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Too Real

SCANNING…

INITIALIZING PARAMETERS…

PROCESSING DATA…

PROCESSING DATA…

LOADING ENVIRONMENTS…

いらっしゃいませ。

Your heart is pounding and your head is spinning as you try to make sense of the world around you. The sign in front of the building, the smiling, diaper-clad hostess… how did they know?

Of course they know, you remind yourself. This machine knows what you want. This machine knows you better than you know yourself. There’s nothing to hide anymore, so you may as well enjoy it.

You wonder if they’ll let you in, but as you step forward to ask, you immediately know the answer. 

You can feel the thick diaper between your legs, and you look down to find it - fluffy, white, and dry for the moment - under a yellow sundress. But that’s not all you find. 

Inspecting yourself up and down, you find long, clean-shaven arms and legs, long locks of cherry-blossom-pink hair, and a large pair of perky breasts. Just like the girl in front of you, you’re animated, and yet you feelso real, the sensations of skin, bone, and flesh the very same you’ve always known. 

“Would you like to come in?” the cheery hostess asks, and you look up and nod. 

Inside, the building seems to go on forever. There are playrooms, ball pits, and inflatable castles, all filled with diaper-clad girls just like you, giggling and bouncing around. 

You’re so transfixed by it all that you bump into a girl right in front of you, nearly losing your balance in the process. Your cheeks burn red as you turn to apologize, but the girl - purple-haired, wearing a short blue dress, long white socks, and a wide yellow hat - shakes it off, insisting that there’s nothing to worry about. 

“You can call me Keiko-chan,” she adds, and you give her your name in turn. 

“I’m 23 years old from Yamagata Prefecture. Where are you from?”

For a moment, you wonder what to say, but you decide to give an honest answer. 

“Eh? I do not know that place. Is it far?” she asks, and you nod, smiling. 

Soon, Keiko-chan leads you by hand to her favorite ball pit, and the two of you begin to play together. You both fire off curious questions, laughing and wowing at the stories you share. You learn that her favorite show is Bluey, and that her favorite stuffed animal is a glittery unicorn named Belle. And she lights up in wonder as you tell her about yourself. 

The hours fly as you work your way through every attraction at the party. You swim around in the ball pit, play tag and hide-and-seek in the playrooms and open areas, and jump to dizzying heights in the bouncy castle, both blushing as your dresses ride up to put your diapers on full display. 

You don’t want it to end, but then you see Keiko’s expression shift, and you notice a tall, older woman with a serious expression making her way towards you. 

“Uh oh,” Keiko-chan explains, “they wanna take me back to the nursery for changies time. But it’s okay, I don’t have to go yet, I’ll tell them.”

Her appeal doesn’t go quite as planned. 

The older woman takes Keiko by the hand and takes a step away. And then, it happens. 

Without any warning, you feel yourself filling the back of your diaper. Your muscles are helpless to control it, and the loud, rude noises are enough to make Keiko and her caregiver turn their heads. And then, with just as total an absence of control, you feel a stream let loose and soak the padding, its hiss loud and unmistakable. 

You’re still trying to collect yourself, but Keiko-chan thinks quickly and speaks up. 

“Doyouhave a nursery to go to?” she asks, and you shake your head shyly. 

“Would you like to join mine?”

The two of you cheer, jumping with joy at the development. You walk together, hand in hand, behind Keiko-chan’s caregiver, giggling and planning what fun you’ll have next. Briefly, in the excitement, you lose yourself. 

“I love you, Keiko-chan,” you blurt out, your free hand rushing to cover your blushing face as soon as the words leave your mouth. 

The girl pauses for a moment, before stepping softly towards you and leaning in. 

“I love you too,” she whispers, before embracing you fully, wrapping her arms around you as you quickly do the same. Her lips find yours, and her kiss is soft and wet. Her tongue makes its way into you, and your heart thumps, faster and faster, louder, and louder, and louder. 

****

You wake up, flustered. The room is dark. Your head throbs as you try to reorient yourself to this otherreality. 

And then, you feel the puddle you’re sitting in. And that smell…

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Learning to Let Go

Stylish. Sleek. Sexy. 

That’s how I found her - just another silly girl pretending to act all grownup to impress the boys. Sweating over makeup, stressing over work, trying to keep up all her appearances. The poor thing - she didn’t even realize how much of a prisoner she was. 

She was shocked when I told her that I didn’t need any of it, that shedidn’t need any of it. But I explained to her that I could teach her to let go of all those big girl worries, all those pesky thoughts clouding her little mind, and her eyes welled up as she begged on her knees to know more.

As I leaned down to wipe her tears away, I directed her chin up, whispering softly, ‘Mommy is here. Mommy is going to take care of you. And you don’t have to worry anymore.' 

With that, I kissed my little girl on the forehead. And that night, her training began.

Oh, it took some time for her to get used to the rules, of course. She couldn’t quite understand why she wasn’t allowed to make any decisions for herself, why I kept reminding her that that was Mommy’s job. She couldn’t understand why I didn’t let her read anything, why any time I saw something on her screen that wasn’t a picture, I’d just turn it right off. And of course, she was a bit timid when I explained that she wouldn’t be allowed to use the potty anymore - you should have seen the pout on her face when I first made her fill her diapers for me! They really are so precious when they’re learning. 

But now, she doesn’t even need those rules! She wouldn’t know where to start with making decisions without Mommy’s guidance. If she even tries to open a book made for grownups, it’ll just make her poor little head hurt. And it wouldn’t make any difference if I let her use the potty - these days, she doesn’t even know she’s messy until I check on her!

Oh, some might say she’s dumber now, nothing more than an oversized, pants-filling toddler. But I like to say that her mind is liberated, and she’s exactly where she wants to be - exactly where she belongs. 

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A 4th to Forget (Excerpt)

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Both Anna and my parents took the approach that, as young adults, they’d rather us drink responsibly around them than debaucherously around others. Little did they know, both Anna and I had enjoyed our fair share of beverages elsewhere, but nonetheless, it usually persuaded us to take advantage of the free drinks at home.

“C’mon, let’s make one. If you’re nice, I might even see if my dad will let you have some of his nice whiskey.” She said with a conspicuous grin before exiting the room.

Shortly thereafter, Anna’s parents made dinner. Mexican of course, their favorite. They frequented meals such as these; “The spicier, the better!” they’d say. To the contrary, me and spicy were not copacetic. I did my best to dredge through the meal, but my diminishing appetite was quickly becoming noticeable.

“You gonna eat?” Anna questioned in jest with a soft smile.

Understanding what precipitated her question, I peered up at the table. I’d hoped to find someone as dispositioned as I was to the audaciously spicy food that awaited me; instead, empty plates abound.  

“Too spicy for ya, huh?” Lance joked, communal laughter following.

Whether it was the alcohol or my pride, the stuffed serrano peppers were no longer intimidating.

“Not at all!”

As I attempted to casually devour one, my mother’s concerned expression glared brightly.  As the heat quickly escalated, I was reminded why her concern was valid.

“I didn’t know you liked those so much! Here, take a few more.” Anna’s mom graciously offered, appearing to confirm I was hiding my displeasure well.  

“Thanks… they’re… great.” My gabbled response was clearly not to my mother’s liking as she again produced a pronounced stare in my direction.

“Sweetheart, I’m sure those are tasty, but they may come with a hefty price tomorrow.”  My mother announced, again provoking laughter before she even finished.

I responded with a silent “I’ll be fine” shrug as table conversations resumed. As I continued, my mother discreetly exited the table and approached me.

As she quietly leaned in, I quickly ascertained the source of her discontent.

“Honey, please stop. I don’t want you to have another accident like last time.” She said through a quieted whisper that couldn’t have been quiet enough. I quickly fixed my eyes on Anna to ensure she hadn’t heard, but her subtle curiosity was hardly conspicuous.

“You know your IBS flares up when you eat spicy food…”

“MOM… NOT… NOW.” I quietly demanded through gritted teeth.

Anna’s curiosity was now visibly peaking. Luckily, my embarrassment-riddled cheeks were easily mistaken as a result of my eating.

“How about another drink?” I questioned towards Anna, hoping to dissuade my mother from continuing her talks of my potential calamity.

“Yes please!” Anna stated while handing me her empty glass.

My mother concluded her informal reprimand with her eyes boring into me imploringly.  

As the night continued, Anna and I quickly attained, and subsequently eclipsed a buzz. While usually responsible around our parents, they too were throwing them back. As the night wore on, it seemed as though the only responsible people residing at the residence were Anna’s cousins who were already in bed.

The fun began to fade as we’d blown past warm and fuzzy and approached sloppy and sleepy. Anna and I helped clean up before heading to our hodgepodge bedroom full of 13 to 18-year old’s.

As we lay in bed, conversations ensued with Nathan and Lance. Though I was took drunk to care, or perhaps, too drunk to tell the difference, I got the sense that Lance was flirting with Anna.

He was tall, athletic, and if forced to admit, good looking. I didn’t necessarily feel threatened upon meeting him, but I had sensed he lacked boundaries, which was cause for concern.

Anna and I have something that Lance couldn’t offer, which gave me solace. We had been friends for a year before my feelings for her had involuntarily begun to ooze out of me. Despite my fear of compromising our friendship, I finally found the courage to disclose my feelings to her. Surprisingly and much to my delight, she too admitted she had begun to have feelings for me as well.

I need not deceive you; my feelings for her were immutably stronger. There was little doubt that I didn’t pass the “eye-test” when we were together. Her long silky brown hair, green eyes, and slender athletic build didn’t proportionally match me, but what made us special was how close we were; we could talk about anything. Her personality was a bright beaming light that, comparatively, made everyone else appear glaringly dull.

The alcohol soon put us to sleep, dulling my feelings of inadequacy.

The sun lit the room, waking me despite my resistance. Slowly becoming lucid, the absence of noise caught my attention.

Peering around the room, I realized it was empty. I guess I had more alcohol than I thought.

My throbbing headache corroborated my suspicion. Then, something else unequivocally confirmed it.

No… please… not that…. not now.

Peeling the sheets back, the familiar sight and smell surfaced memories of the not-so-distant past.

Humiliation filled me from my toes to my burning cheeks. The inescapable memory of being treated a fraction of my age engulfed and destroyed the dignity I’d worked so hard to build. 

The sound of footsteps approaching redirected my attention away from self-pity and into survival mode. Every step growing closer and every thought moving faster, I panicked.

As the door opened, I stood there frozen, futilely using my pillow to obfuscate the undeniable damage to my PJ’s.

I was well-aware that I likely appeared more like an embarrassed 4-year-old than the 18-year-old that I was.

“Hey honey, Anna told me what happened. You feeling okay?”

My face instantly went white. The realization that Anna already knew surged a tsunami sized wave of regrettably misplaced indignation. Now, I not only appeared like an embarrassed 4 year old, but felt like one.

“I… I…. don’t know… what… happened.” 

Every stuttered word that escaped my mouth continued to match my pathetic appearance and my mom’s disenchanted expression.

“It’s okay, honey. You’ve made a lot of progress and that’s something you should be proud of.”

My mother’s compliments were always slathered with her maternal incentive, but this was beguiling.

Then it caught my eye.

“Mom…” I stopped as I felt my petulant tone shifting to a petulant whine.

“I don’t need...” Again I caught myself, but this time not out of my own self-awareness, but the presence of someone in the hallway.

Anna appeared from behind my mom. I abhor the polarizing sight before me; Anna, in a revealing skirt that left little to the imagination, showing off her long, slender tan legs, my mother, holding what I could easily prognosticate as my new underwear, and me, appearing no better than a frightened little boy.

“Hey babe, it’s okay. Accidents happen.” 

Her maternal tone made me feel a lot less like her boyfriend and a lot more like her child.

“No! They don’t, I mean it did… but, it’s not like I need...”

“No need to be dramatic. I know all about your history of ‘accidents’, both day and night.” 

Anna stated this matter-of-factly as she began approaching, me quickly noticing familiar supplies in hand.

“Wait! What, how? I mean… what do you think you know?”

My begrudging tone birthed a sarcastic expression on her face as she proceeded to direct me back towards my bed.

“C’mon, just let your mom change you and when I get back we can hangout.”

Her soothing voice seemed to always calm even the most ferocious storm.

Now on my back staring up at Anna, I acquiesced to their insistence of ‘protection’

“Wait, where are you going?”

My mother began cleaning my bottom as Anna paused at the doorway.

“Lance asked if I wanted to go out to the lake with him and Nathan. We’ll probably be back in a couple of hours.”

“Wait!”

Anna again paused, now peering back at me annoyed.

The smell of baby powder momentarily shifted my attention. The feeling of my mother applying it entirely shattered it.

“…Yes…?”

Now she seemed frustrated.

“Can I come?”

For the umpteen time this morning, I again noticed how utterly childish I sounded after words escaped my lips.

“Up.” my mother commanded.

Staring into Anna’s eyes, I felt the diaper slide underneath me. The expression on her face served as the undeniable answer to my question.

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Summer’s Summer

The sun was bright, the boys were hot, and the drinks were flowing. Summer break had begun, and it was everything Summer could’ve hoped for.

However, Summer’s summer takes an interesting turn after she makes a few short-sighted decisions.

As she lay on her back, she considers how her summer has languishingly failed to be all that she’d hoped for.

While her friends enjoyed the summer she’d looked forward to, she lay here, enduring yet another humiliating moment.

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Hailee’s Punishment Pampers

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Hailee was in a panic.

Standing on her parents’ doorstep, she anxiously fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Crap… I gave my key to my friend.” she disappointingly realized as she continued to struggle.

She could already feel the seat of her infantile underwear being compromised; a faint scent wafted to her nostrils to confirm her ever growing fear.

How could such a beautiful girl be in such a dirty predicament?

Hailee had endured plenty of embarrassing moments in the last few days, particularly due to the “punishment” her parents had imparted upon her.

The first semester freshman was a sight for sore eyes. Ordinarily of course. She cringed at the thought of anyone seeing her like this, especially her boyfriend, Adam.

“How has it come to this?” Hailee thought to herself.

A week earlier her parents had learned of Hailee’s naughty outings with her boyfriend and decided she was due for some punishment.

Being that she was 18 and in college, it was unlikely that grounding her would be effective. Thus, they decided to return to a punishment they had successfully practiced during her youth; diaper punishment.

Truthfully it hadn’t been that bad. Sure, they made her wear diapers, but it had never gone any further than that.

They posited that it was unlikely for a guy to want to have sex with a girl wearing a Pamper. Even less likely for a girl to admit she was wearing one.

The rules were simple. She was to be in a Pamper at all times for an entire week. If at any moment they discovered that she was out of them, it would become a month. If that failed, well… according to them, they would ‘actually’ treat her like a baby.

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