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Magic Diapers – The Princess's CastleSomeone was looking for this story. I'm publishing everything I have. Jessica's Days By LaurenChapter 1It was a bright and sunny June day when Jessica Anderson came home after the last year's cheerleader practice. He closed the door to his red convertible, grabbed his book bag and went to the house to shower and change before heading next to take care of his neighbors, the Roberts, the two-and-a-half-year-old Amanda at night. When she entered the house, Jessica went up to her room where she put her books in her bed before she stripped for her shower. Throwing her uniform to the laundry and wrapping a towel around herself, she went to the bathroom to cool off after a vigorous practice session. After bathing, Jessica wrapped a towel around her and returned to her room to change. He chose a tanga and a bra as well as a pair of denim blue shorts and a pink baby doll t-shirt. After drying thoroughly, he put his clothes and stood in front of the full-size mirror in his room to comb his brown hair straight and long. Taking a scrunchy of his dresser, he put his hair in a ponytail and put a couple of flippers. Taking his bag and his keys, he went next to the Roberts. On his way down the stairs, he passed through his 14-year-old sister Elizabeth. "If anyone asks, I am near the Amanda babysitter. I told Mom she was going, but if she forgets, please remember her. Jessica said. "Sure, Jess. Have fun." replied Elizabeth. "Thank you." Jessica said as she was heading next door. He loved sitting for Amanda. He was so adorable and so full of energy. Little did Jessica realize that her whole summer would be molded by this particular night. Just when she got to the door, Mrs. Roberts opened it for her. Hey, Jess. Mrs. Roberts said. I was about to come and see if you forgot about tonight. Go ahead. Amanda's sleeping right now so you don't have to worry about her yet. Thank you, Mrs. Roberts. I'm sorry I wasn't here before. I had my last cheerleader practice today, so I needed to shower before I came. "It's okay, honey. Mr. Roberts and I are leaving now. Emergency numbers are in the refrigerator where they are usually, so if you need anything you know where to get there. Tonight we'll be home around ten. You have fun now. "OK, I will, you too! "Jessica entered the nursery where Amanda was sleeping with sound. She admired her there, sleeping in her crib without a care in the world. He took the baby monitor receiver and entered the living room to watch TV. He turned on television and started to go through channels looking for something to see. Eventually it was established in Bugs and Daffy cartoons in Cartoon Network. In half an hour, she was asleep on the couch. While she collapsed, she had the strangest and most wonderful dream imaginable. Pictures of itself as a baby blinked in his mind in quick fire before fading into a scene where his own seventeen-year-old was lying in a crib like Amanda's in a room like Amanda's. Like the fade-in was complete, baby Jessica woke up and the perspective changed inside her head. It was a very strange feeling, Jessica's dream was observed. She looked through the eyes of a seventeen-year-old boy in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy dressed like a baby in a crib. He sat down to have a better sense of his environment. While she was changing her weight under her background, she heard a wrinkling sound. It was just then that he noticed his diaper. It was like the diapers Amanda was wearing. He was fit to his cunning and strangely comforting. He wondered if he was experiencing through his dream how it was to be Amanda. Everything seemed enormous from this new perspective. The nursery seemed huge. If he stood up, he doubted his head coming over the rail in the cradle. However, somehow, she felt strangely calm. Faced by her surroundings, though she was, she felt strangely comforted. He got back and put his thumb in his mouth instinctively. The scene vanished black. The next scene she vanished was a Jess couldn't make sense. She was still lying in a crib, still sucking her thumb, and still had a swollen diaper, but she wasn't in Roberts' house. The room that surrounded the cradle where he was was his own room in his own house. He recognized all Britney Spears posters on his wall and desk. The crib he slept in was where his bed was supposed to be. Where your red oak packer used to be there was a pink pine change table completely supplied with disposable diapers, baby wipes and dust. Then his dream became strange. Elizabeth, her fourteen-year-old sister came in and stood up at the crib's sweep, staring at her. Hi, baby" Elizabeth cooed as she lowered her crib. "You are awake, I see. I thought I'd come to see if your diaper needed to change. "Jessica could hardly believe his ears. He realized that, as he was apparently sleeping in a crib, sucking his thumb and using a diaper, it was totally possible that his diaper needed to change. Still, doesn't Elizabeth remember that Jessica was three years older than her? This was all very strange. However, Elizabeth pulled her out of the cradle and on the table that changed through the room. Just as Isabel took off the tapes and pulled out the diaper's front between Jessica's legs to rest on the changing table was Jessica surprised by the crying sound. Jarringly woke up from his strange dream, Jessica realized his surroundings. She realized that the crying she was hearing was Amanda through the baby monitor. When he got up to go to the nursery he realized that he was sucking his thumb in his dream. He took his thumb off his mouth and cleaned it in his shorts. "What a strange dream!" thought of itself. When he entered the nursery, he lowered the crib and picked Amanda up to realize that he needed a diaper change. How ironic, Jessica thought. He took Amanda to the exchange table and put her down. She was extremely aware of herself as a result of the strange dream she had just had. She changed Amanda's diaper, trying not to think about what she just saw. He looked at the clock. Now it was eight and thirty. The Roberts would be home in an hour and a half. He decided it was time for both of us to have a dinner. She took Amanda to the kitchen where she put her in her tall chair while fixing a bottle of formula. She microwaved it for a minute or so, then tested on her wrist to make sure it wasn't too hot. Picking up Amanda, he took her to the couch where she gave her the bottle. After finishing the bottle, Jessica put Amanda in her playpen in the living room so she could fix something to eat. After having a sandwich and a glass of milk, Jessica returned to the living room to find Amanda playing with some blocks in her playpen. Jessica picked her up and then took her to the couch where she held her and turned on TV. They both sat like this until 9:30 when Amanda fell asleep. Jessica took Amanda back to her crib and put her in it. He was about to get off when the diaper pack caught his eye. I doubt the Roberts will notice if I take one or two. Jessica thought of herself when she got two Amanda's diapers out of the package and brought them down where she stabbed them in her purse. At the same time that she was zipped her purse, the Roberts walked in the door. "Well, hello." Jessica said half nervously, wondering if Mrs. Roberts had seen the diapers in his purse while he cremated him. "Hello, Jess," answered Ms. Roberts cheerfully, I hope we didn't scare you. How was your night?" Oh, no! I was fine. I put Amanda in her crib about half an hour ago. He was an angel as usual. "Oh, that's good to hear. Here's the money for tonight. Thank you so much again for your help. "Oh, it was my pleasure." Jessica said that while she grabbed her purse, she took Mrs. Roberts and he went out the door. After checking her dream Amanda, Mrs. Roberts looked at the pack of diapers and a growing smile of understanding appeared on his face. John, honey, you told your husband in the other room. Yes, dear? Looks like Amanda's almost out of diapers, would you mind picking up something next time you go to the store? "It's a thing, dear."Atrapado" And there's a moral to this story. Or it was supposed to be a moral to this story. But because I am dislexic, it is, in fact, a marble." - Eddie IzzardLauren ToddlerOfflinePosts: 348REPOST Pañales for Jessica Chapters 2-5 « Reply #1 on: May 07, 2006, 12:24:57 PM »Diapers for Jessica By LaurenChapter 2Getting home, Jessica went straight to her room. It was like she remembered. No change table, no crib. That was a relief. It was not, however, lacking diapers. There were two in her purse, which she pulled out and threw under her bed. Slightly ashamed of what she had done, and still a little nervous about Mrs. Roberts could have seen them in her purse before she had left it completely closed, decided to block the incident of her mind. The school was out for the summer; there was a lot of fun to be had this summer. Jessica decided the best thing I could do was go to bed. Hopefully your mind would be a little clearer tomorrow. She went undressed, put on a summer night dress and lay down to sleep. "Everything will be better tomorrow," Jessica said. If that were true or not, I'd have to see it. He went to sleep and his thumb turned comfortably into his mouth as he got into the land of dreams. As when he fell asleep in the Roberts', his dreams began with a series of incoherent images such as tigers playing beans that gave way to a more sensitive story, even if Jessica's conscious mind could not necessarily make sense of it. This time, it was if I was filming a movie. The "camera" suddenly approached around her room as a "diaper" homage device. As if it were possible, his dream was even stranger than last afternoon. What she was looking through the eyes of attracting the diapers to her hand as if they were magnetic. The next thing you saw was that the sheet flew from above her. I was about to be diagnosed. But this time it was his body, seventeen years old, and not a strange mixture of his mind encased in the body of a real baby. The angle changed, and what you saw was amazing. It was her mother who was about to diaper her. He fired one of the diapers and put it in Jessica's bed. Then he grabbed Jessica's ankles and raised her bottom from the surface of her bed while she lowered the diaper below. Then he returned it to her. Then his mother sprayed Jessica's diaper area with baby dust and rubbed it. He pulled the diaper between Jessica's legs and recorded it instead. She sat in her bed while her mother brought her a pink shirt that showed her midriff and obviously her diaper. Her mother lifted her up, looked at her well, and then hugged her with strength, giving her a touch of love to her diapered ass. "You're such a good girl," his mother said. Her mother took her hand and took her down on her t-shirt and diaper as if it were perfectly normal. This dream was strange. Her mother took her to the table where there was a tall chair waiting for her. The tray was removed and her mother picked it up and put it in the chair, caught it and then replaced it. Then a bib was tied around her neck and some bottles of baby food placed on the tray. Elizabeth, please come feed your sister. Jessica heard her mother say. He was mortified. Not only her sister apparently saw her in her diapers she was about to eat her while she was sitting in a tall chair. Elizabeth went into the room and pulled a chair to the high chair where Jessica was sitting. Elizabeth opened the first jar and started giving her sister a spoon. To his surprise, I sat in the high chair ate the baby food without any protest, as if I knew it was a baby. Just as Elizabeth finished eating cleaned her mouth, rinsed the jars of baby food, removed Jessica's bib and let her out of the high chair. Elizabeth went to the fridge and got a bottle of juice and took Jessica to the couch where she sat and went to Jessica where she slept with her head on her sister's lap and got sucked in the bottle. He just finished the bottle when he heard his alarm clock shut down. Jessica woke up, surprised, to find that she was once again in her seventeen-year-old self's room. She didn't have a diaper and hadn't been fed by her sister. However, once again, he sucked his thumb. Jessica learned instantly, however, that the most difficult thing to do was to put something like that out of her mind. He was dressed and went down to watch TV. He lit the news. He thought the news was less likely to show something related to the diaper. However, she was so aware of herself that she felt that she had "diadepora girl" written through her forehead in permanent marker. Elizabeth went into the room and sat next to her sister. "Since when do you start watching the news?" Elizabeth asked. There was nothing else. Jessica responded with a forced cold. Not usually when I start to watch the news, but for each of them I guess. I'll see what's for breakfast. Enjoy your news. "Just as Elizabeth got up and left Jessica in her news watching the TV court to the commercial. Much for Jessica's pilgrim, it was an announcement for Huggies' diapers. Just what I needed. However, instead of changing the channel, he sat there almost mesmerized by what he saw. The babies seemed so adorable and happy stopping at nothing more than their diapers. He had the mind of running up right now, closing and closing his door and trying one of the diapers he had hidden from the Roberts the night before. Just when she was about to get up, Elizabeth introduced her thoughts. "The breakfast is ready, it's waffles." he said. "Thank you." replied Jessica, trying not to sound as scared as she felt. Heading to the table, Jessica tried to shake off her underwear. He took some waffles and butter and syrup. He started to butter his waffles feeling as conscious as he had felt. She spilled the syrup over her waffles and almost He spilled something all over it. You okay, Jess? His mother asked. You seem very distracted this morning. "Yes, Mom. I'm fine. I guess I'm still tired. Maybe. By the way, Mrs. Roberts called and asked if you were going to take care of Amanda tomorrow night between 5 and 10 for her and Mr. Roberts could go out to a dinner that his company is hosting." In the mention of the Roberts', Jessica felt a pain of guilt when she had dragged two diapers from Amanda and wondered if Mrs. Roberts had seen them or, if he had, what he thought about her. "Sure, Mom, I will let you know that I will." Jessica answered. The rest of the food passed silently. Jessica tried not to make eye contact with anyone while eating her waffles and drinking her milk. He rose from the table, cleaned his place and tried as tirelessly as possible to walk slowly to his room as if nothing was waiting for her. Chapter 3When he entered his room, Jessica closed the door and closed it. It was the first day of summer vacation. He knelt down by his bed and took one of the diapers from under. She looked at him in his hands while he felt and handed him into his hands. She put it in her bed while she detonated her shorts and dropped them too much along with her panties. She took a blanket to lie on her in bed hoping to silence some noise. She lay down and spread the blanket over her. He took the diaper and unloaded it, then raised his back so he could put the diaper between him and his bed. She put her ass down and brought the diaper between her legs. It was a little too small for her, but she managed to get the tapes in the front of the diaper. It was extremely snug, but technically "fit". Feeding the diaper against her skin was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. She kept moving her legs to hear him ruin like Amanda's. She could not describe the feelings that go through her while she was there in the diaper. She would need to find some to better fit her, that's safe, but in the meantime, this would be enough. He went out of bed and walked into his mirror slowly, revealing himself in every step as his diaper wrinkled. The view in the mirror surprised her a little guard. For some reason, although it had no logical sense, I did not expect you to see exactly what I had dreamed. Somehow he thought that his image using a diaper in a dream would be different from his image using a diaper in real life. Excited beyond belief, she got down onto her hands and knees and began crawling around her room, paying no attention to how loud her diaper sound actuallyed. It was like she was doing this that Elizabeth emerged from her room across the hallway and started going down. When he heard the wrinkle, he stopped. She heard at Jessica's door, puzzled, for about five minutes. Then he turned down and gave him no importance. Too much wrapped in her new joy to notice that her sister had been standing outside her door for five minutes or more, Jessica continued to drag around her room. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, sucked her thumb, and put herself on her back and played with her feet like real babies. By this time it was almost lunch and she thought it would be better to show her face around the house so no one thinks she was doing something. He didn't want to take his diaper off, he decided to be extra-careful. He took a couple of denim shorts and threw them over his diaper, not thinking of looking for a bat in the mirror. He put on a shirt long enough to cover his waist. He got in the door and down for lunch, not taking into account the fact that the waist of his diaper would show if he folded. Walking carefully down the stairs, he was now more aware of himself than he had been before. But at least now he had something legitimate to be aware of himself. He was actually wearing a diaper. However, instead of feeling self-conscious, she felt exhilarated. Of course, I practically had to learn to walk again. There was a big difference between using a thin layer of fabric and a thick, bulky diaper between the legs. Walking through the kitchen, she noticed that Elizabeth was the only one who made lunch. Better, he thought. The last thing I needed was to be noticed by his whole family. He decided he'd make a ham sandwich. He pulled the ham and cheese out of the fridge without much trouble. He put them on the counter and went to get the bread, lettuce and tomato. "What are your plans for the summer, Jess?" Elizabeth asked. Not much. I will probably spend most of it taking care of me every summer." Jessica answered as she bowed to get the lettuce and tomatoes out of the drawer. His shirt rose and the waist of his diaper was briefly glimpsed by his younger sister, Elizabeth, who turned his eyes. Sounds fun. "Hey, can you give me the mustard?" Elizabeth replied. "It sounds like a thing, sister." Jessica said as she leaned towards the back of the refrigerator looking for mustard. His shirt rose again and if there had been any doubt in Elizabeth's mind about Jessica's diaper, it was quickly dissipated. Joining a subtle wrinkle when it straightened up and an obvious lump, the confusion this morning was cleared in Elizabeth's mind, only to be replaced by new confusions. He took it away for now, smiled, hoping his understanding would continue to grow. Jessica sliced the tomato and ripped off a lettuce for her sandwich, completely alien to what Elizabeth had seen and heard. He still eloted with the way the diaper made her feel, Jessica made her sandwich and put the spare food back in the refrigerator. Standing behind her wonder with her diaper, Elizabeth waited to return the mustard. Jessica took her sandwich to the living room where she put it on the coffee table and sat on the couch. She took the remote. She flew through the channels until she found nothing and then put on MTV. A video from Britney Spears just finished and they were about to cut the commercial. Like the commercial was coming, Elizabeth joined her sister in the lounge with her lunch. Just his luck, it was an announcement for the Pampers. It was asked if Elizabeth could read "diadem girl" through her forehead now, but Elizabeth did not seem to give any sign that she knew that her sister was wearing a diaper. The music videos returned and Elizabeth finished her lunch, and got up to go for her day. Jessica still felt too conscious to move, wondering if her sister could or could not read her as a book. Elizabeth left, Jessica suddenly felt the need to urinate. He got up and started going to the bathroom when a voice inside her spoke. Go to the bathroom? You're not wearing a diaper? He asked the voice. "Yes, yes." It was heard to respond sheep-shaped. She heard herself answering. "So you stole two diapers from your neighbor next door and you don't plan to use them?" he asked. "I didn't steal them. I took them. She responded defensively. "Anyway, but don't you think that since you have to take your diaper off anyway you should at least wet it before you do, to get the experience? What are you so tense about? Relax and let the piss flood your diaper. Babies wear diapers and are not aware of their own will to wet them, nor should it be. With that, the voice inside her head disappeared as suddenly as she had arrived and Jessica felt her bladder relax. While his warm urine flooded the diaper, he felt total relaxation. Any adult cared about or cared about being in that moment. Relaxed to the point of almost being in a trance, she walked upstairs to her room and lay in her bed. Instintively, she put her thumb in her mouth and only lay on her bed in a state of absolute elation for about twenty minutes, after which she decided she would want to change and get rid of the evidence. Chapter 4Jessica unchained the diaper and slipped it under his waist. It was at this time that he realized he had no baby towel. Not wanting her panties to smell like the urine that her skin was wet with, and having loved the experience of using and wetting the last diaper, Jessica pulled the other diaper under her bed and proceeded to re-diaper herself. Recently diapered and still a bit heated from all the experience, Jessica wondered what to do with the wet diaper she just removed. I couldn't keep him in his room, because he'd start smelling. I had to get rid of her somehow. He took a plastic bag and threw the diaper in it, throwing some trash out of his room on it. Then he went down. On her way out to the dump, Elizabeth stopped her to see what was going on. "Hello sis." Of all the time to go, Isabel had chosen the worst all day. What's up, Liz?" Jessica asked. "Oh, nothing much, and?" Elizabeth replied. Not much. I just cleaned my room and now I'm throwing trash." Jessica said something irritable. "Fun" said Elizabeth, and moved out of Jessica's way. He hit himself while he looked at his sister's slick background and walked out the door and trash. After having thrown his first diaper and using his second, Jessica wondered how he was going to get more. One option, although Jessica made her feel really guilty, was to keep stealing from the Roberts. The diapers made her feel very comfortable and happy; she did not want to go without them now that she had experienced her joy. "One step at a time" thought of itself. "I'm taking care of my baby tomorrow night, I could be able to sneak another diaper or two then." Until then, I'd have to do it with the diaper I had. Maybe she could make it last the rest of the day. He spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and dreaming. He wondered whether he could keep a diaper habit or not. There were so many things to consider. Where would I get the diapers? Where would I hide them? How would he get rid of them? Could you stop her from being caught? If so, how? For the rest of the day his head was spinning. He spent an hour in front of his mirror modeling his diaper. He wore different types of shirts, no shirt, different bras, just to get an idea of what seemed best with her. He ate dinner as fast as he could to return to his room where he could kick his diaper and a t-shirt. I couldn't believe how wonderful a diaper had made him feel. He crawled through his room for hours, finally knowing what it was like to be happy as Amanda in her playpen. Finally, all stunned, he fell asleep on his floor. This time, while her thumb slid softly into her mouth, she saw photos of Amanda and her room and her flash diapers quickly before she settled into a narrative. When the real story faded, he insinuated to see his hand held by his sister Elizabeth. She was dressed in a short pink dress that did nothing to hide her diaper under him. Elizabeth took her to her mother's car where she was gonna be placed in a car seat. This time, too, the big baby Jessica went voluntarily, as if nothing in this situation looked bad for anyone. Elizabeth helped baby Jessica in the car seat while her mother came from the house and got in the car herself. "We're going to go grocery shopping, honey" Jessica's mother slept with her while she left the entrance and left. Entering the BJ Major Club, Elizabeth helped baby Jessica out of her car seat. He took her by the hand, took her to the store, her mother with the shopping cart behind her. Once there, they went straight to the baby's hall. Jessica could barely believe what she was seeing. Diaper walls as far as the eye could see. His mother gave them the cart while Elizabeth was carrying Jessica behind the cart. Jessica saw her mother choose a huge box of diapers from the Pampers Princess brand. These, according to Jessica, were for teenagers who still needed protection at times. She noticed that there were 96 diapers in the case. It seemed like I've been wearing them for a while. This should keep my princess for a while," said Jessica's mother. "Yes, Mommy" baby Jessica cooed. Next to entering the cart there were baby wipes, lotion and two packs of the new Carnation formula for teenagers. His mother picked up some other items at the store and then proceeded to the exit. Just when she finished loading objects on her belt, Jessica woke up. Chapter 5Jessica was surprised to see that she was still on the ground, and still had a diaper. "At least it's dry." He thought of himself as he pulled his thumb out of his mouth. "but these dreams are becoming strange and strange. Without wanting to waste a perfectly good diaper, it was allowed to flood it before taking it off to the shower. Hiding the diaper temporarily in a plastic bag in her closet, she threw her robe around her loosely and went to shower. Returning after her shower, she sighed with disappointment by not having diapers to use. I was hoping I could get something soon. She was growing pretty affectionate the way they made her feel. Selecting a pair of underwear with bra, she threw shorts and a wrist tee and went down to breakfast. "Jess, honey, Mrs.Roberts called while you were showering and wanted to know if you could see Amanda all day from about 14:00 to 10 instead of tonight." His mother told him. Okay, Mom. I'll call her and let her know I will. Jessica answered. Walking through the salon, Jessica took the phone and called Mrs. Roberts. Hello? The lady answered. Roberts. "Hello, Mrs. Roberts, it's Jessica," he said. "I just wanted to tell you that I am more than happy to see Amanda for you today. " Thank you very much dear. I'll see you in a couple of hours. "See you soon. Goodbye." "Bye." Jessica's heart jumped with emotion. Eight whole hours of nanny. I couldn't wait. He thought maybe two or three diapers could sneak in without Mrs. Roberts realized. The thought of her revived her. A breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice was made and then washed the dishes. Then he saw television for about ten minutes to two. "Mom, I will be next to the day. I'll be back around 10." Jessica said while she grabbed her purse and headed for the Roberts door. "It sounds like it, honey. Have fun." His mother answered. He called the bell and waited for Mrs. Roberts to answer. The anticipation was almost more than I could bear. "Hello Jess, honey" said Ms. Roberts while he opened the door to let Jessica in. "I am so glad you can see Amanda. He likes a lot. My pleasure, Mrs. Roberts. Jessica answered. I've left a little extra money in case you need anything during the course of the day. Amanda's in her playpen and she just changed and fed, so she should spend a while before you have to do something. Emergency numbers are where they are always. Have fun!"Oh, I plan on it." Jessica thought about it. He thought he could afford to catch three Amanda's diapers. After that she would really have to find a plan to get her own a little more honestly. It would be mortified if Mrs. Roberts thought he was unreliable and wouldn't let him take care of Amanda, or even worse he was stealing diapers to take himself. Still the total ecstasy he experienced when using diapers overpowered her. As if a will wasn't entirely his, he was pushed down the stairs into Amanda's nursery. The first thing he noticed was that the Roberts had bought more diapers since he had the last baby. There were now 3 packages each containing approximately sixteen diapers each. Probably wouldn't miss three extras. She took three diapers from the bag and brought them down. He put two of them in his bag and brought the third one to the bathroom to change. Deciding to leave her shorts for a few hours, at least until she approached ten, she returned down on her tee and her diaper, placing her panties in her purse and her shorts on them. So he retired to get Amanda out of his playpen and went to watch some TV with her. "Look, Amanda, Jessie also has a diaper, just like you!" Jessica cooed. Amanda just smiled at Jessica and giggled. Jessica and Amanda played a lot of baby games like peek-a-boo and patty-cake while watching Sesame Street on TV. Then Amanda went to bed and Jessica decided she was going to play baby. He went back to the living room and crawled into his tee and his diaper. He fixed a bottle of juice and put it back on the floor. Only then did a commercial come on TV that would change everything for Jessica. "Is your teen still wet? Jessica heard the voice-about asking. "Some girls need some extra protection in their teenage years. Here at Pampers, we understand. That's why we're introducing new diapers from Princess Pampers. Studies have shown that you should not press your teen to the toilet train if she is not ready. So, for the first time, Pampers offers you a diaper like the one she wore when she was a baby. Wife and soft, Pants Princess diapers are able to handle the disorders of your teen and extremely comfortable. Mime the teenager; keep her happy and dry. Now for babies of all ages. Check for Pañales Princess Pants wherever Pampers are sold. " So excited was Jessica for the idea of getting diapers in her size that her bladder relaxed completely and her warm urine flooded her diaper. At first he was surprised, but he realized that the commercial was right. If I wasn't ready for the big girl panties, no one should force her diapers. He decided he'd go to the store tonight after the Roberts got home to buy them. I couldn't wait. She decided to put the two diapers in her purse again in Amanda's stock because she was getting big baby diapers soon; she doesn't need diapers that were a little too tight for her. Just like she got the diapers back to Amanda's room, she heard Roberts' car broke into the entrance. They were home early! He flew down and managed to button his pants while he opened the door. "You're home early!" Jessica said, desperately trying to mask her surprise. "I didn't expect you for other hours." "Yes, dear." Mrs. Robers answered. "We were out visiting a relative and was expected to be okay at night, but Mr. Roberts started to feel bad so we realized it would be better to go home. Is everything okay? "Oh yeah. Everything was fine. Amanda was an angel as usual. "That's good. You can keep the extra money, dear. Thank you so much for your problem. " Thank you very much, Mrs. Roberts. Call me when you need a babysitter for Amanda in the future; I'm more than happy to see her. " Coming to pick up her bag, Jessica's shirt got up to betray the waist of her diaper again, this time to Mrs. Roberts, he didn't say anything while Jessica was straightening up and going home. John, he said while his husband entered the door, I just witnessed the strangest thing. "Oh?" John answered. I think we have a baby for a babysitter. Mrs. Roberts mused. What do you mean by that." I came to the house right now and the living room smelled like a wet diaper, but Amanda wasn't where to see, so I guess she was sleeping in her crib. When Jessica leaned to pick up her purse, I noticed she was wearing a diaper, probably one from Amanda. While she left I could distinguish her diaper's outline under her shorts. What should we do with this? Should we tell Jess's parents?" No, I think everything will work in due course." Last Edition: May 7, 2006, 07:32:34 PM by Lauren » Logged" And there's a moral to this story. Or it was supposed to be a moral to this story. But because I am dislexic, it is, in fact, a marble." - Eddie IzzardLauren ToddlerOfflinePosts: 348REPOST Pañales for Jessica Chapters 6-10 « Reply #2 on: May 07, 2006, 12:38:19 PM »Diapers for Jessica By Lauren Chapter 6Jessica returned to the house and always so carefully went up to his room. She opened her top drawer and pulled a manila envelope in which she kept the money she earned as a babysitter. In it, I had a hundred dollars that I was saving for a rainy day. "Well, it's not raining," Jessica thought to herself, "but I could use this money now." Deciding to wait until he came home to change his wet diaper and in a cool one, put the money in his bag and headed down and out to his car. Feeling for the first time since she was wet, she realized how close to leaking her diaper. "There is not much I can do now, except the hope that it will not escape between here and the store." He put on a couple of sunglasses and moved away from his entrance. A big smile spread across her face while she was heading for Baby Depot. It took him about twenty minutes to get to the traffic and everything. He left his car and took a shopping cart. Her heart was running and she was immediately aware of herself. What if he met someone he knew? What if the Roberts were here buying for Amanda? The first thing Jessica did when she got into the store was to find people she knew. Seeing no one, he walked slowly to the diaper hall, hoping his heart would stop hitting. He approached the hallway with the girls' diapers and began scanning them for the Pampers Princess brand. So busy with her scan was she who didn't notice a sales partner approached her. Excuse me, miss, may I help you find something." Nicole, the partner asked, scaring Jessica half to death and causing her to jump. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. No, it's fine." Jessica answered. "I am looking for the new brand of Pampers Princess." They're in the final lid of the hall. Because they're so new that we don't have them with the rest of the diapers on the shelf. I'm sorry. Nicole took Jessica to where Princess Pampers' diapers were located. Thank you. Jessica said as politely as she could be braver. She didn't want the sound of her voice to betray how much she wanted Nicole to leave and leave her alone so she could pick her diapers and get out of the store. "They are carved as panties, so whatever size of the girl's panties you're buying for wear, that's the sized diaper that best fits in." Nicole got in to see Jessica's discomfort before the diaper pack pile. Thank you. Jessica said, a little more irritable. Well, let me know if there's anything else I can help you find." Nicole came back in the middle of the hall to help other customers. Meanwhile, Jessica located her size. He looked at the package. Each contained twenty-six diapers and cost fifteen dollars each. He picked up four packages and put them in his cart. In the hallway next to which Nicole was standing, the baby wipes grabbed her eye so she walked down the hall to pick them up. She quickly found the baby's lotion and threw something in the cart with everything else. After having acquired everything I thought was coming, Jessica turned to the exit. Standing behind a woman obviously buys for a baby younger than her, Jessica saw a pink chupete with Minnie Mouse on it. He threw her in the cart, thinking it would be better for her than sucking her thumb every night. While the woman in front of her pushed her cart away from the exit, Jessica loaded her items in the cart. He avoided eye contact with the cashier hoping he wouldn't ask about the articles. His luck was running out. "A lucky girl is back in diapers I see." Jill the ATM said happily. Why did they always have to be so happy? Why did they have to comment? Why couldn't they leave her alone? Jessica forced a smile and the cashier proceeded to sound her articles without further comments. "That will be $70.42 in total." Jill told Jessica. Jessica delivered her $80 in cash, took her change and headed to her car. He went to his car as inconstant as he could handle. I'm sure he managed to put his packages in his car without being seen by anyone he knew. The humiliation he suffered at the hands of Nicole and Jill was supposed to be a small price to pay not to be caught by the Roberts. He pulled a diaper out of one of the bags and put everything else in the trunk of his car. "Time to change this diaper before he escapes." Jessica thought of herself when she put the cool diaper in her purse and headed to the Office Max next to Baby Depot. She located the bathroom and made a bee line for him. Locking in a stable, she put her pants down and unhooked the wet diaper. And he rolled it. Then he took a toilet paper and cleaned up. In fact, he opened his bag and pulled his new diaper. She smelled it and was almost as ecstatic as when she put one of Amanda's diapers. She unwraped it and rubbed the inside of it against her cheek to feel how soft it was. The smell of the diaper was ethereal. He was in the sky as he fed the diaper between his legs and sat on the toilet seat lid to record it. He recorded it instead. She looked down to see how the diaper hugged her figure. It was perfect. While he got up, he gave him a good job and put his shorts on top of the diaper. The first thing he noticed was a thickness increase over the diapers Amanda was wearing and had been using recently. She smiled at herself like her though this could reduce the risk of leaking, even though she would have to renegotiate the way she walked. Passing from scarce and barely existing panties to a diaper then a thicker diaper was not easy. I was going to take some skill if she was going to walk in public and at home without being noticed. One thing at a time, though. Now that I was wearing a fresh diaper, Jessica could go back to her car and go home. He opened the door to the post and went out. Putting the diaper used in the trash, he left the ladies room and went to his car. Grinning ear to ear for her success, she came in and drove home. When he came home, he began to wonder how he would put his stuff in the house without anyone realizing it. For a while I could leave everything in the trunk of your car if I had to, but I didn't want to do it in the long term. Entering the entrance, it looked like no one was home. When he entered the house, he made sure of that fact before he took his packages out of the car and even his room. Lucky me! Jessica thought while she drew her diapers to her room. "I thought everyone would be home waiting for me in the living room." Stacking his diapers and stuff temporarily in his closet, he lay in his bed to breathe. As her heartbeat slowed down, she ran her fingers along the rubble of her diaper. The feeling of her hands ticked her inner thigh, but she was in the sky. And this time, I had diapers to change for quite some time. Chapter 7 "Ashley," said John Roberts at dinner that night, "What do you think we should do with Jessica? It's very different from her doing something like that. "Well, apart from taking Amanda's diapers, it seems that it's her regular old me, dear. I'm not sure what to do." Don't forget you saw her using one, Ashley. He's seventeen, a little old for diapers, I think. " It is probably just a phase through which it is happening. After all, she spends so much time with Amanda that she's probably wondering what it's like to be a baby. It is hard to remember fifteen years later." So you're saying we shouldn't tell their parents anything? "Well, maybe he has taken three diapers from Amanda. If you're curious, I'm fine with that. If the diapers are still disappearing, then I guess we'll have to do something. For now, although it is still technically a girl, let her experience. She hasn't impacted her ability to take care of Amanda. We've never entered her sleeping on the couch in a diaper while Amanda cried upstairs. Besides, there's a lot more harmful things Jessie is experiencing. If I were your mother, I'd be a lot more comfortable knowing I was hooked with diapers than with drugs. If she starts taking five diapers at once, something that would actually be financially and perceptibly detrimental to us, then I think we should intervene, but if it's just one or two, I can think of much worse things that happen, either for us or for her. "All right, honey. What you think is better. Ashley found Jessica's idea to have something for incredibly cute diapers. I wish there was something else I could do for her. Sadly, until Jessica was able to admit what she wanted there was nothing anyone in the world could do for her. After eating dinner with her family, Jessica almost runs to her room and closes the door. He loved the way these new diapers made her feel. He felt protected from much more than just occasional grass. She woke up the pacifier she had bought and stuck it in her mouth. He took off his shorts, stood in front of his mirror for another hour admiring the baby's saw in the mirror. She seemed so cute and innocent. At 20:00, his mother's voice interrupted him by calling stairs. Jessica! Phone call!"She was waving to get her shorts back on her diaper, Jessie wondered who could be. He ran down the stairs, unfavorable to any noise that his diaper made. "Who is it, Mom? Jessica asked."It's Mrs. Roberts. He wants to know if you'll sit for Amanda for a couple of hours tonight. Hello? Jessica said while she put the receiver in her ear. "Hello Jessie, it's Mrs. Roberts. I'm sorry for the brief notice but I was wondering if you'd see Amanda tonight for a couple of hours while Mr. Roberts and I went out to a movie. "That's it. I'm going to end in about 5 minutes." Jessica said. "I'll be next for a couple of hours, Mom. I'll be back around 10." Jess told his mother while she was running upstairs for her purse. In her, she threw an extra diaper in case she needed a change. He ran down the stairs and through the door, slowing down just when she came down her way to walk always so meaningless to the Andersons. Thanks again for sitting in such a short time, Jessie. We really appreciate it. Have fun with Amanda, we'll be back in a couple of hours." Mrs. Roberts said that when she and Mr. Roberts got in his car and left. Entering the house, Jessica found Amanda playing in her playpen. He put his bag on the couch and then walked to the playpen to get Amanda out. "I'm wearing a diaper just like you, Amanda" Jessica was gently fucked. Amanda just giggled and smiled at her. The night went quietly without incident until 9:30 when Amanda suddenly felt the impulse of an intestinal movement. Just as he got up and went to the bathroom, he heard that voice in his head again. "Where are you going, little boy? He asked the voice. "I'm going to the bathroom." Jessica replied. Did you just buy 100 diapers and go to the bathroom?! "Can't you honestly expect me to get dirty myself? I'm seventeen. I'm not a baby anymore. "So you don't have a diaper like Amanda, do you? You're a fraud. You are practicing around using a diaper that expects to look cute, no matter what your whole Baby Jessie conception is a facade. What's gonna hurt? There's no one here, but Amanda. Clearly she's not gonna know you're going to 'see' be getting your diaper. Try it. You might like it. Not wanting to be ridiculed by any voice that was speaking in her head, Jessica took off her shorts to be more comfortable, suffocated and bragged. Feeling was one thing, but after thirteen years of being trained for the toilet, getting into it was something else entirely. Try as it could, nothing happened. Finally, a thought struck her. "Perhaps if I get on my knees and hands it will be easier." she thought of herself. Going down on his hands and knees was puzzled by what he was trying to do. However, it was resolved to make a disaster in its diaper in one way or another. She pushed, then relaxed, then pushed, then relaxed. Slowly but surely his intestines plunged into his diaper. A mixture of emotions flooded their consciousness at the same time. She was relieved to be ashamed. Then reality sank. To get Amanda into her diaper was one thing. I always had someone who could change it. Jessica would have to clean up this mess herself. Jessie proceeded to the upstairs bathroom where she took a Lysol can to spray the salon to get rid of the smell. Satisfied with her efforts, she turned her attention to the diaper that shakes around her waist. Taking some baby wipes from Amanda's room, she went to work on her background. Unhooking his diaper, he emptied the mess inside the toilet and threw it away. He wrapped the diaper in himself and left it aside. Then, with the thoroughness of only the true paranoid, he attacked his smaller regions with the baby's wipes making sure that there was no disaster anywhere in his body before he unwraped the fresh diaper and assured it. He replaced his shorts on his diaper, took the used diaper and walked down to get rid of it in the outside trash. Just as she came back from the outer trash, she heard the blow of a car door and realized that the Roberts were home. After having a brief little chat, Jessica took her bag and went home. When he entered the house, Jessica found her mother in the kitchen washing dishes. Hi, Mom Jess said while she went into the kitchen. "Hello Jess." Mrs. Anderson answered. How was your night? The usual. Jess said when he woke up a fortune cookie and opened it. "Don't try to be someone you aren't." The fortune cookie said. Jessica ripped the wrap and fortune and tried to throw them into the waste basket near the kitchen table. Just as Jess bowed to pick up his mother looked at her. If the white plastic waist didn't give it all away, the diaper-shaped lump and the wrinkle that he did when he straightened out safely. Mrs. Anderson, however, said nothing. At least not yet. He thought of himself. Chapter 8 As Jessica grew more and more comfortable with her diapered state over the next few weeks, she also grew more and more careless. Mrs. Anderson started to notice Jessica's total lack of panties in the laundry. Jessica's room was constantly smelling like a baby's nursery, and she was starting to take one's look, too. He often left his pacifier at the top of his dresser where anyone who walked in his room would see him, and left lots of unused diapers on the floor. She descended into a nonchalance state over her diaper clothes that could be dangerous if it is not controlled. While using diapers was not exercising their ability to function normally, Ms. Anderson and her husband John weren't all worried. There would be a time when Jessica could be forced to choose between her own baby and her adult self, but it's probably a way out. It was summer and I was able to take care of Amanda. Unless Jessica started scolding into a baby who needed constant care, so she didn't make her a responsible teenager, Mrs. Anderson saw no reason to intervene. It was a thing for Jessica to have a fetish. People had perfectly normal lives while simultaneously liked diapers. It's true, Jessica doesn't cover her tracks, as she might, but anyone could slip. It would be something else if Jessica lost control of herself and could no longer separate baby Jessie from adult Jessica. This was Jessica's life, and no one could live for her. If I preferred panties and could function as a normal adult in society, then I was better than some who were criminal but wore underwear "appropriate by age." In the end, it would be Jessica's choice to leave diapers or panties entirely and embrace the other. No one could make that decision for her. Like her mother, Mrs. Anderson would do her part to make that choice as easy as possible for her, and would encourage her husband and Elizabeth to do the same. If Jessica made a choice, she would be next to her, even if that means transforming her room back into a nursery and accommodate a seventeen-year-old. He was on the verge of indecision, looking at the precipice incapable of choosing neither one nor the other who did not want to see Jessica pass. As fate would have, the longer Jessica had diapers, the easier she was relieved. She was taking care of Amanda almost every day now that summer was in full swing. The wetting in her diapers became almost the second nature for her. Feeling was not the challenge that was the first time, but it still required some serious concentration and effort on its part. The longer it happened, the more Jessica sat down. When I was in the Roberts watching Amanda, I almost exclusively wore her t-shirt and a diaper for about fifteen minutes before the Roberts got home. While he was there, he got in once a day. Everything was fine until one night a month after I started using twenty-four seven. She lay in her bed, closed her eyes and relaxed completely. As the hot urine found her way along the family path to her thirsty diaper, Jessica went to sleep. The camera fell from the sky through the window of her bedroom to reveal Jessica sleeping with sound in her bed, uncovered, using a bra and a diaper, happily sucking in her Minnie Mouse pacifier. It was early in the morning, probably at seven in the morning. The angle turned and approached to reveal that the person whose eyes she looked through a minute ago were her mothers, looking at her while she was sleeping. She didn't say anything, but she pulled a chair next to Jessica's bed. Jessica's dream woke up, yawned and tried to focus her eyes. Once the blurred image before it was recorded as her mother, Jessica opened her mouth to scream. The only sound he heard was the pacifier that hit his floor. He heard his mother say. "Mom is here." Jessica was terrified. And, just as he thought things couldn't get worse, his bladder chose this particular moment of all the moments of all eternity to emptied in his diaper. "It's okay, girl." His mother said while he put his arms around Jessica's shoulders. Jessica fought free from her mother's loving arms and started crying. I am not a baby! I am seventeen years old." Jessica shouted her tears in protest. "It doesn't look like you're 17. Looks like you're 18 months old. You just woke up from your nap and you need a diaper change and some breakfast. That's why I came to get you. I'm gonna change you, and then I'm gonna take you down to eat something, honey. I'm not going! Jessica screamed. "Young lady," her mother's voice was now severe. "You come down to have breakfast with me. You don't have to change your diaper; if you prefer to stay on that wet, it's fine for me. But you're going to have breakfast and you can do it with or without a spank." I'm not going!"Without a second to realize what happened next Jessica was on her mother's lap being whipped with a firm wooden brush. He's got about fifteen belts. There. His mother said with a note of triumph in his voice. "Now you have something to cry. You will have breakfast without another word, and you will get your diaper to change later when you have learned to behave." The scene vanished. When the dream faded, Jessica's screams fell down to groaning. She was tied in a tall chair using a bib and her sister Elizabeth was feeding her Gerber bananas from a baby food jar. What a good baby you are! Elizabeth slept with her. Jessica opened her mouth to tell her sister to go but at that moment her mother shot a "I let your sister beat you if you behave badly." Sobbing, he ate the rest of his breakfast as a well-fed baby. "Elizabeth" Mrs. Anderson said, "If you'd like you to take the baby upstairs and change it in a fresh diaper. I think you'd like that. Don't you want to baby Jessie? "Jessica said nothing. Shouldn't you, baby Jessie? Mrs. Anderson repeated. Yes, Mom. Jessica sighed, knowing she was beaten. That's Mom's girl. Mrs. Anderson cooed. Oh, and Elizabeth? Yes, Mom? Make sure you hit him if he gives you any trouble. Of course, Mom. Elizabeth smiled as she let Jessie out of the high chair, grabbed her hand, and took her upstairs to change. Once inside her room, Jessica sighed with relief. " "I can't believe everything that just happened, like a baby or something." Jessica told her sister. "Jess," his sister admonished as he grabbed a fresh diaper, baby wipes and lotion, "just lie in his bed so that he can change you. I really don't want any problems." Don't you want trouble? Who do you think you are, my older sister? Jessica demanded it. With incredible agility, Elizabeth grabbed Jessica by hand, threw her through her lap, and sat in the chair next to her bed all in a quick move. Putting her right leg on Jessie's left to make her unable to get out of her reach, Elizabeth pulled out of the diaper that Jessie had been using and, with a force and strength, Jessica never knew she had on her, started whipping her. Unlike the above, Jessie no longer had a diaper covering her triumph to absorb part of the shock of her sister's belts. He took all three belts from Isabel's hand before Jessie lamented for mercy, but Elizabeth was trying to teach her a lesson that she wouldn't forget soon. Around thirty belts later, Jessica felt Elizabeth's body relax. When Elizabeth moved her leg from the road, Jessie pulled off at her feet, hysterically opening pain and humiliation. She trembled while her sister started talking again. Now, I'm going down for a few minutes. I'm gonna use the big pottery girl and then I'm probably gonna get something to drink. In the meantime, you must have your clamor and pick yourself up. When I get back here, I want to see the most cooperative baby in history, ready for her diaper to get back on her." With that, Jessie stayed with her sobbing as she knelt on the floor, naked from the waist down. Chapter 9Being the right bolt on the bed, Jessica hears her Minnie Mouse chupete clear on hRe: diapers for jessica Chapter 9Being the right bolt on the bed, Jessica spit her Minnie Mouse pacifier through her room. I was in shock. She woke up to find that she had been sweating profusely in her dream and that her sheets were in a mess. Her upper sheet was clothed on her floor while the only thing that kept her lower sheet on her mattress was that she was still on top. "What a nightmare! Jess thought of himself when he began to collect his thoughts. "Is that what will be of me? Will I become the baby in the house and allow Elizabeth to rule over me? "Jess shook at the thought of everything. The diapers were one thing, she was supposed to be herself, but to give up her status as an adult was quite another. She decided to put an immediate stop and re-establish herself as the young woman of almost nineteen years. Leaving the bed, she took the diaper away quickly, recorded it and threw it in her trash. Grabing his pink robe he went to the bathroom for a shower. "I am not a baby. I'm not a baby. I am not a baby" Jess repeated himself as he showered. Much to his surprise, the inner voice that seemed to be encouraging the activities of Jess' babies had no comments on the matter, and remained silent. He repeated this sentence to himself while he dried up and donated his pink silk bra and paired bikini panties. I was a little scared while I was pulling my panties on her hips. The lack of bulk between his legs was suddenly wet; as if he needed to learn to walk a third time now he was no longer in diapers. In his room, Jess wore a pair of blue denim shorts and a top of the pink tank. "I am not a baby. I'm not a baby. I am not a baby" He kept repeating himself as he descended the stairs where he found Elizabeth watching TV and having a bowl of cereals. "Good morning, sister" Elizabeth happily greeted her sister. Stay good? He asked. Jess threw out. Like the dead. What's for breakfast?" I'm having cereals, though I saw oats and I think there might be waffles." Not a baby. He was not a baby." He thought when he opened the freezer door and pulled the Eggo waffle box. Two in the toaster, put the box back in the freezer, grabbed the milk and the butter of the refrigerator, put those on the table and headed to the closet for a plate, a little silverware and a glass. Suddenly, he felt the urge to urinate. She instinctively started to relax. When he realized what was about to happen a second before it was too late, he ran like a bat of hell into the bathroom, almost pulling the button off his pants while throwing them; lowering his panties just when the urine began to flow. "You are not a baby" Jess got a little bit of fun. "and you're not wearing a diaper. I need to remember that. Feeling his slow pulse and breathing back to normal, he finished his business and returned to the kitchen. "Are you okay, Jess? Elizabeth asked, not looking at her cereal. "Yes, I just didn't realize I needed to use the bathroom so far, I guess." Jess answered, sleeping again with breakfast. Even so, not a minute too soon than a minute too late." "Yes..." Jess said enough. She finished preparing her breakfast in silence. He took his plate and glass of milk to the living room and sat at the other end of Elizabeth's couch. Like someone was playing a cruel joke, whatever Liz had been seeing cut to the commercial. "Since the 1950s, when Victor Mills was looking for an easier way to kick his grandson, Pampers has been revolutionizing the diaper industry. Recently, Pampers introduced his new line, Pañales princess pants for teenage girls. Research has sown that many teenage girls need or want the comfort that comes from soft protection, thinking only Pampers products provide. But don't take our word for it. Actress Emma Watson shares her thoughts: (The camera gets left, where Emma is seen lying on a changing table while a diaper is being raised between her legs and fasted by her assistant. She sits.) "Updating is a hard job. A girl just can't face monster trolls and you-know-who without much support. That's what I love about Pampers. Thief, soft, and thick, provide what I need to help me bounce the day and the day. Probably the coolest thing about my job is to be able to promulgate Mrs. J. K. Rowling, but to know that Pampers is there to protect me when I was wet for fear is a close second..." Not a baby. I don't need diapers. Not a baby. I don't need diapers." Jess's repetitions reached such a fierce field within his own head that he thought he would be echo deaf." It was an effort only to draw your attention to your dish to eat your breakfast. "Is something wrong, Jess? Elizabeth asked, noting Jessica's distraction." Er... Jess answered, it took a while, actually. "No, I'm fine, just a little tired, I guess. "Jess managed to keep his mind reasonably clear enough to cut off his food and start eating. Chapter 10By completing his breakfast, Jess put the dishes in the dishwasher and headed up to his room. Putting his sandals, he grabbed the car keys and went out the door, stopping to tell Elizabeth he was heading to the mall, in case his parents asked. Whatever you say, yess" said Elizabeth, without looking away from television. Like by strange coincidence, when Jess closed the door behind her, the show that Elizabeth had been seeing cut to the commercial. This was not just a commercial, it was about to change everyone's life in the Anderson family for a long time to come. An attractive woman in her thirty-a-half appeared on the screen. "I am Susan Valentine, head of the research and development division of Proctor & Gamble. Recently, we present the newest product on our Pampers line, adolescent diaper princess pants. The success of this product is beyond our wildest dreams. Only in the past month, since the Princess first appeared on the shelves, more than a million packages have been sold at the national level. Many retailers don't seem to keep them on their shelves. We are here at Proctor & Gamble, in particular the Pampers division are delighted that the Princess has met a need or desire of so many teenage girls. To celebrate this success, we are proud to announce a contest. A hundred lucky semi-finalists will be invited to visit the Pampers production center, where they will be able to test new products and see how the entire operation works. They will also have the opportunity to meet other women like themselves who need or want the comfort and protection that only the princess's diapers offer. Each semi-finalist will receive free full accommodation. Rooms will be provided in a nursery with two girls to one room. During the stay, of course, the diapers of each girl will be courtesy of Pampers. At the end of the conference, each semi-finalist will receive, in addition to the random draws during the conference, a two-year supply of Pampers Princess, as well as a "anuario" with photos taken during the event in several of the seminars and activities. A very special young woman, the winner of the great princess, will be crowned by the Princess of the Pants, and in addition to the gifts received by the semi-finalists, will be offered a position on the Pampers test staff, and will receive a life supply of the Princess Pampers' diapers. No need to buy, the entry forms are available where Pampers Princess products are sold. "That gives me an idea" Elizabeth thought of herself, a huge smile that spreads over her face. Chapter 11 "Mom, can I talk to you about something as private?" Elizabeth asked one night after dinner while Jessica was watching TV and Mr. Anderson was shopping. "Sure, honey, we're going to the studio where we shouldn't be bothered." Anderson, heading the way. "What's in your mind, Liz?" he asked as he closed the door behind it. "Well, I feel really bad about discussing this with you, but I think you should know. It's about Jess." "I see," Ms. Anderson in a tone of knowledge, but he let Elizabeth take the lead. "A month ago, I guess, I caught Jess wearing a diaper around the house. We were doing lunch on a Saturday morning and she leaned to grab something and when her shirt got dehydrated, I saw a look at the waist. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I asked him to give me the mustard or something and I sure saw the waist of a disposable diaper. So when he turned around I could distinguish his diaper under his pants. "I didn't say anything at that time, but I'm pretty sure he's been constantly wearing since. That's, of course, until the other day. I was sitting around watching TV and she was suddenly printed for the bathroom and, so I can imagine, she almost had an accident. What made her stop using all of a sudden I'm not sure. But she sat down for lunch when the show she was seeing cut to the commercial and, as luck would have, it was for the new diapers of Princess Pampers with whom they came out for teenagers. She seemed very distracted. I asked him if he was okay and he said he was still tired or something, but I don't know what I think. "Elizabeth, I think you did the right thing. You're worried about Jessica's well-being and that's commendable. Your father and I, however, both of us know that Jess has been using diapers for about the past month. He's going through something he needs to deal with herself when he's ready, we feel. The best thing we can do for her is to support her. That includes you, Elizabeth. "Ah, yes..." Elizabeth continued. "I have a confession to make that I am not exactly proud of, but I think I did the right thing. I was watching television a week ago, around the same time Jess almost had that accident, and just like she had gone to the mall or where she was going to a new Pampers Princess ad came in advertising a contest with the big prize to be crowned the Princess of Pampers, receive a life supply of diapers, attend a conference where you can see how your company works and so on. I went into Jess. I thought you should know in case she's selected, there's like 100 semi-finalists that are selected and even get as 2-year diaper supplies, so I thought you'd better know before Pampers started handing over to the house. I didn't do it to be bad, I just think you need to choose diapers or not or something. I feel that you have to choose something and be fine with it." Mrs. Anderson rolled up. "Sometimes you surprise me, Liz. I really should be upset with you, but I guess if I'm not upset with Jess for his diaper clothes, I can't be upset with you for wanting her to come talk to him. As far as you have described, I suspect that something happened that made her have seconds thoughts on the way she was traveling. Maybe she had a nightmare that had a shaking and reminded her that she would soon be eighteen and that some aspects of being eighteen and using diapers did not mix. It certainly seems to open up in diapers and now try to purge from the guilt it feels. "I also saw the commercial about the contest. Although I didn't go as far as getting into Jess, I agree that it would be a good experience for her. He obviously has some needs that are not being met, but if he is not willing to tell us what they are there is nothing we can do for her. "However, if she is selected, I think I'll see that she goes to this thing. The Roberts have gone on vacation, so you won't need her as a babysitter. At least I think he needs time to figure this out. Being with other children of your age with similar desires can help you realize that there is nothing wrong with your diapers using if that's what you want. "What if she runs with her and comes back and wants to regress to be a total baby? Elizabeth asked her mother. "That would be between me and Jessica. Personally, I feel that if you decide to embrace your diapers and give up the big girl's panties I'm fine with that, but your father has a right to a word on the subject and so I can't make a decision. However, I would like to ask you to be as supportive as possible of your sister at that event. She'll have to know that we accept her for who she is. "In the meantime, all we can do is wait. Do you know when the drawing is?" I think the entry form said the semi-finalists would be notified by the end of the month, which is 2 weeks since tomorrow. "That gives us two weeks to prepare for the event that Jess is chosen. I want you to know that I'm not sure you did the right thing, but I think you had the right intentions, and so I'll support your actions. I'll have your father find out about the circumstances and I urge him to support me in urging Jess to attend this thing if it's selected. " But, you have to understand that I suspect he will not like what you have done, especially at first. You've had a very solid relationship, much better than I would have expected between brothers. I suspect you will feel hurt and a little betrayed at first. Hopefully she'll realize you had her best interest in doing this, but at first you need to be ready for the worst. I don't even think he knows that none of us have discovered it, which will make the blow even more painful. Still, we won't know unless it's selected. We can prepare, but it doesn't make sense to worry until the time comes." You're right, Mom. Thanks for understanding where I came from in what I've done. I hope the best works." I hope so, Liz. I hope so too." While Mrs. Anderson came to the door pomegranate to the studio, a thought arose in Liz's head. "Mom," he said. "Yes, dear?" said Ms. Anderson while he was spinning the shortcuts, but he had not opened the door yet. "If you need a babysitter, I am your girl," Elizabeth smiled genuinely. Mrs. Anderson smiled. "I'm happy to be able to count on you, Liz." Chapter 12 The truth is said, Elizabeth was really excited. Being the younger brother always made her feel like she was in Jessica's shadow. In the background there was a part of it that would like to have a baby around the house, even if the baby was a chronological adult. Jess and Liz used to be best friends, and ever since this whole diaper episode started, Liz felt that Jess was hiding something from her. I wasn't sure if I thought it was easier or harder now that I knew what Jess was hiding. I wanted to contact her sister and let her know she was there for her, but she couldn't. Entering her into this contest was the closest she could come to show her support, and if Jess won, she wouldn't really seem to be supporting her at all. It is true that it would seem strange to change the diapers of his older sister, but Liz cared deeply and sincerely for his sister, and I would rather have this thing of open diapers than having Jess trying to hide something from the people who cared most, especially considering they already knew. When he went to the store to fill out the contest entry form for Jess, he picked up a brochure explaining what the prizes were and more about the Pampers Princess line. Since he went to the store the same day that the contest was announced, Pampers had a table set in the local grocery store where there was a company representative there to answer questions. They were also giving a free diaper to every person who entered the contest. Liz found all the strange experience. Thank you for filling out our entry form. What sized sample would you like? The representative asked. Er, show? Liz pretending to be Jess, he asked. "Yes, every contest entry comes with a free diaper." I see. Um... I have not really tried your product, I am ashamed to say..." Liz was even more embarrassed to have this conversation. "... how do the sizes work? "They run just like the size of your panty, dear. Okay. Not everyone who wants to be back in diapers arrives before a chance like this comes. This is what the Princess of the Pants and this contest is all about." "Ah...right... well, I have a size six panty." Liz said nervously. "At that time, here you are." The representative said he gave him a diaper of six princesses. "Also, here is a leaflet that describes Pampers new line of teen-sized diapers, as well as awards for the contest. Happy diaper and good luck. "True, thank you." That had to be the most embarrassing moment in Liz's entire life. Stabbing the diaper and the pamphlet in his purse so he wouldn't be seen with him, he almost ran away from the store. "I almost hope Jess won this big contest just so I had to go through to get him in." she thought. Liz put the diaper in her closet and almost forgot. It was found reading the pampers Princess pampers and the contest almost every day until drawing. I could practically recite it a week before the semi-finalists were announced. I was so excited you thought she'd gotten into her instead of her sister. A week before the drawing, Liz looked back at the pamphlet. If Jessica was selected as a semi-finalist, she would be invited to the "Package Nurse" for a two-week stay, during which she would receive "first-class accommodation, kindergarten style, each full room with two teen-sized cribs, a teen-size change table, and of course a lot of Pampers princess diapers." While in the Pampers Nursing, Liz lee, "every girl will have the opportunity to attend classes and seminars related to her own particular interests, however, both "Pampers Princess and You(r Bottom): The future of teen pamphlet products and "Dealing with Diapers" will be necessary for all participants. The first is a seminar on the future of Pampers products, both an opportunity for market members to discover what Pampers will provide and to be able to comment and make suggestions about what they want in their products. The second is a course in how to adjust to being a diaper, from having family relationships and friendship with the general diaper do and do not. The rest of the seminars and courses are on various topics related to the diaper. Some of these cater to the diaper-loving girl, who only wears diapers, others to teen-baby girls, who use diapers as a means of regression and feeling like a baby. "For each Pampers girl will provide several t-shirts, each with the Pampers Princess logo and several sayings like 'I am a Pampers princess', 'I need to be damped,' and so on. As mentioned above, Pampers will also provide all the diapers that each girl will need during the conference. "Because Pampers believes that every girl should learn to be proud of who she is, the only outfit to be allowed at the conference is a Pampers t-shirt, and princess Pampers' diapers. Each participant must comply with this dress code. Moreover, because each girl is supplied with diapers, the use of the bathroom will be limited to bathing only. Each plant will have ten participants in it, divided into five "nurios", two girls to a nursery. Two staff nannies will be assigned to each floor for the change of diapers, the bathroom, the feeding of bottles and other needs that may arise... "Normally, Elizabeth would have thoughts about what she had done, as she and her sister were best friends. But, he felt that Jess needed to realize that what was going on wasn't just right, that there were other girls out there going through the same thing. It could take time to adjust, but it would be worth it at the end. It actually sounded great with Elizabeth. Pampers was bombing and bringing two hundred girls to be treated as real princesses. She really expected Jessica to win. While, on the one hand, if she lost Liz, she would never have to listen to what she had done, she would probably never realize what their needs are and be able to try to get them done. A small struggle of brothers is worth meeting Jess' needs, even if she is not aware of them. Just one more week until the notice arrives in the mail. Liz all but prayed for Jess to be selected. There was a hundred semi-finalists, probably had a chance. Chapter 13 It was the day before the contest was drawn when Jess finally found out about it. He had spent all his time and energy trying to block the baby stuff from his life. He had had several very close calls since he started wearing big girls' panties exclusively again, including an incident where he started to do a pair in his shorts, although luckily he had been in the bathroom and had come down in time before any notable damage was done. Still, he was mortified. Needless to say, the more he tried to get diapers out of his more firm mind, they hit. His resistance, firm at first, was becoming increasingly shaken as time passed. Everyone in the house had gone out and Jess was just watching TV when the commercial arrived. "Susan Valentine here, head of the research and development division here at Pampers" Jess heard the woman say. "Great another crazy diaper commercial. That's enough. He sat down to grab the remote control when the scene changed and Jess was admitted. The images of the facilities for the contest were flashing through the screen. They showed images of the nurseries, complete with two cribs, a changing table, and what seemed to be floor to lurking packs of diapers from Princess Pampers." Thousands of teenagers have entered the sweeps of Princess Pampers" continued Ms. Valentine, "and a hundred lucky girls will be accommodated for two weeks at these facilities, and they will have the opportunity to learn more about the Pampers product line while enjoying a child lifestyle. Each girl will receive all the diapers she needs at the conference plus a two-year supply of Princess Pants courtesy of staff here at Pampers. A lucky girl will be chosen as the Princess of Pants among all the participants, and will receive a life-long diaper supply, as well as a position in Pampers staff where you can help us develop better products to meet the needs of our customers. The semifinalists of a hundred must receive their notification by mail tomorrow. All those who have entered, here at Pampers we wish them the best of luck, and we hope to see them when the conference begins. "Wow" thought Jess. "I wish I would have known about it; it looks awesome. I don't know what Mom and Dad would say if two years of diapers started getting to the house, but it all sounds so fun. And that big prize! I wouldn't have to worry about a job!" The voice inside her head woke up. "I thought you were an adult who didn't need diapers. I thought the diapers were for babies. She was caught by her own psyche. Well, she said, "I don't really know. I want to be a responsible adult, but the diapers felt so good in my back and would have solved the problems of the two almost accidents I had. "These were not accidents, Jess," the voice replied, "that's what happens when you quit the bathroom for a month, you start losing control. It's okay to want to be your mom's girl again. It's okay not to want to grow up, but to leave Jess's nonsense. If you want to be a baby again, it's okay. "I am not a baby!" Jess screamed. Suddenly she was happy that no one was home to hear her; it would have been quite the shame, especially considering that she was screaming at the voices in her head. He closed the TV and sat there, outraged. She wasn't a baby, simple and simple. In fact, I was gonna go upstairs right now and throw the rest of your diapers. He went upstairs and to his room. Standing at the door of the closet, looking down her diapers, however, she was discovered to be immobilized. I couldn't throw them out. She picked up one and the smell threw through her nose and the soft feeling of her in her hand brought a rush of feeling and emotion. "I don't want to be a baby!" she hit. "I want to be an adult. I'm almost eighteen. I want to be my sister's role model and I want to be an adult and I want to go to college and get a job and be an adult. Perhaps the voice argued, "the real thing matures in this situation is to know that you are still your mom's baby." "Shut up!"Chapter 14 The sun pushed its way through the clouds to reveal a warm Saturday morning. At dawn, Elizabeth spread and opened her eyes. When he realized what day he was, he almost jumped out of bed and ran for the shower. After dressing, the big wait officially started. Are you okay, sister? Jess asked, noting his sister's overflowing energy. "Yes, I am full of energy today for some reason." Liz answered. "Ah. I see. "Liz felt that he had ADD for the first time in his life. He couldn't stand still, and he couldn't keep his attention fixed on anything for more than five minutes. Three hours later, the mail had not yet arrived. She sat down, felt drained and diverted in front of television. His mind was suddenly clouded with doubts that Jessica would even become a semi-finalist in the contest. So, it came to her that if she was going to win, it would mean quite the tap between her and Jess for the first time in her life. Better get ready in the case of that, than listen to the mail. He wondered what Jess's reaction would be. I suspected it wouldn't be nice. I was hoping that I could make Jess see he had the best intentions. All I could do now was wait and wait for the best. As luck would have it, just as Liz was about to give up the hope of the mail that arrived, he heard the familiar sound of the mailbox that was opened and closed again. As lightning, she was upstairs and at the front door, opening it and holding the mail. Mom, Dad, Mom. Dad, Dad, Dad, Mom," he thought as he took care of the envelopes. Of course it was the last one in the pile. It was a thick pink envelope addressed to Mrs. Jessica Anderson. The address back was the logo of pink Pampers that were all very familiar with. I clean the envelope in her back pocket, Liz put the mail on the table in the living room and made herself up so meaningless. Something exciting? Jess asked, looking away from television. "No, but I have something about a university, or it looks like that anyway. Liz answered. His heart was beating and he tried very hard not to betray his emotion to his sister. He forced himself to walk slowly to his room. Close the door behind her, she grabbed the envelope from her back pocket and threw herself into her bed. "Dear Mrs. Jessica Anderson" Elizabeth reads, unloading the first page of the letter. "Thank you for entering our Pampers Princess Sweepstakes. We are pleased to announce that you have been selected as one of the 100 semi-finalists. You will find all the necessary information within this package. We hope to see you in two weeks at the beginning of this conference. Sincerely, Susan Valentine"Looking at the rest of the package, Elizabeth highlighted the descriptions of the various activities, courses and panels that will be held at the conference. There was also a description of the accommodation and benefits that participants would receive. There was a diaper-size application form, both for conference use and for two-year-old free diapers. Also in that way it was a space for the size of the t-shirt so that each baby could provide the right size uniforms. Right then, there was a knock on Liz's door. Shaking the paperwork under her pillow, Liz opened the door to find her mother there. She let her mother go into the room and close the door behind her. Well? Mrs. Anderson asked conspiracy. "It's inside." Elizabeth answered. He was dazzling to think he was responsible for all this. She thought she did the right thing. Here's the information." Liz said when she handed her mother the information package. Any idea how you're gonna break the news? I have an idea. I'm not sure how well it's gonna work. I told your father above all and, although he was not very happy with you at first, I could persuade him that you had Jess's best interest in the heart and that this kind of experience, if she were selected, could be able to help her solve her feelings about diapers and so on, and he is behind me 100%. The three of us will have to talk about how things will be when I get back as soon as she's gone. Do I trust that I can still count on you to be the older sister, Elizabeth? " Of course, Mom. I feel like I owe it to Jess after what I've done. Let's hope when I get back, don't take it the wrong way. That night, while the dishes were being cleared and a delicious caramel apple pie that was prepared for dessert, Mrs. Anderson took the envelope from his back pocket and took a deep breath. "Jessica, honey, this came for you in the mail today." Mrs. Anderson said, handing Jessica over. Why didn't Liz give it to me when she gave me the mail, I was sitting there? Jess asked while he was taking the envelope, "Yes, well..." Liz started. There is no need, Elizabeth." Mrs. Anderson chided. Mr. Anderson didn't say anything during this whole process. A glance of complete shock grew on Jessica's face as she opened the envelope and examined the content. "What the hell is this? How did this happen? "Well, Jess," Elizabeth began, stabbing at first, but then dominating her voice, "I entered you in that contest. That letter came today, announcing that she has been chosen as a semi-finalist." And why did you come in? Jessica demanded it. "Do you think I am a baby or something?" "Jess," Elizabeth started nerouvsly, "a few weeks ago we were around the house watching television. While we were making lunch, I saw a look at a white plastic waist when you leaned to grab some of the fridge. I asked you to give me the mustard, not believing my eyes, and, enough, I saw the waist of your diaper. When you got up, I could tell the outline of your diaper under your pants. When I heard about this contest, I thought it would be good for you. You're my sister and you're still my best friend and I love you. I did this because I want the best for you. " Well, I'm sure you would have noticed that I stopped using diapers two weeks ago. Jess twisted outrageously. Yeah, Jess, I noticed. I also noticed the other day when you almost got your pants wet because you weren't wearing a diaper and you didn't realize you needed to pee until it was almost too late. "Jess had to recognize that point. It was true that he almost drank his pants. This did not forgive your sister's actions, however. Suddenly, he fired his sister. "I cannot believe what you did," Jess shouted. His parents and Elizabeth were taken back. You have no idea what's going on in my life. And here you're gonna get me into this contest like I'm a little baby. I'm not going! So get out of my life!!! "Your father and I have decided" Mrs. Anderson started, "you're gonna go to this conference, honey. It'll be good for you. We're not mad at you. We want to support you. And the reason your sister doesn't know what's going on in your life is the same reason your father and I don't. You won't tell us. We know that you've got the Roberts' diapers while you were taking care of Amanda, and you were a little careless when you were hiding the fact that you were using the diapers you bought for yourself. Elizabeth's not the only one who got you. But you're missing the point. This is not a punishment. We're trying to help you figure out what you want and what you need. If you go to this conference and come back and decide that you want to be back in diapers, then that's fine for us. Your father, sister and I will do whatever we can to accommodate you. If you want to be sluggish, we'll see what we can do; if they're just diapers that's good too. But you have to be honest, first and foremost with yourself, but also with your family. We love you, diapers or not." Right now, Jessica broke in tears. "I am not a baby. I'm not a baby. I'm not a baby," he threw. Despite his words, the urine was flooded in his shorts. She only noticed it while she was holding her breath and starting to calm down. Elizabeth, Mr. Anderson and Mrs. Anderson grabbed his eyes and waited for Jess to recognize what he was doing. Enough, before she didn't have Jess's breath back to normal and her heart rate slowed down a bit of what she realized that she had really wet her pants like the baby that said it wasn't. So horribly embarrassed was she who climbed stairs to her room, knocked the door behind her and threw herself on her bed, not even bothering to put something dry, crying, totally ashamed of herself. "I'm proud of you, Liz," said Mr. Anderson. "It takes a lot of courage to do what you did. I only hope, for Jess' sake, that the desired effect will be achieved." I think we all do, Dad. Liz commented. Upstairs, Jess was a complete disaster. Their emotions were at war with each other. She was horrified and angry with Elizabeth for entering that contest, but she knew she wanted to go. You should be happy that your parents want you to leave. I didn't think they'd understand if I could have gotten into the contest normally. This was the opportunity she should be craving, but she had a horrible moment and even worse cast. In the background I knew that her sister and her parents wanted the best for her and that Liz did what she thought would work best at the end, but it was the way it happened. Here she thought no one knew what had happened since she slept with the first couple diapers in the Roberts, and it turns out they all knew. It was like the biggest secret was that Jess's secret was not secret. As if that wasn't bad enough as she ended up claiming that she wasn't a baby realized she was wetting her pants. That was very mature of her, wet her pants like three years. Jess just wanted to get in a hole and die. Yeah, drag. That would be very appropriate for a big baby who needs to be put back in diapers where he belongs. Despite his incessant sobbing, Jess heard a smooth knock at the door. I don't want to talk to anyone! "Jess, it's your mother." I said I don't want to talk to anyone! "Jess, I love you. You know what you do when you love someone, Jess? You are next to them through thick and thin. If you think I'm going anywhere until you let me in to talk to you, you have something else coming."Chapter 15Jess paused, touched by what his mother just told him. Now, of all time, I needed to know that her family loved her. But as the horrible moment and the surrender of every diaper lover and the greatest fantasy of the teenager, Jess wanted all this to have happened differently. Little by little he rose from his bed where he had been lying and walked to the door. I love you, Jess. Mrs. Anderson said softly. A smile spread across Jess's face stained with tears. "I love you too, Mommy," she said as she opened the widest door for her mother to pass. "Jess, why are you still wearing those wet shorts? Please take them and get out. I see you were sleeping in your bed. I'll tell you what, you shower. I'm going to throw your clothes and wet clothes in the wash, remake your bed and wait here so we can have our chat." Okay, Mom. Can you leave to take my clothes off? Jess asked awkwardly. "Jess, I would, but it wouldn't be the first time I saw you naked, and if you decide to take diapers again, it might not be the last. "Pesando, she debuted her shorts and let them and their wet panties fall to the ground, holding her bath robe and hitting her around her. He took his mother's eye on his way to the shower. Mrs. Anderson was smiling, and Jess found that he couldn't help smiling too. Jess had to admit it was good to get out of that wet clothes. He felt a little better after that brief chat with his mother, although he didn't know what it would be in the chat. He suspected his mother wanted me to go to this conference. Jess wanted to go but he felt he had to give up his adult identity to embrace his inner baby and he wasn't sure he wanted to. She felt incredibly insecure and unsafe how to turn. But, it was supposed to be the purpose of this whole mess. To get over it, I had yelled at his sister. She yelled at her best friend she'd had since I could remember. Closer than anyone I'd ever met at school. Jess felt really awful about that. She'd have to come with a way to get to Liz. Anderson, meanwhile, stripped Jess's bed and threw his sheets and his wet clothes in the bathroom. On the way down Liz passed. How's Jess? Liz asked provisionally. "Well, it seems a little better, though it has a long way to go. I haven't had my real conversation with her yet, but I've convinced her to take a shower and I'm going to change her bed clothes and throw her wet things in the laundry. Once you've finished showering, we'll have our talk. I'm gonna try to apologize to you. " That is not necessary, Mom. I understand why you did what you did. She has the right to feel upset, probably thinks I betrayed a trust that I had not even put. I would feel the same way if I were her." That may be, however feelings do not always excuse actions, and I would like her to apologize to you. You two always got along. If she goes through all this conference and decides she wants to embrace diapers and/or a child lifestyle, she's gonna need you there for her more than ever. Friends need to be made among you." I understand Mom, good luck. "Thank you. I hope things go well." Returning from the bathroom, Mrs. Anderson made his bed again. I was sitting on it when Jess came back from the shower. Jess went to his drawer to pick up clothes. Jess, said Mrs. Anderson, I'd like to talk to you before you get dressed. Please sit here in bed with me. Okay, Mom Jess said while she was walking to her bed and sitting next to her mother. "Now, Jess, what did I tell you after I hit your door?" his mother asked. "You told me that you loved me and that you would be by my side through a thick, thin one. Jess remembered. Mrs. Anderson put his arm around Jessica's waist and kissed his forehead. I hope you know nothing's changed between then and now. And nothing's gonna change that, never. I'd like to talk about your diapers. "Jessica sighed. He told his mother how it started. She told her mother about the Roberts' diapers and the dreams she was having and how wonderful she felt to feel like a baby again without a care in the world. She told her how she first saw Pampers Princess' commercials on TV and how she went out and bought a case of them. She talked about how she started using them constantly and how, one night she got into trouble while watching Amanda. Once he began to unravel this story seemed to be told. After having found an understanding ear, Jessica felt the burden of the whole thing raising from her the story she got. He finally got to the part about the nightmare he had. Mrs. Anderson began to understand what was going on and why things had deployed the way they did it. "I can see how the idea of being whipped by your younger sister for not acting during a diaper change can be quite traumatic," said Ms. Anderson with sympathy. "However, as their recent tiles show, it seems that it has not been the wisest course of action, although I certainly understand why you chose it." "I'm glad you were finally honest with me, Jessica. I want to talk about what's going to happen from here on, but I want you to know first that you're my firstborn son. No one can take that state away from you. Whether you choose to go to the "sweet" route and wear panties all the time and never think of diapers or baby stuff again or if you say you want to go back a little before the responsibilities of adulthood overtake you, it doesn't change the fact that you're my firstborn child. Even if Elizabeth ends up taking care of you and changing your diapers and feeding you bottles and baby food and playing baby games with you, you're still my firstborn, and I still love you a lot, a lot. "Now, you have been admitted to this contest and selected as a semi-finalist," said Ms. Anderson while he pulled the information pack out of his pocket. "Your family wants you to go. You can choose to be a baby or an adult after you have gone and had the experience. You've been playing baby in the sly, it's time you were able to satisfy this fantasy of yours and discover how you feel really without any pressure from home. You will be able to be around people with similar feelings and desires and your father and I both agree that this will be healthy for you. You know what it's like to be an adult. Go find out what it's like to be a baby again! You seem interested; don't be afraid of it. When the conference is over then you can make an informed choice. You can give up the diapers if that's what you want with full knowledge of what it would be like. In addition, I was reading in the fine print of the pamphlet that says in addition to the position on research and development staff, if you win the first prize you get for commercials and package designs. That sounds great. No matter what happens, Jess, your father, Elizabeth, and I love you so much, and we want you to be happy. Honestly, Jess, I'd rather you walk around the house in panties for a minute and drag you into diapers the next one who wants something and suppress it. So please go to this conference and enjoy yourself. Enjoy the opportunity to relax, to go back to an age where you were not careful in the world. The opportunity doesn't come every day. When he hits, you need to open the door. "Mommy," said Jess, his eyes well raised with fresh tears, "I don't even know what to say. I can't tell you what a relief it is not to have to hide from everyone. I thought it was good at that and it was a blow when I found out everyone knew it and turned on Liz and I feel so bad about it. Thank you so much for everything you've done and you're doing for me. I can't tell you how grateful I am. "That's my girl" took Mrs. Anderson. Now, I want you to do two things for me, and then I want you to go to bed. Mom, I'll do whatever you want me to do. Jessica said, thankful your mother accepted her. I want you to let me dress you without fuss, and then I want you to apologize to your sister. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mommy." "Good girl, now please take off your robe and put yourself in bed." Mrs. Anderson got out of bed so Jess could go to bed. He approached the closet and pulled Jess's baby dust and one of his diapers. From his dressing drawer he chose a pretty pink top that he knew he wouldn't cover Jess's midriff. Mrs. Anderson put the shirt and the baby dust aside and unpacked the disposable diaper. Jess heard the wrinkle and he broke out for what was coming. She was half intruded and half mortified by the idea that she was almost eighteen and that she was going to be diaperated by her own mother. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply and relaxed. Mrs. Anderson put his hand in Jess's thigh and rubbed it. "I need you to lift your legs for me, honey," he said. Obediently, Jess raised her legs and Mrs. Anderson dropped the diaper under Jess's bottom. He grabbed the baby powder bottle, sprayed it on Jess's body and rubbed it." That's Mom's girl. Now you can lower your legs." Jess lowered his legs while he was still in the entire experience. He felt that his mother threw the diaper between his legs and fasted him with enough force. There you go, baby. Mrs. Anderson said, kicking Jess's newly-sweet bottom. "Sit for Mom so I can put this on you." Jess sat down and opened his eyes. He raised his arms while Mrs. Anderson slipped over his head and instead. "Go look at yourself at the end of the mirror, baby. "Jess approached the mirror and admired himself. I couldn't believe everything that happened to him in the last few hours. I love you, Mommy. She got fucked in babytalk. I love you too, Jessie. Her mother approached her and gave her a big hug. Now, honey, I want you to apologize to your sister. In all the rapture of being diagnosed by his mother, Jess forgot that he would have to apologize to Liz. She knew she owed it to her, but her attention suddenly woke up to her condition of clothing. You mean this? Jess asked his mother. Yeah, Jessica, I want you to go to your sister's room using that top and that diaper and I want you to apologize to her. She will be seeing many of you in diapers if you decide to embrace them, there is no reason not to start now." Mrs. Anderson started walking the door to force Jessica out of the room. I'll be here when you get back in and say good night, honey. Get out! With that, he changed Jessica's diaper behind the door. Once in the hallway, Jess was aware of every wrinkle that made his diaper. "I better get used to this," he thought and swallowed his pride and went to Elizabeth's room. Lying in her bed in her room across the hall, Elizabeth was also aware of every diaper of Jess made, and smiled at herself when Jess stopped outside her door and knocked. Lizzy? A shy voice came. Jess never called her "Lizzy" before. "Jessie is open, he comes in." Jess took a deep breath, opened the door and entered his sister's room. She found Elizabeth sitting in her bed like she was waiting for her. Come here and sit with me, sister. Elizabeth was lying down. Jess closed the door behind her and approached Elizabeth's bed, where she sat in front of her. Elizabeth saw her. There was her older sister, her best friend and someone she had always wanted, wearing a shirt that didn't cover her belly buttons and a thick, disposable diaper. He aroused a sense of maternity within it. He thought Jess was so cute. "I want to apologize for the way I acted with you tonight, Lizzy. I was completely wrong. It's just that I didn't know anyone else knew about my secret and, when I discovered, I was afraid that everyone would think less about me for it. She was supposed to be the big sister. I'm supposed to go to college. And I couldn't, and I really can't do it yet, reconcile those ideas with the image you see here, which could really be the real me. I was scared. I'm still a little scared, and I turned into defense, maybe someone I'm not. I knew you looked at me and I was afraid of what would happen if you found out about the person you were looking for for for so long was just a big baby. "Jess killed a sigh. "Come here," Elizabeth said calmly and Jess was inclined to obey. She found her way in her sister's arms. She found her sister's hug to be very similar to her mother's, soothing and protective. You're my older sister, Jess, and I love you. Liz continued. "but you have the whole issue of mischievous maturity. You're confused with blindness and strength with stupidity. Mature is having the wisdom of recognizing that you are not ready for the real world out there and that part of you still yearns for your mom's embrace. Mature is acceptance of the fact that when you face the unknown of the real world you could well shit your pants and it might be better than not being wearing a diaper. Force is not about being better than all others. It's not about being faster or getting up more. The force comes from knowing that, no matter what, there's someone in your corner you can count on to catch you when you fall and help you collect the pieces and start over. Using diapers or being a baby doesn't make you less mature or less an adult. It makes you more than one, because you know what you're dealing with. You know what you can do and what you can't do and you know that, like everyone else in the world, you're scared and needy. So if you think for a minute that I'll respect you less, you're out of your cotton-skinned mind. You're my older sister, and even if I end up changing your diapers and taking care of you, you're still my older sister, and you'll always be my best friend. I love you, Jess. There were tears in her eyes when Isabel finished. He was shocked by the strength of what he said. She took her sister in her arms and held her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Liz released the hug and Jess got up to go to bed. "I can't tell you what all this means to me, Liz. I can never thank you enough. "Well, it's a good thing you don't need for," Liz said, and suddenly she woke up from Jess walking behind. Jess stared at his mouth hanging. Taking Liz's eye out, they both started laughing. Well, I have to go to bed. Mom's been waiting for me, I think. "G'night Jessie." "G'night Lizzy." While in his room, Jess found his mother sitting in his bed, even though not where he had been. He had something that Jess couldn't discern in his hand. Do I trust it went well? Mrs. Anderson asked. Much better than I expected, Jess smiled. "Good. Now, girl, it's bedtime. Come here and let me get you in. Jess approached his bed. His mother raised the unique sheet that was in it, being the middle of summer, and put it back on top of it. I found this on her floor," said Ms. Anderson, marking Jess Minnie Mouse's pacifier. "I washed it for you; I thought you'd like it." He said while he put it in Jess's mouth. Jess smiled. Good night, girl, said Mrs. Anderson that the light went off and headed to the door. Jess said sleepy. Chapter 16 A bright and yellow sun rose early in that clear morning of July. Jessica Anderson was lying in her bed, deep in a pleasant dream when the sun shone through the window of her bedroom and the birds began to call. He hurled his eyes, and shook as he looked at his alarm clock, which read five thirty-five a.m., still an hour to go until he needed to get up and shower before the trip to Cincinnati where his two weeks at Pampers would begin. Elizabeth and her parents would be making the trip to see her. They were all very proud of her, and they wanted to wish her the best. Back to sleep, Jess heard the diaper of his diaper. Smiling, he nodded and began to dream. It hardly seemed as if it had been fifteen minutes when the buzz of his alarm broke in his dream. Jessica sat in bed, approached the night table and closed her alarm. Stretching, Jessica yawned again. Taking the dream out of his eyes, he went out of bed and went to the shower, but not before completely flooding his dry diaper, not to let him waste. After bathing, Jess was surprised to see her mother sitting in her bed, waiting for her on her return. Seeing the fresh diaper he had, Jess got the idea. He took off the robe and hung it in his closet. Lying on his bed, Jess was expecting diapers. "I feel very strange saying this," said Ms. Anderson as he unloaded the diaper and slipped it under Jess' behind, "but I think I'm actually going to miss changing you while you're gone the next two weeks, Jessie. I feel like having you back in diapers has brought us closer than we've been since the last time you were in diapers. Mrs. Anderson rubbed the dust with more tenderness than Jess was used to and made it purr after a fashion. "I really hope," Ms. continued. Anderson, if you decide to give diapers after this conference, we will not lose this renewed closeness. I didn't realize this until recently, but now I know I'm not ready to lose my little girl with the idea that you go to college and be an adult. I also realize that giving up that can be inevitable if you move to another stage in your life. Having you back in diapers last week has made me realize that even if you decide to give up them, I want to never lose this closeness that we have shared." I wouldn't worry about that much, Mom. Jess said sincerely, though he didn't explain exactly what he meant. Mrs. Anderson smiled. In your mind, changing diapers was a small price to pay to have your child back. Helping the latest tapes in Jess's diaper, Mrs. Anderson kicked Jess's bottom, as he had become his late habit, and gave his little girl a big hug." What would you like for breakfast, honey? Ms. asked. Anderson. "Can I have oatmeal and milk raisins and spices, Mommy?" Jessica said sweetly. Of course you can, honey. I'll put the water for your oatmeal and pour your milk. You go down when you're ready. " Thank you, Mommy. Mrs. Anderson went down to the kitchen where he put water on the Jess oat. Rummaging around for a smoothie he'd been looking for, found a bottle of baby hidden in the drawer recesses, probably since when Liz was still in the bottle. "I couldn't hurt" thought of herself as she gave her a good wash, dried and left it aside for Jess's milk. Just as Jess opened the door to his room to come down, Elizabeth left her own room. "Morning, Jessica, sleep well?" Elizabeth asked me with joy. Like a baby. Jess moved in thinking about it. Elizabeth rolled. Are you ready for your big day? I'm nervous. I don't know why but I'm nervous about all this, although I really want to go; it looked really awesome on TV. "Come here big baby." Liz laughed playful. Jessica blushed while she was wrapped in her sister's hug. "You'll be fine, and you'll make many friends and you'll have an amazing time. I bet at the end of today you've forgotten why you were apprehensive. And, who knows, maybe you'll win the big prize! I even have to admit it sounds great. And you would come home and I would call you "Your love or something." In this, Jess had to laugh. She tightened Liz tight. "You're the best sister a big baby could ask for," she said, kissing her on the cheek. "I learned it from you, Jess." Liz kissed Jessica in the front and kicked her diaper. "Let's have breakfast." "Morning, Pumpkin," said Mr. Anderson, "all ready for your big day?" "Yes, Dad." Jess cooed while heading to the table. She could tell her place right away, not by the spicy bowl of raisins and oats spices, but rather by the baby bottle full of milk placed next door. Jess just rolled his eyes and giggled. "Thank you, Mommy." he said. "You are welcome, darling." Chapter 17 Looking for the basement, Mrs. Anderson found the diaper bag he had used for Jessica and Elizabeth when they were younger. It was white with pink stripes and images of Winnie the Pooh and Tigger and Eyore on it. Taking the dust off her, she brought him up to pack him for the car trip. "I'm going to pack Jessie's diaper bag," he told the girls as he headed up to Jessie's room, "why don't they make sure they're ready to leave at the time it's over. It won't take more than ten minutes. "Jess giggled at the idea that she needed a diaper bag everywhere she went, though she realized a three-hour car trip in a wet paper would be no fun at all, especially if she leaked, an experience which, lucktely, she had not yet had. "Come on, girl," Elizabeth said, taking Jessie out of hand and guiding her out. "We'll wait in the car with Dad while Mommy packs your diaper bag. "Jessie returned to giggled to the idea of his diaper bag and followed his sister out. So wrapped up in what was going on, she didn't have time to think about the fact that she was out on a t-shirt that didn't even cover her navel and a good, thick, disposable diaper. It must have been seen. There's my girl. Everything ready for your big-time pumpkin? Mr. Anderson asked when he wrapped his arms around Jessie and planted a kiss on his cheek. Yeah, Dad, I think so. Jess answered. Elizabeth, excited by the prospect of having a new baby in the house, helped Jessica to the car and rolled her seat belt for her, then kissed her in the forehead. "Jeez, Liz, I am not a complete baby." "I know, yes, you are so bold cute!!!"Jessica simply shook his head. "Suppose this is the price I pay." He thought of himself. Right then, Mrs. Anderson went out to the car carrying Jess's newly stored diaper bag. Putting him in the back seat between the two girls, she rolled her seat belt. "Everything is ready!" he said enthusiastically, as if they went to a family vacation. "Are they all ready, Jessie? Mr. Anderson asked. Yes, Dad. I am ready." Jessie said smile. With that, he boarded the three-hour journey from home to the Pampers facilities in Cincinnati.'Oh Jessie, baby." Mrs. Anderson stepped in about twenty minutes on the trip, handing Jessie a stack of papers and a pen. "There are some preliminary papers you need to fill in before you get there. " Can I see the brochure again while Jessie is filling all that? Elizabeth suddenly asked. Thinking about coming in next year, Liz? His father asked with mockery. "Yes, I thought maybe, you know, if you and Mom didn't find a teenager in Re: diapers for jessicaorry this story is giving me a publication of a devil. I'll post later. babychrisRe: diapers for jessica Yes, I thought maybe, you know, if you and mom didn't find a teenager in diapers to be enough of a handful that might check it out. Liz turned sarcastic. "There is no need to wait, Lizzy," Ms. Anderson twisted, "I packed enough diapers in Jess's bag so I didn't have to pack it again too soon. We can always pull over and get you out of those big girls' panties if you want. Just say the word. "Thank you, but thank you, Mom. I am very happy the way I am." "Suit you, Elizabeth" Mrs. Anderson rolled "just remember that the offer is at the table if you change your mind." "I williiiiiiiiiiiiight... anyway, Jess, how is that paper comb? Liz asked, changing the subject. It's not very bad. Many of them are just rules and regulations type things I have to sign and such. There was a diaper application form for my two-year free diapers, so I get the right size, and there's some information about the different courses they're offering at this conference. I have to admit, I'm really glad you got me in, Liz. I wouldn't have had the guts, if I'd known about it, get in fear of what you and Mom would think. "Well, then I hope you can forgive me for entering the sly, Jessie. I still feel really bad about that." Don't mention it, Liz. Also, if it doesn't balance, seeing how you change my diapers could take care of the rest." Jess had to laugh out loud looking at his sister's face. " Talking about changing diapers, Mrs. Anderson said suddenly, do you need to be changed, Jess? Yeah, Mommy, this diaper is about to get soaked. Jessica said. "Why didn't you say something? From now until the end of this trip I'm going to have Elizabeth check if I can't trust you to tell me you need to change. Honey, she addressed her husband, "please stop at the next break stop with a bath so that she can change this baby. "Sure, darling." Anderson laughed. At the break stop, Mr. Anderson let the ladies out near the toilets and then he went to get some gas. "I'll meet you here," she said while Ms. Anderson pulled the diaper bag out of the car, grabbed Jessie by the hand and drove the way to the ladies' room. Ignoring the curious looks of the spectators who saw a woman in her half of the years wearing a diaper bag that led to a teenager clothed by the hand, she got Jess in a nice and spacious place of disabled in the women's room. Mrs. Anderson saw a big baby in a wet diaper. Well, at least you'll get a two-year quality diaper supply. She's mocking her daughter. 'However, Jess, you have to pay more attention to how full your diaper is, or I'm going to have to have your sister or your father or I checked you more regularly. It's up to you. I'm sure your father doesn't want you to get out all over the car, and I'm sure you wouldn't find a very nice, leaky diaper. Now we're gonna change you!" Uncover the diaper, Mrs. Anderson pulled him out of Jess's legs. He took a towel of the container in Jess's diaper bag and cleaned his lower part and the clean vaginal area. Digging a little baby powder into her hands, she dusted Jess's diaper area before putting her fresh diaper. Having enough room for Jess to lie down to have a fresh diaper put on it, Mrs. Anderson hoped that she would not need to be changed again between now and her arrival at Pampers. Finishing the job, he gave Jess his shorts and let her out of the job. Elizabeth? He called deviously, "come here please." "Yes, Mother?" Liz asked, looking at Jessie's post just popped up. "It's your turn." Mrs. Anderson said he had a diaper for Elizabeth to see him. "Of all the humiliating things you could do, Mother! Elizabeth said when she left. Mrs. Anderson laughed with a heart. Chapter 18 "You have created a monster, Jessie." Elizabeth said warmly. You know what Mom did there? Let me guess, did he offer you a diaper again? Jess ventured. "She calls me to the place where I had changed you and, holding a diaper in her hand, tells me it's my turn. I swear! "Jess had to laugh. I'm sorry, Liz. I'm not laughing at you. I know it must have been embarrassing. " Right then, Mrs. Anderson took the two girls in the car where her husband parked him and was waiting. He didn't say a word during the exchange between Liz and Jess, but he just put his eyes on him and kept his mouth shut. Elizabeth, honey, said Mrs. Anderson calmly, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that, I was just trying to be funny. I didn't mean to bother you. "Hmph" Elizabeth turned outrageously. "Just stop it, okay?" Yes, dear. Can you do me a favor and be Mom's big girl and check your sister's diaper from time to time and tell me if she's wet? I don't want to wait that long before I change it again if it can be helped. I'd like to especially avoid any leak." "Sure, Mom, whatever." From there, the journey continued without incident. Before long, the monstrosity that is the Proctor & Gamble complex came into view. It was about ten minutes before noon when the Anderson approached the long stretch that was the entrance. There was a security guard at the entrance of the car directing the traffic. Mr. Anderson threw his window. "Good morning" the guard said. "Good morning, my daughter, Jessica Anderson will participate in the Pampers Princess conference." said Mr. Anderson "All right, the Pampers installation will be on the right as you follow this path until it curves around a curve. There are giant banners and stumbles of people. You shouldn't miss it. Enjoy your stay in PróG." Driving right around the curve as the guard said, there was a huge pink Pampers logo flag at the top of a big tent with a crowd of people standing under it. Jessica approached her mom and grabbed her hand. Mr. Anderson and Elizabeth walked on both sides to the registration table under the giant Pampers store. After waiting in the row for what seemed like an eternity, she came to the table where she turned into her paperwork. "Welcome, Jessica, my name is Michele." said the young woman sitting at the table. "You are not just the most beautiful thing! Here's a new bag of Pampers teen diapers. Inside you will find all kinds of gifts from the various sponsors of the event. If memory serves, there is a binky in there and a bottle as well as a pair of fried plastic panties to carry on your diapers if you wish. They can help prevent leaks. If you're coming this way, I'll introduce you to your babysitter and she'll take you to your room. Michele took the road to a table with a sign on the front that said "Babysitters" at the source of pink Pampers. "Now let's see. You're on the 3rd floor, so your nanny's Kristen. Michele called. A stunning young woman who seemed to be about twenty-five years old wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt of the princess of the pamphlets approached Jessica and her family. "Jessica Anderson and his family" Michele said through the introduction, "I would like you to meet Kristen Lawrence. Jessica, Kristen will be your nanny for the next two weeks. You can approach her with any questions and concerns during your two-week stay. "It's good to meet you, Michele," said Ms. Anderson, "and you too, Kristen. "The pleasure is all mine." Michele said, "and if you excuse me now I have other duties to attend to. On behalf of everyone here in Pampers, Jessica, I wish you the best experiences during your stay here. Kristen, you can take it from here. Thank you, Michele. Kristen said, to put Michele on a good afternoon and head the Andersons towards Jessica's nursery. "Now, Jessica, as Michele told you, I'm going to be your nurse in the living room for the next two weeks. I will be in charge of changing your diapers and I am able to answer any questions you may have about Pampers or the princess program here. We went through a rigorous five-week training program to learn how to be good nannies. Pampers trusts that we can take care of all your needs. "Wow, sis," said Elizabeth, "appears as if Pampers were all for you little. "Jess smiled. I was beginning to feel that your sister was right about all this. "Here's your nursery, Jess, darling" Kristen said he opened the door. Everyone was retracted from what I had seen. Two cots of white and pink teen size on both sides of the room, and, in the middle of the room by the window, a teen-sized change table. She looked so pretty. Here, on the wall, Kristen pointed to a walkie-talkie stuck to the wall, "it's the baby monitor. If you need anything during your stay, a bottle, a diaper change, just click the button and let me know. That monitor is tied to a cell phone that provides staff so you can contact me at any time, day or night. And here comes your roommate, Jill Stevenson, and the family. "Jill, I want you to meet your roommate, Jessica Anderson, and your family. " Nice to meet you, Jessica. I am so excited to be here" Jill giggled." There'll be a meeting tonight of all the babies in the hall tonight at 5:00 and then we'll go to dinner. More policies and procedures will be explained in greater depth. For now you and Jill need to get a little bit of acquainted and relax to the meeting. I'll come get you when the time is. When she got off the train from Jessica's crib, Kristen made to get out of the room. "Sit free to contact me if you need anything. Thank you very much, Kristen, I'm sure I will! Jessica said, excited. He sat in his crib. Suddenly he realized that his parents and his sister were leaving. "I will really miss you all these next two weeks." Jess said tears get loose in his eyes. "I cannot tell you how much your support has meant to me." Do you need to change before we go, honey? Mrs. Anderson asked. Yes, please, Mom. Jill looked as Jessica went up to the change table for a last change in her mother's diaper before two weeks of being away. With extreme tenderness, Mrs. Anderson unpacked Jessie's wet diaper and threw him under it. She always cleaned her so gently with a towel of babies and spurious baby dust on her, scrubbing her calmly. Bringing his diaper between his legs and fasting him instead, he gave his daughter a kick for the last time for two weeks. Suddenly, somewhere inside her, Elizabeth felt a groan of jealousy. Seeing her mother affectionately changing Jessie's diaper made her realize how her sister should have felt when she approached and divided her parents' attention. Now, Baby Jessie had her mom's undivided attention. I almost wanted him to be at Jessie's. That offer was still on the table? Was your mother serious? Suddenly, driven by his own thoughts, Elizabeth went mad with her wits. It was necessary to be the nanny of her older sister when all this conference ended. She had offered to take care of Baby Jessie and be her older sister. However, I couldn't help but feel jealous of your sister right now. Mrs. Anderson gave Jessie a big hug and a kiss, and so much Mr. Anderson like Elizabeth followed the suit. Take care, Jess, and have fun! Liz said. "Thank you very much for everything. I can never thank you enough. "That's what the family is for," said Ms. Anderson. Chapter 19 Having said their goodbyes, the Anderson returned to their car for their journey home. Meanwhile, Jess investigated the room. There were closets, each side of the door. Inside each closet there was a closet, which contained uniform shirts provided. Jess pulled one and put it in the mattress in his crib. It was pink with the logo amended in pink and the word "Baby" printed just below the logo. Leaving the shirt that had come, Jess put the new shirt and admired himself in the mirror. Like the shirt that her mother wore on that morning, this did not make any attempt to cover her midriff. Back around here and that's why I admired how cute your diaper looked. "What brings you here, Jess? Jill asked joyfully, trying to break the ice. Jess giggled. "Well, it's a long story. To shorten it a bit, I like to use diapers, but I wouldn't be here if my younger sister Elizabeth hadn't entered the contest in my name. I was having trouble reconciling my love for diapers with the adult who was expected to go, or I thought it was expected to go. I was using diapers all the time to give them up completely, or try to tie them up and then purge them. I had a couple of very close calls and when my family confronted me about all this, which was actually the same day I found out that there was not only Liz in me, but that I had been selected, I totally lost control and I got a little ferocious. Luckily I realized that everything was in my best interest and I am very happy that I am here and that my family supports me. "Wow, that's really great. I'm so excited to be here. I've had diapers because I've wet the bed. I hated it at first, it was so humiliating, but a wet diaper in the morning is much better than a wet bed. Since then, I have grown to enjoy using diapers and have done more than just at night. When I heard about this contest, I knew I had to go in. I can't wait until everything officially starts, I'm so excited. "For an uncomfortable coincidence, just as Jill ended up saying this came a knock at the door. It was Kristen. "Come with girls," he said, "it's time for our floor meeting." It was the most amazing thing Jessica had ever seen. Nine other diaper toilets went to the living room. Each girl found a seat in one of the various crouches placed in a square around the room. Kristen raised a chair in the center of the room. Silence descended upon the girls; they were very excited to hear what they had to say. "You guys, once again my name is Kristen Lawrence, "she started, "and I will be your nanny while you stay here at Pampers. Pampers put me through a five-week training course to deal with ninety-nine percent of the problems that may arise. If you need to change your diaper, you'd like a bottle or something else while you're in the hallway, use the baby monitor in your room to buzz me and make sure you're well taken care of. Before entering all rules and regulations and all that jazz, I would like to surround the room and make everyone present. Please at least say your name, how old you are, where you are, and one thing you expect to get out of your experience here at Pampers. I'll start, and then we'll go through the room with the watch. "My name as I said before is Kristen Lawrence. I am twenty-five years old and originally from Seattle, Washington, and my hope is to provide each of you with the love and care you need while you are here in Pampers. "My name is Jasmine Avery," said the girl sitting next to Kristen, "I am seventeen and Bangor, Maine. I hope to make many friends who won't judge me by my diapers. "My name is Cassandra Kelly and I am sixteen from Boston, Massachusetts. I hope to please my inner baby and start learning to balance a child and adult lifestyle. "My name is Hannah Davenport. I'm sixteen from Denver, Colorado. I want to learn to be my mom's baby again. " My name is Jill Stevenson, I am fourteen from Newark, New Jersey. I also want to make many friends who wear diapers. My name is Vanessa Newman. I'm 15 years old from South Burlington, Vermont, and I want to learn to be a baby again. " One by one, the rest of the girls were. Finally, it was Jessica's turn. My name is Jessica Anderson. I'm seventeen from Winton Terrace, Ohio. I hope to find out if I'm ready to be a big girl or if I'm a big baby who needs his mom. "All right, everyone." Kristen said. "I hope that each of you will succeed in finding what you are looking for. Now, I want to review some rules and regulations with you, as well as some other information you will need to know for successful participation in this conference. "First, your diapers. They must be used at all times, and only a babysitter or other staff person can change you. That means if you're down the hall, you have to come to me to change the diaper. If you are out and around, you need to find a diaper change station where a staff person will help you. No exceptions. "Secondly, your daily uniform will consist of your diaper and one of the supplied Pampers t-shirts you will find in the closet in your nursery. When I come to change you in the morning, you'll choose a shirt to be dressed. " Third, in addition to diapers, if you want a bottle of milk or juice at any time, contact me on the baby monitor. "The staff here at Pampers has done everything possible to make your experience here a pleasant and successful. In return, we have some expectations. Every girl must be in her best behavior. Any girl who can't follow simple instructions will get a spank in front of the rest of the girls in their hallway. Repeated violations will lead to the expulsion of the programme. "That said, this conference is established in such a way that you will leave it exactly what you put into it. With this in mind, you will find in your lecture package a list of seminar descriptions. Each girl will be required to attend 'Pampers Princess and You(r Bottom)' and 'Dealing with Diapers'. These classes meet at 10 and 11 am respectively "Pampers Princess and You (r Bottom)" is a course in the various products being developed by Pampers to meet the needs of the adolescent community. As representatives of this population, we want your information on what you want and what you need. We have many products that we would like you to show during this course, from different diaper styles to different pacifier models. We will also show a line of teen-type training pants that we are thinking about marketing, for those teenagers who decide they are ready for training. By the way, the staff spent those five weeks using Pampers Princess, and now we're going to test the trainers between now and the end of the conference. "You mean you wear training pants? Vanessa asked unbelief, opening up in Kristen. Kristen said with an easy gesture he took off his shorts to model the coaches. "They hold as much as the Princesses do. The idea was that in order to be able to take care of all of you, we should know how it was to use them at all times. I admit that at first he was asked to wear wet diapers and tear twenty-five seemed silly, but it was actually great. Anyway, they thought that with five solid weeks of being in diapers we probably shouldn't make the jump right back to the panties, so we're in coaches until the end of the conference. "Yes, take it from me" Jessica laughed. "I was basically 24 hours a day for about a month and then I tried to give cold turkey diapers. It didn't work very well. "Well, now you're back in diapers where you belong, so it's all right." Kristen said, and all the girls got upset. "But let's go. The other course, "Dealing with Diapers", is a course of how to adapt, socially speaking, to use diapers. Many of you, I hope, are older brothers. This course will explore strategies to cope with being the baby again. I hope that it will help those older brothers to adjust to the idea of giving up that 'old brotherhood' to the youngest. It's an office, you're giving up the state for extra attention. The course will also examine how to adjust in other social situations, such as among friends. Also among the topics that this course expects to explore is the sacrifice of privacy that you can expect to experience. 'Go to the bathroom' as you used to call it, it's no longer a private matter that only involves you. "Elective seminars deal with various topics, some more related to the diaper, some more related to being a baby. You will want to read through the descriptions of the course and choose those that sound interesting to you. Remember, to qualify for the supply of two years of princess diapers, you have to attend at least one elective per day plus the two required courses that meet daily. There will be a brief amount of time after the opening ceremony in which you can look through the brochure and choose your electives, but we have to go soon. Do we have to change someone's diaper before we leave? Vanessa, Jill and Hannah raised their hands, and, right enough, the front sides of their diapers were yellow with pee. Anyone else? Kristen asked. Nobody talked. "All right, all of you stay here, I'll just take three diapers and some babysitter wipes and dust and be back. "Vanessa, Jill, and Hannah were shocked "Will it change us here? In front of everyone?" Hannah exclaimed. I guess so," Vanessa said. "She told us about a privacy sacrifice that goes along with using diapers. At least we're not the only three diapers who use diapers. Turns out we're the only three wets. I bet before the conference is over, we'll have seen each of us change at one point or another. "That's probably true enough." Jill said, smiling. Right then, Kristen came back with the three fresh diapers, wipes and baby dust, and a changing carpet. Slung on his shoulder was a diaper bag, bigger than usual. Who wants to go first? Kristen said happily. Hannah took a deep breath and took a step forward. Lying on the mattress, Kristen unhooked the wet diaper and threw it under Hannah's bottom. "My little one, you're soaked. Good thing I asked who needed changes when I did. Kristen cooed. Hannah became red from the beetle, it was very easy to say that she was not used to her diaper changing in front of nine other spectators, even if they were all wearing diapers. Kristen cleaned her gently, but thoroughly with a baby towel and then dusted her all over her diaper area. By rubbing it, Hannah closed her eyes. His humiliation gave way to feelings of total relaxation and bliss. He didn't even realize Kristen was pulling the diaper's front between his legs and filming it instead. It was a little irritating when two loving duckies came in his newly-storied behind. All set, girl. Kristen said happily. "Wow, Kristen, that was the best change of diapers in history!" Hannah said. Thank you, Hannah. I have been well trained" Kristen smiled. "Who is next?"Vanessa stepped forward and lay down where Hannah had been. She experienced a lot of the same bliss that Hannah did only moments before, yet she was able to focus her attention on knowing when Kristen was finished with her. After Jill's diaper was changed, Kristen rounded up the girls and took them to the opening ceremonies. Chapter 20 The journey home was silent. There was still tension in the air after the incident in the bathroom. Luckily, the diaper bag was secure in the trunk now that it did not need to be easily accessible. When you get home, Mrs. Anderson broke the silence while she and Elizabeth were heading home. "Elizabeth, honey," he said. Your father and I are going to redecorate your sister's room in the next two weeks. I would. Do you like to help? "Elizabeth sought a sarcastic commentary, but could not find one. It was probably the same; his last time told him it was his turn for a diaper change. "Sure, Mom, whatever." tersely said. "You don't have to, Liz." Mrs. Anderson responded simply. "I just thought you'd like to help, as you and Jess are so close." "Grande," Liz thought, "She's not even here and is getting all the attention... Maybe I should have prepared for Mom to suffer. I wonder what I would have done. My luck, she would have given me a diaper and then I would have to wet the stupidity because she told me she wanted to use it... "What if Jess has her two weeks of diapers and decides to give up them?" Liz asked sarcasticly. "You would have two years of diapers but not babies" Keep it up, young lady, and she'll get your room and you'll be back in diapers until you can learn to act like you're fourteen and not two. Seriously. Elizabeth, you surprise me. You're Jessica's best friend, have you forgotten? Yeah, she's gonna be getting a lot of attention from your dad and me, but she spent 14 years being your older brother. She saw us get excited on your first day of school and when you were being trained for the bathroom. I feel like we could have done more for her while you were the star of the show, and here's a chance to get to Jess. I'm sorry if you're feeling careless, Liz, and I'll try to make it harder not just to carry extra responsibilities. That's why I asked if you wanted to help with Jess's nursery. Not because I don't want to do everything myself, but because I value your opinion. "All this experience for Jess is going to remodel us as a family, regardless of what he decides when he returns. You'll even have to admit that seeing your older sister spinning on a t-shirt and a diaper gets used to something. "Yes..." Elizabeth found that she had to laugh. "I guess I got so used to being the youngest who was a little syringuit when the attention was totally changed. I guess that's how Jess felt sometimes when we were growing up. And I guess, with her 18th coming month and all, I thought she would be able to totally get the undivided attention of you and Dad, and now we're expecting another baby, it's just Jess, who's really disorientating. " You are also seated many of the privileges that come with being a teenager. Yes, your father and I will need you to be there for your sister, to take care of her and so on, but don't think we'd ask you to change your sister's diapers without any compensation. It won't always be monetary and it may not be that much, but we'll do what we can. You're also forgetting that your sister will give up a lot if not all her privacy. Where you can go out and do things for yourself, Jess won't be able to do it unless she wants to carry a diaper bag wherever she goes. And honestly, I don't want you to change your own diapers. I know we told him we'd rather wear panties for a moment and diapers the next one than tie and purge until he finds out what he wants, but I really want him to choose one or the other, since a mixture will not be healthy. It's not that I like to change your diapers, especially after having a good bowel movement, but I understand that changing diapers is a time of great intimacy for a baby and will be an integral part of Jess's development. My hope is that it will satisfy your curiosity or any need you are dealing with in time and then return to your adulthood." Elizabeth wanted to interject with "and if she doesn't?", but instantly thought better about it. What are you planning to do with the room? He asked. "I'm thinking of repainting the white room to start. I'm also playing with the idea of sporadic pink hearts placed around the room. Your father has agreed to build his crib and change table, which I think I'm going to paint white and pink to match the room. Beyond that? I have no idea. "Hmm... I will have to think about it." Elizabeth said when she was heading to her room. Despite this pleasant turn of affairs this morning, Elizabeth's emotions were a disaster. It wasn't just her mother's cracks about putting her back on diapers. Much had happened so quickly around the house that Elizabeth felt as if everything revolved around her. And partly, he wondered if it wasn't his fault. He wondered what would be happening now if he hadn't entered Jessica in that contest. She never meant that the action was malicious, but somehow Jess' getting a dream vacation out of the deal seemed less than ideal for Elizabeth. Somehow, she only expected the little shock or something. Everything was so subject. Her parents didn't even punish her for getting Jess into the contest. Above that they already knew he was wearing diapers. Could it not affect anything? At least Jessica had the common decency of being angry with her, but that was resolved so quickly. And now the only thing Liz could see for herself outside the agreement was the added responsibility. It's not that she could think of something that should have been different. Suddenly, there was a call to his door. Elizabeth opened it to find her mother there. Can I come in, Liz? He asked. Yeah, sure, Mom. Liz opened the door so her mother could pass. Mrs. Anderson sat in Liz's bed. "I have come to apologize for the above" began. "I know this could be a difficult time for you, with everything that's happened in the last few weeks. It wasn't easy for me either. There's something that goes on about the idea that your older daughter wants to use diapers again and be a baby. I wonder if it's my fault somehow. I wonder if I should have done something at some point during Jess's development that I didn't do. So I'm a little out of class, too. I wanted to do all this as easy as possible for Jess. In the middle of dealing with it and making it easy for her, I guess I forgot you were trying too. I forgot you'd recently discovered that you didn't know your best friend, just like you thought you did. I forgot that the idea of having to take care of someone you've looked up to your whole life could be enough to spin your head. I forgot that being a fifteen-year-old girl wasn't a lot of shit to deal with now, and now they're asking you to get up and assume more maturity and responsibility. "I came to tell you that I love you so much. I've always done it, and I always will. Sometimes I don't know how to show it, and sometimes I forget that even though you're almost grown you still need to know, so I'm saying it now. Elizabeth Jaime Anderson I love you very much, and I'm very proud of you. " Liz got into her mother's arms. "But listen, and I'm serious about it this time, if you find the responsibility to be too much for you, it's okay. I won't judge you if the task of being an older sister of a 17-year-old is too big. Your father and I know you're not the only one who can take care of your sister, so if you feel that the weight of everything is too big, you can get away from him without any judgment from us. You're our daughter, and we both love you so much, no matter what options you take. So, in case you change your mind, I want you to have this." Mrs. Anderson introduced Elizabeth with a very well-decorated gift bag with pink tissue paper. Liz got his eyes and laughed. I didn't need to inspect the contents of the bag. "I got one when I entered Jess in that contest. It was so embarrassing. There I was pretending to be Jess and I didn't realize they were giving a free sample with every contest entry. So there I was and are like 'what sized sample would you like?' and I am like 'er, sample?' not wanting to break the character, and the representative there was so innocent, she thought that I was someone who had entered without trying them. Ugh, I was so embarrassed that I bet he's still in my purse where I stabbed him, waiting for anyone to see him. "Well, now you have two. Would you like me to, uh...?" No, thanks. Mom. Liz said seriously. "I will hold on to it and let you know if I change your mind. "As you know the offer is on the table. I can't stand a double standard, you know. "Elizabeth smiled. Thanks, Mom. I appreciate it. Re: diapers for Jessica Diapers for JessicaChapter 21 Hundreds of diapers were found in a huge auditorium where they were directed by their nannies in rows of banks and tables where a delicious chicken parmesan was put before each place. "You could act and dress like babies," Kristen said to the girls in line," but we know you need a lot of nutrition. "After having had their bibs put on by Kristen, the girls dug in the amazing food. Each girl also had a bottle of milk to drink. After everyone had finished eating, the places were cleared and the bibs sent to wash. The lights went off and the opening ceremony began. The head of the Pampers division of Proctor & Gamble said a few words of welcome and expressed emotion about the things that would take place in the next two weeks, as the girls learned about the direction the Pampers were heading and were able to give information about what they as consumers would like to see from Pampers. Then he handed the podium to Susan Valentine, the event chair. "Good night" said Susan. "It gives me great pleasure to welcome you all here tonight. Since Pampers told me about the idea of a teen product, I've been imagining this kind of conference where we have to meet with our consumers and discover what they want, need and expect from us, their suppliers. I'm sure we could have assumed that they would want a lot of the same protection and comfort they received when they were babies using our diapers, but I didn't feel it was enough. Using diapers as a teenager is so different than using diapers as a baby, and we at Pampers want to do our best to meet all your needs and wishes. You will learn more about the different aspects of Pampers' operation in the next two weeks in several seminars and programs put by staff here in Pampers. "Your nurseries will tell you if you don't already have the expectations that Pampers staff have for you while you are here. In general, theory is quite simple. We want you to help us help you. As you know, to qualify for Princess Pampers' finals, you should assist Pampers Princess and you (r Behind) as well as deal with Diapers every day. Each day you will receive a stamp to test your assistance. Beyond those two courses, we want you to attend ten different seminars or demonstrations that interest you, where you will also get a stamp in your attendance record. You'll hand over the record to your babysitter at the end of next week. They will be classified to ensure that every girl has fulfilled the requirements, and a lucky young woman will be randomly drawn and crowned the Princess of the Pants. Each seminar is designed to be of interest to you. For example, there is a seminar called Stylish Diapers, which will examine different styles and different ideas to make fashionable teen diapers. Several seminars will address issues related to the use of diapers all the time or being a teenager and how to negotiate the teen and baby within your body. The more seminars attend and the more contributions will help us create better products to meet your needs. You are representative of future consumers of the Pampers product line for teenagers. Make your voice heard and tell us what you want. I wish you the best in the next two weeks. Make you happy and dry. A hundred very excited girls were taken by their nanny back to their floors to prepare them for the bed. "Now, girls," Kristen admonished, "I can tell you that you are full of energy, but you will return to your rooms where each of you will have your diaper changed and you will be given a bottle. Then they'll put you in your cribs at night. You won't get out of your cribs until morning. I don't want to have to beat any of you. Please drink your bottles and try to sleep a little, tomorrow will be a great day. I'll come in the morning and let you out of your cribs and you'll change again before breakfast. If you need to change during the night, do not hesitate to contact me using baby monitors in each of your cribs." Each of the girls returned to their rooms and expected their diaper changes in the middle of their endless whispers of emotion on what was to come. There would be a lot to see and learn and do. And at the end of the two weeks would be the drawing for the Princess of the Pants. In secret, every girl longed to be crowned Princess above all love. However, looking around, everyone found reasons to think it would be someone else and not them. After taking care of Jill, Kristen now turned his attention to Jessica. You all ready, little boy? "Yes, Krissy" Jessica cooed instinctively. "Awwww, you are too cute! Get up on this table that changes for me, cupcake."Jessica rose on the table that changed, turned his body, and lay down. The mattress was warm and soft under your body, making it feel very comfortable. Kristen gave Jess his milk bottle, and Jess started nursing while Kristen unlocked his diaper and pulled him out of her. Left it aside, he took Jess's ankles with his left hand and a towel with his right. Jessica purged like a kitten while her diaper area was always so gently cleaned. Jess kept his legs in place while Kristen threw the baby to clean and took a fresh diaper from the pile under the changing table. Unwrapping it, Jess raised and the cool diaper was slipped under. Kristen sprayed a generous amount of baby powder on Jess's skin and gently rubbed it. Lowering Jess's legs on the table, Kristen brought the diaper between Jess's legs and recorded it instead, fixing the bodyguards to make sure they were swollen. Then he helped Jess out of the table and his crib. Lifting the bar, he whispered good night to the two big babies, turned off the light and closed the door behind it. Jess could barely believe what was going on. Here he was in a giant crib taking care of a bottle and using a diaper. It was all she had dreamed of could be. And it was just the beginning. Finishing his milk, he closed his eyes and went to sleep, dreaming of things to come. Chapter 22 After a quick breakfast, the girls were back in their rooms, tearing their diaper bags and inspecting all the gifts inside. Pampers' staff had thought about everything. There was a notebook to take notes, pen to write, stickers, a nice pink pacifier, all with the Pampers logo on it. It also had the schedule of courses and seminars plus the necessary attendance records. In addition, the diaper bag was teen-sized; completely capable of carrying everything a teenage girl would need. Taking the notebook, the attendance record and a pen, Jess and Jill went to the lounge where the rest of the girls in their living room were assembled. Once all were counted and ready, Kristen took them to his first course session, Pampers and You (r Behind). The instructor was introduced as Mrs. Stephanie Jbara. "You will find that the material in this course will be overcome with some of the things explored in the various seminars you will attend all your time here. You will find the same to be true of the material that should be covered in dealing with diapers. This is because the people who designed this conference set goals for each of you. We want you to stay away from this experience with at least a certain amount of basic information about what your needs will be like as a teenager in diapers and how Pampers proposes to meet those needs. Then we want to give you the opportunity to explore certain things that might interest you more in depth..." Mrs. Jbara began with a general vision of the Pampers from the beginning, paying special attention to the events that have been made in the diaper industry since the early 1980s, including how the Pampers have continued with competition. "What we look for with the Princess line is to create a product with a name that people know and trust. Adolescence and teen years can be testing times for many people, as many of you certainly know, and we here at Pampers feel we could be able to provide some extra comfort and support. "Therefore, in the next two weeks we will be plotting family territory and unknown. We have some products that you will be able to try and we have some ideas that we want your entry into. That'll be all for today. I'm going to seal your attendance record on the way out of the door; make sure you don't leave without a seal. See you tomorrow." Wow, that was, like, the fastest fifty minutes of my whole life." Hannah said. "And we will not be just lectures in. We'll also try products. That's awesome. I wonder what we can prove." "Diapers, I hope." Jill said, twisting. Really? Who would have touched it? Hannah got her tongue out. Jill turned the feeling. Jessica and Cassandra just rolled their eyes and headed to the conference room where they met Kristen, ready to take them to deal with the diapers. Mrs. Michele Bailey started when the girls finally sat down, "it's not as easy as any of you might think. There are many things that one does not think at first when they encounter diapers like a teenager or a teenager. A basic one is over the years of being trained for the toilet. I hope most of you have already wet your diapers since you have been here, but can I see a hand show about how many have your diapers put in? " A few girls blushed and raised their hands, but they were five girls at most. "After having been trained to use the toilet and having it grease in your head that wet or get you in is bad, it is very difficult to overcome that stigma. One way to get over it, as you will notice over the next two weeks, is to force yourself to use your diapers by denying you access to the bathroom. "Another problem, much less shameful, fortunately, how many of you are older brothers? "Almost all hands in the room went up. Mrs. Bailey nodded. "Our research has shown that 98% of teenagers who carry diapers for pleasure are older brothers. We hope this is indicative of the fact that they want to go back to a time when they received all the care of their parents, and there is probably no time for greater parental care than when a child is in diapers. "But what happens when an older brother puts in diapers again, either for punishment or because they want to? Are they still the older brother? Often when teens receive baby treatment, they are expected to be unable to take care of themselves, and therefore they stay with babysitters, often their younger brothers. How do you reconcile that in your mind? "Research shows that when an older brother returns to the diapers he can alter a natural balance within the family. When the older child decides he wants to be the youngest, he affects everyone else in the family. The younger brothers often resented the fact that the attention that used to be theirs had been taken away from them, causing tension throughout the family. Your decision to return to diapers may affect much more than yourself. It can simply be an option of underwear. Some girls choose briefs, some bikini, some diapers, but more often than not indicative of a larger lifestyle decision that can alter the balance in the family. In this course, and in several of the seminars of these next two weeks, we will take a look at how to try using diapers. Together with the diapers, we will examine the pro and cons of revealing their passive identity to friends, other family members and so on, and take a look at how to decide who and whom should not be divulging this information. Teen maternity may be a rewarding and satisfying experience, but there are many factors that need to be fair to work. More often than not, it requires a lot of commitment on the part of both the baby and the family involved. As we have already discovered in this brief introduction, dealing with the use of diapers is not as simple as it seems, and it is always made more difficult when it is added in all the already difficult things that are taking in your daily life. Let us hope that at the end of these two weeks at least have a basis on how to incorporate your diaperated identity into your larger identity and cause as few problems as possible. That'll be all for today. I'm going to seal your records on the way out and see you tomorrow! " Wow, I think I'm going to get a lot out of this class," Jess observed. "I have a 14-year-old sister who is about to become my older sister. And yes, I guess I knew it would be the case, but I never thought of the implications of that. My mommy was scolding me in the travel car here for not telling her that my diaper needed to be changed and then asked my sister, Elizabeth to check me periodically after they had put me in a dry diaper so it wouldn't happen again. I laughed at him at the time, and also the idea that she had to change my diapers, but I'm starting to see that it's much more serious and complex than that. Like, unless she comes and checks me normally, I might have to go to her and ask her to change me. We've always been the best friends, but there's nothing to say that she wouldn't take advantage of my diapered state and humiliate me. I had a nightmare where he hit me!" I know what you mean," Cassandra said. "I've been in diapers for about three weeks now full time, and my parents have strictly forbidden me to change, so I have to go ask my 12-year-old sister, Meghan. It's absolutely devastating. You can never change my diaper and end it. It always has to be a great production. There was once when his friends ended up waiting for me until my mom came back from work, but I was getting wet and I wouldn't hold on anymore, and I was afraid if I wet again it would leak. I'm always whipped when my diaper leaks because I wouldn't ask my sister to change me. So I go up to my room, wearing shorts on my diapers, and I gently hit his door. 'Yes?' he says, 'Come.' and therefore I come in and said 'Meghan, can I see you for a minute?' and she's like 'What is it, Cassie, do the big baby need her changed diaper?' and I turned the red beet and her friends started laughing at me. Well? Let me see your diaper, girl! Meghan demanded. Little by little I fumble with the button of my shorts, totally humiliated. "You young lady, do you want me to whip you?" she asked. Do you have to spank your older sister? His friends looked at me blank, I thought I was gonna cry. She's not my older sister. Cassie, it turns out he's a two-year-old boy who acts and wets his diaper as a baby. And no, I can't hit her personally, but if she doesn't get those shorts in the next ten seconds I'll refuse to change it. If she leaks, she'll be whipped when mom gets home and finds her. So, of course, I had to swallow my pride and take off my shorts. "That's a good baby," my sister fucked me. 'Now, did you bring me a fresh diaper?' I hung my head in shame 'No.' I'm moving. "Excuse my young lady I asked her a question," he demanded. "I didn't bring you a fresh diaper," I said more clearly. 'Well,' said 'I can't change you exactly if you don't bring me a fresh diaper. So I'll tell you what, you're gonna hold your older sister's hand, and Joan and Britney and I'm gonna go down to your nursery where you're gonna change your diaper and my friends can see what you're a big baby. "You take my pants off from me, made me walk in front of his friends downstairs and in my room, with my wet diaper in full view and in my nursery, changing a full table It was my 16th birthday present last month. "At the change table, Meghan ordered the girl. She was so humiliated. I got up at the change table and she was flooded, talking to her friends all the time, telling them about other times I had to change and wet or messed up that my diapers had been. Finally, he ended up and let me out of the table. Can I have my shorts back, please? I asked him. 'No, I don't think you need them.' she said 'Also, you have nothing to hide, we already know what you are a little diaper'. That was the most horrific experience of my whole life. I doubt he'll get better once he comes home. At least I have two weeks before I have to deal with it. Of course, Cassie. Jess said, change Cassie's handkerchief behind playful. Cassie said, "Hey, Cassie, guess what! Jess smiled. "What?" A hot stream of urine flooded Jess's diaper. Cassie threw her arms around her and dropped her own diaper. "It seems we have two little ones who need to be changed before lunch!" Kristen said, looking at the two girls and smiling a lot. Cassie and Jess smiled back. Chapter 23 "Ladies!" Kristen called as she walked to her group of little people gathered in the living room. "Hey, Kristen," Jess said: "Can you help us with something?" "Well, we're having trouble deciding what eligible to go this afternoon. "Well, just understand that you don't need to go all together. You could go in small groups or even individually and then if you wanted to at the end of the day you could compare notes." "Yes, that's true," Vanessa said. "Hmmm" Kristen said, referring to the timetable of the electives. "I see here that many of the things offered this week will also be offered next week at the same time, so if two things you want in the same slot, you can always choose one this week and go to the next week. But if you want my honest opinion, I see here that going up to two-tirty is Diapers and You: Cultivation of a Diamond Identity. I urge you all to go to that seminar. I hope you find that incorporating diapers in your everyday lifestyle, whether it's just diapers or diapers as part of a larger childhood lifestyle, will take some adjustment. Many of the other life-style complications are derived from the concept of identity formation, so I think it would be a good basis to build. Like many of the other seminars, you'll see overlap with diapers, but this can take a different approach. Anyway, I can't stress how important identity formation is. It's like you're about to get back in your teens and start building your identity again. It would be good to know where you fit into the larger scheme of girls who use diapers as soon as possible, because it is only once you have discovered and declared your own identity that you can have successful, healthy and satisfying relationships with other people. I'm going to get out of the soap box now and let everyone make a decision." I am definitely a game for that." Jess said "it's part of what I came here to do. "Yes, especially because there are so many different aspects under the umbrella of 'spending diapers'," Cassie said. The rest of the girls agreed that there was wisdom in Kristen's words, and about two and fifteen ten behind them were seen huddling towards Diapers and You. "Good afternoon, my name is Elizabeth Murphy, and this is the seminar on Diapers and You: The Cultivation of a Diamond Identity. I hope that the first day will go well for all of you so far and that you have already collected some information about Pampers and about wearing diapers as a teenager who did not know before. "The theory behind this seminar is that to relate to your family and boyfriends and to all those who come into contact from now on, you need to find out how the use of diapers relates to your identity as you have established it throughout your social development. Some of you may be particularly attracted to the feeling of using a diaper. Others may be attracted to the idea of diapers as a doorway to being a baby; a time during which you received the most attention and care. Others of you can enjoy the comfort of using your diapers, instead of finding or waiting online for a bath in a public place. So that is the first step: you should ask yourself what the drawing of the diapers is for each of you." Definitely the love and care I received as a baby." thought Jess. "It may be helpful to think of your diaper as a personality separate from your normal identity. Where the teen likes to go to the mall and talk on the phone, the baby who just wants to put in Mom's arms and nurse a bottle of hot milk. It is important to know this other identity. You spend time with her. You want to know everything about her. You want to know why she wears diapers, what she wants out of life, what she likes to have for breakfast, and so on. The more you know about your inner baby, the more you will be able to incorporate it into the identity you've already formed, it's a difficult task, but it's worth it. The first step is the knowledge that you like to use diapers and that there is nothing wrong with that. Once you accept diapers as part of who you are, there is no limit as to what you can do. For example, how many teenage babies do we have in the room? By teenager, of course, I mean teens who are interested in diapers as part of being a baby, who are also interested in bottles, drag and all baby? " An overwhelming number of girls raised their hands." Excellent, that's what we expected. Now, once you can say to yourself "I can wet or get into my diaper because I am a wet baby and babies or you stick in your diapers," and you are completely convinced of that, you will find much easier. Or, maybe you're trying to get over the shame. I'm a baby. It is perfectly natural for babies to walk around the house on a t-shirt and a diaper no matter who is around it, ergo is perfectly natural that I should turn around on a t-shirt and diaper and I don't care. Heaven is the limit; in reality, once you look at something you can do whatever you want. "Suppose, for example, you want your parents to turn you back into a baby and you're out in the mall with your mom and you wet your diaper. Your mom wants to take you to the ladies' room and change you in a cool diaper, but you feel humiliated that other people see you. That's because you're seeing him through the eyes of a teenager and not the girl you really are. When you change your perspective, you'll see there's nothing to be ashamed of. Having wet your diaper obviously you have shown that you belong to them, regardless of your age, it is natural that you should have someone to change them for you. So when you're lying somewhere having your changed diaper and someone comes in and sees you, you need to let go of the adult idea of humiliation. For a diaper baby, humiliation does not exist. They're not ashamed. "Or maybe shame is an important part for you. Maybe you a teenager who feels that you need to be put back in diapers as punishment for misconduct or bad grades. This isn't as weird as it can sound. Perhaps for you is the discipline of the diaper, which should not be confused with punishment. The word discipline means "teaching," the punishment is completely different. You may need that element to help you become a better person, a more successful person. " Regardless of what your goals are, once you define them, then you can begin to reach them. Part of that in this case is to find out what your diaper identity is and affirm it. Perhaps part of this is to say to yourself 'I'm going to use a diaper in the mall today and if someone hears it wrinkle, then fine!' "It doesn't matter what your goals are can be met. You can fully incorporate diapers into your life if you have determination and will. It requires some sacrifice and some things that may seem like failures and losses could result in net profits. "And it's perfectly fine to find out after trying something that wasn't all you thought it would be. Many people who enjoy using diapers dream of being treated like a baby by their parents. When they finally get it, they find out that it is completely harmful to themselves, their parents and their relationship. So it's better to start with small baby steps and work towards your bigger goals. And it looks like we're almost out of time. I'm sorry you came here waiting for me to tell you who you are or why you're the way you are. I can't do that. What I hope you take today is that once you sign your diaper clothes as part of what you are, you can open doors that will take you beyond your wildest dreams. It's not easy and takes a lot of strength, but it can happen. So I'd encourage you to take a notebook and write ideas about who your inner diaper is. How is it? Is that exactly like you, but with a diaper? Is your hair different? Did you look different? Do you act differently? Is it related to your parents differently than you? These are just some of the questions you should ask. And the answers to these questions will only lead to more questions, but it is through this process of continuous questioning that you will find out who you are. Thank you all for participating and enjoying the rest of the conference." Wide and completely blown eyes, Hanna, Vanessa and Jessica looked at each other. "Wow." was all Jess could say. Chapter 24 Do you need help? Elizabeth asked, walking in the building area that would end up being Jess's nurse. Yeah, Liz, would you mind keeping this firm wood so I can cut it? Mr. asked. Anderson. "It sounds like it, Dad." Elizabeth kept the beam in place under his foot and Mr. Anderson started cutting the piece he needed. "Thank you, honey. He said, handing him another piece to hold. Dad, can I ask you something? "Of course, honey, what is in your mind?" How do you feel about everything that has been going on around here lately? Mr. Anderson rolled up. I guess I haven't really thought much, actually. I mean, as long as it's not harmful, I don't necessarily have a problem with it. I'm not going to change your sister's diapers because I feel it's inappropriate for a father to change his 17-year-old daughter's diapers; there's plenty of space for sexuality to get involved in my own personal comfort. Your mother agrees with my views on that. Beyond that, I've been trying to keep your mother from losing it. I think it feels like it's done something wrong when Jessica was growing up. I think that's why he's been so tense lately. Jessica, regardless of actions or appearances, will be an adult in a few weeks. How she decides to live her life from that point of view is totally to her. As long as I'm not doing something potentially harmful, I think it's okay. If you decide that you want to be treated totally like a baby and never grow again, that might be a point to intervene, but if it helps you fill some kind of hole in your maturation and helps you become a better person, then I'm fine with it. "That's good to know. I definitely think Mom's going a lot on this. He put one of Jess's diapers in a gift bag the other day and gave it to me. He really scared me, to be perfectly honest. I'm 14 years old, I'm not really feeling all the wet and I'm getting myself. "Well, as I said, I think your mother has trouble dealing with this whole situation. I hope the diapers have some meaning for Jess and that's why he's been using them. However, what is significant for a person does not need to be meaningful to all others. So while for Jess it's diapers, if you were going through the same could be completely different. "Yes, I see where you come from. I'm a little nervous about Jess coming home. We all hope he comes back as a baby, but what if he doesn't? What if she's had everything and she's back ready to take on her adult responsibilities? "Well, your mother and I talked about it, and it's a very real possibility. I think your mother really expects her to come back as a baby; she's constantly talking about how things will be, and how we will deal with it and so on. Personally I hope Jess finds what he's looking for, somewhere or another. If she comes back and wants to be an adult, I think we can sell the furniture. There's always Ebay if the worst is worse. There should be people out there somewhere to buy it. I won't let Mom give Jess your room, don't worry. "Liz laughed. Thanks, Dad, I really appreciate it. She's really had me a little scared lately. Between threatening diapers and then offering me one I feel like I want you to use them. Don't discount that possibility. Somehow, the idea that your mother wants both babies back doesn't surprise me so much." Yeah. So what's left to do around the kids' room before Jess gets home? "Well, as you can probably say, right now I'm working on the rails for Jess' crib. After this they are cut they need to be sanded and the whole cradle needs to be put together. After that it will probably be the changing table." Mr. Anderson said to give Liz the plan to look. Wow that looks pretty cool, so there's the top and then the closet space underneath for their diapers and wipes and stuff. "That's the idea. It must seem pretty nice when it's done. I think your mother wants it to be made in pink or white, but I was thinking we could make the room in white and pink and put a pretty wooden stain on the furniture. The changing crib will be most of the work, I think. Your mother wants a high chair for the kitchen. Beyond that, it is to a great extent to decorate. I was thinking of pulling this carpet and putting a new one, but I decided against it, thinking two weeks wouldn't be long enough to do everything. I want the room to end when Jess gets back. I don't want him to come back without a room to stay because his old stuff is gone and the new room isn't made. "I can understand that. I'd feel the same way. Let me know what I can do to help. "Well, it's almost noon, I hope this crib will be made and ready to be painted tonight if you want to do that. Once the crib is made, I'll start the change table. Maybe you can get Mom to help you paint the crib, split the job a little." No, thanks, I could try to sleep on him or something. Mr. Anderson laughed. All right, all right. Please make sure to ask your mother what color she wants before you start. "I will. So, after the furniture is built and stained is to a great extent the decoration there, right? "Yes, I'm going to leave that to your mother though, I can't read her mind so I don't want to deal with her telling me I was wrong. I am so likely to keep me away from his way as you, Liz." It was Liz's turn to laugh. "Yes, he has been a bit crazy since all this began. I mean, yeah, okay, I'm glad I forced Jess to face this side of his personality, but it hasn't gotten exactly easy. It's like Mom's expecting a new baby. I'm surprised we didn't have a shower. " Well, Mom is waiting for a new baby, is that the one who is waiting will become eighteen soon. "Touche." "But seriously, once the room is made and decorated, the small details need some attention. Your mother will pick up the sheets for the crib, and she needs to decide what to do with Jess's old closet, but that depends to a large extent on what Jess decides when she gets home, and if she's gonna be an adult, a diaper-in-law adult, or a baby in diapers. Besides, we have to warm up the table and put a cell phone on the crib, little things like that. I forgot Jess's 18th birthday was in a couple of weeks. It's like a week after I get back. We're having a party, hope? "Somebody. That's another thing that depends on what Jess decides. So, yeah, in some way or another, we're gonna have a party for Jessica. It could be an 18-year-old birthday party or it could be like a baby shower that we didn't get to throw until after she was born. That's funny. But, especially with the way Mom's been acting, I can totally see her meaning. I guess I haven't really thought much about being an older sister when Jess comes back. It's enough trouble for Mom to stop getting into my bedroom and diaper myself before bed. Did you do that, Liz? "Well, not yet, but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if I was on your schedule for tonight. If I thought maybe I'd shock her back to reality, maybe I'd let her do it, but she'd go back and end up in diapers. And, like that wasn't bad enough, Mom would think she really wanted to use them. "But yes, I have the feeling that I will not know how it will be until Jess gets home. I mean, assuming Jess is a baby when she comes back." Do you really think that Jess will return as an adult? " Not really, no. I guess I don't. "Chapter 25"So what do you girls think of the conference so far?" Kristen asked at a meeting of the room on Wednesday right after lunch. "This is great," Jill said. "I never imagined there was so much to learn about diapers. I thought it was like you use them and use them and that's it. "Yes, I have definitely learned a lot that I did not expect to learn," Jess said. "And I hope to learn much more. "So, are you thinking of doing this an annual thing, Kristen? Cassandra asked. "I was at a staff meeting last night" Kristen responded "and definitely mentioned. They asked us for our contribution, and an overwhelming number of staff showed interest in doing this an annual thing. I'd like to see what happens. One thing they also talked about was a similar thing for the kids. Pampers still doesn't have a product like the Princess for children, but I've heard that one is currently being developed. So it's a possibility. If you want to see this type of thing done again, you should definitely mention it at the end of the conference assessment forms. Besides, if something like this keeps up again, last night there were conversations about asking you all as staff members. " Does that mean we should wear training pants? Hannah asked with wonder. Everyone laughed. Who knows? Maybe if this conference is held again, staff could use diapers at all times. It can be easier, honestly. They were wearing diapers like I told you during the five weeks of training, so they gave us training pants in case of accidents. But an accident in the training pants is not basically different than doing your business on purpose in your diapers. So maybe something could be solved. "That would be great." Jill said. "So what is everyone doing this afternoon?" I am going to 'Overcoming Embarrasment.'" Jess said. I was looking at that, too, Jess. Cassie said. "It sounds good, I'm in. And you, Vanessa? Hannah asked. Sure, why not? I remember how mortified he was in the idea of walking around the conference on just a t-shirt and a good thick diaper. Honestly, I'm still a little weird about it, but then I see all the girls dressed the same way and I feel a little better." Vanessa said. Getting laid early, the four girls stopped to get an ice cream. Jessica, you heard someone say about 10 feet away. Jessica turned around. It's you! Looks like we didn't get to that seminary of shame by quickly overcoming." Hannah rolled up. Jessica stayed silly, mouth agape, looking at her cousin Missy."Missy, uh......, hello. I didn't expect to see you here. Let me introduce my friends. Hannah Davenport, Cassandra Kelly, Vanessa Newman and Jill Stevenson, this is my cousin, Missy Hoskins. Nice to meet you all" Missy extended handshakes excited to each of the girls in turn. "I like it" The girls were entertaining. So, Missy, is he headed anywhere? Cassie asked. "I was thinking of that seminary of shame," Missy replied." That's where we're headed, why don't you come with us? "Sure, that would be great. So, Jess, I don't want to embarrass you. I hope I didn't. I didn't expect to see anyone I knew here. At least we're on the same foot. It would be a bit mortifying if you were in the staff and found out I was in diapers again. Having recovered his composure, Jess joined the conversation. "Yes, luck to you I am not. So, I'm glad we can at least keep the secrets of each other. I feel bad, here you are, my cousin, and I don't even know you that well. Somehow, at least in the light of recent events, I feel I should do it. "Well, we can hang out this next and a half week if you really feel like you want. If not, I totally understand. I mean, I'm fourteen; you're seventeen. Every time there was a family meeting, I'd like to hang out with Liz because we're the same age. "Yes, right. Liz. I wonder how he's getting along at home. Mom offered her diapers on the trip, more than once in reality. I wonder if she's ready to be my older sister when she gets back. "In fact, when I saw you, I was surprised not to see her." "Somehow, it's the best. She's the reason I'm actually here. She got me into the contest because I had been in a binge cycle and diaper purge and was really not working too well for me. In fact, the night the letter came I turned around and ended up wetting my pants. Talk about the need to overcome shame. Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking you?" Well, I chose some diapers while taking care of my baby and my parents caught me using them. That was three weeks before the contest was announced. They put me back in diapers and when they found out about the conference they made me in. I don't know what they expected to accomplish, actually. It's not like I'm wearing diapers and the rest of you are not. So it's kind of a vacation in a way. That Cultivation of a Diaperated Identity the other day was really helpful. I mean, he didn't tell me who I am, but if I go home and tell them I want to use diapers because it's part of what I am and they say 'Well, well! You're back in diapers forever! I can't complain exactly, can I? So I hope to be able to work through some of the questions that the session presented and begin to find out where the diapers enter my self-concept. That and the idea of being crowned Princess Bitches sounds good. "Jess laughed sincerely. Good for you! Your friends agreed. "I'm trying to figure out where this mess fits. And yes, I don't think there's a girl here who cares about the supply of life or the crown or the modeling contract." Certainly not me. Cassandra said, hitting a pose. What do you think? In my mouth or hands on my hips? "Come on, ladies, we don't want to be late for this session. It can make or break our diaper careers. How do you expect to model if you can't manage to be seen in a public diaper?" Hannah stepped in. Wow, I guess you're right. Come on." Jess said. That includes you, Missy. She kicked Missy and put her arm around her shoulder. "From now on, you are with us." Chapter 26 "You will never guess who I met while I was at Baby Depot this afternoon while I pick up some things for the kids room," said Ms. Anderson to her husband and Liz who sat down for a delicious spaghetti and meatball dinner. "Who, Mom?" Liz asked. John and Ashley Roberts. Apparently, they're back from their vacation. They asked after you and Jess. And what did you say about Jess? "Well, I told them the truth, naturally. I mean, honestly, she was sneaking out Amanda's diapers, they have a right to know that something was done about it. And, since Jess will no longer be adequate to take care of Amanda, I felt twice justified in explaining to them what has happened in the last few weeks since they've left. "And how did they take the news? "Well, they didn't necessarily feel that Jess should be punished for what he had done, but he was happy to hear that she will have the opportunity to find out things for herself. They asked if you'd be prepared to take care of Amanda, Liz, and I told them I'd mention it. Please think and let them know. "Yes, although I could have my hands tied here, what with the new baby on the way and everything." Speaking of the new baby, Jennie" Mr. Anderson addressed his wife, "do you have any idea what you want to do about your next birthday?" Well, Chris, I thought about it. I was talking to my sister Nicole, and it happens that Missy is at that conference with Jess. I wonder if they've run or not, among them. " Very funny, Mom. Missy is there too?" Liz asked. I would never have guessed. So, until I caught her wearing them, I wouldn't have guessed about Jessica either. "Well, it's slightly different with Missy. According to Aunt Nicole, Missy was caught sneaking diapers, and that's why she's being punished. "A punishment," Liz rolled out, "from the look of that pamphlet, Aunt Nicole sent Missy on a lifetime vacation, if the diapers are really her thing. I wonder if she's ready for what will happen when Missy comes back and is wetting and playing and talking babytalk. "Poetic justice, I suppose, but I seriously think we could invite Nicole and Steven and Missy. Beyond that, I have no idea who would be comfortable seeing Jess in diapers. I'm gonna invite the Roberts and Amanda, and maybe some of Jess's new friends will want to come. "Well, that will make a short line for the bathroom at least. But, please, can't I be the designated diaper changer? " We wouldn't do that to you, Liz," his father said. "As one of the few adults of the party, you can participate in adult activities. "Thank you, Dad. "You're welcome, honey." But the offer I made to you is still on the table if you change your mind," Jennie said. Noting the lack of teasing or jokes in her mother's tone, Liz answered maturely, "Yes, Mom, thank you. I'll make sure I let you know if I want you to give me diapers back. In the meantime, I think I'm gonna keep my panties. "Really, Lizzy, you make it sound like you're wearing a diaper for a second after you're trained for the bathroom means giving up the panties for the rest of your life. If you think I want Jess to be in diapers and act like a baby until I'm thirty, you have something else coming. I know it doesn't look like I'm getting ready for Jess's arrival as if I was expecting a newborn, but I honestly hope this is just a phase that she's going through. If he comes back and chooses diapers and a baby's life, he'll get it. And like a real child, when you show signs of being ready for toilet training and other things of big girls, you will be allowed to grow again. I hope it's forever. All I'm trying to say is that if you find at the party that you have problems matching what the adults are there and feeling like a diaper might help you fit better with the kids, you can probably use one." I really think you want me back in diapers, and I'm not sure that I think you expect me to be "just a phase" with Jess. I think you're happy to have one of your babies back and love the other again, too. "What are you saying, Elizabeth?" I'm saying if I want a diaper, I'll probably let you know," Elizabeth said while she got up from the table and walked into her room. Close the door behind her, Liz went straight to her dressing room where she had stabbed her diaper given to her by the Pant representative the day she entered Jess in that contest. 'It's really amazing,' said Liz, "how such an inconsequent thing can have such an impact on the course of events. Why is it affecting me? Why does it have to be such a production? "Lying down, Liz closed her eyes while trying to calm her thoughts. Still, she couldn't find out why an inanimate object had caused so many problems. All he did was get Jess into a contest. Why was it so important? If Jess was a strenuous underwearer and one day he decided to wear a thong, no one would make a shock about it. Right, changing underwear to a thong wouldn't exactly make you decide to stop using the toilet and use your pants instead. Or at least, Liz would expect not. Why all this about a diaper? Shouldn't one be able to choose? Just as a girl can wear briefs one day and a thong the next, why shouldn't she be able to use a diaper the day after that? What was the problem? This disorder of thoughts gave way to heaviness on her eyelids and soon, Liz healed in the fetal position in her bed, and quickly slept. The energy could be cut with a knife that was as dense as a hundred girls entered the huge conference room on that beautiful Friday afternoon so some girls considered to be the highlight of the conference: Modeling on the diapers. Sit in their seats, each girl found before her a folder containing sample photos and commercial video scripts from the portfolios of various different models, along with a layout for the presentation and a modeling version form. "This is going to be awesome!" Jasmine exclaimed. Imagine, we could be in commercials! "Good afternoon, My name is Amanda Jameson, and I will be her instructor and coach for this session," said the vibrant twenty-four-year-old woman at the front of the room. "As all of you are hopefully aware, this course will meet today, as well as Monday. "Today, in this three-hour session, we will cover the foundations of the diaper modeling that you should know to succeed. We will talk about two models in terms of two different media: TV ads and magazines. Using Pampers' advertising philosophy, we will focus on your target group for three different products on the Pampers Princess line: Pampers Princess Ultra-thin, Pampers Princess ultra-thick, and Pampers Princess Sport. The target group, as can be evident, is that young women are about 13 to 21 years old. A small proportion of the initiative, Princess Pampers' ultra-tick product, is specifically aimed at teenage girls who already like to use diapers and who want a more childish feel through a thicker diaper and a name they trust. Pampers Princess Sport diapers are being marketed mainly for girls who already have diapers or are starting. Most of these ads, however, are aimed at young women who do not use diapers, but who we feel could benefit from them. "This is very serious," Jessica whispered to Hannah, who was sitting next to her. "Yes, don't joke; here I thought we'd just smile for the camera and go on our happy path," Hannah whispered. "During the weekend," continued Ms. Jameson, "you are invited to have practical experience with diaper modeling. You can register for slots up to six hours with one of the fifty photographers who have provided their services for the conference. Each has been well trained in the subtle art of diaper photography; you can be sure that you will see your best while using the Princess of Pampers. We have also furnished twenty-five rooms like nurseries and twenty-five rooms to be more teen-mira, so you must have a wide opportunity to do as many different shots as you would like during your slot time. We can also arrange some shots outside, allowing time. "You can also choose from a huge variety of costumes and costumes we have purchased from a local costume shop. To overcome that, we have several beauticians able to give you only about any aspect you can imagine. Please start thinking about what type of modeling you would like to do during this session while talking about different ideas and I will have a published log sheet while you leave so you can sign up for a while and undo some concept ideas. "One thing you want to think about is what means you want to model. We have both videos and still modeled available. You can certainly do both. In fact, we would probably encourage you to do both, because it gives you a sense of how they are different and, if you consider a career as a model, it is important to be able to both forms of modeling. There are sample scripts at the back of your package, and you can create your own. They are not very complex, but rather straight, and to the point affirms that our diaper allows this person to do this as never before, or something like that. "All that he said, let's get some paperwork out of the way before we get to business. In the folder on your desktops you will find a model release form. Basically what this says, as you can read for yourself, is that any and all photos taken from you during the session become Pampers property and can be used for the marketing of the products presented. You will be provided with copies of your work for your own use, but the copyright of the photos belong to Pampers. If you don't sign this form, unfortunately, we won't be able to photograph you. If you do not wish to be photographed, you may still attend this session and get conference credit for it, but may not participate in the actual shot. Therefore, those of you who are willing to allow the Pampers to use their photos, please read through the agreement and then sign and date on the line for the "x." So, if you will kindly pass the signed forms to your left, we will follow this presentation. " The total silence when each girl read about the contract suddenly broke as a spring torrent with the pen cacophony hitting paper. The signed agreements were approved until the end of the row. "Now, as I'm sure everyone has had enough of my voice, I'm going to show you prototype video ads for each of the three products we're currently working on, Princess, ultrafine, Princess ultra-thin, and Princess Sport. Mrs. Jameson made a light switch and two-thirds of the room lights turned off. On the video screen, the Pampers Princess logo faded. When she vanished, a woman appeared in her midst. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth Strix, and I'm seventeen. This past Halloween, I decided I was gonna go treat like a baby. A week earlier, Mom helped me find an old pacifier and a bib that was lying around the house since my younger sister was a baby, and I sewed a bonnet. It was nice, but I felt something was missing. Finally, Halloween came and, since I couldn't put my finger on what made my suit incomplete, I resigned to wear my bonnet and my bib with a couple of generals I found. That was, at least, until Mom came from work. You will not leave the house like this, young lady,' she said on the cross.' But why not? I asked: "I thought we agreed that I could go like a baby!" "We did it," she said, "and you can, but not unless you're using one of these," she said, taking me the Ultra-Thick Pampers Princess package. Of course! So mom helped me get into the ultra-tick diaper and soft. It felt so good!'There, now you're ready for the trick or treatment. You look like and you feel like a baby, which is what you want," said Mom, 'you can be out for a long time and you don't need a break for the bathroom, and I don't have to worry about you getting away, because Pampers Princess Ultra-Thick are superabsorbents with new and improved bodyguards, what I want, because the new ones are the new ones. Thank you, Mommy, and thank you, Pants! As you can see," began Ms. Jameson, "this ad is a mix between a girl who already uses diapers and another one who doesn't, because we can't tell what the Elizabeth girl is. What she tells us, however, is that her Pampers complete her baby suit by looking at her and feel like a baby because they are thick and soft. And her mother tells us that she doesn't have to worry about the leaks anymore. "Now let's take a look at a different strategy. This next announcement is for Princess Sport. These ads point to teenagers for whom diapers can do more enjoyable sports. This particular ad features a girl who already wears diapers, as you will see." A new logo of Pampers Princess Sport, flashed on the screen; when it faded, the camera focused on two girls standing on the opposite sides of a tennis net, rackets on the hand. "Lauren," the girl asked on the left, "How come every time we play tennis you never need a break in the bathroom? I feel like every twenty minutes or so I need to pee and you never seem to use the bathroom!'" Oh Amanda, the answer is simple: Pampers Princess Sport," Lauren smiled. "'Pampers? You mean diapers?'" Amanda asked disconcertedly, "Are you not a little old for diapers?" 'These are not just diapers, Amanda' said Lauren, raising the back of her skirt to show Amanda her diaper, "these are Pampers Princess Sport, a diaper designed only for young women active as we love our game and hate to interrupt it for something as mundane as the bathroom. A new design with a breathable but leakproof shell, Princess Sport's diapers allow your skin to breathe, thus avoiding the possibilities of an eruption, all the time doing exactly what a diaper is supposed to do. And, the best thing is, I just know that I'm using it feels so soft. Wow, Lauren, I had no idea! Do you have an extra I could try for the next set? Of course I do, Amanda! The current scene faded and the image of the end of the current set faded. "Punto Match!" Amanda called, holding the ball against racket and preparing to serve. She threw the ball into the air and executed a beautiful overhand service that Lauren was not quick enough to make the return. "Wow, Amanda, that's the best I've ever seen you play!" Lauren said. "Yes, I guess I just needed a little extra support. Thank you. Pampers!" On the screen a picture of a Pampers Princess Sport package faded, under which the words "Pampers: Improve the game of young women since they were born, simply. "Here you can see," said Ms. Jameson, "Pampers is trying to sell diapers to young athletes as a method to improve their game, as the announcement clearly indicates. You can also see two friends, Lauren, who wears diapers, and Amanda who, at first, doesn't. The announcement states that it is not only good for teenagers to use diapers, but it can be an improvement in their lives. So these are the kinds of things we're looking for in our advertising campaigns, and also the things you'll see in the sample scripts provided in your packages. "Many of the printed ads you see in your packages are still ads from magazines taken directly from the video ads you see. Studies show that our target audience will be better reached through television than through printed ads, but both are necessary because we don't want to leave an uncovered front. However, a lot of the work you will continue to do will be derived from the videos. One reason for this is that it will save you time. You will still be able to make the photograph in the same costumes of your videos. It also allows us to basically reuse the ads in a new medium. This next announcement we're going to see is also for Princess Sport, but it comes to the product from a different angle, pointing to girls who already have princess diapers. "Hello, my name is Heather Wakefield," said a tall, slender, brown-haired woman attracting a chair, wearing a Pampers Princess t-shirt and a diaper. "Being a teenager is a very hard job. As if that wasn't enough stress, I'm the captain of my cheerleader and class president team too! There's a lot of maintenance. I feel like I'm constantly checking my makeup, trying to keep up with the latest fashions. Luckily, one thing is constant in my life, and that's the comfort and protection I've come to count on from the brand-name diapers of Pampers Princess. Whether I'm using the Ultra-Thick because my inner baby feels needy or the Ultra-Thin because I'm trying to be an adult but still needs some protection, Pampers Princess takes good care of me. And now they've introduced Pampers Princess Sport for the active girl. I will no longer have to wear panties to cheer up the practice or a game and worry about having an accident, because Pampers Princess Sport's diapers have a breathable fabric that will allow fresh air without letting the humidity run, without sacrificing its capacity. I take my Pampers Princess Sport to cheer up or any other training because I know I can push myself as hard as I want, Pampers Princess Sport are designed to help prevent a diaper rash. So if you want to feel more like a baby or get more out of your game, pick up a pack of Pampers Princess today and focus on the most important things in life." "Now that we've talked about the three different advertising campaigns and we've seen three different examples of ads in each category, I want you to get into small groups and start creating ideas about what you could do to make your unique ads. You should start by selecting your target demography, which should include at least age group, and can be expanded to include certain activities. Then you should think about how big your ad will be. The ads you have seen so far have presented one and two girls, but the cast can be bigger; just make sure to differentiate between the "star" of the ad and the "senmble" of the ad. So, I'd like to take the next half hour and have to start making the brainstorm. As long as you're breaking into groups, I'm going to pass paper and pen. I'll also put a list of suits available, for those interested, on the board. "Oh my God! This is going to be the best of ever!" said Jessica, eager to begin. Re: diapers for jessica Vale - this does not seem like an end, but it is the end of what they sent me and it can be all that was written to him. Thanks to Baby Chris, who sent it to me for publishing. Re: the diapers for Jessicathere was a second Jesuit story won the modeling contract to be the princess of the mimos of what I rememberRe: diapers for jessicabshn is that you know where the rest of this story is or someone else knows because it lets you hang. Does elizabeth (liz) eventually decide to use diapers? Does Jessica come back as an adult or baby? If liz decides to be a baby, how does that affect the family relationship? Questions I asked when the story ended. Also where the baby found this story in just curiousRe: diapers for jessica I know it is a strange moment to get to this, but I have the following 8 chapters somewhere in floppy, it was actually a story so that several people wrote, I added something when I was in progress I can send them to Kita once I find out where they are Re: diapers for jessicawell only 1 problem :-[ ... I have about 1000 discs or as floppy and my current PC doesn't have a drive. It may take a week to find it but I have the rest of this somewhere :-[Re: jessica diapers When you find them, you don't have to send them to me. You can publish them here yourself... Re: diapers for jessicaokay so after a long time I am finally back. Because of some issues I was dealing with, I sadly lost the remaining pair of chapters in history, when I had them and was working on publishing them, The story had only 29 chapters. I am so sorry, but the end was recovered, joined in random word scribbles, so I put the final part, I apologize :'("Two weeks later Jess came home and a great party was a throne for her. Jess, your diaper's soaked and lets you change. I will, Mom said Elizabeth thanks you for my love, said Mrs. Anderson. Thanks the great sis Jessica told Elizabeth that there is no problem lil sis.Re: diapers for Jessicababyw Did she win the competition in what she found in history? Re: the jessicai diapers have seen the whole story somewhere I can't remeber but there's more of it out there just have to look if someone wants to know the end just ask meRe: jessica diapers I've seen the whole story somewhere I can't remember but there's more of that out there you just have to look if someone wants to know the end just asks me I've seen the whole story somewhere I can't remember but there's more of that out there you just have to look if someone wants to know the end just asks me. Can you tell me how the story ends? I've looked everywhere and this is the only place that has more chapters on it. Please and thank you ElfenLiedRe: diapers for jessicaput it shortly from the version I read(still cant find it looking more still) both sister end up in diapers, and there mama is happy as can be that she has both her baby back but they want some rules so she doest go overbored but have a fairly normal lifeRe: diapers for jessicaif u find it

Enter Back to the nursery For , May 3, 2016 in Recommended posts 1,966 Another story entrusted to me had good fun writing and the client was happy with what they received that is the main thing! This will be published in 3-4 parts. Please comment on what you want, otherwise and any suggestions or any other comments you may have If you want a commission to send me a message. I'm open to many ideas and we can discuss them without the obligation to buy if you decide you don't want to. -... Back to daycare Mom, this is so stupid. Chris said while sitting in his car seat. He was currently sitting in the passenger seat with his arms bent before him. He was dazzling as he and his mother drove along the way to the building where his aunt worked. Chris sighed, rested his head in the side window and looked out of it with a forlorn expression, the kind of expression that only an 18-year-old crazy kid in the world could do. It's not stupid, Chris. Allison, Chris' mother, replied: "You got yourself fired from your work... Again. So you need another one, and your aunt Diane has allowed you to help her until you find new work. " Chris let out an upset snoring. He had left school as soon as possible, had never been especially good academically and had hated him being forced to go to school every day. Unfortunately, as Chris found out, leaving school only meant he had to find a job and it wasn't better at that than he was at school. He had bounced around a few part-time jobs but never lasted anywhere for more than a few months. Finally, after losing his last job of being late, his mother had decided enough and decided to work with her aunt. But a day of care? I hate children..." Chris said with a fight. It will be good for you. You can learn some responsibility." Allison responded as he drove the car around a corner and the day of care went out at the end of the road. Diane had worked for quite some time at the nursery, enough to be promoted to manager and had the ability to hire volunteers. Chris never cared much about what his aunt did and tended to tune when he was talking, so he didn't know much about her. She was her mother's sister, she was tall and had long black hair, many metrics that would be considered attractive but in what Chris knew she had never been in a serious relationship. Chris yawned while they got into the day care parking lot. Looking at his watch he saw it was still only 8 a.m., too soon to wake up, Chris thought. But he had to be there early for the reasons for the mourning that his mother had to get to work after letting him go and the children themselves would be abandoned soon too. When the car stopped, Chris opened the door and walked out while he was walking the building in front of him. It was his first visit since he himself had been like a baby, the building was much as he remembered, a large central hall with a small playing field next to it. The building was beginning to show signs of its age with paint peeling and a little oxidation appearing in the metallurgy. Chris followed his mother to the building and through a door on the inside marked "Staff Only. " Ally! Good to see you. My aunt got up from the couch she was sitting on while reading the paper and ran to give Mom a hug. Hello, Di. Mom responded with a smile, "Thank you so much for doing this. " My pleasure! Sit down, you have time to have a cup of coffee before you leave, right? Diane asked when she rushed to the part of the staff room kitchen. Oh, I should think about it. Mom said while she sat on the couch and said Chris should do the same. Mom and Diane exchanged little chats while Chris slowly left. It was an early start and Chris had stayed up late the night before, as always, what had left him feeling a little private sleep. He decided to close his eyes for a few moments while he still had the opportunity. Diane turned out of the kitchen while she talked to Allison and saw that Chris had closed his eyes. Without a moment of hesitation he pulled one of the drawers and quickly grabbed an aluminum foil of pills, pulling out two of the pills and dropping them into one of the three cups of coffee. They started to dissolve as soon as they hit the hot liquid and Diane helped the process along with a strong stir. She smiled bad as she looked at the last of the pills disappear. Picking up the three cups of coffee took them to the couch and put them on the table. She sat in a chair across the table and looked as Chris moved from his sleep. Isn't he a person in the morning? Drinking this will help you wake up. Diane said with a smile. Chris yawned and threw the cup at him before he drank it all in one time. I had a little strange taste but it was definitely coffee and Chris felt a little more awake after draining the cup. When Chris came down, he heard a door opening and closing before a fourth person entered the room. Chris's mouth opened as a beautiful young woman entered the room, quickly realized that she was looking out and closed her mouth waiting for anyone to notice her reaction. Hi, Chloe. Diane said that while she stood up to clean the cups, "This is Chris, he will help us for a while. " Diane checked her watch. Children must arrive soon and the laxative high-power and long-lasting pills Diane had fed Chris should also be having effect in a short time. Diane smiled another evil smile while placing the cups in the sink and lit the tap. Diane knew that many would think it was cruel to feed someone without suspecting some laxative pills but Diane believed in this case that he deserved it. He remembered every night that he had received calls from his sister who was in tears of frustration and cared about how Chris had ruined school or work and was home after being suspended or fired. He had a plan designed to humiliate Chris and change who he was. Meanwhile, Chloe had walked to the couch and sat next to Chris. He leaned to get a bottle of orange juice out of his bag. When she leans forward Chris noticed his perfume, a wonderful smell that Chloe seemed to make even more attractive to him. I couldn't believe that such a pretty girl was working here, I just expected it wasn't too obvious how she came in for her beauty. "Gah, Monday mornings suck!" Chloe told herself while she sat with her drink. Tell me. Chris answered while he was yawning again and smiled, "It's good to meet you. " You too. Chloe responded with a little smile. Maybe it was just Chris' imagination, but he thought he was as interested in him as he was in it. Well... I'd better go. You need to go if I want to work on time, you'll tell me if there's a problem, right, sister? Chris' mother said that while she was up and picking up her bags. "Of course, don't worry about it, I'm sure Chris will have an interesting day." Diane said with a smile. Chris' mother and aunt hugged, then his mother kissed her forehead and quickly left. Almost as soon as the door closed Chris heard the front door open again. Chloe stood up and rushed out of the room, obviously the first children had begun to arrive. Come on, Chris. Enter the main room with me and I will show you the ropes." Diane said when she ran away. Renunciation Chris stood up to follow her but as soon as she stood and went to take her first step she felt her belly resonating ominously. He assumed that he was only hungry and ignored it while he followed his aunt outside the rest room and in the main hall. He had been listening to the voices and steps of the children who were heading to the hallway and now when he entered the main hall he himself saw the whole child running and playing with the toys that were already spread on the floor. Chris shook, wasn't a kid's fan, hated the way they were so full of energy and they constantly needed attention and stimulation. The children seemed to vary in the age of some who had just started walking with others who were going to start school soon, there were about twenty children in total, twenty screaming, brats that Chris would have to be around all day. Chris looked around the room and took it around. On the one hand he saw a door leading to the outside and the playing field. Next to the door and stacked in the corner there were a lot of folded beds, obviously they were taken out for nap, Chris noticed that some had sides that he supposed to be for younger children. The walls spread with the "art" that the children had drawn, most of them were barely comprehensible scribbles. On the wall opposite the door to the playing field there was another door with a poster hanging on it that said "potty" that was quite self-explanatory to Chris. Next to the door on the corner there was a long table with shelves underneath that were filled with supplies that Chris recognized as changes in the diaper. He cut his face a little bit by thinking he was asked to change his diapers, in no way he wanted something with them. The rest of the room was taken mainly with toys. There were also some children's books, but above all it was empty space that children were loading around like headless hens. "Then Chris..." Diane said while walking alongside Chris, "What we need you to do is help organize things. Nothing too difficult, it only brings order to chaos. We're gonna send the kids out in a minute as it's such a nice day, let them get away, when that happens, basically you'll just have to make sure the kids are safe, okay? " Chris nodded, felt another rumor in his stomach and was trying to figure out if it was because he was hungry or something more sinister. When Diane started meeting the kids for the Chloe box, she joined Chris. "So how did he deceive you in this?" Chloe asked for silence with a sly smile. Chris wondered if he should pretend he was excited to help this girl be interested before deciding that honesty was probably the best policy. That's my aunt. Chris responded by pointing out to Diane, "I am among the jobs right now so my aunt decided that I could help here. " So you don't want to be here? Chloe asked. "To be honest is not really my thing." Chris admitted, "But at least it will look good on a CV and judge for these kids, if I can deal with this I can deal with anything!" Chloe laughed and put her hand on Chris' shoulder. Chris smiled too, he certainly wasn't going to complain in contact, he was getting more and more sure this girl was in it! The kids were now starting to get out of the door with Diane, leading them to the pasture area. She looked at Chris and Chloe and told them to follow her out. "You will do well, remember first the security and if you are not sure something comes and will ask me or your aunt." Chloe took her hand off Chris' shoulder and said she should follow her outside. The warm sunlight hit Chris as soon as he got out, it was a beautiful day and the kids were already running around screaming. Looking into his eyes, he saw his aunt warning him. He walked while his eyes slowly adjusted to the bright environment. "Do I need you on the far side of the field for the OK fence? I need you to make sure no child crosses the line and gets too close to it." Diane instructed. Okay. Chris said. Without waiting for it to be said that he clung to the far side of the field and walked away against the fence looking at the children running around. It was a fairly large field for the number of children running around and it was rare for a child to even get close to the line and much less cross it. A few minutes passed and Chris was beginning to think this was useless. None of the children approached the fence and basically was in the middle of a field in the burning sun for no reason. This became even more irritating when he looked at his aunt and Chloe to see that they had a wide tone to be under any side of the field. I was just beginning to wonder if there was any point to be out there when suddenly he felt a very strong cramp hit him, Chris doubled and grabbed his stomach. After a few seconds the pain stopped and stood up again. Diane was under a tree on the side of the field, very close to the entrance to day care. As I looked and saw the young man bending over it, he smiled. The show was about to start, thought bad. Chris still felt bad; the pain had left him but he felt an urgent need for the bathroom, an impulse that was strong and not weakened. Chris started walking through the field, tried to run, but his need to embrace him was forcing him on a half-way awkward, halfway. I could see the children look up at him strangely as he shaved with them and knew it should seem very strange. None of that mattered, all that mattered was getting to the bathroom. As Chris passed through the Chloe door, with a worried look on his face, he started moving toward the door herself to see what was wrong. She stopped on her tracks when she looked at Diane who moved to keep her children while she was back. Chris was reaching the critical point; now he could barely move forward. He fell to his hands and knees and began to crawl into the promised land that was the bathroom. Another sudden impulse forced him to put one of his hands on his ass while trying to keep it together, the hot day sweat was now mixed by the sweat of effort to keep everything in. Suddenly Chris experienced an even stronger cramp, a cramp that pointed out that his body was no longer waiting. Oh no. Chris murmured as he felt his body surrendered and unable to stop him from the hot mess his body had been holding on the doors. Chris couldn't believe what happened, but despite all this wasn't a disaster. Chris fucked his pants, but it was just a little. Despite all the cramps just a little bit out. You should be able to clean up, find a place to dispose of your underwear and no one will be wiser. I certainly couldn't admit what just happened. What's going on? A different voice came after Chris. Chris's heart stopped as he looked around and saw his aunt standing at the entrance. Have you seen everything? "Nothing..." Chris said wrong. Nothing? Don't you think that after working on this day I've been taking care of for so many years that I don't recognize that position? Diane said that while she strangled in the room and directly to Chris who was still on her knees. Chris got paralyzed in the place while his aunt crawled to him. He saw with horror as he doubted that his aunt stood up and felt the seat of his pants. She pushed her palm against the disaster that Chris had done and felt that it was spreading with the pressure covering new parts of her body and making a relatively rescuing situation in a much worse situation. "Diane, please don't tell anyone, I don't know what happened! He just came suddenly!" Chris begged his aunt to continue to sound the low reaches of his body and evaluate the damage that Chris' accident had caused. You think I'd tell someone? Diane asked in mock surprise, "It will be our little secret. But you'll have to do something... " What do I have to do? Chris asked with hesitation. Well... We have rules here. If one of the kids has an accident in their pants, then they have to use... Protective inner clothing." Diane casually said how she helped Chris at her feet, "I mean, we don't have spare underwear here, so you really don't have a choice. " Chris didn't answer as they helped him at his feet by his aunt and ginger followed him to the corner of the room, if this was the only choice he had then it was useless to complain about it. He thought they were headed to the toilets, but at the last minute his aunt led him to the change table. "Come on... can I clean up, in private?" Chris asked what his aunt was suggesting. The kids will be back soon. Diane looked at her watch, "about five minutes from now, actually. You can get on the table and take care of this or you're still late and you're changing at the table anyway, this time there's only a lot of curious kids here. " Chris hesitated. You'd rather Chloe come in and do this? Diane asked since Chris seemed to be in love with her. Chris bit his lip, knew he didn't want the second option to happen, but the idea of being cleaned by his aunt at a changing table for young children was not a pleasant thought. However, with not many options, Chris went up to the table and got on. Even though this table was meant for children, it was still big enough for Chris to lie on it relatively comfortably. A part of Chris who wasn't distracted by this horrible situation wondered why the table was so big. Without wasting at any time Diane, who had pulled some disposable gloves, pulled Chris's pants out and just as Chris wondered how she was going to pull her underwear without making a big mess Diane took a couple of scissors and cut her sides off her and-fronts. Chris was a little surprised at the beginning, but soon he realized he would never want to use these again so cutting them was not too bad. Chris just looked at the roof and wants all of this to rush and finish. He put on a deep red tone when he felt his aunt lowering the front of the cut underwear and exposing it. Without a word he took Chris' legs and raised them on his head and started taking some cold wet wipes to the mess that was stuck to Chris' bottom. "Don't be embarrassed that I've done this to many people before. Although they're not usually that big!" Diane joked while cleaning the relatively small disaster. Diane was happy to see that she hadn't come out much because she knew that the laxatives that Chris had given before were far from working her magic. Chris begged all of God to think that none of the children came in right now, and he was especially interested in Chloe not coming in to see him like that. When, after what she felt like an age, her aunt had finished cleaning it, she instructed her to leave the table and stand up. When she did, she saw Diane holding a couple of stripes. Chris didn't hesitate, even using the strip right now, it would be better than being naked in front of his aunt. He took the shred and got into them, pulling them until they stick around their waist. For a minute Chris wondered why this day the care had raised large enough to adapt to him, but he was grateful that they were there. Diane gave Chris a pair of shorts as well, his pants had been dirty by the accident and Diane had packed them with her underwear ready to throw. Chris got into his shorts and pulled them out. He was really very happy with them, they went down to their knees and it was not at all obvious what he was wearing under them. Like her aunt left the room to get rid of her dirty clothes to the trash, Chloe came back with the horde of children who immediately started running around the room again. Chloe approached Chris directly with a confusing look on his face. What happened to you? He asked to notice the change of clothes. "Oh, erm, I didn't feel well. I had to run to use the bathroom." Chris said he explained his sudden disappearance of the field, "Oh and I changed this because... It's so hot, I wanted something that didn't warm me up so much!" Chloe looked at him a little suspiciously, but nodded his head and rounded up the kids for some organized games. Chris sighed in relief that he had managed to hide his embarrassing Chloe accident, but when he thought it was clear he felt a little cramp hit him again. 47 MOOOOAAARRRRRRAR 59 Fulfillment of a sadistic dominant woman's dream: 54 Another great story Thank you. Elfy 13 Great story thanks Elfy! 0 Yeah. 12 This is amazing! 797 13 hours ago, Elfy said: Please comment on what you want, otherwise and any suggestions or any other comments you may have Please comment on what you want, otherwise and any suggestions or any other comments you may have Well, you asked me, so I'm gonna say... I stopped reading here: Diane turned out of the kitchen while she talked to Allison and saw that Chris had closed his eyes. Without a moment 271 Excellent intro! 1,966 Deus ex machina: an unexpected power or an event that saves an apparently hopeless situation, especially as a contiguous plot device in a game or novel. There's nothing in that phrase that saves the day or that you're too sad about having some pills in a kitchen drawer... That's where I keep mine. You could argue that it is lazy because I didn't specifically explain why they were there, but at the same time a commission that you're working against a word limit and you don't have time to set up explanations for each event in history, like why these spectra pills were in that specific drawer. In fact, a reason can come later in history... 78 Great story so far. Thanks for writing and sharing it. He would also like to thank the person who commissioned him to write this for coming with a good idea for a story. 2 Well done so far. 231 "But he had to be there early for the reasons of grief that his mother had to get to work after letting him go and the children themselves would soon be left. " What grief? 24 Good start. 6 Love where this goes, please continue. 111 Very excellent start, waiting with anxiety 67 Wonderful beginning, as always. Great admirer, eager to read more. 1,966 Here's the second part A funny story to write and I'm glad people enjoyed the first part! -... An hour later and all the children were gathered, sitting on the ground, for a story that was being read by Chloe. It was a story about a witch who was struck by the power of friendship or something. While Chloe was reading, Diane had withdrawn to the rest room for lunch. Chris was sitting at the back of the group of children resting his chin in his hands and doing everything possible to stay awake, he was so boring and tired that if he lay down right now he was sure he would fall asleep immediately. Chris started to feel pressure in his intestines again, he got very quickly and just when he was about to get up to the bathroom one of the young children got up and came to him. There was only one toilet there and when Chris heard the closed lock he realized he was in trouble. Not again. He repeated himself over and over again while trying to fight the pressure he felt. Chris tried to ignore the growing despair in his intestines. He kept looking at the bathroom, but there was no sign that the child was there ending. After a minute, Chris felt starting to sweat with effort. He murmured under his breath that this could not be happening. He soon realized that his intestines were not going to wait for him and that they needed to evacuate, and they needed to do it very soon. His colon didn't care if he was in the toilet or in a heist surrounded by children, in one way or another he was going to empty and he was going to do it soon. The only thing that was clear to Chris right now was that he couldn't have an accident here surrounded by children and Chloe looking. That would be too much to bear. Chris went up to his feet with awkwardness and headed away from the group to the door leading to the exit and the rest room. Every step he took made him more and more desperate and he rushed through the door. From her seat reading the kids sitting on the floor, Chloe saw Chris running out of the room. She stopped her reading for a second while trying to figure out what was going on. Whatever it is, it was clearly urgent and could not leave the neglected children so that they could not go on. Now he was sweating bad and the effort to avoid an accident was causing him to turn red on his face. He was facing two doors now that he had left the main hall. On the one hand I could leave the building and go outside, but I knew it was a busy main road and it would be humiliated to get in there in front of all those people. With that in mind he turned to the staff room door and pushed his way. As he pushed the door his body to his own push and for the second time that day Chris felt a hot sticky disaster that spread out from his homeless and all his underwear. Diane looked from her book and sandwich to sudden intrusion. When he saw what was going on, he arched his eyebrows into a mocca surprise. Chris saw her looking at her, but she was powerless to keep her from bending slightly while her spin was slightly expanding to take the poop. Chris closed his eyes and turned red knowing that his aunt was watching him fill his strip. He let out a fart that quickly became more solid like a smooth, colored shit hurled inside his brown spin. He shook in shame while he opened his eyes and saw his aunt sitting there looking at him while he filled his pants for the second time that day. He closed his eyes to prevent tears from falling. Finally, he felt like he was made and slowly opened his eyes. He got even red when he saw his aunt looking at him from the couch again. I didn't know what to say or do and felt his eyes watered as the humiliation of his situation sank. Wait there. Diane said she wrinkled her nose with the smell that had begun to penetrate the room. He got up and left the room leaving Chris alone. Chris didn't move a muscle, he could feel the mild and mushy disorder against his skin and he didn't want to spread it. I was scared, why was this happening? I hadn't had an accident like this since he came here like a kid and now he had two of them in one day. It wasn't even lunchtime! He felt like he was there for an eternity. Silence was deafening and the smell that had barely begun was noticeable was getting worse for the second. The poop in his spin had begun to cool and hit him uncomfortable, Chris tried to pull the jala to stop him hitting him but as soon as he left it turned and just made the situation worse. Chris was afraid of what was coming, but at the same time he thought it couldn't be worse than this. Eventually after what it felt like a long time but it was likely that only a couple of minutes Diane would return to the room with a bag. Taking down the bag walked without words towards the still slightly cornered over Chris' shape, she reached and dropped Chris' shorts. "My oh my... this is the accident." Diane said she was agitating while she was surveying the dirty pull up. "I... I don't know..." Chris was trying to say he didn't know what was going on, but he found it hard to talk. His shame had restricted his throat as if he were having an allergic reaction. "Shhh, okay, I'm used to babies who have accidents in their pants here." Diane said in that airline tone reserved to placate young children. Chris wanted to protest that he wasn't a baby, that he only had to have food poisoning or something, but he didn't have time like Diane had almost taken it and put it on the floor. Chris didn't do anything to stop her, but when her ass hit the ground and the mess in her shot spread, she won and shook visibly. "Okay." Diane continued to say, "We will clean them all well. " Chris didn't say anything, just wanted this to end. I was afraid the time of history would come soon and Chloe would come in to see him, make this horrible situation even worse. Diane scratched the sides of the shred and pulled down the front, taking a happy song that came to her bag and pulled some wipes and started working cleaning her nephew's dirty bum for the second time that day. Chris tried to go out to the area, forget where he was and what was going on. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine something happier, thought of Chloe and thought about getting her off a date. He missed imagining himself taking Chloe for dinner, and then returning home, back in the bedroom. They kissed before they started getting rid of themselves and... Oh my. Chris heard Diane say. He opened his eyes and looked down. He blushed even more when he saw that his imagination might have been too good. Without meaning, he had "excited." Chris looked up at his aunt's shocked face and put his head on the floor. Just when he thought things couldn't be more embarrassing. "I'm sorry... I didn't want..." Chris tried to say he was shining as he closed his eyes and begged him to calm down. "It's okay... At some point little children can get a little excited when they clean up. Nothing I haven't seen before." Diane said with a smile that didn't seem to reach her eyes. She took great satisfaction in all the humiliation, every embarrassing moment was revenge for Chris causing her mother, Diane's dear sister so much stress and concern. When Diane had finished cleaning up the mess that Chris had done, she pulled the attraction up, swooped it and sealed it in a plastic bag. Chris was still lying there with his closed eyes willing not to cry when he suddenly felt his legs were lying on his head. Chris opened his eyes when he lowered his legs again. I was confused with what was going on, but things became much clearer a second later when he felt something was rising between his legs. A diaper? Chris exclaimed looking down. This was too much, there was no way I could use this with all the kids and around... And what would Chloe think? Yeah, Chris. Diane responded in the mock sadness, "You had two accidents this morning... After one you didn't have spare underwear so we used a pull up. We have a rule here that is a child has two accidents and then they go back to the diapers. " Chris felt a tear on the cheek. No! Look, I'm going to the command, I'm not going to have any underwear! Chris suggested he was trying to sit down and stop changing. Diane put her hand in Chris' chest and forced him back to a lying position. Chris... let's be realistic here. You've had two messy accidents in the last hour or so. We can't risk not using protection." Diane said when she brought the diaper front back and started fixing the tapes. Chris didn't know what to say. I could understand your aunt's reasoning, but that made the situation no less humiliating. I could hear the diaper tap while Diane was adjusting the tapes, he was so overcome with shame that he didn't even think of asking why he had diapers big enough to fit someone in his size. Here we go. Diane said when the last tape was finished and stood up. Diane reached and grabbed Chris' arm. She took him to his feet with a crescendo of wrinkles. When Chris was totally standing, he looked down and he felt sour. The diaper was very thick, I didn't think there was any way to hide it, even worse it was that it was printed with small teddy bears. This was a diaper big enough to fit an adult but it seemed like it was for children. "I can't go out like that." Chris said apprehensively. I could see the logic of putting him in a diaper, but he didn't leave here on just his shirt and diaper, that would be too much. Of course not! Diane agreed and came to her bag and pulled a new pair of shorts. Repeating the process from before on the day Chris allowed his aunt to help him in the shorts. She raised them until they came to her padded crotch. With a big fight, Diane managed to pull out the shorts on the diaper. The shorts almost passed over the diaper, but it was a very tight fit and it was quite obvious that Chris was padded under those shorts. Anyone who cared about looking would see it, and the sound was even more obvious with the shorts so they did nothing to hide the noise. Chris looked in horror, twisted and looked at himself again from every angle. He saw that his ass now got stuck and his crotch was rounded and the waist of the diaper got stuck over his shorts, his shirt was very little to hide the waist of his diaper. "You can't be serious... Everyone will know what I'm wearing!" Chris murmured in a horrible whisper. His throat felt restricted from shame again as he continued to look at himself. I couldn't believe this situation was happening, it seemed so absurd. Diane walked out of the room and opened the door. She was waiting for Chris to leave the room, I could see that Chloe was pulling the folding beds for nap time, and Diane knew that Chloe might need help. Chris took a step toward the door and as he did, so he heard the seemingly obscuring echo that sprinkled around the quiet room. He stopped and looked at his aunt begging, he probably wouldn't do this. But the look that came back was impatience and with a great abyss continued to the door, Chris noticed that his gait had been altered by the thick filling and his legs were forced slightly more separate than usual. Diane saw him passing over her with satisfaction while she seemed deeply humiliated and ashamed. Chris' diaper made so much noise that it was obvious what he was wearing, and he felt sure everyone would notice. "Go get a bed and take a nap." Diane instructed her younger assistant as she passed. Chris stopped on his tracks and confronted his aunt with a frown. What? He nodded, "I am not one of the children! I don't need the nap. " "Honey, you are rude and you have had a tough morning. Go and lie down. Diane said carefully. "I am not a fucking baby." Chris said through the cracked teeth. He stared at his aunt, had some accidents safely, but that didn't mean he was like one of these snots. Meanwhile, in the room Chloe was deploying the beds and then assigning one to each child while leaving them for their one-hour naps. Suddenly she heard a little scuffling and then Diane came dragging her nephew down the wrist and taking him directly to one of the empty beds in the back of the room. Chloe was shocked but she continued her work and put the last child down for her nap before rushing into the back of the room. The children of their beds were watching the commotion at the back of the room with curiosity. Chris almost yelled through the cracked teeth while he was pushed to bed. What's going on? Chloe said in shock as she rushed, "Is it... is it a diaper?" Yeah, Chloe, could you grab her other doll for me, please? Diane said while she attached one of Chris' hands to bed on her waist with a leather strap. Is it one of the diapers used in our other group? Chloe asked almost conspicuously in a whisper. At the same time he said this, he attached Chris's other doll to bed. Yes, dear, now this naughty boy has had two accidents today, so he's in a diaper, he only has our rules that say it must happen. Diane declared matter in fact. Chris felt like someone could die for shame that he'd be in his death bed here. Her wrists were very tight and her aunt was telling the girl that she had developed a fallout that she had shit her pants twice that morning. He felt burning with shame and felt that the struggle had been forced from him. Chris wondered who this "other group" was. "Oh." He told Chloe when he heard about accidents. He visibly picked up from Chris as if he were sick. Chris looked away, couldn't stand looking at Chloe or her aunt in this position. He raised his head and was received by 20 pairs of eyes looking at the scene at the back of the room. Chris lowered his head and began to soften himself while his aunt and Chloe began to lure their ankles. He wondered how he had fallen so fast. Please... Please, I don't need all of this, please let me up!" Chris shouted In the middle of the sobs, "I must have a stomach bug or somethi-" Chris was cut in the middle of the insensitivity while his aunt suddenly pushed something in his mouth. She raised her head, Chris wanted to resist but with her immobilized limbs that was impossible, and felt her tie that was tightly to her head. Chris felt something in his mouth, inspected him with his tongue and found that he felt rubber. It was at that time that Chris realized that he should be a pacifier! Except this was bolted to a gag that was now preventing Chris from making any noise. "A quiet baby." Diane whispered to Chris near her ear, "You were getting hysterical so we have to shut up so the kids can sleep. " Chris stared at the two women who looked at him with very different expressions. Chloe looked at him with pity and disgusting whip that Diane looked at with malevolence. "Get some resting children, we have a surprise for the afternoon." Diane called the room while she was getting away from the improvised bed. Chris looked at Chloe with his eyes scooping and made disconcerted sounds around the pacifier. I was begging to be released, to be left, to go out. Chloe with that pious look shook her head sadly and slowly turned away. Chris tried to scream in frustration but just any sound escaped from the gag. Turning his head back with discomfort, he looked down at the ceiling with tears in his eyes. A mixture of sadness, humiliation and anger spread through him and yet he could do nothing about his situation. He didn't even look around the room, but he could feel the children's eyes on him, they were clearly curious about the commotion at the back of the room and why such a big boy had such an obvious and quilted bullet around his crotch. After a few minutes, realizing that there were no other options available to him, Chris decided to close his eyes and try to sleep a little. I was still quite tired and if I was asleep, something had to be better than being here awake and embarrassed. 78 Very long addition and very well written too. Thanks for taking the time to write and publish this. 24 Great addition. 20 This was great! I realized to the end that Chris's name became Tyler and then Nick one after another. 6 Big story, I hope you have Chris, Tyler or Nick. 1,966 Whoops, writing when tired will do that to you! 9 I see a wet awakening in your future! 54 I really like the dark side coming in. This is very good Elfy. Create an account or register to comment You need to be a member to leave a commentCreate an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Sign in Already have an account? Sign here. DailyDiapers.com

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