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   I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy!

 

            Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again.

            He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right?

            The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and  those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing.

            Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That.

 

 

            Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too.

            Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it.

            Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year.

 

 

            The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?"

            He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful.

            While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise.

            "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules.

            Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?"

            "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already."

            Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?"

            "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!"

            Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go.

            A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-"

            "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat.

            "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?"

            "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?"

            He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?"

            "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you."

            "Are they about my age?"

            "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!"

            "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results.

            "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best."

            She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..."

            This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier.

            ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out.

            They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home.

 

Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time

 

            The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth.

            "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added.

            "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did.

            It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself.

            Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence.

            Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?"

            It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb.

            Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he  did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes.

            She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits."

            "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure.

            Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!"

            "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?"

            She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind..

            He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise."

            She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers.

            Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe.

            Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?"

            "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls."

            "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly.

            "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you."

            "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice."

            "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind.

            They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time.

            As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?"

            Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly."

            Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?"

            Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?"

            Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated.

            It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?"

            "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure."

            "Make sure of what, hmm?"

            "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!"

            Alica snorted. "Yeah okay."

            "What?"

            "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it."

            Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?"

            "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say."

            Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants."

            Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?"

            Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear."

            "Under-where?" Lily asked.

            "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." 

            "Am not!"

            "Am too."

            Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag.

 

            Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow.

            "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?"

            "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon."

            "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?"

            "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?"

            Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered.

            "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty."

            "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?"

            "I can-"

            "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy."

            Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish.

            Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?"

            The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?"

            He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby.

            Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going.

 

            More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to.

            Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants."

            They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in  a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time.

            Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side.

            "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently.

            "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window.

            She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there."

            He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true.

            Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!"

            Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper."

            She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it.

            Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground.

            Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness.

            "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends.

            It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry.

            Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win.

            So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder.

            After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?"

            Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..."

            Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament.

            Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be."

 

Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens

 

            Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation.

            Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards.

            In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real.

            His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That.

            Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice.

            As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in.

            Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet.

            Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!"

            Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper."

            Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone.

            "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better."

            About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through.

            His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about.

            "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat.

            "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground."

            Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated.

            He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?"

            "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't.

            "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside.

            Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again."

            "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!"

            Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out.

            Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces."

            "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper.

            Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting.

            It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way.

 

            When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving.

            Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year.

            But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.

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Alright, another three chapters borne of boredom, perhaps taking a bit of a twist from the first few chapters but oh well. It occurs to me that I'm writing waaaayyyyyy too much, so apologies in advance for the verbosity. Regardless, hope it's interesting/fun!

 

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Chapter 4 - Learning the System

 

            Contentment only lasted so long, though. It was extremely early in the morning, still dark out and Johnny was awoken to the feeling of a familiar pressure down low. He needed to pee, so he started to sit up to go to the bathroom when the realization of where he was dawned on him again. Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, he determined that he was indeed in an oversized crib. Johnny's footed pajamas made him feel hot, and as he stretched about to try and cool down a bit he felt the rather large mass of fluffiness around his hips, recalling that he was wearing diapers. The remembrance caused him to blush a bit, and as he tried to mumble something about how ridiculous - if not downright insane - this all was, he felt something in his mouth, depressing his tongue. Oh, that's right...she gave me a pacifier. Oddly, it comforted him in these troubling times, so he decided not to remove it just yet.

            Rolling over, he went up to his crib and stood up, only to realize that the sides were rather large, and climbing over them would be extremely difficult. Nay, as he tried to put one leg up he realized that putting that much weight on one side could tip it, or he'd fall far enough that the sound might wake up his mommy...so he stood there for a few minutes, gazing about and trying to think up something he could do. It was early, probably two or three in the morning, the nursery was shut off and empty, save for the gaze of a teddy bear in the corner. Sucking on his pacifier all the while, he gave up and sat down, seeing no alternative. He didn't really need to pee that badly, so he surmised he might conceivably make it until morning when he'd be allowed to go. He didn't know what form of Potty Training his mommy was going to follow for this week, but based on what Alice had told him yesterday he'd be allowed to try and go potty at least first thing in the morning when his mommy woke up. Provided that was the case, he just needed to hold it for a few hours yet and he'd be able to go.

            Potty. The word made him blush further, and he mumbled something pathetic and inarticulate through his pacifier. He felt like a glorified toddler, able to walk and talk and carry on, but completely at the mercy of mommy Julia for all the rest. Johnny's thoughts strayed to the previous day, when he'd pissed himself in front of Julia and her friends...and then again while on a walk. In fact, since he'd set foot in Imagine That he hadn't made it to the bathroom one time! He started thinking, planning some way to change that. You know it's possible, dude, you just have to figure out how to do it. He needed to turn things around - he'd started off in diapers as a 'test', then he'd done well on the test at first only to miserably fail twice in a row, so he'd downgraded to diapers with booster pads. He still had what he'd come to coin 'toddler privileges', but that was only just barely a step above being a full-blown baby in Julia's eyes. He needed to climb the figurative ladder - if he could start making progress, he'd eventually get to a point similar to Alice where he could at least wear padded underwear, that'd be less embarrassing than wearing these silly little dresses and onesies and skirts and bonnets...not to mention having to be carted around in a stroller all the time with a pacifier in his mouth.

            Johnny started to realize the enormity of his situation, and how much he'd just gone with the flow, as if all of a sudden the veil was pulled up from over his eyes. All of those things, in every embarrassing detail, he'd done and experienced. He sucked on the pacifier harder as a momentary panic came upon him, slowly calming down in response. That's probably how most kids had to go through this, Alice said something to that effect, didn't she? And some of those other kids at the playground looked like they'd just gone backwards even further. Maybe he wasn't doing so bad for his first day.

            Doing his best to ignore his bladder, Johnny snuggled back up against his pillow and tried to fall back asleep. It eluded him for some time, but focusing on the comfiness he felt in those moments helped him soon drift off.

 

            Johnny's eyes snapped open a few hours later, desperately needing to pee again, and something more. Standing up again, he put his hands on the side of his crib and rattled it, as if hoping  it would let him pass. It did not, and the motion only served to make him even more desperate. In the distance, he could hear Julia slowly moving about while the television droned on about something or other. "Mhommee," he tried to call out to her through his pacifier, not even realizing it was still in his mouth. "Maamiy!"

            Footsteps approached, and Julia soon came through the door. "Morning, cutie, did you sleep well?" His rapid nods seemed to confirm this to her. "That's good, I- hm? Is something wrong, Johnny?" She bent over a little as if talking down to her baby, of course. "What's the matter, baby? Do you gotta go potty?"

            "Mmmhm..." Johnny admitted, feeling foolish. He leaked a little, but not enough that she'd notice. Julia frowned in response. "I see...mommy doesn't think you're ready for potty training, after yesterday. We're gonna give it a few days and then we can try again, okay?"

            Johnny's heart sunk. Try in a few days...that meant he'd be stuck in diapers for the immediate future, no matter how well he did. As if sensing his dismay, Julia patted his head a few times. "We'll give it another go on Friday, okay?" Not wanting to disappoint her, he nodded slowly, masking a frown behind the plastic comfort in his mouth. He was hoping she'd leave so he could at least have some privacy, but even this seemed to be asking for too much. Nope, she was gonna stand there and make sure he went potty in his diaper.

            Resigned to his fate, Johnny scrunched his face and pushed. It took what felt like a full minute or more, and he had to kind've bounce himself up and down once or twice hard to egg himself on, all while mommy stood there and watched. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry his eyes out, but that'd just be worse. Finally he was able to get going, and with a bit of unceremonious grunting and carrying on, he started to pee. He spread his legs apart a bit further at this and squatted down slightly, and without warning he started flooding his diaper. Another wave of worry washed over him as his crotch started to flow with hot wetness: if he leaked, that'd be bad, wouldn't it? To his credit, it seemed to wash up and down instead of out - perhaps that pad really was helping. Once he'd stopped and he felt the padding slowly soaking up his mobile puddle, he vice-gripped the side of the crib and pushed again, and within a few moments felt his saggy diaper begin to push even lower as he made a mess in it to boot. After a few heavy seconds it was over, and he was left breathing rapidly as a combination of shame and exertion washed over him. He felt tears start to well up in his eyes and he started sucking on his pacifier more and more rapidly again.

            Julia, however, was elated, and a proud-mama smile broke across her face. "Goooooooddd boyy~," she cooed, hugging Johnny from across the bars. "You can learn to do that in the potty and you'll be in big kid undies in no time!" This was some small reconciliation: maybe that's just how she does potty training? It made no sense to him, but wearing a portable potty in his pants didn't leave him much room for complaining. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

            Mommy lowered the crib's wall and took Johnny in her arms, and he hugged her tight as he felt his tears finally overflow, and he barely registered the feeling of peeing more into his diaper, subconsciously aware but not even caring anymore about the saggy, soggy shame below him. Johnny was lightly aware of mommy's hands propping him up by this butt, and she swayed him gently around and humming a lullaby of some kind. She carried him and his sobbing for some minutes until he finally started to calm down, before finally sitting down cross-legged as she laid him on his back against her lap.

            She pulled a baby bottle from somewhere nearby, something he hadn't even noticed her bring in. She slipped it into his mouth and he obediently began to suckle from it. It was cold and sweet, and it slowly started to calm him down, a warmth of comfort flowing over him. Finally, when he was all finished, she slowly picked him back up and set him over her shoulder, patting him gently on the back all the while. Johnny realized that he must have smelled bad, all things considered, but mommy didn't seem to mind. He relaxed in her arms, just trying to enjoy what comfort she offered him. After a few minutes more she set him down on his bum, his dirty diaper squishing a bit under him in the process. "Mommy's going to go make some breakfast for baby, okay? I'll change you then."

            "But-" he started to protest, but she placed his pacifier back in his mouth. "You aren't ready for the toilet - if you aren't ready to start working hard for it, then you can stay in diapers for a bit longer." She was acting like he consciously wanted this, but he couldn't really argue with her. If he hadn't been such a baby yesterday he wouldn't be in this position. Satisfied that her direction was affirmed, she slipped out the doorway and he was alone in his room.

            Johnny sat there for a few moments, listening to the sound of her outside as he lightly sucked on the pacifier. It had become something of a crutch, his one fallback when all else failed. He looked about a little bit, observing his nursery - he hadn't fully realized just how prepared it was yesterday, but it was almost a wonder of the world. His crib was quite well made, and he had no doubt that escaping it would be a Herculean task if it came down to it. The rocking horse nearby, while small, looked to be in good condition, and he was sorely tempted to try it out for himself. There was a toybox he hadn't yet messed with, and nearby was the drawers he knew to be filled with a mix of onesies, babyclothes of varying embarrassment and, of course, diapers. Behind that in the closet he knew there were yet some more clothes and so many diapers he questioned whether in an entire year he'd go through them all...no! No, he needed to not think about it like that, he wasn't going to be relegated to those stupid things for his time here. Shaking his head, he looked around a bit more and, to his surprise, noticed a small plastic seat of some kind nearby. It took a moment for him to realize that it was a training potty. The thought at first gave him some disgust, but then hope, understanding he could 'train' with it. Smiling to himself, he stood up and tottered over to it - Johnny still wasn't used to the added bulk of walking in diapers, coupled with the extra pad in it, and then further while it was soggy and squishy like so.

            When he got to the potty, he suddenly realized he wasn't entirely sure of how to remove his diaper. He looked at the four tapes holding it in place, but was there a trick to removing it? And could it be retaped if he tried taking it off? Would mommy be upset with him if he did? Deciding it in his best interests to show discretion for now, he settled for sitting on it still in his diaper and trying to push. He needed to get the feeling of holding his pee, sitting on the potty and then going. After several minutes of this with no results, he decided it'd be a good enough start. Standing up to move over, he made it several feet before he trickled a bit more in his diaper. This brought his movement to a halt, and Johnny dejectedly plopped down on his butt, ignoring the uncomfortable squelch that followed. This was going to be a lot, LOT harder than he'd realized...

 

            After a breakfast of eggs and toast, mommy had indeed changed his diaper like she'd promised. He was too busy with his humiliation to pay attention to how she put it on, a mistake he'd realized too late to correct. Afterwards she dressed him up in a simple short-shirt and short-skirt combination, something she'd fawned over as 'cute' before patting him on the back of his diaper again. He blushed, remembering that these clothes were preferable because they made it easy to diaper check him. The shirt was white at least, and the skirt was a pale baby blue - she also picked out swirling, striped socks that stretched above his knees in the same color scheme. Picking a pair of basic shoes, she offered him a choice of visiting the mall for lunch with Debbie and her girls or for a stroll around town. Wanting a chance to talk with Alice again and learn more about his current predicament, he chose the first option.

            Julia needed a little time to prepare, so while she busied about making a portable lunch, snacks and the worrying prospect of loading up her diaper bag, she offered him the comfort of the television. At least, it would have, if it wasn't something childish and cartoony. Then again, it was whatever - he was just glad to be in a dry diaper again, something he wouldn't have thought he'd be saying a few days ago. He sipped on a juice box, watching the little goofy characters do their whacky adventure shenanigans against the vile 'potty monster' or whatever. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but enjoy it, some basic instinct that simply found entertainment in simple things. Julia had finished up at pretty much the last few minutes, so they sat on the carpet together and watched it - Johnny was surprised she was as interested in it as he, but decided that she was probably in it just for his sake.

            Once over, she powered it down and lead him out to the car - to his dismay, his booster seat, which at least held some measure of being basic, had been swapped out with what he could only describe as a babyfied version - a more 'secure' seatbelt with 5 straps instead of 3, a cupholder sized just perfectly for a bottle, looked more babyish, the sides were reinforced...Johnny just couldn't catch a break. Acceding to mommy's judgment, Johnny got up into it and she buckled him in. She offered him the pacifier for the umpteenth time and he accepted it, along with a small teddybear of sorts. She tightened the belt to an almost uncomfortable degree, rubbing against his diaper as he readjusted his position. He could smell the baby powder in the air and he felt the creeping humiliation return. It was because of him that the car smelled like this...he hugged the teddy closer in response.

            The drive was quite a bit longer than he expected, easily double or triple that of the trip to the park. The mall was, however, not as large as he might've thought, but still quite sizable. Dreadfully, before he was allowed out of the van Julia had to pull out the stroller again, load up the snack and diaper bags and then help him into it. He felt like the straps in it were also more babyish than yesterday, though he couldn't tell for sure. Once in he was offered a baby bottle filled with chilled milk, which he graciously accepted. Leaning back into the geographically adaptable couch, he drank his fill as they milled about.

            To his surprise, despite not being the biggest building around, there was an awfully large number of people milling about, even moreso than the park! Mommies and daddies of all kinds with little ones of all manner all walking about. Some walked, some were carried, some were in strollers, there was really all mix of things. Some looked older, possibly kindergarteners or 1st graders judging by their clothes, while others were carted around in strollers, their kiddy-clothes oftentimes revealing their diapers for all to see. Johnny realized that he looked little different, but found solace in the notion that no one would see him differently. He thought he noticed a girl getting her diaper changed that bore a striking resemblance to the girl he'd first seen when he arrived at the admissions building, the one that had peed her pants. Apparently she still wasn't doing so well, and the thought gave him a bit of a smirk.

            It caught Johnny's attention that most if not all of these stores were ABDL-centric - notably, babyclothing shops, accessory stores for things like strollers or carseats, diapers, even toyshops that he hadn't seen the likes of in years. This place was endlessly about a world where there were two types of people - older people, these caretakers, and little ones, trapped in an endless loop of being too young, by force or coercion or both.

            Towards what he reckoned to be the middle-ish of the mall was a miniature playground sort of thing in the middle of a restaurant bazaar of sorts. The adults could eat and talk and the 'kids' could screw around on the tiny playset in the middle, all the while in an air-conditioned environment. Classic.

            Julia parked him at one of the tables, taking a minute to text on her phone, probably to Debbie. She left him in the stroller for a bit, and while he wanted to leave he decided against it for the moment. Glancing about, he met eyes with another boy in overalls, probably a 'kindergartener' if he had to guess. The boy blinked at him a few times, but otherwise didn't do much else before wandering off.

            A few minutes later, Debbie had arrived, pushing a stroller with two seats in it, one with Lily clutching a bottle and sucking away peacefully while Alice sat in the other seat looking somewhat bored. Lily was in a rather suitable outfit, a purple onesie-and-skirt combination while Alice was dressed more akin to himself, but with shorter socks and a little more modesty to her shirt. After exchanging some hullos and whatnot, the mommies finally decided to let their kids off the hook, and the three went off into the somewhat empty playset to enjoy themselves. Johnny felt slightly impeded, his padded diaper crinkling and mostly getting in the way of any semblance of normal movement, causing him to kind've waddle around. Lily didn't seem too impeded, but she still held to her bottle for the time being. Meanwhile, Alice had no such movement restrictions, and skipped about freely - at one point he caught a glimpse of her pull-ups, reminding him of the disparity between the two in terms of social status: he could probably talk his way up to being 'older' than Lily, but Alice had him beat on every other front.

            They fooled around on one of the giant 'ladybug' statue-things in the playset while they talked. "So, how was your first day, TinkleTrousers?" Alice asked. She didn't really have any malice to her voice, it was very matter-of-fact. Frowning, he responded. "Okay, I guess...mommy said I'm not ready for potty training for a couple days yet, so she's keeping me in diapers until then." At this, Alice smirked a little, and Lily's attention seemed acquired.

            "Johnny gotta wear diapers now too?" Lily asked, going back to her bottle almost immediately thereafter.

            Johnny blushed, having to look away for a moment, but answered before Alice did it for him. "Yeah...at least for a little bit here." He looked back at Julia and Debbie, chatting away like they did. "I guess she's right, I didn't exactly do the best yesterday..."

            Alice rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're not exactly inspiring confidence, bud." She balanced atop the playset, holding her arms out as if proving a point of stature. "Not everyone's cut out for it - undies are a big responsibility, maybe it's too much for you."

            He scowled at this. "You're just in training diapers..."

            She glowered back at him. "Say that again and I'll make you regret it, TinkleTrousers."

            Johnny wanted to go at it with her, but held back for now when Lily looked over. He smiled at her and waved. She waved back.

            Alice took the hint. "What I'm trying to tell you is to slow down a bit and think things through: not sure why you came here with this crazy notion in your head like no one's gonna call you out for talking big."

            "Talking big?" he asked incredulously. "I said I was old enough to use the toilet, that's not some farfetched claim."

            "Except when it is," she frowned. "Like, level with me, new kid - how many times have you made it to the toilet since you got here?"

            "How many times was I offered a chance?!" he protested. "I asked several times, kept getting told to wait or hold it, like I can just wait as long as I have to!"

            She frowned again, lifting up her skirt just enough to show her pull-ups. "I managed."

            "Wow, congratulations, princess - you're allowed to wear kind've-underwear."

            "Pull-ups," she corrected. "And don't be so quick to judge, I'm not the one that got told to wear diapers 'cuz potty training was 'too hard'." Alice smirked, always quick to remind him that his fantasies of an easy run were not so. "You wanna be like the big kids here, you gotta earn it."

            "Yeah, if you can call that being a 'big' kid," he shrugged. "I've never seen so many people having accidents in my life."

            "Not all of 'em are accidents, you know."

            He had kind've learned that, yeah, but it was weird to admit. He nodded, regardless. "Yeah, I know. Some people just think it's easier?"

            She shrugged. "Depends on who you ask. Personally, I just want to see the other side of the coin. Who knows? Maybe one day I can be your mommy."

            He snorted. "Got a ways to go yet. Hope you make it, this sucks."

            "Not really," Alice brushed her hair into a more presentable state. "It's not so bad, once you learn. Hardest part is getting up and over the hill, once you're at a comfy place like me it's not so bad. The hard part is what comes next."

            He didn't follow. "What comes next?"

            She rolled her eyes again. "Use that stuff between your ears, little boy: you're in diapers, next comes pull-ups, what's after that?"

            Johnny felt like it was a trick question. "Uh...I guess underw- undies, I mean, or maybe undies with like pads in them?"

            "Bingo," she made a gun shooting motion with one hand, blowing the imaginary smoke away from its imaginary barrel. "Remember what I told you my limitations were?"

            "You can have an accident or two a day, right?" Johnny felt foolish saying that to her so casually, but tried not to let it show. She seemed to pick up on it, of course, but didn't admit it right away.

            "Yup. Pretty sure I peed myself a bit while laughing at you, yesterday." She giggled at this. "Was hilarious, watching you try to justify pissing yourself and leaking all over your stroller like that, your mommy having to 'upgrade' your diapers on the spot. Almost like she knew you were a little baby."

            "I'm not a little baby," Johnny grumbled.

            "Yeah whatever, pottypants," she waved this off. "The point is, once you get to undies there's no more safety net, if you'll pardon the expression. You so much laugh too hard or get tickled for too long and you're basically going to fail. It's not easy to overcome that point, and if you screw it up too-too badly you can go straight back to square one again. Seen that one more than a few times."

            Johnny was aghast at this. The way Alice talked about it, it was almost safer to not go all the way - she was in a comfortable in-between, on one side she had no room for any error of any kind, on the other she was at the mercy of her mommy when it was potty time. Not a good balance.

            "Sooooo," she spun a finger in a spiral, as if lecturing him. "You should be using this time to learn timeframes and patterns, so that way when the opportunity presents itself you know how to win. Think of it like a game against the house - the house always wins."

            "The house always wins..." he mumbled. "So, like, if they don't want you to win you won't, right?"

            She shook her head. "Not quite - it's possible, it's doable, it's just an uphill battle and you have to know how they play if you want to play on even terms. That's how I got to the point I am now - sissy Lily's still in diapers, and I've got almost complete freedom with just enough safety to keep me covered while I figure out how to make it to the next stage and beyond!"

            What a mastermind, she was approaching this whole mess completely different than he was. "I'm...impressed, Alice, I didn't think about it like that at all. You really have this figured out, don't you?"

            "I'm working on it," she blushed briefly, but quickly recovered. "I still don't know how I'm going to pull it off once the kid gloves are off and I'm expected to always make it, but I can coast on this for awhile now."

            "And bed," Lily mentioned, looking at Alice.

            "Hm?" Johnny asked.

            "Nothing!" Alice hissed, and Lily quickly looked the other way, hushing up about the situation. Johnny wasn't convinced. "What'd she mean, bed?"

            "None of your beeswax, pervert," Alice pushed it off. She was really really defensive about this, but Johnny wouldn't let it go.

            "I wasn't trying to pry or anything, sheesh. Just asked a simple question."

            They were silent for a few minutes, playing around as they did. Lily nearby hunched over and remained still for a few seconds before she stood back up and started fooling around with a teeter-totter of some kind. Johnny wondered if she'd peed or something, but didn't want to call it out. Alice stared at him menacingly. "Easy on my sister, kiddo."

            Johnny stared back at her incredulously. "Take it easy, yeesh! I just saw her acting kinda weird and thought she might've peed or something." Now that he said it out loud it was a bit weird, but Alice talked about these things so casually that it was no reason for him to not do the same, at least in his mind.

            Alice nudged right up next to him to whisper in his ear. Johnny felt very afraid of her all of a sudden. She gently pinched him in the side. He yipped a little and jumped back. She grinned that menacing carnivore grin of hers. "Lily! Ticklefight!"

            "Whah?" Johnny had time to respond before Alice seized him in a bear-hug from behind and swung him around, tumbling them to the ground a bit gently. As he lay on his back and started to get up, Lily sat on his chest, tickling him under his arms and on the side of his chest while Alice went for his abdomen and thighs.

            "Ticklefight! Ticklefight!" Lily cheered. Johnny was laughing uncontrollably, trying desperately to escape, but her position was assured, and under her admittedly light weight he was trapped, squirming and wriggling and writhing to no avail.

            Partway through he realized that Lily's butt was squishy, proving him right on an earlier account. If he'd kept his mouth shut he wouldn't be in this point. The thought made him blush, but it was hard to keep it on his mind as Alice finally worked down to the soles of his feet, ripe for tickling conquest. Lily spun about, her rear end now firmly angled on his sternum as she went for his midsection, poking and pinching and causing all manner of sensory mayhem. She giggled and laughed with total abandon, completely absorbed in the moment.

            Around then, Johnny felt the urge to pee rise up out of seemingly nowhere. He struggled, trying to resist and escape - where to, he didn't know, but he didn't want it to end like this. "G-guys, sto~op!" he pleaded. "I'm gunna p- I'm gonna-"

            "Peepee!" Lily giggled, moving her tickling to his bellybutton. This was too much, and moments later he felt the familiar trickle start to flood into his diaper. It was different, lying down causing it to pool beneath him, but he was aware all the while what was happening.

            Alice, meanwhile, stopped and put her hands by his thighs, forcing his legs wider apart as if to show his padded bottom off for all to see. "Eww, baby's going potty in his diaper." She smirked back at him with royally evil intent. This was her revenge, apparently, and the sudden realization that these two girls had not only witnessed him pissing himself, but made him do so crept up like death itself. He felt the crying come back up to him as Alice loudly called out to their mommies for everyone around to hear. "Mommy~, Johnny peed his pants!"

            "Alice!" Debbie snapped, marching over with fury in her step. She grabbed Alice by the wrist and lead her off to the tables, flopping her over her knee, hiking up the girl's skirt and spanking her with surprising force. Alice held on bravely for a couple good whacks before shrieking in terror, kicking with her legs like an animal. Johnny's view of her was obscured once Julia came over to pick him back up and set him on his feet. She smiled and hugged him. "It's okay, Johnny - it was just a tickle fight, nothing wrong with that." She felt around his diaper, scratching two fingers inside his thigh cuff and patting the front a bit. Finally, she pulled the back of it back a bit and looked inside. Johnny was mortified, realizing that the commotion had attracted the attention of passers-by, both caretaker and little ones alike.

            Satisfied that he hadn't gone more than it could handle, Julia left him to it with a pinch of his cheeks, a headpat for Lily and moving back to Debbie to intervene on Alice's behalf, who was taking quite the lecture at the moment. Johnny brushed his eyes clean and tried to carry on with Lily for a bit, whom seemed quite elated at their little adventure.

 

Chapter 5 - learning your place

 

            They went home not long after the incident at the mall, and Johnny was feeling less and less 'big' the more and more time went on. Debbie had repeatedly insisted on 'making amends' for it and the mommies had decided on having a get-together that night, so he was now on his way home. He glanced out the window, the park in his view and the mall in his mind. Alice had apologized at Debbie's insistence, but he could tell from the look on her face she didn't mean it - she knew what she was doing and she wanted to embarrass him in public like that.

            He shifted a little, trying to get comfortable but couldn't quite. He wasn't yet used to his car seat and Julia hadn't changed him yet, something he was somewhat comfortable with. Last thing he needed was that in public in the middle of the mall.

            It was going to be a long day, and he had no doubt that Alice would find some new way to torment him once he got home. Still...she would be on his turf, maybe he would have a chance to get back at her, somehow...but how?

 

            A few hours later, Julia was in the process of changing his diaper when Debbie and the girls arrived. Naturally, perfect timing, and Johnny tried to hide is face in shame when they walked in on him in such an awkward position. For a mercy, Julia didn't prolong the situation with any long greetings, and instead finished up quickly so she and Debbie could once more resume doing adult-things and talking about whatever it was adult's talked about. So, once more, he was alone with Alice 'the Malice' as he'd now taken to calling her, and Lil' Lily. These nicknames made his plight more bearable, but to his surprise Alice was surprisingly tame. He was curious about it, something about her seemed different...naturally, she seemed to pick up on this and lifted up her skirt a little, surprising him.

            "Mommy put me back in diapers as punishment for teasing you today," she answered his unspoken question flatly. She didn't sound remorseful in the slightest, not even with the girly pink padding staring back at him in all its awkward glory. She let her skirt back down and gave it a little fwip at the sides for good measure. "But it was worth it."

            He scowled. "Yeah, I'm sure it was."

            She shrugged. "It's only for a couple days, nothing serious. Besides, it's a punishment, so it doesn't really affect my Potty Training in any way. I'll be fine." She gave him a dismissive wave. "Don't be such a sourpuss, you're taking this kind of stuff waayyyyy too seriously."

            Johnny looked flabbergasted. "Too seriously?! What does that even mean?" He backed down and lowered his voice at a sideways glance from mommy - Julia had told him to behave and not get back at Alice or he'd be in loads of trouble, something that had dashed his hopes of revenge quite heavily. Worse yet, Alice was no longer an aggressor, making his plans further useless. He tried again, using a quieter voice this time. "This is my second day here, I don't have all this experience you do."

            Alice rolled her eyes, like he was boring to her. "Duh. That's why I'm trying to teach you to learn your place." She stared at him. When he didn't respond, she elaborated. "I can see it in your face, you sincerely walked into this place thinking that it was some great big dumb idea and you'd just be on easy street, didn't you?" He averted her gaze, and she nodded. "Yeah, I thought so. Well, doesn't work like that - you wanna be some big kid showoff that everyone adores and looks up to, but you don't want to put in the work for it."

            Johnny couldn't meet her gaze, but nodded once or twice. Alice continued: "Every single little one here has had to earn their place, or lack thereof if that's how you swing. You're gonna be exactly no different, Tinkle Trousers - I'd suggest you find some humility and show some respect."

            "But..." Johnny tried to reason it out. "...this is all so basic. Like, it shouldn't be hard, I'm being asked to stay dry. So why can't I..."

            "Because it's not that simple, duh," Alice patted his diapered butt a few times to drive the point home. "You're in a kids' world again, you can't just think like you're some bigshot adult or some garbage."

            "So...I'm like a kid again here?"

            "Well, you've not really inspired confidence to the contrary, so...yeah."

            Johnny frowned. "But it's not my fault. Mommy makes me do this kind of stuff."

            "Did she?" Alice questioned. "When you got here she had you wear diapers as a precaution, and then you peed in them during a test to see how long you could make it. Obviously, you failed, then, since a big kid would have been able to hold it longer. Then you continued going potty in your diapers both that day and well into today - not once have you legitimately shown the fortitude necessary to use the bathroom."

            Johnny wanted to argue on these points, because it glossed over some very fine details, but it felt futile to do so. "How did you do it, then, oh little miss big kid?"          

            Alice ignored the verbal jab. "I practiced."

            "How much?"

            "...a lot."

            Johnny wanted to call her out on this for lying. He looked at her questioningly, and she finally responded. "I learned the pattern, taught myself to hold it and when I got tested on it I was able to stay dry. Simple as that, no big secret or anything."

            Lily giggled nearby. "Big sis Alice is a big girl, not like Johnny."

            Johnny frowned at her. "I'll get there, Lily. You'll see."

            The younger girl giggled this off and went back to fooling around with her little playblocks. Johnny almost admired her ability to be entertained with simplicity. Almost.

            "Hey, so back at the mall..."

            "Hm?" Alice glanced back at him. "What about it?"

            "Why'd you do it?"

            "What, made you pee your pants? Teach you a lesson in humility."

            "You mean in humiliation?"

            "Potato, potato," she responded. "Besides, that's part of being a little one, those little childish things. It's fun for mommy, too, having to deal with the occasional bratty stroke."

            She was a mastermind for sure - one lab accident away from being a supervillain. "Didn't look so fun when you were getting your ass beat."

            She blushed. "Yeah, well, you'd be surprised."

            That caught him off guard, so he changed topics. "Well, I feel less dumb now that you had to join Lily and I in diaperville."

            "Only temporarily, PottyPants," she admonished. "It's a punishment, like a vacation to somewhere you only kind've want to go."

            "Doesn't it bother you?"

            She snorted derisively. "Not that much, no. It's a break, relaxation. Normally I have to think very carefully, plan bathroom breaks all the time. I'm not like Lily or you where I can just go potty whenever."

            He didn't like being lumped in with Lily, but thought better than to voice such disdain. "That's kind've lazy of you."

            She shrugged. "And? Can't a girl be lazy for a couple days?"

            The conversation ended there for some time, and they played around with Lily, some make-believe thing about a prince saving the princess from the evil potty monster. It was dumb, but watching Alice in her natural role playing as a monster was at least  satisfying in some respect. Then again, it didn't follow his experience - so far, the prince was the one needing saved from the potty monster, except the princess was in cahoots with it, or at the very least ignored the prince's pleas for help...

 

            He thought a lot about what Alice had told him - about thinking like he was in a stacked game, or perhaps a constant test. About how she'd 'beaten' the first few obstacles, and thinking he was some bigshot that was gonna breeze through it all. He felt a bit silly, believing that in retrospect: those other kids weren't all just giving up like Lily was: some of them were trying, some quite desperately, but they weren't able to beat it. He needed to work a lot harder than them if he wanted this to not be his next full year.

            Dinner had been simple, chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes with some corn on the side. After that they'd watched some cartoons and drawn in coloring books for awhile, during which he'd caught a rather revealing glimpse of Alice flopped on her stomach, legs in motion absentmindedly with her diapered butt open for all to see. He'd absentmindedly stared for at least a few minutes, before suddenly watching a small wet patch filter onto her crotch and crawl up her ass, though she'd seemed to not really notice. He was surprised how much she peed, realizing that her bladder must have been quite strong to hold so much for what he imagined was a long time. Shortly after the flood at stopped and soaked into her padding, she'd peered back over her shoulder with a smug look at that point, setting her crayons down and stretching up onto her feet while bent over, practically sticking her soggy backside right at him in the process like some jeering taunt. Face flushed, he went back to his own coloring book, though she'd caught the corner of his eye and more several other times with some unnecessarily provocative motions. Every time he snuck a peek, it seemed like her diaper was wetter and wetter, and yet never once did she leak. He finally came to the conclusion she was showing off, but disguising her endless torment as a demonstration that it was possible. Johnny was simultaneously annoyed but in awe, a mix that gave him strange feelings.

            Lily was in desperate need of a diaper change by this point, and Julia diaper checked him during this time as well, once more while Alice looked on in fascination, purely to embarrass him. It worked, and he struggled to avert her gaze. She, of course, made an offhanded joke about changing his diaper next time, to which Julia laughed and replied, 'maybe'. Satisfied that Johnny was still dry (and with an embarrassing bit of childish praise at this), Julia went to diaper-check Alice and, despite being soggier than sog, they each put a finger to their lips as if to shush and keep a secret. Giggling, the two went their separate ways, with Julia assuring the nearly-completed Debbie that Alice was fine.

            It took all of Johnny's willpower not to call them out for this, but a momentary pointed glance from Julia shut down any will to challenge this little 'game' they'd chosen. He couldn't figure Alice out - normally she was all 'hurr durr tinkle trousers' and stuff, and now she was willingly trying to stay in a pissy diaper and even making some kind of deal with another mommy to do so? Madness.

            Alice skipped around him in a circle playfully, that shit-eating grin of hers ever-present. He frowned at her, feeling his eyes tending to stray down by some childish instinct to stare at the glimpses of her soggy diaper as she passed in front of him. Lily came tottering by around this time, beaming and giggling at her freshly changed status. He offered her a small smile in response, and he did his best to put it behind him.

            Johnny's thoughts were a mess from then onwards, being pulled in so many different directions all at once. Lily had peed herself again almost immediately after being changed, but didn't seem to react or otherwise notice. Alice had shot him a look when he'd looked, as if to tell him to keep his trap shut, so he did. He could've sworn Alice had also wet herself rather pointedly at least twice more, stopping in the middle of something a groaning or sighing rather heavily at multiple points. When she'd bent over to crawl to Lily and check her coloring book Johnny had gotten a full look at her diapered butt, and had stared incredulously at how soaked she was. It defied reason, she'd peed so much the thing had swollen up and yellowed to a point he almost didn't recognize it at first. And yet not so much as a single leak...either lucky or by skill, she'd even beaten him at peeing her pants. It was stupid, but Johnny couldn't help but feel inferior to her in nearly every way. Why? Why was she so damn good at everything? She was like an annoying, bratty older sister that he had no logical choice but to respect and be proud of.

            Unfortunately, he needed to pee quite badly by this point, something that Alice the Malice picked up on right away when he fidgeted a little unintentionally. She crawled back to him, pretending to be oblivious. "Hm? Is somefing wong wil' baby?" she cooed to him meekly. "Aw you hungwy? Oh maybe thiwsty? Oh maybe..." she patted the front of his diaper. "...gotta go potty?"

            Johnny tried to look away, not wanting to deal with her right this moment. "I don't need a lecture from you, you're wearing a water balloon right now."

            Alice giggled. "Aha, so you admit you were staring - naughty baby. Didn't know you were into that kind of thing," She sat up straight, becoming a bit more mild at this point. "Can't figure you out, new kid." When he didn't respond, she scooched over to him and whispered in his ear. "I bet your mommy would be really impressed if you stayed dry until bedtime in a few hours."

            "What's the point? She'll just make me pee in my diaper, like she always does."

            "Pretty sure that's only happened once so far, and only after you showed her you weren't ready for anything else," Alice countered with the usual. "Besides, how do you think you're gonna get your big kid undies back if you never try?"

            That struck a chord in him. If I don't try, then I won't even get a chance...

            She brushed her hair back. "You don't wanna get shown up by me, do ya? Hm?" She took his hand and brought it to the front of her diaper with an audible squish. "Feel all that? I held that for hours today. You don't want to get beaten by a girl, do you?"

            Alice was challenging him again, mocking him. No, he didn't want to live in a world where she could hold her pee better than he could. What guy would want that? He wanted to be better, he wanted to show her what-for. Then again, she was baiting him, she wanted him to take the challenge...but he didn't really have a choice if he wanted things to change, so he accepted.

            "Fine," he growled. "I'll hold it."

            Lily giggled. "Johnny gonna hold it? Johnny go peepee."

            "Lily doesn't sound like she believes you," Alice shrugged. "I'll be rooting for you, Tinkle Trousers." She scooted back a bit and rolled over onto her stomach again. "Better not pee~"

 

            He made it pretty far, but alas not far enough. Julia and Debbie just wouldn't abandon their mommy-talk, which Johnny had listened to drastically hoping for some indication they'd be parting ways. Nope. Just more and more conversation about their little ones, pottytraining, diapers, babyclothes, and so on and so forth endlessly. It defied reason, and Johnny had finally been forced to his limit. Lily watched him pottydancing again and kept giggling to herself as he did. Alice looked disappointed and kept shaking her head every time she looked over. "You're really not doing so well, Pottypants." He wasn't sure which nickname of hers for him he hated the least.

            "I'm trying," he mumbled, shifting from one leg to the other again. "I don't know why it's so hard..."

            She made an exasperated sigh. "Maybe because you're just a little baby after all, huh? I mean, if you were such a big kid like you keep insisting, your mommy wouldn't need to keep you in diapers like this, now would she?" She stood up and marched over to him poking him in the bellybutton. He gasped and took a couple steps back, feeling a small leak as he did. "Didn't see me doing any of that these last two days, did you, diaper boy? Hm?"

            "N-no?" he responded.

            "Nope. I didn't, I held it like a big girl, minus one funny little incident where you got what was coming to you, but I didn't sit there and bounce around and pottydance like some toddler trying desperately to not cry his soul out because he can't not piss himself the moment he feels the need to pee."

            He crossed his legs, wincing and holding his hands over his crotch.

            She dropped her skirt, standing before him in just her shirt and her drenched diaper. "See this? That's what I can hold. I bet you don't even come close to that."

            What a dumb metric. He was about to complain but she pinched him lightly in the side. "Pathetic. I take it back, you're never going to be a big kid - if you get lucky and your mommy takes pity on you you might get a chance to try pull-ups or something, just to dangle the carrot in front of you, but you're gonna be stuck in diapers for the rest of your life." She gave up, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief. "You hear that, Lily? Johnny's a baby."

            Lily ooh'd and ahh'd at this, and Johnny was about to snap back when he felt another trickle that the was barely able to stop. He whimpered, and Alice looked back at him. "Right, where's your pacifier..." she looked around a bit before finding one. Johnny started to take his hands out from between his shivering legs but had to put them back - he couldn't stop her without risking wetting himself. He inched backwards, trying to put distance between them when he finally backed up against the corner - he was trapped, there was no way out as the Malice approached him. His eyes started to water, as much from exertion as fear of the inevitable.

            Alice raised up the pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. She didn't look taunting like usual, she was completely disgusted. "Pathetic," she whispered, standing so close she could feel her hot and heavy breath. "And just when I'd started to have any hope for you." She reached her hands around behind him and felt the backside of his diaper, pressing it up against him. "Go on - pee, little baby."

            She slowly started leaning forward pressing her body against his and forcing him back against the wall. He squirmed, trying to move but without luck until she really wasn't able to get any closer. She pressed herself against his hands and he felt the pressure against his bladder swell and it started leaking again. He tried very hard to stop it, but realized with horror he couldn't, no matter how much pressure he applied. It hurt, it hurt a lot and no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't stop. If anything, it just started emptying faster, and he felt a wave of warm wetness start to puddle underneath him as he stared into the void of Alice's eyes.

            She felt this shortly after him, naturally, and she gained a trademark, crooked smile. "Yeah...that's what I thought, pottypants." Tears streamed down his face as she pressed closer to him again and the floodgates opened even further, him long since unable to stop it: where before there was perhaps some measure of defense that he might have been unprepared for how long he was supposed to hold it and simply gave up before his body did due to the uncomfortable new feeling, now he was full-on having an unstoppable accident in front of this girl he barely new. He whimpered behind his pacifier, another pathetic set of moans at the shame of his current predicament. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he peed no more, and he was left breathing heavily and with tears on his face. She slowly moved away, removing her hands from his rear end as she put a hand on her hip and leaned to one side in that challenging way that girls did. "Hope you liked that feeling. Your bladder's gonna be exhausted after pushing it that hard, baby - gonna have a hard time holding anything for the next little bit." She spun around and fashion-model-walked away, waving at him behind her. "I'm gonna go play with Lily for a bit, come join us whenever you're done crying, Tinkle Trousers."

            He stood there for at least five minutes, the horrible scene playing through his head again and again. True to her words, his bladder started to hurt like hell again and he was unable to prevent it from wetting more in his diaper, and he felt a small bead or two slip down the cuff and down his thighs...

 

            Johnny tried his best to salvage his dignity when he returned to the girls, and Lily had to work very hard with some encouragement from Alice to not call him out for being wet: she kept insisting that he get used to sitting in a pissy diaper since he wasn't going to be succeeding at pottytraining anytime soon, if ever. He still felt an ache in his bladder, like he constantly had to pee at that point, and it was hard to hold in even the slightest amount. The more he fought it, the more he lost. He felt more like a baby than ever before, and the worst part of it was that Alice was right, he'd checked over his diaper and frustratingly realized that he somehow hadn't wet as much as she did. The nerve! She could even pee better than him, what gives?

            Whenever he'd tried to remove his pacifier and set it down, Alice had come right over and stuffed it back in, telling him to keep it so he wouldn't start crying again and bother their mommies. This only made him want to cry more, but the soft rubber comforter seemed to do its job and the tears did not flow. Lily had made a mess in her diaper and despite the smell Johnny wasn't able to call out to Debbie for assistance, so he simply went on with his coloring book and crayons. It was getting much later by this point and he was hearing talk of Debbie and her little gremlins leaving soon, much to his relief. Sensing this as well, Alice stretched, and he heard a short trickling sound softly from her direction. Realizing she was peeing yet again, he watched intently to see any signs of a leak: none ever came. The pressure on his bladder build up again and so he gave in and let himself pee as well, feeling it swishing about but not up and around like usual. Curious, he looked down and noticed that he had been careless and pulled the cuff of his diaper down and gotten it stuck on his crayon box, and having been opened to the world he had let himself pee onto the floor. A wave of panic struck him as Alice noticed. She got a 'gross' look on her face and looked over to where Debbie sat. "Mommyyyyy, Johnny peed on the floor..."

            Julia and Debbie both approached, with the former sighing when she saw what had happened. "Oh, Johnny..." she sounded disappointed as well, but Johnny had no tears left. Dejectedly, he allowed her to carefully scoop him up in her arms and carry him to his crib. Alice and Lily both waved at him gently as he went past the door, and after being set into his soft bed Julia kissed him on the forehead, wished him good night and shut the door behind her. He sobbed a bit, hearing the last bit of conversation about him toss away as Debbie and the girls left, and of a confounded Julia as she got to work cleaning up his mess.

            His diaper was still quite wet and he couldn't shake the feeling of needing to pee, but he'd long since quit caring, sucking away at the pacifier as he did his best to drift off to sleep, spent from the trying day.

 

Chapter 6 - And Then a Mommy of Two

 

            Johnny slept soundly through the night, waking up in the morning to realize he'd wet his bed - or rather, would have, were it not for his diaper. This was a new experience, realizing that while he'd gone to bed wet, he was dryer than he was when he woke up. The feeling was not good, and he'd wasted the rest of his morning by immediately messing his diaper, crying loudly until mommy came by to see what the fuss was all about, changed him and gotten him on the way to breakfast. He was quiet, dejected after yesterday's trialing experience at the hands of Alice the Malice. Confound her...it's like everything about her exists purely to make my life hell, to counter me at every turn. How do I beat her...

            While these thoughts tugged at his head, Julia ended a phone call significantly happier than she'd started. "Oh, wonderful! Johnny, guess what? You're about to be a big brother!"

            He nearly spit out his Cheerios. "Whah?"

            "That's right! Mommy's getting a little girl today, so you get to be a big brother now! Isn't that great?"

            Words failed him. Did this mean he'd have someone to take some of the heat off of him, now? What if she was mean, like Alice? What if she was immature, like Lily? Or worse? He got a big panicked, but realized it was unavoidable and he'd just have to make the best of it. His mind raced, trying to figure out how he'd deal with her in either way...

 

            A couple hours later and they were in the van on their way to the admissions building again. It felt like a lifetime since he'd been here, though only a few short days prior. Mommy had ensured he was dressed in his typical baby clothes, secured firmly in his babyseat and suckling his pacifier all the while. Julia had told him about his new sister, some girl by the name of Sabrina, a little younger than him (supposedly), and she'd admitted she was still having some accidents during the daytime, but she'd be a good girl and was excited to meet her mommy and brother.

            He'd scowled, feeling a bit of injustice when he'd realized that she got to start off in pull-ups, though he knew nothing of her to start with outside of that. Then again, he wouldn't wish his current state on anyone else, least of all someone he was supposed to be familial with...but it still pained him. As he looked at the booster seat nearby, Johnny realized with embarrassment that he'd gone backwards even further since he first arrived.

            Julia left him in the vehicle while she fetched Sabrina, whom she returned with a couple short minutes later: her black hair flowed freely as she set into her booster seat and was buckled in by their mommy. Johnny suddenly felt very foolish, and though they exchanged a glance Sabrina did not immediately strike a conversation with him. She held a stuffed animal of some kind, a dog or a bear or something, petting it gently as she stared ahead patiently. She wore a similar outfit to himself, though the skirt was slightly longer and the shirt less-revealing. She also had the benefit of not needing a pacifier, apparently, and Johnny realized she must think of him as quite the baby in his current state. Wonderful.

 

            It was a quiet ride home, uneventful, and once there Sabrina was shown the lay of the new land. She was a girl of few words, fewer expressions and she wouldn't abandon her stuffed animal for anything, always holding it with at least one hand. Johnny had a hard time figuring out what it was, almost looked like a Pokemon or something. He felt like that was ironic, that there was a character from that one game that...no, that was a silly thought, and Johnny slapped himself back to reality. That'd just add to his embarrassment.

            Mommy had to leave them alone in the nursery for a bit, and so they were left just the two of them. After a few seconds of keeping to themselves, Johnny tried to surreptitiously remove his pacifier and strike up a conversation. "So, uhm...hi."

            She nodded. "Hello."

            This wasn't going to be easy. "It's, uh, er...nice to meet, you, Sabrina."

            "Nice to meet you too, Johnny."

            Another few seconds of silence. "...so, I guess you're my sister now, huh?"

            "Yeah. I guess you're my brother now."

            There was a little bit more silence before she sat up on her calves, looking over at him. "Mommy said you were trying really hard to be a big kid."

            He didn't know how to respond to that. "Well, I am a big kid, so..."

            She wasn't malicious like Alice was, but she was certainly curious all of a sudden. "So why are you still in diapers?"

            He flushed scarlet immediately. "Well..." She waited patiently, not a hint of anything on her face other than genuine question. He inhaled, deciding to be open about it: she might just be trustable... "...honestly, part of it was my fault. I didn't really think it'd be hard to p- be potty trained here, and I uhm...wasn't able to hold it. A couple times. A lot..."

            She nodded slowly, still stroking her stuffie. "So you're arrogant, then, and don't do your homework when it comes to making decisions. Your ego is fragile, and you get easily flustered and manipulated by people who can see through that. Right?"

            This stopped Johnny dead in his tracks. Under any normal circumstance, he would've taken this as quite the insult, but she was so frank about it he came to the conclusion she was trying to understand him. Worse yet, she was correct, much as he refused to admit it. "Y-yeah, I guess you're right..."

            Sabrina nodded again, this time in understanding. "Alright, so you are weak. I can work with that."

            "Bwah?"

            "Let us lay our ground rules right now - you and I are brother and sister now, and like it or not you are going to have to work with me."

            "O-okay, sure..." he mumbled, not sure of how best to continue.

            She waited patiently, and he realized she wanted him to go first. "Well, I'm still kind've new here, so I don't really have any special rules, but...I guess I want to be treated with respect, if that makes sense...?"

            "Respect is earned, not given," she stated flatly. "But you seem like you are nice enough, so it is a start. Anything else?"

            "I mean, don't make my life miserable like that other girl."

            "Miserable? How?"

            Johnny gave her a brief rundown of his experience with Alice and Lily, about how he'd challenged them on the playground and how Alice had routinely humiliated him and bested him at every turn. Sabrina didn't seem empathetic, and even criticized him at most points for 'digging his own grave' through his arrogance. Even so, she nodded in understanding at this, and assured him she would not treat him poorly unless he gave her great reason to do so. Having come to an understanding, it was now her turn.

            Sabrina was also quite honest with him, at least he felt so: she had come here having confessed that she did not have the strongest bladder, and so potty training for her had never really been completed, to the point that most days she had to wear a pad of some kind, or pull-ups. She'd also gone on to state that she expected to have to spend some of her time here wearing diapers, and that while she would justifiably be upset about it when it happened it was not the end of the world to her, either: just meant she did not have to worry about when she inevitably peed her pants, like she normally would. Her frankness was concerning, but refreshing.

            Johnny had a hard time figuring her out: on one hand, she was extremely intelligent, insightful and even strong. Nothing phased her, nothing seemed to truly bother her beyond normal human emotion, and she had an exceptional grasp on things. Conversely, she was also vulnerable, and even he could tell she was going out on a bit of a limb to entrust him like this. He also knew that she could kick his ass in a heartbeat if she wanted to - hell, she scared him even more than Alice did.

            Sister's rules were simple: firstly, she would treat him back just as she was treated. If he treated her poorly, she would ruin his day. If he was respectful (she made this a point, not necessarily nice so much as respectful) then she would be too. Second of all, she made it clear that while she was the little sister, she did not currently view him like an older brother, and would behave accordingly to his position in the 'family' as set by mommy. Thirdly, and this was most important, she would not tolerate any bullshit of his like Alice did. This was preposterous, Alice didn't tolerate anything except Lily, but Sabrina's cold stare shut down any protest immediately.

            Once they had come to an understanding of it, they'd shaken hands on it and she'd even cracked a slight smile. Then it was back to neutral-faceville and that was the extent of it. Mommy had fixed them up grilled cheese for lunch, and even Julia's attempts to elicit conversation did little to get her to open up. It was as if she'd closed up tight after their little exchange of information.

            Johnny thought to himself how smart she was - whereas Alice was devious and cunning about getting her way, Sabrina was analytical and decisive. It came to him that Sabrina could just as easily ruin his day if she wanted to, she could also stand against Alice on an even footing, like as not. He wondered if he might be able to find some salvation, hiding behind Sabrina...the thought made him feel ashamed, needing a little sister to protect him, but on the same token he'd be grateful for even the smallest of respite.

            Not wanting to push them too far, there was to be no special trip or visit today so the two could get acclimated (as much for Sabrina's sake as Johnny's - mommy explicitly mentioned that she felt he could use a bit of time off from all the hectic hassle, and it'd do him some good) at home and just relax. While she attended to something or other, Johnny and Sabrina had some time to hang out, though she seemed intent to watch cartoons with her stuffie and didn't really say anything, so Johnny was quiet. Every time he shifted about to get more comfortable she'd flick a glance in his direction, but otherwise wouldn't respond. At the end of the first episode, she looked over to him. "...do you have to go pee-pee?"

            His heart skipped a beat. "No! Just getting comfortable, geez, why you gotta say it like that?"

            She recoiled a tad, looking hurt. "Just asking a simple question, brother."

            Johnny realized he had no right to get so defensive - she was new, figuring things out, and it wasn't even that strange...he was wearing diapers, and he'd done nothing but use them since he got here. "...I'm sorry, Sabrina." He stammered it. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that: I'm used to that kind of talk being aimed at being mean, from Alice...I know you didn't mean it like that."

            She didn't respond. "...will you forgive me?" he finally added.

            Her head slowly turned to face him and she slowly blinked once in response, as if gauging his sincerity. She finally nodded once. "Okay. I'll forgive you." She paused for a minute. "However...I'm not going to stop talking to you like that, because that's the reality of our situation and our current relationship. Capeesh?"

            "Caposch," he replied, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

            "It cannot be helped," she responded blankly, turning back to the television. "But you are  welcome." He found it weird that she refused to speak with contractions, but chalked it up to her just being odd.

            They watched in silence for awhile yet without much passing between them but a mutual understanding. Towards the end of the cartoon he did feel a growing need to pee, but he tried not to let it show. He shuffled a little uncomfortably and Sabrina noticed immediately, choosing not to respond at that time. When they got up to go get snacks and drinks, she was suddenly behind him and giving him a diaper check, flipping his skirt up and feeling around the bottom of it carefully. He startled at this, but didn't fight it when she gave him a short tug backwards to keep him in line and reach. "Huh...I didn't know you needed booster pads," she remarked matter-of-factly. She let the skirt fall back down and give him some tiny measure of privacy - at least in his mind. He knew that his diaper stuck out beneath it very obviously to anyone nearby, but it still made him feel better about a perpetually uncomfortable situation.

            He pouted. "What about you?" He half expected her to flip at this, but she shook her head. "Not yet." When he looked unconvinced, she narrowed her deadpan gaze. "...would you like me to prove it?"

            Before he could answer, she hiked up her own skirt, revealing dark violet and pink pull-ups. There was an obvious indicator on it for if she had wet it, and its status clearly revealed she had not. He gulped hard, caught off guard by this, and she let her skirt back down without any further ado. "Told you."

            "Ri-right," he stammered, following her back for drinks. He walked in her footsteps, feeling dread in his bones as she moved ahead, simultaneously graceful but also terrifying. His bladder, still strained from yesterday's events, had no problem with choosing that moment to remind him of his strain, and he was dimly aware as he peed right behind her as they walked, the fear creeping up in him more and more with every passing step: whereas Alice found joy in pulling him down a few notches, Sabrina was indifferent and simply treated him at face value, with almost complete emotional disconnect. He gulped hard, hoping like hell she wouldn't notice him pissing in his diaper at her mere presence. If she did, she didn't show it, and they were able to procure another round of Capri-Suns and some crackers and return before the commercial break was up. She gave zero indication of any notice - or otherwise care - that she scared him to the point of wetting himself just moments before.

            He was hard-pressed to hold it for any major length of time throughout the day - Alice had been right, he'd pushed himself far too hard, and now his muscles were exhausted. The slightest bit of liquid would make him feel the need to go constantly, and it wasn't long before he was squirming with his hands between his legs, rocking about while trying not to think too hard about it.

            "Brother..." she asked quietly, not taking her eyes off the screen. She hesitated, but then continued. "...do you have to go pee-pee?"

            "Yessss," he mumbled, still trying to hold it. He didn't want to wet himself anymore in front of his little sister, and his protesting muscles made it all the harder.

            She didn't respond for a few more seconds. "Why don't you just use your diaper?"

            "Because it's embarrassing?"

            "Why?"

            "What do you mean why?" he asked her.

            "I mean, why is it embarrassing to go potty in your diaper?" He thought she was joking at first, but then she continued: she was a master of timing like that. "You need to wear diapers because you are not potty trained - if so, why would it be embarrassing? That is normal."

            Now it was his turn to not respond. She saw things so black and white, it was unsettling. He didn't have a good answer for her, but she stood up and walked over to him. "Come on, get up." He stood up as bid, and she flipped his skirt up again, giving him a diaper check. "Oh, you're already wet. When did you do this, brother?"

            So she hadn't noticed after all. "I, uh...before we went to get snacks, you kinda...scared me, so I..." he couldn't finish saying it. That was dumb, why didn't he just say, 'a little bit ago' or something less-damning?

            She shook her head. "Right. Well, it is still pretty dry, so you should be able to pee in it again without too much worry." She let the skirt down to offer him privacy. "Don't think mommy needs to change you yet."

            He felt pale: she was like a second mommy all of her own at times. "Y-yeah...thanks."

            Sabrina looked unconvinced for a moment, then closed her eyes and inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He awaited her inevitable lecture, but it never came. She looked at him for a few more moments then turned about and walked back to her place on the floor, sitting down and grabbing a few more crackers.

            He made it another ten minutes or so before it became too much and he started peeing again, shivering as he tried to stop it in the process. Johnny cursed himself mentally, looking back at Sabrina. He wondered why she still hadn't shown any indication of going, they'd been drinking the same amount, and she was supposed to have a weak bla-

            Johnny thought back to shortly before. Maybe she did...he gulped, working up the courage to ask. "Uh, Seester?" he spoke the word oddly in his uncertainty, but was forced to roll with it.

            She glanced over at him, blinking twice in what he supposed was surprise. "Yes?"

            "Did you, uh...did you...wet yourself?"

            Sabrina didn't immediately respond. "A little bit, yes. Why?"

            Naturally, not the response he was expecting. "Oh. Uh, that's fine, I just...well, are you fine, or do you, uh...need..."

            Sabrina let a thin smile tug at her lips. "I am fine - it is just a little bit, and I can change my pull-ups whenever if needs be. But, thank you for your concern." She hesitated a bit longer before repeating it to him. "Thank you."

            She was sincere, and it touched his heart for her to be honestly grateful. "Y-yeah, anytime!" he sat back down, not even realized he'd been standing, and focused on something else.

            "...brother?"

            He looked back at her. "...yes?"

            "I kind of liked that - looking out for me, I mean, no one ever...can you call me, 'Seester' again next time?"

            Odd request, but not the oddest he'd heard this week. It's not a nickname, I just got tongue-tied! "...sure." He gave her a thumbs up.

 

            The day went pretty smoothly from there, Sabrina was generally quite neutral but little 'sibling' moments still filtered through from time to time there between them. She was an odd mix of disconnected and supportive with seemingly no pattern to it. Even so, he appreciated some measure of empathetic connection, even if it meant he was subordinate in the sibling hierarchy.

            Shortly before dinner, mommy had had Sabrina use the potty in the nursery, and had even let Johnny sit on it before going in his diaper, as if that had any training value to it. She'd changed him shortly thereafter, and he'd caught a glimpse of Sabrina taking a spare pull-up to change into. He looked away, not wanting to deal with that kind of awkward situation, and kept his eyes glued to the ceiling until it was all said and done.

            The rest of the night was surprisingly tame - they'd watched a kids' movie after dinner, played a game of Monopoly and then it was off to bedtime for the both of them. It was at that point that mommy explained they'd be sharing a crib, which Johnny was terrified of, but as usual Sabrina seemed neutral on the matter. An unspoken trust passed between them, she'd take one side and he'd take the other. His heart was pounding in his chest, and as he drifted off to sleep he felt proud that he was still dry...

            ...then he woke up, early in the morning when it was still pitch black out. He needed to potty, badly, and he mentally cursed himself for not having gone earlier when mommy was still awake. He looked over to Sabrina, and with some relief realized she was still asleep. Johnny sat up as his bladder protested, and he was barely able to hold it in for but a few moments more before he started peeing again. He kept his eyes deadlocked on 'Seester' as he now thought of her, hoping like hell she wasn't secretly awake and observing him. Warmth flowed in a puddle beneath him, and he prayed that the little gurgling sound of it wouldn't wake her. Finally it subsided, and he was left in a pool of his own doing. Sighing gently, he went to lay back down, realizing he had to go something more. Seeing no way around it, he sat up and pushed, muffled groaning as he messed his diaper, feeling it sag beneath him as he got up on his knees to make room. It took a bit of effort, but he was able to complete his dirty deed. Sitting down, he realized the unfortunate fact that he'd be stuck like this until the morning when mommy woke up. Looking over at Sabrina one final-

            -she was sitting upright on her calves again, stroking her stuffie's head with one hand and clutching it with the other. He had no idea when she'd woken up, but she'd been watching him the whole time. He nearly screamed, jolting backwards against the wall of the crib, panting with fear. "...brother," was all she said. His eyes widened with terror, half expecting her to morph into some kind of monster. Johnny started pissing uncontrollably again, audibly, and Sabrina gently closed her eyes and sighed. "You are going to stink."

            Johnny gulped, trying to take a deep breath. "I'm sorry..."

            She nodded in understanding. "You cannot help it. Stay on that side of the bed." She commanded this rather plainly, but was still a lot more accommodating than a certain bratty friend of his. He went as far to the side as he could and curled up against the bed, trying to look away from Seester in the process. It was going to be a much longer night now...

 

            When morning had come, he did indeed stink, and Sabrina had pinched her nose for a few minutes after waking up while waiting for mommy to come and change him. He was surprised to learn that she had wet the bed overnight when she had to change her pull-ups despite using the potty while mommy changed his diaper. Unfortunately, mommy decided he needed a second booster pad in his diapers now, so when he stood up it was even harder to keep his legs together and he had to waddle around from now on due to the extra padding. For that day's dress-up, mommy had decided that a onesie similar to his first day was the way to go, meanwhile Seester got a nice miniskirt and t-shirt combination.

            And then came the news - they were going over to the park to meet Debbie and her girls again, and then to Debbie's house for dinner. They were walking into the proverbial Lion's Den, and Johnny was going to be at the tip of the spear.

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Chapter 7 - So We Can Learn to Pick Ourselves Back Up

 

            Johnny was dejected about his current situation - the car ride to the park would be short, and once there he'd be in much the same boat as before: at the mercy of Alice the Malice. He glanced over at Seester, whom seemed unfazed as always, gently stroking her stuffie. He'd come to assume it was a wolf of some kind, but he could never figure out if it was bipedal or a quadruped, and every glance seemed to give him a different answer. She wouldn't abandon it for anything, it seemed, and he wondered why that would be the case: it didn't really seem like her at all.

            Soon enough, they'd arrived. He was upgraded by mommy with a tactical bonnet and then helped into a dual-seater stroller. While the walk to the playground was not far from the parking lot, this was still his default method of transportation, much to his chagrin. Seester was allowed to walk, since it wasn't that far anyways, and he felt a bit of...what did he feel, exactly? He'd felt a routine barrage of shame and humiliation at every little thing since he'd arrived, and while he regretted his 'little' sister showing him up, he also felt a bit of pride that he had someone strong like her to rely on. Maybe now he could face Alice on a more even footing...

            They were the first to arrive, and mommy sent them over on their way with a light pat on his padded butt. He waddled over, his double-booster-pad diaper impeding his movement quite heavily, whereas Sabrina had no such limitations. They found their way over to the swingset, something he realized he would be experiencing for the first time. Much to his not-surprise, it was not the traditional swingset one would expect, oh no, that'd be asking for too much - it was nothing but those little kiddy swings where you couldn't really fall off. "Diaper swings" he'd called them back in the day. Surely this is some cosmic form of karma, I know it.

            Johnny sighed. "Listen, Seester..." he tried to find the words. "Be careful around Alice, okay? She's kinda pushy, and she likes to...bully...especially me."

            Sabrina looked over at him lazily, not in a mean way, but just in her usual disconnected way that she did. "It sounds like you deserved some of it, but I will not let her go overboard on you."

            It was as good as he could hope for. "Thanks."

            "Yoo-hooooo~," a familiar voice called out. He looked over his shoulder and there the two were, Alice leading Lily by the hand. Lily, unsurprisingly, was sufficiently dressed like a baby, but her outfit of onesie/overalls of some kind matched the more kindergartener-y looking overalls that Alice wore. Given this, he assumed with dismay that her punishment had ended earlier than expected. Of course. "Ohhh, is this your little sister?"

            Sabrina nodded. "Nice to meet you. I am Sabrina."

            Alice practically squealed with delight. "Oh, how fun! I'm Alice, and this is Lily! How are you liking it here so far?"

            "It has been nice - mommy is very kind," Sabrina didn't commit to a conversation.

            Alice nodded. "Julia really is, yeah. You're super lucky. Well," she flicked a glance at Johnny. "Aside from your baby big brother."

            "Broother is not a problem," Sabrina countered lightly.

            "Brew-thur?" Lily questioned. Alice didn't have a good answer, so Sabrina sighed as if explaining something basic. "He and I have gotten along quite well - you should be less hard on him, Alice, it is unbecoming."

            "R-right," Alice stumbled her words. Clearly she hadn't been expecting Sabrina to be so...forceful. Johnny had to place conscious effort on not chiming in: best to just let Seester do her thing, she was already doing better than he ever had. Did she...call me Broother to keep parity? But that was a mistake! Whatever, it works, let her do her thing.

            "Would you like to join us? We were about to try the swings." Sabrina offered an olive branch, one readily accepted by the duo.

            Things went rather well after this - they took turns with their siblings, Lily and Johnny being first on the swings while Alice and Sabrina pushed, respectively. The two chatted fairly normally, Sabrina still being quite reserved with her answers but otherwise socializing quite normally with Alice. The two shared something of a bond over being the more 'mature' sibling, and it didn't take long for Alice to start in on Johnny still being in diapers. Sabrina described it as something that, 'could not be helped' and wasn't too worried about it overall, and Alice seemed to agree for Lily, at least after Sabrina didn't take the bait. They discussed potty training a bit, some talk about pull-ups and dreams of completing it and one day becoming mommies themselves, and Johnny couldn't help but wonder why Sabrina got significantly easier treatment than he did on his first day. Then again, she wasn't running around arrogantly proclaiming something as she did, so there wasn't much to say for it. She's a lot more accepting, humble - has a lot less delusions of grandeur, I guess...

            Switching was a much quieter point, as Lily didn't really have any meaningful insight other than 'wheeeeee' when she pushed Alice, and Sabrina was almost completely silent, still petting her stuffie all the while. After a few minutes of this they clambered out and found somewhere shady to rest for a bit and cool down over a series of juice boxes, a sweet staple of the new life they lived.

            "So," Alice turned to Johnny, and he mentally winced in preparation. "How's it been, Tinkle Trousers?"

            "Good," he said carefully.

            "That's good," she sipped at her juice box. "You weren't doing so well the other night."

            He turned scarlet, remembering that humiliating night where she'd made him wet his diaper, then he'd leaked all over the carpet in front of them...his bladder had finally recovered from the ordeal, but it still left him feeling queasy just thinking about it. "Y-yeah, I'm doing better now."

            She nodded. "Mommy let me go back to pull-ups today since I've been doing so well, and I'm hoping to try for big kid panties next week."

            "Is that so?" Sabrina asked, pausing her petting of her plush mid-stride. "Very interesting. You must be very proud of such an achievement."

            Taking a moment to ensure she wasn't being facetious, Alice beamed. "Well naturally, I mean. It isn't easy sometimes, but I do alright."

            Sabrina pondered this for a moment and then nodded, resuming the petting tic of hers. "Broother could learn a few things from you in that regard."

            This caught them both off guard. When no one responded, she continued. "While I do not mind if he still needs diapers, I am not the best role model for this. My bladder is small and weak, and I cannot set the best example I would like to. Perhaps, in this, you may be a role model?"

            Alice looked back and forth between the two, as if certain this was a trap. "Well...I mean, I couldn't just not let a friend - that is, like-" she hesitated. "Sure! Yeah, I can try and show Johnny how it's done. You got it, Sab."

            "Thank you," Sabrina nodded humbly, waiting for Alice to turn her back to help Lily fit the straw in her juice box before flicking her eyes to Johnny and nodding. He had no idea what she was doing or what she meant, but decided against trying to ask. Clearly she had an ulterior motive, but...he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.

            Lily was already wet, but Alice - despite complaining - didn't feel the need to interrupt their playtime yet, so the four hopped off to play a game of hopscotch, something Sabrina absolutely dominated at against all expectations. Then it was a game of tag, and then some sand-castle-making at the sandbox, and then back to the swings, and before he knew it Johnny realized he was actually having a really good time, losing track of time and effort itself. Yeah...this is more like it, just running around and having fun with people on the playground...this is the good life.

            The mommies wanted to go for a short walk around the park again before grabbing lunch, and soon Johnny found himself loaded up into the stroller again. As mommy was helping him in and Debbie was helping buckle Lily in, he noticed Sabrina taking a moment to check her pull-up in the background. He noticed a small fade on it, and understood she had leaked a bit and was making sure she wouldn't need a change. While she was doing this, Alice picked up her stuffie. "Aww...he's really cute," she said, looking the thing over.

            Sabrina lurched up and turned her torso to face the other girl right away. "...she is." Her voice had lowered and was cautious, almost menacing.

            "Can I hold him - her, just for this lil' walk? I'll give her right back, I promise. Just want to see her be cutie for a little bit, and it'll help keep Lily from making a big fuss."

            Sabrina didn't even hesitate. "No. I am sorry, but I do not want to be separated from her at this time." She waited a moment. "Please, give her back to me. I will show her to Lily and you later, all you want."

            "Alice~," Debbie called out, unaware of what was transpiring. "Come here please, for the stroller: Lily wants her big sister."

            "Wai-" Sabrina held out her hand, but Alice had already scampered off to the stroller with Lily, and after one foot Sabrina stopped mid-stride. Her hand trembled briefly, but slowly slumped to her side. She watched for a few seconds before Julia called her over to their stroller, and Sabrina complied. Her face had hardened, something he hadn't expected. It tugged at his heartstrings: he wasn't sure why she cared so darn much about that little stuffed wolf plush, but it was something she refused to be without, and he knew it meant a lot to her.

            She was eerily quiet for the stroll, not that she was much of a conversationalist to begin with. She just sat back, hands resting on her lap. She squirmed once in awhile, and after a bit he began to realize she'd peed her pants a couple of times. Not enough to leak, but it slowly started to click in his mind, maybe that plush was something of a comfort for her, made it easier for her to hold it? What a weird thought, but if that was the case...then she needed it back sooner rather than later.

            He nudged her in the side gently to get her attention, then leaned over and whispered to her. "We'll get him back for you."

            "Her," she mumbled. "I want her back..."

            Johnny winced again, empathy taking over. "Right, we'll get her back."

            She turned to look at him. "We will do more than that, Broother...we will teach her to never take Gwendolyn so lightly again in her life."

            Johnny gulped. He'd never seen Sabrina this animated, this intense. She leaned in to him, her voice dropping low to avoid being heard, her eyes simmering with anger. "We will make her pay."

            He felt something warm start to wash down below, and realized he was pissing himself. Not taking his eyes off of her, he nodded slowly. She leaned back to her normal seat and jittered a little, almost as if a nerve had gotten the better of her. He tried to avoid her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. Seester was terrifying in a way he couldn't describe, and he was right next to her, trapped in a stroller with no way to escape...the thought made him resume peeing, and he tried to justify it mentally but everything he told himself just made him more embarrassed about it. He was a coward, ashamed to even say he was her brother. But there was nothing that could be done about it now - their course was locked.

            Sabrina was out for blood, and Johnny was quite literally along for the ride.

 

Chapter 8 - Revenge is Always Sweet

 

            They stopped by a fast-food restaurant after the park ride, loading up into their respective vans and driving off. Sabrina had needed to change her pull-ups after the walk, having indeed wet herself, only confirming Johnny's suspicions that she needed her plush to help mitigate this. Alice had indeed given the thing back, and in fine condition all the same. Lily was enamored and giddy with it, but Sabrina seemed to have no intention of forgiving this apparent crime. She wordlessly took 'Gwendolyn' back and stalked away from them, her eyes betraying her otherwise relaxed expression: she looked hell-bent on making Alice suffer for what she had done, an intensity Johnny didn't think the girl capable of.

            While they ate their trademarked, 'Joyful Meals', he noticed Sabrina constantly death-staring at Alice. Attempts at conversation would occasionally elicit a short response, but never anything more than a word or two, and rarely eye contact. Having eaten their fill, their mommies sent them off to the playpen, something surprisingly large. A jungle-gym of quite large proportions, a ball pit and a curvy slide that went all the way back down. He hadn't been changed yet and still felt a bit damp, but now that his diaper was double-boosted mommy was less-inclined to change him unless he either messed in his diaper or unless he really peed himself. So, still damp, he went off to play. There was a surprising lack of other kids present, only a couple others but they didn't seem too interested and mostly kept to themselves.

            The four friends of varying degrees clambered about within the jungle gym, up climbing walls, stairs, across tunnels and down slides. They seemed to be having a good time apart from Sabrina, whom was quiet and laser-focused. He found it odd that she had no need of her plush when she was romping around playing, but letting someone else borrow it without her explicit permission was tantamount to committing war crimes. Maybe it was because she trusted mommy Julia? Maybe only certain people could 'earn' the honor of caretaking the little stuffie after proving themselves to her, or some kind of weird system like that.

            Deciding to retire to the ball pit, they jumped in amongst the soft rubber spheres and crawled about in a on-the-spot game of 'snake tag'. It was going pretty well, though Johnny and Lily with their extra padding gave them a major disadvantage in terms of dexterity. Aside from the terror that was his sister, he was having a good time again.

            And that's when the rain came to his parade. Having been tagged 'it', Sabrina darted for Alice with the speed of a demon, seizing her a little too roughly by the ankle and causing the other girl to flop onto her face. Sabrina paused mid-game, and stood up. "I am sorry," she offered her hand to help Alice up. "Are you okay?"

            Johnny held his breath, hoping it wouldn't go poorly. Alice squirmed, slapping Sabrina's hand aside. "That really hurt," she growled, standing up to go. However, the girl stopped dead in her tracks when Sabrina grabbed her by the wrist.

            "You are not being very nice," Sabrina responded flatly.

            "Is this about your stupid plushie?" Alice yanked her hand back.

            "Her name is Gwendolyn," Sabrina corrected.

            Alice pushed Sabrina with both hands, "Give it a rest, new girl." Sabrina, however, didn't flinch - pushed back slightly, she kept her left foot anchored while her right swung back in an arc across the floor, skidding to a halt perpendicular to her front foot in a stabilized stance: she had barely budged. Alice suddenly realized her mistake, but it was too late. Sabrina stood up to Alice quite literally, close and staring her down in a bid for dominance. It was like watching two cats neck-and-neck, about to fight for Alpha status.

            Alice moved first, attempting to push Sabrina back again, but the latter was prepared for this. Ducking, she slid behind Alice, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and pulling them back down into the sea of plastic spheres. There was a bit of clatter as they grunted and groaned in the wrestling. Lily clapped her hands joyously while Johnny looked on, uncertain of whether he should help or get help or just stand there and watch.

            Sabrina had her legs wrapped around Alice's midsection while her arms kept her in a Full Nelson wrestling move of some kind...Johnny wasn't certain of the vernacular, but it looked impressive all the same. Not really dangerous, but Alice didn't seem to believe that. "Do not," she snarled. "Take. My. Gwendolyn. From. Me. Again!" She squeezed a bit harder, and Alice started crying and squealing.

            "Okay!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm-" Johnny looked at her crotch, noticing a small wet patch start to soak into it by each thigh cuff. His eyes widened, suddenly realizing that she was peeing her pants as she struggled against her restraints. He wasn't sure if she was scared, or if Sabrina was depressing her bladder or both, but a small satisfaction washed over him as he watched the girl wet herself in such an embarrassing display of immaturity. Serves you right, he smirked.

            Sensing submission, Sabrina relented, and Alice sat there sobbing and peeing in a disgraceful, disheveled mess. Sabrina stood up and, with one last pointed look, started walking away. "Come on, Broother," she told him as she walked by, her calm neutral form returned.

            He nodded. "R-right," he stammered, looking at Alice. She sat there on the floor, rocking back and forth a bit. She really did look like some kindergartener, blubbering and sniffling over her accident. She didn't really seem aware of his presence, and she began to suck her thumb for comfort as the tears flowed freely. Lily had gotten bored of it all and went back to messing around in the little playpen of sorts, oblivious to what had largely transpired.

            "Broother," Sabrina's voice called out.

            "Coming!" he replied, scampering back to get to her. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, and he would've liked to get in a bit of a dig at her himself...but it was nice seeing someone take her down a peg or two. Revenge was indeed sweet.

 

            Unsurprisingly, once Debbie found out about Alice's accident, she wasn't too happy, but she wasn't very vocal about it either. She just calmly lead the girl to the bathroom, carrying her diaper bag normally meant for Lily with her. As they watched the two disappear into the room, Johnny began to wonder if they'd get in trouble. Technically, Sabrina had gotten a bit too rough with Alice, even though it was certainly justifiable. However, when Alice returned in a clean pair of overalls like she wore previously with a bit more waddle to her step and a wide-eyed glance at Sabrina, it stated pretty clearly that she got the message and wouldn't pick a fight with her anymore. It was pretty quiet after that, and it wasn't long before they were in-transit to Debbie's house.

            Julia talked it up quite a bit, telling them about how Debbie had a pool in the backyard and more room to roam around as well. She told the pair that she'd taken the liberty of packing bathing suits for them in case they wanted to go, but not to feel obligated if they didn't want to. Johnny nodded, but his thoughts were still of what had happened back at the restaurant. It was incredible, watching Sabrina take down Alice like that after she'd been a brat, watching the girl get her just desserts.

            He realized that she had done it for her beloved stuffie, which she now cradled like a child, but it still felt good. Johnny felt proud, like he'd had any hand whatsoever in what had transpired, even if all he did was play onlooker. Alice had it coming to her, what goes around comes around.

            Debbie's house was indeed  bigger, on a larger plot of land with more room to move about. The pool was decently sized in the backyard, right off of the patio, and Johnny felt excited to go check it out. First things first, Debbie had Alice apologize for her babyish behavior back in the restaurant in front of everyone, and assured them she'd be kept in diapers until she'd proven she wouldn't repeat that mannerism in public. Naturally, Julia dismissed this as her just having a bad day, but Alice refused to make eye contact with Sabrina all the same. Sabrina, on the other hand, made no special mention of it, beyond stating once offhandedly that, 'sometimes, these things happen'.

            They did end up deciding to take a trip to the pool, and Johnny was at first quite excited. "You said you packed bathing suits for us, mommy?"

            "Yup!" she giggled, laying out a changing mat. He began to get a bit suspicious of this action, but said nothing. "Lay down for mommy, I'll get you changed.

            He hesitated, but ended up waddling over and laying down for her. He hadn't had any further wettings, but he was still glad to be rid of his diaper. That was, until she pulled something pink out of the diaper bag. Always girly stuff with her...why can't it ever be blue?

            "W-what's that?" he stammered, struggling to look from his position on his back.

            "A swim diaper," Julia explained, starting to pull the thing up his legs. "Just in case you have an accident in the pool."

            He should've figured. He sighed, but otherwise didn't argue - it would've been a fruitless endeavor, and he really didn't need any more arguing. Johnny did feel better about it once he realized Alice and Lily were both meeting the same fight. Sabrina was told it wouldn't be necessary for her, but she said she'd feel safer about it all the same after today. Reluctantly, Julia proffered her one as well, which the girl took to the bathroom with her.

            The 'bathing suits' were literally no better, all of which appeared to be two-piece girls' swimsuits that would be hard-pressed to be any more babyish than they were - bright pink with white frilly trim. He wanted to deny this, but mommy wouldn't have any of it, and she helped him into the awkward thing with care. Taking a moment to adore his 'cute' appearance, she helped attach little floatie things to his arms to he'd be safe (despite the pool literally being standing depth) and shipped him off to the patio. Alice and Lily were already testing the water, which was surprisingly not that cold. They settled in.

            Alice mumbled something unintelligible. "Hm?" Johnny asked.

            She blushed. "I said your sister's really something."

            "Oh," Johnny suddenly felt bad for her, not sure of how to respond. "Yeah, I guess she is."

            They were silent for a few moments, just kind've floating about. The absurdity caught him off guard for a moment - here they were, three relatively-mature young adults, all wearing kiddy-floats on their arms (or a life jacket, in Lily's case), wearing water diapers and baby swimsuits in a pool. It sounded really silly when he thought about it 'out loud', but it was starting to become so normal to him he barely cared anymore. He almost wanted to chuckle at it: what was supposed to be an 'easy' escape was turning into quite the adventure.

            Alice looked uncomfortable, like she wanted to say more. "She's intense, TinkleTrousers - better watch your back."

            Before he could respond, Seester had returned. She didn't have Gwendolyn with her and looked fine with this, no doubt having left the thing in mommy's capable hands. She slipped into the pool rather nonchalantly, glancing about at the party before responding, "cold."

            Lily splashed water at Sabrina and giggled, and within a few seconds there was a splash fight amongst the group - the hesitancy and perhaps even tension seemed to go along with it, and Johnny felt relaxed realizing that his sister and his up-until-recently nemesis were actually getting along really well. Maybe this is okay like this, he thought. He felt a lot warmer and more comfortable, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that part of that was a result of him peeing in his diaper. It was harder to notice, being in the water and all, but oh well. He was wearing diapers, was he not? Why bother making a big fuss out of it in the moment?

            They eventually settled into a game of Marco Polo, one which Lily was sufficiently terrible at, but still had a good time regardless. Johnny caught a glimpse of her rear end at one point and noticed that it sagged more than usual, and he guessed and why that was the case, but chose not to say anything about it, though he did try a bit harder to stay away from her. Luckily, she wasn't the quickest, so it wasn't too hard. Eventually feeling bad for her, he allowed her to 'catch' him off guard at one point, and the game continued.

            Soon thereafter, their mommies had come to retrieve them, and they'd uniformly returned inside. Lily was in need of a change, but Johnny and the other two got off lucky with a quick towel-off and then unceremonious switch back to diapers. To his surprise, Sabrina actually requested a switch to diapers as well, saying she was not feeling the best and would feel better not having to worry about it for the rest of the day. Julia complied with this, though she got off with the 'lighter' diapers that Johnny had experienced the first day he'd arrived, and without pads. She looked kinda cute, something he didn't want to admit, but he couldn't shake the thought from his mind regardless.

            The four of them sat around for a bit, awaiting an inevitable dinner: Johnny began to understand how much grander Debbie's house really was - the rooms were larger, better furnished, and Alice and Lily even got their own separate rooms. Lily's nursery wasn't too much different from his own, perhaps a bit larger, but Alice's reminded him of his own when he was younger, having bunkbeds available, albeit vacant. Bunkbeds, plural, as in two separate ones available for use. He wondered if maybe they'd be able to have a sleepover at some point...

            Lily tottered in around then and the four sat down to talk for awhile. Alice indulged them with some funny stories from her time in Imagine That, her journey through the convoluted test that was Potty Training and how she'd gotten to the point she had. Apparently, she'd arrived with the intention of experiencing it firsthand and becoming a Mommy herself some day. Johnny had a hard time believing that she found any of this to be enjoyable at face value, viewing it like some alternative lifestyle, but he supposed he couldn't judge her, either. He'd been enjoying himself, at times, even if he wasn't fully certain why.

            Lily wasn't forthcoming with her own story, but Alice seemed to infer that she'd come here as an escape from her real life, as a way of coping. Johnny didn't push too far past that. Johnny, while reluctant to share his personal experience, felt obligated to do so and explained to them that he'd originally arrived due to inability to get a job to support himself, and he was hoping to cash out afterwards. Alice, for a mercy, didn't seem to judge him for this, but she did affirm that that explained a lot about his attitude here. Sabrina, on the other hand, chastised him for being a bit selfish about it, and hoped he would learn more about himself and grow as a person to be more selfless going forward. She did this not rudely, and though the words stung he found himself confessing to agreeing with them. Meanwhile, her story was much less enjoyable: she'd lost her parents in a plane crash when she was extremely young, and she'd never fully developed in certain ways as a result: namely, she'd never been fully potty trained after it. He began to understand that her little plush wolf, the one she called Gwendolyn, was a gift from her parents the day she'd lost them as a little girl: it was the only piece of comfort that remained. True to her earlier word, she did allow Alice and Lily to inspect it for a little bit, carefully, and she hawk-eyed them the whole time.

            Johnny had no idea of any of this - he started to understand how it had shaped her to be someone so detached yet simultaneously so intense. In fact, he began to understand how all of them had become like they had: Alice wanted to be carefree, and to live out a life of escalation, and to do that she had to start at the bottom and fight hard to be the best. Lily was trying to escape from whatever her adult life held in it,  trying to hide among an innocent and carefree life as a younger person. Sabrina had been scarred by fate, and it had left a permanent mark on her that she would probably never recover from. He'd been focused of easiness and comfort and it had blinded him - the term 'first world problems' came to mind, and it had made him arrogant and uncaring. I really have been like a child this whole time...maybe this is where I deserve to be, not out there in the real, adult world.

            Sensing that the tone had downshifted as everyone shared some somber thoughts on the matter, Sabrina spoke up. "Well, it cannot be helped. So let us make the most of what we have here." At a few puzzled looks, she sat up on her haunches a bit more than usual. "We have each other, do we not? For all our differences, our good and our bad, for all our trouble and history we carry, we still have one another."

            Alice hesitated, but then held out her hand, palm-down. "Hear, hear. I know I've not been a good friend up to this point, but I want to change that now, with all of you. If nothing else, you have me." Sabrina, hesitating herself, put out one hand onto Alice's in the same manner.

            "An mee!" Lily even joined in. "Fwiends!"

            The three girls looked at Johnny. I don't deserve to call myself their friend, their brother, whatever. I'm-

            "Broother," Sabrina's voice cut him off. "Your Seester and your friends need you."

            ...she was right. They deserved better than him, but he was what they had. He could become better, he could be there for them. Nodding, as much to convince himself as them, he put his hand out. "I know I've been...too proud for my own good, but I'm going to change that now. I promise."

            They held this out for a few seconds more, the silence bonding them once and for all. In the coming days, they would have only one another for support.

            In the coming days, they would need it.

 

Chapter 9 - New Solutions, New Problems

 

            The rest of the night was, surprisingly, uneventful. At some clever begging from Lily (and, after some pushing, Alice), Debbie and Julia agreed to let them have a sleepover. They'd had a simple dinner of mac'n'cheese and then been off to play around. Alice procured several board games, and Sabrina had dominated them at a round of Monopoly. Lily, unsurprisingly, had not done so well during this, but seemed like she didn't care, simply enjoying the fun while it was there. Alice had made a point to screw over Johnny using Boardwalk, but in the process fell victim to 'death row' Sabrina had quietly made of the previous 3 monopolies leading up to it. Once all said and done, she had been declared by Lily to be 'king' of Monopoly, a title she unwillingly accepted.

            Taking up checkers, they'd held a makeshift tournament after this. Alice proved deceptively good at this, and even Lily held her own quite well. In the end, it had come down to a tiebreaker between Alice and Sabrina, one which ended up in a stalemate, and the two had to call it a draw. Still, no bad blood between them all - if anything, with each passing hour, the four became more and more bonded.

            Something during the interlude, Alice stood up and stretched down. Exhaling through clenched teeth for several seconds while she stretched out, she finally stood up. "Ah...much better." It took Johnny far longer than it should have to realize what she meant.

            "You keep going like that you're gonna have a leak," he warned, but she brushed this off. "Nahh, I'll be fine. Besides, sick of having to hold it all the time."

            "I guess, but..." he hesitated: seemed like a weird thing to bring up. "Doesn't it bother you, being wet like that?"

            She thought on this for a moment, then shrugged. "Not especially. It's..." she blushed, the absurdity catching up with her for a brief moment, but she committed. "...it's warm, and soft, and I don't have to spend a bunch of time and effort planning trips to the bathroom or walking out on everyone when we're having a good time."

            "So it's a matter of convenience."

            "A bit, yeah. So?"

            He didn't really have a good response. "I mean, I guess. Just thought it might bother you, having to spend your night in a pissy diaper when you're used to-"

            Johnny bit his lip. Alice had warned him about being a potty mouth, and that if Julia caught him he'd be in for a world of hurt. "-used to pull-ups."

            Alice inhaled, as much from consternation about his lapse in verbal tranquility as her hope that the adults hadn't heard. "It's not really that big of a deal. Besides...you're all in the same boat as me, so there's no reason to be embarrassed about it. Right?"

            "Alice is correct," Sabrina came to her defense. "It is convenient, and removes a point of worry that might otherwise be embarrassing. Likewise, we are together - there is no reason to be ashamed or concerned." She looked over at Lily. "...though some maybe roll with it farther than others."

            Alice scowled at this, but didn't say anything. She was defensive of Lily, having known her before Imagine That, but she knew Sabrina didn't mean it in a harsh way. "Honestly, I never really made any friends here before all of you."

            "Can't imagine why," Johnny stuck his tongue out at her. He hoped she wouldn't take him too seriously.

            She did not. "Wasn't many people willing to be friends. People liked hanging out with Lily because she's so innocent, but this place isn't filled with all nice individuals. Frankly, some are even downright mean: bullies, to say the least."

            He'd never heard of this before, not in such terms. "Like, biker-gang bullies?"

            "Something like that," Alice shuddered. "Kindergarteners. Some kids get to big kid undies and it immediately gets to their head. Scroll around on their bicycles, making fun of anyone with a padded butt."

            "And their mommies do nothing of it?" Sabrina inquired.

            "Not all of them. Sometimes they're busy, looking the other way, whatever the case may be. You know how it is." Alice sat down, crossing her legs. "I managed to keep a low profile up to this point, only had one bad run-in with one. They were jeering at Lily, but sped off when I threatened to get mommy."

            Johnny considered this. He'd dealt with gangs of bullies throughout school, much like everyone, but the fact that existed here put a new elevated piece of an already complicated puzzle into play. "So...can we do anything about it?"

            Alice thought about this for several seconds. "Not really - there's a lot of rules here, but if it fits into the kiddy aesthetic, we're kind've helpless."

            "Act like kids, get treated like kids," Johnny murmured. "But wait, that means we can fight back on them if we do it like we would have when we were little."

            "That's bold. What are you gonna do, wet yourself throw a rattle at them?"

            "P-probably, but that's not what I meant. If mommy isn't around, how do kids usually deal with this kind of stuff?"

            "Band together, teach a lesson, make an example," Sabrina answered.

            "Exactly," Johnny continued, grateful for her assist. "If they're a gang of bully older kids, then we gang up on them, make an example of one, and they'll leave us alone."

            Alice snickered at this before breaking into full-blown laughter, rolling about on her back. Johnny felt almost certain she was peeing her pants again during this, watching her diaper slowly expand and darken in a certain spot. "Hoo, that's great. We're gonna make a fighting team to go get justice on the bullies. Woo!"

            "I'm being serious!" he pouted.

            "Yeah I know you are, TinkleTrousers." Alice sat back up, looking dead serious. "And I'm telling you that that's gonna be an uphill battle the likes of which you can't imagine."

            He looked over at Lily, an idea coming into his head. "...you want to keep Lily safe, right?"

            She figured out where he was going and glowered at him. "Of course I do."

            "Well, safety in numbers. She'll be a lot safer and happier among a group of...uh, heroes! Yeah." He looked at Lily. "Wanna be a superhero team with everyone?"

            "Yayyyy!" she cheered. "Supahhewoes!"

            "There, it's decided." Johnny nodded at Alice. "The four of us, we're not just friends: we're going to stick up for each other, protect each other, and make sure we all get whatever joy we're going for out of our time here."

            "Wow, Broother," Sabrina sounded sarcastic, though as usual it was impossible to tell. "Spoken like a true leader."

            "Yeah, when did you get so confident?" Alice cocked an eyebrow. "Well, whatever. Fine - from this day forward and all that, we're a team."

            "If I may," Sabrina joined in again. "Alice is the most experienced of all of us. Your insight is our best advantage - tell us more about your experience and knowledge with these groups, so we can better prepare."

            Alice nodded, getting a few building blocks and Lego figures. She started arranging them into what Johnny began to realize was a mock-up of the park. "Alright, so here's an example of what I've seen. A couple of kindergarteners were fooling around over here in the sandbox one day when the gang came up. I don't remember their gang name, so we'll call them the ChooChoos."

            "...they have gang names?" Johnny asked incredulously.

            "Some, yes, now pay attention." Alice pinched his thigh, and he shut right down and focused. "There were three of them, and they did the usual mantra of making fun of the 'babies'. When they didn't respond, one of the ChooChoos came over and gave a kid a wedgie while the others stomped out their sand castle and broke their plastic shovel. They sped off before anyone could intervene."

            "They can really just go wherever?" Johnny asked again. He realized this may have been a mistake, interrupting without being called on.

            "More or less - remember, Imagine That is its own private area. No one gets in or out unless corporate wants them to, and they keep a tight lid on security. As far as the kids go, they're pretty well safe on their training wheels."

            "So they can go anywhere they want...which means nowhere is safe."

            "You're safe inside your house or within earshot of your mommy. Now, since all of us have been put back in diapers, or pull-ups if some of us behave-" she paused, not missing an opportunity to put down Johnny. He ignored it. "-we have no such freedom. However, there's one critical weakness that these bullies have."

            "And what's that? They have infinite range and almost no accountability so long as a mommy doesn't get their hands on them. What weakness could they have?" Johnny couldn't connect the dots, didn't see what it was.

            Sabrina, however, did. "Potty accidents," Sabrina murmured. "They have undies, which means they do not have a safety net. If they have any issues, they get punished for it quite severely." She pointed to the group of Lego men that represented the bullies. "They can't operate too far from their mommies for too long, which means they probably take 'routes' for sport. It would stand to reason that they alternate routes to avoid getting caught. Regardless, they have to be within operating distance of a bathroom or they run the risk of losing their status, something they must needs work very hard to resecure." She looked at Alice. "Yes?"

            "Bingo-bango-bongo," Alice finger-gunned at Sabrina. "Mommies operate under simple principles, namely that their little ones are, well, little. Do you think a mommy will take the time to tell if some kids undies are soaked in pee-pee or lemonade, for example?"

            "Well...no, I guess not," Johnny admitted.

            "Then there you have it," Alice removed the legs from one of the Lego figures to simulate this. "They're bold because they're in large numbers. If you humiliate one, take him down a few notches and trap him in a position where his only option is to inevitably confront his mommy where he knows that he's going to get taken back a grade or two, the others will steer clear from you. Defeat one, you defeat them all." She knocked over a small line of Dominos.

            "Counterplay," Sabrina looked over the design. "We cannot actively seek out these bullies, but we can lure them into a trap and then counter them."

            "That's as far as I figured out," Alice admitted. "I couldn't take on a group by my lonesome, and I didn't want Lily to get caught in the crosshairs, so whenever a group was around we'd try and keep our heads low. But now..."

            "Now you have a gang of your own," Johnny nodded. "Four's a strong bunch."

            "Three," Alice shook her head. "Lily isn't going to do much in the way of active work here, and that's not the point. I don't want her getting in harm's way, this is to protect her and ourselves, not make new enemies."

            "Si vis pacem, para bellum," Sabrina quoted humbly. "If you want peace, prepare for war."

            Alice let off a low whistle. "There you go, TinkleTrousers. Think, Johnny!" Alice pointed to her temples. "The bigger a group, the bigger the target. The four of us as a group of friends are going to be ripe for the picking, so we're going to need to be ready for when it happens. You wanna be left alone? Then get ready for trouble."

            Johnny conceded to this point. "Alright...so let's see what we can do."

            They ran through a few different scenarios, Alice making mock-up maps using whatever toys were available. She explained what she'd noticed for routes and possible encounters they might face, what went down, how people were affected, potential counters they could use to fend off any bullies, and so on. Johnny wondered how exactly this was how his night was ending, but he'd since given up trying to rationalize his life anymore: this was how it was.

            He squirmed a little, watching Alice explain a situation within the mall's playground from his second day. He needed to pee quite badly, but didn't want to make a scene in front of the girls. Finally, Sabrina had called him out on it and told him to just go, since he was distracting her. As much per her command as he was frightened of arguing with her about it, he promptly wet himself while both girls watched. Sufficiently humiliated, he was quiet and well-behaved going forward.

            Alice herself had to stop once to pee, making another scene out of it herself, as she tended to do for reasons unknown. Sabrina, however, gave no such indication, though a diaper check from Alice demonstrated that Sabrina had been wetting herself on-and-off again for some time now. She confessed openly that it was hard for her to hold it, due to her past, and that she didn't mind being in diapers if it meant she wasn't at risk of leaking. Her candor was appreciated, if strange, but seeing no reason to request a change they continued unabated.

            As the night wore on, Debbie finally came by to check on them and send them off to bed. Lily was lead off to the nursery to be changed before bedtime, but she said she'd entrust Johnny and Sabrina with Alice for the time being. Alice showed them to their bunks, with Sabrina taking the upper bunk and Johnny the lower. She claimed this was for safety reasons, as she had more faith in his sister, but it was moot to him. Once sufficiently locked into place and their safety sides up, Johnny drifted off to sleep.

            He woke up early in the middle of the night with Sabrina standing before him. He gasped, still half-asleep before realizing who it was. "Oh, Seester," he rubbed his eyes. "Everything okay?"

            "I had a nightmare," she admitted flatly. "Can I sleep with you?"

            He was about to say no, but her puppy-eyes won him over in the end. "Y-yeah, sure, that's fine." Nodding her thanks, she climbed aboard and snuggled up, drifting off to sleep almost immediately. He needed to pee really badly, and her constantly jiggling him wasn't helping. Her thigh found its way between his legs, and she jerked at something in her dreams, the force causing his bladder to contract and he found himself wetting his diaper yet again. Sighing at whatever force of bad luck insisted on him always being in situations like this, he did his best to fall asleep, though what felt like a few minutes later he was awoken yet again with Alice pacing about, biting her nails.

            "Alice, what are you doing..." he mumbled. "Go back to sleep."

            She whimpered. "I gotta go," was all she said. He knew what she meant.

            "It's fine," he offered. "We're all in this together."

            The girl was unconvinced. He tried again: "We're all already wet - no sense fretting about going some more."

            "That's not what I-" she started, but stopped, seeing the futility of it. "Fine..."

            He turned the other way to give her some privacy, but the sound of her grunting for a bit and sobbing a little through her forearm told the story all the same. Hearing her return to her bed, he returned to sleep. I don't see any way out of this now...all four of us are gonna be stuck in diapers, and that's gonna get us in trouble, sooner or later.

 

            Once Debbie had woken up she'd had no problem getting them all changed and dressed up. Julia was taking the time to deal with some personal business from the sounds of it, but she'd be by in the afternoon for them. Until then, 'aunt' Debbie was in charge.

            Debbie had no problems getting her two new charges under control, though Johnny was dismayed to find out she was indeed all too willing to treat them all as young as she conceivably could - somehow, she'd found even smaller clothes for him to wear, and now he found himself equipped with a tight red shirt that bared most of his belly and a black skirt that did more for him horizontally than vertically, and his now triple-padded diaper was almost completely visible for all to see. Debbie called it adorable, but Johnny couldn't help but feel like he'd be the biggest target of them all. Then again, Lily fared no better, a violet tutu being her biggest defense with a matching shirt. Sabrina matched him with a red and black onesie, tight enough to make it painfully obvious she too was diapered. Alice was lucky enough to get a small-skirted onesie, though with two pads in her diaper she was sufficiently brought down to the realm of the rest of them.

            Cool, we're a bunch of babies, Johnny thought. Baby clothes? Check. Mommies? Check. Diapers? Check. Bunch of babies...yep, someone was gonna call them that, he could feel it.

            Lily peed herself by the time they were finished getting dressed, so Debbie was off to change her while the others observed their new clothing situation. "Somehow, this is worse," Johnny grumbled.

            Alice shrugged. "Mommy...has her moments. She's fine with babying people over the smallest of things: she and Julia must have agreed to this, for some reason." She inspected her clothes. "Don't read into it too hard - I'm sure she'll find something more revealing for me in due time."

            "You poor thing," Johnny grumbled. "She may as well not even give me a skirt at this point."

            Alice snorted. "Careful what you wish for."

            "I'm serious! And don't give me that, girls are used to this sort of thing. I never worse a skirt in my life until a few days ago."

            "Oh wah, you have to wear a skirt," Alice rolled her eyes. "Level with me, Sab, is this the end of the world?"

            "It is not," Sabrina affirmed.

            "There you go - grow up and deal with it."

            And now they were double-teaming him. Yesterday they were at each other's throats, now they were best of friends. Johnny didn't understand girls in the slightest.

            "Well...I guess it's not too bad...never thought I'd say this, but I kind of miss my onesie." Johnny was too beaten to care what he was saying, it was the truth: pride be damned. "At least that covered me up a bit."

            "You'll probably get it back once Julia returns," Alice nodded a few times. "Until then, be grateful you've even got a skirt - some kids gotta go around without shirts, even."

            "Broother, you should be grateful for what little you have in life," Sabrina lectured him, petting Gwendolyn as she did. "Others may not be so fortunate."

            Sabrina was right - sure, he was in an embarrassingly visible getup, but some people went without food or water or friendship in a day. He had all of these, protection by a loving mommy, an adorable and strong sister, and the list went on. Was wearing a ballet-style skirt or whatever going to be his doom? Nope.

            Lily was freshly changed by this point, so Debbie's return cut their convo short. The phone rang and she went off to answer it: Julia was on her way, and they had plans to visit the park again thereafter. Johnny was ready for it.

 

            Johnny was not ready for it. Julia and Debbie had determined that their little ones collectively needed to relax for a day, and so they were going to spend it treating them more and more like babies so they wouldn't need to worry about things. Johnny didn't follow the logic, but he also didn't really have much say in the matter after a pacifier was stuck in his mouth. He found himself in the two-seater stroller with Sabrina again, a bonnet on his head and mittens in his hands, making it impossible for him to resist or do anything of consequence. He glanced at Seester, seeing that she'd gotten away with a maid's brim-looking thing on her head and a bottle of ice-cold milk. He knew Alice and Lily were over in Debbie's stroller in much the same predicament: Alice had protested a little too much against Debbie and she'd been rewarded with the same treatment as himself. Lily received it by default, which left only Sabrina somewhat unhindered. She wisely chose to stay quiet and ride out the storm.

            As they walked through the woods around the park, on the paved path ahead of them rode some kids in Kindergarten-y clothes on bicycles with training wheels - three of them, two boys and a girl. Johnny came to realize these were possible one of the 'gangs' of roving bullies, and unfortunately he'd have no way to deal with them. Mercifully, he was also protected by proximity by mommy. It didn't stop them from sneering at him and a crooked smile being given his way. Yeah...this is gonna bite us in the butt when we get turned loose.

            Sabrina leaned in to whisper quietly in his hear so mommy wouldn't be able to know. "That's the second time they've passed us - they're scoping us out, we're gonna get bullied today. Be careful." With that, she went back to her...pretending to do nothing, apparently.

            Johnny's mind raced - today was going to be a bust, there was nothing they could do. Lily was of no utility if the bullies came back to give them a rough time, he and Alice had been restrained, and that left Sabrina basically on her own. Looks like they'd be on the defensive today, or praying to the powers that be that they'd be left alone.

            Worrying about it began to remind him he needed to pee, but he shelved the thought: he needed to focus, figure out what to do.

 

            Unfortunately, that ate away at him, too.

            It was hard to focus on playing with his friends when he was constantly looking around for danger, the slightest sound of a bicycle causing his head to spin. He sucked away at his pacifier - he'd tried to spit it out once or twice, but mommy had always come over immediately, as if on cue, to put it back in his mouth. It was attached to his shirt at the shoulder by a button, so there was no escaping it. His mittens made it difficult to grip anything, so he was relegated to activities that did not require his hands: that meant, instead of the big-kid playground he got to fool around in the inflatable bouncy-house nearby, something he'd somehow not noticed before. Here, there were scarcely any kids, and for the most part Johnny and the others were left to themselves. Alice and himself were encouraged to crawl around, even their walking being discouraged by their mommies, and so the Day of the Baby continued.

            Sabrina was the only one whom had gotten off easily by comparison, but she couldn't push it far without a pointed look from their mommies. As such, she kept quiet in a corner, avoiding speaking to an extent even hefty for one of her discretion. Lily, naturally, was in her element, and as his limbs began to ache from crawling and flopping around, Johnny began to admire her stamina in this regard. Maybe she wasn't much one for walking or other activities considered 'older', but she had him beat when it came to crawling around like a baby.

            On that token, they weren't really given much leeway either. Alice had wet herself quite heavily during the walk, probably hoping for a quick change, but Debbie had ignored this and sent her off to play still soaked, so her rear end was now puffed up like a balloon and soggy as all getout. It made it difficult for her to crawl, due to the sheer mass, and he'd seen the regret on her face. Apparently, their changes were to mommy's discretion: they were powerless today.

            Alice flopped unto her butt. Her face scrunched up as she peed for the umpteenth time, and Johnny watched as a somewhat-dry spot on her diaper discolored and expanded. She sighed heavily, suckling on her pacifier. She looked at him wearily, and he nodded in solidarity. This is rough...if anything goes wrong at this point we're-

            "Well well well, look at the babies," a jeering voice called out quietly from nearby. He looked over his shoulder immediately. Sure enough, there were those three bullies from before. They were in those overall-things that every semi-big-kid under the sun seemed to wear, and pointed and giggled at them. Johnny no longer felt shame or humiliation...just contempt. He glowered, not caring of his bonnet and pacifier and silly baby clothes, he was gonna stand up to these brutes. Well, sit up to them, but close enough. From behind him he was dimly aware of Alice also returning a gaze of rage and fight. Restricted or not, she was ready for this.

            "Aww, look how cute they are," the boy repeated, pointing at Johnny and Alice. "Didn't realize wittle babies were playing back here, eh?"

            The second boy snickered like a cartoon badguy, and the girl flaunted her hips and looked away, as if disgusted. "Pathetic, sitting there in their diapers and peeing all over."

            The bounce house, inflatable playground, whatever one wanted to call it, had two entrances, and the inside was a veritable maze. One hand to crawl around many points of it, and an idea began to form in Johnny's head...it would require taking a gamble to do so.

            As if hearing his mental plea, Sabrina got their attention. "Bold words from such weak children," she muttered from her corner near the entrance. She was safely inside, if they wanted to harass her with more than their verbs they'd need to enter her domain.

            "Oi," the first boy growled, grabbing the mesh fence as if it would intimidate her - it did not appear to do so. "You're not so big yourself, sitting there in your diapers. Bet your mommy's gonna have to come change you by the time we leave. Lil' baby."

            She stroked Gwendolyn gently, largely ignoring them: from sitting on her haunches like usual, facing away with her eyes shut, she almost seemed bothered by them if anything. "That is funny: I was about to tell you the same thing."

            At this, he sputtered. "Newsflash, babies, between you and us only one has big kid undies, and it ain't you."

            Sabrina sighed. "A mistake."

            He blustered, and the girl behind him spoke up. "Alright, babies, I think someone needs a lesson." She rolled up her nonexistent sleeves and moved in towards the entrance.

            Sabrina nodded at Alice and Johnny. "Now, Broother."

            The two rose up on all fours and scampered further into the bounce house, hearing the sounds of the second boy and the girl clambering after them. His hunch was correct, they were far less adept and utilizing such motion than they, and it was making it difficult to keep up. As he exited a 'tunnel' he noticed Alice climb up above it. It took just a couple of seconds for him to realize it, and once he did he grinned. They'd never see it coming.

            The girl was the first one out of the tunnel, and before she'd gotten even close to being on her feet Alice jumped down from above, landing butt-first onto the girl's lower back and pushing her down into the cushioned floor. "Yey!" Alice giggled, doing her best to cheer in a babyish voice. The girl below her struggled and screamed to escape, but was powerless under the weight of Alice herself. The boy was a bit slower, and as he struggled out Johnny stood to the side and pushed him down with his foot. Scampering into the tunnel, Johnny wedged himself inside and pulled the boy back with him through the tunnel and away from Alice and her prey. He was successful, using his feet to push himself back while the bully struggled to find a handhold.

            "What's going on in there?!" Julia's voice nearby demanded as Johnny just started to exit the tunnel. Cripe, she's here...his brain scrambled to find an answer. His eyes flicked over to Sabrina, whom stood over the first boy in the corner. He had backed up as far as he could go, his overalls wet as he sat in a puddle of his own piss. Sabrina cradled Gwendolyn with one hand, her other was scrunched in front of her palm-up in what appeared to be a fist. She turned to look back at Julia, her eyes practically blazing. They were in so much trouble-

            "Playing!" Lily cheered, falling over off of an inflatable pillar. She giggled and cheered, holding her hands out to Julia. The mommy glanced at her, then to Sabrina and back to Johnny. Johnny bobbed his head up and down fervently, hoping she'd believe them. The bullies stopped dead, not daring to do anything further in such close proximity to a mommy.

            "Hmm...okay," Julia finally relented. "But keep it down please, okay? Debbie and I can barely hear right now."

            "Ogay mommyh," Johnny mouthed through his pacifier, grateful for Lily's timely intervention, intentional or otherwise. Realizing that he still held onto the one bully, he let go, backing away slowly. He was prepared to seize him again if any trouble would arise, but the kid had apparently had his fill for one day, struggling away like a terrified animal to escape. Sabrina's target didn't move, but eyed the doorway with temptation, looking for a moment to make a break for it. She shook her head and turned around, slowly walking away while muttering just loud enough for him to hear, "get out of my sight, weakling." He sniffled, fighting back tears as he careful stood to his feet and inched away before tearing off like a bat out of hell, diving through the exit and hitting up his bike and pedaling away before the other boy had even had a chance to ask him if he was okay. A couple seconds later, Alice came out dragging the girl she'd ambushed by her arms. Apparently, she'd fainted during the 'playing', and a dark patch around her crotch informed him that she was no longer going to be a problem.

            When the second boy saw this, he froze, uncertain of whether to escape or to help his comrade. He gulped, and Sabrina slid out of the bouncy castle, stopping when she stood next to him. Neither turned to view the other. Johnny couldn't hear what she whispered, but the boy began trembling as pee started to flow into his overalls and down his legs, dripping below him in a puddle. Sabrina kept walking back towards their mommies as Alice went to go fetch Lily and Johnny followed his sister. Somehow, their first experience with bullies had gone far above and beyond what they'd expected. They'd gotten lucky, but he felt confident that they could do it. As he passed the boy that had just finished peeing his pants, he looked over and patted him on the shoulder once or twice. With that, he continued forward, for the first time in awhile hopeful that him and his friends could forge their own path in the vicious world of kids.

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Only read the first 3 chapters but wanted to let you know already I LOVE this story!! i love when people without interest in ABDL sort of are ‘forced’ into it, all the while not wanting to but maybe starting to enjoy it. Curious for the following chapters 😊

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