Once home, Becky told Jamie, “Go wait for me in your room. I’ll be there in a minute.” Amanda stayed behind.
“We have to get a new doctor, Mom. She and her nurse were just awful.”
“Agreed. We need to take Jamie out somewhere he can meet more bigs soon. He’s left the house twice so far, and both times were terrible for him. He’s gonna think we’re all monsters,” Rebecca sighed. “Still, I need to have a little talk with him. He can’t behave like that and expec...
2022-02-12 22:00:03 +0000 UTC
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“Where are we going?” Jamie had asked once already and had not gotten a straight answer. Were they trying to surprise him with something? He doubted it.
“We’re going to see a friend,” Becky answered. Amanda kept silent.
Jamie gave up and watched the houses go by out the window. Everything reminded him of pictures of ancient Rome, not because things were ornate but because they were so massive. Not being told put him in a suspicious mood bordering on irritated. When y...
2022-02-11 00:00:04 +0000 UTC
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I think I get why some people think baths are icky. I think they’re wrong – very wrong – because baths are delightful, but I get where they’re coming from. I’d been in said bath for almost a half hour already, and my date was late. Yes, I had a date.
I texted my date. “Are you coming,” is what I texted her.
“Almost done,” my date texted back.
Well, I’d gotten started without her by drinking one of those alcohol drinks and eating a strawberry. I mean, am I...
2022-02-09 12:00:05 +0000 UTC
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“Okay, let’s get this over with.” I kept a gentle hold on his wrist and led him the few feet to the right of the chair before sitting down and spreading the diaper he’d handed me across my lap to catch any piddle. I took just a moment to consider how I wanted to scold him.
It felt odd to do it with me sitting and him on his feet standing over me, even though he’s so short he was only a little taller than me seated. Having him sit on the floor or get on his knees just seemed si...
2022-02-08 00:00:03 +0000 UTC
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After a night’s rest and a thorough bath, Jamie was ready to write to Cheryl.
My Forever Friend, Cheryl,
I’m called Jamie now. Amanda picked it out. You were right about her. No one has ever been so nice to me, except you. She calls me her buddy. She makes it bearable here so far.
Becky and I got off to a rougher start. At first, it was like she was so blinded by her idea of a little that she couldn’t see how I was different from that. She’s nev...
2022-02-07 12:00:06 +0000 UTC
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“So,” I said, glad but also not to have the diaper change over and still trying to sound more confident than I felt. Gordy was naked from the waist down, flat on his back on his changing table with his feet in stirrups, leaving everything o so gloriously wide open. Awkward …
Bu also, somehow, it felt less awkward to go from diaper change to spanking than it would’ve been to go from ‘regular twenty-year-old in regular underwear’ to ‘naked and over my knee.’ Like, I hate t...
2022-02-05 17:01:05 +0000 UTC
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Oops I did it again! Play with your heart? Nope, broke the spending limit rule. Which, firstly, needs to be adjusted for inflation. Mary put that rule in place 6 years ago when a hundred bucks went a little further. I’m a victim of macroeconomics!
But did I decide to hide my malfeasance? Nope. I decided to flaunt it kinda flamboyantly. Because reasons. Reasons which I will now relate to you.
“Mary,” I called out, “o darling love of my life Mary.”
“Are you drinkin...
2022-02-05 15:33:49 +0000 UTC
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And then he really did slow down his eating to a crawl. I’ve seen tree sloths chew faster. But I was patient. I had butterflies in my own tummy, so I can only imagine his. I tried to be kind of clinical about the whole thing, like it was no different from getting a shot. Hey, sorry this hurts, but let’s just get it over with and then you can have a lolly. Fake it til you make it, I guess.
“Let’s do the dishes first.” Fun babysitting tip: you can eat up time, make kids...
2022-02-01 00:51:22 +0000 UTC
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A simple lunch was served. Jamie was a little embarrassed to be fed a bottle in front of everyone – especially Danny, a silly and clichéd as he knew that was – but he knew, in theory, no one expected otherwise, especially since they knew about his operation. Becky served a small cake with “Welcome Jamie” spelled across it in icing.
He sat in Becky’s lap, and she offered him a little icing from the J off her finger. He accepted, reasoning a little icing wasn’t reall...
2022-01-30 13:01:02 +0000 UTC
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The next few days passed more or less like the last. He spent more time outside, and to his chagrin much of it was clad only in his diaper, but no one saw him through the fence. He took naps in the sun and began to acquire a bit of color, leaving tan lines around his diaper that Amanda found too cute. She took surreptitious pictures of him reclining in the sand box and walking across the grass, or tried to, and though Jamie didn’t like being recorded that way, it made him feel special that ...
2022-01-28 01:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Someone bit me, and then Mary asked, “Are you alright?”
“Mhmm,” I said.
“No you’re not.” Which was awfully presumptuous of her to say.
“What makes you say that,” I asked Miss Mary Know-It-All
“Because usually when I sink my teeth into your butt, you make this shivery squirming motion and let out happy little sighs and giggles.” She laid down next to me, equally naked on the blanket in from of the fireplace. If someone were to ask us how exactly we...
2022-01-26 13:01:03 +0000 UTC
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Pizza is a great tool in the babysitter toolbox. Just about everyone likes pizza. In my experience, it’s a great way to get sad kids, mad kids, and bad kids to cheer up, and it worked on Gordy like a charm without my even trying. And I like pizza too. I did say we could still have a good time; I’m a babysitter – we know these things.
“You want another coke,” I asked him as he got some plates out.
“I’m not supposed to.”
Wow, yet another rule from the stepmonst...
2022-01-24 23:00:04 +0000 UTC
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“Knock knock,” Rebecca called out lightly as she came into Jamie’s room. Jamie was at his activity table, still looking at a nearly blank piece of paper. Jamie turned and saw she was holding a bottle and cloth. “I thought you might be hungry.”
Jamie was hungry. He used to eat like a horse, and though he figured eventually age would catch up with him and he’d start putting on serious weight, it hadn’t, at least not yet. Today, though hungry to the point of pain, Jamie didn...
2022-01-23 13:00:05 +0000 UTC
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I waited to hear the garage door close for probably a couple seconds longer than it should’ve taken to realize I didn’t hear the garage door open, and no surprise given the size of the Rooney McMansion. I just wanted to make sure Mr. and Mrs. Rooney were gone before I turned my attention back to Gordy.
“I am so sorry,” I said as I crossed the kitchen in three big steps. It was a very confused Gordy that I turned around and hugged. Didn’t even occur to me a hug was kind of inva...
2022-01-22 13:30:28 +0000 UTC
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Mary thinks she’s so suave and focused and put together, and she so is but not nearly as much as she thinks. I can discombobulate her at least as good as she can me; it’s just that it takes more effort on my part. So really, of the two of us I’m the better discombobulate: yeah, she does it more often, but I’m easier to twitterpate (except I’m not because I’m so super stoic and sanguine and stuff).
“Mary, o Mary,” I called out in the dulcet tones of my angelic self. I sin...
2022-01-21 13:00:06 +0000 UTC
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“Hey, Cheryl? Wanna talk for a minute,” Ashley asked.
“Sure. What’s up,” Cheryl answered, sitting down in Ash’s office. Ash stood up from behind her desk and closed the door. Cheryl didn’t like that – what did Ashley have to say that had to be said behind a closed door?
“I just wanted to see how you’re doing, how you’re feeling,” Ash said as she sat down in the chair next to Cheryl’s, rather than back behind her desk.
“Uh, fine I guess.”
...
2022-01-20 13:00:05 +0000 UTC
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It’s not like I did it on purpose. I’m not sorry, but it’s not like I did it on purpose. I babysit three times a week on average, more like five times in the summer. I want to pay for as much of college as I can in cash, and caregiving pays better than retail or waiting tables. Especially now that schools keep opening and closing, parents are desperate for a night away. For me, an opportunity to make more money, which I need. I’m not going to risk my reputation as the best sitter in t...
2022-01-20 03:23:02 +0000 UTC
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Our home is beautiful. Not like super expensive look-at-our-Carrara-marble-wall-sconces beautiful, which isn’t to say I wouldn’t like some Carrara marble in my life, but our home is beautiful more in a we-made-a-home-together-and-it’s-cozy-and-ours way. Which is definitely the superior way. Really.
We didn’t curate so much as combine our stuff and then got some more stuff, and fortunately we both have excellent taste if you ask people who are us and we did and we agree that we d...
2022-01-18 13:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Jamie found himself back in his crib after lunch. The naps were necessary, just as Cheryl had said they’d be. Jamie couldn’t figure out how many hours were in the day, partly because he slept through so many of them. It was light out when he went to bed and light out when he woke up. It was starting to bother him. A routine had already started to take shape in his few days in his new home, and he knew the order in which the parts of his day happened, but he didn’t know when, and he coul...
2022-01-16 13:01:01 +0000 UTC
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“You make the cutest orgasm noises sometimes,” my very pretty wife said to me. She’s tall and has a very athletic but slender figure for a computer jockey. It’s probably why she feels confident enough to say stuff like that, post-coitally on blanket in front of the fireplace no less!
“I do not!”
Ya know, sometimes I just object to what she says sorta by reflex. I mean, what, do I wanna be someone who makes ugly orgasm noises? Of course not … Hey, you don’t think me...
2022-01-15 20:55:45 +0000 UTC
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The day ended with a tour of the house and back yard. Jamie feigned enthusiasm at the swing set that they got just for him in the backyard, or at least he thought it was feigned. He was more interested in the sandbox, which had been Amanda’s and to Jamie was almost an artificial beach.
That night, Jamie woke up in his crib once more in pain. He had resisted wetting his diaper all day, and he never had a chance to take to it off to pee in it. He once again had no idea what time it was,...
2022-01-12 01:47:00 +0000 UTC
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This is the audio version of my 2021 Thanksgiving story, which you can read here.
It's read by Mama Raven. Check out her links here and her JFF here!
2022-01-09 18:14:36 +0000 UTC
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Pre-pandemic, we belonged, in a loose and informal sense, to a couple of fetish clubs in our city, one of which has their very own clubhouse. Sort of. It’s just a space open twice a month for a kink gathering, plus certain holidays (I love Spanksgiving the most out of all the kinky portmanteau holidays). I’m not sure when they started having events again, but I’m not sure when anything happens anymore. Not working means not having to pay attention to the calendar, and I along with most ...
2022-01-09 17:55:51 +0000 UTC
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Jamie wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep, but he didn’t think long. He was the little spoon, although the size mismatch stretched the metaphor. It was his belly that woke him up. Whether because of the anesthesia, pain meds, or both, Jamie hadn’t passed anything since he woke up the day before. He wasn’t locked in his crib this time, but he was between Amanda and the wall, and he’d need to sneak down to the foot of the bed to try to get away.
And go where? The toilet was ...
2022-01-06 13:00:05 +0000 UTC
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“So, what did you want to talk about,” Rebecca asked when the three of them were back in the living room, he on the chair he could barely see them from and they on the sofa.
“So, first off, I wanted to reiterate that I took that diaper off, and then peed it after I woke up this morning,” Jamie said, awaiting some kind of realization on their faces. Nothing.
“Honey, it’s so cute that you want to try to change yourself, but you should always let a big do that for you.”...
2022-01-03 13:00:05 +0000 UTC
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I never wanted a written list of rules. I find that artificial and confining. I need room to grow and flourish! I can find ways to misbehave that Mary hasn’t even thought of yet! Don’t fence me in, man!
But sometimes it would be nice to know what will and won’t get me in trouble. I think I know about ninety-five percent of it, and while the other five is fun to explore, sometimes I’m out exploring and fall down a mineshaft. Btw, this is Western Metaphor Day, apparently, but that...
2022-01-01 13:01:02 +0000 UTC
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This is a sequel to A Thanksgiving Special, available where the best diaper stories are found (like here) and to A Christmas Special (here). Read those first or dive on in!
Happy New Year and stay diapered!
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Basic party etiquette is if there’s a ...
2021-12-31 20:51:50 +0000 UTC
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When morning arrived, Jamie woke up in pain. Not having consciously relieved himself since he awoke the first time yesterday, he was over-full and needed relief. He considered his options.
He could call out to one of them and ask to use the bathroom. It might take them a while to hear him, though, and if they did, their reaction yesterday left little doubt they’d only look at him in confusion when he asked to use the toilet.
He could climb out of the crib, but he doubted how wel...
2021-12-31 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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It's on sale now at Lulu.com! Get yours for the New Year!
Hi All! I had a fun idea and made it a reality: a bedwetting calendar for ABDLs! This is an actual, physical wall calendar to hang above your bed, in your diaper c...
2021-12-29 18:42:01 +0000 UTC
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“Wake up,” Eric heard from a distance. “Wake up.” He felt a hand on his back, and he lifted his eyelids and rolled over. Standing above him, leaning over the crib rail, was Cheryl. His heart rose up in his chest in the fullest feeling of safety and contentment. He laughed and leapt to his feet …
“Wake up, kiddo. Or you won’t sleep through the night.” Coming to, Eric felt a hand again on his back, making small circles through the fuzzy material of his footie pajamas. This...
2021-12-29 13:01:01 +0000 UTC
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