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I wrote this poem to prove a point about people. Why is it when people die by suicide, that's when they mention all the good about you? They say how you made a difference in this world and that no one can replace you...if you said it a little sooner, you probably could have saved someone's life. So don't wait to tell someone they're important :) and for those that have people who care, that's great! You are lucky :heart: This poem goes out to those that don't have anyone...
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(Please note that this is fiction and no one should take it all too seriously.)

My name is Sarah and this is the story of the most humiliating incident of my life. It all started when I was a young girl around 15, I had just come out of my biology class and headed to the bathroom to use the toilet. When I walked in however, my face was bombarded by a cloud of dark smoke, which caused me to cough violently. "Oh dear god, what is that awful taste in my mouth?!" I managed to clear away some of the smoke and saw the source. In the midst of the smoke were three of the most popular girls in school, all of whom were senior's two years ahead of me. Amy Palioni, Mattie Baker and their leader, Romana Inchio. They were all gossiping while smoking cigarette's. I growled and marched over to them. "What the hell do you think your doing?!" I glared straight at Romana. "Don't you know those things can kill you?" 
Roman rolled her eye's at me and blew a puff of smoke Into my face. "Your just jealous because your too much of a baby to be able to do cool grown up stuff like this."
I rolled my eye's straight back at her. "Oh yeah, lung cancer is really hip." I marched straight out of there to go and tell a teacher, wanting to pee in a smoke free environment again. Things went well, the girl's got suspended for 2 weeks and the bathroom's were clean again (oh you know what I mean) and all was fine.. Until 2 weeks later.
I was excited as I headed into the gymnasium. I was going to be trying out to be a cheerleader! I was so excited. I had actually gotten an invitation for a special personal tryout, left in my locker. I went into the gymnasium and looked around expecting to see someone there. "Hello? I'm here for tryout's." 
suddenly before I could react, I was tackled down to the ground by a group of girl's. I struggled to get free but found myself unable. They took me and held me up by the arm's so I wouldn't be able to run away. From the group of girl's appeared Romana, who  happened to be the head cheerleader. "Well well well, look what we have here. A little wannabe cheerleader. Too bad babies can't be cheerleader's." she growled.
I gulped. "Look if this is about the smoking thing, I had no choice."
"You could have simply forgotten what you saw and left. But noooo, you had to play miss goody too shoe's and tell on us. Well now, it's payback time!" The girls quickly got to work, stripping me of all of my clothes until I was naked. They all got a good look at me and burst out laughing.
"And now for one of the most important pieces." Romana said with a devilish smile. From her back, she revealed a thick, white, peice of cotton. Namely a diaper.
The color drained from my face. "You can't be serious."
They were serious alright as they held me down on the ground as Romana laid the diaper under my butt. She quickly began to apply some very cold and itchy powder and then quickly folded it up and taped it on. "Oh I almost forgot!" Romana said giggling. She took out what looked like a padlock and attached it to my diaper. "Do you can't get out."
I was both humiliated and angry at the same time. "I just told on you to the principal! That doesn't qualify me for this!" I growled and struggled to rip the diaper off.
The girls were laughing their head's off at me, when Romana took out anew item. A pair of frilly pink, ruffled plastic panties. "Oh we're not done yet my dear. We've only just begun." The girls held on tightly again as Romana slid the plastic panties over my diaper.
I blushed madly. "So what are your plans anyway? Make me walk around the school like this?"
"Close but not quite. Your not completely dressed yet." She smirked.
I really didn't like the sound of that. The girls held me tight as Romana began playing with my hair. "Oh dear dear, this won't do at all." She smirked and took out some hair supplies. She got to work curling my long brunette hair into large ridiculous s looking Shirley Temple styled ringlet's, filled with large pink bows. I groaned, not imagining how this could get any worse.
Romana laughed. "Oh this is so much fun! Your just like a dress up doll!" That's when she took out the finishing touch. A cheerleader's uniform. But not just any old uniform, this one, you could tell was modified just for me. The already short skirt was shortened so that my diaper would be visible to anybody around me, the words "sissy high" Were clearly written on the front and back of the uniform, and worst of all my name was written under it! 
"...you have got to be kidding me." I groaned. I couldn't avoid the inevitable however as I  was quickly stuffed into the cheerleader's uniform. It was soon finished. And I looked like a god damned idiot. 
The cheerleader's around me laughed. "Alright little girl, time for you to go around and do your cheers." Before I could respond that they wold never make me do any cheers for them, a pacifier was stuffed into my mouth, and a MP3 player attached to a speaker was taken out. They hit the play button and a voice began to be heard. Which sounded like a childish version of my own voice. The voice began cheering loudly.
"S - Is for all the Super cute outfits that I wear
  I - Is for the Ice that I love poured down my diaper
 S - Is for the Spankings I love to get
 S - Is for the Splendiferous cute bows in my hair
 Y - Is for all the Yucks everyone gets from seeing me like this! 
And what does that spell? Sissy! Which is what I am!"
My humiliation was complete. I knew I wold never live this down. I was doomed to be the biggest baby this school had ever seen.
The girls giggled. "Come on baby, lets go spread your good word."
My first (well my first official) attempt to write a good humiliation story. I don't think I did half bad. But what do you think? My very few adoring public?
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It was two months since Dan had gotten his packet of diapers. He wasn't going to forget how he was forced to use his diaper for the first time by the laxative he unexpectedly ate. Yet despite that he enjoyed using it, the warm squishy mess was strangely nice and enjoyable. Dan wasn't going to soil his back side again unless he was busy with something and home alone so his parents wouldn't be able to smell the diaper. He also wanted to do it out of no control meaning he would eat some food and a laxative.
"I wonder what Sarah's doing? I hope she'll be able to help me get some more diapers," Dan said to himself as he noticed his set of diapers was running out. Dan had hopes of keeping his set of diapers lasting longer than he intended but he found he enjoyed wearing them more than he first thought.
RIIIINNNG! RIIIINNNG! RIIIINNNG! Dan's phone started to go off, he looked at the caller ID but he didn't know the number. Taking a chance he picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hey Dan, its Sarah from the pharmacy, I'm calling to tell you of an offer we're having right now. If you buy some laxative we'll give you a package of diapers at half price and here's the kicker, the diapers are extra thick," Sarah told Dan over the phone in a fun and serious voice.
"Depends, are you going to come over with them and wear them with me instead of that thin little piece of paper you use as a diaper?" Dan asked in a playful voice of his own trying to not laugh.
"Sorry but we can talk about me wearing diapers some other time. Maybe while we're at the pool, say this Friday?" Sarah told Dan as she scratched her, unknown to Dan, padded butt.
"Wait, are you asking me out on a date?" Dan was shocked to hear what Sarah was asking of him.
"Pretty much yeah, I don't work on Friday and I think it would be fun to get to know each other more. The only thing we know about each other is that we enjoy wearing diapers."
"How true which isn't really much. I mean you could be a girl who diapers men for the fun of it and tricks them into eating laxative so they'll poo their diapers. Not that I didn't it fun and all but a little heads up would have been nice you know.
"But where would the fun be if I told you that chocolate was laxative? So we're on for Friday then?"
"You bet now excuse me while I go change. I had a lot of orange juice this morning and its coming back. Its saying, thanks for drinking me now let me out."
"Haha see yeah Dan," Sarah finished as she hung the phone up. "Yes! I scored a date with a diaper wearing. That's very hard to do."
Sarah then felt a warm sensation around her private area and knew she just wet herself. "Unlike wetting my diaper, that's easy and fun at the same time.
Three days after Dan was asked out on a date he made sure he had everything.
"Towels, shoes, and a bottle of water, I think that's everything I need for a day at the pool. Am I missing anything or am I wearing him?" Dan looked down and felt he was wearing a diaper, which he would change out of once he reached the pool and a pair of short pants he'd also change out of. "I'm ready for a day at the pool."
Dan headed out and made his way to the pool, not knowing when he was supposed to meet Sarah was he glad to see that she had been at the pool. Beside Sarah was a large blue bag that must have had a large amount of pool supplies or diaper related stuff in it. He didn't ponder about it much, just joined Sarah.
"Hey Dan, good timing you got. I was here for like ten minutes before I remembered I never gave you a time. I wanted to come here around one since it sees little people here on Fridays around this time. Which means we won't have to worry about anyone over hearing us enjoy learning about each other, now wait out here while I go change," Sarah headed to a changing room and Dan just waited outside, a few minutes later Sarah came out and a wind blew her black hair and it seemed to flow in slow motion.
Despite this cliché Dan didn't notice since Sarah's body was tanned so it shined like golden skin. Her white bikini top was small and slightly tight but it suited Sarah well. Her bikini bottom was large slightly larger than her bikini but still was very pleasing to the eye. The best part was her belly that showed a bit of fat that made Dan want to sleep on it, like a fluffy pillow.
"How do I look?" was Sarah's question but all Dan could say in responds was an odd noise.
"Guh."
"I'll take your open mouth and inability to speak as I look stunning. I wish I was wearing a diaper under this but I think that'd be too much for me."
"Nonsense, you could pull it off with such ease. As for me, I could never pull it off like you," Dan responded to Sarah with actually words and not just a sound from his mouth.
"Thanks, you better go get changed. I don't want to lose a chance to see how you can make a bigger full of yourself."
"Don't worry that won't happen unless fate wants me to make a fool of myself in front of you."
Dan went into the changing room to change into his swim clothes but shouted so loud it could be heard behind the door. "Uh Sarah, I forgot my swim trunks when I came here. I can't swim in these shorts since the pool attendants won't allow it. What am I going to do?"
"Hang on I came ready for any problems that might have come up," Sarah reinsured Dan as she reached into her big blue bag and dug through it until she found what she was searching for. "Here, put this on and the only problem you'll face is people staring."
"Thanks Sarah," Dan thanked Sarah and reached out of his changing room with his arm and took what Sarah had. "Sarah, what is this thing? Is thing some kind of odd speedo? Why would I wear this?"
"Because you'll look very cook in it?"
"You have diapers that would fit anyone of any size don't you?" Dan asked the pharmacy girl as the sound of a clicking noise was slightly heard and Dan came out wearing what he thought to be a speedo. "Fits like a glove and feels really nice too."
"Glad to hear it, come on lets head on inside," Sarah grabbed Dan's arm and made him blush as she pulled him into the pool area.
As the two walked in boyfriend, girlfriend style people were staring at Dan. His speedo was easy to notice even by the small number of people in the pool. There was about twenty to twenty five people there not counting the two new ones that came in.
Some of the people were whispering and pointing at Dan, they thought what he was wearing was odd since he looked like a grown teen who knew how to use the bathroom. Yet a few noticed that "speedo" was actually something different but one person, beside Sarah, noticed that Dan was wearing a swim diaper but didn't say anything to the two.
"So, I noticed during our first little visit you wore a weak, little diaper. Do you enjoy wearing them for your own reasons?" asked Dan as he and Sarah took a seat on two lawn chairs.
"It's more of for the comfort, underwear and panties just don't suit me. When I wore an adult like diaper I noticed it was so much better. I felt relaxed, comfortable, and wasn't such a jerk towards people.
"Sadly my body started to become so relax to wearing diapers it wouldn't hold in my body waste quiet as well. So at times when I'm wearing diapers, alone in my house, I soil myself without much control. It's a shame but I'm trying to control it without much success."
"Bummer, at least I have control over myself. Though to tell you the truth I sometimes let my body lose control so I can truly soil myself. I even have laxative I take with some food so I can poo in my diapers. I do it when my parents will be gone all day or for a long time. That way I don't have to worry about them smelling a stinky diaper and wondering why I'm wearing diapers."
"Why not just dump it into the toilet and wipe your butt with a few wet pieces of paper towels to clean yourself? That's what I do when I accidently go poo in my diapers, helps me save diapers and I don't have to worry about my parents smelling it. Then add some extra baby powder so you can avoid a rash which will be easier to get once you've got the brown stuff in your portable toilet."
"Huh, I can learn a lot from you Sarah," Dan expressed his gratitude to Sarah with a friendly smile.
"You sure can, make sure to take notes because I might not say this again," Sarah told Dan who tried to hide his laugh but it didn't work, it came out as long a chuckle.
"So if we ever come back here and you forget to bring your shorts you'll have to wear a swim diaper."
"If it's comfortable as this speedo thing I won't care one bit."
Dan just laughed a bit got into the pool and swam for a bit but got out as he noticed how many people noticed and pointed out his swim diaper calling it an odd speedo. For the rest of the day Dan and Sarah talked about each other, hand plenty of soda and food, and Dan headed to the bathroom wishing he was wearing a swim diaper so he could go in that.
"Danny, we have to go home now. Come on out so we can go home," Sarah said to Dan in a motherly voice, enjoying using that tone on Dan.
"Alright but this speedo is wet and cold. I didn't bring any extra clothing so do you have any other extra clothing I can wear?" Dan asked hoping to see what else was in Sarah's bag.
"Come on, I'll change you in the ladies room. I noticed there was no one in there last I check." Sarah took Dan's hand and brought him into the women's room and opened the changing table and helped Dan onto it.
"I don't know about this Sarah," Dan nervously shook as he was pushed down and had his swim diaper taken off. Sarah reached into her big blue diaper bag and pulled out a rather large diaper that had much padding on the front and back.
"I brought this with me in case you wanted to wear a diaper. Hold still now while I get something else out," Sarah put the think padded diaper on the table and pulled out baby powder. "This will make it so you can't get a rash so I hope you'll enjoy it."
Sarah took off Dan's swim wear and slid the extra-large padded diaper under Dan, and then she powdered his butt and pulled the front over Dan's private area. After taping the sides together she pulled out a sticker and applied it to the diaper to add a little design to the diaper.
"Now you won't be able to wear pants while you have this on but you'll look extra cute in it," Sarah said to Dan as she poked his diaper. She then helped him off the changing table and they walked out. Yet they ran into a woman who had her little son with her. She looked at Sarah and then Dan in his big padded diaper.
They four didn't say a thing to each other as they headed in their different ways. As they got out of ear shot Sarah whispered into Dan's ear, "I think she likes how I diaper my baby boy." Laughing silently Dan turned extremely red while Sarah walked him to a car. Dan's big padded diaper made it difficult for him to walk; he had to waddle as he walked over to the car. He kept looking over his shoulder hoping no one else would see him, afraid he'd wet himself if someone did see him again. Once Dan and Sarah reached the car he was relieved to see only a mother and her child saw him in a padded diaper.
"This is my parents car, they loan it to me whenever I'm going to work or some other place. Like the pool or some other random place I don't tell them about."
"I see, at least with these tinted windows no one will be able to see this diaper. Which I'm going to enjoy wearing for the rest of the day. Even though I will have to wet it at some other point. I'll be sad to have it removed."
"Don't worry; the pharmacy sells those types of diapers as well, so if you want some I can pick them up for you. I also have a package of diapers in my bag for you, free of charge since you let me diaper you and baby you."
"Uh no problem I guess. Thanks for the date Sarah, it was really fun and I enjoyed those diapers you had me wear," Dan thanked Sarah and when they reached Dan's house he checked to make sure it was safe to head inside his and saw his parents weren't home. "Well see yah around."
"Wait, before you go I have to tell you something," Sarah looked into Dan's eyes and they seemed to sparkle.
"Uh," Dan didn't know what to say.
"I think you're cute," Sarah said as she looked at Dan's face and saw it blush. "Also that speedo you wore, was actually a swim diaper," This info stunned Dan and he turned brighter read, he then left the car and walked to his house. Sarah just sighed and drove home, wondering what Dan was doing in his house.
Dan was silently shouting to himself as he waddled to his room, this was his first date with a girl who liked to wear diapers and put him in two different diapers. He had another set of diapers to wear once he ran out of his current stash. Nothing could ruin this day, it was only to get better and it sure did. A knock at his door suggested someone was there; Dan went to it and opened it to find Sarah at his door.
"I forgot to give you this after our little day at the pool. So here you go and don't worry about laxative, I didn't put any in this," Sarah said as she gave Dan a chocolate ice cream.
"Thanks Sarah, I hope we go out again soon. But not right now, I have to go to the bathroom so see yah."
Dan said good bye to Sarah and closed the door then started to eat his ice cream. He sat on his toilet and started to go in his diaper. Once done he got up and headed to his room to finish his ice cream in peace and knew his best day was complete and perfect.
This is the finished and updated version of my commission for :iconlopakathewiseman:
He wanted a story that continues from my previous one, The Pharmacy Girl. Now our two diaper lovers are having a date at the pool with some twist.
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I woke up rather dazed, unaware where I was and why my thumb was in my mouth. As my eyes fluttered open I yawned softly and rubbed my eyes. I reached out my right hand to pick up my phone from the nightstand where it had been just hours before, but hit a wooden rod. I blinked twice to myself, suddenly completely awake. I looked to my right, a wall of bars. I stared, mouth agape, at the phenomenon that had struck my bedroom. I shook my head and turned to my left. More bars. "Okay," I thought to myself "who's the wise guy?" As I moved to stand I found my legs to be incredibly wobbly. I passed it off as them maybe being a little slow on the whole morning thing, but quickly realized I was only standing high enough to rest my chin on the bars. Which couldn't possibly have been right, considering the fact that I was at least five and a half feet tall. I opened my mouth, intending to call out for my girlfriend, but words flew out that made me both feel embarrassed and somehow...happy. "Mommy!" I called, unable to stop myself once I started. "Mommy, wakey time, I hun-gy!" I slapped my hands over my mouth, lost my balance and fell on my butt, feeling a soft squish on my bottom. My hands flew down to where the sensation came from and I panicked as a felt soft padding. I breathed quickly, hearing the crinkling. After a moment, I gained the nerve and finally looked down to what I already knew was there.
A diaper. I was wearing a diaper, my nose scrunched up and tears began welling in my eyes, but not for the fact that I was in a crib, wearing a diaper. Not for the fact that I was hardly two feet tall and that my legs couldn't support me. Tears welled in my eyes because I had fallen on my butt, because my diapie was dirty, and because I was hun-gy. And as I wailed, crying out for Mommy, every adult thought I had began to slowly disappear. Then she walked in and my old life hit me like a wall. My girlfriend stood above my crib. She smiled down at me and I blinked at her, the tears stopping. "Mommy." I whispered, putting my arms up toward her. She reached down and plucked me from my crib with ease. I leaned into her and grabbed a lock of her hair, playing with it and sucking my thumb as she carried me to the changing table. As I lied on the changing table, a thought struck me. "What are you doing?" My brain cried frantically. "You can't let her change you! You pooped your pants! She's your girlfriend, this is weird, this wrong! This is-" My brain was silenced as Mommy leaned down and kissed my forehead, I giggled to myself. "Good morning, sweet baby." She cooed to me, tickling my belly lightly. I laughed more and pushed her hand away. "Stobbit, Momma!" I said giddily.
"Or what?" She asked me, lovingly. "You gonna beat me up?" She pulled the tabs of the diaper, revealing my mess. "Ye-huh, I gonna beat you up, Momma!" I guffawed. As I was changed, my brain did not fight back, not a single protest. My memories of being a grown up and having a girlfriend subsided completely. I had a Mommy. I had the best Mommy. Once I was nice and clean Mommy took me into the kitchen and put me in my high chair for breakfast. The rest of the day went by without me so much as questioning what was happening. After breakfast, I watched cartoons, and mommy left for work. Babysitter came and gave me lunch, then she let me play for a long time. After a while she gave me a snack and when I started to miss Mommy too much, she came home. Babysitter left when Mommy came back, I was sad she had to go, but extra happy I had my Mommy. Mommy put me down for a nap and when I woke up I ate dinner, after dinner Mommy gave me a bath and put me to bed. I fell asleep with my thumb in my mouth, curled up with my blankey in my crib.
The next morning I woke quickly, sitting up gasping for air. I looked around. No bars, no blankey. The woman who had been my Mommy was right next to me and was once again my girlfriend. I was relieved, but ultimately, and shockingly, incredibly sad. I sighed and as I went to stand up I heard a crinkling. My eyes widened and I pushed the blanket aside, I was in a diaper. I was my normal height, but I was wearing an extra soft, extra padded diaper. And it was wet. I tried to figure out what to do, but before I knew it, my Momm-girlfriend was leaning over to me. She placed a hand on my diaper and said softly. "Oh, the wittle baby has a wittle wet diapey." I did not protest. I did not fight to be a big boy. I just let Mommy change me, and I continued to be her wittle baby.
Well, here's a start.
I write these stories for someone close to me, she loves stories like these and the websites she likes don't update often enough, so here you go.
Have story one.
I understand it's not the best story, but that is due to the fact that it is nearly 5am and I desperately need to sleep.
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Sableye (the Darkness Pokemon) is a relatively common Dark/Ghost-type Pokemon found among dark caves within the Hoenn, Unova and Kalos regions as well as the Kanto and Sinnoh regions on rare occasions.  Exceptionally mischievous and creepy to a fault, Sableye are devious little creatures that enjoy scaring the pants off of travelers and trainers alike simply for the fun of it.  They might not be the strongest of fighters or have much potential in a professional fight, but for trainers that are just looking for a little fun, you probably won't find a better companion to work with than one of these gem-eating frights!

While the diets of most creatures tend to vary depending upon their own anatomy, Sableye are particularly noted for their abnormal choice of food: gems.  Unlike most living creatures (a term used tentatively here, as Sableye possess organs like any other creature but are still spiritual in construct), Sableye are able to break down the crystal structures of gems in order to obtain the nutrients they need to survive.  They rarely tend to be very picky about the quality of a gem or its size; the only thing that matters is color, as color is a direct reflection of the elements contained within a gem.  Unfortunately for Sableye, this abnormal diet does come with some fairly serious consequences, in particular the way waste material is disposed of.  While Sableye do possess a definite internal anatomy, their limited diet of gems eliminates the need for intestines to dispose of food; instead, the leftover elements that are not needed from a gem are simply excreted through the surface of their skin.  Over time, however, this unique form of solid-state diffusion causes significantly large gems to grow from the bodies of Sableye in various places, most notably their eyes.  This does not actually harm their eyes, however, as the gems merely grow around the organic tissue; in fact, these gems prove to be a boon for Sableye as they magnify the amount of light that their eyes register at any given moment, in turn granting them excellent vision in the dark.  Sadly, this also means that walking outside on a bright sunny day would be enough to blind a single Sableye after just a couple of minutes, so they generally stick to living within dark caverns where light is limited enough for them to see without being completely blinded.

Although Sableye generally get a bad reputation for scaring travelers senseless in the dark, behavioral analyses of the species seem to indicate that this is not done on purpose.  As it turns out, Sableye are rather kind and playful in nature, but their partial Dark-type construct seems to slightly twist their minds into thinking that the best way to earn friends is to simply scare them.  This rarely ever earns these creatures new friends as one might expect, but this doesn't seem to bother them much; after all, people and Pokemon are always getting lost in caverns, so there are usually many opportunities available to make friends in any given month or year.  It is also duly noted that there are many tales within the Hoenn region claiming that a Sableye will steal the spirit of anyone that looks it in the eyes; in practice, this is completely false. However, it is noted that pointing a bright flashlight at a Sableye is probably not a good idea, as the feedback of light from their gem-encrusted eyes is often enough to partially traumatize if not blind anyone foolish enough to stare directly at them.

They may be more of an oddity than something to worry about to most trainers, but for those that know how to use a Sableye properly, there are few other creatures that are as naturally versatile and difficult to predict.  With a startlingly wide variety of attacks at their disposal and almost no natural weaknesses to worry about in battle, it can certainly be said that any confrontation with a Sableye will not be easy for the average strategist.  The fact that they can't really battle very long in daylight might make them a bit difficult to work with, but as long as you keep a close eye on the sun, you shouldn't have too much trouble getting used to their abnormal time-clock; just try not to wear too much jewelry around one, or your Sableye will be the next one to wear it...and not in a good way!

Professor Wormwood
A report on the Darkness Pokemon, Sableye. Enjoy.
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    "And yes, in case you are wondering, I now have full guardianship over you. And also, your new legal name is Sissy." She smiled down at me, "You are now legally a three-month old baby girl, and I am your new mother." She began to giggle, "Welcome to your new room." She set me down on the floor, and removed the ropes tying my arms to my sides. She then tied on a pair of pink mittens onto my hands.
    She left the room, and as soon as the door shut, I was stuck in there. Everything that had happened over the past hour hit me straight in the face. Jen was now legally my mother, and I am now legally a baby, and a girl. Not only that, but I was now completely stuck with Jen at her house, and I doubted she would even go to school anymore.
    She came back in the room, just to pick me up and carry me out of the room and into the living room, where her roommate was waiting. There was the baby carriage standing there, that was extremely small and completely pink. "We just got this today, it says it is for babies from ages three months to six months, perfect!" Jen crammed me down into the carriage, and made sure I was strapped into it. She then pulled another baby blue blanket over me, covering all the straps up to my head.
    "Look, we got the milk talk installed into this also!" She hooked a tube to the hole in my pacifier. I screamed into the pacifier, I didn't want this again. "Today we are going to go run some errands." She smiled down at me, "Meanwhile, we are going to get you some baby fat, because babies usually aren't as skinny as you."
    Jen and her roommate strolled me out of her house and down the street, while Jen put the tank setting on one, forcing me to slowly drink milk. We passed by a streetlamp, and once I saw what was on it, I surged with despair. There was a piece of paper nailed to it, with my face on it... with the word "MISSING" on it.
    Jen stopped in front of the paper, and read through it. She then looked down at me, smiling. "Good thing you like your new life better, isn't that right?" She giggled. "And now that I am your legal mother, nobody knows that you are actually a boy." She then looked thoughtfully, "An extremely small boy, that is."
    She kept strolling me for a while until we got to a store called "Everything Baby". Couldn't imagine what that meant. We went inside, and she began to pick things off the shelves, and put them in a cart that her roommate was pushing. An hour or so later, we were outside again, and the roommate took the shopping cart with her as we went to Jen's house again.
    Once inside, she immediately brought me to the baby room, and sat me down in the crib, while her friend began to take a few trips to bring everything in. "This has actually been outlawed among the baby stores, but I guess this one had it." She held up a huge pink pacifier, and when she pressed a button on its side, the sucking end of it inflated. There was also a tube that would go straight from the end of the pacifier to the back of the sucking part. She quickly took out the pacifier in my mouth and inserted the new one in, pressing the button. As soon as it inflated, it was impossible for me to spit it out.
    She then got a container of lotion. She picked me up out of the crib and laid me down on a changing mat on the floor, and took off my dress and diaper. She began to rub me all over with it, despite my struggling. She seemed to take a long time when she rubbed it into my rear, and it was soon after that she seemed satisfied. She then got a container of baby powder, and covered my rear and private parts with it.
    Next, she got a package of diapers, and pulled a few out. They were bright pink and even from a few feet away, I could tell they were very perfumed. She forced five of the big pink diapers on me, and after they were secure, I couldn't even walk normal with all of them on. I had to waddle around, and I would often fall on my face.
   
To be continued
Part 18! Once again, this is a slight continuation off of "Baby Care Class", go read those first!
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(Warning: This post contains abdl themes. If that is not your thing, you don't need to read it. If you don't know what it means, I suggest looking it up)

The rays of the morning sun poured in through the window and into the eyes of the two girls. One, a thin brown haired girl named Zoey, had once been called a boy. However, few could make that mistake now with her effeminate features and hourglass shape.  The other, Meg, was biologically a girl but almost wouldn’t seem that way next to Zoey. Her strait black hair complimented her darker complexion and emphasized her height. Anyone looking at the two could tell she wore the pants in the relationship.

Zoey winced slightly at the sun and turned her head. Why hadn’t they closed the blinds? And why did her head hurt so much?

Slowly the memories came back. A night of drinking… an embarrassingly handsy night at the club… where perhaps they were a little too vocal about their interests in a too public place… then… ? Presumably they made it home and collapsed into their bed. For all she knew, they were abducted by aliens and transported.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked around. That god damn sun insisted it was morning, but she disagreed. She predicted it wouldn’t be morning for AT LEAST another few hours. As far as she was concerned it was night until she couldn’t feel power drills digging into her head. Before that happened, it was bedtime. Then maybe a shower, some water, and something to ease her stomach….
It seemed another part of her was insisting it was time to get up. Her bladder, saturated with the fruity drinks of the night before, demanded her attention. However, her body hadn’t thought this strategy through. She reached down and felt they already wet diaper between her legs. “HA!” she thought “I WIN THIS ROUND!” She filled it even more, happy in her triumph over the world’s plan to get her out of bed. Feeling particularly childish now, she idly wished her bed was actually a crib, and rolled over.

“OW!” she shouted, having just landed on the floor. Alright, now she REALLY wished her bed was actually a crib. She hadn’t realized how close to the edge she was. The fall hadn’t really hurt, but it certainly startled her awake. She rubbed a spot on her head which had hit the bedside table.
“Good morning diaper girl!” Meg said, looking at her and sticking her tongue out. “Looks like someone needs a change!”

“Yeah, well…” Zoey looked down at her padding, still rubbing her head. It really was soaked. In reality, it would have leaked if she had stayed in bed much longer. “Well so are you!” she said, pointing at Meg.

“Hmmm yes, no one is denying that,” Meg said, examining her own padding. “Come on, let’s go get changed and shower. I have plans for the day!” She got out of the bed and dragged her girlfriend by the hand toward the bathroom.

“Plans!? What plans!?” Zoey called as she was dragged. It seemed HER plans of a morning in bed and a day relaxing while nursing her aching head were forgotten. “Slow down! My head is killing me!”
“Aww, does da poow widdle baby ha a hangover? Da poo widdle baby is a wightweight!” Meg said teasingly as she held Zoey’s head close to hers. “Don’t worry baby, Mommy knows how to help with baby’s hangovers.”

With that, she shoved Zoey backwards into the shower and turned the water on cold. Zoey shrieked and tried to block the water, but Meg grabbed the shower head and kept spraying her. Zoey looked at her and whimpered.

“There, feel better?” Meg asked.

Zoey nodded slowly.

“Good. Well then, you know what to do. Off comes the padding!” she reached towards a surprised Zoey and untapped her diaper, letting it fall down.

“HEY! A little warning first Meg!” Zoey shouted.

“Huh it does seem that the little girl has more energy now. A bit feisty even. Maybe she’ll need a spanking to calm her down… No?” she said as Zoey’s eyes went open and she shook her head. “Then you’ll be a good baby as mommy cleans you?”

Zoey nodded, and let Meg clean her. It wasn’t too bad, and she did need it after a night in a well-used diaper. Anyway, she knew it would be her turn next.

As predicted, Meg entered the shower next. Zoey happily removed her padding and cleaned her head to toe.

Once they were both clean, they left the shower and dried each other off. Afterwards, Meg got out a thick white diaper and baby powder. She sat down and let Zoey happily powder and diaper her.
She returned to the closet where their diapers were stored.

“Awww,” she said teasingly “It looks like this is the only diaper left for poor little Zoey.” She held up an extra thick diaper decorated with pink teddy bears. It was the kind made specifically for infantalists, and one they normally kept for special occasions when they knew no one would be around.

Zoey blushed. “What!? I don’t want to wear that! I’m certainly not wearing it in public… please?”
“Well it’s all that’s left, and I’m CERTAINLY NOT letting you go undiapered in public. Could you imagine the mess?” Meg said, imitating Zoey’s voice.

“That’s not… That’s not…” Zoey was at a loss for words.

“Uh huh. Tell me you don’t love it.”

“I… I…” Zoey couldn’t bring herself to say she didn’t love it. The truth was, it was her favourite brand.

“Alright baby girl. Let’s get your pampers on. You belong in baby diapers anyway.”

Zoey sat down and let herself get diapered, blushing the entire time. Once they were done, Meg got dressed in a long shirt and baggy pants that easily hid her padding. Zoey, however, wasn’t quite as lucky.

“You want me to dress like this!? In PUBLIC!?” Zoey said, blushing at the outfit Meg had pulled over her head. It consisted of a short spaghetti strap shirt and even shorter skirt. The shirt left her midriff exposed, and she had to pull her skirt up extra high to hide her diaper. However, that left the bottom of her pattern dangerously close to becoming visible every time she moved. Worse still, it was tight enough to make the bulge of her padding obvious. Anyone who saw her would either assume she had an unnaturally large and round bottom, or guess the nature of her embarrassing underwear.

“Yes, why not? You look cute! And oh so pretty,” Meg said, winking. She dragged the fidgeting little girl behind her. They both had breakfast in the kitchen, taking turns feeding each other and laughing. Finally Meg told Zoey her plans for the day.

“That’s it!? That’s all you wanted!?” Zoey asked, surprised.

“Yes, why? What did you expect?” Meg responded, smiling mischievously.

“Well… I guess I expected something more… embarrassing.” Zoey blushed remembering some of the previous ‘plans’ Meg had made. Most involved extremely public places where her diapers were constantly inches away from being the center of attention. Trampoline land, the water park, slide world, the zip line and rope swing park… Countless opportunities for one well timed glance to expose their padding. The short skirts she wore to all except the water park made it even more dangerous, especially when Meg insisted she was the first to climb every ladder, get bounced on every trampoline, or go down every slide. The completely exposed swim diaper she had worn to the water park was another level all together, no matter how much Meg insisted it looked like a regular swim suit.

And that wasn’t even the half of it. There was a particularly embarrassing dance class where she ended up shaking her diapered rear in pink tights to the amusement of all around her. The same got repeated in a tutu at a ballet class, and at rhumba, and at tango in a short dress, and at punk dancing in short shorts, and at cardio kick boxing in booty shorts. There were also many occasions where she had realized the drink Meg had given her ‘helped’ her use her diapers in unfortunate places. Like a three hour train ride where Meg had ‘accidently’ forgot to bring spare padding.  It was thrilling, she admitted, and usually resulted in VERY fun nights. However, it was also painfully embarrassing. They way Meg had been acting, insisting she wear the printed diapers and short skirt while Meg had the baggy pants, Zoey was convinced that would be it again.

This, however, was nothing like that. It was suspiciously innocent. They were going for a walk in the park. Nothing too public, nothing too embarrassing. DEFINITLY suspicious.

But, that was the plan, and they left right after breakfast. The couple held hands as they walked through their neighborhood. Meg walked confidently, smiling and waving at as many people as she could. Zoey was somewhat less confident, following sheepishly a half step behind Meg, waving quickly while trying to keep her huggies well hidden. They stopped for ice cream on the way, and ate it happily as they walked, taking turns feeding each other spoonfuls.

They arrived at the park, and began walking along the trails. Zoey loved it here. The countless green trees, the fresh air, the little critters running around… and best of all, only a few people who may see her childish undergarments. She often wondered how Meg was always so confident, even cocky while wearing the same embarrassing garments. Of course, Meg wasn’t also wearing a ridiculously short skirt and top.

“Here, this is where I wanted to go,” Meg said, and pulled Zoey onto a side path. The trail turned from a well trodden and broad gravel lane to a narrow dirt footpath. Leaves and branches brushed against Zoey as she was dragged between the ever close trees.

“Wh.. OW! What are we doing here?” a desperate Zoey asked as a branch hit her face.

“Ill show you” Meg said. She took her a bit further into the woods then stopped. She turned around and put her face inches from Zoey’s.

“Now, my little diaper girl, we are alone.” Meg said. Zoey looked around. It certainly was true, to a degree. There was no one on the same path, but the wider trail was within eye sight.

“So… we can have a bit more fun,” Meg continued. She put a hand on Zoey’s diapered bottom and began rubbing it. At the same time, she took Zoey’s hand and placed it on her behind, encouraging the smaller girl to rub her padding. Both girls smiled as they patted each other.

“And…” Meg said, bringing her face even closer to Zoey’s face. “We can do naughty things, things that we both know we want, but we don’t want others to see.” Zoey could feel Meg’s breath on her flushed face and in her gaping mouth. “Things that we always wanted to do whenever we felt like, even in public, but couldn’t…”  Her lips were almost brushing Zoey’s. “Things like… this.”

With that, she pulled off Zoey’s skirt and backed away. Zoey was so shocked it took her a second to realize what had happened. While Meg was teasing her and distracting her, she had undone the buttons on her skirt. Now she held It in her hands, and Meg’s teddy bear pampers were clearly exposed.

“Come on, let’s go” Meg said, grabbing Zoey’s hand again and pulling her along the path. The path ran parallel to the main trail, keeping them far enough to be somewhat hidden but close enough for peering eyes.

“Wha… what did you do!? Give me that back!!!” Zoey said, reaching for her skirt.

Meg held the skirt aloft as high as she could. Since she was taller than Zoey, this made it essentially inaccessible despite Zoey’s hopping. “Haha keep your voice up diaper butt, that will keep people away.” Meg said teasingly.

Zoey blushed and lowered herself, looking along the path to see if anyone noticed. Finally she looked back at Meg. “Alright,” she said “what do I have to do to get my skirt back?”

“Well, as far as I can tell, you are just a little diaper girl. Its perfectly natural for a baby like you to be walking along in cute widdle teddy bear diapies. There is no reason to cover them at all. However, if there was something IN your diaper that might make it embarrassing, or give my a reason to cover them, I might reconsider.”

“So… you want me to mess my diapers? Here?” Zoey said in a quite voice.

“Let me put it this way, baby girl. You aren’t getting your skirt back if your diapers are clean.”
“But… but that’s not fair!!!” Zoey complained.

“Whining little girl? Is that supposed to convince me you don’t belong in diapers? Or is it you want me to spank you, because somehow that will make sure no one notices us? Look, this path turns around and runs right back into our neighbourhood. You have until then to make the decision.” With that, she began walking along the path again, pulling Zoey with her.

Zoey walked as best she could, constantly glancing around to make sure no one was watching. She had to admit, she had never been so excited. Actually walking along, practically in public, with her diapers exposed? And the printed teddy bear diapers at that!? It was like a dream come true and a nightmare at the same time. She loved it, and hated it, and loved that she hated it, and hated that she loved it.

Playfully, she reached over and spanked Meg’s own diapered butt.

“OOO naughty girl” Meg laughed, and returned the spank. Zoey responded by grabbing Meg’s diaper and rubbing it against her.

Soon they were both laughing, playfully patting and grabbing each other as they walked along. The stopped for a moment, almost wrestling as they grappled for a good grasp on the other’s bottom. They shared a kiss and hugged each other tightly. Finally they began walking again, each resting a hand on the other’s padding.

“Hmmm…. Looks like we are almost home. Seems like SOMEONE was a decision to make,” Meg said teasingly.

Zoey gasped. She hadn’t realized how long they had been walking for! The end of the path was in sight, and beyond that she’d be back in suburbia. At this rate, she would be walking by those houses with her diaper completely visible to all her neighbors.

She looked down at her stomach. She really did need to go, and had since breakfast. She wondered if Meg had put something in her drink, though the eggs and coffee they ate would probably have been enough.

She closed her eyes and pushed. It came easily enough, she had done this many times before and was used to the feeling of filling her pampers. A line of mush came out of her, caking her bottom and inflating the padding behind her. She shifted uncomfortably as she walked, feeling the slime slide around in the diaper. Meg was smiling knowingly, having felt the girl mess with her hand still resting on her bottom.

“Well then stinky pants, I’m sure glad we put you in those diapers, aren’t you! Especially glad we used the extra thick ones.” Meg pressed Zoey’s diaper, mushing the mess against her and rubbing it in.

She whimpered, humiliated, and leaned close to Meg.

“Meg?” she said. My… my skirt?”

“Yes? What about your skirt?”

“You said I’d get it back if I messed.”

“Did I? I don’t remember saying that. I remember saying you WOULDN’T get it back if you DIDN’t mess, but that doesn’t mean you just stop being a baby if you fill your diapers. That doesn’t make sense at all, does it?”

Zoey was practically in tears. “Bu… but Meg!!! You can’t do that!!!’

“Shhhh… “ Meg said, lightly kissing Zoey’s lips then resting her finger on them. “Don’t worry about it. Here.”

She stopped walking. She turned to face the whimpering girl, took both of her hands, and placed them on her own bottom. She kissed Zoey again, then let out a grunt. Zoey felt Meg fill her own diapers, just like she had a moment again. Zoey watched as Meg took off her own pants and handed them to Zoey.

“There, now we are even. Well, almost,” Zoey said, noticing the lack of teddy bear prints on her own diaper and the long shirt which almost covered her diaper. “Anyway, that’s all just details. Let’s get home.”

Meg dragged a bewildered and reluctant Zoey right out of the forest and into the neighborhood. She walked down the same familiar streets, with houses on either side. They walked through streets where everyone they knew lived, both with no pants and messy diapers wiggling behind them. Zoey covered her face and squeezed her eyes the entire time, waiting for a laugh, or a comment, or even a whistle.

Surprisingly, none came. Meg took Zoey inside their own house, and collapsed laughing against the wall. Zoey looked at her, completely pale and eyes in tears.

“Wha… What happened? How come no one said anything?!” Zoey asked.

Zoey stood up, held her in both arms and kissed her. “Silly baby. There was a town meeting today. Everyone was gone when we came back. Didn’t you read the newspaper?” She backed away again, overcome with laughter at Zoey’s expression.

“You… YOU MEANIE!!! That wasn’t nice at all! I almost cried!” Zoey said, hammering her hand into Meg’s back. At the same time, she was smiling wildly, both from relief and the thrill of the entire situation.

“Alright, calm down their stinky girl” Meg said teasingly, grabbing both Zoey’s hands and pulling her close. “How about this. We both go upstairs, you give me a little dance as an apology for trying to hit me, then we both get changed and have a little more fun. Sound good Little Miss Potty Pants?”

Zoey smiled and nodded.

Both the girls ran up the stairs into their bedroom. Once there, Meg sat down in a chair with a squish, folded her legs and faced Zoey. Zoey took her shirt off. She began dancing slowly, wiggling her bum towards Meg. She got faster and faster, sticking the brown padding out further and further behind her. She backed up towards Meg, rubbing her diaper against her as Meg smiled contently and patted her bottom. Finally, she settled in Meg’s lap and kissed her.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Hmmm I think I fell in love with you all over again. Next time keep your messy bottom further from my face, ok stinky pants?” Meg responded teasingly.

Zoey laughed and rubbed her bottom against Meg’s lap, then brought her diaper up again and briefly shook it in Meg’s face. Meg laughed and turned away, landing a swat on Zoey’s bottom. Zoey let out a yelp and settled again into her lap, still wiggling her diapered butt. They kissed deeply.

“So, did I earn a change?” Zoey asked.

“Hmmm… yes, I think you did. And I think I know someone who wants to change you, and may need one
of her own.” Meg replied.

Zoey giggled and took her hand. They both ran off toward the bathroom to be changed.
written as part of an art trade with whydoineedaname123.deviantart.… who requested a continuation of the story posted here: www.dailydiapers.com/board/ind…. The characters belong to whydoineednaname and the original story was by theunthinker.deviantart.com/

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Whispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'

I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
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Author's Comment:

This is the second piece for RANDOM WEEK.

Since no two pieces can have the same theme, I decided that humor was done yesterday and therefore the opposite of that would be something deliciously morbid. So I went with a rewrite of one of my older works 'Vinashuka'

The word itself was just something I thought up (though apparently it does have a meaning in...Swahilli i think? Oh well)

Enjoy the darkness!

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
A Parody of Romance - [link]
In Service to Morgana - [link]
She Waits For Me - [link]
Barely Breathing - [link]

Other Prose by Me:
Sanguine Chapter 1 - Release 4 - [link]
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard, Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]
Mercenary Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]
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There are many things which transcend the norms of reality. There is supernatural activity, spiritual energy, and a collection of different entities which exist or are thought to exist in this world. Some of these are felt by direct contact, while others require nothing of the sort. Some bring about strong emotions within the minds of sensible human beings, while others are so passive that they are blatantly ignored, even when they are right in front of our eyes. Whatever it may be, there are some forces which exist which cannot be heavily described by anyone. Well, at least anyone living on Earth, with their own visible attributes in front of anyone and everyone. There were some beings in this world which could not be seen, but somehow be mysteriously felt and personified by the normal living souls of Earth. These beings had their own mystical powers, sent from the very skies above to spread their tidings among the denizens below them. They use these powers for good, spreading faith, good tidings, charity, and most of all, happiness, to the people of this luscious green and blue sphere. The messengers of this common faith were known as angels, and their job is to preserving the sanctity and fragility of life on this planet, and to create an everlasting bond with all people which would hopefully begin an era of peace lost long ago.

The Angel's Assembly, or the AA, as some younger angels call it, is an organization based around creating the perfect types of angels, those who swear their loyalty to the almighty Cupid, the Greek god of love and affection who set up this establishment many years before. As societies and languages changed, his philosophy of love and tolerance was one which never died with time. He set the example which all of those aspiring to be angels wanted to follow.

Some angels were granted the right to join upon death, their souls escaping their earthbound bodies and gaining entrance into the sacred lands above. Some were allowed by passage of birth, proving their own worth by being bloodline descendants of the gods themselves. Either way, the road to becoming a legitimate angel is nothing easily obtained, no matter what advantage was at your disposal.

In a shining, magnificent complex with pillars seemingly scraping the very roof of the cosmos, the perfect example was about to be determined. There has apparently been a growing serge of trouble looming through this tightly-formed community, all because of the actions of a single person. You'd begin to think that such events would be caused by a towering and menacing figure, but your assumptions would be stopped dead in their tracks. Instead, all of this mischief was caused by a single girl, a lone girl peaking nowhere above her teens.

Currently, she was needed to attend a meeting with the official running the women's portion of the organization (which so happened to be more vastly populated than the male side). There had been an accident which had occurred previously, caused completely by her and no other angel. Many knew what happened to the girl, but not the circumstances surrounding it. Whatever it was, it was going to be addressed at some point soon, as flocks of giddy women approached near the sides of the front entrance. Nothing but the sounds of whispers and slight chuckles could be heard coming from the lips of these white-winged angels, knowing that the soon-to-be wrong-doer was going to get what was coming to her.

Soon enough, the girls hopes were fulfilled, as a figure came fluttering from some wispy clouds in the distance. Once the slight patch was brushed away from her, her image became clear to all of them: she had ebony, black hair, its length flowing down to her shoulders. Above her head was a bright and vivid ring, a halo to indicate that she was indeed an angel. She had the most glowing ocean-blue eyes, and the innocent complexion of a young girl. She wore a white shirt to cover her young bust and a light-blue jacket above that. Behind that were two small, feathered wings sprouting from her back. She sported a skirt, the same patch of blue as her jacket which went down to cover her knees. She was wearing long, white boots, the same milky white as her wings and plain shirt.

Now she was currently being escorted by two women to the main office of this portion of the embassy. Two women, both dressed in solid white robes and their hoods slung over their heads held each of Alyssa's arms, keeping her close so she wouldn't attempt to make a break for it. Knowing her submissiveness, however, she wouldn't even think of doing something so foolish. Instead of being an ignored figure, she was now the laughing stock of everyone who stood or floated near the entrance way, girls pointing and giggling as the large doors were opened. They began to mutter things that Alyssa could not understand at all. It was as if they knew what she had done and of the consequences she would now have to face.

Now inside the building, a thin, white hallway was the first sight to be seen, leading almost endlessly in Alyssa's eyes to another large door at the end. She would now have to go through the passage where many open doors would greet her along the way. Almost all of these rooms were occupied by new angels being trained to become one. However, upon the sight of the girl being brought down to the end of the hallway, some girls stopped what they were doing and proceeded to do the same as the girls at the front entrance. Soon, the hall was filled with the sound of constant laughs, some girls following behind the younger girl and giving her degrading remarks. It seemed that every person at the AA was now fully aware of what had happened before.

As they arrived at the end of the hallway, the door was opened, a harsh light emanating from the growing gap. Once it was all the way open, the two guards hoisted the girl up, their eyes trained to see through this piercing light. Upon being lifted from the ground, Alyssa was now slung into the room, where she landed face-first on the thin carpet. Before she could turn to exit, the door was slammed shut. Alyssa now tried to scratch and crawl her way out of the room, only to have the sound of someone clearing their throat to indicate that Alyssa's attention was needed. Upon turning and adjusting her eyes to the light, she now stood in front of the workspace of the superior of this establishment, the Grand Angel herself. However, she wasn't greeted by a face, rather a simple, plain desk and the back of a rolling chair, the back rest being too tall to make out any sort of figure.

"Alyssa… have a seat." The womanly voice behind the chair requested. The girl, upon recognizing the voice, slowly eased herself to take a seat in front of the desk. Upon hearing the sound of the shifting couch, the voice continued on. "Now… it's come to my attention that we've run into… a bit of mishaps with you over the last few weeks. I've been keeping a rather steady eye on your process, and I must say it's not looking too good from what sort of work ethic you've given…"

The girl, having a voice, finally decided to speak out considering that a lack of would show even more weakness on her part. "Ms… I really didn't mean it this time… I swear…" Alyssa slightly pleaded.

"First off… you can go ahead and cut the 'Ms.' shit, Alyssa." The woman barked, now starting to tilt the chair over to finally face the girl. Her appearance could be easily noted by members of the AA, men and women's division: she had the lightest blue eyes, covered by a pair of glasses whose lenses drooped below her actual eyes. She had ruby-red lipstick over her puffed-out lips, and literally no make-up to cover up her beautiful face. She wore nothing but brilliant, white dress clothes, those which easily complimented her womanly features. Above all, she had the longest wings of anyone Alyssa had ever known, taking up almost the entire backrest of the huge chair she was sitting in. "My name is Grace. What is my name?"

"It's… it's Grace…" Alyssa muttered, feeling scolded now by not even saying the woman's name right. It was rather contradicting that this was the woman's name, as she had the reputation for being a major bitch. At one point in time, she personally ripped an angel's wings straight off of her body because she accidently spilt coffee on the floor of Grace's office.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over your mumbling." Grace teased.

"It's Grace." Alyssa said louder, but with just as much frailness in her voice as the time before.

"That's… somewhat better. Now tell me, Alyssa, can you tell me how many times now you have been in my office?"

"E… eleven."

"What was that? I swore I could have heard-"

"Twelve." Alyssa quickly corrected herself.

"There we go… now tell me, how many times have you been in my office in the last… oh, I don't know… month or so?" Grace eagerly asked, already knowing the answer.

"T… twelve." Alyssa responded, now garnering a chuckle from the dominant figure in front of her.

"Very good, Alyssa! Or in your case… very bad. Now it's come to the direct attention of the Angel's Association that there has been a string of mishaps occurring around the world, ones which can be tied to one certain symbol. Do you have any idea what sort of symbol this would be?" Grace asked, inching up to the edge of her seat and easing her elbow onto her desk, a knuckle propping her chin up.

"I… I really don't know, Grace…" Alyssa said, really having no clue as to what "symbol" the woman was talking about.

Before Alyssa could further question it, Grace shuffled through the compartments of her desk, pulling out a portfolio which contained Alyssa's photograph and her first name on the front. Without giving her a moment to wonder what she was doing, Grace literally chucked it at her face, the front cover smacking against her and causing it to land directly in her lap. "Look over it and find something that you notice." She said, resting back into her chair.

Alyssa now did so, opening the portfolio and finding a few stills of flash photography attached by a paperclip. Removing the paperclip, she now held the pictures in her hand and started to shuffle through them. Upon looking further into it, all of these pictures represented instances of missions she had been on before, and of the strange things which happened due to certain mistakes she made herself. In every picture she noticed, however, she saw the very same thing; planted on whatever thing she annihilated, or whatever beast she conjured, or whatever bad thing she had caused by mistake, there was the same shape in the same color posted somewhere: a red heart.

"Give it here." Grace now demanded, as Alyssa now stopped examining the files and photos and clipped the pictures back to the folder. Handing it back to the woman, the girl was quickly stopped. "No, I said give it here. You know what I want, Alyssa."

Placing the portfolio now on the desk, Alyssa was honestly wondering what the woman intended by this. "I… I really don't know what you mean by-"

"Alyssa, quit your stifling and give me the damn staff!" Grace ordered in a harsh tone, causing the poor girl to slightly flinch in her seat. With that demeanor, she now knew clearly what she wanted: her magical staff, the one given to her when she was a very young child. Standing up, she now dug through the belt she wore under her long skirt, going to the back to pull out an object which stuck out like a sore thumb underneath her outfit. Undoing it from the belt, she pulled it from out under her skirt: from the looks of it, it was but a simple, white rod, basically the length of a baton. However, it took a small bit of Alyssa's power to channel this stick's true potential. With a slight flash of light coming from the arm in which she grabbed it, the object started to lightly glow, before extending in both size and thickness. On top of that, it started to grow a tip at an alarming rate, shaping into several different figures: at first it formed a candy-red heart, followed by small, white wings jutting from the sides, and finally a tiny, yellow halo gently floating above it and following every movement the head made. With the staff now fully extended and able for use, Alyssa did what was expected of her and handed over the magical item to Grace. As Alyssa once again took her seat, Grace clutched the mid-section of the long and slender staff, examining its features and gently rubbing the headpiece of it.

"Alyssa… what is this?" The woman asked, now placing the bottom of the staff on the ground and again resting her chin on another piece of scenery, this time being the item held firmly in her grasp.

"It's… it's my staff…"  Alyssa once again anxiously replied.

"Come again?"

"It's my staff."

"Is it now? As far as I'm aware of, this is but a child's play thing for you, Alyssa. Or am I sorely mistaken by this?" As this question was rather self-explanatory, Alyssa did not answer, but instead tilted her head down as the woman took stabs at her with the way she spoke. "Indeed this is a staff, but it's just not being used for the purpose it was originally intended for. You do know what that is, right?"

Alyssa simply stood silent for a moment, not because she was embarrassed, but because she could not remember the damn chant she had learned upon getting the thing! Now how did it go again? The staff of Cupid is big and… nice? The staff of Cupid is long and… slender? Alyssa could not remember the entire message by heart, even after having it for so many years.

Grace raised an eyebrow due to the lack of a response. "Come on, Alyssa, you must know the chant of Cupid's staff, now do you?"

"I… I do…"

"Then go on, say it." Grace challenged her, now taking the staff and propping it up against a wall.

Alyssa now sat, starting to allow her thoughts to collect as she started to piece together the first line of the chant. "The staff of Cupid… holds the key…"

"To all hearts and desires…" Grace now added in, seeing that the girl was obviously struggling. With this line out of the way, both girls were able to continue in almost unison:

"It must be tamed by a wielder fair
Who shall yield to a power higher."

"Good." Grace said, in a slightly mocking tone. "But… it seems you've been going against this sacred motto. Have you used staff for its intended purpose, of trying to spread love and promote happiness?"

Considering the woman was not going to let up, Alyssa might as well answer the questions in a manner that she would want to hear. "…no." She weakly replied, though enough for her voice to be heard.  She was only going to respond based on what the woman wanted to hear, as going against it would result in immediate backlash.

"Do you yield yourself to a higher power, that being of your own bloodline, Cupid?"

Unfortunately, this fact was true. She was in Cupid's immediate family, meaning she had the right to claim his property. He had chosen to give this staff to whoever he deemed worthy, but for some strange reason, he chose her above anyone else in his family. The worst part of having this responsibility was in knowing she failed time and time again. "No."

"So in question, does that make you a fair wielder?"

Alyssa stopped for a moment after hearing this question, as nothing else said so simply could have captivated her attention quite like this. Was she really a terrible wielder? She had made bad mistakes, but was it to the point where she could do almost nothing? Was this the point Grace was trying to get across? Her head tilted down in complete shame, Alyssa looked down to the white carpet which rubbed against her shoes, blushing with embarrassment as she knew the answer herself.

"No? That's exactly what I thought." Grace chuckled, now bringing the stick back into its original, shortened form and placing it on a spot on the empty top of the desk. "Now do you understand that all of these marks have come from the direct misuse of that staff you had with you?"

"I… I knew that." Replied Alyssa.

"Are you certain about that? Do you understand that you have done the very negative of what this should be used for?"

"I understand that, miss-"

"Grace." The larger angel again corrected, causing Alyssa to nervously rest back into her chair as she was stopped in mid-sentence. "This is intended for purposes of only good, and it appears that you have stretched its power for far too long. If only Cupid were still around to see you…"

"Actually, he is. He's… kind of a god. Immortal, can't die and all…" Alyssa replied, still in the same uncompromising position.

"Alyssa… shut up and listen for once. Now I've been a lot less strict on you simply because of that reason: you are of his family and therefore must be treated as such, that and the bare fact that you are still but a mere child. The typical amount of strikes I have against a regular person is three, but seeing as how you are less experienced, I decided to be generous and bump it up to ten for you due to your position. However, I gave you one last chance after you hit over the ten strike mark. Once you went past that and finally crossed the line, I could no longer help you or give any second chances. You were lucky that I've shown you such leniency over the last few weeks, but it's really about time where your luck runs out and you must face facts. This day was coming and you knew it."

Alyssa could not deny this fact herself, no matter how much she wanted to try and disprove it. She had been on a downward spiral since her very first mission, and in her first failure she could not rebound from it. She had no luck in trying to make up, for indeed she had made too many mistakes to be forgiven this time. It was only fitting whatever would happen to her, whatever punishment this may be.

"I… I understand, m… I mean, Grace. I am so very sorry for everything that I have done, I never knew that everything would have led me to this point. I hope I can be forgiven for it…" Alyssa gloomily apologized, her face hung down and not making any sort of contact with the woman sitting in front of her.

Instead of show the little girl sympathy, the woman had to do exactly one of the things that her job entitled: punish those did not do as instructed. Even if the girl really did not mean to do any harm (as her very innocent and peaceful appearance indicated), action still needed to be taken. "Well, now with explaining this, I must now begin to explain what sort of punishment you'll have to be facing. First off, lie down on the table."

Alyssa was slightly confused with this direction, as it was so randomly given to her. "Grace, what do you mean by-"

"I mean take your ass, plant it on this desk and lie down on your back. Do you need a demonstration?" However, before Grace could do so, Alyssa simply did as she was told without question, sitting upon the top of Grace's empty desk and lying down so she was facing up. She had enough room to fully stretch out considering that her body spanned the whole length of the desk.  "Very good, now, are you aware of this type of punishment?"

"I, um, I'm not, Grace…"

"Well, you see, I've discovered that girls between the ages of 10-15 are psychologically developing, starting to have changes within them and having a mindset of growing their own independence. However, you have single-handedly destroyed buildings, ruined lives, and tarnished the reputation of angels and everything they stand for, all by yourself and without any sort of supervision. Therefore, the first thing to do… is to strip you of that independence." The woman now started to undo the girl's boots, placing them on the ground next to her. She then lifted Alyssa's bottom for a moment to pull her skirt, placing her back down on the desk with her white, lace panties in plain sight.

As this alone was embarrassing enough, the next part would be which would set the girl off. Going towards her hips, Grace now started to slide the girl's panties down her legs, as she was now being literally stripped by her. Alyssa, upon seeing this, quickly took her hands to cover her now exposed womanhood, blushing horrendously. "What… what are you doing?! This is just-"

Before she could finish her statement, Grace shushed her by placing her index finger upon her lips. With silence, the woman continued what she was doing before, forcefully putting the girl's arms back to her sides. "First off, no talking without being addressed first, either that or when you are in dire need of something. Now, stay silent and let me explain." The woman said, now completely removing the girl's panties and placing them in a drawer behind her desk. "You see, in your own independence, you have clearly shown that you show no restraint whatsoever. It makes you capable of doing childish things, those which put lives in jeopardy. As you lack this restraint and continuously slip up time after time, you will be treated with more… intensive care." As the woman said this, she went down to her dresser and shuffled through the drawers, now managing to pull out two items: what appeared to be a shaker of baby powder and clearly a small, plastic bag, one which read "Crinkle Puffs" on the front. What made this package significant was that it contained the only brand of disposable diapers specifically for angels. Alyssa knew about this very clearly because even at age 5, she was still wearing a much smaller version of the diaper at night for special issues that she had. Ripping the bag open, the womanly angel pulled out one diaper and unfolded it, now starting to place it under the girl's legs.

"What… what… what…" Alyssa continuously stuttered, not knowing what to think currently.

"Stop your mumbling and listen. To put it simply for you, you have been a bad girl, Alyssa. This punishment is to strip you of your independence and assure that you can no longer do any harm. After all, what's more symbolic to this than having someone to treat you as the immature little child you have been acting as?" Grace now took the powder from the shaker, lifting the girl's legs up and applying it gently to her skin. Once this was finished, she took the front of the diaper and covered it over the girl's lower body, taking the tapes and wrapping them around to connect with the front. She did all of this in a very calm and collected manner, much like a mother changing her baby into a fresh diaper. With the undergarment fastened to her legs, Grace slightly smiled and sat the girl up herself.

Upon being lifted, Alyssa immediately covered her diaper up with her skirt. She was now fully aware of the degrading form of punishment being imposed upon her by the woman. There was no way she could prevent it, as it was previously mentioned to her that something like this was inevitable. However, she could at least try to prevent this disgraceful image of herself from being shown to any unwanted eyes. Her skirt was long enough to cover up the actual diaper, but could not do much to cover up the bulk which was slightly noticeable. It was at least consoling enough to know it would not be directly seen.

Upon seeing the girl do this, Grace simply smiled and stood her up on her two feet. "No no, Alyssa, we can't be having you try to hide from your punishment." Grace now pointed one finger at the girl's skirt, and from that, a cloud of smoke started to flow. The stream now slowly started to envelop the girl's upper legs, and a few seconds passed until the spiraled cloud dissipated. Upon clearing, it now left a drastic change in the length of Alyssa's skirt, going up so high that even the very tapes of her diaper could be seen. Alyssa stood her ground, her face as red as a cherry trying to pull her skirt down far enough to cover up the padding. No matter how hard she tried, though, it was impossible to do.

"Now, let's get down to business. There are now a few ground rules that need to be established first. First and foremost, see that right there? That's your diaper, and I know that you know what it was made for." Grace said.

"Y… yes, they're used to hold my p-"

"Don't say it, I think you get the idea. Anyway, that is their purpose. I intend for you to use them in that manner."

"You, you don't mean…"

"Oh I mean. I mean you will use your diaper whenever you have to. The regular bathrooms here are off limits for you, because you will be wearing your bathroom at all times. You should not ever have to worry about trying to make an attempt at trying to go on your own, either; I will be following you and therefore be watching your every move."

Alyssa could not bare this sort of thought; did she REALLY have to use her diapers? Would she really have to stoop so low as to crapping her pants out in public? Even if no human could actually see anything she did, it was still embarrassing to have that thought in mind and to have to stoop so very low. Then another thought came into her mind; how exactly would Grace be able to watch her and manage to maintain her duties? It would not be possible considering that she'd have to split herself into two beings, something which no angel had the ability to do, not even more powerful ones such as Grace. "But wait, if you're always going to be with me, then how-"

"How will I be able to maintain my position here?" Grace intercepted the girl's next words, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "Well considering that there are many others here who fit the leadership role rather well, they will be my stand-ins while we are both away on certain missions. Speaking of which, you may need this back." Grace looked back to the retracted staff. She gripped onto it and prepared to return it to Alyssa, but before she handed it back, she thought of something and immediately brought it back. "Well, considering you won't be a big girl for a while now, maybe this would be a bit too much for you to handle. I have a solution." Grace, with the staff in hand, now started to surround her hand with the same mystical tufts of cloud that she did earlier with Alyssa's skirt. Once this was gone, out emerged something entirely different; the staff was very much shorter than before, intended to be carried with one hand. However, it had the same features at the head as the longer version before the transformation; the same heart, the miniature wings sprouting from the sides, and a halo atop which followed every movement. The only difference was how childish this looked, everything bloated and made of plastic instead of legitimate materials.

"Since you were using your staff as a toy before, I made a slight modification to fit your current state; this holds some of the same powers as the fully-extended staff, but I have control over how it may be used. I therefore have the ability to flip your magic supply on and off whenever I please. When it's off, you'll still find use in it, however; it makes a fairly decent rattle." Upon saying that, the woman lightly shook it, producing a rattling noise. She now handed the toy to Alyssa, who simply blushed and held onto it with one hand. "Now listen carefully; I have already contacted members of your family about this, and all of them agree that certain steps needed to be taken. Therefore, you will be under my care as long as this shall last. I will personally assign missions to you, most of them being fairly simple to teach you the basics of how everything works. Let's just say… I'm teaching a baby to learn how to walk again." Grace smirked at her own random pun, making the little Alyssa blush and sulk more. "Oh, and speaking of which, the diaper and being watched will not be the only stipulations; I shall provide you with everything you need: your food, your drinks, your shelter, your diapers, obviously, and everything else which will be needed. You can basically say that I will fill the position of your mother. I will always be watching over you to insure that nothing bad comes to or from you."

Alyssa was slightly shocked by this last statement, as she already HAD a mother, at least theoretically considering a man and woman were needed to birth a child. She never knew her mother, for some strange reason.  She was somewhere, though.

Grace now took a bag from the bottom drawer of the dresser, one currently stocked with supplies that she would need to uphold this punishment. The bag was slightly dusty, though; it had been a reasonable amount of time since something like this was imposed upon anyone. The woman now slung the strap of the bag over her right shoulder, proceeding to walk towards the girl and lift her up into her arms with a more tender approach. "And please, feel free to call me 'mommy' if you do so wish, Alyssa. I have a notable history of your background."

"O… okay, m… mommy." The little girl was extremely timid at this point, not knowing that this older angel would do something like this so quickly. She didn't realize, however, that this was another one of Grace's tactics to make the punishment seem more effective. She was trying her damned hardest to comply with the woman's wishes, as she was currently not in the mood of having her little wings clipped.

"Good. Now, let's say we get you outside so you can play with the younglings, shall we? After that, I feel you could really fancy a nap." Grace said, now starting to walk towards the door, Alyssa cradled in her arms and the bag being held by the older angel.

"But, but, what about the others? What are they going to-"Before Alyssa could ramble on, Grace quickly shuffled through the bag and found a light-red pacifier with a white nipple. She slapped it into the girl's mouth to get her to stop talking for even the shortest amount of time. Upon having it slapped into her mouth, Alyssa instinctively tried to spit it out. As she bloated her cheeks, the binky would not come out. Even trying to blow and try to force it out proved useless. It seemed to be fused between her lips, preventing it from being ripped out of its current place.

"Now you don't have to worry about the others. Pay them no mind." Grace simply said, now starting to walk outside with one hand pressing to open the door. Upon opening it, the area seemed to grow much dimmer, very contrasting to the light she had become so adjusted to in this small space. Once it was all the way open, both Grace and Alyssa were greeted by the sight of dozens of girls, most of them around the same age group as Alyssa herself. Upon seeing a rattle, pacifier and diaper combo, they started their childish laughter, pointing and teasing the girl as Grace carried her down through the hallway which Alyssa once passed. Door to door, girls flocked in front of and behind her to get a perfect view of such a comical sight.

Alyssa was left with nothing upon exiting the room. She had no dignity, no respect, and no pride to any longer call her own. Everything was pulled from her the instant her panties were removed in Grace's office and replaced with this overbearing diaper. She would now have to grow accustomed to living this sort of life again, one where she would have to be pampered and treated like the little baby she grew out of being a long time ago. The pressure would only be added by all of these people judging her every move at every single step of the way. It would be difficult to repress such thoughts from her mind, so currently, Alyssa did the only thing she could do at this point; breathing through her nose, she started to suckle on her pacifier, making slight noises as she did so. It would be a first step to help her get used to living this way, after all.
*WARNING. READ DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING STORY*

If you are NOT fond of content revolving around forced diapering TB/DL or AB/DL material, be advised that this story contains just that.

This story is based off of a character developed by :icongenericpetname: named Alyssa, being the girl in the image you see above the story. The character DOES NOT belong to me.


Anyway, here's a quick overview:
Alyssa, a young angel whose body represents that of a young girl, is an angel doing missions for an organization known as the Angels Association. She however has been having some major issues over the past few weeks, being a part of a string of mishaps occurring around the world. She will now have to endure her first step of punishment by the head of this organization, a womanly angel by the name of Grace, who has a specific punishment in mind that has not been used in a very long time.

I hope you guys enjoy, especially to :icongenericpetname:. I appreciate all that you've done, you're an amazing artist and a great friend. ^_^

The character Alyssa and art of Alyssa belongs to :icongenericpetname:

The character Grace and this work of fiction belongs to :iconthelonegrunt:
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Andy had just had another fight with his wife, she said he was distant, that he never talked to her, of course he didn't, to him she was a piece of meat, a trophy to be admired, he whished she would just shut up and know her place.

It was dark; he did what he always did to calm down. He went for a "walk" this "walk" took him near one of the many slums set up by the homeless, he found what he was looking for, a young girl no older than 14, she wore tattered rags, barely enough to keep her from freezing to death.

Andy watched her for a while, she went down an alley that was empty, this was his chance, he walked up to her slowly, he wanted to talk to her, getting them to come of their own free will was a special type of thrill to him.

People always had this ignorant assumption that the kind of "monster" who would be willing to kill another would stand out as a creep, this wasn't true his ability to act normal, evening charming at times served him well, say when he had to negotiate a deal at work, or sucker a person into following him into some quite place, where prostitutes and morphine addicts turn up every day.

The police never paid any attention to them; they would rubber stamp an "investigation" then move on to try to catch someone famous, all so that they can get a nice gold commendation and a promotion with a fat pay rise.

Andy decided he didn't care for the bother of talking, he grabbed her, her screams muted by his leather gloved hand over her mouth, he pulled out a partially long looking knife, it was actually a bayonet, a little souvenir of his time in the Marine Corps.

He knew that the malnourished girl wasn't going to escape, still he was impressed by her futile kicking and squirming, even the weakest people tried to put up a fight in the end.
Her fighting quickly bored Andy, he started to stick the knife into her throat, he always loved how the flesh would bulge around the knife, how the person would always intake a little and all the muscles in their body would tighten for a split second.

He pushed harder; it dug into her flesh, and was disappointed to see a fountain of blood spurt from her neck, and to feel her quickly go limp. In his excitement Andy had nicked the aorta, he let her fall to the ground in a heap, he stared at the crumpled mass in front of him and exhaled, he job wasn't done just yet

He grabbed her hands and dragged her into the moonlight, he laid her flat on her back, arms outstretched and legs folded across each other like the crucifixion, Andy had no need for such outdated superstitions, but he did love the drama of them.

He stared quietly at what he had done, he wished he could look forever the scene was so beautiful, but the thrill of it all soon wore off, he no longer felt the eagerness he had before and the anger had dissipated, it was back to his normal bored existence.
He sighed, took one more look at his work then wandered off, his "walk was over and it was back to his real life
This was originally a story I made for English, It got a very positive response from some teachers so I decided to share it

Also, even thought it isn't obvious in the story It is set around 1945-6

This is the first time I ever really tried to write something creative

Of course Criticism is requested and appreciated

Thank you for Reading
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