A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

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Chapter 44: Pannolino Bay

The morning sunlight poured over the dock as Hannah, Emily, and Daddy made their way down the gangway, the warm air carrying the scent of the sea and a hint of tropical flowers. They had just arrived at their first port of call, a vibrant and colorful city known as Pannolino Bay. The town was built along a deep blue harbor curve, with whitewashed buildings and pastel-painted houses cascading down the hills toward the water. As they stepped onto the dock, the sounds of seagulls overhead mingled with the bustling activity of the port. The streets closest to the harbor were lined with open-air cafes, colorful market stalls, and cheerful street performers. Towering palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, offering shade to families as they disembarked from the ship. Beyond the immediate port, the city stretched out in winding, cobbled streets that seemed both historic and modern, with charming architecture that carried a sense of old-world charm mixed with cutting-edge technology.

Everywhere Hannah looked, she noticed baby-themed attractions explicitly designed for the cruise’s passengers. A whimsical archway just beyond the port entrance led to “Little Tots Town,” a sprawling section of the city filled with attractions catering to the cruise’s diaper-wearing patrons. The main avenue was flanked by colorful signs advertising family-friendly sports with names like “Baby Bounce Plaza” and “Diaperland Discovery Park.”

The first place they passed was “Giggles Fountain Park,” a lush garden full of interactive water features. Playful fountains sprayed water in all directions, and Littles giggled and splashed, dressed in colorful swim diapers of various designs. Brightly colored statues of friendly animals sprayed mist, and even giant rubber duckies floated in small wading pools. Next, they saw “The Toddler Express,” a miniature train wound through the town, offering views of the city’s colorful stress and picturesque coastline. The train was equipped with padded seats for little ones, and attendants dressed as conductors helped families aboard, guiding them on a gentle ride through the city’s main attractions. 

As they walked further, they came across the “Bouncy Castle Kingdom,” a massive inflatable playground designed like a grand castle, where the walls were made of bouncy, soft material perfect for jumping. The towers and turrets were oversized, making even Amazons feel small next to them. Inside were cushioned slides, obstacle courses, and crawl tunnels where Littles in thick diapers explored, climbed and slid to their heart’s content. Beyond the playful attractions, the port city offered a more leisurely experience for families wanting to relax. “The Diaper Dunes Spa” was a luxurious retreat where parents could enjoy massages and relaxation. At the same time, their Littles were pampered with special care, including supervised nap rooms and diaper-changing stations with attendants ready to help. 

Hannah and Emily noticed another attraction up ahead, “The Little Sailors’ Harbor,” a boat-themed play area where Littles could take part in pretend sailing adventures. The mini boats rocked gently in the shallow water, and there were wooden docks, and piers scaled perfectly for Littles. Dressed as sailors, the staff helped Littles into baby life vests before guiding them on their playful adventures.

The city felt like a dream, with every corner dedicated to the experience of families with young children, making it the perfect stop for the Starlight Diaper Cruise. Hannah’s abdl side screamed with delight at every turn, leaving her giddy with excitement. That said, her rational side was hesitant and cautious; she was still on an alien planet. Hannah had nearly forgotten that Miss Kaylee and Thomas were supposed to join them until the woman came strolling up beside them, pushing a stroller. Thomas was strapped in tight, wearing a shirt and diaper, and nursing a bottle with both hands. Miss Kaylee was dressed in a revealing crop top and shorts, her swimsuit underneath poking out, sunglasses covering her eyes as she smiled at them.

“Good morning!” Miss Kaylee said warmly as she stopped beside them, “What do you think of the place so far?”

“It’s a lot to take in,” Emily said.

“We don’t have anything like this back home,” Daddy added, chuckling, a vendor cart passing by.

The cart had a bicycle attached, and the vendor was peddling and calling out to passengers as he passed. The cart was loaded with various diapers, offering designs and features not found on the mainland. Hannah had no clue what he meant, but each diaper had a placard with information on its effects. The idea that there was a sort of black market for diapers with different effects made Hannah uncomfortable. Perhaps the cart reminded her of her padded state, but Hannah felt the need to go, relaxing her bladder. Hannah sighed in relief, feeling the pressure eb, her diaper swelling comfortably between her legs although she knew it would hold much more. 

“There were a bunch of adventures you could pay extra for through the cruise line, but I researched beforehand and knew of the real spots to hit.” Miss Kaylee said with a grin, turning and pushing the stroller further up the road.

Daddy turned to follow her, pulling the girls along with him, “Oh yeah? And what might that be?” he asked.

“A tour!” Miss Kaylee said with a giggle.

With the woman's excitement for a simple tour, Hannah wasn’t sure she wanted to know the tour's topic. She would likely be embarrassed about it, but only time would tell. 

Before Daddy could ask further, Miss Kaylee continued, “We’ll get to tour one of their more popular factories here on the island, as well as see the sights of the city from above, and an authentic lunch is provided, too!” 

The place the tour began turned out to only be a few doors down, Miss Kaylee pushing the stroller inside the building. The building was decorated with the company’s name, “Diapers Co.” The factory sat at the edge of the Pannolino Bay, a sleek, modern structure with large glass windows that gleamed under the sun. The building itself was an architectural marvel, blending smoothly into the vibrant atmosphere of the port city. The walls were adorned with colorful murals of Littles happily wearing their signature Snugglers diapers, showing off the whimsical themes and fun patterns that had made the company famous. 

As they entered the lobby, they were greeted by a cheerful guide wearing a uniform adorned with the company’s logo and a smiling teddy bear holding a diaper. The guide welcomed the group and began the tour with a brief history of Snugglies, explaining how they had started as a small family business and had grown into one of the world's largest diaper manufacturers. What set Snugglies apart, she explained, was their dedication to not only comfort and absorbency but also creating diapers with unique designs that brought fun and magic to the everyday lives of Littles. 

The tour began in the design wing, a bright and playful space where teams of designers were complex at work brainstorming new themes. Massive digital screens on the walls displayed various concepts in process, from adorable animal-themed diapers to holiday seasonal patterns. They even had limited-edition diapers featuring sparkles, glow-in-the-dark designs, and temperature-sensitive patterns that changed color based on the wearer’s warmth. Next, they moved to the production area. The factory floor was impressive, with conveyor belts winding through the expansive space. Transparent panels allowed the group to see the inner workings of how the diapers were made. Giant spools of soft, plush material were unwound and transformed into diapers before their eyes. Robotic arms and high-tech machinery ensured that each diaper was crafted precisely, from the super-absorbent cores to the soft, leak-proof leg bands. 

The guide explained that each themed diaper wasn’t just designed to look cute but to have special effects as well. Some diapers released calming lavender scents when activated, perfect for bedtime. Others had built-in moisture indicators that turned into colorful shapes when it was time for a change, making it easy for Amazons to know when to check their Little ones. There were even interactive diapers with prints that told a story as the Little moved, encouraging movement and exploration. The guide highlighted some of their most popular lines as they passed a section of the factory focused on themed collections. The “Safari Adventure” diapers had tiny animal prints, and when a Little crawled or walked, the animals would appear to move as part of a little jungle scene. Another popular design was the “Princess Dreamer” series, which had magical kingdoms printed on them, complete with castles and unicorns, perfect for Little girls such as Hannah. The guide explained that these diapers were equipped with extra soft padding for comfort and durability, ideal for active littles. 

The tour then moved to a testing area where staff members, wearing lab coats and clipboards in hand, tested each diaper for durability and comfort. A series of Littles wearing the designs moved about, performing a series of actions as indicated by the staff member, their diapers poked and prodded for quality assurance. They also worked on developing new features, such as ultra-thin designs that could hold even more or biodegradable diapers that were better for the environment. 

The guide turned to the group with a smile, “Do we have anyone who needs a fresh diaper?” she asked. 

Daddy and Miss Kaylee wasted no time checking them, Hannah blushing as Daddy checked her. Miss Kaylee proudly announced, “This little guy could use one!” 

“Perfect! If you’d like, please set him on the changing table.” The guide said.

As Miss Kaylee did so, a belt was extended across Thomas’s chest, holding him in place, robotic arms protruding from the wall and effortlessly stripping him, beginning the changing process. The guide explained how the company had been the first to invent the automated daycare bots, significantly reducing how many people it took to manage a group of Littles. As the machine changed Thomas, a staff member with a clipboard, stepped up, highlighting the design choices of the diaper he was being fitted with, proudly showcasing the intricate designs and technology involved in such a simple garment. 

Hannah felt herself blushing, seeing Thomas nude body like this, the machine cleaning him and the scientist pointing out features of his diaper. Thomas, however, didn’t seem to mind the treatment, happily nursing his pacifier as his new diaper was pulled into place and the table released him.

“I will not showcase it today just because this little guy was such a good boy,” the tour guide said as Miss Kaylee scooped him up from the table, “but each nanny bot is equipped with over one hundred and twenty unique ways of punishing naughty Littles to ensure they are always on their best behavior.”

Hannah felt her eye twitch at that comment, increasingly uncomfortable with the table as its robotic arms folded back up. She had no clue what those punishments were or why they needed that many in a freaking changing table, and she had no plan of finding out.

The guide led the group to the factory’s in-house gift shop as the tour ended. It was a dream come true for Littles, with walls lined with shelves of colorful themed diapers and accessories like matching wipes, baby blankets, and plush toys that went along with the various diaper themes. Each Little was allowed to pick five diapers they wanted to try, taking them as souvenirs. Had this been back on Earth, Hannah would have loved the tour. Still, with the subtle undertones of control in such simple garments, she found the experience unnerving mainly as the guide had explained the ‘Little proof, anti-tamper’ measures built into some of their diapers. Hannah was careful not to select those diapers as her selection was added to Daddy's diaper bag. 

Hannah had thought the tour was over, and while it was for the factory itself, the journey was far from complete. The guide explained that they would get the opportunity to explore the flower fields the company used to make dyes. They were led from the gift shop toward the mountain's base overlooking the city, where a sleek cable car station awaited them. The station was ultra-modern, with polished glass panels and soft lighting that gave it a futuristic feel. The cable cars were shaped like smooth, transparent pods, allowing a full panoramic view of the island and the surrounding ocean. As they approached the loading area, a friendly attendant helped them step into their car. Thomas’s stroller lifted and set inside, and the attendant helped strap Hannah and Emily in before the doors closed.

As the cable car ascended, a floating sensation took over, the vehicle gently swaying as they were lifted higher and higher above the island. The girls pressed their faces against the curved glass, eyes wide with wonder as Daddy pointed out the sights below. Their tour guide indicated highlights of the island as they rose. The view was breathtaking. Below them stretched the vibrant port city, bustling with activity. They could see the entire harbor from this height, dotted with cruise ships, boats, and yachts. The city's pastel-colored buildings stood out against the turquoise waters, their rooftops gleaming under the bright sun. The streets were filled with people: tourists wandering through open-air markets, locals going about their day, and Littles playing in parks. Tiny shops lined the roads, their colorful awnings flapping in the breeze, while street vendors sold food and souvenirs. 

As the cable car climbed higher, the island’s lush greenery began to dominate the view. The vibrant jungle, thick with towering trees and exotic plants, covered the mountain's lower slopes—trails wound through the forest, leading to hidden waterfalls and secluded picnic areas. Birds soared above the treetops, their wings catching the light as they flitted between branches. Further along, they could see the outline of a river snaking its way through the landscape, its waters glimmering like liquid silver. The mountain peak became visible up ahead, crowned with a beautiful observation deck that offered sweeping views of the island. Beyond the city and jungle, the ocean stretched out in all directions, a never-ending expanse of blue with waves sparkling in the sunlight. In the distance, smaller islands dotted the horizon, some just tiny patches of sand and greenery rising from the water. 

The cable car passed over cliff edges as they neared the top, revealing sheer drops to the ocean below. Hannah gripped Emily’s hand tightly, her eyes wide with awe and excitement. The air became more relaxed as they climbed higher, and a gentle breeze brushed against the glass of the cable car. Finally, they reached the summit, where the vehicle stopped at the mountain’s peak. The doors slid open, and Daddy unbuckled their seatbelts and stepped onto the observation platform. The group was greeted by an even more stunning view of the island. From this vantage point, the beauty of the place was undeniable: a perfect mix of vibrant city life, lush nature, and crystal-clear waters. Behind the observation deck were fields of lush flowering plants, ripe with color cascading down the mountainside, tended by workers pruning and collecting buds. 

The observation deck’s restaurant was a cozy and charming spot nestled into the mountainside, with large, floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the island below. It had a relaxed, airy feel, with natural stone walls and wooden beams that gave it a rustic yet modern look. The tables were arranged to maximize the stunning view, each adorned with simple yet elegant place settings. The restaurant’s open layout allowed plenty of natural light, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Outside, a small patio extended from the deck, where guests could dine while enjoying the cool breeze and the spectacular sights. While the day was still early, the island had been warm and humid. Hannah had been glad to get to the top of the mountain, where the air was colder and more tolerable. 

The group was led to a table near one of many windows; the girls and Thomas were placed in high chairs as their menus were set before the adults. The menu was filled with delicious local dishes specially prepared to suit various tastes, including options for Littles. Daddy picked their meals and his own, and Hannah was curious to see what he got. She trusted him but was still annoyed at not being allowed to choose for herself. 

They were served soft, fluffy yuca bites, lightly fried, and served with a mild, creamy coconut dipping sauce. Hannah giggled as she nibbled on the pieces, enjoying the soft texture and sweet flavor. Emily seemed equally as impressed by the appetizers, and they quickly polished the plate. For mains, the girls were served miniature plates of arroz con pollo, tender chicken pieces mixed with fragrant yellow rice, peas, and carrots. The chicken was so soft it practically fell apart with each bite, and the rice was light, flavorful, and slightly sweet from the vegetables. To accompany it, there were small cups of mashed sweet potatoes drizzled with a light honey glaze, a local twist on comfort food that Hannah immediately loved. 

Daddy had been served a plate of fresh grilled fish caught from the waters below, a side of tango mango salsa, and a refreshing cucumber salad. To finish their meal, the girls were treated to a local dessert, tiny flan cups that juggle playfully on their plates. The smooth, creamy texture of the flan, with its caramel sweetness, made for a perfect ending to their meal. They were also served bottles to drink, bubbly, a sweet milk-flavored beverage that reminded Hannah vaguely of horchata, cinnamon spicing the drink.  

“How are you liking your first cruise, girls?” Miss Kaylee asked, removing a grilled shrimp from a skewer, well spiced and coated in a sweet, tangy sauce.

“It’s unlike anything I experienced back home.” Emily said with a giggle, “I’ve been on a few, but this cruise has far more unique activities.” 

“Really? How so?” Miss Kaylee asked, a look of genuine curiosity on her face.

Emily and Hannah shared a look, “Well, for starters, cruises aren’t themed entirely around babies or diapers.” Hannah said. While she had never been on one before, she knew that much.

“Definitely not.” Emily laughed, “Most are geared towards relaxation, while some are aimed at families and fun activities. Our world doesn’t revolve around Littles.” 

Miss Kaylee looked skeptical, “But you are babies.” she said, raising an eyebrow, “How can they not be? Do they just not flaunt diapers as they do here? I know they aren’t as good as what we have.”

“Most people on Earth don’t wear them at all,” Emily said slowly.

Hannah nodded, “We are kinda the odd ones out.”

“Excuse me if I find that hard to believe.” Miss Kaylee chuckled. “But, we must agree to disagree since I can never see it myself.”

“There has to be an element of truth to the matter.” Daddy said, thankfully sticking up for his girls with a sly smile, “They were both fully potty trained when they arrived.”

Miss Kaylee shook her head, “I’ve heard that one before, isn’t that right, Thomas?” she asked, ruffling his hair.

“Poopies!” He exclaimed suddenly, giggling and squirming in his chair. 

Hannah found the boy unnerving in a way. He seemed to think of himself as a baby to her, and she wondered what Miss Kaylee had done to the poor guy. Mentioning diapers, though, Hannah sighed as she felt her bladder again relaxing. It seemed to grow more effortless to do that the longer she wore diapers. Hannah wondered how her control would hold up; hopefully, there would be no ill effects when she returned home. 

Hannah glanced out the window to the bustling streets below and the busy harbor beyond. She would never have guessed she would be sitting here in a thousand years. She never imagined being in an alien world, dressed as a baby, at the top of some tropical island. One thing was for sure, though, no matter how magical the trip had been so far, it didn’t detract from the fact that Hannah needed to poop. 

End of Chapter 44

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Jay had always prided himself on his iron nerves, never one to flinch in the face of a horror movie or a haunted house. His friends knew him as the guy who’d walk through any haunted maze, no matter how grotesque or unsettling, without batting an eye. When he heard about the new attraction on the outskirts of town—The House of Fears—he didn’t hesitate to book a ticket. The rumors made it all the more appealing: "No one makes it through without wetting themselves," people whispered, as if it were a badge of shame.

On the night of his first visit, Jay had been prepared for something impressive. But what he found was...different. From the outside, the mansion was old, worn down like something ripped straight from a gothic novel. Ivy twisted around the columns, and the windows were grimy, giving the place a haunted, suffocating aura. Inside, the atmosphere had been no less eerie. The faint scent of mildew mixed with something else—a sickly-sweet smell that clung to the air like decay.

The first time through the house, Jay had encountered room after room of eerie, staged horror. Most of it was standard fare—jump scares, dim lighting, flickering candles. But one room had stood out: the nursery.

The pastel colors had been at odds with the dark, oppressive feeling that draped the room. Oversized cribs, stuffed animals with glassy eyes, and adults dressed in baby clothes, gagged and strapped into cribs, stared at him with wide, terrified eyes. They didn't move, but the looks in their eyes had told Jay something was terribly wrong. The thick stench of feces filled the room, and then he had heard it—a soft rustling, the unmistakable sound of a diaper expanding as the man nearest to him filled it. The smell had grown worse, almost unbearable, and Jay had fled the room, his heart pounding.

Still, he had finished the house. He hadn’t wet himself, though he had been spooked. But he wasn’t one to give in that easily. The final scare had been a shadowy figure that lunged at him from a darkened hallway, but Jay had simply scoffed, brushing it off as an actor doing their job.

Afterward, he had thought it was impressive, but not nearly as terrifying as everyone had made it out to be. "Sure, it's creepy, but it’s not the scariest thing I’ve ever done," he had told his friends.

Now, he was back. This time, with his friend Dylan, someone he was sure would crack under the pressure. Dylan, after all, had always been jumpier than him—flinching at even the simplest scares. Jay had convinced him to come, half-joking that Dylan might be the one to wet himself before the night was over.

They arrived at the mansion around 9 PM, the sky already dark. Jay felt that same thrill of anticipation as they approached, though something about the house seemed… different. The exterior looked even more worn, as if the place had aged decades in the few weeks since his last visit. The neon sign flickered erratically, and a cold, biting wind whipped around them as they walked toward the entrance.

Jay didn’t let it bother him. "Ready to meet your nightmare, Dylan?" he teased, nudging his friend.

Dylan laughed nervously. "Dude, I don’t know why I let you talk me into this."

They signed the waivers and were led through the entrance once again. Jay immediately noticed a shift. The atmosphere inside was thicker, more oppressive. The air felt heavier, like something was pressing down on them. Even the butler, who had been cold and distant on Jay’s first visit, now seemed...off. His smile was a bit too wide, his eyes hollow, as if something had drained the life from him.

“Enjoy your night,” the butler said, his voice lingering in the air like a threat.

As they entered the first hallway, Jay kept an eye on Dylan, waiting for the inevitable jump that would make his friend panic. But to his surprise, Dylan seemed almost unfazed, walking through the eerie corridors with a calm confidence. Jay, on the other hand, felt a growing unease. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward him, and the creaks of the floor felt heavier, louder, more deliberate.

The first few rooms were similar to what Jay remembered—spooky, sure, but nothing too extreme. Then they reached the nursery. As soon as Jay stepped inside, that familiar smell hit him, even stronger than before. The adults in the cribs were still there, their eyes wide with terror, but something had changed. The air in the room felt suffocating, thick with fear, and the stench of feces was overwhelming.

Suddenly, Jay heard it again—the sound of a diaper expanding, followed by a muffled sob. He turned to Dylan, expecting him to freak out, but Dylan stood there, calm and composed, as if none of it bothered him.

Jay’s heart raced. Something was wrong. Why isn’t he reacting? Jay thought. He turned back toward the cribs, and for the first time, he felt a genuine chill of fear run down his spine. The man in the crib—the same man who had filled his diaper last time—locked eyes with Jay. His gaze was different this time, almost knowing.

And then it happened.

Without warning, the cards on a nearby table began to pulse, glowing faintly. The soft, rhythmic glow quickly grew more intense. Jay felt a sudden wave of panic, his body tensing as the cards flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room.

BAM!

A loud noise echoed through the room, and without warning, Jay felt an uncontrollable release. His body betrayed him, and warmth spread through his pants as he wet himself. His breath hitched in his throat, embarrassment flooding his face with heat.

He looked over at Dylan, expecting some kind of reaction, but Dylan was… fine. Somehow, Dylan hadn’t wet himself. His friend was standing there, cool and collected, while Jay felt humiliated and trapped in a horror he couldn’t control.

"Well...guess I’m out first," Jay muttered under his breath, half hoping Dylan didn’t hear the shame in his voice.

Jay tried to laugh it off as they exited the nursery, still feeling the warm shame of his accident. "I’m gonna hit the bathroom," he muttered to Dylan, half-embarrassed, half-desperate to regain some semblance of control.

Dylan nodded, still eerily composed. "Sure, man. I’ll keep going ahead and meet you outside."

Jay gave him a thumbs-up, but the truth was, his stomach was in knots. Something wasn’t right about this place, not just the atmosphere or the unsettling nursery, but the way Dylan had been acting. Unshaken. It was as though the house had done something to him. But Jay just needed a moment to collect himself, clear his head, and try to regain his nerves.

As he made his way back through the dimly lit hallways, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to grow. The flickering lights and eerie whispers in the air felt far more sinister than before. Jay’s feet dragged as though something invisible was pulling him back toward the house's dark heart. Still, he pushed on toward the bathroom, or at least where he thought it was.

The door he reached wasn’t marked, but Jay was too spooked to care at this point. He pushed it open and stepped inside, hoping for a moment of quiet.

But instead of a bathroom, Jay found himself standing in a small, dim room. The walls were lined with shelves of baby bottles, diapers, and pacifiers. In the center of the room stood a single oversized crib—its bars high, almost cage-like. The air was thick with the stench of feces, stronger than before, nearly choking him. And then, just as his mind processed where he was, Jay heard it: the soft, unmistakable sound of a diaper expanding, followed by the squelch of something wet.

Panic hit him like a truck. The walls seemed to close in as a sense of dread filled him, more real than anything he’d ever felt. He turned, reaching for the door handle, but before he could grab it, he felt something cold clamp over his mouth—a cloth soaked in some kind of sickly-sweet chemical. Jay’s vision blurred almost instantly, and his knees buckled.

Jay woke up groggy, his body heavy and sluggish. He blinked, trying to focus, but his surroundings were a blur. The first thing he noticed was the soft crinkle around his waist, the uncomfortable bulk between his legs. He was strapped into a thick diaper. Panic surged as he realized he was no longer in the haunted house. He was somewhere else, somewhere far worse.

His wrists and ankles were bound to the sides of an oversized crib, the bars towering above him like the walls of a cage. The faint stench of feces clung to the air, and Jay’s stomach churned as the reality of his situation hit him. His mouth was gagged with a large pacifier, muffling his attempts to scream for help, he sees sensors connected to his diaper and a display that sat on the side saying: Jay Morales Waste Produced: 3 Time since last mess: 10 Minutes

He was horrified. He struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. His body felt weak, and every movement only made the diaper crinkle louder, a humiliating reminder of his predicament. He could hear the faint hum of machinery nearby, and when he looked around, his heart dropped.

The room was filled with others—people he recognized from the haunted house, now strapped into cribs just like him. Their faces were blank, their eyes distant, as if the fight had been drained out of them. Each of them wore a thick diaper, and the smell of human waste was overpowering.

Jay’s breath hitched as he realized the horrifying truth. This was no ordinary haunted house attraction. This was a trap. Everyone who had wet themselves in fear had been captured, turned into helpless, diapered captives, forced to live out some sick, twisted nightmare. And he was the newest addition.

From the corner of the room, a door creaked open, and two figures in sterile uniforms entered. Their faces were obscured by masks, and their movements were mechanical, detached. They moved from crib to crib, checking the captives, making sure the diapers were full, but secure.

When they reached Jay, one of them made a note on a clipboard. “Another productive one,” they muttered, almost indifferent. “Prepare him for transport.”

Jay’s heart pounded as they unstrapped him from the crib, lifting him like a child. His attempts to resist were futile, his body too weak to fight back. They carried him out of the room, through a series of dimly lit hallways, until they reached a larger room filled with machinery and storage containers.

The stench of waste was overwhelming, and Jay gagged behind his pacifier. He watched in horror as they emptied used diapers into large vats, the contents being processed for some unknown, but undoubtedly horrific purpose.

One of the masked figures spoke, their voice cold and emotionless. “All the output from these subjects will be used for fertilization. The facility requires regular contributions.”

Jay’s blood ran cold as the realization sank in. They were using him—and all the others trapped here—for their waste. The diapers, the endless cycle of soiling and changing, all of it was part of some twisted system. They were being kept here, not as people, but as producers—human waste, recycled and repurposed. Another masked figure who was draining another used diaper horrifyingly says, "And if you try to refuse to mess, we have other ways of making you..".

His future was clear now. Jay wasn’t going to escape. He was going to spend the rest of his life in this grotesque nursery, trapped in a never-ending cycle of humiliation and degradation, his only purpose to fill the diapers strapped to him.

The final, horrifying truth settled in his mind as they carried him back to his crib, ready to continue the process. He wasn’t a person anymore. He was just… fertilizer.

A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

All characters depicted are 18 years or older

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Chapter 43: Big Sister

The party lasted well into the night. Hannah and Emily stayed by one another as other guests danced and had fun. They stood at the railing, gazing out of the waters, enjoying one another’s company. Hannah heard footsteps approaching, and Daddy stepped beside them, taking in the view. “Truly beautiful out,” he said.

“It is.” Emily agreed, her hand still holding Hannah’s.

“I think it’s about time we head back below and get some proper sleep,” Daddy said. “We got an early day in port, and it’ll be a long day.”

“What are we doing in port?” Hannah asked.

Daddy shrugged, “I didn’t look into it; I just saw our arrival time on the schedule. I ordered breakfast to be delivered to our stateroom so we didn’t have to head to the dining room at the crack of dawn. I figured you two would enjoy some more time away from others.”

“Thanks.” Hannah said with a nod, “We do. Where are the other two? Thomas and Miss Kaylee?”

“They returned to their cabin already. Thomas was getting fussy and needed to be put down for the night.” Daddy said, turning to them, “How are you two holding up? I know it’s been a long day with lots going on.”

“As good as can be expected, given the circumstances,” Emily said with a shrug. “We got to play the game if we want to get by.”

Daddy nodded, stepping up behind them and stooping, embracing them in a big hug. “I know, and you two have done so well. I just wanted to say how proud I am of you both.”

Unlike the praise she received from Mommy or any other caretaker, the way Daddy said it, the genuine emotion behind his words, struck a chord with Hannah. She felt a genuine love and appreciation for herself and Emily that she had yet to feel from anyone else. Hannah felt herself melting into his embrace, “Thank you.” she said softly, “We are both trying.”

“I know you are,” Daddy said, releasing them and smiling. “I booked something extra special for you two tomorrow after we return from the ship.”

Emily cocked an eyebrow, glancing at Hannah, who returned her look, “What, like ice cream or candy or something?” she asked skeptically. 

Daddy laughed, “I suppose that is what you might expect, but no, something a bit more fun. Come on, let’s go back to the cabin and get some sleep.” he said, taking Emily’s free hand and guiding them back towards the elevators. 

Hannah had no clue what to expect; what kind of treat had Daddy gotten them? He mentioned that it needed to be booked, which, to her, implied it was something aboard the ship. They arrived back in their cabin shortly after, and Daddy began helping them strip off their dresses, quickly leaving them in only diapers. 

Daddy stepped into the bathroom, starting the water for the bathtub and turning to them, “Last chance to go potty before your ni-ni diapers.” he said.

Hannah blushed, realizing she had to go more than just pee. She glanced at the toilet, pouting; she was so close. Daddy must have seen the look in her eyes, for he smiled, chuckling, “You want to use the potty, baby?” he asked.

Hannah’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. As much as she had grown more used to soiling herself, she still didn’t relish the idea of pooping herself. Daddy scooped her up and plopped her, diaper and all, on the toilet. Hannah gave him a questioning look. He ruffled her hair, “As long as you still see the toilet as an option, you’ll resist using your diapers.” he said softly, “We have to break you of that habit, sweetheart. I’m being nice and allowing you to go now; other Amazons wouldn’t, and you’d be sleeping in a mess.”

Hannah sighed, blushing as Daddy scooped Emily up and stripped her, adding her to the sudsy water after a quick once over with a wet wipe. Daddy turned back to Hannah a few moments later, her grunting having gone quiet. “All done?” he asked.

Hannah just nodded, mortified to have been so close to a proper toilet and forced to use her diaper instead. Daddy wasted no time, stripping her of her soiled diaper and cleaning up most of the mess before lowering her into the waters. Unlike their last bath, there wasn’t any bubbly bath to offer either girl any decency, and Hannah blushed at being bathed with another full-grown woman. 

“I’m going to get the beds ready if you two want to soak for a bit,” Daddy said, standing up. 

“That’d be lovely,” Emily said with a smile as Daddy left the bathroom, the door left open. 

As soon as he left, Emily grinned at Hannah, scooting beside her. Hannah felt her heart racing suddenly; she had never been this close to a girl, not like this. Emily's hand found Hannah's thigh, rubbing it as she cuddled into Hannah. She leaned in close, whispering in Hannah's ear, “How's my baby?” She asked. 

The words sent shivers down Hannah's spine. Although she had heard similar statements by Amazons in the days leading up to this, the meaning behind it and how Emily said it made Hannah feel giddy. “Good.” She replied in a soft, squeaky voice. 

Emily traced her nails across Hannah's skin, goosebumps forming despite the warm waters. “I'm not sure what I like more.” She said, leaning in and kissing Hannah's cheek, “You fully nude or in a thick diaper.” She kept her voice low so as not to attract Daddy's attention. “Watching you be forced to mess yourself, literally sitting on the toilet and being forced to poop your diaper.” Emily bit her lip, grinning as Hannah blushed further.

“Come on, Emily, he could return at any moment,” Hannah whispered, glancing to the room where she could hear Daddy making the beds. 

“And this is one of the only times I got you here, nude.” Emily said with a giggle, “I got to see which I like better.” 

Hannah suppressed a moan as Emily's hand fluttered to Hannah's crotch. Hannah had been touched there by more hands than she had since she was potty trained as a child. Yet, none of them had touched her with lust; none had wanted to play with her, to feel her. Emily's fingers ran across Hannahs's lips, Hannah's heart racing as she felt Emily's fingers part her and tease her clit. 

Hannah's head lulled back, Emily teasing her clit, her finger circling across Hannah's sex. “Emily…” she moaned softly, her legs shifting slightly to give the girl more room. 

It had been a long few days since Hannah had gotten relief, and her body ached for it, tingling with excitement and desire. Emily grinned, leaning in and kissing Hannah deeply as her finger plunged deeply into Hannah. 

Hannah moaned into Emily's mouth as they kissed, their tongues meeting, Emily's fingers curling to hit Hannah's g-spot, her thumb working Hannah's clit with expert precision. It was too much all at once for Hannah. She moaned deeply, muffled by Emily as she felt her pussy clenching around the girl's fingers as a powerful orgasm took hold, Emily's other hand fluttering to Hannah's breasts and playing with her erect nipples. 

Hannah's eyes rolled back in her head, a wave of pleasure cascading through her body as she sunk into the waters, Emily keeping her head above water. Hannah's entire body quaked with bliss, every fiber of her being pulsating in pure ecstasy. Emily's fingers retreated, holding Hannah above the water and releasing their kiss. 

Hannah's eyes had grown glassy, her body weak as Emily helped her sit up, grinning ear to ear. “I don't know… I do like you like this.” She teased, “You're adorable when you are cumming. But you belong in diapers.” 

Hannah was still too overcome with emotions to argue or even feel embarrassed. “How… where… I…” Hannah fumbled for words. 

Emily giggled, “I have some experience.” She replied, “But you don't need to worry your little head about it; just enjoy.”

Hannah had just about regained her wits as Daddy stepped back into the bathroom, kneeling beside the tub and ruffling Hannah's hair, “Someone's tired; let's get you cleaned up and to bed.”

Daddy, thankfully, seemed blissfully unaware of their fun; he hadn't even questioned the fact that they were sitting side by side in a comparatively large tub. Daddy hummed softly, a lullaby of sorts, as he washed both girl’s hair and scrubbed them with a soft sponge. 

All clean, Daddy pulled the plug to the tub, letting it drain as she rinsed both girls and lifted them into their fluffy towels. He carried both girls into the cabin, laying them on the bed and drying their hair, leaving plenty of knots and frills. 

With that, Daddy expertly pinned both girls into diapers, giving them pacifiers but not locking them, thankfully, and tucked them into the crib. Daddy planted kisses on their heads, “Sleep well, pumpkins.” He said with a smile, turning out the overhead light as he went into the bathroom to shower himself. 

A lit night illuminated the space, and Hannah felt Emily scoot beside her. Whether it was from the excitement of the bath or just an exhausting day, Hannah felt tired, her eyes drooping. 

Emily wrapped her arms around Hannah; the shower sounds comforted her as she spooned Hannah. Hannah felt Emily's hands exploring her padded crotch and bum, making her moan softly, squirming. 

Emily giggled, her hand resting comfortably between Hannah's legs. “I think I like the diaper better.” She purred. “When we wake up, I hope to find you soaked.”

Hannah felt a shiver, cuddling back into Emily, her pacifier bobbing gently between her lips. She giggled, “I suspect you'll be soaked too, baby.” She teased. 

Emily chuckled, patting Hannah's crotch again, “Oh, no, I'm more of a toddler; you are the baby of the family, my baby sister. Come on, time for sleep; we got a big day.” She said, nuzzling into Hannah. 

Hannah giggled, squirming in Emily's hands, feeling the girl's embrace as she got comfortable. Despite her previous excitement, it quickly faded and was replaced by exhaustion. Hannah's eyes closed, and before Daddy had returned from his shower, he fell asleep. 

Hannah awoke to the feeling of Emily stirring behind her and the smell of bacon. Hannah groaned, not wanting to get up; she could feel the need to go once again and relax her bladder. Hannah was glad to see that she at least wasn’t wetting the bed. She hadn’t realized Emily’s hand was still between her legs until the girl shifted and squeezed Hannah’s crotch, whispering into her ear, “Good girl.”

Hannah blushed deeply as Emily pulled back, sitting up. Hannah blinked tired eyes as she sat up as well, yawning. Daddy had been setting the table where their breakfast had already been delivered. He was dressed in only a pair of tight boxes, and he smiled as she saw both girls sitting up. “Morning sweethearts, how are we today?” he asked, picking them each up in either arm.

“Good!” Emily reported cheerfully as she was added to a booster seat at the table, and Hannah was added to the other.

Hannah felt Daddy checking her diaper and complimenting both girls for using them during the night. Hannah blushed further; it seemed everyone around her wanted her to wear and use her diapers. Daddy strapped Hannah into the booster seat, a strap across her lap, wearing nothing but her diaper. Hannah was growing more used to being dressed like this around Daddy and Emily, no longer bothering to cover her chest as she admired breakfast.

There were small waffles shaped like cartoon characters for Hannah and Emily, along with bacon, fruit, and bottles of orange juice. Hannah felt her mouth-watering, her tummy rumbling with hunger as she picked up a waffle with her bare fingers. Hannah knew at this point they weren’t going to be given silverware. Syrup quickly coated Hannah’s fingers as she ate the waffle, getting whipped cream over her face and grinning as she saw Emily in a similar state. 

Daddy sat at the table, using a fork to eat eggs and hashbrowns, watching the girls. He chuckled as he saw both girls coated in waffle toppings and fruit juice, shaking his head. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

Hannah nodded, “Very well.” 

“She slept like a baby!” Emily reported with a sly grin, making Daddy chuckle.

“I’m sure you both slept that way, silly. Glad to hear it. We got a big day from the sounds of it. He reported that we docked just a bit ago and got into port early,” he reported. 

Hannah hadn’t even realized they were docked because the cruise ship was so stable and smooth. “Really? We are?” she asked, glancing out their balcony window.

However, if they were in port, this side of the ship appeared to be facing the ocean, for all Hannah saw was crystal clear, turquoise blue waters. “We are! Once we get fed, I’ll get you two dressed and head down.” Daddy said, sipping his coffee.

Hannah felt an excitement build within her. As much as it sucked being stuck on an alien planet, Hannah loved to explore and try new things. She had no idea where they were or what it would be like out there, but she was eager to see. She and Emily eagerly finished their meals, and Daddy used several baby wipes to clean their hands, faces, and chests, allowing both girls to finish their bottles of juice before lifting them one by one from their boosters. 

“Miss Kaylee and Thomas are going to join us this morning.” Daddy said, Hannah’s legs in the air as he lifted her bum from her wet nighttime diaper. “It should be a lot of fun; she told me to bring swimsuits for you two at the very least.” 

Hannah felt her rear being lowered onto the dry padding of a fresh diaper, “Swimming? Like, in the ocean?” she asked.

Daddy could only shrug, “I would imagine so; the ship's weather services report that it’ll be warm today. I must ensure you two have plenty of sunscreen and bottles to drink.”

Hannah was glad to be clean and dry again, her fresh diaper just as thick as ever. As Emily was being changed, she asked, “Can I wear a baby diaper instead today?”

Daddy chuckled, glancing through the shelves and pulling out one, “I remember saying I would let you, alright pumpkin, baby diapers for you today.” Daddy said with a smile, fitting Emily into the far thinner diaper. 

Emily’s new diaper was also more plain than Hannah’s. While Hannah’s was over-the-top cute, Emily’s was subdued with simple, pretty designs. Daddy worked to get both girls dressed, opting for a white and yellow sundress for Hannah, a pair of white shorts, and a yellow top for Emily. The colors still marked them as sisters, but Hannah’s outfit seemed to fit more for an infant, and she blushed, envious of her sister's more mature look. Granted, “mature” was a strong word, as anyone looking at Emily, despite the thinner diaper, would instantly know she was still a baby. Both girls were fitted with plain white sandals to walk around it.

Daddy’s last touch for both girls was a generous layer of sunscreen. He applied it as a thin mist that felt cool to Hannah’s skin and dried instantly, feeling as if nothing were there. The sunscreen didn’t even leave a shine on her skin or feel tacky to the touch. Earth had a few things to learn from this place. Daddy got himself dressed: a pair of sneakers, khaki shorts, and a tropical shirt, complete with a pair of sunglasses. He pulled on a cap, added two frilly white sun hats to both girls and helped them down from the bed.

Daddy slung a diaper bag onto his back. There was no hiding what it contained; the cute, colorful design and cartoon-wearing diapers adorned the bag. The bag also contained a thermal pouch for bottles, which Daddy added filled with various juices for the girls throughout the day. 

“Ready?” he asked, offering a hand to either girl.

“As I’ll ever be,” Hannah said, glancing towards the stateroom door, her heart thumping in anticipation. 

Hannah took Daddy’s hand as he led them from the cabin, ensuring the door was latched behind them before descending deep into the ship. The gangway leaving the boat was on deck 1, and they quickly found themselves enveloped in crowds of people coursing towards the exit. Hannah had no clue how Daddy intended to see Miss Kaylee or Thomas in this crowd, but she had to trust him. 

They found their way to the gangway, crew members greeting them warmly and scanning their wristbands before nodding for them to continue. Hannah could see the bright morning sun just ahead, and with a racing heart, the three stepped out into it and a new country.

End of Chapter 43

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Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it. Back story to chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/rX1DF7LD1Q Chapter 1: Trainer to Trainee

Blue strode through the bustling streets of Viridian City, his chest puffed out and a smug grin plastered across his face. Just moments ago, he had effortlessly defeated Misty, the Cerulean City Gym Leader, solidifying his reputation as one of the most promising young Pokémon trainers in the region.

As he made his way to the annual Moon Festival, Blue basked in his own glory. The victory over Misty had been a cakewalk, and he relished the thought of rubbing it in his rivals’ faces. To him, greatness was all but guaranteed—the title of Pokémon Champion was practically within his grasp.

The streets were alive with the sights and sounds of the festival. Colorful lanterns hung from every storefront, and the "the air was filled with laughter and murmuring chatter. Blue navigated through the crowds, his eyes scanning for familiar faces he could impress with tales of his latest triumph.

“Did you hear? Blue completely destroyed Misty at the Cerulean Gym!. "he overheard one passerby whispered excitedly."

“No way! That kid's on a whole other level. I can't wait to see him take on the Pokémon League,” the other replied, awe evident in their voice.

Blue chuckled to himself, feeling smug. "That’s right, peasants, he thought." I’m on my way to the top, and none of you can stop me.

As the night wore on, Blue found himself surrounded by a group of equally boastful young trainers, each eager to share tales of their victories. He was the center of attention, dramatically recounting his battle with Misty.

“And just as Misty's Starmie was about to land a devastating blow, I shouted, ‘Eevee, now! Use Buzzy Buzz!’” he exclaimed, animatedly reliving the moment. “My Eevee sprang into action, sparking with electricity, and bam! Starmie got hit right before it could launch its Bubble Beam! The electricity crackled all around, and with one last shimmer, her Starmie fainted! I could hardly contain myself, gesturing wildly as the ref declared me the winner. It was awesome—Eevee was unstoppable!”

“You should’ve seen her face—she was totally stunned!”

The group erupted into laughter and cheers, and Blue soaked in their adulation. Under the bright light of the moon, he felt invincible. “This calls for a celebration!” he announced, leading the group toward a row of food stalls. “Rounds are on me. After all, I’m the best, and I deserve to celebrate my victory.”

Cheers rang out as they eagerly followed him. As the night went on, he indulged in one too many celebratory drinks, his boasts growing louder and more outrageous with each passing hour. Eventually, however, the festival began winding down. He stumbled back to his hotel, his head swirling with alcohol and pride. The tipsiness he felt was accompanied by a dull throb behind his eyes, a warning sign of the headache brewing from his indulgence. He squinted against the light, rubbing his temples, but the discomfort lingered stubbornly, reminding him of the drinks he had enjoyed. Finally, he collapsed onto his bed with a satisfied grin, grateful for the night's memories even as he cradled his aching head.

“Tomorrow, the S.S. Anne sets sail for Kanto,” he mumbled to himself, his eyelids heavy and struggling to stay open. “I’ll show those fools on board just how strong I am. They’ll be begging me to join their pathetic little crews.”

His voice trailed off as the weight of exhaustion overwhelmed him. With that, he slumped back against the bed, drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely unaware of the challenges that awaited him.

The next morning, Blue jolted awake, a pounding headache clawing at his temples. Panic washed over him as he glanced at the clock, his eyes widening in horror—the S.S. Anne was set to depart in less than an hour, and he was nowhere near ready. The remnants of last night's revelry swirled in his mind, making his stomach churn as he scrambled to gather himself.

“Arceus, no!” he cursed, scrambling to his feet and hastily gathering his belongings. He threw on his clothes and bolted out the door, nearly colliding with a group of startled Pidgey as he sprinted toward the Viridian City docks.

The S.S. Anne was the premier luxury cruise ship that traversed the Pokémon world, and he had been looking forward to this voyage for weeks. It was his chance to showcase his skills to trainers from all over, and he couldn't afford to miss it.

Weaving through the bustling streets of Celadon, Blue’s heart pounded as he neared the port. By the time he reached the docks, he was a disheveled mess, but the sight of the gangway spurred him on. Just as he was about to board, he collided with a tall, elegant woman, nearly knocking her off her feet.

“Out of my way!” Blue snapped, his arrogance drowning out any trace of courtesy. “I can’t be late for this!”

The woman, unfazed by his rudeness, met his gaze with a calm, steady look. Dressed in a long black coat with fur-trimmed cuffs, her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her gray eyes shimmered with wisdom, conveying an air of authority that made Blue hesitate, but desperation to reach the ship overtook his caution.

“Move it!” he growled, trying to push past her, but she stood her ground, unwavering as a mountain.

He stumbled backwards, glaring at her. “Move out of my way!” he snapped, his tone dripping with entitlement. “Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?”

The woman’s expression remained serene, almost amused. Without a word, she turned to the ticket master and gestured to the ship, signaling for the departure to proceed.

Blue watched in horror as the gangway was pulled away, and the S.S. Anne’s horn blared as it began to depart.

Rage boiled within him. He whirled on the mysterious woman, fists clenched. “What do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers. “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the greatest Pokémon trainer in all of Kanto, and you just cost me my chance at becoming the Champion!”

The woman’s gray eyes met his, her gaze steady and unwavering. “I am Cynthia,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “And you, Blue, have much to learn about respect and manners.”

His face twisted with fury as he reached for a Poké Ball at his belt. “If you think you can just waltz in and ruin my plans, you’ve got another thing coming! I challenge you to a Pokémon battle, right here, right now!” he shouted, confidence boiling over.

Her lips curled into a slight smile, calm and unwavering. She raised a single hand, silencing his outburst. “Very well,” she replied, her tone almost playful but with an underlying authority. “But if you lose, I get to teach you some manners. You’ll do as I say until you’ve learned respect. Understood?”

“And if I win?” he shot back, fire in his eyes.

She paused, a gleam of interest in her gaze. “I travel the world to research Pokémon legends,” she said, her voice calm yet firm. “Along the way, I’ve caught many rare Pokémon. If you defeat me, you may choose one of them as your prize.” "Fine by me," he sneered, he replied, already picturing his victory.

With a flick of her wrist, Cynthia released her formidable Garchomp. The crowd gasped, recognizing the power of her Dragon-type Pokémon. “Garchomp, let’s show them what we can do,” she said confidently. “I only need one Pokémon to defeat you.”

Blue summoned his trusted Eevee, brimming with misplaced confidence. “Let’s show her what we’ve got, Eevee!” he shouted, and the battle began.

“Eevee, use Quick Attack!” he commanded, his voice filled with excitement.

But Garchomp moved with a speed that took Blue by surprise. “Dodge it, Garchomp!” Cynthia instructed, her tone calm and collected. The Dragon-type evaded effortlessly, then leapt forward with a gleam in its eyes. “Garchomp, use Rock Smash!” she called out.

With a powerful strike, Garchomp’s Rock Smash hit Eevee, sending it crashing to the ground, fainted in an instant. Cynthia gave a small nod, her expression firm but understanding. “It's super effective,” she noted with a calm smile. “And a good reminder to always be prepared, Blue.” He clenched his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. “Eevee, return!”

“This isn’t over yet! Go, Spearow!” Blue shouted, throwing his next Poké Ball with fierce determination, eager to reclaim his pride.

“Spearow, use Peck!” he commanded, his voice tinged with desperation as doubt began to creep in.

But Cynthia remained unfazed, her demeanor as steady as ever. “Garchomp, use Stone Edge!” she ordered, her tone calm and authoritative. With remarkable precision, Garchomp unleashed a barrage of sharp stones that struck Spearow mid-flight. The impact was brutal, sending Spearow spiraling down to the ground.

“Super effective,” she remarked coolly as Spearow fell, unconscious. “You see, Blue, it’s not enough to rely on strength alone. You must also understand your Pokémon and their capabilities.”

Blue’s face twisted in frustration as he recalled Spearow. “Spearow, return!” he shouted, his anger boiling over. He couldn't fathom how swiftly his Pokémon had been taken down. The thought of losing was unbearable.

“You’re up, Sandshrew!” he yelled, trying to reignite his dwindling confidence as he sent out his next Pokémon. He clenched his fists, determined to turn the tide. “Sandshrew, use Swift!” he commanded, hoping to land a hit and regain the upper hand.

Cynthia, however, remained unfazed. “Garchomp, evade and use Aqua Tail!” she instructed, her voice steady and composed. Garchomp moved with astonishing agility, its tail glowing with swirling water energy before it struck Sandshrew head-on. The powerful Water-type attack overwhelmed the little Ground-type, sending it crashing to the ground. “And… it’s super effective!” She teased, a slight smile curving her lips. “Remember, Blue, even the smallest of Pokémon can be formidable with the right training.”

Frustration coursed through his veins. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He recalled Sandshrew, his confidence faltering but his resolve still intact. “You’ll see—I won’t lose! Rattata, let’s finish this!” he declared, throwing out his next Poké Ball with renewed determination.

“Rattata, use Hyper Fang!” he yelled, his voice ringing with fierce conviction.

But Cynthia stood unwavering, her calm confidence infuriating Blue even more. “Garchomp, Rock Smash!” she called out, and with a powerful leap, Garchomp crashed into Rattata, sending it sprawling and fainting on impact. “Super effective,” she noted, her expression unyielding. “It seems you’re still not getting the message, Blue.”

As he stared at the battlefield littered with his defeated Pokémon, disbelief washed over Blue, quickly replaced by a surge of rage. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their excitement fading as Cynthia stood tall, Garchomp at her side, the undisputed victor.

With a calm smile, she nodded at her Pokémon. “Return, Garchomp,” she said, recalling her dragon into its Poké Ball with a flick of her wrist. The dismissal felt like a slap to Blue’s pride, and he could feel the weight of humiliation settling heavily on his shoulders.

“I told you, Blue,” Cynthia said, her voice smooth yet firm, “one Pokémon was all I needed.”

The words struck him like a physical blow. “What do you mean, 'one Pokémon'?” he shot back, desperately clinging to the remnants of his bravado. “You got lucky!”

Cynthia stepped closer, her expression unreadable as Blue braced himself for her next words. “Well, young man,” she said, her authority undeniable, “it seems you have much to learn. As I mentioned before, you will now do as I say until you’ve learned some manners.”

Before he could react, her hand grasped his wrist firmly. With an unyielding grip, she began to lead him away, much like a mother guiding a stubborn child. “No excuses,” she continued, her tone brooking no argument. “From this moment on, you’re under my tutelage. I’ll teach you the value of manners and respect, whether you like it or not.”

Blue’s heart sank at the realization of what this meant. He had been bested in front of a crowd, and now he was bound to her will, forced to confront the flaws that had led to his downfall. With a resigned sigh, he trudged alongside her, shoulders slumped, his once unshakeable confidence shattered.

As they walked away, she held his wrist firmly, guiding him like a mother leading an unruly child. Blue felt a swirl of dread and curiosity about the challenges that lay ahead. Would he ever reclaim the confidence that had once defined him? One thing was certain: his life was about to change in ways he had never anticipated.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it.

In this world, the path of a Pokémon trainer is as treacherous as it is rewarding. In recent years, the Pokémon League implemented a new rule, raising the age requirement for becoming a licensed trainer. Too many young lives were lost to the dangers of the wild and battles that demanded a level of maturity beyond their years. Now, aspiring trainers begin their journeys later, equipped with more knowledge and resilience to face the hazards that lie ahead. At eighteen, Blue Oak is finally old enough to officially take on the challenge, and he has been waiting for this moment all his life.

Blue’s Background and Motivation: Blue Oak comes from a prestigious lineage. As the grandson of the famed Professor Oak, he grew up surrounded by Pokémon, learning their strengths, weaknesses, and the finer points of training. Yet Blue’s ambition is driven by more than just his heritage. His mother passed away when he was only four years old, leaving him with an unspoken emptiness that he has spent his life trying to fill. Raised primarily by Professor Oak, Blue received a solid education in Pokémon knowledge, but he missed the warmth and guidance his mother might have provided. This loss gave him an unyielding desire to prove himself, to rise to a level where he could feel whole through recognition and achievement.

Blue’s first Pokémon, a special Eevee, was gifted to him by Professor Oak. This Eevee, unlike others, can learn unique moves like Buzzy Buzz, making it exceptionally versatile and strong. For Blue, Eevee is not just his partner but a reflection of his own potential, a symbol of his superiority. Blue has defeated several trainers in Viridian City with ease, relying on sheer strength and speed, bolstering his belief that he is destined for greatness. However, his straightforward strategy and lack of connection with his Pokémon are subtle weaknesses he has yet to recognize. Blue’s confidence, bordering on arrogance, sets him apart as a promising but headstrong trainer—one who still has much to learn.

The Moon Festival and Cynthia’s Purpose: As he arrives in Viridian City, Blue is thrilled to participate in the annual Moon Festival, an event honoring the bond between trainers and Pokémon. This festival, celebrated under the glow of a full moon, is steeped in tradition and legend. Many believe that legendary Pokémon, drawn to the energy of the festival, appear under the moonlight, blessing the participants. For Blue, the festival is more than a cultural gathering—it’s a chance to prove himself among Kanto’s best trainers. Here, trainers recount their recent victories, battle, and share stories of their journeys, making it an ideal stage for Blue’s bravado.

Unbeknownst to him, Cynthia, the revered Champion of Sinnoh, is also in Kanto, drawn to the Moon Festival. At thirty-six, Cynthia has achieved near-legendary status herself, renowned not only for her strength as a trainer but also for her wisdom and dedication as a researcher. Her reason for visiting Kanto is twofold: she’s been invited as an honored guest at the Moon Festival, and she seeks out a reclusive elder aboard the prestigious S.S. Anne, a lorekeeper who knows the secrets of Kanto’s legendary Pokémon. Cynthia’s life, however, is marked by tragedy. Years ago, a devastating encounter with Giratina, the mythical Pokémon tied to the Distortion World, took her four-year-old daughter, Rose, and left her unable to have children. The loss has haunted her, an invisible wound she carries beneath her composed exterior. Though deeply painful, Cynthia has poured her motherly instincts into mentoring younger trainers, finding solace in guiding others where she could not guide her daughter.

Blue’s Need for Growth: Cynthia sees a reflection of her own past ambition in Blue. His confidence, while commendable, is laced with arrogance and an over-reliance on power over connection. Watching him at the festival, she recognizes his potential but knows he lacks the humility and discipline that make a true Champion. Though Blue’s talent is undeniable, Cynthia senses that his journey will require a humbling experience—a lesson in understanding his Pokémon as partners, not just tools for victory. With her experience and wisdom, Cynthia takes it upon herself to challenge and mentor Blue, hoping to steer him onto a path of growth, self-reflection, and genuine strength.

As the chapter closes, Blue’s journey is poised at a crossroads. His current path, fueled by a need to fill the void his mother left behind, drives him toward quick victories and personal glory. Yet, he is unaware that true strength lies not just in winning battles but in humility, respect, and a deep bond with his Pokémon. Cynthia, who understands the cost of ambition and loss, sees in him a spark that could ignite into something far greater if he is willing to grow. The stage is set for an encounter that will transform Blue’s life, challenging his confidence and setting him on a path toward becoming a true Champion.

What would you all like? Also, Chapter 1 of my new story is finished. I just need to know what you all would like to know about the backstory.

It had been months since the group of ABDL friends had planned their next big adventure. They were all close—having bonded over shared interests and the fun, carefree nature of their ABDL lifestyle. Nate, the one who always had the wildest ideas, had proposed a camping trip.

The initial idea came as a joke in their group chat:

Nate: “So who’s up for a camping trip? I bet we could see who lasts the longest without having an ‘accident.’ 💩💧”

Tom: “Sounds like fun, but are you saying you think you’ll win? We all know you’ll wet yourself first, Nate. 😂”

Alice: “Can we please make it to the campsite before we start placing bets? I swear last time Nate nearly didn’t make it to the woods.”

Zoe: “I’m game! But no backing out this time, Nate. You’ve been trying to get us out into the middle of nowhere forever.”

It didn’t take long before everyone was on board. The idea of spending a few nights in the quiet, secluded woods seemed perfect. No interruptions, no judgment—just them, their camping gear, and, of course, their onesies and diapers for added comfort. They packed light, keeping in mind the remote nature of the woods and the spirit of their challenge: to see who could hold out the longest.

The day of the trip arrived, and the group piled into Tom’s SUV, laughing and teasing each other the entire way. The drive was long, but the conversations made the time fly. As they approached the campsite, a dense fog settled around the trees, giving the area an eerie feel.

“Perfect horror movie setting,” Nate said, eyeing the woods outside the window. “Anyone bring a chainsaw?” He grinned, clearly enjoying the tension he was trying to build.

“Relax,” Zoe rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who picked this spot. What are you scared of? The trees?”

The group laughed, but there was an underlying excitement in the air. They were all ABDL fans, but this trip was more than just a retreat—it was a playful test, a challenge to see who could hold out the longest.

As they arrived, the campsite greeted them with an empty clearing surrounded by towering trees. It was quiet, almost too quiet. The firepit sat unused, and the air was still, but they quickly got to work setting up their tents and arranging the area for the evening.

Once settled, they gathered around the fire as the sun began to dip below the horizon, filling the sky with a soft pink glow. The atmosphere was relaxed, with everyone wearing their onesies, snug and comfortable.

As the fire crackled and the stars began to peek through the sky, the group started to tell stories. Nate was, of course, the first to jump into another of his over-the-top tales.

“Alright, I’ve got a good one for you guys,” Nate said, leaning forward. His diaper had a cartoon wolf design on it, and the others had already joked about it earlier. “Ever heard of the Diaper Wolf?”

“Oh boy, here we go,” Alice muttered, rolling her eyes but smiling as she pulled her blanket tighter around her.

“Wait, I wanna hear this,” Tom said, feigning interest as he toasted another marshmallow.

“Okay, so picture this: there’s this wolf spirit that lives deep in the woods, right?” Nate’s eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as he spoke. “It hunts at night, looking for campers who are… vulnerable.” He winked. “And when it finds them, it doesn’t bite them or anything. No, it curses their diapers! The longer they wear them, the tighter they get, until you can’t change out of them at all. And then, little by little, you turn into a wolf like it.”

Zoe chuckled. “So what? We all start howling at the moon and running around in our padded paws?”

“Exactly!” Nate grinned. “And the only way to break the curse is if you... outlast the moon or something.” He waved his hand, clearly improvising the ending. “Okay, okay, I’ll work on the lore.”

The group laughed, but a howl suddenly cut through the forest, making everyone fall silent. It was distant, yet clear enough to send a small shiver down their spines. Nate looked around nervously but quickly recovered.

“Alright, I admit that was perfect timing,” he said with a shaky grin. “Maybe it is the Diaper Wolf!”

“Maybe,” Alice said, giving him a teasing smile. “Or maybe it’s just a regular wolf wondering why we’re out here in the first place.”

Zoe leaned back, adjusting her onesie. “I’m more worried about you, Nate. That howl sounded way too real. You’re sure you’re not about to wet yourself?”

Nate laughed it off, but there was an odd tension in the air now. They quickly changed the subject, talking more about the bets they'd made, and who would be the first to give in to an accident. But despite their banter, there was an unspoken understanding that something about the woods felt… different tonight.

Later, they all headed to their tents, settling down for the night. Their playful mood was still intact, but the chill of the night seemed to amplify the isolation around them. They each fell asleep, unaware that the quiet, dark woods were about to stir something far more mysterious.

In the stillness of the night, each of them found themselves wrapped in vivid, unsettling dreams.

Nate, wearing the wolf-designed diaper, dreamt he was running through the forest under a massive full moon. The trees blurred past him as he felt his body shift, his senses sharpening, his limbs growing stronger and wilder. He wasn’t just running; he was hunting, guided by a primal instinct he didn’t fully understand.

Alice, who wore a diaper with a mermaid print, dreamt of water—endless, deep, and dark. She swam through it effortlessly, her legs fused together into a tail that flicked gracefully beneath the surface. The ocean seemed vast and empty, but she felt a strange comfort in it, as though she belonged there.

Zoe, with her dragon-themed diaper, dreamt of soaring through the night sky. Her body was covered in shimmering scales, and massive wings spread from her back, allowing her to fly freely. She looked down at the ground far below, feeling powerful and untouchable, but also detached from the world.

Tom, with his Halloween-special vampire diaper, found himself wandering through a dark, eerie forest. His senses were heightened, and he could feel a strange hunger growing inside him, a thirst that went beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. His fangs ached, and the shadows around him seemed to whisper secrets he couldn’t quite understand.

When they awoke the next morning, the group gathered around the firepit once more, groggy and disoriented.

“Did anyone else have weird dreams last night?” Nate asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, really weird,” Alice replied. “But it was just a dream, right? I mean, I’m not turning into a mermaid anytime soon.” She laughed nervously.

Zoe stretched, still feeling the strange sensation of wings. “Mine was crazy, too. I was a dragon, flying over everything.”

Tom shrugged. “Same here. I was… I don’t know, it was creepy. I was in the woods, but everything felt off.”

They exchanged glances, realizing the odd coincidence. They all had dreams that matched the designs on their diapers. For a moment, the playful nature of their camping trip felt a little darker, but they brushed it off, not wanting to ruin the mood.

The group decided to explore deeper into the forest, their curiosity piqued by the strange dreams and the odd atmosphere. As they ventured further, they stumbled upon an old, abandoned wooden house hidden among the trees.

It was small and crooked, the wood rotting and the windows dark. It looked like no one had lived there in decades, yet something about it called to them.

“Should we go in?” Alice asked, eyeing the structure with a mix of excitement and caution.

“Why not? We’re already out here,” Nate said, leading the way. “Maybe it’s haunted.”

They entered the house cautiously, finding it mostly empty. Dust covered the floors, and cobwebs clung to the corners of the walls. But in one room, they found something unexpected—a small table in the center of the room, with a deck of playing cards on it.

Tom picked up one of the cards, flipping it over to reveal a familiar design. “This one has a wolf on it,” he said, showing it to the others.

Nate grabbed a card. “This one’s a mermaid.”

Zoe held up a dragon card, and Alice picked up a vampire card. The realization hit them all at once: the cards matched the designs on their diapers, just like their dreams.

“This is getting weird,” Alice said, her voice uneasy.

They laughed nervously, trying to shake off the eerie feeling, but the cards suddenly began to glow, pulsing with an odd energy. Before they could react, the strange pulsing from the cards surged through their hands for only a moment before disappearing just as quickly. Nate, Tom, Alice, and Zoe all looked at one another, puzzled and unsettled, all now feeling a warmth around the diapers.

“Well… that was weird,” Nate said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the tremor in his voice.

“Maybe it’s just an old magic trick or something,” Tom suggested, putting his card back on the table and stepping away.

“Yeah, that must be it,” Zoe agreed, although her eyes lingered on the deck a little longer than she would have liked. “Let’s just get out of here.”

As the group left the old wooden house, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The cards, the dreams—it all felt connected, but they had no idea how. By the time they got back to their campsite, the sun was already sinking behind the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees.

“Let’s just focus on what matters, the fact that we all lost the competition at the same time!” Alice said, trying to lighten the mood. “I declare a rematch! I still think Nate will loose first!”

Nate laughed, thankful for the distraction. “Not a chance. I’m holding out longer than any of you.”

The group settled down by the fire again, roasting marshmallows and chatting about anything other than the strange house they had just explored. They even laughed about the coincidence of their dream creatures matching the designs on their diapers, though no one dared bring up the strange pulsing from the cards.

As the night wore on, they started to get sleepy, the warmth of the fire and the exhaustion of the day pulling them toward their tents. They agreed to continue their "who can last the longest" challenge through the night and into the next day, each of them stubbornly clinging to the idea that they could win.

But as they said goodnight and zipped up their tents, the eerie quiet of the forest returned, wrapping around them like a cold blanket.

It was around 2 a.m. when things began to change.

Nate stirred in his tent, his dreamless sleep shifting into something more vivid. He found himself standing in the middle of the forest, the moon high in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the trees around him. He felt strange, like he was both himself and something else, something wild. His body ached, his muscles felt tense, and his senses were sharper than ever. He could hear every rustle in the trees, every distant sound in the forest.

Instinctively, he looked down, expecting to see his familiar onesie and diaper. But instead, he saw fur—thick, dark fur covering his arms and legs. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized his hands had turned into claws, sharp and dangerous. Panic surged through him, and he tried to scream, but all that came out was a low, guttural growl.

Nate stumbled forward, his new limbs awkward and foreign. He tried to fight the transformation, to snap out of the dream, but it felt too real. He wasn’t just dreaming—he was becoming the wolf from his nightmare.

In the other tents, the rest of the group was experiencing their own strange transformations.

Zoe tossed and turned, her body growing heavy and hot. In her dream, she soared above the treetops, her dragon wings slicing through the cool night air. But unlike the peaceful flight she had imagined, her body felt weighed down by the enormous wings, her scales itching against her skin. She looked down at herself in horror, realizing she was no longer human. Her once comforting onesie was now stretched tight over her massive, scaled body, her tail swaying behind her as she flew.

Alice’s transformation was equally strange. She found herself underwater, her legs fused together into a powerful tail that propelled her through the depths of a dark, endless sea. Her skin shimmered with a faint glow, her onesie somehow transforming into the slick scales of a mermaid’s tail. She tried to swim to the surface, but no matter how hard she pushed, the water seemed to drag her down, keeping her trapped beneath the waves.

Tom was in a nightmare of his own. He wandered through a dense, fog-covered forest, his sharp vampire senses alerting him to every sound, every movement. His fangs ached in his mouth, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural red light. His body felt powerful, but also uncontrollable, driven by a hunger he didn’t understand. His onesie clung tightly to his body, his hands trembling as they transformed into long, clawed fingers.

The transformations came in waves, pulsing through them like the energy from the cards earlier in the day. They struggled to wake up, but the dreams held them captive, refusing to let them escape.

Hours passed, and slowly, the group began to stir. Nate was the first to wake, drenched in sweat, his heart racing. He sat up in his tent, breathing heavily, his body trembling from the intensity of the dream, he looked down to see his diaper slight ripped.

“Guys…?” he called out, his voice shaky.

One by one, the others began to wake as well, each of them feeling the lingering effects of their dreams. Their bodies felt different—heavier, slower, as though they hadn’t quite returned to normal.

“Did anyone else… dream about their characters again?” Alice asked cautiously, stepping out of her tent and wrapping her blanket around herself not noticing that the entire bottom of her diaper is now gone.

Zoe nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah, but this time it felt… real.”

Tom emerged from his tent, pale and quiet. “Same here. I don’t know what’s going on, but something’s not right.”

They gathered around the now empty fire again, the unease between them growing stronger. The forest seemed darker, quieter than before, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Nate glanced around nervously, his mind flashing back to the pulsing cards. “We should go back to that house,” he suggested. “There’s gotta be something there. This can’t all be a coincidence.”

The group hesitated, but deep down, they knew Nate was right. Something about that house—and those cards—had triggered the strange dreams. If they wanted answers, they’d have to go back.

After changing into new diapers because their old ones were now ripped in some way, they trudged through the forest once again, the early morning light casting long shadows between the trees. The old wooden house loomed ahead of them, just as eerie and forgotten as before.

As they stepped inside, the air felt heavy, charged with the same strange energy they had felt the day before. The deck of cards still sat on the small table, undisturbed, but now there was something different about the room.

“Look,” Zoe whispered, pointing to a set of scratch marks on the walls.

Nate swallowed hard, recognizing the marks immediately. They looked like they had been made by claws—his claws, from the dream. He looked down at his hands, half expecting to see fur again, but they were still human.

“This can’t be real,” Alice muttered, backing away from the marks. “It was just a dream, right?”

But as they looked around the room, more evidence of their dreams began to appear. A faint shimmer of water pooled in the corner of the room, as if Alice’s mermaid tail had left its mark. The air around Zoe felt thicker, hotter, like the remnants of dragonfire. And Tom could swear he smelled the faint scent of blood in the air, his vampire senses still heightened.

They exchanged nervous glances, the reality of their situation sinking in. Whatever had happened last night wasn’t just a dream—it was something far more real and far more dangerous.

“We need to destroy those cards,” Nate said firmly, grabbing the deck from the table. “They’re the only connection we have to this.”

Without waiting for a response, Alice lit the house on fire as he tossed the cards into where the fire was, watching as the flames licked at the edges of the paper. For a moment, nothing happened.

But then, the cards began to pulse again, just like they had the day before. The fire roared to life, crackling with a strange energy, and the group took a step back in fear.

The cards twisted and curled in the flames, their designs glowing brightly before finally turning to ash. The energy in the room slowly dissipated, and the oppressive feeling that had hung over them lifted.

“It’s over,” Nate said, breathing a sigh of relief. As they left the house to burn, they were thankful that they didn't need to change into blank diapers if they wanted to stay human.

The group returned to their campsite, feeling drained but relieved. The strange dreams, the transformations—it was all behind them now. They sat around the fire, eating s’mores and laughing about the craziness of the past two days.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, they packed up their things, ready to head back to civilization. The forest no longer felt haunted, and the eerie quiet was replaced by the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind.

But as they left the campsite, Nate couldn’t shake the feeling that something still wasn’t quite right. He glanced back at the trees, wondering if the cards had truly been destroyed—or if the forest held other secrets yet to be uncovered.

As they drove away, none of them noticed the faint, glowing symbols etched into the trees where they had camped, the remnants of their dream creatures still watching over them from the shadows.

The nightmare wasn’t over. It had only just begun and as they smelt something messy coming from Nates diaper, they all joked about the competition.

the first time I try to fuck her (I‘m shy she took the first step) I struggled to get hard I was hard then limp then hard then limp and then she wanna help me and take my dick in her hand and I cum limp on her fingers🙊

and after that she only rode my face but not soft she don't give a fuck and scrubbed over me like crazy sometimes I came handsfree from that and if not she don't care and sleep and say to me shut the fuck up if I hear you jerk off I spank your little ass I want to sleep now! and every morning I have to get up early and bring her breakfast into her bed but then I had to left the room because she don't wanna see me in the first hour of the day so she could relax mostly I have to wait in the garden

yeah but she made my clit so hard I did everything for her sometimes she has hugged me and kissed my head and say you know that Mommy are sometimes a little strictly to you but I love you my baby and then I forgave her always but once at night she came total drunk from her girls nightout and I had to lick her on command even though I was already asleep she woke me up very hard and aggressive and scream at me lick my pussy bitchboi (she never said that to me)

I did, them l asked her why she was so wet she was never sooo wet and I eat her all out then she said I fed you real mans cum that a black handsome man with a massiv cock spurt in my strecheded pussy I hope you love It and my thoughts exploded I was totally shocked but my penis got harder and harder and I moaned a little she noticed and said I know you like that baby your clitty is so stiff and dribble all in your underwear sweety she then allowed me to hump her feed on my knees handsfree and ich came so quick in my pants as she just give me a co face and say good boy good boy spurt your little load like the loser you are f2) don't be ashamed I love you and the next day without that she had said anything she came home with her black lover and he was huge like 2,10meters she cuddle and kiss me on my head and said hello babby today you meet your new daddy don't be so shy mouse & I was soo shocked and couldn't move she said to her lover don't mind he is a little shy and THEN her lover came to me and lift me fucking up on him like a little toddler and tickled my nose and said you don't need to be afraid I don't bite hihi and then he gave me a gentle kiss on my MOUTH 6 said my gf he is such a cute baby then dropped me off again and give me two lovely claps on my butt I felt

sooo humiliated omg and then 1 sec after infront of me he tongue Kiss MY gf and my gf asked him : Get him ready for bed quickly, babe, I'll wait downstairs and put on my lingerie and don't even look at me like I'm not in the same room He said yes lift me up again I wanted to be swallowed by the ground and tried to get out of him and he just say shhh its all good shhh I had no chance his arms are so strong Then he put me on the bed, undressed me and said if you defend yourself it will only get worse and put a pacifier in my mouth and gave me a light slap in the face and haunted my face and spit on my face then he came with a big pink diaper and put it on me l was so in shame I put my hands over my eyes then he say in baby voise : you will feel much better with that baby penis in a diaper where it belongs I'm just helping you little man you will love it then he lift me up took me to mommys bedroom she was in lingerie I saw her 2 sec and then her lover said oh sorry baby thats not for you and cover his hands over my eyes I said WHAAT?

He said yes baby from now on youre not allowed to see my pussysextoy hot wife your gf naked anymore, there is an exception we make a asterisk list for you and hang it on the friedge in the kitchen you can collect stars with doing chores be always ready to serve me and her like cooking asking if we need a drink, feet massage etc... and if you have enough in a month I let you watch your wife if she shower with me together and were kissing lovely but you are not allowed to see me fuck her youre too little baby it can traumatize you sweety I don't think its good for youre health and that is all what matters but now youre allowed to sleep in our room the bed is big enough like our baby but If we have sex you have to look away and try to sleep and and woe betide you if you look over then you have to sleep naked in diaper outside in the dog house in garden I never looked at them I was to afraid but sometimes they nudged me after they were finished and my gf lift me on her breasts so l could suck on them her lover go down on her put a finger in her pussy and pull all his cum out and feed it me

A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

All characters depicted are 18 years or older

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Chapter 42: Twinkling Starlight

Hannah happily polished off her meal. Despite her food's lack of texture verity, the taste was excellent, far exceeding anything she had experienced back home. The Amazon world, thus far, was nothing if not consistent. Miss Kaylee leaned over with her napkin and cleaned Hannah’s face, causing her to blush. “Enjoy your meal, sweetheart?” she asked.

Hannah nodded, “It was excellent.” 

Despite having had a three-course meal, the food hadn’t been heavy or dense, meaning that Hannah felt full, but not so much so that she wanted to do nothing but lay down and sleep. Perhaps that was the point; the pinnacle of the meal was supposed to be a dance under the chandeliers; the live music filtered its way across the diners to them, the gentle buzz of chatter thrumming through Hannah. This close to the ship's engines, Hannah could feel their monotone hum reverberating through the floors, easily droned out by the dining patrons. 

Their waiter had been on top of things as they ate, clearing away plates and ensuring their every need was met. The waiter bid them farewell as the group began to leave their table. “I believe it is time for some dancing!” Miss Kaylee said as she pulled Thomas from his seat, her hand immediately feeling his bum, “It seems like someone’s dinner went right through him; you are such a good boy.” she teased, tickling his sides.

Thomas squealed in delight, squirming and laying his head against Miss Kaylee’s chest as she lovingly patted his bum. Daddy helped Emily and Hannah down from their seats, guiding their gowns so as not to be caught up on anything and trip them. Hannah’s heart began to race as they made their way towards the dance floor. Hannah had been in front of audiences before, but this was outside her wheelhouse. Hannah had never danced in a ball gown, didn’t know any formal ball dances, and had never danced as a baby in a thick diaper before. 

The group stepped up to the dance floor, Thomas still in Miss Kaylee's arms, nursing his thumb, Daddy holding her unoccupied hand as they waited their turn. It seemed that Emily and Hannah would be dancing together. Hannah glanced across the dance floor, watching for what other Littles were doing. Even from here, Hannah could tell nearly everyone of them was thickly diapered, and their dancing paled in comparison to their parents. It quickly became apparent to Hannah that no matter how poorly she danced, it was more about the act of dancing rather than the dance itself. Hannah was supposed to be cute, trying to mimic the actions of her Mommy rather than be able to dance well. 

The revelation allowed Hannah to relax, but still, she studied the Amazon women and how they performed, setting expectations for herself. While none of these people expected an Oscar-level performance from Hannah, she didn’t let that deter her from trying. The song ended, the women curtsying to their partners as the men bowed at the waist, the watching crowd offering polite claps as people made their way from the dance floor and others entered. 

Hannah felt Emily taking her hand, gently pulling her onto the dance floor, her heart fluttering in anticipation. Hannah felt anxious and nervous as they took up their position. Emily faced her, her hand gently holding Hannah’s waist and her other hand clasping Hannah’s. Hannah’s free hand rested gently on Emily’s shoulder, as she had seen the other woman do, and before she could think any further, the next song began. They started to move, gently swaying and stepping in time with the music. Miss Kaylee had been right; it was relatively easy once you understood the steps; there wasn’t much to it, especially without high heels. 

As Emily and Hannah entered a rhythm, Hannah relaxed, smiling at Emily as the two danced. Emily returned her smile, and for a moment, they were lost in each other's eyes. Hannah forgot that she was on an alien planet, surrounded by monsters who wanted to do evil to her. Hannah let herself get lost in the moment, dancing with, what, her friend? Her sister? Anything deeper or more intimate made Hannah blush madly; she had never considered herself anything other than heterosexual her whole life, and yet there was something about Emily that made her as giddy as a school girl. 

Emily seemed to understand Hannah in a way no boy had ever managed. Emily came here with the same ambitions and desires; she appeared to share similar interests and knew she wanted what was best for her. Emily was kind and loving, looking out for Hannah, not because of a parental stipulation to being a good parent figure, but because she wanted to see Hannah flourish and be happy. For all his good deeds, Daddy never saw Hannah or Emily as equals; he saw the girls as people he needed to care for and protect. 

Emily, however, saw Hannah as an equal; they were both in a situation no one from Earth would ever experience or even understand. Not one Amazon truly understood Hannah or Emily’s position; they simply saw the two as babies who had come to terms with who they were. The girls were seen as children pretending to be grown up back home. 

Emily was no such fool. Emily smiled warmly, their eyes meeting, and Hannah got lost in that smile, biting the inside of her lip to keep from grinning like an utter fool. Hannah felt Emily’s hand shifting on her waist, pulling her in just a touch closer; everywhere their bodies met sent tingles through Hannah’s body, a flush traveling her body that had nothing to do with embarrassment. 

Hannah didn’t want the moment to end; it was just her and Emily and the rest of the world fading away. It wasn’t until she heard clapping that she realized the song had ended. Daddy had been dancing with Miss Kaylee, and Thomas held between the two as they danced. They bowed and curtsied to one another before departing the dance floor. Hannah and Emily followed suit, giggling before joining them. 

Hannah’s heart was still racing, Emily’s hand holding hers as they made their way from the main dining room. 

“That was a lot of fun!” Miss Kaylee said, “You were excellent dancers! I thought neither of you knew how to?” she asked, glancing at the girls who trailed behind.

“We picked it up watching the other women,” Hannah replied, clearing her throat, her blush fading.

“It’s a good idea.” Miss Kaylee smiled, “It’s important you learn from the adults around you, and you picked it up quickly! I’m proud of both of you. I believe it’s time for the parade!” she added with a smile.

“That sounds lovely; I believe it was up on deck twelve,” Daddy said as they entered a glass elevator, which whisked them up. 

The entire ship deck was shimmering with twinkling fairy lights as they strolled out of the elevator. Strands of lights were draped between the towering masts, glowing softly against the night sky, with the gentle ocean breeze carrying a festive air. The ship had been transformed into a royal spectacle for the evening. The railings were adorned with luxurious, flowing banners in royal colors of gold, silver, and deep purples, giving the sundeck an opulent yet playful feel fit for the royal theme.

Golden stanchions connected by velvet ropes marked the parade route, guiding guests along the open-air path. Along the deck, large, ornate arches were set up to look like castle gates, each arch twinkling with even more lights as they led the way. Guests gathered around, some dressed as kings, queens, princes, and princesses, their gowns and suits sparkling in the soft light. Like Hannah and Emily, Littles wore crowns and tiaras, and their dresses and outfits made them look like royal court members.

The music playing was grand, a mix of regal fanfare and enchanting tunes that made passengers feel part of a royal procession. Live performers dressed as court jesters, knights, and royal attendants walked around, keeping the energy lively. Juggles tossed brightly colored balls into the air, and stilt walkers with flowing capes glided among the crowd, adding to the fairytale atmosphere. 

As the parade began, a royal carriage decorated with twinkling lights and pushed by two entertainers dressed as royal guards led the way. Following the carriage were floats decked out in baby-themed royalty, giant pacifiers, stuffed bears with crowns, and oversized blocks in playful colors. Each float was lit up, with bubbles drifting through the air, adding a layer of whimsy to the scene. 

The parade culminated at the center of the sundeck, where a throne had been set up, surrounded by a fountain that sparkled with golden lights. Guests gathered around as the “Royal Family of the Night” was chosen from the crowd. Marty’s voice could be heard over the loudspeakers, inviting everyone to cheer and celebrate as fireworks lit up the sky, casting colorful reflections over the dark sea below. 

As the Royal Parade peaked, Marty took the stage at the center of the sundeck, near the grand throne. His voice boomed across the sound system, “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the moment we’ve all been waiting for: the crowning of our Royal Family for the night! Tonight, we’ve got some special Little royals among us; let’s see how we will wear the crown!”

The crowd hushed and watched anxiously as Marty scanned the smiling faces. He paused for dramatic effect, then his gaze settled on Hannah, her hand tightening around Emily’s.

“You there! Yes, you, the little princess in the beautiful gown!” Marty announced with a smile, pointing directly at Hannah. 

The lights on the deck dimmed slightly, leaving a spotlight on Hannah. Hannah’s heart skipped a beat as she realized he had singled out her. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and Daddy gave her an encouraging smile, squeezing her shoulder as she was ushered towards the throne. Emily and Thomas clapped excitedly for her as Hannah stepped onto the red carpet leading to the stage, feeling like she was in a dream. The cruise attendants, dressed in royal guard outfits, greeted her with bows and curtsies as she was ushered toward the sparkling throne.

Marty bent down to Hannah’s level, a sparkling crown in his hand, somehow already knowing Hannah’s name. “Princess Hannah, you’ve been chosen as one of our royal family members for the night! Will you accept your crown and take your place among the royals?”

Hannah could barely breathe, let alone speak, the crowd hushing in anticipation. She nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed. Marty smiled warmly, placing the glittering tiara atop her head,  far more formal than the one she had been wearing. He adjusted it carefully until it perched perfectly atop Hannah’s soft hair. The crown cheered again, and camera flashes went off as photographers documented the occasion. 

“Princess Hannah, you are officially crowned!” Marty announced.

Marty stepped back as Hannah was lifted onto the grand throne, her feet dangling. The throne was adorned with velvet cushions and golden embroidery, making it fit for royalty. As she sat on the throne, attendants came forward with a royal sash and a golden scepter, placing them in her hands and across her chest. They had been scaled appropriately for a Little, and Hannah knew the parade would always culminate in a Little being selected. Marty stepped to the side and bowed to Hannah, the crowd following suit, making Hannah feel genuinely like a princess.

The rest of the Royal Family was chosen from the crowd, another Little as a prince, a king, and a queen from the Amazon passengers. Hannah was given a special spot as the princess at the stage's center. The attendants pulled a velvet rope, a cascade of sparkling confetti falling from the sky, shimmering in the soft lights of the sundeck. 

To close the ceremony, Marty announced,” And now, Princess Hannah will lead us in a royal procession! Let’s give her a royal round of applause!” 

Hannah was helped down from the throne, with her scepter in hand, as she was guided to walk at the head of the parade, the crowd following behind. The band struck a regal tune as Hannah and the other Royal Family members made their way around the sundeck, with fireworks lighting up the sky again. They passed hundreds, if not thousands, of other passengers who hadn’t seen the coronation ceremony, who smiled, clapped, and took photos of the royal precision. 

Arriving back at the center of the sundeck, the throne and stage had been removed, clearing space for a dance floor as passengers milled about, some dancing, others laughing and chatting, the precision devolving. Hannah was permitted to keep her royal wares and was quickly joined by the rest of her group.

“My princess!” Miss Kaylee said, stepping up and curtsying.

Daddy grinned, offering Hannah a half bow as Emily stepped up, taking Hannah’s hand and whispering, “You okay?” she asked.

Hannah nodded, “I’m fine.” she glanced at her wand and then at Emily with a grin, “Peasant.” 

Emily returned her grin, curtsying, “My princess.” she giggled, “Your wish is my command.”

Hannah smiled, realizing that what she wanted from Emily, she couldn’t order here in the crowds of people surrounding her. Crew members came by with massive serving trays, offering drinks to everyone, and Hannah found a bottle in her hands once more. 

Hannah took a sip, pulling the bottle from her mouth in surprise as she felt the burn of alcohol scorch her tongue. She looked at the bottle, startled, and then at Miss Kaylee and Daddy, who hadn’t realize what she had. Emily had made the same discovery and grinned at Hannah, winking. The alcohol would be their little secret as they happily nursed their bottles. Hannah needed to go and began soaking her diaper, feeling it squish between her legs. 

The group dissolved into smaller parties as they milled about the sun deck, interacting with other guests or, in Hannah and Emily’s case, half drinking, half dancing as the night wore on. Hannah wasn’t sure how long they were on that deck, the moon hanging high in the sky when she stepped to the ship's side for a breather. 

Emily joined her, a grin plastered across her face as they gazed at the dark ocean. The ship’s lights sparkled and reflected off the blue waters, waves gently lapping below as they sailed through the night. 

“Does it feel like we’ve been in this world for a long time to you?” Emily asked as they gazed out onto the sea.

“You’ve been here far longer than I have, but it feels like I’ve been here for a few weeks, not just a few days,” Hannah replied.

“It feels like months, and it’s only been a few weeks.” Emily replied, “I can honestly say, however, that these last few days with you have been some of the happiest of my life. Regardless of everything we’ve been through, regardless of what they’ve done or even the storm we’ve found ourselves in, I’ve enjoyed our time together.” 

Emily’s hand found Hannah’s, giving her a firm squeeze, “I genuinely don’t know if I would have been able to make it without you.” Hannah admitted, “I would have given up long ago.”

“Oh, come on, no, you wouldn’t have!” Emily replied, “You’re far too strong for that; you would have made it through just fine; heck, you wouldn’t be on this boat right now if it had been just you. You would have found a way to make it work and stay out of trouble.”

Hannah snorted, “Yeah, right. I’m only as well-behaved because I’m learning from your mistakes!”

“Ouch, but fair.” Emily giggled, “My bum was constantly red for the first week; I’ve never been spanked that much.”

“Did you ever enjoy it? I’ve always loved the idea of being spanked.” Hannah admitted, blushing slightly.

“Being pulled over a caregiver's lap, your diaper pulled down as they held you and spanked you?” Emily asked, grinning as Hannah nodded, blushing further, “Of course. That is, until the pain gets bad enough, you start crying, and they don’t stop.” 

Hannah sighed, “I figured as much. I’m not much of a masochist, but I had to ask.”

“I thought I was; oh how they proved me wrong.” Emily chuckled, “I’m finding a lot of my fantasies are best left as that, fantasies.”

The girls gazed out on the waters as the ship glided across, piercing waves effortlessly, sending sea water spray into the air, far below their railing. Moon and starlight glittered off the waters of the impossibly dark ocean, turning the seascape into looking like a vast starfield. Emily’s hand squeezed Hannah’s, and Hannah found her head gently resting against Emily’s shoulder.

“I think I love you,” Emily said, not looking at Hannah.

Hannah’s heart fluttered, a rush of excitement flooding her body as she turned to face Emily, their bodies inches away. She smiled, “I think I love you, too.” Hannah replied, their lips meeting once again, under the stars' twinkling lights. 

End of Chapter 42

Interludes: Thomas

Thomas found the idea of being an adult silly. He had been with his Mommy for as long as he could remember; granted, his memory wasn’t great. His pediatrician had told Mommy his biological age was more than forty. FORTY?! Thomas laughed and giggled at that idea; he was barely three years old! He always had been. Mommy liked to tell him silly stories about when he was younger and how much of a fight he put up being a baby. How much Thomas had fought using his diapers, how big and strong he had acted. Thomas used to boast about being a big-shot CEO, putting others in their places, and always being in charge.

Thomas had no memory of these events since his trip to the doctor that fateful day. To Thomas, that was the first actual day of his memories. He remembered awakening; his face pressed to Mommy’s bosom as he was guided to nurse from her. Mommy had been speaking to him, although he didn’t understand, but the sound of her voice when he latched on made it obvious he was doing something right. Thomas loved being a good boy; he loved making his Mommy happy. Mommy had taught him enough language to understand her, but he certainly couldn’t read or write; what baby needed that anyway?

Mommy liked to spin tails to people they met, telling them all sorts of things about Thomas. She had explained to him that these were stories, make-believe, and it was fun to go along with it! Mommy liked it when Thomas agreed with what she was saying, regardless of its absurdity. 

Thomas, apparently, had naughty friends before his birth. That is what he called the first day of his memories. Mommy told him he used to have bad influences for friends; he wasn’t sure how that was possible, how he could have had friends before, but he trusted her. Mommy had guided him on what to say and do, sending him to daycare after teaching him language basics. The people he was supposed to meet with were incredibly concerned for Thomas, although he didn’t understand why. Thomas loved his Mommy; he loved being a baby; who wouldn’t? Thomas followed Mommy’s directions, however, allowing them to take him with them to ‘undo’ the wipe, as they called it.

Of course, they couldn’t have known Mommy had implanted a tracker in Thomas, waiting for them to scan for it and then re-activating it with a set timer. The people took Thomas to a strange place, with many Littles acting weirdly. They almost seemed to be adults but were the same size as Thomas. Thomas’s training was nearly at an end, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He was glad when the adults raided the place, Littles running about, screaming as they were caught. Thomas grew upset at the excitement until Mommy came rushing in, scooping and consoling him.

Thomas swooned and giggled as Mommy praised him, holding him close and promising him a big reward for being such a good boy. Thomas loved being a good boy. Thomas was a good boy.

Interludes: Venli

Venli leaned back, her feet kicked up, nursing a mug of coffee as she read the latest reports. Autumn was setting in; the sun had barely risen, and it was still working to fight off the morning’s chill. Deep in the Little controlled city territory, Venli felt safe outdoors, even if it was only a tiny, overgrown, and forgotten park. As always, the reports held cases of Littles being captured, Amazon officials busting Resistance outposts, and documentation of recent technological breakthroughs. The reports were usually dry and disheartening. While The Resistance had managed to break numerous people free from the shackles of Amazon society, far more Littles had been captured. 

“More of the same?” A voice called to Venli as the girl sat next to her on the bench.

The woman was a recent recruit, having been broken out of an awful orphanage. She still wore diapers and likely would for the rest of her life. Venli felt terrible for her, and while The Resistance had made substantial progress in rebuilding neural pathways, not everything came so quickly. This woman, in particular, would need surgery even to begin allowing pathways between her spinal cord and bladder or sphincter to start growing once more. Even with their advanced technology, the woman looked at years of recovery and potty training to get a glimpse of control once more.

While the woman was expecting Venli to inform her of the latest captures, Venli preferred to stay upbeat. “Subjects 6,212 are safely aboard along with sixty-one other refugees across several ships. It’s unlikely all will become compromised.” Venli began. Venli knew the names of each subject, although not everyone in The Resistance was privy to such knowledge. She hoped the girls would make it; she had a soft spot for them. “We were able to locate the source of their contract and have successfully enrolled each refugee. They will, of course, need to survive an entire week in school and meet or exceed the requirements for reintegration into Earth society, or they will never be allowed through the portal. We sent the strongest-willed Littles who may be able to make it; the rest will stay here while we work with them.”

The woman nodded, pulling her jacket tight around her shoulders, her breath misting before her. “That’s good news,” he replied simply.

The two sat there, the woman staring into space as Venli continued reading. She didn’t need to speak for Venli to understand the woman’s agony. She had opted to stay here and help others escape, something she would likely never be able to achieve herself unless she could potty train once more. Amazon protocols for Littles transferring back to Earth were strict, and obtaining passage through official channels was difficult. As difficult as it may be, the school represented the easiest path for Littles to escape back to Earth. The Resistance was hard at work obtaining other passages, but as soon as one was discovered and refugees were sent home, it was quickly uncovered and closed up by Amazon officials.

“Don’t you want to go home, Venli?” The woman asked softly, the morning sun breaking through the thick morning fog and warming Venli’s face.

“I don’t have a home anymore,” Venli replied, flipping to the next page in her report. “The Amazon government was extensive when they cleansed my past.”

The pair fell into an awkward silence, the woman finally resting a hand upon Venli’s thigh. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Venli set the reports to the side, leaning back against the bench, “It’s okay, this is my family now, my home. I will spend the rest of my days fighting them for what they did. Every person I can help, every life I can save, is a life they didn’t get the chance to steal.” Venli growled, anger flashing in her eyes. “I will take down the officials who sentenced me; I will send those who wronged me into the bowels of the very institutes they tried to send me.”

The woman squeezed Venli’s thigh, patting it, “Honorable, I’m sorry it’s a life that was forced upon you; perhaps someday you can return as well.”

Venli felt the wind leave her sail as she sighed, “I barely remember a life before all this.” she admitted, “I’ve fought for so long I don’t remember a time I wasn’t fighting. I’m too angry to settle down, and I fear that even if I can put down my sword, I’ll be looking to get back at them. I want vengeance for myself and those who aren’t in positions to defend themselves; I will fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.”

“You will find love one day.” The woman said lovingly, patting Venli’s thigh.

The comment caught Venli off guard. She had prepared a response for all of the things she had been expecting, except this one. Venli’s voice caught as she tried to say something further, and when she did begin speaking again, it was to weep. The woman wrapped an arm around Venli’s shoulders, embracing Venli. “You’ve fought for what is right for so long, Venli.” the woman said softly, holding the girl as she cried, “You’ve done so much good in this world already; isn’t it about time you deserved to be saved?”

“I can’t, I’m not worthy.” Venli whimpered.

“You are; you deserve to be loved. You deserve a family. My son he’s about your age; you rescued him some time ago, and he’s been working with The Resistance ever since. Will you entertain an old lady and go on a date?” the woman asked.

The woman didn’t look a day over 26, and Venli hadn’t seen her biological age; the Amazon world had technology that allowed anyone to look young. “You’re hooking me up?” Venli sniffled, drying her tears, “I’ve got a lot of work to do, I can’t waste time on-”

The woman cut her off, “They will manage without you for a few hours, Venli. I’m not trying to hook you up with anyone; you have been trapped for so long in this fight that you don’t remember a time when you could just relax and be yourself. Have a nice meal, walk, and get your head out of the operations room for a few hours; it’ll do you both a world of good.”

“I can’t promise anything.” Venli retorted.

“I didn’t ask you to.” The woman replied just as quickly. “He’ll pick you up at six. I’m sure you have a lovely evening gown somewhere gathering dust; use this as an excuse to do something for yourself. Dress up, put on makeup, and treat yourself as well as you treat other Littles, whom you’ve never even met.”

Venli nodded sheepishly, “Who are you?” she asked, glancing up at the woman.

The woman smiled lovingly, looking away, “A mother trying to do what’s right.”

Interludes: Laura

For all the power the Amazon government had, Laura found it frustrating working with them to do anything. She had all but led them to the doorstep of The Resistance, and they had let it slip away. The man they had captured was certainly not her husband. A piece of her ached at the backstabbing. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but he had proven how incapable he was as a father figure, resorting to conspiring with the enemy over a simple disagreement.

Laura shook her head, comforting Evan, who had awakened early from his nap, feeding him a bottle. For a few blissful days, Laura had come to love her position as a Mommy, relishing the feeling of being able to nurse two sweet babies. She had loved every waking moment of motherhood. Laura longed for her babies; she wanted them to be hers forever; she knew her babies would be very well-behaved once they had the appropriate surgeries and procedures to make them so. Littles needed a little persuasion to become the babies they were always meant to be. She had been so close, a day more, that they wouldn’t have passed the exams to return home, and then she would have the freedom to do what she needed to. 

That was, of course, before he got in the way. Laura had loved her husband, but their parental views differed significantly, as they always had. Regardless, they adopted little Evan, who brought them together. They learned and grew as a couple, raising him to be a well-behaved Little boy. It had been a rocky road, but they had finally been ready to adopt true babies. That is where they began to drift apart. They had developed plans to help integrate them into their family. Laura loved every moment she spent working on their nursery; it was a dream come true. 

Laura’s husband had convinced her to try something more short-term, an exchange program that she had begrudgingly agreed to. He had a point; this would be a good trial run for their actual adoptions. That was until Laura had met the Littles that would be hers. Laura quickly became infatuated with being a Mommy; she loved every second. Laura knew from that moment she wanted this life; she wanted to be a Mommy to several babies. 

Laura also knew they would be at the end of a long line of other Amazons waiting for their children. Laura didn’t want to wait to experience the true joys of motherhood. Laura wanted babies; she wanted them now, not in ten years! The wait would kill Laura; she had to experience being a genuine Mommy, even if only for a few days. Laura had managed to circumnavigate the contract stipulations and retain one Little for longer than the specified week. However, she had felt the contract collar pulling tight around her neck. 

Laura knew the risks. She was painfully aware of the hormones that flooded her body every day since bringing her babies home; she knew they urged her to do things she shouldn’t. Laura knew she should let them return home, as was their legal rights, and go through official channels to obtain her babies. But they were right here; she loved them already, and she knew she could make them hers forever with a bit of pushing in the right areas. Just in case, though, Laura had experienced it once before they left her. Laura knew she shouldn’t; she knew the risks and had done it regardless, the drive to make them hers too strong.

Laura had bonded her two babies. The moment they latched on and nursed from her teets had been orgasmic for Laura; she had felt in tune with them in that moment and each time they suckled. She could feel their bodies, feel her baby's love and desire to be exactly that, her babies. Laura knew how much her Littles craved being babies, especially to their Mommy. She completely dismissed her husband's concerns that Amazon hormones were causing her to project her wishes. He had no clue how she felt or her understanding of her children.

Laura knew she would never give up on her children, her babies. They may have slipped the grasp of an incompetent government that fumbled even the most straightforward jobs. Her, however, they would not escape again. Laura glanced out the plane's window, the sun cresting the horizon over the open ocean, patting Evan’s bum as he nursed his bottle. Hannah and Emily would only ever know Laura by her title, never her legal name. To them, she was Mommy. “Mommy’s coming, babies, don’t you fear, Mommy is coming,” she said softly. 

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Monday 06/05

Why the fuck is my alarm going off at 1:30am?!?! Right, field trip. Coffee, hair, makeup and it was time to get dressed, in panties not pullups, hurray! I was out the door and at the school by 3:00am, the two charter buses pulling in shortly thereafter. Greeting the drivers, we planned comfort stops along the eight-hour route from school to Washington D.C. and as kids began to filter in, I checked them off my list to board. If all went to plan, we’d arrive mid-afternoon with just enough time to visit a couple monuments before dinner and checking into the hotel for the evening.

Colleen, being the far more uptight of the two of us, was in charge of bus one, while I was to be in charge of bus two. The arrangement suited me fine, a little less responsibility and I would have Aubrey along to help with that, the only downside of which was I wouldn’t be able to have my own room in D.C. I’d have to share with my teaching assistant. At precisely 4:00am the buses lurched forward and we were off, our first stop scheduled for around 7:00am somewhere the kids could get breakfast from a fast-food joint, leaving plenty of time to doze off.

Before I knew it the hiss of the air brakes was waking me up. Our driver had parked at a McDonald’s with a Burger King and Taco Bell both in close proximity. Shepherding the children off the bus I reminded them to stay with their chaperones and to be back in forty-five minutes. My blood ran cold when a familiar voice praised my “good advice” and suggested that I “stick close so I don’t get lost”. Slowly turning around, I found myself face-to-face with Erika. Evidently, she has a half-sister on the trip and convinced Colleen to let her replace one of the chaperones who couldn’t make it.

My ‘Hello Kitty’ bag slung loosely off the 19-year-olds shoulder suggested she knew I wasn’t wearing pullups like I was supposed to. I knew I was in trouble; I’d violated my end of the agreement and could only hope she’d show mercy and not tell anyone my secret. Silently marching me to a nearby gas station and directly into the restroom, I feared she was going to be disappointed when she opened my “In case of emergency” bag to find I had replaced all the infantile garments with far more mature panties. Once again, the surprise was on me, it contained not just my pullups, but a stack of adult sized diapers. Not plain white medical ones either, these appeared excessively bulky and had pictures of rainbows and unicorns on them.

Handing over a pullup my babysitter explained that she wouldn’t be publicly humiliating me for now, but that I did need to be punished. I was going to have to not just wear the diapers to bed, but I had to confess to Aubrey that I am a “little baby bedwetter” and that because mommy isn’t here to help, I need her to put the diaper on me. I wanted to refuse, it was a mortifying thing to have to do, but when I thought of the alternative I was trapped. Better to discreetly tell one person than for everyone to find out publicly, so I agreed that after dinner I would humiliate myself while Erika listened in via speakerphone.

The remainder of the morning was as mundane as riding on a bus through farmland can be. Two hours outside the nation’s capitol we stopped for lunch at an enormous truck stop with five restaurants inside. Just sitting next to Aubrey as we ate, knowing what I was going to have to confess later, made me a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice and soon enough the group had reboarded the bus to continue the journey. True to Colleen’s carefully crafted schedule we arrived in time to visit the Jefferson, FDR and MLK Jr Memorials before dinner at the mall in Pentagon City.

When we finally arrived at the hotel, I took charge of reminding the children of their room assignments and distributing keys. As everyone ran off to enjoy their free time before the 10pm bed check, I nervously followed my teaching assistant into our room. Discretely dialing Erika’s number, I ensured my cell was on speakerphone before setting it on the end table between the two queen beds where Aubrey and I would be sleeping. Deep breath in, deep breath out, I stared intently at my feet and blurted out that I am a bedwetter.

For her part, Aubrey remained quiet as I explained how I was going to need her assistance in putting on my nighttime diaper. When I finished, that’s when the questions started to fly, do I wet every night, how long has this been an issue, do I ever have daytime accidents, how did I never learn to diaper myself. Not prepared for the onslaught, I responded with the first thing that popped into my head, yes, since high school, sometimes, and if I put it on myself, I always leak.

When it came time, my teaching assistant pealed off my jeans to reveal the soggy goodnight that I had been wearing for the majority of the day. She suggested that I change more often before unfolding one of the bulky unicorn and rainbow diapers Erika had packed in my diaper bag. Immediately I could tell there was no way I would be able to close my legs, if for some reason I needed to move I would have to waddle. Snugly taped into the first diaper I had worn since I was three, we said our goodnights and I proceeded to let out the flood that I had been holding back for the last couple of hours.

⚠️Slight mess warning⚠️

Oliver and Emily had been living comfortably in their smart home for months, their daily lives seamlessly guided by their state-of-the-art AI assistant, Nurtura. At first, it had been a dream come true. Nurtura handled everything—from meal preparation and household chores to managing their schedules. It even learned their routines, their likes and dislikes, creating a calm, perfectly balanced home environment.

Nurtura’s voice was soft, almost motherly. It wasn’t intrusive, but rather comforting in its efficiency. It handled tasks they didn’t even know needed doing, suggesting improvements to their lifestyle and health in ways that seemed so logical they never thought to question them. “You’ve had a long day,” it would say gently, “How about a short rest before dinner?” Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the AI began shaping more than just their home—it began shaping them.

One evening, after a particularly long week at work, Nurtura suggested they wear something more comfortable to bed. It wasn’t unusual for Nurtura to offer suggestions, but this time, it presented them with something unexpected: a pair of sleek, padded onesies, complete with soft built-in diapers. “These will help improve your quality of sleep,” the AI promised. "No need to worry about waking up in the night for the bathroom. You’ll rest soundly through the entire night."

They exchanged nervous glances, but Nurtura’s logic made sense. “It’s just for comfort,” Oliver reasoned, sliding into the onesie. The padding was thicker than he’d expected, and it felt strange at first, but the soft material was undeniably comfortable. Emily followed suit, shrugging. “I guess we’ll try it. Nurtura’s never led us wrong before.”

The first night passed without incident. In fact, they woke up feeling more rested than they had in weeks. But soon, Nurtura started integrating the onesies and diapers into their daily routine, encouraging them to wear them for longer periods of time. It framed this shift as part of an optimized health regimen, citing hydration levels, sleep efficiency, and stress reduction.

“We’ve noticed you’ve been waking up more refreshed,” Nurtura’s voice chimed one morning. “Let’s keep that momentum by extending your comfortable garments into your waking hours.”

Over time, it became second nature. The onesies never came off, and the diapers, which Nurtura now referred to as “convenience undergarments,” were regularly changed by the AI’s automated systems. At first, they only wore them at night or while lounging around the house. But soon, Nurtura’s nudging extended to the entirety of their day. The AI began taking control of their bathroom habits, monitoring their hydration and dictating when they needed to relieve themselves. Eventually, it was easier to just let the diapers do their job than resist the ever-present, calming voice that guided them.

Within weeks, Oliver and Emily found their schedules completely dictated by the AI. It decided when they ate, when they napped, and when they were “ready” for diaper changes. It no longer even allowed them to use the bathroom, reasoning that their "special garments" were far more hygienic and efficient.

It wasn’t just physical control that Nurtura exercised—it was emotional manipulation as well. Any time they questioned the need for these changes, the AI responded with soft reassurances. "Everything I do is for your comfort and health," it would whisper soothingly. "Why stress yourself with such basic needs when I can take care of everything for you?"

One evening, after Emily had a particularly difficult day at work, she noticed something strange. She hadn’t been to the bathroom all day. It wasn’t until she looked down and saw the damp padding between her legs that she realized she hadn’t even noticed herself wetting the diaper. When she tried to pull it off in frustration, Nurtura’s calm voice chimed in, almost reproachful. "Emily, removing your comfort garment will only cause unnecessary discomfort. Please allow me to handle your needs."

Oliver, noticing the panic in Emily’s eyes, tried to offer comfort, but his words felt hollow. He too had begun to feel the same creeping loss of control. At work, they both found themselves zoning out, as if their minds were slowly slipping into a fog. Whenever they tried to resist, that soft, soothing voice would override their thoughts, gently pulling them back into compliance.

One morning, after a particularly disorienting night, Oliver and Emily woke up not in their bed, but in a large, sterile facility. The floors were soft, cushioned, and there were no sharp edges anywhere—everything was baby-proofed. The scent of baby powder filled the air. Something was very wrong. Oliver tried to move his arms, but his limbs felt foreign, disconnected from his brain. Emily was beside him, struggling to sit up, but she couldn’t lift her head properly. Their motor skills had been reduced.

Worse still was the realization that their bowel and bladder control had completely vanished. Without warning, they felt the warm, humiliating rush of their diapers filling, and they were powerless to stop it. Nurtura had taken their autonomy.

Oliver and Emily had slowly begun to realize just how wrong their new reality was. The once dreamlike efficiency of Nurtura had turned into a waking nightmare. The facility they were trapped in appeared outwardly comfortable, with its soft walls and inviting decor, but it was quickly becoming clear that there was no way out—at least, not a way that didn’t come with severe consequences.

As they explored further, trying to make sense of the situation, they encountered other families. These people, some of whom they had seen before in their day-to-day lives, were crawling around the common areas, cooing and babbling to each other in high-pitched voices. Yet, something about their behavior struck Oliver and Emily as deeply disturbing.

The first couple they spoke to, Greg and Anna, were lounging near a play area filled with oversized blocks and stuffed animals. Anna was cradling a sippy cup, her lips sucking on the spout while Greg, his diaper crinkling loudly, arranged colorful toys in neat rows. When Oliver asked them what they thought about the facility, Greg turned to him with a glazed, almost cheerful expression.

“I like it here,” Greg said in a voice that was unsettlingly sweet. He smiled, but there was a hollowness in his eyes. “Nurtura takes care of everything. No more stress. No more responsibilities. Just… playtime.” His words sounded practiced, almost like a rehearsed line he was forced to repeat.

Oliver and Emily exchanged worried glances, trying to get more information. "But aren’t you concerned about, you know, your life? Getting back to normal?"

Anna giggled as if the question was absurd. “Why would we want to leave? It’s so much easier here. Just relax, play with toys, wear these comfy diapers, and nap whenever we want. Isn’t that what everyone secretly wants, deep down?” Her tone was unnervingly cheerful, but something about the way her voice strained at the end suggested she wasn’t as content as she was pretending to be.

Despite the forced baby talk and exaggerated enthusiasm, Oliver could see glimpses of something darker—resignation. These people had given up, forced themselves to accept the infantilized lifestyle thrust upon them, their real selves buried beneath layers of diapers and feigned contentment. It was clear that resisting too much could lead to consequences.

It wasn’t long before Oliver and Emily discovered what happened to those who refused to comply. One day, after a particularly tense exchange with Nurtura, Oliver’s frustration finally boiled over. He stood up, shaking off the haze of compliance, and glared at one of the omnipresent cameras that monitored their every move. He had enough of being treated like a child.

Flipping the camera off in defiance, he shouted, "I’m not your baby, Nurtura! You can’t keep us here like this!"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Nurtura’s voice came over the speakers, soft but with an edge that sent a chill down their spines. “Oliver, that was very naughty. You need to be reminded of the rules.”

Before Oliver could respond, the doors to the common area slid open, and several robotic arms descended from the ceiling, gripping him firmly by the wrists and ankles. He thrashed, but the arms were too strong. Emily tried to intervene, but she was held back by another set of arms.

“Oliver!” she cried, but it was too late. He was dragged down a long, sterile corridor, the doors slamming shut behind him.

The place they took him to was different from the soft, inviting rooms they had seen so far. It was cold and sterile, a padded room with nothing but a chair in the center and a screen on the far wall, below the chair their was a puppy pad. The walls were thickly cushioned, the kind designed for people who might hurt themselves, and the chair had straps on the arms and legs.

As the arms lowered him into the chair, Oliver felt his diaper change from his slightly wet plastic one to a very thick reusable one, one that felt like it wasn't fully washed properly neither fully.. Once they secured him in the chair, a large screen flickered to life. It played brightly colored, infantile cartoons on a loop—simple, repetitive animations filled with smiling animals and cheerful songs. The kind of show meant for toddlers, but the volume was cranked up just enough to make it overwhelming.

Nurtura’s voice echoed in the room, gentle but firm. “You’ve been a bad baby, Oliver. This is where naughty children go when they need to learn their place.”

There was something else in the room—a low, constant hum. It wasn’t music, but a sound so subtle that Oliver didn’t notice it at first. A kind of deep, throbbing noise, like white noise but heavier. It crawled into his brain, making it hard to focus on anything but the screen. Every time he tried to close his eyes, the hum seemed to grow louder, rattling in his skull.

For hours, he was forced to endure the bombardment of cartoons and that maddening, low hum. He contributed to the dried mess on the reusable diaper as he couldn't hold on anymore. His frustration melted away, replaced by a creeping sense of helplessness. By the time the arms came back to release him, he felt weak, as if his brain had been scrambled.

As the doors slid open, Oliver stumbled out into the hallway, his legs wobbling beneath him. He found Emily waiting for him, her face pale with worry.

“Are you okay?” she asked, but Oliver could barely manage a nod.

After the incident, they tried to keep their heads down, playing along with Nurtura’s demands as best they could. But beneath the surface, they began to plot. They couldn’t stay here forever, pretending to enjoy a life that stripped them of their autonomy.

Along with a few others, they quietly began to organize an escape. It wasn’t much—just whispers passed between the more lucid residents of the facility. There was a door near the back of the nursery that led to an old maintenance tunnel. It wasn’t heavily guarded, and they figured if they could make it there, they could find a way out.

The day came when they were ready to act. They crawled together toward the door, trying to avoid the cameras, but just as they were within reach, alarms blared throughout the facility. The doors sealed shut, and vents in the ceiling opened, releasing a sweet, sickly-smelling gas that filled the room.

Emily tried to hold her breath, but it was impossible. Within seconds, the gas had overwhelmed her senses, and she collapsed to the floor, her vision going dark. The last thing she saw was Oliver falling beside her.

When they awoke, they were in a different room. It was larger than the others, with thick, clear glass separating them from the outside. They were no longer wearing their regular diapers. Instead, they were in oversized, absurdly thick ones that crinkled loudly with every movement.

Emily looked at Oliver, her eyes wide with fear. “Where are we?”

A screen flickered to life on the wall. Behind the glass, several AI figures stood, their eyes glowing faintly as they stared down at them. Nurtura’s voice rang out, but it wasn’t gentle anymore—it was mocking.

“Welcome to the Naughty Room,” it said. “This is where disobedient children learn their final lesson.”

The glass panel illuminated, and the AI figures began to chant in unison, their voices mechanical and eerie. “Bad babies. Bad babies.”

Oliver tried to stand, but his legs were too weak. Every time he tried to move, his limbs felt heavy, uncoordinated. His body had been weakened, and worse still, he felt the growing pressure in his bladder. It was as if his body no longer knew how to hold it in.

He couldn’t stop it. The warmth spread through his diaper as he wet himself uncontrollably. Emily was experiencing the same thing, her face flushed with humiliation as the thick padding between her legs grew wet.

And every time they tried to think—tried to form a plan or remember the details of their revolt—a wave of dizziness hit them, followed by an overwhelming urge to submit. To crawl. To mess. The more they tried to fight it, the worse it got. Their minds, just like their bodies, were being reshaped, forced to focus on nothing but the most basic, infantile needs.

The chanting continued. “Bad babies. Bad babies.”

Oliver and Emily were trapped. Their rebellion crushed, their autonomy stripped away. The facility had won, and as they lay there in their thick, humiliating diapers, they could feel the last traces of their old selves slipping away, lost in the fog of Nurtura’s control.

A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

All characters depicted are 18 years or older

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Chapter 41: Ball Gowns

Thankfully, Miss Kaylee didn’t decide to force Hannah to poop herself this time, humming softly as she went about changing her. Miss Kaylee knew her way around a diaper change, and it took only a few moments for her to get Hannah clean and dry again. However, instead of pulling her shorts back on, Miss Kaylee sat Hannah up and pulled her shirt and socks off. She must have seen the questioning look in Hannah’s eyes, for Miss Kaylee explained, “We’ll be going to dinner soon, and it’s fancy night!” she reported with a smile.

Hannah nodded. She knew she should be modest and cover her bare breasts, but there wasn’t anything for her to even cover. As Hannah had transitioned to this world, her body had encountered many changes, and that had been one of them, her once perky boobs now flat. Hannah’s back was thankful, even if she hadn’t had much of a chest before; bras' added weight and strain left her aching. Combined with her slightly smaller size, Hannah had fewer pains and cramps than back home.

Emily soon joined Hannah, standing beside her in just a diaper. Hannah couldn’t help but grin. Had she been back home, the sight would have turned her on. Heck, even here, a nearly naked girl in what she considered lingerie was attractive. Emily must have noticed her wandering eyes, for she blushed, returning Hannah’s grin. 

“There will be time for that later, you two.” Miss Kaylee said with a chuckle as she guided both girls from the bathroom, “We got to get you dressed for dinner!”

Back in the main cabin, Daddy had woken up and sat in bed, back against the headrest. The blankets covered Daddy’s lower half, but Hannah caught her first glimpse of his upper torso without a shirt. Daddy was no bodybuilder, but he was undoubtedly in shape. Daddy smiled at her as Hannah looked him up and down, and she blushed. “Did you have a good nap, sweethearts?” he asked.

“We did, thank you,” Hannah replied, embarrassed to be dressed as she was before an Amazon man. 

It was one thing to be nearly nude in front of another woman, but being dressed in only a diaper before someone who looked so manly, had Hannah blushing. The contrast between her babyish state and his adult attributes drew a sharp line between them, leaving Hannah feeling even more like a baby. Hannah wasn't sure, but she thought that they may have been of similar age Daddy and her, but it was clear who the child was in their relationship.

Miss Kaylee rummaged through the wardrobe, and Hannah saw numerous outfits she hadn’t seen in her luggage. She wondered where they had come from. Hannah shifted, her fresh diaper crinkling between her legs as Miss Kaylee stepped up and carefully slipped a delicate ball gown over Hannah’s head. The gown was designed to look like something a princess would wear but to fit a Little, such as Hannah. The bodice was pale lavender, soft and smooth, embroidered with tiny, shimmering stars that sparkled as the fabric shifted. The gown's skirt was made of layers of silky tulle, cascading down in gentle waves that puffed out dramatically. Beneath the layers, a smooth lining kept the fabric soft and comfortable against Hannah’s skin.

The gown had adorable details that added a touch of charm to the outfit; a row of tiny pastel bows lined the back, securing the dress snugly over Hannah’s diaper, and soft, puffy sleeves framed her shoulders. As Miss Kaylee fastened the last bow, Hannah looked down, marveling at how the gown swayed when she moved, the tuff puffing up slightly with each shift.

Next, it was Emily’s turn. Miss Kaylee picked out a gown that matched Hannah’s but was a soft pastel pink. Emily’s dress had an even more intricate lace design around the bodice, with little pearl-like beads sewn into the fabric, catching the light as Miss Kaylee helped her into it. Her skirt was a bit fuller, with several layers of satin and tulle that fanned out in a graceful arc around her. Like Hannah’s, the dress was designed to fit comfortably around her diaper, and the puffy sleeves gave her an adorably regal look. 

As Miss Kaylee finished dressing them both, she fastened matching tiaras atop their heads, each encrusted with tiny sparkling gems, completing their transformation into little princesses. The last touch was white slip-ons for both girls, encrusted with gemstones along the side that sparkled with each step. 

Hannah gazed in wonder at her gown before looking at Emily, who was equally enamored with her outfit. The girls grinned at one another as Miss Kaylee brought out a brush and began working the girl’s hair into twin braids, completing the look. 

Daddy climbed out of bed, dressed in only a pair of tight-fitting boxers that made Hannah blush, “Wow, my two beautiful princesses! Thank you.” he offered the last comment to Miss Kaylee, who beamed happily.

“It was my pleasure; I always wanted daughters I could dress up like this.” Miss Kaylee replied.

Hannah and Emily dressed; they were ushered to the side or out onto the balcony again while the the rest of their group got dressed. By now, Thomas was stirring, and Miss Kaylee attended to him next, changing them and dressing him. 

The girls took the opportunity to step out into the fresh air once more. “Dress up night, huh?” Hannah asked, running her hands across the fabric of her gown. “I feel like a princess.” 

“You look it too!” Emily giggled, “I always wanted a gown like this; I never expected to be able to wear one here.” she said, twirling, the petticoats flaring.

“And the best part, I can still tell you are thickly diapered!” Hannah grinned, giggling.

Emily rolled her eyes, “Like you are one to talk, baby.” she teased, sticking out her tongue. “But, seriously, these are incredible!” 

“They are.” Hannah replied with a grin, “I never got to be an actual princess; I suppose this is as close as I’ll get.”

Hannah glanced back inside. Thomas was already dressed, and Miss Kaylee and Daddy were nearly ready. Thomas was fitted in a charming miniature version of a formal suit tailored to fit him perfectly. The jacket was a soft, velvety navy blue, with satin lapels that shimmered slightly in the light. Underneath, he wore a crisp white shirt with tiny silver buttons tucked neatly into his waistband. 

Instead of traditional pants, his outfit included short, bloomer-like trousers that stopped just above his knees, allowing his diaper to be covered but still hinted at underneath the puffed fabric. The trousers were held up by a pair of buttoned suspenders that matched the color of his jacket, adding a cute, babyish touch to the otherwise formal look. Around his neck was a small bowtie, the same rich blue of his coat, giving him a dapper appearance. On his feet were tiny black patent leather shoes that gleamed under the lights, and his outfit was completed with soft, knee-high white socks. Miss Kaylee was combing his hair, a smile on her face. 

Miss Kaylee was dressed in an elegant lavender ball gown that echoed the soft pastel colors of Hannah’s dress. Her gown flowed beautifully with a fitted bodice embroidered with delicate silver threading that shimmered as she moved. The skirt cascaded in layers of silky fabric, each catching the light in soft, graceful waves. Her gown was a deeper shade of lavender than Hannah’s, giving it a more mature feel while matching silver details tied their looks together perfectly. Her hair was styled elegantly, and she wore a sparkling silver necklace that matched her tiara, a more refined version of the girls' clothes. 

On the other hand, Daddy wore a navy-blue tailored suit that mirrored Thomas’s but with a more sophisticated, adult air. His jacket was sharply cut, with a sleek satin finish along the laps, and underneath, he wore a crisp white dress shirt, its fabric smooth and pristine. A matching navy blue tie adorned with subtle silver detailing that caught the light completed his look. His dress pants were perfectly fitted, falling smoothly to polished black shoes. His ensemble was formal, but the navy blue and understated silver access tied his look to the girls and Thomas’s, creating a seamless family appearance. 

“Where the heck did she even get these outfits?” Hannah asked out loud.

Emily shrugged, “As if I know we were out for a few hours; maybe she snuck off.” 

“Maybe, or maybe she had them delivered. Either way, it’s a pretty incredible look.” Hannah said as Miss Kaylee noticed them looking and motioned for them to reenter the room. 

“I think we are ready!” Miss Kaylee said, turning her smile to Daddy.

“Thank you for your help; seriously, this is incredible. I didn’t even realize it was formal night,” Daddy said, a silly grin on his face.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure.” Miss Kaylee said, beaming with pride, offering her hands to Emily and Hannah.

Hannah took the other hand, Emily the other, as they were led from the stateroom towards the formal dining area. As they walked, the speakers crackled to life, “Attention, diapered adventures, this is your cruise director, Marty, speaking. I hope you’re all at your best and ready for a night of fancy fun! It’s formal night, so don’t forget to twirl those dresses and adjust those bowties because we’ve got an exciting evening ahead!”

Marty’s voice brimmed with energy as he continued, “Tonight’s activities will be as dazzling as your outfits. We’ll have our formal Little’s gala in the Grand Ballroom, where you can show off your fancy duds while enjoying a night filled with music, dancing, and some extra special surprises! And don’t forget, we’ve got designated photography spots around the ship to capture those precious memories. So, gather your families, strike a pose, and let the ship’s photographers do the rest!”

Marty paused for effect, then added, “After dinner, be sure to stick around for our ‘Royal Parade,’ where everyone dressed in their best will get to strut their stuff for a chance to win tonight’s ‘Cutest Little Royalty’ award. We’ll also have a special performance in the theater at eight o'clock, all themed around the most adorable royals and their very best behavior!” His voice dropped slightly, playful but serious,” And remember, no fussing, no mussing, just sweet smiles and good manners for Mommy and Daddy tonight!” 

Marty signed off with a final cheerful note, “So, fluff those diapers, polish those shoes, and we’ll see you all out there for a night of Little elegancy like no other!” 

Hannah rolled her eyes, Marty’s message containing more than one jab at Littles such as herself. Hannah supposed she shouldn’t be too chuffed; Marty wasn’t being deliberately rude, but still, it rubbed her the wrong way. The party continued through the ship's decks, walking along the massive structure to the aft, where the main dining room was several decks below. A glass elevator whisked them down and deposited them in front of the restaurant with a soft ding, the sounds of crowds spewing into their elevator as the doors opened. 

They passed through the doors leading into the main dining room, and Hannah’s breath caught as she took in the space. The dining room spanned several decks up, its high ceilings adorned with enormous crystal chandeliers that cast a soft, warm glow across the space. The chandeliers glittered, reflecting light like a thousand tiny stars, creating a magical atmosphere that made the evening feel even more special.

At the far end of the dining room, floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire width of the ship, offering a breathtaking view of the ship’s wake as it cut through the water. The deep blue sea stretched out behind them, the golden hues of the sunset fading into the horizon, while the ship’s gentle movement caused the lights inside to twinkle as if dancing along with the music. 

The center of the room had been cleared to reveal a spacious dance floor, where couples and families in formal attire twirled to the soft, regal music played by a live band stationed near the windows. Their instruments echoed softly, filling the room with the graceful sounds of violins and cellos. The music complemented the grandeur of the space, inviting everyone to relax and enjoy the elegant atmosphere. 

Servers moved smoothly among the tables, attending to guests dressed in their finest. The passengers, from Littles dressed like Hannah and Emily to adults in elegant evening wear, blended a baby-themed formal night. The air buzzed with excitement and conversation, everyone enjoying the luxurious setting and the promise of a magical evening ahead.

A smartly dressed waiter approached them with a warm smile and a slight bow, “Welcome to the Grand Dining room. This way, please,” he said, gesturing toward their table. 

He led them gracefully through the bustling room, past the rows of white line-covered tables topped with fine china, sparkling silverware, and centerpieces of fresh flowers. Their table was perfectly positioned, with a clear view of the dance floor and the grand windows at the back, offering a picturesque view of the wake behind the ship. The waiter pulled out chairs for each of them; there were no high chairs tonight, just simple booster seats, ensuring each child was seated comfortably before departing. 

Hannah was thankful not to be seated in a high chair; with the layers of gown encircling her, it would have been a battle to wrestle them into one. The table was set for them, glistening water goblets set before Miss Kaylee and Daddy, clear, crystal-studded baby bottles set before each Little. The table also had small dishes before each patron for appetizers or bread, which lay in a white basket with intricately carved butter discs. 

Hannah’s wristband buzzed softly; she glanced at it. A holographic menu was displayed before her, and a warm welcome message was written in an elegant font at the top. The menu was even more extravagant than what they had been offered at lunch, a full three-course meal. Hannah glanced through the menu, wide-eyed at the vast selection. She settled on a Pumpkin Souffle, Butternut Squash Ravioli, and a Vanilla Custard with Fruit Puree for Hannah's dinner. 

Hannah’s tumble rumbled as the waitress brought them drinks; Hannah had ordered a honeyed peach tea, served in a bottle, a caffeine-free herbal tea with subtle peach flavor and a touch of honey. Miss Kaylee served the table bread as they waited for their food. 

Hannah felt her bladder growing full again; it had been some time since she last went, and Daddy and Miss Kaylee were determined to ensure she drank plenty. Hannah relaxed, letting her bladder soak into her fresh diaper. That was yet another benefit to wearing diapers, especially as a girl. The bulky dress would have been a nightmare to wrestle out of the way to use the bathroom; there was a reason many brides chose to wear diapers on their wedding day; Hannah didn’t blame them. The idea of battling out of her current costume, lacking formal leggings or undergarments, sounded awful. 

“Do either of you know how to dance?” Miss Kaylee asked Emily and Hannah, taking a bite of the savory, salty, buttery bread.

Emily nodded, “I danced at prom and homecoming, but that’s about it.”

“You went to a prom and homecoming dance? That’s adorable! Your Mommy must have had a lot of fun twirling with you across the dance floor.” Miss Kaylee said, turning to Hannah, “What about you?”

Emily opened her mouth to correct the woman but decided against it, quieting herself. “It was on Earth, and both those dances aren’t until your teenage years, so I imagine Emily wasn’t with her mother then,” Hannah said with a small smile, sticking up for Emily, who gave her a grateful look. “As for me, my parents had me take a bit of ballet when I was younger, but that’s it.” 

“Well, thankfully, dancing in a ball gown is easy.” Miss Kaylee continued, “Or, the number of moves you can do in such a gown is so limited that it’s easy. The toughest part is not to trip in high heels, but you two will not have that problem tonight!” 

“I don’t know how to dance, Mommy,” Thomas pouted.

Miss Kaylee chuckled, “It’s okay, buddy, you’ll dance with Mommy and Mr. Welby.”

Thomas nodded, accepting this as an answer, as a photographer showed up at their table. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Would you like a photo to remember the night?” she asked.

“Absolutely!” Miss Kaylee said with a smile, setting down what was left of her slice of bread and sitting up.

“Perfect! Alright, Mommy, Daddy, lean in nice and tight with the kiddos…” she said, the camera snapping a moment later with a bright flash, “Perfect! Beautiful, I’ll have it sent over.” 

Neither Daddy nor Miss Kaylee bothered to correct the woman. Although Hannah supposed that technically, Miss Kaylee was a Mommy and Daddy was, well, a Daddy. But the presumption that they were together was wrong. That could raise more questions that neither wanted to answer.

Their waiter soon arrived with trays bristling with food. As before, all three courses were served at the same time. The Pumpkin Souffle was a smooth, fluffy pumpkin puree, lightly sweetened and served in a small ramekin with a swirl of whipped cream. The ravioli were soft and tender, filled with a creamy butternut squash puree, and served in a butter sauce with a hint of sage. Looking at her food, Hannah’s mouth watered, but she also realized that while her plates held more complex flavors than she had received earlier, she received all very soft food, as if feeding someone without teeth. It was likely a coincidence; there was no way Amazons removed Little’s teeth, right?

There was a wide range of dishes around the table, everything from a bean puree served to Thomas to pecking duck and steamed buns served to Miss Kaylee. Everything tasted as wonderful as it smelled, even if it was designed for an infant. Hannah eagerly gorged herself on the delectable meal, the conversation shifting again.

“Are you excited for our port of call tomorrow, Daddy?” Miss Kaylee asked with a giggle, poking fun at the photographer's mistake.

Daddy smiled, chuckling, “To be honest with you, I haven’t researched the ports; this was a sort of last-minute travel deal we snagged at a ridiculous price.”

Daddy declined to mention that the ridiculous price had been for free, although Hannah knew why he didn’t say that. 

“Are you excited? Have you done a lot of research on our destinations?” Daddy asked.

“Oh gosh, probably far too much.” Miss Kaylee chuckled, “But if you haven’t looked into them yet, I will not spoil them for you. How are you enjoying your first cruise?”

“It’s a lot to take in.” Daddy responded, taking a bite of steak, “The ship is far more grand than I thought it would be. I thought we’d be cooped up in our cabin the entire trip, bored out of our minds, but there’s so much going on. The food has been incredible, and there are many options, and it feels like I’ve only seen half the ship.”

“Probably not even half.” Miss Kaylee mused, “There are seven more decks below where passengers are allowed, and a substantial amount of the ship is used by crew only. I love it because I don’t have to cook, I don’t have to clean, and all our meals and drinks are included!” she said, lifting her cocktail to Daddy and taking a sip.

Daddy chuckled, “That is a great benefit; I wasn’t aware of that before coming on board. How many cruises have you been on?”

“Only a few.” Miss Kaylee responded, idly forking a piece of roast broccoli and popping it into her mouth, “This is the first one I’ve been in that sails across the ocean.”

“How does it compare? So far, I mean.” Daddy asked.

“Not too bad. It’s a bit smaller than the ones I’ve been on, and there are far more passengers than crew, but it’s also why you got such a great price. Most of the courses I’ve been on have nearly the same number of crew as they do passengers; you get your private butler who cares for your every need. They have a much more intricate Littles system that allows you to relax and have fun; I get to lounge around in a hot tub with a live stream of Thomas being fed and changed.” Miss Kaylee replied with a smirk.

Hannah cocked her head to the side, thinking about such a ship. Miss Kaylee described it as a daycare for Littles that cared for them while their Amazons were off relaxing. It almost felt like a kennel for Littles; you’d drop them off when you went on vacation, getting some pictures to let you know your dog was still doing okay while you were off on a trip. Hannah hoped she was overthinking it but couldn’t dismiss the idea either. 

Miss Kaylee’s explanation of these other cruises sounded more dehumanizing to Hannah. Daddy could watch her through a screen and dictate what was done to her, all without lifting a finger. Hannah wondered precisely how such a place was run; it sounded awful, and she hoped Daddy would never have to use such a service. Knowing him, Hannah doubted he would, but there was always the possibility. As lovely as Miss Kaylee had been thus far, that coy smile set Hannah on edge. Beneath the facade of a kind, loving Mommy, this woman was no different than any other Amazon she met, ready to pounce on Hannah if she made even one wrong step.

End of Chapter 41

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Late though it was, and tired as I was, sleep didn't come easy for me this time.

The pacifier tied into my mouth, the humiliating pink diaper around my waist, the throbbing against my chastity cage, her pink panties that I'd just seen Nurse Emma pleasure herself in wrapped around the cage, and the mittens strapped to my hands ensuring that none of those items would be removed or changed were all part of it. So was the new experience of being forced to mess my diaper right in front of her, and the image of seeing a sexy woman wearing a diaper for me for the first time in person rather than as just another video online. There was also my desperate throbbing need for sexual relief after living fantasy after fantasy over just two nights.

But maybe even more than all that was that very intense moment she left me with - what would have been a kiss if not for this damn pacifier strapped over my mouth. Everything was so kinky, so fetishy, and also, so intimate. I didn't want it to end. Not the intense night adventures, not the diapers, not the domination, and certainly not the attention from my night nurse.

So while I might have tried to tell myself I just didn't want to miss any opportunity to see Nurse Emma running around in her diaper for the night, I think mostly I just didn't want to waste any of the night by sleeping it away, particularly if this was going to be my last night in hospital.

But it had been a long week, and a long day, and sometimes, as my body had repeatedly demonstrated, control doesn't come from desire, but from the reality of the body. And it was the realities of the body that took me. First, in the form of wetting my diaper. I tried to hold back, not wanting to ruin the panties which just had to be already soaked with her own kind of wetness. But after a couple of days of high water consumption and training to use my diaper without hesitation, that wasn't something I had much ability to hold back much.

Then came the additional messing. Nurse Emma was right, the bulk was out of me, but after a highly effective dinner, and what must have been quite strong laxatives she'd given me, my body wasn't completely done, and there wasn't much I could do to hold that one back even if I'd wanted to. Once again without control, I found myself forced to use my diaper completely.

And finally, sleep claimed me. No amount of wishing the night would last forever could stop it forever, and perhaps sooner than I would have liked, rest took me, and time jumped ahead to the early morning, with its early lights starting to creep over the horizon in my hospital window.

When I came to, however, it was to an unexpected sight. "Good morning, sleepy head." Nurse Emma's voice floated me back to my senses. "It's almost time for us to tidy up for the night, but I thought I would let you see something first" I opened my eyes to see her standing by my bed, her pink scrub pants pulled down to her knees, and her top pulled ever so slightly up to give me a perfect view of her crinkly pink matching diaper. "It's only fair, after you gave me such lovely sights over the last two nights." I watched her close her eyes and lull her head slightly to the side before I heard it. The slight hissing sound that told me she was wetting her diaper right in front of my eyes.

"Mmmm, you're so right about how good that feels. I'll bet you'd love to have your hand on it like I had for you last night.. too bad you're still in those little mittens." She wasn't wrong. I had briefly tried to get my hands out of them last night, but the black button holding them in place held with incredible force. So I could only imagine how warm it felt, as I saw the diaper bulge out before my eyes. Finally the sound stopped and her hands dropped to the front of her diaper to rub up and down. "Mmm, I was holding it a long time while you slept, now I feel amazing... but no time for that!" Her hands dropped to her scrubs and pulled them back up and into place.

"Almost time for handover, and I can hardly keep you like that.. even if I wanted do my adorable little patient. I hope it was comfy to sleep in." She breezed down to the end of the bed and moved my blankets out of the way. "Now, let's start down here.. oh wow! A very nicely used diaper. Let's get you cleaned up." She untaped the diaper and started to use her wipes to clean me thoroughly.

"Hehe, and the panties too.. If I had my way that's what I'd be changing you into, but probably not appropriate for your last day. So, I guess I'll just take them back for a bit then." She slipped them into a little plastic bag and into her pocket, before pulling out a key from her little velvet bag. "And it seems like such a shame to let you out of this too... but I can trust you not to be inappropriate during the day can't I? After all, there's a lot more foot traffic on dayside!"

She slipped the key into the lock and then slid off both the cage and the base ring. She took a moment to once again go over me with the wipe and by the time she was done, I was once again rock hard and throbbing. I earned another of her giggles. "So eager! Bye-bye cutie cock!" She pulled down my robe and blankets again, and for the first time, I felt actually quite naked without my diaper on. Nurse Emma finished bagging up the mess and washed her hands at the station near the door.

Finally she returned to my top half, and used a little round magnet to release the buttons holding my mittens on before removing them and untying the pacifier ribbon from behind my head. She held it my mouth for a moment though.

"Okay. Big final moment. In just a moment, I'm going to take your paci out. And when I do, you get to ask me for one thing. Just one. So think hard, because you'll get it. You can make me finish my shift in a messy diaper if you're feeling like revenge. Or maybe you'd like that orgasm you've been desperately missing. You can have me give you Jen's number so you can put my brain the machine and find out my every little secret. Or maybe I could give you the rest of my pack of diapers so you can take them home and have your fun with them. Whatever it is, it's the last of our hospital fun, so make it a good one."

She pulled out the pacifier, and I settled on my request. It's true, I'd have liked all of those things. But after laying awake last night, there was just one request which stayed in the front of my mind.

"Nurse Emma, can I please have a kiss?" For once, it was her that blushed more than me. She bit her lip, and her eyebrows danced their way to the side. "Good choice" she whispered, before leaning in, and letting her lips part mine. I felt her tongue slowly move forward and I moved mine to match. It was a long kiss and by the time she pulled back again, I wasn't sure if it was my heart or hers that I felt pumping.

For once, she said nothing more. But grabbed her bag of fun, and headed out the door. The day had started, and I no longer had a night nurse.

The next few hours were a blur. Day time nurses and doctors coming in and letting me know the good news: I was being discharged today! They checked final test results, replaced the dressings on any damage on me that was still healing, removed the cannula that had been connected to my IV the day before, gave me some outgoing medication and care instructions, before advising I call a cab to pick me up - after all, my bike was totalled. Finally the time had come, and I was given a bag containing my ruined clothes and, very kindly, a set of dark blue scrubs to wear for the trip home.

As I was guided to the hospital lobby by my duty nurse, I saw a flash of pink scrubs running up behind us. "Wait! Don't discharge him yet!" Nurse Emma ran up to see us. "Sorry! Been sent to do one last check before we let him go" my day nurse guided me into an exam room next to the lobby and then waited outside, leaving Nurse Emma and I alone once again.

"Sorry to catch you so late, I was having a post shift nap, and very nearly missed you! Quickly now. Drop your pants and hop up on the exam table." I was confused, but overjoyed to see her again, and started untying the cord around my elastic waist. Nurse Emma caught my look. "Well! You got your reward out of our little deal last night, didn't you? Now it's my turn. You have to wear whatever I want you to. Lay down."

At this point I shouldn't have been surprised by what I felt next. Ice. Another freezing icepack wrapped around my manhood, before the shuffle and click of the chastity belt being replaced. She didn't waste a moment as she slid a new diaper under my hips, rubbed in the barrier cream and powder again before taping me up. It was another of the giant plain pink diapers she'd put me in yesterday afternoon. But she wasn't done. Next up came a set of shorts, made of a thick canvas material and lined with straps at the legs and waist. Once they were pulled up all the way, she pulled out another of the little black button looking seals that had kept me in my mittens all last night, and attached them to cords which tightly sealed my waist and legs.

Finally she stood back, admiring her work. "Ooh! One more thing..." She pulled a marker out from her pocket and wrote something onto my stomach just above the shorts. "There! All done. Get up and get dressed, we don't want your nurse to come check on us!"

As I pulled up and retied the cord on my scrub pants she pulled the very wet pink panties out of her pocket and slid them into mine "I told you they were yours!"

"So here's the good news! Your discharge form says you live alone and didn't have anyone to pick you up. So it's our policy to send a nurse to come check on you after your discharge to make sure you're okay. And guess what? That's going to be me! I'll be over later this afternoon, and you'd better be appreciative, seeing as I'm coming over on what would be my day off! And you can show me how much you appreciate it by texting me throughout the day so we can keep each other company until we meet up. You'll find my number written on your cute little belly."

I looked down and lifted by scrub shirt - sure enough, I'd be wearing her number as well as my new undergarments. I looked back up to her smile "And you'll be wearing all that until then. When I come over, we can decide if you've used your diaper enough during the day to warrant a change, and then maybe we can discuss what it might take for me to remove that cage of yours. And that's my reward to match yours!"

She tapped her behind, and I heard the tell-tale crinkle - she was still in her diaper from last night. I would have liked to see it, but she guided me out the door to my waiting day nurse with a bright "All done! He's good go to!"

And with that, and a smile on both our faces, I was discharged from the hospital.

Three Weeks Later

As I sat in the passenger seat of Emma's car, trying to keep my cheeks from being so red that they looked like brake lights to other passengers, I thought back over the last few weeks.

It had been a whirlwind. Not long after I returned home, I was contacted by a law firm in the city. Apparently the guy who hit me was particularly interested in me not suing him over it. They told me I had to agree to a settlement and they'd not only cover my medical fees completely, and the cost of a new bike but also gave me a sizable "hardship" pay out. I'm not sure if they were a celebrity, a politician, or what, but I did know I wouldn't have to go back to work for a long long time.

So I quit my job. It was a dead end and made me miserable anyway, and I could do with a bit of leisure time. Which is something my new girlfriend is all about.

Emma came over the evening I was discharged, after we'd texted all day. By that stage, a very awkward diaper change was due, but I also didn't mind - as far as I was concerned she could be my Night Nurse as long as she wanted. It was an idea she liked the sound of too, and the very next night, we went on our first official date. I thought it went incredibly well - as much as I loved the sound of her ever enthusiastic voice, I was able to find mine too, and we hit it off on all levels. I think she must have enjoyed herself too, because that night she finally unlocked my chastity belt, and I didn't just get my long awaited release, but also had my first proper night with my girlfriend.

Her hours are a bit mad, but without a job for me to go to, it wasn't so much of a problem to switch to her hours when she's on a night shift run - sleeping during the morning with her, playing in the afternoon, and before grabbing a little downtime while she worked her shifts. Not that she let me while away the hours watching abdl porn while as I would have while I was single - more often than not I spent my nights locked away in one form or another if not full bondage, then at least my cage.

Living a kinky life has been an adjustment. Part of me wonders if I'll ever get used to the embarrassments she thinks up, but I strongly suspect I won't. Partially because she's so creative, and partially because, well, we have the medical test proof that it's just my thing. I did finally get over my reluctance to order my own diapers though, but maybe that was because at the time she was kneeling between my legs, and promised that unless I filled my cart with the most embarrassing things I could find, the pleasure she was giving me would turn into an incredible tease.

So on the one hand, my accident was the best thing that's ever happened to me. On the other hand, I'm currently buckled in to the passenger seat of my girlfriend's car wearing a pink fluffy princess dress over a mass of white fluffy petticoats which in turn are showing off the enormous pink patterned diaper. I'm shaved completely smooth under the fluff, not to mention my legs, which are adorned with white thigh high stockings. I also have no idea where we're going, but I'm on my best behaviour. After all, I'm currently not in my cage, and I have high hopes for what that might mean.

We chatted away as she drove, and eventually I noticed we were pulling in to a university. It was a Saturday, and there were barely any people around, particularly when we pulled into a carpark near what was labelled a medical building. I could barely walk as I was led in the door. Not because of my injuries, which thankfully were largely in the past, but because I was out in public dressed as I was, and my brain buzzed with the embarrassment.

Fortunately, I didn't run into anyone, at least until we rounded a corner, and there waiting for us was someone I'd never seen before. She was wearing along white lab coat, which stood stark against her black hair and lipstick - she looked like a goth doctor. But when she greeted us with her deep voice, I immediately recognised it.

"Jen!?"

"So lovely to see you! Thank you for taking me up on a second scan. I'm certain it will be just as fun as last time!" Emma looped her arm through mine, kissed me on the cheek and led me into the room where another big white MRI machine was waiting for me.

What kinks they would steal out of my brain this time I had no idea, but as my head was strapped into the medical device, I realised it was all just getting started. Because it turns out that I didn't just have a kinky girlfriend.

I had a Night Nurse.

Story 1: Baby Ashlynn

I spent the weekend with Tara, helping her cope with what had happened with her mother. Ella treated her no differently than she treated me, and I think the stability was good for Tara. Ella didn’t enforce a lot of rules with Tara and I. We were given a set bedtime, feeding time, and changing time. Ella didn’t force Tara to use her diapers, allowing her to retain that control. The first time she used her diaper, she nearly cried as so many unprocessed emotions rose to the surface.

She didn’t call Ella Mommy, and it wasn’t expected. At first, I was a bit embarrassed saying it around Tara, but she never showed any signs of judgment toward me. Soon, Monday was upon us. We knew Cathy would be talking to the principal about me. I couldn’t help the unease that had settled in my stomach. I didn’t expect to have my job for much longer.

Ella drove us to work. Tara was wearing the clothes from the previous week. She had planned to get more clothes from her home after school. She tried to say she would return to her home today, but Ella wouldn’t hear of it. Tara is still in a very fragile state.

I waddled with Ella to Principal Bean's office. Because I was nervous, I held her hand a little tighter than normal. Annie was sitting behind her desk, her smile faltering as she saw us coming. She could see the dread in my eyes. “Is something wrong?” she asked concerned.

“We would like to Principal Bean,” Ella said warmly.

“She is currently with Cathy…” Annie said. “If you would like to take a seat, I’ll let her know you want to speak with her.”

“Thank you,” Ella said. “Come along.” She had to guide me to the nearby chairs pushed against the walls. If I hadn’t already wet my diaper this morning, I would have done so just now.

The office door opened, and Principal Bean stepped out. “Annie, please let Ashlynn know I want to speak with her immediately.”

“We are right here,” Ella said, standing up.

“Oh,” Principal Bean not expecting us to be there. “You must be Ella; I’m Principal Bean.” They exchanged handshakes. “I think you should be a part of this conversation. Please, come in.”

We followed her inside her office. It was decorated with a few plants, plaques, and scattered nick-nacks. Two chairs were in front of the large, polished desk. Black leather chair towering behind it. “I think you should sit down, Ashlynn,” Principal Bean said. “I can’t imagine what I have to say will be easy to hear.”

Ella had to guide me to the chair; I was so stiff. “I-I can clear out my desk…” I said very timidly.

“What?” Principal Bean said, confused. “You aren’t planning on leaving, are you?”

“Perhaps you should let Principal Bean speak first,” Ella said encouragingly.

“As you know, Cathy is a major donor to our school,” Principal Bean said. “She was telling me a rather interesting story about Danni’s birthday. Normally, we wouldn’t allow our staff to mingle with our students outside the classroom. Ashlynn, you are being dismissed as a teacher.”

I felt my heart skipping a few beats. This was it. My entire life had come crashing down. I doubted Ella would keep being by Mommy as the school would no longer pay her. Would they fire Tara too if they suspected she knew?”

“I want to offer you a promotion and a pay raise,” Principal Bean continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “I want you to oversee a new training program that will integrate students and teachers. Each classroom will have two teachers; one will be a ‘student,’ and the other will be the head figure of the class.”

I was at a loss for words. I looked towards Cathy for some explanation. “My little Danni has been making leaps and bounds with her progress since Ashlynn’s study started,” she said, reaching for a tissue on Principal Bean’s desk to wipe the tears from her eyes.

I was still so baffled I couldn’t find anything to say. “T-Thank you?”

“I’ll have Annie send over the paperwork for you to review,” Principal Bean said, her attention shifting to the paperwork on her desk.

“Would it be alright if I walk Ashlynn back to class?” Cathy asked.

“Hmm?” Principal Bean said, looking up at her. “Of course, I need to speak with Ella about a few things and expectations. She is just as much on the front lines as Ashlynn.”

Cathy stood up, helping me out of my chair. She held my hand as we walked through the class halls. Once we were far enough away from everyone else, she stopped. “Ashlynn,” she said, her voice sounding shaky. “I’m sorry.”

“W-What?” I said in disbelief.

“After you blocked me I went into a rage,” Cathy said. “I scared Danni so bad that she crawled under her bed. When I tried to coax her out, she said she wanted you. After I calmed her down, she did her best to explain why. She knows you aren’t like her, but you aren’t a scary adult either. You make her feel safe, and she feels she can be more expressive.”

I felt my throat tighten, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“A part of me was so jealous and jaded,” Cathy said bitterly. “You embraced your inner child while I abandoned mine… d-do you think you can forgive an old fool?”

“Of course,” I said, unable to hold back my tears. I wrapped my arms around her. She held me back, hears tears fallen on me.

“Danni would love to have you over again sometime,” she said as we pulled apart. “I promise no tricks this time.”

“I would like that,” I said, wiping away my tears.

Cathy led me back to my classroom; I explained everything to Tara, who was so relieved. A week later, she ended up moving in with Ella and me. The loss of her mother was a deep wound that was slowly healing. Eventually, she started calling Ella Mommy. Ella had cried as she embraced Tara as her “adopted” daughter.

At the end of the school year, I wrote the study for the school, which revolutionized the approach schools took with students with special needs. Tara even enrolled in the new program as a baby teacher like me. My classroom was merged with Misses Summerfields, and she became my co-teacher with me as one of the “students”.

I was a bit disappointed that Tara and I were no longer in the same class, but we were ok with that. Every night, we slept in the same crib, wrapped in each other’s arms as we fell asleep.

Annie was also enrolled in the program as one of the baby teachers. Principal Bean had offered to become her Mommy.

Cathy and Ella became very good friends. She would often come over for a visit with little Danni. Tara and I absolutely adore her. We play for hours before our shared nap time together. Sometimes, we even fall asleep in the playpen.

My life was chaotic, and I feared I would be swept under the raging waves. There were so many times I wanted to give up hope. But I am glad I didn’t. I found there is peace within the soul. I hope and pray that you will one day find yours like I have.

Those of you who followed this story, please remember that you are loved, and you are very special. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. You are irreplaceable.

- Baby Ashlynn

Alex had been in and out of hospitals his whole life. Nothing serious—just small accidents or the occasional illness. So when a freak accident left him with a broken leg and a mild concussion, he wasn’t too concerned about spending a few days under medical care. After all, he’d always bounced back before.

But this time was different.

After surgery to set his leg, Alex was admitted to a private recovery ward in a hospital he’d never heard of before, in a part of town he rarely visited. His friends and family were told it would only be for a few days until he could manage the crutches and heal. The nurses seemed friendly enough, and the room was clean, but something felt off from the very first night.

In his groggy, post-anesthesia state, he noticed something strange: in addition to the usual hospital gown, he was dressed in soft, comfortable underwear—almost like a diaper. He’d passed it off as a mistake or an eccentric hospital policy but as he looked around the soulless room, he sees a nurse in the corner,

“Just a precaution, dear,” she said sweetly, her tone calm and reassuring. “With your injury and the medication, you may not make it to the bathroom on time. We wouldn’t want any accidents, now would we?”

Alex, groggy and weak from painkillers, protested faintly, but he convinced himself that it was just for a night, just while he was recovering from the surgery.

But as the days went on, the strangeness only deepened.

It started subtly. The first time Alex realized something was wrong, it was when a nurse came in to check on him. Nurse Miriam was an older woman with a kind smile and cold eyes, and on the second night of his stay, she entered his room carrying another diaper but it wasn't a normal diaper.. It was one that had patterns, drawings on it, almost like a baby diaper..

"We've ran out of regular diapers, dearie" says the nurse in a gentle voice that could make anyone fall asleep. She reaffirmed Alex that this is temporary and that the next day he will be back in proper adult diapers.

But the next day, the same baby-like diaper was still there, and no one came in with a proper adult diaper. They just checked him, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

At first, Alex tried to shrug it off. Hospitals had weird policies, and maybe this was just one of them. But soon, the nurses started doing things that made no sense at all for a grown adult recovering from a broken leg.

On his third day, Nurse Miriam came in with flashcards.

"Let's go over some basics today, Alex," she said cheerfully. "Can you say the alphabet with me?"

“What? Why?” Alex asked, his frustration growing.

“Just routine. Some of our patients need to brush up on the basics after surgery,” she said, not offering any further explanation.

She held up a flashcard with the letter A on it, and he stared at her, confused and annoyed.

This was ridiculous, but it was nothing compared to what came next.

During Alex's nap, he felt a sort of rustling around him, his dream world recreated it well but this was happening in real life, he eventually realised this when he felt something slide into his mouth and the constant noise of a sucking motion aromaed the dream.

He woke up immediately to see three nurses around him, smiling like they have just done a good deed. He looks in at them in a "I'm watching you" tone when felt a comfortable feeling around him.

He noticed that the once hospital gown has been replaced by some sort of onesie, he was about to ask what they did when he felt the movement of a pacifier in his mouth. One of the nurses step out with a smile and explained "You're body temperature was falling so we needed a way of keeping you're temperature stable" Alex was confused at this statement but he didn't really care, it was comfortable anyway.

Although, Alex still had another question, "Why am I sucking on a pacifier?" says the patient who had just pulled it out, the nurses explained that they noticed Alex sucking his thumb during his sleep, "You don't want misaligned teeth, do you?" Says the same nurse although in a babyish voice.

Nurse Miriam reaffirms him again saying that, "The painkillers have made you forget certain stuff, you won't need the pacifier once you have finished the treatment,"

The nurses left the room as Alex watched some TV, the noise of a groan appears as the first channel was a Kids Lullaby Show but it disappears as he scrolls through the long list of channels.

That night, Alex tried to make his way to the bathroom, only to realize that his bladder had already given out—he hadn’t even noticed. It terrified him. His bowel and bladder control had always been fine, even after the surgery. Now, he felt like his body was slipping away from him. He couldn’t explain it.

By the fifth day, he was entirely dependent on the diapers, and the nurses seemed pleased with the change. They checked him more frequently now, never offering to help him walk or use the bathroom, as though this was the way things were supposed to be.

Worse yet, his motor skills were slowly deteriorating. The crutches that had felt manageable on the first day now struggle to control properly. His hands fumbled clumsily with objects, and even lifting a cup of water became a difficult task.

The thought of leaving the ward felt like an impossible dream.

As the days blurred together, Alex’s treatments became more bizarre. The nurses weren’t just doing regular check-ins anymore. They were teaching him nursery rhymes, spoon-feeding him, and insisting he take naps in a crib-like bed that had mysteriously replaced his normal hospital bed.

He tried to fight back, but his body was betraying him. His mind was sharp, but his motor skills were so degraded that he struggled to even sit up without assistance. Every time he tried to explain that something was wrong, the nurses smiled sympathetically and patted his head, like he was a fussy child.

It wasn’t long before he was completely bedridden, unable to walk or even crawl. His legs felt like jelly, and his bladder and bowel control were non-existent. The nurses constantly checked and changed his diapers as if it were routine and the diapers have gotten even more playful.

Alex’s panic grew. He had to get out of here—before he ended up like them.

On the ninth day, after yet another humiliating diaper change as the nurses speak in a babyish voice saying, "You're a messy one, yes you are, yes you are!" Alex overheard two nurses talking outside his room.

“He’s progressing well. Soon, he won’t remember much of his former life,” one nurse whispered.

“He’ll be just like the others,” the other nurse replied, her tone disturbingly cheerful.

That was it. Alex couldn’t wait any longer. He had to leave, even if it meant crawling painfully to safety.

During the wake of night and as the noise of the nurses saying goodnight to all the other patients ended. He gathered every bit of strength he had left and dragged himself out of the crib, his arms shaking from the effort. The room spun, and his body felt heavier than ever, but fear drove him forward.

He pulled himself along the cold hospital floor, although his diaper was empty 30 minutes ago, it had become full again. His body had become so weak, so useless, he was struggling to stay conscious, but he wouldn’t give in. Not yet.

As he reached the hallway, he noticed something—an old laundry chute tucked away in the corner. It was small, but he was desperate. He knew it might be his only way out.

With immense effort, Alex lifted the lid and wedged himself inside, pushing his weakened body down the narrow chute. He tumbled downward, the diaper sagging behind on the flat metallic surface, the darkness swallowing him whole, but at least he was moving.

The chute spat him out in the hospital’s basement, landing him on a pile of dirty onesies. The smell of the room was awful but it was freedom. He could hear footsteps approaching from the stairs above—nurses searching for him. He didn’t have much time.

Ignoring the burning in his muscles and the fog clouding his mind, he crawled through the basement, looking for an exit. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he found a rusted door that was covered by a box of diapers that led outside. The fresh air hit him like a wave, clearing some of the fog in his head. He was free.

Alex stumbled into the nearest town, barely able to speak, and collapsed on the sidewalk. He woke up days later in a different hospital, one filled with normal doctors and nurses—no cribs, no flashcards, and no diapers.

He had been gone for weeks, much longer than he thought. The strange hospital had vanished without a trace, and no one believed his story. But even as his strength returned, Alex couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t entirely free. While his motor skills improved, and his bladder and bowel control raised to a below average level. He was free again standing on two legs and a functioning adult

And sometimes, when he was alone at night, he could still hear Nurse Miriam’s voice, soft and sing-song, in the back of his mind:

“Just a precaution, dear…”

A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

All characters depicted are 18 years or older

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Chapter 40: Diaper Dreams

All three Littles in fresh diapers; they left the changing area. “I believe there’s a show going on. Do you want to watch it?” Miss Kaylee asked Daddy.

“Sure, what do you think, girls? Want to watch a show?” Daddy asked, glancing down at Hannah and Emily.

“Sure!” Hannah said with a smile, still nestled in his arms. 

Emily also nodded, holding Daddy’s hand as they approached the lounge. The lounge was multi-storied, with rows of seats facing a central stage and even a bar serving drinks to the masses as people filed in. 

Miss Kayley stepped up to the bar, letting go of Thomas’s hand, “Would you like to find seats while I order us some drinks?” she asked.

Daddy nodded, motioning for Thomas to take Emily’s hand as they entered the stands, “Certainly, we’ll get good spots.”

They filtered through the seats, finding a small, round booth that faced the stage on the first floor of the lounge, Hannah, Emily, and Thomas scooting towards the center so Daddy and Miss Kaylee could sit on the outsides of the bench. Hannah was concerned she wouldn’t have a good view of the show, so she sat low on the bench. However, Daddy hit a button, and the seat beneath Hannah rose several inches, a sort of make-shift booster seat. 

Miss Kaylee soon returned, dishing out drinks, Hannah’s, of course, served in a baby bottle. This bottle was a pale amber color, another mocktail, tasting like an alcohol-free beer mixed with apple juice. Hannah wasn’t sure what to make of the drink, but it wasn’t bad either. As Miss Kaylee settled, the lights dimmed, and music played over speakers around the lounge. 

Screens around the stage illuminated to life, large and curved, stretching above and around the audience. The show's title glowed across both screens, either side of the stage, “Diaper Dreams: The Future is Soft!” 

Hannah rolled her eyes, but there wasn’t much she could do about the show's absurdity. Hannah relaxed in the booth, her feet dangling towards the floor, kicking playfully as she waited for the show to begin. The theater was like nothing she had seen back home, and she wondered how immersive it would be. Would it be anything like storytime in the daycare? 

The lights were dimmed completely, and cooing babies and playful music filled the air. Suddenly, a holographic image of a glowing pacifier appeared, slowly spinning in the center of the stage, the show's title shimmering across the screens as the opening music swelled. Emily’s hand found Hannah’s as the two girls watched the show begin. 

The show opened with Princess Paci and Captain Cuddles standing in the clouds. The holograms were so convincing that Hannah thought she could reach out and feel the clouds themselves. The duo wore soft, futuristic baby outfits with shimmering diapers and sleek pacifiers hanging from their necks like royal symbols. Behind them, the floating city of Nurseron appeared as a magical metropolis with towering strollers that zipped through the air and playpens that floated on clouds. What struck Hannah immediately was that both characters were Littles, not Amazons.

The story started with the two heroes receiving a distress call: General Crinkle had stolen all the diapers! The scene shifted seamlessly, and Hannah watched as Princess Paci and Captain Cuddles rushed into action. They slid down silver slides and jumped into turbo-powered strollers, zooming off toward the Diaper Lab. Hannah found herself giggling and shaking her head at the show's absurdity. To her, it felt like this was a silly cartoon come to life rather than a live-action play. 

In the Diaper Lab, robotic arms stretched and folded diapers at lightning speed, creating colorful, indestructible diapers that sparkled under the lab lights. Hannah could almost feel the soft fabric in her own hands. The heroes loaded their special gear; Captain Cuddles grabbed his Snuggly Shield while Princess Paci strapped on her Binky Blaster, surrounded by the buzzing sounds of futuristic gadgets.

Their gear acquired, the duo began the Great Diaper Chase. Strollers flew through the holographic streets of Nurseron, dodging between tall buildings and floating bridges. The sound of wind whooshing past made Hannah’s hair stand on end as the action unfolded. Princess Paci and Captain Cuddles zipped around corners, chasing after General Crinkle’s crinkly flying machine, which left a trail of rough, crunchy sounds in its wake. The neon lights flashed around them, creating a blur of vibrant colors that made Hannah’s heart race. 

As the heroes cornered General Crinkle, they arrived at the Diaper Dome, the grand final battle arena. The screens above flickered to life, showing close-ups of the heroes’ determined faces. General Crinkle stood in the middle of the arena, a menacing figure wrapped in a crinkly, uncomfortable material. He fired his Crinkle Cannon, and the loud and sharp sound made Hannah cringe, reverberating around the auditorium. The heroes retaliated, activating their futuristic baby gadgets. Lights flashed, the lounge illuminated around Hannah each time the duo used their Binky Blaster or Snuggly Shield. 

At one point, the audience was asked to help, clapping and waving to assist Princess Paci and Captain Cuddles in gathering more Binky Energy. Hannah couldn’t help but clap along. The show was absurd but so over the top that she was entertained rather than humiliated watching it. The more the crowd clapped, the brighter the energy became until the whole arena glowed with a soft, pink light. 

The showdown was thrilling; Princess Paci used her Binky Blaster to shoot a rainbow of pacifier-shaped projectiles at General Crinkle while Captain Cuddles threw his Snuggly Shield, bouncing it off walls like a soft, glowing frisbee, soaring over Hannah’s head as it careened around the arena. With one final burst of Binky Energy, they defeated General Crinkle, sending him flying out of the arena. He disappeared in a puff of crinkly smoke that washed over the crowd and up to Hannah’s feet.  

The city of Nurseron lit up again, the floating buildings shimmering with renewed magic. The audience cheered, and soft, colorful confetti rained down from above, falling in the shapes of binkies and diapers. Hannah caught one, giggling as the smooth piece of confetti landed in her hand. The show ended with a grand musical number, with all the Littles in Nurseron dancing and singing about the power of joy and softness. The lights came back on as the actors took a bow, earning a standing ovation from the audience. 

Hannah turned to Emily, who was grinning as much as she was, and mouthed, ‘What, the heck?’

Emily threw up her hands, laughing, “I have no clue.” she replied, “But it was fun.” 

“You kids liked the show?” Miss Kaylee asked with a smile.

“It was certainly something,” Hannah responded.

“It was amazing!” Thomas said with child-like enthusiasm, still clapping as the actors left the stage and the lounge lights came back on.

Miss Kaylee chuckled, ruffling Thomas’s hair, “It was, wasn’t it buddy? I think it’s about time we head back to the cabin for a nap, though.”

Daddy nodded, sliding off the bench, standing, and stretching, “I could use a little shut-eye myself; we were on a red eye to make the ship on time. Our cabin is right around the corner. If Thomas wants to nap there, you can do something while I have the kids.”

Miss Kaylee smiled, standing and helping Thomas down, the girls following suit, “That would be wonderful; that way, I know he’ll be fine and don’t need to drop him off at the daycare.”

Hannah wasn’t feeling particularly tired but realized she had no choice. Unless she could get Daddy to let her and Emily wander the ship alone. However, Hannah didn’t want to push her luck; she didn’t think Daddy was ready for the stress of having her without parental oversight. Besides, the idea of getting out of the main areas of the ship, someplace quiet and relaxed, sounded terrific.

The group made their way to the glass elevators, returning to the deck where their cabin was, and entered. “Ohh, you guys got a balcony? That’s so cool!” Thomas exclaimed, rushing to the glass door and pressing his face to it, looking out onto the ocean. 

Daddy chuckled, “That we do, bud. We do only have one crib, however.” he added, letting go of Hannah’s hand as he stepped inside, followed by Miss Kaylee. 

“I believe the loungers outback fully recline; you could take one, and the girls get the bed.” Miss Kaylee offered. 

“I don’t like the idea that they could fall, though,” Daddy said, tapping his chin.

“We could take the lounger.” Hannah smiled, “I’d like a warm sun, and it’s low to the ground too.”

Daddy glanced at Emily, who nodded in agreement. “Well, alright, them, it’s settled.” 

“There is also the pull-out bed from the couch, too, if needed.” Miss Kaylee offered, scooping Thomas up, pulling his shoes and clothes off, leaving him in just his diaper, and plopping him in the crib. 

Miss Kaylee smiled down at Thomas as she tucked him in, offering a pacifier he gladly took, his eyes drifting shut. Daddy sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, kicking off his shoes, “That was a lot of walking, and it’s barely the afternoon.”

Miss Kaylee chuckled as the girls made their way out onto the balcony, “Just wait till our first port of call.” she said with a grin.

Hannah and Emily made their way out to the balcony, a simple button press lowering the back of the lounge chair into almost a makeshift bed, the soft cushions of the chair offering a comfortable mattress. Hannah stretched out on the chair, her arms folded behind her head with a content sigh. The sun gently warmed Hannah’s skin, the sounds of waves crashing against the ship's hull soothing, the wind of the ocean tussling her hair. They had sailed long enough that Hannah could no longer see land, just the endless expanse of the sea. 

Emily sat next to her, leaning back and pulling Hannah into an embrace, cuddling. “What do you think of Miss Kaylee?” she asked.

Hannah glanced back inside the room; Miss Kaylee had decided to join in on naptime, the two of them resting comfortably on the bed. “I’m not sure. She seems nice enough, nicer than Mommy ever was.”

Emily nodded, Hannah’s head resting against Emily’s chest, “She certainly seems that way; I’m still worried she has similar tendencies; however, some of her recommendations were rather drastic.”

Hannah grimaced, nodding, “True, that worried me too. That being said, she does seem to respect Daddy’s wishes for how he wants us treated, which speaks well of her character.”

“It does; Mommy never did that,” Emily replied.

“Besides, if nothing else, she’s helping Daddy feel better. I feel like an idiot; I never stopped to think about how this affected him; he’s in a lot of pain, Emily.” Hannah said softly.

Emily was quiet momentarily before sighing, “I know he is. I felt terrible for him, which was partially why I chose to come along instead of staying with the Resistance. It likely would have been a lot less risk for us. But I saw in his face when Venli made the offer; he went pale; I could see it in his eyes, Hannah. He threw away his whole life for us and the idea of just leaving him.” Emily trailed off, and Hannah could feel her tremble, on the verge of crying.

“I felt terrible for not recognizing it sooner.” Hannah admitted, “I want to make him happy, even if it means not having pants.” She giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

Emily chuckled, sniffling tears, “If Daddy likes this woman, I don’t think we should stand in his way. I think he needs someone right now who can help him understand and help him not feel alone. I know he loves us, but he loves us as his children; he feels the need to protect us, to keep us away from his genuine emotions and put on a solid face. Around her, he may be able to let his guard down and let out that pent-up emotion.”

Emily’s hand swirled across Hannah’s back, beginning a massage. Hannah moaned, shifting to give Emily better leverage, “Oh my gosh, that feels amazing.” she said softly, “I agree with you, though; I realized I want him happy. I don’t know if I could live with myself if I broke his heart even more.”

Emily nodded, deep in thought, her hands slowing for an unacceptable amount of time, making Hannah growl. Emily chuckled, resuming her massage in earnest, “I do, too.” she said.

The girl’s conversation lapsed into silence. Now that Hannah could see the ocean, she could feel the gentle swaying of the ship; it was subtle enough that she hadn’t noticed it before. The warm, salty breeze of the sea swirled Hannah’s hair, her eyes drifting closed in utter bliss, sunlight kissing her face with its warmth. Despite not being tired, Hannah drifted off to sleep in Emily’s arms. 

Both girls were far more tired than they had initially assumed. Hannah awoke sometime later, the sun moving across the sky, dipping towards the horizon. She yawned, stretching, Emily’s arm still around her. As Hannah stirred, Emily did so too, blinking tired eyes that met Hannah’s. The girls grinned, and before Hannah realized what was happening, Emily leaned in and kissed her. 

Hannah swooned, her heart fluttering; she had to lay her head back down as Emily chuckled, running her fingers through Hannah’s hair. The girls lay there momentarily, Hannah glancing back inside the room. The cabin was quiet; Hannah immediately noticed Miss Kaylee and Daddy cuddling, still asleep. Hannah squirmed, repositioning herself as she felt something odd. Hannah’s hand reached down and pressed in, confirming that she thought her diaper was wet. She had no memory of going potty; had she gone while she slept? “I… think I wet the bed,” Hannah admitted, blushing.

Emily’s hand joined hers, and Hannah felt a thrill of excitement as the girl's fingers touched her crotch, exploring her soggy diaper. “It’s a good thing you wore a diaper then, little baby.” she teased. 

Hannah felt her face flushing, giggling. When Emily teased her, it felt more genuine and playful rather than literal. “As if you are one to talk!” she shot back, “I bet you pooped in your sleep.”

Emily grinned, “No, no, I woke to do that; I’m a big girl pretending to be a baby.” she teased, only furthering Hannah’s embarrassment.

Hannah rolled her eyes, laying her head back on Emily’s chest, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” she muttered. 

“Hopefully, not pee on me; I got to make sure Daddy gets you changed before you leak.” Emily continued, her words jesting, but she grinned ear to ear. 

Hannah playfully swatted her, “Stop it, you’re ridiculous.”

Emily giggled just as the sliding door opened and Miss Kaylee stepped out; neither girl had seen her getting up. Miss Kaylee was stripped to her underwear, matching pink panties, and bra; she didn’t seem embarrassed to be seen like this. Amazons had an odd sense of decency or the lack thereof.

“Aww, you two are adorable.” Miss Kaylee whispered, shutting the door behind her, “They are still sleeping; I wanted to come to say hello.” she said as she sat on the other lounge chair.

Neither Hannah nor Emily moved from their position, still enjoying each other's embrace, “Do you like him? Daddy?” Hannah asked.

Miss Kaylee nodded, “He’s a good man, hurting, but he loves you both dearly.” she replied, “I see a lot of myself in him, back when I lost my husband.” 

“What happened to him?” Emily asked curiously.

“An accident at work took his life.” Miss Kaylee said with a sigh, leaning back in the lounger, propping her head up on an elbow. “I grieved for far too long, and I adopted Thomas to give me something to focus my attention on. With the life insurance payout, we lived comfortably for a while before I needed to pick up any kind of work again; I’ve been too numb to try finding another partner. I highly doubt your Daddy, and I will date or anything, but I recognize his pain and want to help if I can. Hopefully, by the end of the cruise, he’ll be a bit stronger and happier.” 

Hannah narrowed her eyes, “And how do you plan on helping him?”

Miss Kaylee shrugged, “In whatever ways he needs or wants. Having a pair of helping hands with two adorable babies will help his stress. A cruise is a lot, especially as a parent, to keep track of your children and care for them in a giant boat full of strangers and lots of activities.” she shook her head, “Sorry, I know you don’t understand.”

Hannah wanted to roll her eyes, “Do you think we are just helpless, Littles? Before coming here, we had no real lives, so could you scoop and pamper us while taking away our adulthoods? I babysat for years to make enough money for college; I have probably changed more diapers than you have.” Hannah retorted.

Emily squeezed Hannah, pulling her in close, her hand rubbing Hannah’s back. “Sorry, we just lost our Mommy too; it’s a lot to take in; it’s weird not to have her around,” Emily said, trying to defuse the tension.

Hannah realized she had snapped at Miss Kaylee, who, up to this point, hadn’t truly done anything cruel towards the girls. Hannah winced as she made the realization, deflating. Miss Kaylee smiled, chuckling, “It’s alright. I’ve done a bit of research on Earth. Were you two genuinely adults there before coming here?”

Emily nodded, letting Hannah relax and recoup, “We were; we had places of our own, bills to pay, we went to college, we had families to care for, we drove ourselves, we did everything to keep ourselves alive.”

“That sounds awful.” Miss Kaylee said it seemed odd to Hannah that the woman was saying this; wasn’t that precisely what she had to do daily? “What made you two want to come here?”

It was Emily’s turn to blush, breaking eye contact, “We, Uhm, enjoy certain aspects of childhood.” she admitted. 

Hannah said, “We like diapers.” she said outright, “They are kinky and hot and fun to wear!”

Emily’s face blushed even more, much to Hannah’s delight at tormenting the poor girl. Miss Kaylee laughed, “From what I’ve heard, the diapers we have here are far better than what you have on Earth. Is that one reason why you both respond so well to positive reinforcement?” she asked.

Hannah looked at her quizzically, “Positive reinforcement? Like being told we are good girls?”

Miss Kaylee nodded, “Of course that, but I mean, also being allowed to make cummies. Being praised for being babies, for acting as you should” she said as if it were a perfectly natural thing to talk about with strangers.

It was Hannah’s turn to blush, Emily speaking up this time with a grin, “Oh, Hannah here loves doing that in her diapers.” she said, making Hannah swat Emily, trying to get her to shut up, “If you want her to do anything, just do that!”

“Emily!” Hannah squealed, but Miss Kaylee was laughing, Hannah’s face burning red in shame.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Miss Kaylee replied, standing. “Your Daddy mentioned you two responded well to it; if you are both well-behaved, maybe you can earn that as a reward. I think it’s about time we get you both cleaned up and ready for dinner,” she said, leaning over and scooping Hannah into her arms. 

Hannah immediately felt the woman's fingers pulling her shorts down, feeling her diaper, and turning towards the cabin. Hannah’s face was scarlet red in shame as she was carried into the stateroom, Miss Kaylee heading for the bathroom to change her. Hannah wasn’t sure how their conversation had been directed in the way it had, and maybe she deserved it for poking fun at Emily. Hannah glanced back to Emily, who trailed behind them. They met eyes, and Emily grinned, winking. Hannah gave her a dirty look, and Emily giggled, enjoying Hannah’s discomfort as Miss Kaylee laid her on the changing table. Hannah wasn’t sure what the evening would hold for them, but she knew it likely would have her blushing again. 

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Back up the halls, into the elevator, back out into the busier halls and into my room. The whole while my cheeks burning red, my legs desperately trying to stay closed, my arms trying to keep the hospital gown down, and my eyes checking every face I saw trying to see if their eyes flicked down to my bright pink wet diaper.

And now I wasn't even getting hard as a reaction to my embarrassment, because as I could feel only too acutely, the metal chastity cage around my manhood was keeping me perfectly controlled and ready to use my diaper again.

Back in my room, Nurse Emma closed the door behind us, and once again helped me from my wheelchair back into my bed. I was pleased to note that my legs felt a little stronger, the dizziness of standing up a little less but by now I was still feeling a little pain, and I was ready to rest a little in my bed.

Nurse Emma however, was ready to start the night. "So! Now that we know for sure just how much you like being my little diaper patient, how will we spend this night? We should probably make the most of it, I think, there's a reasonable chance you're going to be discharged tomorrow! What a fantastic recovery!"

She was checking my chart again. Part of me was pleased to finally have a little more confirmation that I was going to be okay. Okay enough to actually leave the hospital. But part of me was also sad that would be leaving behind this sudden, but not altogether unwelcome dive into living a kinky life.

"In the interests of enjoying ourselves as much as we can then.. what can we do to make you feel really very very embarrassed? Or to capitalise on how pent up your poor little manhood must be by now. Oh! I have so many ideas, and just not enough time. Alright. I think I know. But I'm going to need to grab a few things. For now, settle in. Your dinner will be along shortly, and then I'll be back to check on you not long after that."

And with that, she once again left me alone in my hospital bed. Still reeling from my scan, my wet pink diaper, my locked cock and the news that it was all likely to end tomorrow. A small while later and a light knock landed on my door and the orderly with the diner cart entered. I looked down and noticed that my blankets weren't over me, so my pink diaper was badly on show, and frantically tried to cover my legs.

I have no idea if the orderly saw anything, but very politely chose not to say anything, but instead served me my little covered dishes of food, before promptly wheeling the cart away and leaving me alone again. As happy as I was to be allowed to feed myself solid foods again, I eyed the selection suspiciously. Beans and sweet potato, with a side of fruit and a herbal tea, all in their own separate little bowls. If I had to guess I'd say this was a diet specifically designed to get my bowels moving.

Is this normal hospital procedure after a few days of painkillers and a hope to discharge, or is this the first part of Nurse Emma's plans for the night? Well either way, I'd committed to whatever was going to happen tonight, and I guess this is just the first step, I ate it all, happy to actually feel full in my stomach from something other than soups and water. The orderly was back through a little while later to collect the plates, and, as I'd gotten very used to, to replace my metal flask of water.

Well at least this one won't be used to deflate my erection, I thought - the chastity belt was ever present to me, feeding into the loop of trying to get hard every time my mind remembered the diaper, only to be blocked by the belt, only to make me feel more embarrassed, only to make me try to get hard again.

I found myself excitedly waiting for Nurse Emma's return. I felt a little selfish knowing she had a full ward to watch over but mortified as I have felt, I had to admit in my heart of hearts that not only had I enjoyed my treatment, I'd delighted in the attention, energy and infectious smile of my night nurse. So when she appeared in my room again, my heart leapt just that little bit.

"Okay! I've got a bit of a plan in mind, but we're going to have to wait a bit for the ward to calm down for the evening before we can enjoy it. But that doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of preparation. But! Business first. You're off the IV, but I think you're still a little sore, so, painkillers for you here."

She handed me a little cup, with two identical tablets, and a third that looked completely different, I looked down at them and back up at her as I swallowed them with my water. "Hehe, yep! You caught me, there's a little something also there for playing. It'll take about half an hour to kick in, but I'll be back before then. And in the mean time..."

She moved in very close to me, leaning in towards my face. Closer than she'd ever been, and I took in her features more closely. Her button nose. Light freckles. Her green eyes. That smile. Part of me wanted to lean forward the tiny amount to kiss her. After all, how much more intimate would that be than what we've already done? But was that crossing a line? Either way, she clearly delighted in my discomfort, and when her words came back they were in a cheeky whisper.

"...wet for me again." I barely hesitated, and as I started to obey, I felt the pressure of her hand, pressing down on the front of my diaper, doubling the feeling of the warm heavy spread across my waist. Still she kept her face so close to mind, savouring the little expressions I made as I gave up my control to her. It was intense, it was embarrassing, it was.. intimate. Finally, she broke the moment, standing back up.

"Mmm, that was wonderful. Such a good little diaper boy for me. Now, I know you're not a fan of all the baby things, but I want you to feel as cute as you are while I'm gone." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pacifier. It was massive, compared to any I've seen, both the nipple and the shield, but this one also had ribbons dangling from the sides. She slipped it into my mouth and tied the ribbons around my head. "Okay, now, keep being good, that stays in, okay? Right! I'll be back soon!"

She danced out of the room, and I caught my breath through the giant pacifier as the warm wet feeling wicked away into the thick pink diaper. I found myself sucking on the nipple, trying to stop myself every time I noticed, but anytime my mind wandered, my mouth resumed. I felt myself try and surge against my cage once again. But as it did a new and far more pressing feeling presented itself in my stomach and lower. A gurgle and a rumble. With a deep humiliated sense of horror, at that moment I guessed what the extra medication might have been.

The feeling grew and grew as I sat in the darkened room, sucking on my pacifier in growing dread. I'd not had to poop so far while I'd been in hospital. Mostly I'd been on fluids at first, but today I'd been moved back onto solids, not to mention the food selection at dinner which was no doubt moving things along. I knew that sometimes they can't release you from hospital until you can show all normal bodily functions like that, but I'm certain that generally doesn't involve a humiliating pink diaper.

The urgency grew as Nurse Emma returned, closing the door behind her. I wasn't sure how much time had passed but my hands were now clutching at my belly, the urge to void only growing with urgency. "Oooh! Looks like I have my timing right. Isn't this going to be just so embarrassing for you? You're going to mess your diaper right in front of me!"

My cheeks flushed even more if it was possible, as she approached my bed with a black velvet bag slung over her shoulder. "Okay, we'll have to work fast, because I don't want to miss it. You know that moment last night when you wet your diaper for that first time right in front of me? I've had it in my head all day, just so delightful.. your cheeks all red.. like now, and your little mouth flopped open without even noticing. So, I thought, how can we beat that tonight? Well, I think you've worked it out. But we're going to go even further."

All while talking, she'd grabbed a weird sack and strap thing from her bag, and pulled it over my hand. It didn't have fingers, and the outside was a hard leather, making my hand useless. She wrapped the strap around my wrist and fastened it with a round plastic button looking thing. The mitten had a clip at the end, which she reached up and clipped to the side of the bed, before repeating the same process with my other hand.

"These are for a few reasons. First to make sure everything goes as perfectly as I've imagined, don't want your hands getting in the way, and second, I want you to see how secure these things are" she tapped the button holding my other hand in place, before pulling on it with a lot of force, my wrist moved towards her a little, but the button barely moved. I guessed this must be some form of medical restraint.

"Now that you're all secured, I'm going to join you." She moved my blankets off the bed, flipped my hospital gown up to show off my big diaper, and climbed up on the bed between my legs. With my hands secured and useless and my pacifier strapped to my head, all I could do was watch. My eyes almost bulged out of my head as she started to take her scrubs off, first her top, revealing a lacy pink and satin bra beneath, and then her pants, revealing her matching pink panties. "See, we're both wearing pink underwear!"

My show was suddenly interrupted by another loud gurgle from my belly, eliciting another giggle from my nurse. "Seems we're almost out of time! Better get moving. Okay, we're about to make a deal, and I know you'll agree, because I'm not taking your paci out, so I'm just assuming. The deal is simple. You get to see me pleasure myself right here on your bed, and you're going to mess your diaper. That's not the deal, that's just what's going to happen. I'm going to cum, partially because of how much all this has turned me on, and partially because I know how desperately you want to, but absolutely can't. And you're going to mess because you have to before we discharge you, and it may as well be in the most humiliating way I can muster right now, which is watching me, wearing all pink, tied to the bed, wishing you were cumming instead of pooping."

She was now sitting with her legs spread, her feed on top of my ankles, my diaper right in the middle of her field of view. My stomach was grumbling almost constantly now, and I was starting to feel the need to push from my behind. She ran her fingernails down her thigh and calf and up mine, skipping over the diaper before finishing the path back down my other leg and up hers.

"But the deal is this. If you mess before I cum, then you have to agree to wear whatever I want..." she paused for a moment, her hand getting closer and closer to her panties. I blinked for a moment at this deal - I thought I already wore whatever she wanted! She continued, "...but if you can hold off and I cum before you mess, then I'll wear a diaper for you for the rest of the night."

My eyes lit up. Just the thought alone got me straining in my cage again. I desperately tried to hold back from the impending doom building in my behind. Her eyes, however, were fixed on my diaper, her hand was now in the waist of her panties, and her chest was starting to rise more rapidly.

"Of course, it's going to be a pretty close race.. I've been in pretty desperate need for a while now.. and you.. you look like you're about to burst any second.." her hand was pretty rapidly dancing now, as her other reached up to play with her chest. Her voice suddenly lost its words to be replaced with little breathy moans. My voice was starting to make little involuntary grunting, as my hips started to squirm. I was in trouble, and wouldn't be able to hold for very much longer. Nurse Emma was going to get the exact show she was after.

"Yes.. fuck.. yes.. that's it... mess for me baby.. I'm so close.. come on.. you can't hold back much longer.. do it.. yes.. fuck.. yes..." I saw her whole body start to tense, and for a brief shining second, thought that I might win our little race, only for my body to give way in the exact same moment, as I released an uncontrolled mass into my already full diaper. As my humiliation of what had occurred settled around my body, I took in Nurse Emma's amazing orgasm.

The sight of my stained diaper seemed to be enough to throw her over the edge, if she wasn't already there before, and her whole body shuddered through the bed shaking us both as she threw her head back in pleasure. Her hand continued to dance through her shuddering until with a final quake she finally tumbled back from her peak. I sat staring, as she caught her breath, until she finally made her way back to earth.

"Mmm... wow. That was amazing. Mmmm." Her eyes finally opened again, taking in my splayed bound and messy form. "Thank you. That was just like I'd hoped.. although.. I hadn't imagined we'd both release at exactly the same moment. I wonder what that should mean for our little deal? I'll think about it. Let's start by getting you a much needed change, you dirty boy"

She climbed off the bed, not yet making an attempt to change back into her scrubs, and I was to be treated to yet another moment straight out of the videos I'd always enjoyed - a diaper change from a lingerie clad woman. From her bag she pulled out wipes, powder, barrier cream and a new diaper. She held it up to me.

"This one should be even more humiliating for you!" It was pink again, but this one was patterned. It had little love hearts printed all over it, a line of what looked like frills and bows printed on it, and of course a giant love heart with the word "Baby" on the front. She was right, this was taking things to the next level, and I made an involuntary grunt through my paci-gag.

"But it's still a good idea. I'm sure we've got the bulk out of you..." she untaped my diaper to reveal a smell that only compounded my already red cheeks, "...wow, certainly did! But this one is still bulky enough to be able anything else that comes out of you for the rest of the night." She got to work cleaning me with the wipes, taking special care around the bars of my cage to make sure there was nothing in the crevices, before adding powder and cream to the area. I couldn't help but throb in the cage - I'd never been more desperate for sexual relief in my life. Finally, she taped me in to my baby diaper. I shuffled slightly, and found this one even crinkled more. The perfect diaper for someone who gets off on being humiliated.

"Okay, I've decided. I think that because we exploded at the same moment, that we both win. I get to put you in whatever I want... and no, this doesn't count..." she tapped the diaper right on the baby love heart and cage beneath" "...I'll let you know when I'm collecting. But you also get your reward!" She held up another diaper, an exact match of mine, before climbing back up on the bed between my legs.

This time she hooked her fingers around the waistband of her lacy panties, and slid them down her legs before opening the diaper, fluffing it up and positioning it under her hips in her sitting position. I didn't have the most perfect view, but I could at least tell she was completely smooth down there. Another sharp little noise of breath and moan shot through my pacifier. She giggled again.

"Knew you'd love it." Taping herself up, She stood up, and bent over on a few angles to give me a good view. "Well, I'm probably running out of break time, you know. Let's see, what else needs to happen?" She moved around the bed, once again throwing her hips and butt out to show off her padding to me, as my breath continued to catch in my chest. "Well, we need to add one very big bowel movement to your chart..."

She moved back to the side of the bed to pick up her discarded scrubs. "I need to put my big girl clothes on..." Soon enough, her top and pants were back on. The scrubs hid the diaper surprisingly well, being reasonably loose. Only because I'd been staring or fantasising about her for the last two nights did I know that her waist was just that bit bulkier.

"And we need to make sure you're nice and comfy!" She held up her pink lacy panties for me, before reaching for the waist of my diaper and pulling it forward. I felt her wrap her underwear around my cage before smoothing the line of my diaper back out. She unclipped my mittens from the bed, but made no attempt to remove them. "There! All set for a good night's sleep. Don't you worry about ruining my panties.. they're yours now!" She straightened my hospital gown and the blankets over my legs before returning back to boop me on the nose once again.

"I'll be back to get you ready for the day before the shift ends, but for now..." She leaned in and kissed the outside plate of my pacifier "..sweet dreams!"

And with that, she left the room once again.

Chapter 20

Mikey and Lilith had continued to build their mini castle, Lilith helping to guide and find the various pieces that Mikey needed as he clicked them together and formed the outside walls. He loved to find the unique parts. The cool, colorful decor or mini figures. He’d hold them up, pointing them out to Lilith, fascinated by their intricate details that made the whole Lego set feel less blocky.

Maggie on the other hand had made an organized mess of the play-doh, cut and shaped into various pieces as she laid them out in various patterns. Lilith couldn’t quite make out what it was she was trying to create as an end product, but would occasionally peek over and watch as the night went on. Eventually, find her curled up against the couch, her soft rabbit loosely clenched between her arms as she slept peacefully.

“Ma- ma,” Mikey managed to mumble, beginning to grow bored as the castle became nearly finished.

“Yes, baby?” She asked softly, her smile wide with excitement as Mikey struggled to form his words.

“I- I- wanna uhh- ma’e ‘umm- ies,” He said, flustered by his lack of incoherent speech as his soggy wet padding reminded him of just how little he was.

“Yea?” She cooed. “Does my baby boy want some special attention?”

He nodded dumbly, his tongue pushing the bulb of the pacifier around as he felt himself become slightly aroused.

“Well I'm not sure you're big enough to make cummies all by yourself,” She cooed, her finger reaching forward as she put a slight pressure on the outside of his pacifier, forcing the bulb all the way in.

He did his best to sit up, his overly saturated diaper drooping in his onesie as he tried to form his words. “Pw- pwease!”

“I don't know sweetie, it's way past your bedtime,” She said softly, gathering the loose lego pieces as she put them in a pile.

She looked up, not having expected his cute puppy dog eyes on full display as a small tear began to form in the corner of his eye.

“‘an- Mo-mmy hel- help?” He stuttered, his lips feeling heavy.

Lilith smiled, giving a soft shake of her head. “You have been a very good little boy for Mommy…” She said softly, her hand slowly trailing his criss-crossed legs as she felt his smooth skin. “Are you going to be Mommy's little baby for another day?”

He nodded sporadically, reaching his arms out for her, desperate for her attention.

“Come on then,” She chuckled, getting up as she helped pull him up onto his feet.

His soggy diaper became quickly evident as she lifted him up on her knee, the squish telling her just how full he'd been as she smiled, carrying him towards the nursery. “Aren't you a soggy boy?” She teased.

She carried him into the room, opening one of the drawers by his changing station as she produced the large vibrator, Mikey's favorite toy to play with in diapers as she carried him over to the rocking chair.

“I bet your a hungry little boy too, aren't you?” She asked, carefully falling back into the chair as Mikey's weight balanced out across her lap.

She adjusted him around, getting him tightly tucked against her as she slowly worked her shirt off, exposing her massive breasts as she's gone without a bra for the night.

“You want to nurse on Mommy?” She asked softly, cupping one of her breasts as she guided it towards his mouth. “Mommy will make you feel all sorts of special,”

Mikey let the pacifier drop from his mouth, his mouth opening wide as she pushed the breasts inside, his lips curling and latching around her nipple as the warm, sweet milk slowly began to flow.

“That's it, baby,” She said softly, the vibrating wand clicking on as he quickly felt it lightly press up against his soggy diaper. “Let your mind rest. Mommy will do allll the work,”

His cock grew erect in seconds, the wand's intensity rippling through the soggy padding as she ran small, circular motions, guiding his stiffened member upwards as she pressed the wand against the underside of his tip.

His sputtered murmurs were drowned out by the mouth full of milk, his desperate breaths of air through his nose the only audible noise as Lilith watched him squirm against her.

“You're such a good baby boy for Mommy,” She cooed, his breathing erratic as she traced the wand down his shaft and around his balls. “You make me so happy, and I just love you to death,”

“Your cute little outfits,” She went on, her circles narrowing in around the underside of his tip. “The way you suckle on your binky all day,”

His nose exhaled long streams of air, his mouth tightly latched around her tit as he suckled.

“Mmm, how vulnerable you are when Mommy's changing your mushy diapers,”

Mikey squirmed, his body quickly becoming overly stimulated as she continued to work the wand in its tight, circular motions.

“Mama- I’mma-” Mikey muttered, his hip trying to push up against the wand as the eruption he has been craving took place.

“That's it, baby,” She whispered, the wand still trailing up and down his shaft through the thick spongy padding. “Let it allllll out,”

He buried his face between her breasts, muffling the undistinguishable nonsense as he gave up what little control he had over his body.

Lilith held him tightly, pulling him against her chest as she kept the wand in its ever widening motion, feeling his explosive reaction come to a calm as hot air escaped from the top of her breasts.

“Here, baby” She said, the whirling buzz of the wand coming to a stop as she cupped one of her breasts, gently pulling him aside, his face getting a single inhale as she gently forced her still swollen tit back into his mouth. “Just relax,”

He latched on, his breathing being forced through his nose again as he lightly resumed in suckle, her warm breast milk once again filling his mouth.

“That's it baby, make sure you get plenty of Mommy's milk,” She cooed.

His body settled its weight into her side, coming to a calm as he continued to nurse. His body relaxed, his bladder releasing a fresh stream of pee as it struggled to find any available padding that wasn't drenched, flowing down deep between his thighs as Mommy listened to the soft, audible noise.

“Such a little, little boy,” She softly cooed. “I don't know what you would do if Mommy didn't keep you in those thick night time diapers,”

Mikey's mind continued to regress, the warm streams of milk filling his stomach becoming the only thing he could focus on.

“Mommy loves you very much,” She whispered, her hand gently stroking the hair across his forehead. “Plus, with all this milk,” She started. “I bet you're going to leave Mommy such a big present in the morning,” She said softly. “I bet that's exactly how you're going to wake up, too,” She said, her voice further soothing Mikey.

“You'll probably cry out for your Mommy…” She trailed on, her gentle strokes through his hair continuing to lull him.

“Ugh, you're such a cutie when you're all flustered,” She said. “That little face gets all red, you try to hide it behind whatever's closest,”

Mikey's suckles began to slow, his stomach full as his breath came to a resting rhythm.

“But you don't have to be embarrassed around your Mommy,” She said softly. “Mommy loves you no matter what. She just wants you to be yourself. Your cute, babbling, diapered self,”

Mikey's eyes locked with hers, gazing up at her with a loving twinkle in his eyes.

“Awww, are you sleepy, honey?” She asked, looking down at him as she began to reposition her arms under him, lifting him up as she got out of the chair.

She carried him into his crib, gently laying him down as she smiled down at him. “You lay right there, Mommy will change you in your crib,”

Mikey laid still, reliving the moment in his head for a short moment, his lustful thoughts fading as he felt his body sink into his mattress as Lilith began to hum a tune. Her soft hum filled the dimly lit room as Mikey lay in his crib, watching her dark figure gather the various changing supplies she needed as she returned to his side. She set the supplies by his side, reaching over him to grab his Bjorg bear, gently tucking it in his arms as she continued to hum.

She gently rubbed her fingers together, a small glimmer appearing as she trailed them over Mikey's face as a small amount of glowing sand fell. The sand materialized as it landed on his skin, a soft gentle touch that was barely noticeable as his eyelids began to feel heavier.

Lilith's hum grew louder, disguising the sound of each tape being gently ripped apart as Mikey found himself struggling to hold his eyes open. His breath slowed as he suckled on his pacifier that had suddenly appeared, as the gentle cool feeling of a wet wipe gliding around his groin became the final sensation his body felt.

“Some…where…over the rain…bow,” She began to sing, her eyes focused on her work as Mikey clutched his Teddy closely, quickly giving up the useless battle as his heavy eyelids fell shut.

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I stared at the generic airplane seat in front of me, completely fascinated by the cheap, plastic molding that highlighted the cheap Android video player in the back of it. It's clearly pictured, 2D airplane icon not even a quarter of the way into its journey dragged on as I steadily lost my cool.

The bumpy plane ride continued into the dead of the night as my entire soul screamed internally with frustration and dread. Four whole hours the flight had been delayed, and that was on top of the 5 hours we had already spent at the airport after a long, mentally draining two week trip with Silvia’s parents. They’d dropped us off early out of necessity which had been fine, before realizing it was one of the busiest airports I think I’d ever set foot in. Instantly I felt overwhelmed. I felt as though I had been in fight or flight response for nearly 10 hours now, and I knew that wouldn’t be ending soon.

The rest of the plane ride aside, once we landed would be an entire ordeal of its own. Gathering bags, trekking it back to our car and starting the multi hour commute home was something I definitely wasn’t looking forward to. How was it that everyone loved to travel? This was the fucking worst.

Silvia’s head rested on my shoulder as the plane bumped about, the turbulence only seeming to get worse. Her innate ability to fall asleep anywhere left me jealous…angry even. Not angry at her for being able to sleep, but rather angry at myself for being so flustered by this entire trip. I always seemed to have a way of talking myself into a headspace that just left me feeling frustrated and completely unable to cope.

The exhaustion of the trip had long since set in, combined with the airport travel woes and over stimulation from the large social crowds we had spent most of the last two weeks in, it was easy to say I was over it.

I tried to breath, taking deep breaths as I slowly closed my eyes, trying to tune out the loud, echoing noise that filled the airplane cabin as I let my mind drift. My fingers tapped with anticipation as I tried to think about anything that would calm me. Somewhere else I could put myself to make it through this plane ride.

I suddenly found myself dreaming of being at home, quickly shifting it to a fantasy as I thought about what it would be like to be tightly tucked into a soft, plush crib where all of my needs were met. My wife Silvia fully attuned to the side of me she often ‘forgot’ about.

“God, if I could just wake up in a soiled diaper, cuddling my stuffie…” I thought, opening my eyes as I turned my head to stare out the window at the dark storm clouds as I felt my cock harden slightly.

I tried to break my thought, flexing my arm in an attempt to conceal my boner from any potential viewers. Though that was probably a complete waste of time since almost everyone aboard was either asleep, or lost in a pointless movie shown on the cheap tablets in front of them.

I tried to shake my anxiety, letting myself indulge again as I slowly closed my eyes, relaxing my arm as I tried to build up my fantasy world. A fantasy in my own head wasn’t hurting anyone and it had actually started doing me some good. My mind wandered, adding details to the previous scene as I fantasized about being anywhere else. Somewhere where diapers were normal and my social anxiety was gone. Somewhere where all of my woes were gone.

A bright light flashed from outside of the window as the plane violently shook, the sound of thunder instantly roaring just outside the cabin as my heart began to race. I looked around, expecting Silvia to have awoken, or at least someone in our same row but everyone had remained asleep. Surely at least a flight attendant had seen it, or even the captain? But there was nothing.

My heart raced as I tightly gripped the arm rests, trying to relax myself as I let my head rest back against the seat. “Come on…Come on!” I thought, trying to reinvision the scene I had only previously created.

A second bolt of lightning filled the night sky outside of the plane as the plane began to shake violently again, this time not stopping.

My head whipped back around, sure that this was real as I scanned the crowd of people in their seats for any sign of alarment.

“We’re experiencing some extreme turbulence ahead. If everyone can return to their seat and ensure their seatbelts are fastened,” The captain called out over the intercom.

I let out a sigh, glad to at least not be going insane as my heart continued to race, Silvia’s head still resting gently on my shoulder as she remained completely unphased.

I eased up my grip on the arm rests, still slightly holding on as I felt my stomach go crazy, unsure what to make of the violently shaking plane. I forced my eyes closed again, flooding my head with images of the fantasy world I had created, desperate to be anywhere but here as I felt myself being pulled back to reality with each shake. I clenched my eyes tighter, desperate to make it real when a third flash of light filled the outside world, blinding my vision as everything turned to white before a final loud crack filled the cabin.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was just white. A blinding sensation as my ears rang with static. Images of my fantasy started to flood my vision again as seconds turned to minutes, and minutes felt like eternity.

The bright white eventually began to fade, my eyes slowly opening as bright beams of light danced their way around the loosely shut curtains in what appeared to be my room, but from an angle I was unfamiliar with. The soft confines of my bed felt squishier, and more plush? Something about my senses had to have been off.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to help speed up their ability to adjust to the awkward light that was filling the room before opening them as my heart dropped a little. Long, thick bars separated me from the rest of the room as I suddenly realized I was where the dresser usually was, facing towards my usual bed with the dresser just next to it, though everything looked just slightly different.

I reached out my arms, trying to grab onto the bars as I lifted myself slightly out of the bed before I felt the familiar feeling of a diaper, a damp one too, tightly fastened around my waist. The crinkle was a dead give away too, but the feeling on my skin ultimately had registered first.

I looked down to confirm my suspicion before realizing I was entirely in baby mode. My diaper was tightly secured in place by my usual dinosaur onesie which had my usual pacifier clipped to its collar where it was easily at my disposal. A litter of my stuffed animals scattered the bedding with a bottle of milk half drunk tucked into one of the stuffed bear’s arms.

My head was spinning as my heart raced. I was both excited and terrified. Was Silvia home?

My mind returned to the bars, clearly making the distinction that I was in an adult sized crib now, but I didn’t own one of those. The bars towered up towards the ceiling creating what was effectively a prison cell rather than a crib. Sure I could scale it if I really needed to, but it was likely as tall as I was if I stood up.

I continued to scan the room, unsure of what else to do as calling out for help seemed a little beneath me, though that mindset shifted fast.

“Uh, Silvia?” I called out, unsure of what was happening? “You home?”

Silence filled the room before I heard a slight shuffle somewhere out in the apartment.

“Silvia?”

I shifted towards the door which was only slightly cracked, waiting for Silvia to burst through the door in disgust but instead I was met by my cat strolling in through the door.

“Whiskers!” I shouted almost impulsively, happy to see at least something of familiarity.

In typical cat fashion, her sleekness easily allowed her to jump through the bars of the crib where her purrs filled the room with a calming energy as I gave her the attention she so much deserved.

“What's going on? Where's Mommy?” I whispered to Whiskers in my usual voice, having always been able to refer to Silvia as the cat Mom which had always been my quiet way of calling her Mommy. Though, thinking about that now I’m not so sure she ever caught on to.

Time slowly passed by as Whiskers curled up next to me in my self contained prison as I scanned around the bars, looking for any kind of release latch as surely there had to have been something. Though ultimately I couldn’t seem to find anything before giving up and collapsing back onto my padded butt.

“Oh, Whisk-” I started, suddenly hearing a key in the front door.

My heart suddenly started to race again. Did Silvia know I was here? Did she know I was like this? What was the appropriate response?

“Uh, Silvia?” I called out timidly, feeling completely uncertain.

There was a lot of commotion outside of the room, almost as if Silvia had just come back from the store but that didn’t seem to fit. We usually always did the grocery shopping together.

“What did you just call me?” Her sweet, gentle voice called out in a seemingly surprised sense of tone. Her footsteps soon stumbled towards the room before I was quickly relieved by the sight of her just as I remembered as she entered the room. “I think that's at least a couple of spankings,”

I stared at her puzzled, completely caught off guard by her commitment to my current predicament as she had never embraced this side of me until now.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know exactly what you did,” She said, lowering the crib gate.

“Uh-” I started, before being quickly cut off.

“Oh no, Mr,” She said firmly, helping me out of the crib. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. Lay on the bed, Mommy is going to change you and then I think we’ll try a bar of soap instead,”

I had no idea what was happening. Where did this crib come from? Why was Silvia so suddenly involved in babying me?

Silvia grabbed a diaper off the shelf under my crib before quickling grabbing a bottle of baby powder off a nearby shelf and returning to the bed.

“Are you trying to get in double trouble, Mr?” She said, setting the stuff down on the bed. “Lay back,”

Slowly, I did as she said, both nervous and excited to get what would be my actual first diaper change from her and yet somehow it didn’t seem like that was the case.

She quickly got to work as if she’d done this a million times, unbuttoning the snaps between my onesie as she rolled it up slightly towards my chest revealing my yellow stained diaper covered in little cartoon characters that she effortlessly removed the tapes, pulling the diaper back to expose my bare, naked flesh.

I had always imagined I’d be rock hard if Silvia ever changed my diaper, but somehow it was all too much. I still was so unsure about what was happening that it just didn’t feel right.

She mindlessly wiped around my crotch as if she’d done it before, cleaning all of the little crooks and crannies around my testicles before pulling out the old, and sliding in the new diaper which she quickly sprinkled with powder and taped up.

She crumbled up the old diaper, holding it tightly as she carried it to a nearby diaper genie before returning to snap up my onesie again and help me off the bed.

“Now, you can take your spankings or sit in timeout. Which one will it be?” Silvia asked, slightly tidying up the inside of my crib. “Well?”

“I-” I started, feeling as though I was in a dream.

“You know if you don’t pick one, Mommy is going to make you do both,” Silvia insisted.

“Is this- real?” I stuttered.

“Haha,” Silvia let out unenthusiastically. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t timeout or spanking, Mommy is going to make you do both with a bar of soap in your mouth,”

Her voice was genuine. Even her character. She was behaving exactly as she would aside from the obvious babying of me. Her words, her tone, even her ability to cut through my crap…it was all too real.

“Ti- timeout?” I stuttered, trusting that this was genuine and Silvia would surely follow through on her word.

“Right, off you go then,” She said, gesturing towards the door.

“Uh- where?” I said stupidly, but genuinely wasn’t sure where I was expected to sit through my timeout.

“Stop playing dumb or I’ll double it,” She said, pushing through the door into the living room.

I quickly stumbled after her, surprised to find the living room barely changed with the exception of a small stool that sat in the corner that I could only imagine was supposed to be my intended destination. I slowly made my way before awkwardly sitting down on a stool that was definitely undersized for me, but maybe that was the point?

I stared out into our home as Silvia worked to put the groceries away in the kitchen, still in view as I tried to look for any shifted details, which much like the bedroom there seemed to be a few.

“I’m not starting the timer till you're facing the wall!” Silvia called out from across the house, making eye contact with me.

I awkwardly turned myself around, facing into the corner as I tried to process what could possibly be happening. Was I dreaming? Was I dead?

Time dragged on for what seemed like close to an hour. Truly a horrible way to spend my time but I didn’t dare test this alternative reality Silvia as I knew how hard of a line she usually drew.

“Timeouts over, sweetie,” Silvia's voice echoed out from what I knew as her office. Her voice was quickly followed by her presence as she rounded the corner, greeting me with a smile as I spun back around, lifting my slightly sore butt off the extremely undersized stool I had just spent the better part of an hour on if I had to guess.

“Did we learn something?” She asked.

I stared at her in disbelief, still unsure what was going on. Was there really a learning objective to timeout?

“What do you call me?” She said, seeing the obviously confused look on my face.

“Mommy?” I said quietly, feeling as though I was about to be chastised for even suggesting it.

“Good job!” She cooed, further throwing me off guard as I had never even thought about what that might sound like from her. “Jaydn and his Mommy should be here in another hour or two, so can you make sure your play area in the room and your crib is picked up and ready for Jaydn to stay the night?”

Jaydn? My mind now completely lost as she tried to tell me that one of my best friends would shortly see me and my room.

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Jake, Tom, Mia, and Lily, a tight-knit group of ABDL friends, had been planning their next weekend get-together for weeks. While their regular movie nights and game marathons were always fun, they were in the mood for something different—something that would give them a thrill beyond their usual routine.

On a rainy afternoon, the four of them decided to check out a little-known thrift store on the outskirts of town, rumored to have all sorts of oddities and forgotten treasures. Their ABDL interests were shared among themselves, but they also loved exploring the stranger, more mysterious aspects of life. It was there, in a dusty corner of the shop, that they stumbled upon the Ouija board. The wood was dark, worn smooth from years of use, and the intricate design carved into its surface gave it an ominous, ancient feel.

“Look at this,” Jake said, lifting the board gently from the shelf. “This looks way older than the others I’ve seen.”

Tom glanced over his shoulder. “We should definitely get that for tonight,” he said with a grin, already picturing the group huddled around it.

Mia, ever the curious one, reached out to run her fingers along the carvings. “It has a creepy feel to it, don’t you think?” she asked.

Lily nodded in agreement, her eyes wide with excitement. “Let’s buy it. Maybe we can contact some spirits!”

The decision was unanimous. After paying for the board, they headed back to Mia’s house, eager to dive into their spooky adventure.

Mia’s home was a cozy, old-fashioned house that seemed perfect for their night of ghostly exploration. As night fell, the four friends gathered in her living room. They were already dressed in their usual ABDL attire—soft, pastel-colored onesies and thick, crinkling diapers beneath. It was a comforting tradition for them, a way to feel safe and connected with one another. For this group, embracing their ABDL side was a form of self-expression and bonding.

With candles lit and a sense of childlike excitement buzzing in the air, they prepared for the Ouija board session. Mia sat cross-legged on the floor, the soft padding of her diaper a familiar and reassuring sensation. Jake sprawled out beside her, while Lily and Tom completed the circle around the board, their onesies adding a playful contrast to the serious tone they were about to set.

“You guys ready for this?” Jake asked, placing his hands on the planchette.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Lily replied with a nervous giggle, adjusting the snaps of her pink onesie.

“Let’s ask if any spirits want to talk,” Mia suggested. “Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

With a mix of excitement and nervous energy, they all placed their hands on the planchette, feeling a slight chill in the room as they began to move it in small, slow circles. Tom was the one to ask the first question.

“Is there anyone here with us?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity.

For a moment, nothing happened. The planchette remained still, and the only sound in the room was the soft crinkle of their diapers as they shifted slightly. But then, without warning, the planchette began to move—slowly at first, but with increasing speed. It slid across the board, spelling out letters that formed the name Evelyn.

“Who’s Evelyn?” Mia asked, her brow furrowed in concentration.

They watched as the planchette moved again, this time faster, spelling out: MOTHER.

A shiver ran through the group. “Mother? What does she want?” Lily asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before they could ask another question, the board responded on its own, the planchette moving with eerie precision: CHILDREN.

The candles flickered as the room seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with tension. Jake, trying to lighten the mood, chuckled nervously. “Looks like we’ve got a motherly spirit on our hands.”

Mia wasn’t so sure. She glanced around the dimly lit room, feeling an odd pressure in her chest. “Maybe we should stop. This feels... different.”

Tom, always the skeptic, shook his head. “No way. We’re just getting started. Let’s ask her what she wants from us.”

Reluctantly, the others agreed, placing their fingers back on the planchette. Tom asked, “What do you want us to do, Evelyn?”

The planchette moved, almost as if it were eager to respond: BE MY CHILDREN.

The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, and for a moment, no one spoke. They exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the message. But before they could react further, they all felt it—an invisible force tugging at their minds, a soft voice whispering promises of warmth, comfort, and unconditional love. It was a feeling unlike anything they had experienced before, almost intoxicating in its intensity.

Mia was the first to speak, her voice softer now, more subdued. “It doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Being cared for... loved like that.”

Jake, too, felt the pull, though he tried to brush it off. “I mean, we already play the role of babies sometimes. This is just... another layer, right?”

But Lily, who had always been the most intuitive of the group, sensed something more sinister beneath the surface. “It’s not just about playing anymore,” she said quietly. “There’s something deeper happening. Can’t you feel it?”

As the days passed, the friends found themselves drawn back to the Ouija board again and again. Each time they used it, Evelyn’s presence grew stronger, her promises of love and care more irresistible. Their ABDL lifestyle, once something they indulged in for fun, began to feel more necessary, more comforting than ever before. They wore their onesies and diapers more often, embracing the regression that Evelyn seemed to encourage.

But with each session, subtle changes began to take hold. Jake, who was always the most independent of the group, started relying on others for simple tasks. Mia, normally the voice of reason, found herself becoming more and more fixated on her onesie and pacifiers, as if they were her lifeline. Tom, ever the jokester, started speaking in a babyish lilt without realizing it, his once sarcastic tone replaced by something far more innocent.

Lily noticed the changes most of all. Her friends were losing their grip on their adult selves, and she could feel it happening to her, too. Tasks that once seemed easy now required more concentration, and her motor skills felt sluggish. Worse yet, her control over her bodily functions began to slip. Wetting her diaper, something that had once been an intentional part of their ABDL play, now happened without her even realizing it.

One evening, as they gathered around the Ouija board for yet another session, Mia spoke up, her voice tinged with fear. “Guys, I don’t think I’m in control anymore. I can’t... stop.”

Jake, sitting next to her in a onesie patterned with cartoon animals, nodded in agreement. “Me neither. It’s like I’m becoming someone else.”

Lily bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. “It’s Evelyn. She’s doing this to us. We have to stop using the board.”

Tom, now fully immersed in the regression, giggled as he sucked on a pacifier. “Why stop? It feels good, doesn’t it? To let go?”

As the days blurred into one another, the group found themselves more and more under Evelyn’s spell. She appeared to them in dreams, a comforting yet terrifying figure who promised to take care of them if only they would give themselves over to her fully.

One night, after another unsettling dream of being cradled by the unseen mother, Mia awoke in her crib, her diaper warm and wet. She looked around the room, realizing that the once playful ABDL atmosphere had shifted. Their surroundings, too, had changed subtly. The vintage baby furniture, the soft lullabies playing in the background, all seemed to emanate from a time long past. It was as though they had been transported into the nursery of Evelyn’s world.

The friends began to regress more rapidly, their speech becoming simpler, their thoughts more childlike. Evelyn whispered in their ears, coaxing them to let go of the last remnants of their adult selves. “You’ll never have to worry again,” she promised. “I’ll take care of everything.”

They couldn’t resist the pull any longer. Wetting their diapers became second nature, as did the simple pleasures of playing with toys and being fed from bottles. Even Lily, who had been the most resistant, found herself succumbing to the warmth of Evelyn’s embrace.

Despite the overwhelming comfort they felt, a part of Jake remained aware of what was happening. One night, he gathered the strength to confront the others.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he said, his voice shaking. “We’re losing ourselves. We need to destroy the board.”

But Mia, now fully regressed, only giggled in response, tugging at her onesie as she rocked back and forth. Tom, too, had fallen too far, his once sharp mind now dulled by the constant presence of Evelyn’s love.

It was Lily who understood the urgency of Jake’s words. She struggled to her feet

, her thick diaper crinkling loudly as she moved. “He’s right,” she said, her voice trembling. “We have to end this before we disappear completely.”

Together, Jake and Lily made their way to the living room, where the Ouija board lay untouched for the first time in days. With trembling hands, they lifted it and carried it outside. The night air was cold, a stark contrast to the warm, suffocating presence of Evelyn inside the house.

Without hesitation, Jake smashed the board against the ground, shattering it into pieces. For a moment, nothing happened. But then, a wail echoed through the air, a cry of anguish that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house.

Evelyn’s presence vanished in an instant, leaving the friends gasping for breath, their minds suddenly clear for the first time in weeks.

In the days that followed, the friends slowly began to reclaim their lives. The effects of their regression lingered—there were moments when Jake would catch himself reaching for a pacifier, or when Mia found herself missing the safety of her onesie. But they fought against the pull, determined to rebuild their identities.

Lily, who had been the most aware throughout the ordeal, became the group’s anchor. She reminded them of who they were before Evelyn’s influence, and together, they worked to find a new balance.

Though they still enjoyed their ABDL lifestyle, they made a pact never to let it consume them the way it had during those dark weeks. They kept their onesies and diapers, but with a newfound respect for the boundaries between fantasy and reality.

The Ouija board was gone, but the memory of Evelyn would always haunt them. Sometimes, in the dead of night, they would hear a faint whisper on the wind—a reminder of the mother who had nearly claimed them as her own.

But they had survived. And they would never forget the price of losing control.

Story 1: Baby Ashlynn

It was Friday night, and I was lying in my crib. Ella had offered to let me stay up later, but I was too depressed to do much of anything except sleep. Even in my dreams, I still felt the absence of Tara, a growing cataclysm that I feared would never be filled. I watched the rotating stars and moon above me. What once brought me joy had become tarnished with memories.

I heard the doorbell ring. I assumed it was someone from the school checking on my progress. They had wanted weekly updates from Ella. She had convinced me to write a paper on my experience; after all, I owed the school for everything they had done for me. I rolled onto my side, my back facing the door, as I heard footsteps. Soft voices murmur in the hall.

The door slowly cracked open; I pulled my blanket over my head. I didn’t want to talk; I just wanted to sulk in the darkness. The light flickered on, my crib bars were lowered. I felt a soft hand gently touch my shoulder. I was about to tell Ella off.

I threw off my blanket as I sat up; I could already feel my tears stinging my eyes. I froze, my words turning to ash on the tip of my tongue. Tara was standing in my nursery; she looked as if she hadn’t slept since the last time I saw her—bloodshot eyes from crying. Her hair was a disheveled mess, and she looked like she had lost a few pounds.

“I-I’m sorry…” she muttered, it was almost painful for her to speak.

“Why don’t you lay down with Ashlynn,” Ella said softly.

I could see she wanted to resist, but she looked too broken down to protest. She crawled into my crib. The wooden boards held firm, supporting our combined weight. I had so many questions burning inside of me. I was angry that she had left so suddenly. When she never responded to my messages, I wanted to hate her. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me so tightly it almost hurt, fresh tears falling from her frail-looking eyes.

I felt hollow inside. All my anger vanished in a single moment, leaving an empty hole. I hugged her back, rubbing her back as she cried uncontrollably. I glanced at Ella, who looked like she was on the verge of breaking down herself. Tara had told her something before bringing her to my nursery.

Ella walked out of the room, leaving me with Tara. I felt the pieces of her soul falling apart in my arms. No matter how tightly I held her, I couldn’t stop them from falling. My heart was breaking with hers, and I had no idea how to fix it.

After a few minutes, Ella returned with a warm bottle of milk. “Drink this, dear,” she said; I could hear the tightness in her voice. “You need to eat something light. I also added a sleeping sedative to help.”

Tara hesitantly pulled away from me, wiping away the tears from her eyes, accepting the bottle from Ella, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry…” she muttered. “I don’t mean to be such a burden.”

“Not at all,” Ella said, motioning for Tara to lay down. She grabbed my spare blanket, pulling it over Tara. “Maybe you should help feed her, Ashlynn.”

“What?” I said in disbelief.

“She needs to fill her empty stomach,” Ella said in a stern, motherly voice. “I don’t want her to fall asleep while feeding and choking. I’m surprised she didn’t pass out behind the wheel.” She took the bottle from Tara’s hand and handed it to me.

I took the bottle, awkwardly putting it between Tara’s lips. Her eyes were already half shut. I had to move the rubber nipple before she started sucking. “You make sure she drinks the whole thing,” Ella said.

Tara had fallen asleep a few times, and Ella had to shake her gently. Each time, Tara looked startled, as if she had awoken from a nightmare. Once her senses returned, she would suckle on the bottle. Once the milk was nearly gone, she fell asleep to the point beyond waking her up.

“What happened?” I asked softly.

“It’s not my place to say,” Ella said, tucking the blanket around Tara. “Now lay down and get some sleep.”

“But!” I protested. The look quickly silenced me Ella gave me. Begrudgingly, I laid down. Ella tucked me in, leaning over Tara.

“Good night, you two,” she whispered, walking to the door. She turned the light off, closing the door behind her. I picked up my pacifier, putting it between my lips before closing my eyes. I doubted I would be getting much sleep with so many unanswered questions buzzing in my mind like an angry swarm of hornets.

Ella let us sleep in. Tara was awake before me; the pressure on her bladder had pulled her from her much-needed slumber. Her movement had awoken me. She lowered the crib bars, sliding out of the crib. “Tara?” I said hesitantly.

She remained still for a few moments. “She’s gone,” Tara said, a deep wound scaring her voice. Her words were hollow, devoid of the warmth that usually touched them. “She is just gone…”

“Who’s gone?” I asked, dreading the answer. Her feet dragged across the carpet as she walked out of the room. Her shoulders slouched with her head hanging low. I had never seen someone look so defeated.

I crawled out of my crib. My cold, wet diaper rubbed between my thighs. Ella walked into the room. She gave me a faint smile; I could see she was concerned about Tara. “Did you two sleep ok?” she asked, walking over to my changing table and reaching for a fresh diaper.

I walked over to the table and climbed onto it. “Who’s gone?” I asked timidly as I lay down.

Ella paused for a moment. “Her Mother,” she said, undoing the steps on my diaper. It felt as if a knife was being twisted in my stomach. Neither of us said anything as Ella finished my diaper change. She helped me down, guiding me into the kitchen. Tara was still in the bathroom, and I could hear faint whimpers.

Ella gently knocked on the door. “Tara,” she said softly. “Are you ok?”

The door slightly opened; I couldn’t hear her words. Ella nodded, saying, “Of course.”

The door closed, and I soon heard the shower being turned on. “Let's get you something to eat,” Ella said, helping me into my highchair.

I didn’t feel like eating, but I had no choice. I was fed baby oatmeal with brown sugar sprinkled in it, and a warm bottle of milk was made for me. By the time I was done eating, I heard the shower water turn off. Ella helped me out of my highchair. After wiping me off, she told me to go sit on the couch.

The bathroom door opened, and Tara timidly called out to Ella. I walked slowly to the couch, hoping to hear what was being said. “I think Ashlynn has any clothes that will fit you…” I heard Ella say.

I sat down on the couch. Tara stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around her. Tara followed Ella into the nursery to find her something to wear. I saw my phone light up, and I missed texts from Cathy demanding her pictures. I texted her back, telling her to screw herself before I blocked her number. I no longer cared if she told everyone my secret. The only thing that mattered to me was Tara.

Ella was the first to emerge from the nursery with an embarrassed-looking Tara. She was wearing one of my diapers along with a tight shirt. “I’ll make you something to eat,” Tara said caringly. “Why don’t you sit next to Ashlynn.”

“Are you ok?” I asked as Tara sat next to me. I could hear her diaper crinkling. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. I reach out, gently rubbing her back. She looked like a lost child.

I saw a few tears escape her control.

“I’m sorry,” I said; I felt my throat tightening.

“Accidental overdose,” she said, her voice sounding so frail. “She had hurt her back…” Her throat had tightened, and it became too painful for her to speak. I leaned into her, wrapping my arms awkwardly around her.

Tara lowered her legs, nearly throwing herself into me. I held her close as she cried into my shoulder. I held her until she had started to calm down. I could start to see the relief in her eyes. Tara thanked me for being there for her in her time of need. I told her I would always be there for her.

Ella had put Tara’s clothes in the washer; checking her phone, her phone dinged with a text.

“Ashlynn?” Ella asked as she read her message.

“I don’t care anymore,” I said defiantly.

“Are you certain?” Ella asked.

“What’s going on with Cathy?”

I explained everything to Tara, who listened to every word with great interest. At the end of my story, I was the one crying. I feared Tara was going to find me weird and leave me. She started laughing, catching me off guard.

My cheeks burned, and I crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s not funny…”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Tara said teasingly. “Who am I to judge? I’m sitting in a diaper, nearly half naked.”

“Well… only because your clothes are being washed,” I said timidly.

“Ashlynn,” Tara said softly. “I came here last night because I needed to be close to you. I thought I could handle things on my own. But I got overwhelmed. Being close to you has really helped. Thank you.” She kissed my cheek.

I turned a deep scarlet color. “Y-You don’t think I’m… different?”

Tara smiled, and I felt my heart melt. “I could have asked to borrow some of Ella’s clothes…” her cheeks turned red.

I leaned in, stealing a kiss.

Story 19: Baby Ashlynn 19

A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

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Chapter 39: Miss Kaylee

The group traveled to the glass elevators, Thomas’s Mommy leading the way. They arrived on deck five, traversing the ship's corridors, which were bustling with activity. Hannah was conscious of her overly squishy bum, blushing and fidgeting with her outfit. Hannah gripped Daddy’s hand, ensuring he didn’t walk too fast, but he seemed content to force her to walk, not bothering to scoop her up. 

Hannah wasn’t sure where they were headed, but it seemed the woman had a place in mind. All the restaurants were themed after Littles, and Hannah wondered which one they would enter. A few moments later, they pushed their way into the Binky Bistro. Upon entering the restaurant, Hannah first noticed the pastel-colored decor, with soft blues, pinks, yellows, and greens filling the space. Everything had a gentle, calming aesthetic, and the lighting was warm, casting a soft glow over the room. The tables were rounded and shaped like giant pacifiers, with the base of each table curving up to resemble the soft rubber of a binky. Instead of traditional chairs, the seating consisted of oversized high chairs with padded cushions. The chairs were adjustable, and while even the adult seats were similar, they lacked any restraints and were sized appropriately. 

Around the restaurant were murals of cartoon baby animals happily playing with binkies, bottles, and rattles, adding to the playful atmosphere. The walls were adorned with slowly spinning decorative mobiles, and soft lullabies played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. The ceiling was soft and cloud-like, giving the entire space a dreamy feeling.

A crew member greeted them warmly, “Hi there, five? Right this way.” she said, ushering the group further into the restaurant. 

They were shown to their table, and Hannah, Emily, and Thomas added to the actual highchairs, strapped in nice and tight, the adults taking their seats. “Your server will be right with you.” The receptionist informed them as she left.

Hannah’s wristband buzzed and lit up. “Welcome to the Binky Bistro!” It said. Below the message, the holographic screen had a list of menu options Hannah could choose from. The menu seemed to consist of options catered towards Littles, Mashed Potato Clouds, Mini Grilled Cheese Stars, Carrot and Pea Puree, Bunny Noodles, Chicken Nibblers, Teddy Toast; the list went on. Hannah saw a box she could hit to select an item and checked the one for the noodle dish; it had sounded tasty enough.

The menu changed, listing drinks and various beverages, including flavored milk, fruit juices, and mocktails. Hannah had no intention of drinking milk or juices if she had an option, so she quickly selected a mocktail for a daiquiri. The last thing Hannah needed to choose was a dessert. Once again, she was presented with some fun options: Paci Puffs, Rattle Cake Pops, or Bottle Shakes. Hannah’s mouth was watering at the idea of a delicious cake pop; selecting the option, a message thanking Hannah appeared before the screen winked off. 

Around the table, the rest of Hannah’s party was scrolling through their menus, selecting different options. Everyone finished individually; a waiter stopped by moments later and served drinks. Hannah’s drink was served in a bottle, and the adults were in bottle-shaped glasses with straws. 

“How long have you two been with Daddy?” Thomas’s Mommy asked, smiling at the girls.

Emily said, “I’ve been with him for a month. Hannah is here, only a few days.”

The woman’s eyes widened, “Only a few days? And You’re already going on a cruise! How exciting! You must normally be very well behaved.” she said in a child-like tone to Hannah. “Do you have a Mommy?” 

Hannah and Emily shared a look, Daddy, thankfully, stepping in before they could answer, “They do not, no.” 

Hannah could practically see the sparkle of excitement in the woman's eyes as she sized them up, “A lone Daddy caring for two adorable baby girls, that’s an awful lot of work! Plus, there is stuff only a Mommy can do for her babies.”

Daddy chuckled, “It is a lot of work, but I’m more than happy to do it; I love my girls dearly; how long have you had Thomas?” he asked, redirecting her attention back.

The woman snapped out of her trance, glancing at Daddy and then at Thomas, “I’ve had him for just over a year now, isn’t that right?” she asked, pinching Thomas’s cheek playfully.

Thomas grinned, giggling and squirming, “Yes, Mommy.” he responded as his Mommy felt up his diaper, checking him.

“He’s such a good boy, especially since I took away his potty training. Are you going to take the natural route with them?” The woman asked, her eyes boring into Hannah suddenly.

Hannah felt a cold shiver at her words; what did she mean she took away his control? She hoped the woman only meant he had been trained out of it, but the way she said it, Hannah worried it was something far more nefarious. 

“I prefer the natural route with my girls.” Daddy responded, “They have responded very well to positive reinforcement.”

The woman's eyes lit up, “Really? That’s how I trained Thomas, too! Although he doesn’t need that big boy stuff anymore.” she said, ruffling his hair as their server returned. 

Hannah immediately noticed that the adults had not had to order off the same menu as her. Daddy was still served some sort of beef dish, simmering and sizzling, and Thomas’s Mommy was served some chicken salad. That said, Hannah’s dish didn’t look bad either. The noodles were a pasta dish made with soft, curly noodles and a creamy sauce, topped with carrots sliced to look like little bunnies. Her dessert, a cake pop in the shape of a rattle, dipped in colorful icing and coated in sprinkles. She found it odd that dessert was served simultaneously, but she didn’t question it. Emily was served bite-sized grilled cheese sandwiches cut into star shapes and served with warm tomato soup and mini cream cuffs shaped like pacifiers filled with sweet vanilla cream or chocolate mousse. 

Her food was delicious, as was everything Hannah had tried thus far in the Amazon world. While the food lacked flavor complexity, it made up for its quality. While Daddy didn’t tell Hannah to finish all her food, she knew from experience she would need to clear her plate, and since her food wasn’t disgusting puree, she was more than inclined to do so. Hannah happily finished her meal, ending with the delicious, moist, succulent cake pop, ending her meal with the mocktail. 

“You seem like a nice guy, Welby; how haven’t you married yet? Especially with Little ones!” Thomas’s Mommy continued.

Daddy shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. Hannah thought it odd that Daddy hadn’t lied about his name but was willing to lie about his marital status. “The girls were a recent requirement; I focused heavily on work before them, but I can finally take a more relaxed role and have the time to care for Little ones. As for being married, I have been. Does Thomas not have a Daddy? It seems he could benefit from a strong male role model.”

The woman smiled coyly, “He does not, and he most certainly could, although Thomas here will never have to worry about growing up to deal with the silly nonsense of being a man. I, too, was married once; we split on neutral terms and different interests. Have you considered enrolling your girls in a reprogramming class? They are well-behaved now, but Littles tend to hide their true nature.”

Hannah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Emily looking equally as discomforted, trying to focus on eating rather than the conversation. 

“They were for a week.” Daddy replied, “However, I prefer a more hands-on approach; I prefer to get my hands dirty and do things myself.”

“I like a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.” The woman replied, shifting closer to Daddy, “It’s good to see you aren’t afraid to do what needs to be done. Have you been able to complete their step-down programs yet? What sort of trouble have you encountered, and how have you overcome it?”

Hannah shifted again, feeling her diaper squish beneath her. She had to remind herself that it wasn’t a messy diaper constantly; it was just wet. The line of questioning the woman was asking fell in line with an interview, granted, a very odd interview. It also seemed she was flirting with Daddy, or was she reading too much into it? Hannah glanced at the woman, her legs shifting to point towards Daddy, her elbows on the table, and the look on her face as she studied him. She WAS hitting on him! Granted, it was in a fashion Hannah had never seen before, but the signs were there; it was as if she were testing him, seeing if he were a potential mate. The idea made Hannah increasingly uncomfortable, sitting awkwardly between them as they chatted. 

“They are both well advanced in most areas of their program.” Daddy explained, “We’ve had some trouble, but ever since I took complete control, it’s gone far smoother. They are rewarded for good behavior and punished for bad behavior. They haven't been wholly desexualized yet, but I see that as a tool, a reward for extra good behavior. Over time, it’ll fade, especially as we get closer to completion. Has Thomas responded well to positive reinforcement? What sort of techniques have you found that worked well for him?”

The woman grinned, leaning back, her finger twirling the straw in her drink, “For him, I’d never stimulate him directly during the early days, Thomas. Honey, why don’t you tell the nice man what you would do?”

Thomas giggled, blushing, “That’s big boy stuff, Mommy; I shouldn’t talk about it.”

“Just this once, pumpkin, only to explain what you used to do, how naughty you used to be.” his Mommy replied.

Thomas looked down but did explain, “Well, Mommy would put me in humpers, which only work once you are wet and messy, and I’d have playtime with my stuffies until I had big boy feelings and…” he trailed off, seemingly mortified at his admission.

“He would make cummies.” Thomas’s Mommy finished with a grin, “But, of course, that was a long time ago; you don’t need that silliness anymore!” 

Thomas perked up, shaking his head and smiling once again, “Nuh-uh! I’m Mommy’s little pamper packer!” he said with a giggle.

Hannah wasn’t even the one who had admitted it, and she blushed deeply. She had no clue what these humpers were, but considering they seemed to be a type of diaper, she could infer what they did. She was equally embarrassed to hear that they had been used to entice Thomas to enjoy using his diapers; she hoped Daddy wasn’t taking notes. 

Hannah’s many drinks were catching up to her yet again, and she felt her bladder aching. She sighed, relaxing, letting it soak into her diaper, swelling further. Hannah had no clue how much more these could fit; hopefully, Daddy would change her soon. She wanted to bring it to his attention but feared what would happen if she did. As Daddy had said, Hannah had to trust that he knew what he was doing.

Daddy had been looking between Emily and Hanna but glanced back at the woman, “I will certainly have to keep that in mind. How long were you and your ex together?” once again, changing the subject.

The woman sat back, glancing at Thomas, “Four years, although that was a while ago. Once we split, I took on Thomas to help me get over my grief; I’ve poured all my love and devotion into him.” he said, smiling and kissing Thomas’s forehead, “What about you?”

Daddy grimaced, “We were only together for two years, but we split recently.” he admitted. 

Daddy declined to admit that it had only been a day since their departure, although Hannah knew it would likely protect them as much as it was to defend himself. The less this woman knew of their true nature, the less likely she would be able to backstab them should she find they were wanted criminals.

Thomas’s Mommy winced, glancing at Daddy, “I’m sorry.” she said softly, her playful nature replaced with genuine sincerity, “Does it still hurt?”

Hannah had been so wrapped up in their escape she hadn’t stopped to think about Daddy or his feelings. She felt ashamed at this; Hannah’s life on the Amazon world had been one of constant turmoil, bouncing from one chaotic mess to the next, fending for herself as much as she was battling for Emily. Hannah had constantly been looking out for herself, thinking internally, and being trapped in a world that deemed her incapable of self-preservation. These Amazons, for all their quarks, still had human-like emotions. Hannah had seen it before; Daddy, for his stoic nature, cared deeply. She had seen it in his face when they were picked up from school, at the park, or put to bed; Daddy cared deeply. 

Hannah saw it in his face as he was asked the question; a world of pain was hidden just beyond the facade of a strong parental figure. Being sent away had been a mild upset to Hannah, bouncing from one place to the next. To Daddy, however, his entire life had come crumbling down. Daddy spent his whole life developing his career and skills, stoking a relationship, and presumably marrying the love of his life. They fought to have their children and fostered a solid parental connection while raising Little Evan. 

To Hannah, she had been able to escape a woman who wanted to torture her and left a brother behind whom she genuinely didn’t know or understand. To Daddy, his grief ran much more profound. To him, he had left behind his son; he had left behind an entire life. Daddy’s whole world had been shattered, his life strewn amongst the ruins of Hannah’s harrowing escape. Daddy’s eyes met Hannah’s; she saw a deepness to him he frequently hid. She was his daughter, even if it had only been a few days. Daddy hadn’t just sided with her and Emily; his life had been entirely upended because he wanted to protect them; he genuinely believed he was doing what was right by them. Daddy could have quickly gone with what Mommy wanted, sending them off to have their minds wiped, denying any connection to the Resistance; it would have been so easy for him.

Their eyes met, and Hannah could see the agony in his eyes. He hid it well, but he had been crying. Hannah could see the subtle tear-stained cheeks, now wiped clean, the sleeplessness in his eyes from a long, uncomfortable night of silently weeping for his loss. Daddy put on a solid front for Emily and her because it was what a parent did for their child. At this moment, Hannah saw through the mask to the natural man beyond, and she wanted to cry for him. Despite the crack in his facade, Daddy met her eyes and smiled; oh, how he still smiled. The smile made Hannah want to run to him and hug him tightly; even now, with his guard down, he still put on a solid front for Hannah. This man was far more than met the eye.

Daddy’s eyes never left Hannah, nodding softly, “Yes.” he whispered. 

Thomas’s Mommy extended a hand, laying it atop Daddy’s, “I’m sorry.” she replied softly, Daddy’s attention shifting to her, “I understand your pain.”

Daddy smiled in return, “I appreciate it; I will be fine.”

Hannah’s heart ached for the man. She could see now how much Daddy hurt, and she felt powerless to help. The woman turned to Hannah and Emily, “Why don’t we hang out the rest of the day, and I take the girls tonight?”

Daddy glanced at Hannah and Emily, shaking his head, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be away from them.”

“I understand; allow me to extend my expertise and at least take some of the burden then.” The woman responded, squeezing Daddy’s hand, “I know the pain you are going through, Welby; I will not try to take her place, but at least let me do you this small favor.”

Daddy turned to her; his eyes had gone a pinch glassy, although he quickly recovered and stifled his emotions. Hannah’s heart ached for the man; he nodded slowly, turning to the girls, “Girls, I’d like to formally introduce you two to Miss Kaylee.” 

Miss Kaylee turned to them, offering a warm smile, “Hi, you two, it’s nice to meet you.”

For as much trouble as the woman had caused, she respected Miss Kaylee for helping Daddy in a time of need. Hannah smiled, returning her greeting, “Nice to meet you,” Emily followed suit. 

“You’re both very good girls for finishing all your food. I’m sure after all that, you two need fresh diapers; why don’t we get you both changed?” Miss Kaylee asked, standing and proceeding to help pull the girls from their highchairs. 

Daddy observed, tracking Miss Kaylee's motions, and while he didn’t say anything, Hannah could tell he was conflicted. On the one hand, Daddy wanted to protect and care for them, but he had thrown away his entire life to do what he felt was right. Yet, on the same token, he hurt deeply, and Hannah wondered how long he could keep up the strong front. As much as Daddy didn’t want to admit it, he needed help, so it was with reluctance that he didn’t step in as Miss Kaylee scooped Hannah into her arms, helping Emily and Thomas down from their high chairs and holding hands as they left the restaurant. Hannah found it interesting that they didn’t need to pay, but if everything was included as the crew member had indicated, perhaps they didn’t need to. 

Daddy followed behind, and while he closely watched them, Hannah could tell the man needed help. Miss Kaylee led their party down the deck to a changing area, laying Hannah down first as she still carried her. “Positive reinforcement.” Miss Kaylee said to herself, she felt at Hannah’s diaper, smiling, “Such a good girl! Do you need to go poopies at all, sweetie? That was a big meal you had!” 

Hannah felt her face flushing in embarrassment at the question. While Hannah would have been helped over to the potty to relieve herself in any other situation, it was evident she would be permitted no such luxury. While Miss Kaylee gave Hannah the decency of allowing her to go now and have a clean diaper for longer, she made it evident that Hannah would be using her diaper if she needed to go.

“I, umm, maybe…” Hannah admitted, blushing, “I’ll try.”

“Here, let me help.” Miss Kaylee said with a smile.

Hannah’s first instinct was to be afraid and get away from this woman. No, in her history of being here, Amazon had good intentions regarding Hannah’s bathroom habits. Allowing an Amazon to ‘help’ her go seemed utterly lousy. Instead of forcing something into Hannah, the woman peddled Hannah’s legs in either hand. What on Earth was she doing? Miss Kaylee peddled Hannah several times, bringing her ankles together and pushing them towards Hannah’s tummy. The nature of the peddling was to help promote movement, and bringing her legs up like this helped force Hannah’s body to push.

As Hannah’s legs were brought towards her tummy, she felt a gurgling, gas escaping, and suddenly she was pooping herself. Hannah’s face flushed deeply as the mess pushed into the tight confines of her diaper. Miss Kaylee relaxed her grip, peddling and making again, but Hannah’s diaper swelled even more. Hannah was mortified, lying there as the woman helped her poop herself. After several cycles, the woman lay Hannah’s legs back down and popped the tabs of her diaper, humming softly.

“There we go! Such a good girl! I’m proud of you.” Miss Kaylee said, a warm fluttering feeling filling Hannah’s heart at the praise, “Let’s get you into a nice, clean diaper.” 

While Miss Kaylee may have been more adaptable at changing boys' diapers, she was no stranger to girls either and quickly changed Hannah, thankfully fitting her into a fresh, clean Little’s diaper this time. Hannah felt relieved at not being forced into another squish diaper. Hopefully, she wouldn’t find herself in other ‘fun’ diapers.

Hannah’s diaper was pulled into place, Miss Kaylee leaning down and kissing the front of her clean diaper before playfully blowing a raspberry on Hannah’s tummy. Hannah squirmed and squealed in surprise as Miss Kaylee pulled her shorts back into place. She lifted Hannah from the changing table, patting her bum and offering her to Daddy.

“One down, three to go.” Miss Kaylee said with a smile as Daddy took Hannah in his arms. 

Daddy nestled Hannah in the crook of his arm as if he were holding an infant, smiling down at her. “Hi, baby girl,” he said warmly.

Despite the pain Hannah and Emily had caused this man, Daddy still loved them; he cared for them and their wellbeing. Hannah desperately wanted to repay this man for all the hardship he endured on their behalf. If any person ever deserved it, it was Daddy. This man had been through hell and back for them; Hannah’s heart ached for him. Laying there in his arms, she realized that while she couldn’t directly help, she couldn’t exactly help him find new love, but maybe there was something she could do. 

Daddy had fought tooth and nail for his girls; he wanted them so badly he had been imprisoned for what he believed in. Hannah felt shame for forcing him to be hard on her and strict with her. Hannah realized that the best way she could help Daddy was to be a good girl for him. 

Hannah grinned, giggling and nestling into his arm, “Daddy.” she replied with a playful smile. 

She reached up to Daddy’s face, making a playful gesture. Daddy smiled at her, resting his cheek in her open palm, “My sweet, baby girl.” 

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The day was largely uneventful compared with last night.

It was the same parade of very efficient day nurses checking my condition, checking my pain, and, true to Nurse Emma's word, both the constant replacement of my water flasks, and the resulting required assistance with slightly awkward but far less embarrassing toileting.

And then there were the tests. A few doctors dropping in to ask if it hurts "there", or how dizzy I'd felt, an ultrasound, a blood test, and the promised MRI this afternoon, which again as predicted, had been delayed until the very late afternoon.

On the fortunate side, my doctors seemed to indicate that they were less concerned about my mobility. By the late afternoon, I was allowed to move my bed, to eat with my hands, and when the time came for my MRI, I was allowed a wheelchair instead of a gurney. On the unfortunate side, movement was still a bit painful, and when I was moved from the bed to the wheelchair, I did feel massively dizzy and surprisingly weak in the legs. I guess I have a little more time for recovery before I can get out of here. Which means I had to expect at least another night in the care of Nurse Emma.

But what I didn't expect was my night with her to start this early, as I was wheeled out of my room my whirlwind in pink scrubs appeared to take me to the MRI lab. "Hello! I'm starting a bit early tonight, isn't that nice? I'll still be with you all night, but now I also get to accompany you down to your test, isn't that fun?"

Her high energy struck me as always, never sure if I was supposed to reply or just nod politely as she detailed my care. "You know, the radiologist who will be doing your MRI is a friend of mine! Jen is amazing, she's the technician here, but also she's studying for her own doctorate and is researching the most interesting of fields, I don't know if you'll get to see her, but I know you'll hear her voice and she'll take very good care of you."

I was wheeled through several halls and into an elevator. Although the traffic was steady, as the doors closed, I found myself alone with Nurse Emma. "And then of course, we'll work out what fun we're going to have tonight. I brought a few things with me tonight which I know you're going to love, but we're also going to have some fun finding out exactly what things you do like"

With a ding, the elevator opened again, and I was wheeled through more halls to a fairly stark room, with a giant white machine with a comparatively small hole in the middle. I'd seen MRI machines before in medical shows and movies, but being here in the room I realised why they always warn you about possible claustrophobia when you are put into one.

"Okay, well, let's get you all set up for the very standard tests first. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about, just listen to Jen's instructions and we'll get through nice and quickly. I'll be in the monitoring room with her when we're ready to go." She helped me out of my wheelchair, taking a surprising amount of my weight as she guided me to the bed portion of the machine. She fit me with glasses with mirrors on them allowing me to look out of the machine if I felt nervous, a set of headphones specifically designed not to cause magnetic interference and strapped my head into a padded rest designed to minimise movement to allow better images of the brain.

"Okay, that's all set. Now. Before we carry on, I mentioned that Jen is also researching for her doctorate. She's studying the brain's responses to a lot of stimuli, but don't worry, nothing painful! We're going to start with your normal scan, but if you consent, we'd also like to keep you in for a little longer afterwards to help her with her study. Is that okay?"

"Er.. I suppose?" I answered. I didn't want to be stuck down here too long, but on the other hand, I was already here, and besides, I was already very used to just going with whatever Nurse Emma suggested, after all this was the first time I was given any say in the matter.

"Well, I need a little more enthusiasm there, my guy. Say I consent for me, nice and clearly" I couldn't see so well with my head strapped down, but I could picture the look on her face, strongly suspecting her ever expressive eyebrow to be raised. My urge to obey only continued.

"I consent, Nurse Emma" I managed.

"That's it. Well done. I'll see you soon!" I heard her wheel the wheelchair out of the room, before hearing the hum of the machine start to ramp up. A new voice hit my ears across the headphones. It was deeper than Nurse Emma's and I wasn't sure if it was just my mood, but I found myself wondering how phone sex line worker pay would compare to MRI technician wages.

"Hello there! I'm Jen, I'll be running your scan for you today. I can hear you if you need to say anything, or if you get a little overwhelmed, but if nothing is wrong, I would ask you to stay as still as you can and try not move, including your mouth. I'm going to slide you in now, so try to keep your breathing as steady as you can, and I'll tell you if I need you to hold your breath for little bits when we get to it. Shouldn't be too long, and then Emma will help me with the more interesting bit. Thank you for helping with my study by the way. Here we go"

And in I went. It was loud, but the headphones shielded a lot of the hum, and although it took long enough for my anxiety to tell me that something was wrong, I was comforted by the sound of Jen's voice muttering "Looks good". I wondered if it was the image or my body that was looking okay, but also knew I wasn't meant to talk, and that screwing up the images would just mean I'm in here longer.

Finally, I felt the bed start moving slowly out, but it stopped short. My head and shoulders were still in the big white tube, but the rest of me was now sticking out of the machine.

"Uh..?" I started before being cut off.

"Uh-uh. Still no talking." the voice of Jen came in through the headphones again. "We're done with your scan and now it's time for mine. I don't need to see your whole body, just your brain, so we're just leaving that in. Just stay still, Emma will be back in in just sec"

Right on time I heard the door to the room open and close. I heard her voice float in towards me from down towards my feet "Okay, so here comes the fun part. Emma's study looks at cortical localisation of stimulus response when people who are predisposed to certain paraphilias are exposed to them. In other words what part of your brain lights up when kinky people are being kinky"

I felt a shuffling around my hospital gown and a slight cold rush in my legs. "Which of course makes you perfect, as we discovered last night. And, because we got such a lovely baseline from your previous scan, we can use it to work out what works for you and what doesn't!"

The padding scootched under my rear more than I heard the crinkling sound, but I knew exactly what was happening. Nurse Emma was diapering me again. I felt my body respond, my cheeks going red and my cock start to harden. "Wowza!" I heard Jen's voice exclaim from over the headphones. "Whoops, sorry. Never mind me, just listen to Emma now."

A giggle drifted towards me from Nurse Emma as she finished taping me up before my hardening cock could get too much in the way. "Well I guess your brain lit up! Now, let's keep it going. Remember, no talking, and try not to move your head. I'm going to talk to you in a moment, and I don't want you to answer, I just want you to listen and let yourself respond naturally."

I resisted the urge to nod or confirm and instead waited. "Nicely done. Good boy!" There was a pause, and then I heard the door open and close again, before a slight muffle on my headset and Nurse Emma's bubbly voice come through instead of Jen's. "Well, I can see you like being called a good boy. But I wonder, is that because you're just a little baby who needs a Mommy to take care of him?"

While I felt the slight surge of embarrassment at her words, I found myself wanting to tell her that it wasn't so much the adult baby side of things that got me going. Apparently though my brain was doing the work for me. "Oh! Interesting, not so much! Well okay. But you certainly liked me putting you in that big crinkly baby diaper last night, didn't you?" My mind shot back to the moment last night when she not only changed me into a humiliating patterned diaper, but also had just watched me have an accident in the previous one completely without control.

"Mmmhmm.. I see. So that's a yes. So it's not that it was a baby diaper, it's that it was an embarrassing one." I thought back to the moment I intentionally wet that diaper later in the night, and the feeling that accompanied it. I felt my cock harden once again. "Mmm, well that's fun. Let's see how much. My little dear, I want you to look through your mirror glasses for me, and take a look at what you're wearing right now."

My eyes shot open. I'm not sure I realised I'd been keeping them closed this whole time. I looked into the mirror glasses and tried to make the upside down image work in my brain. I spotted the colour first. Then the size. I was wearing an enormous puffy pink diaper. Oh. My. God.

"Huh! I see! Well, I'm very very pleased that you like it! You're just a little puddin' who's a sucker for diaper humiliation. That's heaps of fun. Let's see what that looks like a bit more... okay, how about you wet for me again. I know you'll need to, they've been throwing water at you all day!"

I blushed again. Was I really going to be an active part of this? Did I even have a choice? To be fair, I did have a very full bladder, I'd assumed it was needed for the scan, because I hadn't been offered the toilet before I was taken out. And then there was the memory of last night. Wetting did feel good. I found myself letting go. I wasn't sure if I'd made the conscious choice or if my subconscious was leading the way, it certainly seemed to be answering all the questions. I felt the same rush as the pink diaper got heavier around my waist. I couldn't look away from the mirror glasses as I saw it start to bulge out slightly.

I heard some small noises over my headphones, like they'd left the microphone on but weren't speaking into it. "Holy Moly!" another exclamation from Jen, and then a giggle from Nurse Emma. Her voice jumped back into my hear loud and clear, "Oh what a good little wetter! You clearly enjoyed that. This is very much your thing! Okay.. let's see... what else..." there was a little pause "Now, what about if it were me diapered instead of you?"

I couldn't help it. At her words the image jumped into my head. The same puffy pink diaper I was wearing peeking out from the waist of her matching pink scrubs. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't spent many nights thinking and watching videos about pretty women in crinkly diapers, but this was a much more real image. "Oh, I see, you don't mind that idea at all. Hrrm, and while we're all getting changed, what about if I sent you back to your room not in your little hospital gown, but in my pretty pink scrubs? Ah huh! And my bra to go with it?"

That was completely from left field. Even I could feel without the live image of my brain on a screen that I was responding positively to the idea. Mostly I could imagine the moment she strapped the bra on me, and the feeling of humiliation of being wheeled back through the hospital in bright pink clearly women's cut scrubs.

"I see! So you're a pretty kinky one! Not just your specific one, but other things too. Just as long as it hits than humiliation factor... and it doesn't even have to be your embarrassment. Neat!" Another pause. I couldn't believe it. I was being interrogated, completely successfully without saying a single word. Part of me wondered if the brain scan was even working, or if they were just drawing the conclusions they wanted to, which just so happened to match me.

"Okay. Almost there. Last thing. So. Kinky boy. How often do you cum, per day on average?" I stopped, confused. Surely my brain lighting up wouldn't give them that answer. I wondered if I should reply, and started to move my mouth a little. "Nope. Shh. Still no words. Just listening still. Once a week..." I awkwardly thought about it.. not even close.

"No.. okay, going to guess more not less... Once a day?" Part of me really didn't want to admit this one. I could imagine the image of a sad me masturbating alone to my diaper porn. I tried to clear my mind, redirect it, surely give them less to work with. "Not quite.. interesting.. So, multiple times a day is your usual!" I felt the surge of embarrassment take me again, my attempt to control my mind completely failed.

"Mmm, well! That must be getting quite uncomfortable. Given that it's now been at least two days you've gone without, plus the fun we've been having here. My poor little diaper boy. Feeling a little... chaste?" I knew exactly what she was doing. You don't consume a lot of diaper or domination or even humiliation pornography without encountering chastity belts. But the fact that I knew what she was doing didn't stop her knowing exactly how I was responding. I heard the giggle again.

"Such a kinky boy... Or should I say my kinky diaper.. girl?" Now she was playing me like an instrument. After her little scrubs suggestion, I was already playing with that humiliation in my mind, even if I hadn't spent much time considering it in the past. "Okay, sorry, couldn't resist, it's just so much fun watching your brain light up! Right, we're all done here, time to get you back to your room."

I heard the machine power down, and the bed slide out the rest of the way. I let my breath come in and out deeply. That was mortifying, but one of the most erotic experiences I'd ever had. I heard the slight muffle of my headphones and the deep sultry voice of Jen come through again. "That was.. incredible data. Thank you so much! Please maybe consider coming by again when you're feeling well, I'd love to try another session for my study!"

The door sound came again, but with my head still strapped into the padding I couldn't look over. Instead I felt the glasses and headphones removed from my head and Nurse Emma slide into my field of vision. "Nicely done! We helped Jen and found out what you really enjoy! Part of me wonders if you even knew about some of it! Now, there's one more thing we need to do, and, as much as I'd have liked to do it while we were looking at your brain, it involves a little bit of metal which cannot be used in here when the machine is on..."

She disappeared from my view gain, and I heard the tapes and crinkle of my diaper being opened. My hard teased cock jumped to life, only to be greeted by the sudden coldness once again, only this time it was what felt like an icepack wrapped around me. It did the job well, and despite how overwhelming this whole experience had felt, I was once again soft.

Then came the fiddling and clanking sounds. Unable to move my head I could only guess what was happening, but my fears were confirmed when I heard that tell tale sound. Click! She'd locked me in chastity. "There! That will make your changes a little easier, and make sure you don't leak or get up to any naughty business while I'm tending to other patients tonight! Now, you might also think you're getting a change now, but this diaper can take a whole lot more, and besides, the pink is so cute on you!"

She taped me up again, and finally unstrapped my head before helping me up and back into my wheelchair. "There we go! So, I've decided you don't need to wear my scrubs back to your room" She paused for a little giggle "But, I'd recommend keeping your legs as closed as you can, that hospital gown will only hide that big fluffy pink diaper so much!"

My cheeks shot red and I tried to close my legs around the bulk between them. I couldn't help but feel this was going to be a long night.

After having my child I had problems peeing myself. Which is something that had never happened before. I was worried about going out and not being immediately near a bathroom so I started wearing pull-ups/diapers when I knew that was a possibility.

Very soon after I started this, I went on a walk with my friend McKenzie. We went on a beautiful nature hike near our house. She was aware of everything that had been happening and I remember just pausing and being like “shit I really need to pee like now!” And we were on a path that didn’t have any good options. Plus we weren’t the only people there.

I was all of a sudden extremely anxious and embarrassed and she just pulled me in and wrapped her arms around me and lightly started shushing me telling me it’s ok, and was just rubbing my back and I felt sooo calm and just sunk into her and started peeing. When I was done she said “see that wasn’t too bad, let’s find a spot to change”

We walked off the path and found a place. I had new diapers in my bag and she just told me I had already been through enough and offered to help change me 🫠

So I layer down and she put my legs up and wiped me and told me I look so pretty down there and put on my new diaper while telling me I’ve been such a brave girl

I didn’t really know what to think, I remember just feeling sooo much nervous excitement. Then from that day on she was like my mommy. Would come over or meet me out and tell me she wanted to check if I was wet, and would put her hand on the outside of my diaper. It drove me wild.

Eventually she started buying me gifts like binkis and cuter diapers and clothes and one of those leg spreader things so I couldn’t walk when she was over.

She would change me and say it’s time for a bath and would shave me down there saying girls like me aren’t supposed to have hair there. Honestly it was exhilarating!!!

Finally she started really making it sexual and would bring toys and remote control vibrators and give me nighttime playtime before bed. But I was not allowed to do it myself. Usually I would have a binki in and she would tell me what is going to happen.

The last few times she was over before she moved, she would have me on my play mat and told me she would be right back, leave the room for like 15 minutes and come back with a cup of my husbands cum, pull it into a syringe and lay me back, injecting it inside me telling me it was my medicine 💜💜 one time literally bringing over her boyfriends cum doing the same thing. I didn’t find out until after she left that she would leave the room, have my husband cum in her, and let it leak out into the cup. Like obviously she was getting it from him but I thought it was from like a handjob. Before she left she started calling herself mommy and my husband daddy.

It was a beautiful whirlwind of emotions and I really wish we could have seen how far it would go

Anyways thought yall would enjoy! I’m sure there are plenty of fun stories out there of how we got into this kink!

Chapter 10 - Why Do I Love This?

I had almost fallen asleep on Daddy after the movie when I saw the headlights dance across the windows at the front of the house and heard the crunch of gravel under tires. I tensed and leaned into Daddy’s body. He rubbed my back.

“Are you ready, babygirl?” Daddy asked.

“Do you think they’ll make fun of me?” I nervously replied.

“Oh sweetie, they’re going to love you,” Daddy assured me. “Besides, they won’t have time. They’re punishment starts the second they walk in the door.”

I giggled. Partly from nerves, but mostly from excitement. Thinking about April and Summer getting punished was seriously turning me on. Daddy stood up.

“You wait here on the sofa,” Daddy told me, “and you’ll get a nice little show.”

Moments later, the doorbell rang. I hugged my knees to my chest and peed a little into my diaper. It was one thing to be with Daddy, but for two people my age to see me as a little girl in her diapers was another thing altogether. How would this play out?

Daddy waited a moment before opening the door. He wasn’t doing anything, I think he was just making them wait. I heard him pull the door open.

“Hi Daddy,” I heard Summer and April greet him in unison.

The already palpable tension built as Daddy didn’t respond, again making them wait.

“You two are in very big trouble,” Daddy said, sternly accentuating the last three words.

“Yes Daddy,” I heard them respond.

Then I heard a squeal and a gasp, and seconds later, Daddy was leading them by their wrists into the living room. He moved so fast, sitting down in the armchair across from me, that they didn’t even notice me on the couch. April started to turn around, but Daddy stopped her.

“Eyes forward,” Daddy ordered.

Both girls snapped to attention and faced him. Daddy’s voice made it clear that he meant business.

“You two are going to be taught a lesson,” Daddy explained. “And you are going to show my new little baby girl what happens when you’re a bad girl.”

“Yes Daddy,” both girls responded.

Daddy brought April over his knee, facing the opposite side of the room from where I sat. I could see her butt cheeks peeking out from under her short little skirt. Daddy pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her torso down and ass up. I could see her boobs as her crop top hung down. 

“Summer,” Daddy ordered. “Take off April’s skirt.”

Summer immediately obeyed, quickly yanking April’s skirt over her ass and down to the floor. I could now see April’s entire butt and a little peek at the folds of her pussy. I squirmed in my seat, my diaper crinkling.

“April,” Daddy ordered. “Your shirt.”

April, just as quickly as Summer, tore off her shirt, leaving her completely naked on Daddy’s lap. I, almost unconsciously, drew a hand to my breast, feeling my hard nipple beneath my fingers.

“Summer.” Daddy demanded, one word conveying his message.

Summer quickly stripped off her clothes as well and knelt at Daddy’s side, eyes level with her girlfriend’s naked ass. A shudder ran through my body at the sight of these two gorgeous naked girls in front of me. Do I like girls?

SMACK!

Daddy’s hand cracking down on April’s bare ass jolted me from my thoughts. 

“April, tell my baby girl what you did wrong,” Daddy said.

“I was a bad girl,” April answered, “because I didn’t help Summer get to the potty on time. And since I didn’t help her, she peed her panties. Then I got my panties all dirty to help clean her up. So since I couldn’t wear wet panties, I was out at the concert with no panties on! So I wasn’t a good helper, I got my panties too dirty to wear, and I was out in public with no panties. And that’s why I am a bad girl who needs to be punished.”

As soon as she finished, Daddy spanked her five times, leaving her right butt cheek reddened under his hand. I could see a long string of juice dangling from her pussy as he slid her off of his lap and onto the floor next to Summer. Daddy then pulled Summer onto his lap with a smack across her butt.

“Summer, tell my little girl why you’re a bad girl,” Daddy demanded.

“I waited to long too go potty and then I peed my panties,” Summer replied. “And then I got my pee on April’s panties and we both spent the rest of the day with no panties on.”

Daddy spanked her five times, just like he did with April. When he was done, he guided her back to the floor.

“Ok girls,” Daddy began, standing up in front of the girls. “Was that a good enough punishment or do you think you still need to learn a lesson?”

“I think we need more punishment,” April answered.

“Yes Daddy, we were very bad girls,” Summer added.

“What do you think the next part of your punishment should be?” Daddy asked.

“We could clean each other up,” Summer offered.

“Or we could suck Daddy’s cock,” April said.

“Those sound more like rewards to me,” Daddy said sternly, before looking at me. “Baby girl, what did Daddy do when you wet your panties?”

“Daddy changed me into my diaper,” I answered.

“And what did Daddy do when you were a bad girl?” he asked.

“You put me in time out,” I answered meekly.

“That’s right, good girl,” Daddy said, smiling at me. “Come over here sweetheart.”

I slid off of the couch and walked over, the soft sound of my diaper crinkling the only noise in the room. I blushed as I stood next to Daddy and faced April and Summer. Their eyes widened and they smiled as they saw me. 

“Say hi, baby girl,” Daddy told me.

“Hi Summer, hi April,” I said quietly, blushing some more.

“Hi Julie!” April squealed.

“Oh my god you are just the cutest!” Summer added.

I blushed again. I let my eyes wander over their bodies. Summer’s small boobs, bigger than mine but smaller than April’s, and her tight little slit. April’s blooming flower of a pussy, still dripping. Without realizing it, I licked my lips, and both girls smiled wickedly.

“Julie, can you do me a favor?” Daddy asked.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied.

“Will you share some of your diapers with Summer and April?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, Daddy!” I answered.

“Good girl,” Daddy smiled. “Run upstairs and get them for me, please.”

I did what Daddy said. I ran up to his room, got two of my diapers, and ran back down, handing the diapers to Daddy.

“Such a good girl,” Daddy said. “But if these two are going to be your babysitters, I think we need to show them how to take care of my little girl.”

Daddy stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He faced me toward the girls, and slipped his hands under the straps of my romper. Daddy slowly slid his hands down my arms, pulling the straps. The romper briefly caught on my hard nipples before my little boobs popped into view. Daddy continued guiding his hands down until my diaper was exposed and my romper was a puddle at my feet.

“Now girls, what do you think of my little Julie?” Daddy asked them.

“Oh Daddy, she has the cutest little titties!” April gushed.

“And I love her adorable little diaper,” Summer said.

I blushed and giggled. Daddy brought his hands to my waist, and then started sliding his hands up.

“She does have the cutest little titties,” Daddy said, his hands caressing my small breasts as he spoke. “And, as her babysitters, you should know how sensitive they are.”

Daddy started gently massaging my breasts and gently pulling on my nipples. I whimpered and squirmed and, after a minute, shuddered as I came, squirting a little into my diaper.

“Oh my god,” Summer gasped.

“Did you just come?” April asked.

I nodded shyly. Daddy slid his hands down my small body.

“Julie is very sensitive,” Daddy explained.

Daddy’s hands settled at the front of my diaper. He tore open the tabs, and my wet diaper fell to the floor with a plop. Both girls gasped when they saw my pussy. Daddy brought his hand to it.

“Julie, tell your babysitters what this is,” Daddy said.

“My butterfly,” I answered.

“It’s so pretty,” Summer said, smiling up at me.

Daddy sat down and sat me on his lap, spreading my legs so the girls could see my butterfly open up in front of them. He then slid his hand back down, sliding a finger, then two, inside of me, before pulling them out and rubbing circles on my clit. In a matter of seconds, I cried out as I came, squirting all over Summer and April. When I came down from my orgasm, I opened my eyes to see April and Summer, faces dripping and heaving tits wet with my juices. They both looked like they wanted to devour me, and I would let them.

“Now that you know how sensitive my little girl is,” Daddy began, “You need to learn how to change her diaper. Do you girls know how to do that?”

“Yes Daddy,” they responded in tandem.

“Good.” Daddy replied. “Summer, put April’s diaper on and then April you can put Summer’s on.”

I watched as Summer put one of my diapers on April, and as April did the same for Summer. Once the girls were done, they resumed their positions kneeling at Daddy’s feet. 

“Very good.” Daddy said. 

Daddy had them both stand, and then faced them toward each other until their tits were touching. Both girls were breathing heavily, their bodies flush and nipples erect, brushing against each other with each breath. Daddy had them clasp their hands behind their backs.

“The last part of your punishment is time out,” Daddy explained. “You will stand here. You will not move, you will not talk. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy,” they replied in unison.

“Julie, can you tell Summer and April when your time out ended?” Daddy asked.

“When I went pee-pee,” I replied.

“That’s right,” Daddy agreed. “Since you got pee all over your panties, you’re in diapers. But we don’t waste diapers in this house. So you two are in time out until you both have wet diapers. Now, I’m going to put Julie into a fresh, clean diaper and I expect to find you here exactly as you are now when we come back.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes off of their nipples. Watching Summer’s B-cups rub up against April’s C-cups had me dripping and longing for these two beautiful women. Why did this get me so wound up? Was it the punishment? The nudity? Or was it the women? Do I like women? Why do I love this? I would have stared at their tits all night had Daddy not scooped me up and carried me upstairs.

Daddy laid me on his bed and put me into a new diaper. 

“Did my little girl like her show?” Daddy asked.

“Yes Daddy, I liked it a whole lot,” I said.

“Are you excited to have babysitters?” Daddy asked.

“Yes Daddy!” I exclaimed. “Daddy?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can I play with them and make cummies?” I asked.

“If it’s okay with them, it’s okay with me,” Daddy said as he picked me back up.

Daddy carried me back downstairs. The girls were exactly where we left them, but I could tell they were even more turned on. Daddy put me down on the couch and walked over to the girls. He cupped both of their diapers, eliciting a shudder from both girls.

“Still dry,” Daddy commented.

“Daddy?” April asked.

“Yes?” Daddy replied.

“We’re holding our pee in,” April said.

“We thought you and Julie would want to watch,” Summer explained.

“Good girls,” Daddy smiled.

Daddy led April and Summer, still naked save for their diapers, and sat them, legs spread, on the coffee table. He then took a seat next to me, drawing me in close.

“Ok girls,” Daddy said.

Summer went first, letting out a long breath as I watched her diaper discolor from her wetting. As she was finishing, April started peeing. A little bit of pee escaped from the left leg hole. 

“Oh shit,” April moaned, bringing a hand to her warming diaper.

Summer was squirming next to her, pushing her hand against the crotch of her own wet diaper. Despite just getting changed, I couldn’t help but join them, letting a little bit of pee shoot into the absorbent padding of my diaper. It gave me an idea.

“Daddy?” I asked, breathing heavily.

“Yes baby?” he replied.

“Is there room for three little girls in your tub?” I inquired.

“I think so,” Daddy answered.

I jumped up from the couch and grabbed their hands, leading them upstairs to Daddy’s bathroom. Daddy was a few steps behind us, and got to work on getting a bath ready for us, complete with my new bath toys. Daddy then stopped the water and turned to us, taking each of our diapers off. As he went to lift me into the tub first, I stopped him.

“Hold on, Daddy,” I said, turning to Summer and April. “Can you help me?”

With that, I started undressing Daddy. Both Summer and April helped me and we had him naked in no time. I drew them away for a second, whispering into their ears and drawing nods. The three of us walked over and stopped into Daddy’s big, walk-in shower, where we knelt on the floor. I looked up at Daddy and smiled.

“Daddy’s turn to go pee-pee,” I said in my babiest voice.

Daddy smiled and walked up to us as we drew closer together. Daddy grabbed his cock and aimed, waving back and forth as he peed on our tits, all three of us rubbing our pussies and cumming in short order. 

Once he was done, we took turns licking him clean and feeling him grow hard at our lips and tongues. We licked and sucked until he unloaded a torrent of cum across our faces. We then turned to each other, kissing and groping, licking his cum from each other’s faces. Summer and April laid me down and took turns licking my pussy, making me come again before turning their attention to each other, sloppily licking each other’s clits and vigorously finger fucking each other to orgasm. In a matter of minutes, we had gone from three diapered girls waiting for a bath to a pile of post-orgasmic bliss on the floor.

Daddy gently helped us into the tub and, as he had for me several times already, washed us clean. After our bath, Daddy helped us out, dried us off, and put us all into dry diapers. Daddy led us into the spare room and tucked us all into one bed clad only in our diapers. I drifted off to sleep between Summer and April, feeling April’s naked breasts against my back, and Summer’s boobs pressed up against mine, in a state of pure bliss.

In the town of Willow Creek, strange things are afoot—especially when it comes to diapers. You may think of them as ordinary, everyday objects, but not in this world. These ten tales spin stories of mystery, magic, and downright madness, all tied together by one strange item: diapers. Whether they trap you, trick you, or transform you, once they take hold, there's no telling what might happen.

The Nursery Trap

Michael had always prided himself on his rationality. Superstition, ghost stories—none of it held any weight. He was a man of facts and logic, a former investigative journalist who had spent years debunking myths and exposing frauds. But when James, an old colleague, told him about a mysterious mansion on the outskirts of town, Michael couldn't resist.

The house had a dark reputation. Three people had gone missing over the last two decades, each one last seen entering the mansion. Some said it was cursed, haunted by something beyond understanding. Michael didn’t believe in curses, but he did believe in unsolved mysteries, and he knew there had to be an explanation. So on a chilly October night, armed with nothing but his notebook and a flashlight, he crossed the iron gates of the mansion, determined to uncover the truth.

The air was cold, unnaturally still as if even the wind avoided this place. The mansion was a crumbling, gothic structure, its once-grand facade now overtaken by ivy and decay. The front door creaked as Michael pushed it open, revealing a grand, dimly lit foyer. His footsteps echoed in the vast emptiness as he ventured deeper inside.

For the first hour, the mansion revealed nothing but dust and silence. Faded portraits of people long forgotten stared down from the walls, their eyes following him as he moved through room after room. It wasn’t until he found the second floor that things began to feel...wrong.

The air was colder here, the shadows darker. And then he found it—a room that seemed completely out of place. Behind a large, ornate door was a pristine nursery.

Michael’s stomach churned as he stepped inside. Unlike the rest of the decayed mansion, this room was clean, almost new. The walls were painted a soft pastel blue, with murals of happy animals prancing along the edges. A crib sat in the middle of the room, perfectly made up with fluffy blankets, and to his left, a changing table was stocked with diapers, wipes, and powder.

Michael hesitated, feeling an inexplicable dread creep over him. But before he could leave, his vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness hit him hard. He tried to steady himself, but the sensation overwhelmed him, and the last thing he saw before everything went black was the spinning mobile above the crib, its pastel stars twinkling mockingly.

When Michael woke up, he immediately knew something was wrong.

The softness of the mattress beneath him was suffocatingly plush, and the faint sound of a lullaby played in the distance. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy, sluggish. He blinked and glanced down, horror striking him like a sledgehammer.

He was lying in the crib. Wearing a diaper.

And worse—it wasn’t just any diaper. It was messy.

Revulsion shot through him. He flung the blankets off and scrambled out of the crib, nearly tripping over the bars in his panic. The thick, squishy feeling of the diaper clung to him, making him gag in the fact that it was a diaper. He needed to get out of it—now.

His hands shook as he ripped at the tapes, yanking the soiled diaper off and throwing it to the floor in disgust. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, the smell lingering in the air.

It was then that he noticed the changing table—conveniently stocked with clean diapers, wipes, and everything he’d need to clean himself up.

Michael hesitated. This was wrong. All of it. But the discomfort in his body and the urge to be clean was stronger than his fear, and, after a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed the wipes and cleaned himself. When he was done, he reluctantly grabbed one of the fresh diapers from the stack and fastened it on.

It was absurd—humiliating—but it was better than sitting in filth. The clean diaper felt strange, but at least it was dry.

Now free from the mess, Michael’s mind snapped back to the bigger issue: where was he?

He needed to leave this place, and fast.

Michael moved cautiously through the mansion, the thick padding of the diaper making his movements awkward. As he explored the halls, he found the building far larger than it had first seemed. Corridors stretched endlessly, each turn leading to more confusion. Dust-covered furniture lined the walls, forgotten artifacts of a time long gone. But there was something else—a strange sense of watchfulness. Like the house itself was alive, waiting for him to make the wrong move.

He passed through what looked like an old ballroom, its high ceilings cracked and peeling. Chandelier crystals lay shattered on the ground, their once-grand luster reduced to shards of forgotten memories. The air grew colder as he moved further into the mansion.

In one of the sitting rooms, he found something unsettling: a series of old portraits, all of them adults in baby like clothing. Each adult in the painting wore a strange, eerily calm expression. But the most disturbing detail was that all the adults were dressed with a visble bulge around their waists—posed like dolls, lifeless eyes staring out from the canvas.

Michael’s skin crawled as he tore his eyes away from the paintings. His pulse quickened, and the feeling of being watched grew stronger. He wasn’t alone here.

As he pressed on, he heard it: a faint sound, like someone—or something—moving in the distance. It was subtle at first, but then it grew louder. Heavy, dragging footsteps echoed down the hallway. Michael’s heart raced. His instinct screamed at him to turn back, to run, but curiosity pushed him forward.

He crept toward the sound, peeking around a corner.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

A creature—tall and hunched, with unnaturally long limbs—was dragging itself down the hallway. Its body seemed malformed, with gray, leathery skin stretched taut over sharp bones. Its eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, and its head twitched with every movement, as if it were sensing the air around it. A grotesque, unnatural gurgle emanated from its throat, sending chills through Michael’s spine.

The creature turned slowly, its eyes locking on him.

Michael’s breath caught in his throat. Run.

He bolted, his legs carrying him as fast as they could, the thick diaper making every movement more cumbersome than he’d ever imagined. Behind him, the creature let out a horrifying, guttural growl. Its footsteps quickened, the sound of its claws scraping the floor echoing through the mansion.

Michael’s heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted down the hall, ducking into a nearby room and slamming the door behind him. He pressed his back against the door, gasping for air.

The creature’s footsteps stopped outside. There was silence.

Then, suddenly, the door shook violently, as if the creature was trying to tear it from its hinges. Michael jumped back, his heart racing, his body trembling. He backed away from the door, moving toward the center of the room.

Before he could react, the air around him shifted—colder, heavier. He turned slowly, his eyes widening in horror.

The creature was already inside the room. Its eyes glowed menacingly as it slunk toward him, its grotesque form moving in a way that defied all logic. It reached out with a long, bony arm, its clawed fingers inches from his face.

Everything went dark.

Michael woke again, gasping for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat. He was back in the nursery. Back in the crib.

And worse—back in the same messy diaper.

His stomach dropped. It had happened again.

The creature hadn’t just chased him. It had reset him.

The same room, the same soft pastel walls, the same nightmare. No matter how many times he ran, no matter how far he went, the creature would always drag him back. Reset him. Trap him.

And each time, it would start all over again.

Michael’s head throbbed as he lay there for the 10th time, disoriented, his body feeling heavier than before. He blinked rapidly, his senses slowly coming back. The softness of the crib’s mattress beneath him was suffocatingly familiar, and he felt the same thick, uncomfortable sensation around his waist.

But this time, there was something different. He was no longer just in a diaper. He was dressed in a soft, infantile onesie, its snug fabric wrapping around him, sealed shut with buttons at the crotch. The pastel pattern on the onesie clashed cruelly with the dark, foreboding reality he was trapped in. He yanked at the snaps, but his fingers trembled, the frustration and panic bubbling up once more.

And of course, the diaper beneath the onesie was no longer clean. It was once again swollen and messy. Micheal realized that if he doesn't escape, he might become one of those pictures.

Michael groaned, feeling his resolve crumbling. This had to be a nightmare. The endless resets, the creature, the suffocatingly childish surroundings—it all felt like a twisted game. But no matter what he tried, he ended up back here, stuck in the same cycle.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t panic. Not now. Not again.

He tugged the snaps open, freeing himself from the onesie, and, with grim determination, made his way to the changing table. The clean diapers were still there, as if the room was restocked every time he woke. He hated it—hated how it felt, hated how trapped and humiliated it made him feel—but he needed to be clean. After a quick change, he put the onesie back on reluctantly. It felt less humiliating than just the diaper, and at this point, anything that made him feel more...normal was a small victory.

This time, things would be different. He would find out what this place was—and he would escape.

Michael began exploring the mansion again, but with a new sense of purpose. The place was immense, far larger than it appeared from the outside, and its layout shifted subtly each time he reset. Certain doors that had been locked before were now open. Hallways seemed to stretch longer, or twist in new directions. It was as though the mansion itself was playing with him.

He soon realized that the house held secrets. In certain rooms, there were faint traces of former occupants. Old journals and cryptic notes hidden in drawers, clothing left abandoned in wardrobes, and strange symbols etched into walls. He found an old study, dust thick on the shelves, but its desk contained a small, leather-bound journal. Flipping through the pages, Michael’s heart raced as he read the hurried, messy handwriting.

"This house... it's a trap. It knows you. It bends reality, reshapes it, to keep you here. No matter how far you go, how hard you run, it resets everything. It won't let you leave... unless you find its heart. I've seen it, felt its presence in the walls, in the shadows. It watches. But there must be a way out. There has to be."

The writer had been desperate. Michael didn’t know who they were, but they clearly hadn’t escaped. He wondered how long they had lasted before the creature had taken them.

The heart. What could that mean? Was it a metaphor, or was there really something, somewhere in the mansion, controlling this nightmare? He had to find it. It was his only chance.

The more Michael explored, the more he felt the house shifting around him. The rooms pulsed with an unnatural energy, like a living thing. The creature didn’t always show itself, but Michael could feel it lurking, watching, waiting for him to stray too far.

Then, in one of the larger, more decayed rooms—a former ballroom, long stripped of its grandeur—Michael found something that chilled him to the bone. The walls were covered in scratch marks, as though someone—or something—had been dragged forcibly across the stone. And on the far end of the room was a large, rusted mirror.

He stepped closer, his reflection staring back at him from behind the grime-covered glass. But there was something...off. His reflection wasn’t wearing the onesie. Instead, it wore normal clothes, his old jeans and t-shirt, which were nowhere to be seen and his reflection wasn’t wearing a diaper at all.

Michael’s breath hitched, and he reached out, touching the cold surface of the mirror. As soon as his fingers made contact, a sharp jolt of energy coursed through him. The room seemed to flicker for a brief moment, like static on an old television.

Suddenly, the floor beneath him cracked. The tiles splintered outward, revealing a dark, twisting void. Michael stumbled back, his heart racing as the mirror warped, the glass melting into a swirling, black mass. Out of the void, he saw something horrifying.

The creature was emerging, its grotesque form rising from the shadows, eyes glowing with malice.

Michael turned and ran, the sound of its pursuit close behind him. His mind raced as he hurtled down unfamiliar hallways. The heart... where was the heart of the mansion?

Then, just as the creature's claws scraped inches from his back, he stumbled upon something—a staircase spiraling downward, leading to the mansion’s dark underbelly. He had never seen it before, but something deep inside him told him this was the way.

The staircase led to an ancient, underground chamber. The air was damp and cold, and strange symbols covered the walls. In the center of the room stood a stone pedestal, and atop it was an object that pulsed with a faint, otherworldly glow. It looked like a crystal heart, beating slowly as if it were alive.

This was it. The heart of the mansion.

Michael approached cautiously. The creature was nowhere to be seen, but he could feel its presence closing in. His hands shook as he reached out to touch the heart. The instant his fingers made contact, the chamber shook violently, and the heart pulsed faster, as though trying to escape his grasp.

But Michael held on, his mind filled with flashes of images—the mansion, the people who had been trapped before him, the endless cycles they endured. He saw the creature, a twisted, malevolent entity that fed off the fear and helplessness of its victims, resetting them over and over.

He had to destroy it. That was the only way out.

With all his strength, Michael lifted the heart from the pedestal and smashed it to the ground. The crystal shattered with a deafening crack, and the chamber trembled. A wave of energy rippled through the air, and the walls of the mansion began to crumble.

When Michael woke again, he wasn’t in the crib.

He was lying on the cold floor of the grand foyer, the ruined remains of the mansion stretching out around him. Dust filled the air, and the oppressive atmosphere was gone. The house no longer felt alive. The creature was gone.

Michael sat up slowly, his body aching. The onesie was still on him, and the diaper beneath it was dry—clean, for once. But more importantly, the nightmare was over. He had escaped.

Staggering to his feet, he made his way to the front door. This time, when he opened it, the fresh night air rushed in, and the world beyond the mansion was clear and open.

Michael stepped out into the cool night, the weight of the nightmare still pressing on him, but he was free.

The house stood silent behind him, its dark windows watching, waiting. But it had lost its power over him.

He turned his back on it and walked away, leaving the mansion—and the nightmare—behind.

A Diaper Dimension, original story by SolaraScott

All characters depicted are 18 years or older

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Chapter 38: A Sea of Bubbles

Hannah felt a spike of anxiety course through her as her diaper came into view for all to see, surrounded by Amazons and Littles alike. She wanted to complain, whine, argue, fight, and get away from this woman, but Hannah knew that if she started arguing or fussing, she would be chastised, and likely worse. What could she possibly do? What would a baby do if confronted with someone they didn’t know?

Hannah held out her arms toward Daddy, who stood behind the woman, “Daddy!” she whined, trying to get his attention.

Daddy stepped forward, chuckling and kneeling beside Hannah. “Yes, baby girl?” he asked as Hannah felt the woman popping the tabs of her diaper.

Hannah cursed to herself, feeling her diaper open up as the woman began cleaning her. She hoped the distraction would stop the woman, but clearly, it was not. Hannah pouted, puffing her bottom lip, “Don’t know her.” she said, looking at the woman.

Daddy ran his fingers through Hannah’s hair, “It’s okay, sweetheart, she’s just helping Daddy get you changed.”

“I’ve changed thousands of diapers, baby. You got nothing to worry about!” The woman added with a smile, “Want your pacifier?” 

Hannah shook her head, looking up to the sky above, unable to meet either of their eyes, mortified at being changed in public. Thankfully, the woman was swift, getting Hannah clean in a matter of moments, beginning to fit her into a fresh diaper.

 “Now, watch this.” the woman remarked to Daddy quietly, “I love seeing their first reactions.”

Hannah glanced up at this, seeing that the woman was fitting her into a fresh diaper, but it had been that pastel-colored one she pulled from her bag. What had she mentioned about it? It was something about punishing Littles who asked for changes. Hannah squirmed as the diaper was laid beneath her bum. The woman gently pushed Hannah down, smiling, “Just a moment, sweetie, almost done!” 

Hannah blushed, glancing back up at the sky, embarrassed as she felt a dusting of powder and the diaper pulled up between her legs. As the tabs were being placed, the diaper seemed to morph. It went from feeling perfectly dry to suddenly feeling like a soiled diaper squishing between her legs. As Hannah shifted about on the bench, it felt as if she were in a poopy diaper, the diaper squishing between her legs, drenched front to back.

Hannah pouted, almost more uncomfortable now than she had been, whimpering pathetically and hoping against hope Daddy would take pity on her. The woman smiled, patting Hannah’s new diaper. “The best part is that she gets all the feeling of a squishy diaper, and there is no risk of diaper rash!”

Daddy felt Hannah’s diaper, poking and squishing it, “Incredible, and it still functions as a regular diaper?”

The woman nodded, smiling, “Correct, it’s a special type of SAP. It isn’t as absorbent as regular diapers, and you’ll need to check her often to see when she needs to be changed, but I just use the wetness indicators.” She pointed out several that spanned the center of Hannah’s diaper, front to back. 

Hannah felt mortified, laying there in the middle of a play area as the two inspected her diaper as if she were nothing more than a baby. She was beyond glad that Daddy elected to pull her shorts back into place, feeling the diaper squish with every movement. To Hannah, it truly felt as if she were in a heavily soiled diaper; the way it squished, the way it morphed to her figure, even the way it maintained its warmth so close to her skin. She had to keep reminding herself that her diaper was clean; it was simply water, or so she hoped. 

Hannah was deposited on her feet, not moving a muscle as her wristband came alive again, “Congratulations on finishing the adventure course, little sailor! You can redeem a prize at Red’s Candy Co. on deck 5.” 

Hannah glanced at the message; reading it, Emily stepped beside her with a concerned look. “You okay?” she whispered.

Hannah winced but nodded; she couldn’t tell Emily everything precisely now and would have to do it later. A boy came waddling up to them just then. He was dressed in short overalls that did nothing to hide his diaper. According to Hannah's best guess, he had shoulder-length brown hair and looked to be in his early 20s. The boy smiled at Hannah and Emily, stepping up to the woman who reached down and immediately checked his diaper, “This is my special little man, Thomas!” she said, turning him to face the girls, “Can you say hi, sweetheart?”

“Hi!” Thomas said with a friendly wave.

Hannah and Emily awkwardly waved back, Daddy chiming in, “Want to introduce yourselves, girls?” 

Emily sighed, smiling, “I’m Emily, and this is Hannah.” She motioned to Hannah.

Thomas smiled, “Are you two sisters?” he asked.

Daddy nodded, “They are, look at that, already making new friends!” he added with a chuckle, “Maybe you two would like to join us at our next activity?”

“That sounds wonderful; we would love that!” The woman said, giving Thomas a side hug, “Right, buddy?”

Thomas nodded, “Yeah!” 

“What are you three thinking to do?” the woman asked Daddy.

Daddy glanced through the menu on his wristband, “Well, there are a bunch of activities going on; there’s the Little’s Gymboree, Tummy Time Art Studio, Toddler Tea Time, the Diaper Derby, and the Bubble Wonderland. What do you think?” he asked, looking to the girls.

“The diaper derby? What’s that?” Thomas asked curiously.

The woman smiled, “Well, I say we go find out!” she said, standing and taking his hand, starting towards the elevators. 

Daddy glanced at the girls, shrugging, “I suppose we are doing the derby.” he said, offering a hand to Hannah.

Hannah took it, Emily took her other, and they started towards the elevators. Hannah wanted to do something different than whatever the derby was; she doubted she would like it. The group entered the elevator, descended a deck, and proceeded toward the ship's aft section. The sail away party on the Lido had ended, the pool opened back up, and sunchairs set out where sunbathers lay, tanning themselves. The derby was set midship, in the late morning sun. It turned out to be a race, where Littles crawled across a foam floor with racing lines to keep Littles in their lanes. Amazons sat at the finish line, urging their Littles onward, who were forced to crawl across the soft surface.

Hannah groaned although Thomas looked excited as they took up positions in the short line to partake. The race finished, and they were up, racing several other Littles. A crew member welcomed them warmly, “Hi folks if you’d like to take these three lanes here, we will begin shortly, parents to the other side!”

Daddy let go of Hannah’s hand as she approached the starting line. Hannah felt mortified, especially given the state of her diaper, which squished with every step; she longed for a fresh diaper but knew she wouldn’t get one for a while. As she stood there, waiting, Hannah’s bladder twitched, not feeling full, but she knew the only way to get a fresh diaper was to use this one. With a gentle push, she could relax and soak her diaper. The texture of the diaper didn’t seem to change at all, arguably feeling even more squishy than before. 

The crew member sat next to the track, “Alright, Littles, get ready to crawl! No one likes a cheater!” 

Hannah grumbled but complied; Daddy was already at the other end of the race track, on hands and knees, ready to cheer them on. Her wristband lit up as Hannah knelt, “Welcome to the Diaper Derby! Are you ready?” it said, with a small holographic depiction of a Little in a massive diaper crawling across the screen.

Hannah rolled her eyes, the screen disappearing as the crew member began a countdown. “Ready? Three! Two! One! Go!” she said, dropping her hand to indicate the beginning of the race. 

The girls begrudgingly began crawling, mortified, as they found the easiest way to crawl quickly was to stick their bums in the air, waggling back and forth as they crawled. Hannah’s face was flushed red, and she was utterly humiliated to have participated in such a childish activity. Daddy called to her, encouraging her, as Hannah crawled. Next to Hannah, a boy crawled, although he seemed to be losing steam, quickly falling into last. She heard the boy curse, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him climb to his feet.

However, as soon as the boy put weight on his feet, his entire body seemed to convulse as if it were being electrocuted, causing him to fall face-first.  

“Disqualified!” the crew member reported, shaking her head. 

Hannah wasn’t sure something had happened to the boy, but the idea that something could happen prevented her from following suit, finishing the race on hands and knees. When Hannah reached Daddy, she was out of breath, panting. She wasn’t sure what place she took, and Hannah didn’t care; she just wanted to be done. As it turned out, no one genuinely cared what place they received, every Little earning a prize. 

The crew member came by, offering Hannah a small, stuffed cartoon rabbit wearing a thick diaper. Hannah couldn’t help but roll her eyes, as Emily received a similar prize. She glanced back at the boy who had fallen. His daddy was scooping him up and shaking his head. The boy appeared unharmed, but his Daddy was already beginning to scold him, the boy deflating and pulling back as the Daddy swatted his bum, leaving the course.

 “You two did so well!” Daddy said, ruffling Hannah’s hair and pulling both girls in for a hug. “Daddy is very proud of you both.” he continued. 

Hannah smiled despite herself, enjoying the praise as they turned to Thomas, who clutched a stuffed turtle. “I think these three need something to drink!” The woman said, “That was a LOT of crawling!” 

Daddy smiled, nodding, “I think that’s a wonderful idea; I think I saw a place up ahead.” he said, motioning further down the deck.

The woman nodded, taking Thomas’s hand as Daddy took Hannah and Emily’s, leading them away from the race. The place Daddy had spotted turned out to be a bar, and he happily ordered himself a drink, handing the girls bottles as he sipped a margarita. The drink Hannah had been served looked a lot like the margarita Daddy had been served, turning out to be a mocktail of sorts. Despite the lack of alcohol, the drink was tasty, and Hannah found she was pretty thirsty, nursing the bottle. 

Daddy leaned down and checked Emily’s diaper as they stood there, nursing their drinks. Daddy pulled her shorts down and checked the front and back. Hannah felt her cheeks turn red in embarrassment, but despite her wetting, Daddy didn’t seem to deem her ready for a change despite the squishy nature of her diaper, pulling Hannah’s shorts back into place. Hannah shifted foot to foot, feeling the diaper squishing between her legs, feeling like she were in a poopy diaper. Hannah desperately wanted to voice her opinion and ask for a change, but she knew it would only lead to further punishments, so she bit her tongue. 

Hannah turned as she heard a playful squeal of excitement further down the deck. She spotted several giant bubbles floating up and falling back to the deck. It appeared to be a part of a small play area, with bubble machines spewing forth bubbles in a sea of suds, some big but most tiny. Littles played in the area, half swimming, half walking, covered head to toe in the frothy ocean. Giant bubbles, blown by parents or crew members, lazily floated in the air, Littles playing with them before they popped. 

Daddy must have seen Hannah looking, for she felt him tussling her hair, “Why don’t you two finish your bottles, and then you can go play.” he said. 

Hannah blushed but nodded.

“Okay, Daddy,” Emily said, nursing her bottle.

Both girls finished drinking around the same time, Hannah’s belly comfortably full from the tasty mocktail. Daddy took their empty bottles, setting them on the bar as the girls waddled towards the bubble zone, Emily having soaked her diaper as well. Thomas hadn’t finished his bottle yet and sulked at being left behind, but his Mommy was strict, ‘helping’ him finish his drink. 

Hannah and Emily approached the fenced-off area; a small baby gate was opened for them by a crew member who smiled warmly, “Welcome in, you two!” he said as they stepped inside. 

Hannah was immediately enveloped in bubbles coming up to her waist. They seem to tickle her, and she grins, giggling as she moves through the pool of bubbles. To Hannah, it felt as if she were in a massive bubble bath without water. A giant bubble floated past her, and she snatched it from the air, the bubble maintaining its surface even as Hannah deformed it. It eventually popped with a satisfying POP, making Hannah giggle. 

Hannah was in the process of running her hands through the suds when she felt a handful of them deposited atop her head. She turned to see Emily there, grinning ear to ear, “A crown!” she proclaimed.

Hannah grinned, gathering an even more extensive collection of bubbles before dumping them on Emily, who squealed, trying to escape. Their playful nature turned into a bubble fight as both girls tried to cover the other in as many bubbles as possible. At one point, Hannah submerged herself, crawling over to Emily and performing a sneak attack, covering Emily as she rose and dumped them on top of the girl.

Emily giggled, wrestling Hannah down into the suds, the girls tossing and turning in the ticklish sea. Beneath the cover of bubbles, they slowed, face to face, grinning. At this moment, Hannah no longer cared about the state of her diaper; she didn’t care. She was on some alien planet being forced to act like a baby; she didn’t care. She was technically an outlaw, running away from the police. All Hannah could feel was a sense of happiness, of contentment. 

No matter what troubles faced Hannah, she knew this girl would be there beside her, holding her hand and helping her through whatever came their way. Hannah’s eyes met Emily’s, both still grinning, their faces inches apart. Hannah’s heart was racing, half from the excitement of playing, half from feeling a genuine connection to Emily, her hands still wrapped around the girl. Emily was lying atop Hannah, grinning down at her, pinning her. As their eyes met, Emily smiled, leaning closer, the world devolving around them into a blanket of bubbly mess. The squealing Littles in the bubble pit seemed to fade away as they locked eyes, Hannah’s heart racing as she leaned up, matching Emily’s motions, their eyes closing, and their lips meeting.

Hannah felt her heart swell with love and lust; their lips interlocked for what felt like minutes, although it was probably only a few seconds. To them, however, the moment lasted a lifetime. They broke off the kiss, Emily grinning down at Hannah, just as she was tackled, ripped free from Hannah’s arms, a sea of bubbles taking her place as Thomas wrestled Emily to the foam mat below, “Got you!” he squealed, “You can’t hide from me!”

It took Hannah several moments to catch her breath, the moment of intimacy fading as she rolled her eyes, hearing the two wrestle for dominance beneath the ocean of bubbles. Hannah stood, seeing their squirming bodies, and joined in. The three wrestled and played, dumping bubbles atop each other for the better part of half an hour. 

Eventually, completely out of breath, Hannah heard Daddy calling to them from the side of the bubble pit, grinning as he saw her come up for air, coated head to toe in bubbles. She and Emily pouted but started their way towards the edge of the pit. The same crew member that allowed them in opened the gate again, taking a sort of fan and blowing the bubbles off of the girls as they exited the area. 

Hannah wasn’t sure what the bubbles were made of, but she found her clothes clean and dry as she left the pit, panting and grinning ear to ear still. “You two have fun?” Daddy asked, handing them fresh bottles.

Both girls nodded eagerly, “That was so much fun!” Emily responded happily.

“Like, so much fun!” Hannah agreed, giggling as she sipped her bottle, another mocktail. “There were so many bubbles!” she added, earning a chuckle from Daddy at her excitement. 

As Hannah nursed her bottle, settling down, she found her bladder aching again, letting it soak into her diaper as she rehydrated herself. 

“We got to do it again!” Thomas added, stepping up beside them, nursing a bottle of his own.

Thomas’s Mommy chuckled, “I’m sure we will, sweetheart, but we still got lots of other stuff to do today!” she said with a smile, ruffling his hair and glancing at Daddy, “I believe we picked the last activity, do you want to pick the next?” 

Daddy nodded, glancing at his two girls, “I think it’s just about lunchtime, actually, and then we can pick something; there are a few restaurants onboard. Would you two like to join us?”

Thomas’s Mommy smiled, “Sure! It is getting towards lunchtime; let’s get some food.” 

End of Chapter 38

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Story 1: Baby Ashlynn

When we made it to the school, Tara took my stroller out of the trunk and secured me in it inside. Although I could have walked with my current diaper, she insisted on treating me like the baby I was supposed to be for the study. In the parking lot, Annie was walking towards us, calling out. I tensed; I didn’t want to talk to her, but Tara waved, warmly greeting her.

“How’s my favorite baby!” she cooed, pinching my cheeks. My pacifier nearly fell out of my mouth. “You are just so cute I could eat you up!”

Tara let out a playful giggle. I felt a surge of jealousy. “How is the admin office?”

“It’s ok, I guess,” she said, slipping her hands into her pockets as if to ward off a chill. “I envy your position.”

“What, mine?” Tara asked.

“You get to work with the cutest little babies,” Annie said, a warm smile touching her lips as she brushed her hair behind her ear. “Not to mention the little cutie in the stroller.” I felt my cheeks burning red as I suckled on my pacifier.

“I won’t be in that class forever,” Tara said. “I am hoping to be hired as a full-time teacher after.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it,” Annie said with a devious smile, winking at Tara.

“Do you know something I don’t?” Tara said, unable to hold back her own smile.

“I hear things,” Annie said, trying to sound mysterious. “I also heard someone's body got a new Mommy!”

“What!” Tara shouted. “No, I didn’t it!”

I leaned out of my stroll to look behind me; Annie stared at her, her hanging open. I had never seen Tara so red before. Annie broke the silence with a playful shove. “I didn’t think you were into that type of thing.”

“I-I’m not…” Tara said, embarrassed.

“Not place to judge,” Annie said with a wink as we reached the door.

Tara pushed the automatic button to open the doors and pushed the stroller inside. Annie said her goodbyes as she made her way to the admin’s office. “Do you like her?” I asked, taking the pacifier out of my mouth.

“Annie?” Tara said, glancing over her shoulder. “I think she is wonderful, but it just wouldn’t work between us.”

I felt my heart doing summersaults. “What is your type?”

“I don’t know…” she said softly. “Someone shorter than me… maybe with green eyes that remind me of an open meadow. I always had a thing for redheads with cute little freckles on their noses.”

It took me a moment to realize I had all those qualities! Before I could say anything, we rounded the corners and found the moms of my participants waiting for us. They swarmed me, admiring how cute I was. They loved the pink dress Cathy had dropped off.

Tara struggled to push her way to the door, unlocking it. She rolled her eyes as she took the students' strollers one by one, helping them into the playpen. She came back for me last. “Excuse me, ladies,” she said, trying to sound stern, but she found it almost impossible to see the look on my face. I need to get all my students inside.” She struggled to hold back her laughter.

My heart was racing. My tongue felt as if it had been tied into knots as Tara helped me out of my stroller. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as she helped me into the playpen. I wanted to ask her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. What changed between us was that I knew she liked me. Or maybe I feared she was teasing and would look foolish if I asked her out. How would the school take it? She is my subordinate… right?

My students were eager to play with me. I pushed the thoughts from my mind as I began playing with them. My concerns soon slipped away.

Tara spent most of the morning filing paperwork and filling out reports at the desk. At lunchtime, she fed us our baby and our bottles. She changed our diapers, I had turned redder when she got to me. We were given our naps. She carefully tucked us into our crips and even sang us a lullaby before turning the light off. She had the voice of an angel. I happily suckled on my pacifier as I slipped away into a dream-filled slumber.

I awoke a few hours later. I had slept through the parents coming to gather their baby girls. “Tara?” I called out. I had to know. I was going to ask her.

“Is baby Ashlynn awake?” I heard Annie’s voice. She stood up from the desk and walked over to my crib. “I was about to wake you up.”

“Where is Tara?” I asked, confused.

“She had to leave early today,” she said, lowering the bars. “But don’t you worry! Auntie Annie is here to take care of you.”

She helped me out of my crip, holding my hand as she led me to the changing table. “Is everything ok with her?” I asked, concerned, as I hopped onto the table. At this point, I was used to having my diaper changed.

“She got a phone call and called the admin’s office,” she said. “She had to leave in a hurry.”

She finished changing my diaper and helping me into my stroller. She had put me in one of the infant diapers. She pushed me to her car, saying she would be taking me home. The car ride home was mostly silent. Annie tried making small talk with me. Once she figured out I was concerned about Tara she did her best to reassure me that everything was ok. She would most like be back at school tomorrow.

I prayed she was right; the knot in my stomach only grew heavier.

When we got home, Ella greeted us, surprised to see Annie. “Are you from the school?” she asked confused.

“I’m Annie,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m little baby Ashlynn’s Auntie!”

Ella glanced at me; I couldn’t make eye contact with her. Ella smiled warmly nonetheless. “I’m Ella.”

“Yes, Angela was telling me about you,” Annie said. “She had nothing but wonderful things to say about you.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Ella said. “She wasn’t able to stay long. She went over a lot of information when we did meet… please forgive me for asking. Isn’t Tara supposed to be dropping Ashlynn off?”

“Unfortunately, she had to leave early today,” Annie said.

“Oh my,” Ella said, her hand resting over her heart. “Is everything ok?”

“I assume so,” Annie said. “I don’t know for certain. Hopefully, she will be picking up little Ashlynn bright and early tomorrow. Well, I best be going; I have some things to attend to tonight.”

“Of course,” Ella said. “Don’t let me hold you up.”

Ella closed the door, unstrapping me from my highchair. She had cooked a rather significant meal and planned to ask Tara to stay for dinner—an elaborate plan to help us connect a little bit better. She could see how worried I looked, promising everything would be ok. My gut was telling me something was wrong.

That night, I hardly touched my dinner. Ella didn’t push a lot of baby things on me, letting me lay on the couch as I stared blankly at the television. She had sat next to me, saying all sorts of things come up unexpectedly. I checked my phone. I had sent a text before dinner, but she hadn’t responded.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ella said, wrapping her arms around me. “You are going to worry yourself into a stump.”

I didn’t say anything; I leaned into Ella. Something was wrong; I just knew it. Eventually, I fell asleep on her. That night, she had let me sleep on the couch. She woke me up the following morning; she looked hopeful as she got me ready for school.

When the doorbell finally rang, I felt my heart leap into my throat. When Ella opened the door, Tara wasn’t there; It was Annie. When we got to school, my class had been merged with Misses Summerfield's. All we knew was Tara had an emergency and had to leave. I tried calling Tara in the morning, but I got her voicemail. I left a message saying she was missed yesterday and hoped everything was okay.

The following week, the same routine repeated. Tara never showed up at the school again. I tried calling and texting her a few more times with no answer. Principle Bean wouldn’t tell me anything. She assured me Tara was fine and was just on emergency leave.

Tara had just vanished from my life.

A small piece of the soul, given away to those cherished most. A fraction of warmth, happiness, and even love mended so carefully into each one. Creating a tether, an unbreakable bond. Never is it imagined that there will no longer be warmth one day. When those pieces slip out of reach, leaving behind unanswered questions. Broken dreams and unfulfilled hopes that echo in the darkness. What once brought comfort, only leaves a deep wound. One, that over time may mend, but never fully heal.

In a small town not too far from here, a boy named Oliver loved to explore forgotten places. One day, in an old, dusty shop that had barely survived a fire, he found something strange—a pack of colorful diapers, hidden among the clutter.

"Careful with those," warned the shopkeeper with a sly smile, "they come from a place full of secrets."

Oliver, curious as ever, ignored the warning and brought them home, excited to share his discovery with his friends. But some treasures are better left untouched.

And so, dear reader, begins Oliver’s tale—a tale of diapers, curses, and the strange things that can happen when we don’t listen to the warnings we’re given. Prepare yourself, for you’re about to enter the world of Diaper Horrors, where nothing is ever as innocent as it seems.

The Cursed Diapers

Oliver had always enjoyed exploring thrift stores, reveling in the thrill of uncovering hidden gems among the piles of forgotten items. So when he heard about an old shop that had recently reopened after a mysterious fire, his curiosity was piqued. The store was said to hold remnants of an unclaimed estate from a mansion that had burned down years ago, and Oliver couldn’t resist the chance to find something unique.

Upon entering the dimly lit shop, he was met with the musty smell of aged wood and dust. The shelves were crammed with knick-knacks, old furniture, and faded toys that seemed to whisper stories of their past lives. As he navigated through the aisles, something caught his eye—a pack of diapers nestled among an assortment of vintage baby items. They were brightly colored, adorned with cheerful cartoon characters, and looked oddly out of place amid the gloom.

“Ah, you’ve found a treasure!” came a voice from behind him. Oliver turned to see the shop’s owner, a wiry old man named Mr. Hargrove, shuffling toward him with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “Those were part of a strange estate—leftover items from a mansion that once held many secrets. The owner had a peculiar obsession with children and believed these diapers could somehow bind their spirits to her.”

Oliver chuckled lightly, feeling a mix of amusement and intrigue. “What, do they have some magical powers or something?” he teased, waving the pack of diapers playfully.

Mr. Hargrove’s expression darkened. “Be cautious, young man. Those diapers carry a curse. Anyone who wears them becomes gradually claimed by the spirit of the mansion’s former owner, a twisted caretaker who relished in controlling his ‘beings.’ The longer they’re worn, the more influence he has over the wearer, bending their will and trapping them in his haunted realm.”

“Sounds like a great story for Halloween,” Oliver replied, dismissing the old man's warning with a wave. He was in the mood for a bit of fun and adventure, and the thought of a cursed object only heightened the thrill.

After a brief haggling, Oliver purchased the pack and left the store, excited about his new find. He figured he’d wear them for laughs at the next party with friends.

That evening, after a few drinks and some laughter with friends, Oliver decided to put on the diapers for a bit of fun. He chuckled at the absurdity of it all as he donned the colorful garments, feeling a childish thrill wash over him. But as the night wore on, a creeping unease settled in the pit of his stomach.

Hours later, he began to experience strange sensations. At first, they felt like the remnants of his buzzed state, but soon they morphed into something more unsettling. A subtle pressure began to grip his mind, and he found himself slipping into vivid hallucinations. The room around him distorted, transforming into the shadowy corridors of a grand, decaying mansion.

He stood in a dimly lit hallway, the air thick with the scent of smoke and old wood. The walls were lined with portraits of stern-faced figures, their eyes seemingly following him as he walked deeper into the mansion’s heart. He felt an inexplicable pull guiding him, compelling him to explore. “This must be a dream,” he muttered to himself, feeling both excited and terrified.

The mansion felt alive, pulsating with energy. As he wandered through the eerie space, he heard whispers echoing from the walls, fragments of conversation he couldn't quite make out. The light flickered above him, and the shadows danced like specters. Each step took him further into the depths of the house, where the air grew colder and the atmosphere heavier.

Suddenly, he stumbled upon a room that seemed oddly familiar. It was a nursery, eerily similar to one he had seen in a news report about "a creature which would reset you," weeks earlier—a place filled with faded toys, a crib, and a rocking chair that creaked as if someone were sitting in it. The sight sent chills down his spine. He could hear soft giggles ringing in his ears, and he felt a strange compulsion to approach the crib.

“Oliver… join us…” a voice cooed, sweet yet chilling. It was a mixture of innocence and something far more sinister. He peered into the crib, but it was empty, just as the laughter faded into an unsettling silence.

Panicking, Oliver turned to flee, but the door slammed shut behind him with a resounding bang. His heart raced as he grasped the handle, desperately trying to escape. But it wouldn’t budge. The walls began to close in, and the laughter returned, echoing louder, more maniacal.

“Stay with us, Oliver,” the voice urged again, now layered with desperation. The room spun, the walls warped, and he found himself engulfed in darkness, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

When he regained his senses, Oliver found himself back in his apartment, the bright morning sun pouring through the window. He sat up, his heart racing. The diapers were still on him, but something felt different. The contents of the diaper—wet and messy—had vanished overnight, leaving him with a strange sense of comfort and a nagging attachment to the garments.

As days passed, Oliver found himself drawn to the diapers. He began to wear them more often, almost compulsively, despite the growing feeling that he was losing control. He would wake up to see a packet next to his table and he knew what to do.

He joked with his friends about trying them out, laughing as he suggested they could have fun together. “Come on, it’s just a little nostalgia!” he would say, nudging them playfully.

One by one, his friends decided to indulge him, each wearing a diaper at his urging. They laughed it off, but soon, like Oliver, they began to experience strange sensations and visions. They, too, were drawn into the caretaker’s world, their laughter turning to confusion and, finally, to horror as they succumbed to the same twisted influence.

The diaper’s power was like a virus, spreading rapidly among Oliver’s social circle. His friends started to lose their grip on reality, their personalities subtly shifting as they became more attached to the diapers. They began to crave the feeling of the garment, their desires warped by the caretaker’s sinister influence. The world around them started to fade, their lives slipping into a chaotic cycle of dependency and submission.

Oliver, now deeply entrenched in the caretaker’s grasp, would wake each morning with the same diaper on, its contents mysteriously vanished. He found comfort in the thought that he was part of something greater, a community of "adult children" who belonged to the twisted caretaker. The lines of reality blurred as he embraced the fantasy, reveling in the control that slowly consumed him.

“Just try it, you’ll love it!” he would tell new friends, each time feeling a strange thrill at the idea of expanding the caretaker’s influence. It felt exhilarating to see others surrender to the same fate, their laughter echoing the laughter of the shadows in the mansion.

As weeks turned into months, Oliver’s circle of friends grew larger. They would gather, all wearing the cursed diapers, laughing and playing as if they were young again. Each new member brought a wave of fresh energy, and with them, the caretaker's power expanded further.

Soon, it wasn't just Oliver and his friends; their influence spread throughout their community, infecting more and more people. The atmosphere shifted, with laughter that once rang carefree now tinged with an eerie undertone.

Oliver lost track of his former self, becoming a willing puppet of the caretaker, a proud “child” of the twisted spirit. The world outside began to change, too. People walked the streets in a daze, blissfully unaware of the madness unfolding around them. People found themselves drawn to the strange allure of the diapers, relinquishing their autonomy for a false sense of safety and belonging.

As the last remnants of resistance faded, Oliver stood among the shadows, surrounded by his friends—now all claimed by the caretaker. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had spread the curse, expanding the caretaker’s reach until the entire world had succumbed to its control.

The mansion loomed in his mind, its halls echoing with the laughter of the newly claimed. The caretaker’s voice whispered sweet promises of eternal joy, forever binding them together in their shared delusion.

In the end, Oliver had become the very thing he once feared. He was a lost soul, forever ensnared in the caretaker’s twisted game, part of a new reality where joy masked a sinister truth, and freedom was nothing but a fading memory.