SweetLittleEmily

A Brief Pause in Membership Charges

Dear Patreons,

I'd like to apologize for not publishing as frequently as I had originally planned. I'd like to let you know that I won't be taking any membership money until the new year. But you can still look forward to two more chapters of my story before then. From the new year, things will be back to normal and you'll be charged as usual.

Thank you for your understanding and your continued support!

Warm regards,

Emily

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 18

In the following days, not only did Viola seem to adjust well in the new environment, but her mother did as well. Although she was initially there just to help Viola settle into kindergarten, she naturally began taking care of the other children too, and in doing so became a real pillar of support for Mrs. Müller. Her presence suddenly made activities possible that previously would have been impossible for Mrs. Müller to carry out alone.

I couldn't stifle a big yawn as I sat down next...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 17

The adaptability of the human mind is truly remarkable. It took only a few days for me to accept my new, more restrictive daily routine as an irreversible reality. Whether I did it as a form of atonement or simply out of resignation didn't matter in the end. Just three weeks later, it was hard for me to even imagine that I had once not spent the entire day in a thick nighttime diaper and that there had been a time when I went to bed after 6 PM. I had even finally adjusted to my new kindergart...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 16

I was abruptly torn from my dreams when I heard the familiar creaking of a door. Panic surged through me as I opened my eyes just to see my mother stepping through the doorway. Shit, this couldn't be happening. Against my intentions, I had fallen asleep, and it took me less than a fraction of a second to realize the consequence of that.

After weeks in diapers, I had almost forgotten how disgusting it felt to wake up in a puddle of urine. Unlike the diaper, which absorbed any liquid like...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 15

The warm afternoon light woke me up. I snapped my eyes open, shocked I'd actually dozed off. Thanks to the sheer boredom, I ended up napping just like the other little kids here.

Through the thin bars, I could see that many of the other children were already awake. Some were playing on the floor, while Mrs. Müller was helping others out of their beds. The soft dimness I had fallen asleep to had now transformed into a more lively and illuminated setting. The soothing tune of the music b...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 14

Even though I now saw that my rebellion was more like a child's defiance, I couldn't give in to my mother. I continued my passive resistance, even once we had arrived at the kindergarten. At first, my mother tried to encourage me to get out of the seat on my own and walk to the entrance by myself after she unbuckled my belts. However, she quickly gave in when she noticed that her words fell on deaf ears.

So, with a sigh, she took me into her arms once more, shouldering a bag of fresh cl...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 13

I awoke the next morning completely rejuvenated. For me, waking up so rested in the early morning hours was still an unfamiliar sensation, but it showed that the habit of going to bed early was at least beneficial in one aspect.

I turned my head to the side, allowing my gaze to drift slowly across the dimly lit room. It eventually came to rest on my sister's bed, nestled in the far corner of the room. Her gentle, rhythmic breathing and closed eyes confirmed that she was still sleeping. ...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 12

The moment we stepped over the threshold of our home, Sophie seized Lea's hand, attempting to drag her in the direction of the garden. "Lea, you absolutely must see how high I can now jump on the trampoline!", she burst out, her words a tumble of excitement. Yet Lea tempered Sophie's enthusiasm with a voice soft yet firm. "I'm sorry, Sophie, but I need to take care of Emily first and after that, it's already time for dinner. I don't think we'll have time for trampolining today."

The imp...

Temporary Suspension of Payments and Updates

Dear Patreons,

I wanted to inform you that due to insufficient time resources, I will not be able to provide an update on my story this month. Consequently, I will be temporarily suspending the payments. However, I assure you that I will resume in one month's time.

Thank you for your understanding and ongoing support.

Best regards,

Emily

Avoiding Spoilers

Hello everyone,

In order to maintain an enjoyable reading experience for all members, I kindly ask that you direct any questions regarding the progression of the story to me personally. This way, we can avoid revealing any spoilers that might detract from the experience for other readers.

I would like to emphasize that you are more than welcome to openly discuss your thoughts and predictions about how the story might unfold or what could happen next, as long as they are not direct...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 11

Just a moment after me, Mrs. Weber also returned to the group room, and to my dismay, we continued the game in which it was still my turn. I had to stand in the middle again and guess who the gray slippers belonged to. My guess of Marie was incorrect, and so I unenthusiastically kept guessing until I finally identified the right girl. I didn't care that I had taken by far the most attempts out of everyone. I just wanted to go home and get out of this awful diaper.

The game had barely en...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 10

"So, girls, we're going to play the game 'Shoe Salad'," announced Mrs. Weber enthusiastically as she knelt in the center of the circle. Our entire children's group had gathered around her, a total of 15 girls, including myself. "For those of you who don't know the game: each of you will first place your slippers, which you are currently wearing, into the middle of the circle."

The children, myself included, excitedly took off their slippers and tossed them into the center, creating a co...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 9

We entered a large, bright, and colorful room, divided in the middle by a glass wall with a door. The transparent partition, whose existence I was already familiar with from previous visits when dropping off or picking up Sophie, simultaneously connected and separated the kindergarten area. It split the room into a front section for older children up to six years old, like Sophie and Jana, and a rear section serving as a nursery for the youngest children up to three years old.

As soon a...

Alternative Therpapies - Chapter 8

On the following morning, I didn't find myself in my new bed, but on the changing table instead. I was far too tired to be annoyed that my mother hadn't even woken me up to change me out of my wet diaper. Silently, she removed the diaper and hastily wiped away the last traces of urine from my crotch with a wet wipe. It was Monday morning, and with the end of the weekend, her calm demeanor during diaper changes seemed to have vanished as well. I couldn't blame her, after all, she was solely re...

New Chapter

I'm sorry, the new chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but the next one will be longer, I promise.

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 7

Dressed in a short pair of black leggings and a Minnie Mouse T-shirt, I  made my way back to our garden as soon as my mother released me from the  changing table. Although I sat back down next to Sophie, who was still busy building our castle in the sandbox, my enthusiasm for participating had waned. I didn't want to be a kid anymore, playing stupid children's games or wearing children's clothes. While people my age were spending their time in nighttime clubs, I had to wear pull-ups...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 6

"Look, your sister is waking up too," greeted me my mother the next morning as I began to stir. Briefly, I tried to open my sleepy eyes, but was immediately blinded by the morning sunlight, so I decided to close them again. I was still too tired to even think about getting up.

Half-asleep, I carefully felt the area of the mattress that had been wet every morning for weeks. This practice had become a kind of routine for me after my first nighttime accident. But unlike before, I couldn't ...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 5

The next morning, I woke up in a damp bed, just like the previous days. At some point, I must have fallen asleep, and I had obviously slept long enough to wet the bed again, despite the pull-up I was wearing. It wasn't that the pull-up was useless, but what had come from my bladder simply exceeded its capacity. Unlike usual, I did not even attempt to clean up my mess. My mother wanted to decide how the treatment of my incontinence should look like, then she should also be responsible for of a...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 4

The following days, my mother and I didn't exchange a single word. I didn't eat with her and avoided her as much as I could. I tried to deal with my nighttime incontinence problems by using maxi pads, several layers of underwear and towels that I placed underneath myself. This combination had always been very successful in preventing period stains, but it was almost useless against my nighttime bedwetting. Fortunately, it was summer, so at least my mattress was dry again by the evening.

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 3

Unfortunately, my bedwetting persisted. Despite my mother's aversion to conventional medicine, I saw my GP. The doctor diagnosed me with a bladder infection and prescribed antibiotics. But despite taking them, I continued to wake up in a wet bed every morning.

While we were preparing dinner and I took the last pill of my antibiotics, my mother made a sarcastic comment about it, saying, "Chemicals seem to be working wonders." Despite my efforts, I couldn't conceal my ongoing bedwetting f...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The pleasant chirping of birds in the garden woke me up from my dreams the next morning. Only two weeks ago I had finished my final school exams and it was still unusual for me not to be woken up by the annoying melody of my alarm clock. Finally, I was free, I was no longer forced to adjust my sleep rhythm to the early morning school hours. I could get up and go to bed whenever it suited me. Of course, I was aware that once I started to go to university, the morning sleep-in...

Alternative Therapies - Chapter 1

"I know someone for whom it's time for bed," I interrupted the peaceful puppet show of my little sister on the living room floor in a tone that, to my shock, almost sounded like my mother's. "Please Emily, just a little bit longer, I'm not tired yet," begged Sophie, looking at me hopefully with her big, brown eyes. It was the usual evening drama she played when she had to go to bed. "No Sophie, it's bedtime now, there will still be a tomorrow to play," I explained to her clearly. I had more t...