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Emma got used to moving around her friend's house in handcuffs, treated more like a pet than a human. Ever since she had mentioned having a crush on her best friend Natalie, and drunkenly admitted to submissive fantasies of her more successful, prettier, more confident bestie bossing her around and using her Natalie had decided to find out just how far she could take it.

At first Natalie hadn't known how to respond, but Emma seemed so eager to give up control Natalie had to do very little to take it. What started as simple demands, Emma fetching Natalie drinks, or giving foot rubs, or cleaning the apartment soon began taking on a more sexual nature. Natalie had Emma lick her panties clean after dates, denied Emma her own orgasms, and soon had Emma move in, keeping the girl in a tiny box room that used to be a study, but now housed a small bed and a cage.

Emma gave up her possessions as Natalie wrapped her around her finger, selling them while her money, accounts, everything were signed over to her bratty new owner.

Natalie was at most bi-curious, but the power she had over Emma was intoxicating, and after a lot of begging from the submissive blonde, Natalie finally let the girl worship her pussy with her eager tongue, enjoying an explosive orgasm, part from the pleasure given to her, and part from the power she held over her once equal best friend. Now Natalie enjoyed Emma's tongue regularly, especially after she came home from fucking her boyfriend. She loved the scrunched up look of disgust she saw on Emma's face the first time she found Natalie's man's hot load oozing from her pussy, but Emma knew better than to disobey, and licked up every drop.

The Little Injection

Dr. Harper smiled warmly at the prospective parents gathered in the observation room. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our facility. Today, you'll witness the latest in regression technology."

Behind the glass, two Littles, Emma and Jake, were strapped to padded examination tables, pacifiers in their mouths, eyes wide with fear. Nurses prepped the injection devices, filled with a glowing blue serum. A man in the audience pointed. "What does the injection do exactly?"

Dr. Harper's smile widened. "This serum targets the neural pathways responsible for potty training. Within minutes, these Littles will no longer have control over their bladder or bowels.“n Emma whimpered around her pacifier, struggling futilely against her restraints. Jake's eyes darted around, panic evident.

A nurse gently patted Emma's leg. "Now, now, sweetie. This will be over before you know it."

The nurse inserted the needle into Emma's thigh. Emma gasped, her body trembling. Moments later, a loud hissing sound filled the room as Emma's diaper swelled. The nurse smiled, patting the now-soaked diaper. "There we go, all done.“ Jake watched in horror as the second nurse approached him with the syringe. "N-no," he mumbled through his pacifier, tears streaming down his face.

Dr. Harper turned to the audience. "As you can see, the serum works almost instantly. These Littles are now fully dependent, just like babies.“ Jake's injection followed, his diaper quickly swelling and sagging. The prospective parents murmured amongst themselves, impressed.

A woman in the front row raised her hand. "How long does the effect last?“ Dr. Harper chuckled. "It's permanent. Once administered, these Littles will never regain their potty training."

Emma and Jake sobbed quietly, their humiliation complete as the audience observed their helplessness with fascination and approval.

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Padded Little Paradise

Naptime Thoughts

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"Oh, um… what was that? You're with who?"

Angela pressed her phone closer to her ear, her attention focused on the staticky masculine voice emanating from the tiny speaker. "Medical research… checking in… survey… if you have time… gift card…"

She sighed. But then, with a resigned glance around the empty bedroom room, nodded to her invisible caller. "Uh, sure. Sure, I guess I can do that." She bounced gently in place, her half-naked body swaying gracefully as she maintained her balance. "What's the first question?"

"Uhh… oh. That? Really?"

Her eyes dropped in a sudden flash of self-consciousness, and her fingers fidgeted at the plastic waistband of her gaily decorated diaper. "Uh, yeah. Completely incontinent." A pause, and then a shake of the head. "No- not really. No medication- Nope, nothing else. Just… yeah. Just the… what you said. 'Protective briefs'."

Her mouth twisted into a wry smile at the phrase, and again she glanced downward – this time in silent amusement at the odd euphemisms folks loved to use for an ordinary diaper. "Umm… three times a day? Sometimes four." Another pause, while her fingers strayed downward and probed unconsciously at the cotton and plastic bunched between her naked thighs. A bit wet. Nothing major. "No, not really. Just a little chafing now and then, but nothing serious." Another pause. "Oh, relationship? Yeah, married."

On and on it went, question after probing question. Her family history. Her hobbies. Whether and how her condition interfered with them. Occupation. And so on, and so forth, as the clock ticked on and her patience grew ever more thin.

But finally came a truly unexpected question: one that brought the already awkward conversation to a full stop. Angela hesitated, eyes flicking downward and back as she considered her response. "Uhh…" Fingers slipped over the sensitive regions between her legs, so amply protected by the thick garment she wore. Then… with a naughty grin and flushing cheeks, she leaned closer and spoke.

"No, actually, my husband loves it. Tell you the truth, we actually both love it."

She grinned to herself, and now her fingers were steadily stroking at her padded crotch. "Sure! Umm, lots of reasons. I don't have to run to the bathroom constantly, for one thing. And, um, I don't have to worry about accidents anymore." She paused, then shrugged as if her polite discretion had entirely evaporated along with her patience. "And, I mean… have you ever worn one, mister? They're freaking comfortable! And listen: when you feel everything just let go and you absolutely soak them full… uuhnnnn…!"

It was nothing short of a full-throated moan of undisguised pleasure. A devious grin spread across her face as she cocked her head, listening to the stuttering fellow on the other end trying to recover his composure. "Everything okay there?" A few seconds paused, and then she grew thoughtful once more. "Oh, okay. What I'd like to see in future products? Hmm, let me think…"

She gave her diaper a quick squeeze, then broke silence once more. "Well, there's two things, actually! First off, these diapers of mine need to be a heck of a lot cheaper – like, half what they are now. And then… I mean, since you're asking…" Here she trailed off, and once again a devilish grin flashed across her face. "Honestly, I think they need to be much thicker, and far less discreet. Because after all, mister… when a naughty girl like me piddles in her pants non-stop, don't you think she deserves to have everyone know about it? Don't you think she ought to be absolutely humiliated for being such a wet, dirty little diaper girl?"

She laughed then – a full-throated, lusty laugh of confidence and derision at her stunned interviewer. "Aww, what's the matter? Done with your questions already? Or did you want me to tell you more about how badly I need my diapers?"

Perhaps it was for the best that the poor fellow on the other end couldn't see Angela once she hung up and tossed her phone onto the bed beside her. Though then again… the way she began shamelessly grinding her padded crotch into her defenseless pillow would at the very least have been…

Educational, perhaps? Or at the very least, informative. Because maybe, just maybe, he'd have learned that dealing with a disability could actually be a hell of a lot of fun.

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The Babies of New York City

Fine I’ll write more smut. I’ll even make it relevant to the current housing crisis. Please message me any spelling / grammar mistakes you find. I will also remove pictures at your request.

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The women of New York City weren’t smart.

All Mike had to do to lure them in was offer his apartment at a price below market rate. Within days of listing he would have hundreds of applicants pleading to rent it out. Of those hundreds of applicants, he could always find a few young beautiful women who looked like they could be easily trained.

The first step was always simple: let them move in normally. These young women would start cautiously but slowly over the days and months let their guards down. Once they stopped locking their doors and sleeping with one eye open, he could spring the first part of the trap.

The girls never questioned the free speakers he provided in the apartment – too excited about the high-quality music to question his intent. The hypnosis tapes were almost too good to be true. Subliminal messaging massaging their minds as they slept, keeping them just awake enough to take in the training.

After a week of their minds being bombarded with suggestions as they slept, they would find themselves slipping up and having tiny accidents during the day. Take Molly as an example, the most recent of his conquests.

One day, seemingly out of nowhere, she found herself with a nasty case of stress incontinence. Every chuckle, sneeze, and startle sent a spurt of urine into her underwear. She was sure this wasn’t the way it had always been for her, but for reasons she couldn’t explain it didn’t bother her all that much. Molly had such an easy solution – Goodnites! She wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but it was perfect for her newfound bladder problems.

Sometimes when she really thought about having to wear training panties her head would start to hurt, but she found that sucking her new pacifier always calmed her down. A damp pull-up and a pacifier between her lips just felt normal to Molly.

But Mike wanted far more than a bunch of barely potty-trained girls dumbly sucking pacifiers. The tapes progressed over time, infecting their minds as they nibbled their pacifiers and dribbled into their training panties.

As their programming progressed, the girls would lose more and more of their continence. Stress incontinence turned into a complete inability to control their bladders. This was Mike’s favorite part, because the demotion of the girl to her diapers was unique every time.

Some girls, like Miranda, would refuse to believe that anything was different. She woke up every morning with a leaking pair of training panties and had to move to the thickest diapers she could find, but in her mind, everything was completely normal. She had no reason to change how she dressed, despite the formerly form-fitting skirts doing nothing to hide her ridiculously thick padding. She just viewed herself as an adult wearing slightly thicker underwear and had no reason not to do the things she loved (liked visiting the cinema).

But every girl really was unique – some girls spiraled almost immediately after leaking in their Goodnites once. Morgan was the most recent example. She loved the cheap rent and made no association between the apartment and her newfound potty problems. She handled the transition to thicker diapers in the complete opposite way.

Morgan gave up control so easily. She settled on even thicker diapers than Miranda, not minding how the infantile characters and pink color made her look like she enjoyed wearing them. As she grew accustomed to wearing and wetting them, she seemed to lose most of her purpose in life. She spent most of her days crawling around her apartment, diaper on full display and pacifier firmly tucked into her mouth. She felt at peace like this – not a single thought under the infantile pink bow she attached to her hair each morning.

However, the transformation wasn’t complete until the girls messed themselves. It would have been so easy to have them squatting down in their pampers after a day of a new hypnosis tape, but Mike wanted this part to always be on their own. It was fun to see how each girl would end up pooping their pants. Some girls gave into the convenience once they were diapered 24/7 anyway, while some fought long and hard before failing in public because of some bad food.

His favorites were always the accidents – the ones that the girls couldn’t stop. Sure, it was adorable to watch them purposefully bend over and fill their Pampers on purpose, grunting softly as their diaper expanded beneath them, but there was something even better when they weren’t doing it intentionally.

Michelle was one of his favorite victims. She tried to take the route of adapting her diaper to her every day life. She was studying to be a doctor and wouldn’t let a temporary bout of incontinence ruin her life’s work.

But her padding had made her forgetful – and it was nearly two hours into her three-hour exam before she realized she hadn’t used the bathroom beforehand. She had gotten so used to peeing her pants like a toddler that she hadn’t even considered what to do if she had to poop. It was an online exam though, so any slight glance away from the camera would mean an automatic failure. She weighed every option multiple times before giving up, feeling the warm wet mush fill the backseat of her diaper. She let out a soft moan as her stomach emptied itself, the warm embrace of her shit filled diaper expanding over her entire backside.

That first messy accident was all it took for the rest of the training to kick in. The feeling of messing a diaper was so unique that it could be handled distinctly in the hypnosis tapes. Every girl who messed her diaper encountered the same fate.

They would return to their bed in the apartment and find a vibrating wand waiting for them. Their minds as mushy as their diapers, they would lay on the bed and get to work, humping the vibrations, desperate for sexual release. For some girls, it was easy, and they would break within minutes of the vibrations pounding against their pussies.

But for other girls, it was much harder. Some had never orgasm-ed before, and so would have to work even harder for this first one. Humping away as the vibrations enveloped their throbbing clits, they knew they wouldn’t be able to stop until they orgasm-ed.

The orgasm wasn’t just symbolic, it was a literal final step. The orgasm would release their remaining reluctance to serve. It would empty their heads of their old lives, allowing them to be transitioned into their new ones. Once they came into their messy (and almost always wet) diapers, their minds would be bound to him.

When the newest girl was subjugated, mind incapable of forming a thought without his approval, he would send the girl before to collect her. The funniest one was when he sent Marisa to collect her own sister! Marisa didn’t even look at her sister with an ounce of recognition as she gather the pathetic girl up, brought her to the nursery, and gave her the first diaper change of her new life.

He had the old girls spend a week helping the new ones adjust before selling the old and repeating the cycle. The stream of easily infantilized girls looking for cheap rent really seemed to be endless.

The babies of New York City were so stupid… but they looked so good in their diapers.

A whiff of powder. The quiet chorus of crinkling plastic. The shiver-inducing sensation of her fingertips grazing his most intimate regions. And then, amid this incongruous sensory medley came her voice: sweet, loving as ever, but with a new note of amused condescension.

"Honey, you know the rule. You made it yourself, remember?" Blair was smiling softly as she tugged at the cotton-and-plastic layers beneath her husband's naked groin. "Oh, don't think I blame you. You're absolutely right that sheets are pricey, and mattresses more so. So it only makes sense that we take care not to ruin them..."

Felix groaned softly, but there was no way he could deny the truth of her words. He had been a bit of an ass about her periods when she'd had her first few nocturnal leaks. He might have been half-joking when he'd first grumbled about how the bloody stains wouldn't ever come out, and how she really ought to wear something more protective than a flimsy little pad. But the joke had taken on a life of its own when he'd happened to notice that pack of "adult briefs" in the supermarket and impulsively thrown it into the cart with a chuckle. "Dare you to wear them," he'd chortled when she'd protested at how unfunny his joke was. "I mean, if you can't control your own bodily fluids it only makes sense, right?"

It was Blair's turn to giggle now as her hands slipped dexterously down over his vulnerable crotch, pausing to linger affectionately on his respectably-sized cock. "Sure, I admit it. I guess it was a hard ask at first when you said I ought to wear some better protection during my periods. But you know, you ended up being so right, honey! If we can't control our own bodily fluids and keep from damaging the sheets and mattress, we just need to use a bit of protection, don't we? And just like we're not going to ruin our mattress through my periods, we're also not about to ruin them through your, ahem, wet dreams..."

"But- but- they don't stain as much-" "Staining isn't the problem, honey," Blair reminded him, her smile widening as she felt his vulnerable cock stirring into life under her rhythmic ministrations. "It's the principle of the thing! Why should I have to waddle off to bed in a diaper for a week every month, while you get to lay there in your boxers and spurt jizz into our sheets with no protection whatsoever – and no consequences?" She smirked and tweaked his nose playfully. "And here I thought you believed in gender equality, honey!"

It was all very well to joke about it. She didn't need to tell Felix how she'd begun to feel the oddest attachment – attraction, even – to these bulky undergarments. She didn't need to confess to him that, horny as she often got during the latter days of her period, she now felt more excited than ever when she felt that thick bulk tucked between her thighs and cupping her pussy. And she definitely didn't need to tell him that she was already getting wet now: aroused by the irreplaceable sight of her tough husband hiding his face in shame at the powdery humiliation she was gently forcing upon him...

No, of course not. All she needed to do was laugh and tease him into blushing submission.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander, they say!" she laughed, and was rewarded with a groan of mingled arousal and embarrassment as she forced his involuntarily stiffening member down into the powdery padding beneath him. "Don't worry, babe – you can dribble and cum all you want to now! You'll be wrapped up safe and snug, just like me...

"Now isn't that great?"

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"Wait, you want me to do what?"

Your hands were trembling, your breath catching in your lungs. What an idiot. What an absolute idiot you'd been! Here you were, on this nice weekend getaway with this amazing girl you'd only met two months before. Everything was going along swimmingly. You'd just had a great meal at a restaurant a few blocks away. You'd laughed your way back to the hotel, and you'd cuddled, and things had begun to get steamy…

And then you'd done it. "Hey, are you, like, into any kinds of… you know… kinky stuff?"

Oh, she'd giggled at that. "What, like getting tied up and shit?" She'd tossed her blonde hair and shrugged. "I mean, I guess? Wait… what about you? Are you saying you wanna get kinky tonight, babe?"

God, if she'd only known how apropos that last word was. But then you'd blurted it out before you'd thought – before you'd had a chance to chicken out. "I mean… yeah. I'm kinda- I, you know… I dunno, but… I guess I really think it would be hot if… if you wore a diaper."

She stared at you with the most indescribable expression, and you could feel yourself shriveling up, collapsing down into a little ball of shame and fear under her gaze. "I- I- heh, heh- just… just joking, you kno-" you faltered desperately. Chuckle. Ease the tension. Anything, please-

But she cut you off with a laugh. "Wait, really? No, no. Don't kid me, dude. You were actually serious, weren't you?" And under her searching blue eyes… well, what could you do but nod?

Though the next words weren't anything like what you'd expected to hear next.

"Oh, praise be! You know, at first I thought you might be into some really messed-up shit: you know, knives and chains and all." You spluttered, eyes wide as she bounced merrily on the bed. "I mean, sure! You got one handy?"

"Wha- wait, but- but, really?!" You were aghast, feeling desperately the need to pinch yourself to snap out of this fever dream. She couldn't be serious. Diapers were taboo. They were fucked up, weird, deviant, idiotic-

"Bro, relax!" she smiled now, and then she was slipping her hand reassuringly onto your tight-drawn shoulders. "Listen, it's okay! I mean, sure – I dunno that I've ever worn a diaper before-" and here she chuckled wryly. "At least not since I was a kid! But heck, I dunno. I think it sounds kinda cute." You breathed, and realized then that you'd been holding your breath for who knows how many minutes. She… she was really okay with it?

"Really?" You quavered, and she shrugged and nodded, her blue eyes locking with your own. "Dude, relax! Of course! It's not like you're asking me to expose myself, or make out with four other guys, or, I dunno, drink your piss or something. Like, it's just a diaper, right? Big deal. We've all worn one before, and I bet we'll all wear one again before we're dead and gone."

She giggled once more and let one hand slip playfully down to your jean-clad crotch. "Hang on, lemme see if you were really serious. Think about me now, babe. Think about seeing me laying here on the bed without any pants on. I'll be laying here just like a cute baby girl, with a crinkly 'ol diaper on instead of panties. Sounds like you'd like that, huh?"

The straining pressure in your crotch provided all the answer she needed.

"Well, then, buddy – I think you'd better get busy!" she tittered once more. "Come on. I don't suppose you'd happen to have one in your suitcase already, would you?"

Somehow, you did.

And once you'd tremblingly taped your laughing companion into the garment of your dreams, she lolled playfully onto the bed, toying with her long blonde hair and gazing over with merry eyes. "Hey, there! Like what you see, babe?" She wriggled her crinkling rear provocatively and dropped her eyes to your ill-concealed – and increasingly painful – hard-on. "Oh, my! I don't suppose you'd care to give a little baby like me a taste, hmm? I may be pretty big for a baby, but I still really like sucking on things…"

Good god. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe not. But whatever the case, you mused as you tugged desperately at your jeans and pre-cum stained underwear… whatever the case, you didn't ever want this to end.

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Trick or treat

I was sitting on the floor of the nursery playing with my cars when mommy walked it smiling.

“Oh baby boy aunty rea rea and Brooke are with Ren. Time to get your costume on so we can all go trick or treating” she said.

It had been almost 4 years now since mommy and daddy turned me back into a diaper filling toddler so going out in public was nothing to me. As I sat there I watched mommy met a orange onesie out of the closest an some yellow costume I still couldn’t make out.

Mommy helped me stand up and patted the changing table. I didn’t realize but in the last 2 hours of playing I had almost soaked through my cloth diaper. With hundreds of changes precision mommy quickly had me out of the soaked confines and into a clean dry disposable. She sat me up and pulled the onesie over my head and then pushed me down to snap it at the crotch. Then she pulled my costume out. It was a hooded t shirt that looked like Pikachu. It stopped about mid diaper and did nothing to hide it.

Mommy helped me off the changing table and onto the floor. She took my hand and led me down the stairs to the living room. When we got to the bottom of the stairs aunty Rea Rea and Brooke were standing and talking. They both turned to look at me cooing and awwing at me as I blushed. Baby Ren was in the stroller dressed as a lion chewing on her toys. Mommy said all set as we made our way past the women to the front door. As we neared the door mommy stopped and keeled down to help me put on my shoes. Just as mommy was standing up I felt a large hand grab my diapered butt and pat it. I quickly darted my head around to see daddy standing behind me.

“Look at my cute little man, I hope this diaper can catch them all for you” He said.

I blushed again and bowed my head looking the other way. He kissed mommy as she opened the front door.

“Let’s go” Mommy said as she motioned for me to go out the door. Making sure to pat my diapered butt again as I passed.

As I walked onto the front walk I noticed all the parents and kids stare. Some making comments and others just pointing and laughing. I knew nothing I wore did anything to hide the fact I was diapered. Let alone the fact that I was 5’ 11” and 180 pounds of what was a man. The ladies take no notice as mommy gives me a trick or treat pail. Mommy takes my hand and starts walking. Before we even hit the end of the ten foot walkway I already feel my diaper getting warm. I slowly fall into a world of ecstasy as the warmth absorbs into the padding and mush of the wet padding puts pressure against my soft little clitte nestled in its white puff confines.

I’m suddenly broken from my world when I hear mommy say “go up there” as I see her point up the drive. I looked to see our neighbours sitting handing out candy to swarms of kids coming up. I make my way up the drive to them. As I reach them Miss Myers looks up with a big smile on her face.

“Well it looks like we have a wild Pikachu on our hands here. He might need some candy to keep him under control” she said. And with that she dropped a piece of candy in my basket. After she dropped it in she slid her hand onto my crouch and gave a little squeeze. “Little damp but your last” she chuckled. Miss Myers has watched me more than a few times and changed a lot of my diapers in the last 4 years. I blushed a little as I heard mommy call my name. I turned around and skipped back to mommy.

The rest of the houses on the next couple blocks went close to the same. Without the diaper check of course. I knew most of the people as mommy and daddy made sure that the people around us knew who I was and that I was in diapers. 99% of them thought I was mommy’s step brother who had a mental condition and she took care of me. Only miss Myers and a couple others knew the truth about my diapers.

We had hit 4 blocks and my candy basket was full along with my diaper. I had wet quite a bit more since we had left the house and it was puffing out. My diaper was bulging at its confines and if that didn’t make it obvious my cowboy waddle would definitely let anyone know my diapered status.

It was getting dark and most kids were going home and few were left. I was leading the pack as the women liked to watch me waddle in my diapers. We came up to one last house. I stopped at the front walk and looked down at my basket and then back at mommy. She motioned for me to go up if I wanted and so I did. I I waddled up the walkway to where the people were sitting. As I said trick or treat in my most childish voice the lady gave me a piece of candy and looked at me funny. I said “tank you” and turned to leave. Just as I stepped away the scarecrow in the chair next to her came alive and yelled jumping up. I jumped as I realized it was a person. But the jump did more than just scare me. I felt the front of the diaper grow warm and faster than normal and then just as suddenly I felt mushy mud enter the seat of my diaper. Instinctively I bent my knees and grunted. I filled my pants in only seconds as I felt the poopie nestle in the seat of my diaper and the front grow a little colder. I turned back to see the people just staring at me. Finally the lady talks.

“Did you just shit yourself!” she said as she reached out and grabbed the seat of my diaper. She squeezes the poopie parcel in my diaper and then reaches and turns me around and squeezes the front of my diaper. She looks up at me wide eyed and mouth open.

“OH MY GOD! YOUR WEARING A DIAPER! AND IT'S COMPLETELY SOAKED LIKE A BABY! I thought you were just a big kid and was walking weird. I didn’t even see your diaper, you little baby” She says.

Tears start to flow from my eyes as the scarecrow starts laughing, falling back in his chair. Mommy and the women are at the end of the walkway which is longer than most. Mommy called out my name and asked if her baby boy is ok. The lady stands up and takes my hand as tears flow from my face. The lady walks me to the end of the walk to mommy and aunties.

“I’m so sorry but my name is Marissa and me and my husband were scaring bigger kids that came up. Which we thought your, Baby boy? Was one of them. We might have accidentally made him accidentally dirty his diapers. We are sorry I didn’t realize he had such a weak bladder and was trying to hold it.” Marissa told them.

They all stood there in the silence with my muffled whimpers breaking it as I cried. This went on for 30 or so seconds before mommy and aunties busted out laughing. Mommy pulled a pacifier out of her pocket and pushed in my mouth to stop my whimpers. At the same time a wet fart escaped my diaper and I bent my knees again and pushed more poopie into the waiting seat of my diaper. Marissa stared down at me as I was still holding her hand and squeezed it as I filled my pants.

“Darling he has no control over any of that. He just goes when he goes. You two helped the process along this time.” Mommy said between laughs.

Mommy reached out and took my hand from Marissa’s and led me towards the house. When we reached home mommy led me straight to the changing table. Just like before she quickly had me changed out of the dirty diaper and into a fresh clean cloth one. She pulled my plastic pants up and a nice fleece onesie over me before helping me into the crib and locking the side closed. She leans down and kisses me goodnight before walking out of the room and flipping the lights off.