Stella woke Ian gently at around 5pm. She noted that the first thing he did was to glance at his crotch. He even dropped his hand discreetly to his groin as he got up. Ian was relieved he wasn’t wet. He didn’t think he would be, but he realised he had been asleep for a while. Stella was pleased at his furtive actions. Stella returned with a mug of hot chocolate. Ian was thirsty again, and finished the drink as Stella sat on the bed, reassuring him that the doctor had thought it was for the best otherwise he wouldn’t have suggested the items.

At this point, she didn't see much of an option. There was no way she was going to willingly wear diapers, so the bet was the only option she could consider. She just hoped she could make it to bathroom more often than she had in the past week. "I'll take the bet." This is a relatively nonsexual fic, but read and understand the tas before reading. Don't like, don't read Language: English Words: 3,868 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 10 Kudos: 101 Bookmarks: 10 Hits: 5,593 Oh my sweet girls, you are so precious. Now Mara, Jennifer is having a problem and I am helping her with it. You need to be nice to your sister while we take care of the problem, but it means Jennifer will be wearing pull-ups and probably diapers for about two weeks, so we can get her nice and healthy. I’ll explain that more to you in a bit. In the meantime, I mean it Mara: if you make fun of your sister for her diapers and pull ups, I’m going to make you do the exact same things that Jennifer will need to do for her Mommy.” There we are, baby, all set for a dry bed,’ she said happily. ‘Do you want to put your jammies on?’ What if Thanos hadn't just erased half the universe when he snapped his fingers at the end of Infinity War. What if he made himself King and kept the heroes that tried to fight him as toys.Ian felt like an invalid. He turned and stopped short as he saw that Stella had laid out on the bed one of the ‘protective garments’ from his briefcase. Look, darling,’ she said, restraining Ian slightly and turning him in the bright light in front of the mirror. Little Jimmie awoke with a start. He couldn’t sit up! His vision was blurry and the only thing he could make out was his mother watching over him while he lay there in the crib. “Mama, pwease! Make me big boy! Me am big boy!” He cried out.

I know,’ said Ian. What a waste of time, he thought, transferring his weight from one foot to the other. Christy couldn't help but be a bit flustered at the gesture. She'd agreed to wear them, of course, but she'd hoped to wait until the next day. Still, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to put one on now. It was like Stacy said, just in case. "Alright. Gimme a sec." She slipped into the changing room, shutting the door behind her and pulling down her pants. She retrieved the pull-up off the changing table, looking it over a bit in her hands. He was shaking now, as well as crying. Janet watched as he gradually gave in - physically to the increased drugs, and mentally to his obvious condition. Perhaps the strongest ones really are the weakest, as Sally had often told her. Jim has been around a long time now; I still don't like him. Mommy likes him a lot though, and I guess that is what matter. This compromise brought a smile to Stacy's face and she nodded at the request. "Of course, I'll make sure they don't see anything. I'll put them inside the hatch on the changing table and you can use that room to change whenever you need to."Oh sweetie, yes you are baby. I told you you will get the same treatment as Jennifer if you kept it up, and you did. Now, Jennifer is having a difficult time going to the bathroom, so Mommy’s retraining her. Jennifer will be wearing pull ups all day, and Mommy will be giving her suppositories twice during those times. Then, at night, Mommy’s plan is to put Jennifer in a diaper after giving her an enema. And guess what? That’s what is going to be happening to Mara now, too! You both are going to be my beautiful pull-up and diaper girls, with all the enemas and suppositories. You will be gloriously stinky little poopy pants, with such a proud Mommy!” The previous audience began pouring out. Ian watched the varied collection of people emerging. Some groups of girls and a few guys made a beeline for the bathrooms. They chatted happily as mommy fed me my 'organic creamed porridge'. I noticed that mommy giggled a lot at Jim's conversation, something she never does with me. The porridge was yummy, and I ate it all up like a good girl for mommy.

Stella agreed, and the pair walked to the car. Ian was silent as Stella commented on the film, and stayed silent as she drive them home.

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Janet took the phone gently from Steve's shaking hand. He swayed for a moment, then sat heavily on the floor Janet took the handpiece from him. For her part, though, Christy still had no idea. It was just like before, only this time the result was much more embarrassing. "Y-Yeah, I just... I felt a cramp. I really tried to get to the bathroom, but... I didn't make it." Her cheeks were blushing a bright red at this point as she admitted to pooping her pants. Mm….,' said Steve. He felt funny in his tummy, and knew he had to hold his breath and push with his muscles. He looked at Janet again, hoping that he could keep what he was doing a secret from her. Janet smiled kindly as his bowels released some of their contents into his well-soaked diaper. As humiliating as it was to think about, Christy knew Stacy was right about this one. The 'they're not diapers, they're pull-ups' argument was something she'd used at times to help ease some of the kids that were potty training into the training pants they bought as opposed to letting them run around in regular underwear and potentially make a mess. She still considered them to be diapers, just thinner. Still, though, they would help keep her pants dry which would prevent the kids from seeing when she'd had an accident. That alone would help all of this be much less embarrassing until she could figure out what was going on and fix it.