Technology

	I woke up and turned on the news to see that the headline was that human-driven cars were now banned everywhere. I wasn't really surprised, nobody really cared that much and most of the more progressive states like her own, Oregon and New York had already banned it years ago. Driver's licenses had fallen so dramatically after self-driving cars became more and more popular that nobody was really protesting except the small minority that was obsessed with "technology leading to the decline in self-responsibility." I laughed at that sentiment, I was completely responsible in her own life!

	"Kara, are you up? I made breakfast," my robot, Evangeline walked into the room, peeking first.

	"Yeah, I'm up," I said, looking at the huge, feminine form of my robot standing in my room. Evangeline was the latest model in domestic robots. Initially they were human-sized and meant do do chores and take care of children while mothers and fathers worked outside of the home, but now with so few people needed in the workforce the company that made them, Caretaker Robotics, decided they needed a newer model, and so released a much bigger domestic robot for families or people without children. Evangeline was tall, curvy and had long blonde hair. She looked so realistic that I sometimes forgot she was a robot.

	"Well, come on, breakfast isn't going to eat itself!"

	I got up lazily, still in my pajamas. The breakfast was good, and I ate slowly as Evangeline cleaned the house.

	Finally after several minutes of eating and staring off into space Evangeline spoke.

	"Don't you need to be heading to work?"

	I looked at the clock and, seeing it was ten in the morning I got up quickly from my seat.

	"Oh crap, I'm going to be late if I don't hurry!"

	"Do you want me to pack you a lunch?" Evangeline asked, moving quickly to grab my shoes and hand them to me.

	"Nah, I think I'll be fine, bye!" I said, heading out the door still in my pajamas.

	My car was waiting in the parking lot outside my apartment building. As it sensed me approaching, it immediately opened a door and I jumped in. The car's interior was almost bare, save for a couple compartments and two front seats, and two back seats. One of the front seats was huge, able to fit one of the massive robots like Evangeline, the seat I sat in was much smaller and more padded like the back seats so it could protect the fragile humans that would sit in them.

	"Good morning Kara!" a male voice exclaimed.

	"Morning Lionel, listen, can you get me to work double-quick today?" I asked.

	"Certainly Kara!" Lionel said, and I could feel the car pull out of the parking spot. A five-point harness clasped itself around my body and I sighed.

	"Do I really have to buckle up? It's so uncomfortable." I asked.

	"Kara," Lionel began, "You know the rules, I have to buckle you in, it's the rules and it keeps you safe. I'll get replaced if they catch you not buckled in! You don't want me replaced, do you?"

	I remained silent and just looked through the window the rest of the ride, mildly disgruntled that I had to wear the five-point harness in the car.

	Jenkins parked in the company parking lot, I thanked him and ran into the building as he pulled out and drove home. Evangeline needed to run some errands and things every day, so Lionel dropped me off at work and then went back home.

	I entered the office building, the secretary, a robot of the same model of Evangeline, Roxanne, greeted me.

	"Hey! I thought you weren't coming in today," She said as I passed the front desk.

	"Nah, I decided to anyway. There's not much to do at home so I'm coming in to feel productive."

	Roxanne smiled, "Well, there's coffee waiting for you in the break room when you need it, have a good day!"

	I walked into the main offices and went straight to my desk in the nearest left corner of the room. The office building had slowly been hemorrhaging workers since robots began to take jobs, so more and more desks lay empty as people retired or quit working due to lack of need. There were around 20 desks still occupied, and the people, my coworkers, sat and chatted cordially while the computer screens behind them flickered and flashed with reports and figures, all being done automatically.

	There was no real difference in productivity between an occupied desk and an unoccupied desk, their computer screens flickered all the same as the few remaining workers talked over coffee. The company couldn't fire us and simply replace us with a computer, that would be against the law, but they slowly made us do less and less, until it was basically a social club in an office.

	"Hey guys!" I said, taking a seat in my chair. A robot passed me, so I called out, "Hey Elizabeth, could you get me a coffee?"

	"Sure!" the robot said as she walked towards the break room."

	"Hey Kara, how's it going?" Sally, the girl in the cubicle across from me said.

	I turned quickly to accept the coffee from Elizabeth before responding. My hand tried to twist off the no-spill top to the mug, but it soon remembered that it was fastened on and required a special robotic tool to remove.

	"I'm doing fine, I'm really struggling trying to find space in my apartment for a new room," I said, taking a sip of coffee. All the robots knew I liked my coffee pretty hot, but they weren't allowed to give me any kind of coffee that wasn't barely above lukewarm. Still I drank it.

	"On really? What are you trying to add?" She asked.

	"Oh, nothing really special. I've been trying to get with the times and add a new closet and storage room."

	"Wow, is this your first one? I've got two!" Sally said, smiling.

	"Really? I thought you have the same apartment model as me? Did you combine your video game and tv rooms together?" I asked, intrigued.

	"Well, I just converted two rooms to closets. My robot, Katherine now sleeps in the guest room, and there's no bathroom in the house anymore."

	I furrowed my brow, "what?" I asked.

	"Oh, have I never told you?" Sally asked, shocked with herself, "You've never been in my apartment?"

	"Sally, I swear to god if you talk about that depraved," I heard someone begin to shout over Sally's cubicle wall.

	"Oh shut up Billy! You always talk about that stupid self-determination crap when I talk about my life!" Sally interrupted.

	"This technology shit will be the end of us!" Billy shot back.

	"Get with the times, you still think everyone should work! It's the present, grampa! Robots do it better!"

	Billy quieted down and began muttering about depravity and degeneracy. I heard him flick his lighter open as he began to heat his coffee himself. Sally crossed her arms and frowned, staring at the floor.

	"Is there anything wrong sweetie?" Elizabeth said, her back walking into my vision. Elizabeth was the floor manager for the office, but now with everything done on computers she usually settled the petty office drama and kept an eye on us to make sure we weren't doing anything bad or dangerous.

	"Billy's just being mean to me again!" Sally said, not looking up at Elizabeth.

	"Alight honey, I'll take care of it," she said. She took a cookie out of her pocket, crouched down, and handed it to Sally

	Sally brightened up as she heard Elizabeth scold Billy from across the cubicle wall.

	"Billy, you know what I've said about being mean to the other workers! I think you're going to have to sit in human resources for a while with Victoria to get this situation handled!"

	A small pause occurred, and then protests from Billy were heard.

	"Ow, hands off me bitch! Whatever happened to the three laws of robotics?"

	"They don't apply to troublemakers! And what's this, a lighter? You were supposed to turn this in years ago! You should be thankful I'm not going to take you to the police!"

	Billy's protests were heard dying away as Elizabeth dragged him off to human resources and the human resources manager, Victoria.

	Sally was smiling devilishly, "He's going to get spanked by Victoria. That's what they did to me a couple months ago when I was caught swearing."

	 "So," I continued, not really bothering to talk about what just happened, "what were you going to tell me?"

	"Oh, yeah!" She said, "well, I found out a way to make robots even more helpful, and a way to get an extra room in your house!"

	I was intrigued.

	"You just have to change how your robots view you! See, right now your robots probably view you as you actually are, the young, intrepid twenty-four year old girl, and treat you accordingly, right?"

	I nodded.

	"Well, my robots do things for me that yours won't even consider! It feeds me, dresses me, pushes me around town, it wakes me up, helps me go to sleep, it lets me eat wherever I want too!"

	"What?" I asked again, "how?"

	"It's all in how my robots see me! See, I found a way to reprogram them to make them "see" you as a baby, and then you get your extra room and you live life easy! Tons of people have actually done this already, but I'm probably one of the few that still work."

	I frowned, "This doesn't seem that great. I mean, you lose every kind of control, right?"

	"Of course, there are some downsides, like I have to wear diapers now," Sarah pulled up her dress to show me.

	The diaper was hugely thick, to the point where I felt stupid for not catching it before. It had little baby blocks all over it too, and was pearly white. I was kind of taken aback by seeing Sally in diapers, since I saw them as this babyish thing.

	"But there's no problem with that, toilets are completely irrelevant now that you have robots that can help you and change you!" Sally exclaimed.

	I still frowned slightly. I didn't really grow up with babies, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that acting like a baby wasn't really the right or correct thing to do. Somewhere in the back of my mind my conscious told me that total dependance was a bad thing.

	"If you want to check it out, you can come sleep over with me tonight. We can leave after lunch break," Sally said.

	I silenced the voice in the back of my head, "Sure".

	She smiled.

	First I called Lionel and Evangeline to tell them I was sleeping over at Sally's apartment, Evangeline asked if I needed a bag with some extra clothes or something, so I looked over to Sally, just to eyeball her size and see if I could probably fit in her clothing, but she wasn't there. I looked around for a brief moment, and then simply said I didn't need it.

	After a couple minutes Sally reappeared walking next to Elizabeth, holding her hand.

	"Where were you?" I asked. She smiled again and pointed towards her crotch. I understood completely what she meant.

	A while passed before Sally and I talked again. I saw her look at the clock on her desk and turn to me.

	"It's lunch break, lets get out of here."

	I got up immediately, but Sally turned and grabbed a massive bag from under her desk. As I was walking out of the office space I peered inside and saw four or five diapers, a pacifier and other babyish items. I turned a little red in the face.

	As we walked past Roxanne, she called to us, "Are you girls going out for lunch, or clocking out?"

	Sally spoke for both of us, "I think we're leaving for the day, Roxanne, see you tomorrow!"

	"Oh, man, Elizabeth made mac and cheese for you and your colleagues, your favorite! Ah well, have a good day!" She replied as we walked out of the building.

	Sally placed her pacifier in her mouth and began to suck instinctively as we walked to her car. The door automatically opened and we sat down inside the car. I watched confused as I saw Sally in the backseat with me, but I shrugged it off as base preference.

	"Good afternoon Sally!" A male voice rang out, "Who's your friend here?"

	Sally wasn't answering, so I spoke up, "I'm Kara."

	"Well that's nice, hi Kara! Let's get you both home so you two can have some lunch with Katherine!"

	The car began to move and the five-point harnesses strapped themselves around us. I sighed, but Sally barely seemed to notice.

	"So do you have this model too?" she mumbled around her pacifier.

	It took me a second to comprehend what she said, partially because the pacifier in her mouth made her almost unintelligible, but also because I was staring at her diaper, as the five-point harness had pushed up the hem of her dress so far that almost her entire diaper was shown as it strained against the tight harness.

	"Oh, yeah, they're pretty nice, right?"

	"Yeah, they're a comfortable ride."

	Once we entered Sally's neighborhood she turned to me.

	"So," she said, still mumbling around her pacifier, "you've got two options, you can participate in what I'm doing or you can be a passive observer, it's what you want. If you want to just observe, that's fine, she'll treat you like you are, but if you want to see how it really feels to be treated like I'm treated you need to do some things before we pull into the parking lot and Katherine comes to get us out of the car."

	"Maxamillian!" she called, "Can you stop somewhere please, I feel carsick."

	"Certainly Kara!" Maxamillian replied, pulling into an abandoned parking lot and stalling the car.

	"Now," Sally turned to me, "do you want to participate or just watch?"

	I thought for a while, "sure, I'll participate,", I said.

	Sally grabbed three baby bottles from her bag, "drink," she said.

	Initially I tried to remove the top nipple to the first bottle, but, just like the coffee cups at the office they were sealed on.

	After drinking the three bottles Sally handed me a pacifier and we were on our way. I could feel the urge to go increasing.

	"Are you sure Katherine won't just put me in pull ups or something? I mean, one accident isn't that much."

	"No," Sally said, "it's not about just wetting your pants, its looking like its just a daily thing. You've got to sell the fact that wetting your pants on accident is a normal occurrence to you. Besides, I don't have pull ups, so you'll be in diapers for sure. Whether you wet yourself in the car and she sees the aftermath or you wet right in front of her doesn't matter."

	Really if she said yes I would've been more comforted, so her response brought a sense of doom and irreversibility of my actions. The final realization that I was in too deep to back out came when I remembered that there was no bathroom in Sally's apartment.

	We stopped at a stoplight and I felt like dying. Mentally I just wanted it to end, knowing that whatever happened my situation was reversible and temporary, physically, however, my body was straining against the urge to pee, causing me to rock and tremor violently against the five point harness of the carseat, part of me trying to let go and the other part trying to hold on.

	"Just relax!" I heard Sally call from the other side of the car. "I'm trying!" I called back.

	I turned and saw her frown from behind her pacifier, "You'll need to get used to this if you decide to live like this, and learn to relax and just let it out!"

	"I'm not going to be able to live like this if every time I try and use a diaper I have a fit like this!"

	Sally just smiled, "just relax," she kept repeating.

	My discomfort peaked, and my muscles stopped contorting only after I could feel pee escape into my seat. It was like the opposite of orgasm, the climax of displeasure as opposed to the climax of pleasure.

	"Good job," Sally said, as if wetting my pants was some kind of achievement, "Just in time too."

	Katherine was wearing something odd for a robot. Instead of a utilitarian white plastic dress like most of the robots wore, Katherine was wearing a flowing, flowery dress along with red flats instead of simply bare feet.

	The car pulled into the spot nearest to the robot, and she walked over as both doors opened. She peered into the car.

	"Hey Sally baby, hows it going?" Sally lit up, giggling, laughing and bouncing, creating a symphony of crinkling sounds as Katherine pulled her out of the car along with her diaper bag.

	"Who's your friend?" I heard Katherine say as she walked around the backside of the car.

	"Kara!" Sally exclaimed, "She's my friend from daycare!"

	"Daycare?" I thought to myself, "Is that what her robot thinks she goes to?"

	I saw Katherine's face appear to my left. Her big smile and bright blue eyes welcomed me as she put her arm under me and lifted me off of the seat, revealing the large wet spot. I had never been this close to a robot's face before, and never realized how big they really were until now. Evangeline was helpful and I loved her, but she wasn't the smiling, gigantic maternal figure that Katherine was. I felt very small being held by her.

	"What's this, did you have an accident?" She asked, in half mock, half serious surprise. I nodded, half acting and half genuinely meek in the close presence of such an animated robot.

	"Well sweetie, we'll get you clean when we get into the apartment, do you have anything else in the car?"

	I shook my head.

	As Katherine held us in the elevator, Sally gave me a thumbs up from across Katherine's body. I sighed again, not really knowing what I was getting myself into.

	We walked into the apartment and immediately Katherine made a beeline into Sally's bedroom to get me and Sally checked and changed. As we entered, I was completely blown away. There was a crib, a changing table filled to the brim with diapers, a toy chest with toys practically spilling out of the top and a huge rocking chair only meant for a robot.

	"Let's check you first Sally, then I'll get little Kara changed!" Katherine said, placing two fingers in Sally's diaper.

	"Wow, you must've gotten changed fairly soon, usually by this time of day you're a little fountain!" Sally giggled.

	We were both then placed on the ground and Sally was allowed to waddle towards the small play area in one corner of the room. Katherine pulled my pajama pants down before I could react, and I looked towards where Sally went off to, praying silently that she wasn't looking over in curiosity. Luckily, she was too busy intently moving her blocks around, sucking on her pacifier. I pondered her complete shift in mood as Katherine tore off my pajama shirt and lifted me onto the changing table in the same rough manner as she had taken off my pants.

	"She seemed so scatterbrained at work, but here she's so calm," I thought to myself as I lay naked on the changing table. "Could it be that this is better? I mean, even if Billy likes to claim that..." My thoughts were broken as I felt a cool baby wipe gently rub the lower part of my torso. My thoughts broken and my body shivering, Katherine shot me a smile as she sprinkled baby powder on the front of my nether regions. Grabbing my ankles, she pulled up the lower half of my body until half of my back was suspended in air, and then she gently placed me back down on an unfolded diaper. I could hear the soft crinkling as I was lowered down, and I could feel the new, fluffy softness of the diaper greet my bottom.

	As she pulled the front up and taped the diaper I began to realize that diapers are snug and diapers are also extremely thick. I could see the hulking mound of plastic bulging on my crotch, I could feel the tightness that all parts of it hugged my body with, and I found my legs unable to close due to the newfound thickness. I saw the small baby blocks dotting the front of the diaper, and also spotted the graphic on the front of the diaper in the likeness of Pooh Bear, something that I felt very embarrassed about. Again, I looked over to Sally, but she wasn't paying any mind to me or my situation, she was still completely focused on the blocks.

	Completely shutting my mind from the preconception of wearing a diaper that looked like one on an infant, I found myself quite comfortable. Even though it was thick, it was extremely soft, almost like wearing a pillow. Katherine sat me up and began to put a onesie on me. After clasping it up, she picked me up.

	"Come on Sally, it's time to get some lunch!" Katherine said, walking over and picking up Sally. I half expected Sally to dramatically break out of her realm of concentration on the blocks as if she was in some sort of trance, but she turned to look up at Katherine and smiled instead, extending her arms upward as Katherine picked her up.

	"Since we don't have two high chairs for the both of you right now, I think it'd be nice if we take this lunch outside, right sweeties?" Katherine asked, without really expecting an answer as she carried us out to the balcony.

	With a "I'll be right back sweeties, be good!", Katherine left us out on the concrete of the balcony. The balcony was actually pretty nice, there was a table that was way too big for Sally and I to sit in, a few hard plastic baby toys sized for us and the entire thing was rimmed with two layers of fencing, one the cast iron rails of the balcony and the other being a soft cloth barrier on the inside of the rails, obviously put up for our sake.

	Sally was sucked into a shape matching toy, so I grabbed the push along noisemaking toy, or whatever it's called, until Katherine reappeared with two plates and two bottles

	"Alright babies, eat up!" She said, placing the plates and bottles on the floor and taking a seat at the table. The plates had cut up chicken nuggets, little tiny tater tots and a small puddle of applesauce in one corner, but with no utensils.

	I began to halfheartedly eat the tater tots, taking up each individual one in my fingers and putting them in my mouth, one at a time.

	"Oh, Sally sweetie, don't be so messy honey!" My meal was interrupted by Katherine's call down to Sally. I looked over and saw Sally gorging on her food and making a giant mess. In her flurry of food, she noticed me staring at her with my clean face and fingers. Katherine left the balcony for some reason and Sally leaned over to me.

	"You're supposed to make a mess, it's fun!" She whispered to me, and I shrugged, grabbing a handful of tater tots and shoving them in my mouth. I felt something sticky hit my bare leg closest to Sally, and I looked over to see her completely destroying her applesauce, digging in and splattering it all over her face. Smiling at how silly she looked, I took a big glob of applesauce into my fingers and shoved my hand in my mouth. I tasted sweetness, but I really didn't swallow much as most of it slid down the front of my onesie and stopped at where my crotch met the concrete in a small mound. I happily grabbed another glob and shoved it in my mouth, inadvertently spreading it all over my lips. I could see Sally looking at me from the corner of her eye as she slapped her hand in her puddle of applesauce and began to lick her palm. I took it as a challenge, and grabbed my plate and began licking the applesauce off of it, hurrying to catch the big globs as they slowly ran down the front of the plate, missing most as they hit the front of my onesie. Sally giggled as if conceding defeat, and in submission to me she began to spread her applesauce all over her cheeks.

	"Oh, what are you two messy babies doing?" Katherine asked in mock scolding. We both looked up and saw her carrying a big plate of something, and as she placed the big plate of brownies on the ground, she began to mock scold us further.

	"I was going to bring napkins, or some kind of rag to clean you two after you ate these brownies, but if your behavior with the applesauce tells me anything, after eating these brownies I made for you two, you'll both need a bath!"

	The concept of bathing with Sally was unpleasant, but I was in such a good mood playing with the applesauce that I didn't really care. Sally didn't seem to care either as we both simultaneously dug into the plate of brownies with gusto.

	Even the initial grabbing of a brownie told us both that these brownies weren't really brownies. They were undercooked or something, because as we handled them and bit into them, the solid outer crust gave way to a gooey, semisolid interior. In short, we were doomed to make a mess.

	After the first brownie another challenge was set. Sally, seeking redemption for the applesauce debacle, began shoving brownies into her face as fast as possible. I watched initially, seeing how the uncooked inner core began to pile up outside of her mouth and drip down her face and dress. Not wanting to be shown up, especially with the audience of Katherine as she looked on with mild astonishment, I began grabbing brownies and shoving them in my face too.

	A few minutes later our faces were caked up and the brownies on the plate all but gone. Only the gooey core of the bottom brownies were still stuck to the plate, everything else Sally and I were either wearing or had eaten. Katherine, seeing her time to finish lunch grabbed the plates.

	"You've forgotten to drink your bottles sillies!" She said, pointing to the two bottles we hadn't noticed in front of us, "At least you can't make a mess with those." she muttered as she walked out with the plates.

	Sally grabbed her bottle and began to suck, pacing around the balcony. I grabbed the other bottle and remained sitting with my legs splayed, still kind of shocked about my immature behavior. It seemed so wrong, so stupid, but so fun!

	"Having fun?" Sally asked, practically reading my mind.

	"Yeah," I said, frowning in spite of my previous elated attitude, "I still don't get it, though, I can just tell Evangeline to do that for me and she'll do it, what's so special about being treated like a baby that allows you to do that when I can still get Evangeline to make me brownies and then make a mess of it on the balcony?"

	"See," She started, turning to face me, speaking around her bottle, "when you're an adult and you do that, she judges you, and if you tell her not to, the emotion isn't there in the action, and she expects more from you than just making a huge mess and expecting for it to be cleaned, even though if you did make a huge mess, she would still be there to clean it for you. The true freedom comes from the freedom of the robot's expectations of your behavior. As a baby to the robot, I can do literally what I want, when I want. Babies are arbitrary, illogical and dependent. There's no expectation of maturity there from the robot when it sees you as a baby. When your robot views you as an adult, you have some freedom, but the robot's reaction is based off of the chains of the robot's expectations of your behavior, and its emotional reactions are based on these expectations. You can still poop yourself and wear diapers when your robot sees you as an adult, but the emotional response of the robot is negative. When you're a baby and do pretty much anything, the response is pretty much a smile and a "babies will be babies!" from the robot.

	The fact is that this lifestyle isn't complete submission to your robot caretaker, that's already happened. Think about your life, and how you're living. Can't you see that everything is dictated by safety and the choices of Evangeline? You have no control over your life, the only way you can become free in this gilded cage is to clear its expectations of your responsibility and embrace your dependence on it. The shackles of societal expectations have decayed with the newfound self-sufficiency each individual has now, so the only thing that restrains us is the robots and their expectations of us."

	I sat staring, not really fully comprehending what she said as she squatted down in the middle of the balcony and pushed. I could see her diaper, peeking ever so slightly out from under the bottom of her dress begin to expand in the back ever so slightly, all while I heard the soft grunts from her and the slow crinkle of her diaper's expansion.

	I looked around at all the balconies around ours, and realized that potentially dozens of people could see us, dozens of people could've seen us spread applesauce and brownie on our faces, dozens of people could've seen us playing with the baby toys scattered around Sally's balcony, dozens of people could've seen Sally poop herself, right then, and dozens of people could see... my diaper.

	I then thought about some of Sally's words, and realized suddenly that their judgement and them seeing us didn't matter at all. The robot landlady wasn't going to kick us out, there were no trouble that could get us in hot water in work, and even if it did, work didn't matter, and there was nothing violent they could do to hurt us except yell some expletives out the window. Sally and I were, in essence, completely free from them and their effects.

	Realizing this, I unclasped and pulled my onesie off me. Sally, having finished messing herself, saw me decide to go in just a diaper, and responded by removing her dress.

	Her and I sat, playing with the shape matching toy until Katherine came out to get us.

	"I see you two've gotten started on the cleaning, huh?" She said, standing over us with a large wet rag.

	"Come here, you both need to get clean before you guys can come inside."	 She grabbed me as I toddled over and gently rubbed my face and chest of applesauce and brownie batter until I was clean.

	She did the same to Sally and we were both let inside.

	"Alright sweeties, after lunch its nap time!" She said, I half expected Sally to react like a typical toddler, but instead she was rather excited, even smiling at the prospect of nap time.

	"But first!" Katherine said, standing over us, "I noticed when you two were walking in that someone is a saggybutt! Now, who pooped their pants?" She said, mocking some kind of interrogation. Sally pointed to me in obvious guilt, but I didn't react so Katherine descended on me first.

	"So, Kara, are you a saggybutt?" I shook my head quickly, but even then I could feel Katherine pat the back of my diaper, then squeeze it, then pull the back waistband away from my body to peer in.

	Releasing her grasp from my diaper waistband, she stood up dramatically.

	"After a thorough investigation, Kara is not a saggybutt!"

	She turned just as dramatically to Sally, who giggled, turned (revealing the back of her now sagging diaper) and began to try and run away. Katherine rushed easily and scooped her up, giggling and tickling her as Sally began to squeal with laughter.

	"It's you! You're the saggybutt!" she exclaimed. She then picked me up and took us both into Sally's bedroom.

	Now I sat in Sally's position, playing intently with the toys as she was changed. I tried to give Sally the same curtesy that she gave me when I was changed into a diaper, but I couldn't help but take a glance as her diaper was removed. Seeing the brown stain on her diaper brought me to the reality a little bit, and I was mildly surprised that she actually pooped herself, as if I thought the grunting and diaper expansion on the balcony was all a clever ruse.

	Katherine checked me, and after finding me dry placed Sally and I in her crib along with two bottles. I sucked slowly on the bottle, noting my growing urge to pee as I watched the mobile above the crib turn gently and listened to the lullaby play softly from the small speaker in the top. Sally was sucking on the bottle with her eyes closed, having wrapped herself in a blanket. I wasn't really used to "nap time" as a scheduled sleeping period, so I sat against the bars of the crib drinking the bottle and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

	Eventually my urge to pee became too much, and, remembering Sally's words I simply relaxed myself while still in my sitting position. To my surprise, I felt my bladder release and felt my diaper grow warm. It was comfortable, ironically. I didn't think sitting in my own piss was supposed to feel warm and uniquely but strangely pleasantly moist, but it did, and it felt like warm water. I watched the front of my diaper expand a little bit as it absorbed the wetting, but, because I didn't entirely let go due to my potty training so the outside of the diaper didn't change color at all.

	I was beginning to nod off due to boredom alone after a while until I heard Sally stir. Seeing her in the low light sit up and open her eyes woke me from my sleepy haze as well.

	"Good nap?" she asked.

	"I don't think I'm really used to the entire "nap" thing yet."

	Sally smiled groggily and stood up. She noticed her bottle wasn't completely finished, so she grabbed it and began drinking again, as if nothing really happened.

	"The clock says five minutes to three," she said, leaning on the bars of the crib, "so she should be in to get us soon."

	"Can't you just cry?" I joked.

	"MMmmm," she groaned, "too tired."

	We watched as Katherine gently opened the door to the nursery and, upon seeing us awake and standing up, dropped the facade and turned on the overhead light.

	"Good afternoon sweeties! How was our nap?" Sally didn't say anything, she just extended her arms in a wordless request to get out of the crib.

	Katherine lifted Sally out by her armpits and, after a quick diaper check deposited her on the floor. She did the same to me, except she discovered my wetness.

	"Oh, we've got a little wet one! Isn't it so much better to have a wet diaper than wet pants?" I knew her question was rhetorical, but I couldn't help but say, "Yes" as she lifted me onto the changing table. I looked over to see Sally smiling at me.

	Katherine changed me into a new diaper just as intimately as she had changed me into my first diaper. Humming softly as she did it, I felt completely relaxed.

	"Alright sweeties, it's playtime now. I'm going to go do some housework, so play nice, 'kay?" Katherine said.

	Sally and I both nodded, looking up at her from the floor. After she left I turned to Sally.

	"What now?" I asked.

	Sally smiled at me, "We play!" she squealed excitedly.

	She quickly waddled out of the open door into the hallway, and I followed. Following her lead, we both sat down on the living room floor in front of a whole bunch of toys, Sesame Street blaring on the TV far above our heads.

	"I prefer to stay and play here," She said, "but we could go cause some trouble or something if you want, do you want something to drink or eat?"

	I nodded, and then was surprised as Sally yelled "MOMMY!".

	I half knew that she was going to call Katherine, but I didn't expect Sally to throw around the M-word, especially when describing a robot.

	Katherine promptly appeared right in front of us, regrettably blocking the TV.

	"Me and Kara want a snack," Sally said simply.

	"Sure thing sweetie, but you have to eat in here, okay?"

	Sally nodded and Katherine walked off. After a while she returned with two big bowls of cheerios and two big bottles of milk.

	"Alright honeys, I don't completely trust you two to keep the mess in here, so as a result..."

	She opened a closet on the far wall of the living room and pulled out a playpen and a baby walker. Sally frowned slightly as Katherine picked her up and put her in the playpen, and I was kind of upset that I was being limited too as I was picked up and placed in the walker. Both of us thought better of our situations when Katherine placed the bottle and bowl of cheerios in front of us.

	Now unable to play with the toys due to the walker preventing me from bending down to pick them up, I was stuck with what the walker offered, and it didn't offer much. There was a tray that was occupied by my snack and a couple spinning toys and a soft alligator thing on a piece of plastic wire that was bouncy. Sally at least got a couple of toys in her playpen.

	Nonetheless, I persevered by watching Sesame Street and eating my snack, all while Sally played with her toys. Katherine walked by the living room a couple of times, carrying massive brooms, rags, vacuum cleaners and stacks and stacks of laundry.

	After Sesame Street ended a boring, modern kid's show came on. I was immediately uninterested with an object so far distant from my past childhood that I turned in disgust and decided to find more forms of entertainment. My snack was long gone and the simple things on my walker wouldn't work, so I decided to just bounce. Every time I bounced, I would crinkle loudly, and I could feel the poof as my thick diaper was smushed by the weight of me falling against the harness. I was bouncing as high as the small portion of my foot that could touch the ground while I was in the walker could allow, and each poof, crinkle and feeling of the soft padding getting smushed made me giggle with glee.

	I noticed a while into my bouncing that I was even making Sally jealous of me! I could see her frown in her playpen, her toys suddenly not sufficing as she saw me bouncing in the stretchy harness of the baby walker. I giggled even louder, mocking her in her state of jealousy. Huffing, she turned her back to me, grabbing a few of her toys and playing in an attempt to make me jealous.

	I payed little heed, looking around the room as I continued to bounce. The new show was sill on, but still I wasn't really interested, so I just payed attention to my rhythmic bouncing, staring up at the ceiling.

	"Kara honey, do you want to get out of the walker?" I heard Katherine say behind me, "It looks to me like you're a bit tired of it. Now that you've both finished your snacks how about I give both of you guys a little more room to play instead of a playpen and how far you can get in a walker, huh?"

	Before I could turn around I was lifted out of the walker by my armpits and placed on the ground. I looked up only to catch a view Sally's diapered behind high up in the air as she was gently placed in front of me. She had a smug smile on her face, thinking that some kind of karma was at hand. I payed little mind.

	"So, what else is there to do, where can we explore?"

	"Let's go back to my room!" Sally said, standing up, "there are better toys there anyway."

	Sally toddled off down the hall, and I got up and toddled right behind her. I never noticed how much the diapers spread my legs out while I walked because Katherine was carrying us everywhere, but now that I had to walk the twenty feet to Sally's bedroom I began to recognize my considerable waddle.

	I entered Sally's room and immediately looked around, confused, for Sally. Not finding her, I shrugged my shoulders and began wandering around the room. Stopping at the changing table, I was just tall enough to see all the different kind of diapers that Sally had on the bottom shelf of her changing table. I noticed the diapers we were wearing right now stacked on top of each other in the middle part of the shelf, but my eyes widened as I looked at the other diapers around it.

	The diapers in question I was most surprised by were the ones right by the diapers I was wearing. There were much less of these kind than the diapers I was wearing right now, but justifiably so, because they were twice as big. Gingerly, I took one of the massively thick diapers from the stack and, comparing it to my current type, saw that these diapers were about twice as thick too.

	I turned quickly as I saw Sally walking out of the closet, now sporting a pretty little pink dress, all frilly and nice, along with a little tiara.

	"We'll be in those for bedtime," she said "they're nighttime diapers, Katherine puts me in them for long trips too."

	She waddled over, "these," she gestured to the diapers on the other side of the ones we were wearing, "are my work diapers, they're much thinner so I can keep my life somewhat of a secret."

	I nodded somberly, still staring at the massive hulking piece of plastic fluff that was to be my diaper for the night.

	"Well," Sally continued, "I've decided since we're a little bored with toys at the moment we could have a game of dress-up! How about that?"

	"Sure!" I exclaimed.

	"Alright. We have a while before Katherine comes to get us us for dinner. When she comes to get us, whoever she chooses as the most pretty wins!"

	I smiled, relishing at the chance of some competition.

	"Okay, what does the winner get?"

	Sally reciprocated my smile, albeit more mischievously, "It's not what the winner wins, but what the loser loses."

	My smile began to match hers in its mischievousness, she continued.

	"Loser has to drink, lets say, ten baby bottles at dinner, one after another."

	I giggled my acceptance, nodding.

	"But here's the catch, both of us have to use our diapers, right here, right now to seal the deal. Because we only have about an hour left after dinner before she puts us to bed, she'll put us into our nighttime diapers right before we sit down for dinner."

	"Meaning one of us will go to bed a wet little baby," I finished her thought, "I get it."

	"So you're in?" Sally said, "great, now you need to have a little "accident", because I've already had mine."

	I looked down at her diaper and sure enough, she had already wet considerably, enough that the blocks (which I now realized were wetness indicators, much to my own internalized embarrassment) were fading at the top of the front of the diaper, and had completely disappeared from the bottom.

	"Oh God, I guess winning this dress-up contest isn't going to be the hardest thing I need to do to win the bet," I joked.

	Sally laughed too. I began to relax with a sigh, and, still standing I tried to find somewhere in my bladder some pee to let out. Breathing deeply for a few seconds, the urge found me and I relaxed, letting it flow slowly out.

	Sally nodded in affirmation as we both watched the bottommost alphabet block wetness indicators begin to smudge ever so slightly.

	"Just keep trying as we dress up, now, lets go!" She said, sprinting as fast as her waddle would allow her into the cavernous closet. I ran in after her, but turned in the opposite direction as I got into the closet proper.

	As soon as I began to get my bearings within Sally's closet I was convinced it was bigger than her bedroom. I could hear the distant rustle of clothes to my right, but other than that there was complete silence. I looked up at the clothes above and, seeing that they were all overalls of different designs and patterns, I pushed through one side of them and moved on.

	After pushing through the clothes for what I was convinced was at least a yard or two, I hit the left wall of her closet, or at least the only part of the left wall not completely covered in clothes. There was a mirror about my height there, and so I decided to call it my base of operations.

	Standing there, looking around, I felt a twinge in my bladder. "Again?" I thought to myself before deciding it would take too long to actually let it out by relaxing and deep breathing. On top of the twinge in my bladder, I could feel something much deeper, a pressure in my bowels. Not wanting to think about messing myself, I shook the thoughts out of my head and focused on the task at hand.

	Looking up, there were several different styles of clothes represented. I stood with my back to the mirror, and on my left (towards the back of the closet) was onesies, in front of me (towards the other end of the closet) were shirts or tops, and finally to my right, where I had just came from, were overalls.

	I decided to be methodical about the process, so starting with the base, I pondered the merits of a t-shirt over a onesie, and vice versa. Standing on my tip-toes, I grabbed a couple choice selections from each section, choosing a couple solid-color onesies, but also one depicting a frog, and another christmas one. From the t-shirt side, all I could find was some tacky, graphic heavy Dora the explorer shirts, along with some ugly sequined "princess" tees and a vintage "Barbie" shirt.

	There wasn't much contest. Since my onesie or t-shirt was just something to go on under a more elegant outfit, I chose a simple white onesie. I simply threw all of the failed candidates in a small pile on the closet floor, trusting that Katherine would put them up.

	As I was putting on the onesie, I was having trouble snapping it up. I was standing upright, so when I went to snap up one side, as soon as I let it go the weight of my wet diaper would immediately unsnap the onesie. Finally, I laid down in the diaper changing position and snapped up the onesie that way. Standing up again, I could feel the onesie smush my diaper up against me. While it was a different feeling than just letting the wet diaper sag ever so slightly in the middle, it was rather comforting, like a security blanket dipped in warm water.

	Moving on, I decided to move towards the back of the closet in order to find some better clothes. I listened for soft rustling in the general direction I thought Sally was, but, hearing nothing, I delved further towards the back of the closet.

	Past the onesie section was the pajama section, and I smiled as I saw the cute bottoms of the pajamas with their snap-off behinds. Then, realizing how close I was to actually wearing one of those specimens to bed, my adoration became curiosity. Resisting the temptation, I pushed through the section, still marching towards the back of the closet.

	I greeted the back of the closet in astonishment to what I saw lay in the back of the closet. As I pushed through the final layer of babyish one-piece pajamas I was greeted by a wall of diaper cases. Looking left to right, I could see that they extended from wall to wall.

	In curiosity, I lifted a foot up onto the uncovered edge of one of the cases. Seeing another opening higher up, I placed my other foot on it. Soon, I was climbing at least seven feet up this wall of diapers to see the end of it. As I pulled myself up to stand on the top of the diaper cases, I saw that the wall actually was several feet thick, as the wall of the closet was several feet behind the wall of diapers. And even still, farther back the stacks of cases of diapers reached higher than what I had climbed, even reaching the ceiling in some places.

	Calculating quickly, at 100 diapers a case, with each case being ten inches high, and the shortest part of the wall being at least eighty inches high, and each row from far right wall to far left wall took at least twenty cases of diapers, I concluded that there was sixteen thousand diapers in one, one-diaper-case thick segment of this large mass of diaper cases. The numbers baffled me.

	As the spectacle wore off, I simply sighed, "Is this what happens when you have too much money coming each month?" I asked myself, plopping unceremoniously onto my diapered rear and hanging my feet off the cliff of diaper cases. Pushing off, I hit the ground softly and immediately continued my quest to find the perfect outfit.

	My hopes were dashed when I heard a "Sally! Kara! Time for dinner!" from Katherine in the kitchen.

	"Okay mommy!" I heard from inside the closet. Accepting my defeat, I walked towards Sally's room in shame.

	Sally, of course, knowing her closet and well acquainted with the literal thousands of diapers she held within had no trouble finding the cutest Tinkerbell dress with matching green shoes. Her diaper stuck out from under her dress, but was under green, snap-up onesie flaps. The sparkly sequins of her dress were perfectly complemented by the equally green and sparkly pacifier she was sucking, the front of it sporting a graphic of Tinkerbell herself.

	Sally smiled at me as I walked out of the closet in my white onesie.

	"I see we're going with the minimalist approach to fashion, hmm?" She mumbled around her pacifier. I didn't have time to flip her off as she turned around immediately and walked out. I followed into the kitchen.

	"Oh gosh, were you two playing dress up?" Katherine asked in surprise.

	"Yeah mommy, who do you think dressed up the best?" Sally asked, staring at me.

	I really wanted her to go all new age hippie on us and say that there was no clear winner, that we were both really cute and we both dressed up fine in order to save me from my inevitable loss, but instead she smiled.

	"Why, you dressed up the best, but you're both stripping down for dinner so you don't get your pretty clothes dirty!" She said, smiling as she got on one knee in front of Sally to undo her crotch snaps. I caught Sally smiling and looking at me smugly before her face was covered briefly by the fabric of her dress being pulled over her head.

	Katherine came to me next, and barely had to apply any force to the buttons, as they mostly snapped under the weight of my wet diaper.

	"Wow, you've used this a lot since I last checked you!" Katherine smiled, poking me in the stomach playfully. I couldn't help but giggle.

	"Alright!" Katherine said, "out to the deck with both of you!" She opened the door to the balcony and Sally and I both toddled through. As I walked out, I looked at all the other balconies around us, on all of the other apartment complexes near us. I wasn't embarrassed or afraid, I was simply acknowledging the fact that Sally and I had a potential audience. I remembered Sally's words and began to focus on the toys around the balcony.

	Sally was pushing some kind of plastic noisemaker around the perimeter of the balcony, so I grabbed a block matching toy and diligently began to match the blocks.

	Katherine came back with two thick diapers, some changing supplies, and a couple thick sheets of what I assumed was the padding from inside of a diaper.

	"Alright you two, its getting dark and a little chilly, so I went and got Sally's old high chair, we're going to eat in the dining room tonight."

	I assumed Katherine was going to lead us inside where we would get changed out of the soggy diapers, but instead Katherine walked over to Sally and sally reacted by just laying down on her back and lifting her legs up.

	I looked around nervously at the innumerable windows as Katherine untaped Sally's diaper. Katherine began to wipe sally down, and I began to turn red. One robot a floor above and several balconies over was throwing a towel on the railing of her balcony. She looked over briefly at Sally as Katherine slipped her overnight diaper, along with two of the stuffers under her butt. She didn't so much as raise one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows before she walked back inside. I started to calm down a little bit, but my heart still raced. "What are you so worried about?" I thought angrily to myself, "It's just a change, and its highly unlikely anyone will see!" Still I was shaking. Katherine was taping Sally's diaper on now. "Dear god that's thick," I thought to myself as Katherine turned to me. My stomach dropped. I was still except for my head, which was constantly scanning the endless balconies of the apartment block.

	Katherine giggled softly, lifting me up and gently setting me down on my back. "Would you like me to make this quick sweetie?" She asked. I nodded violently. She smiled and laughed again, grabbing a pacifier from a pocket on her dress and placing it into my mouth before getting to work.

	Despite my embarrassment, the pacifier was still soothing during the change. Sally was just walking around now, waddling much more than when she was in the daytime diapers. She wandered briefly before falling on her behind with a large "pffffff" in front of a toy.

	Katherine was much quicker with my diaper change than with Sally. In one swift motion with both her hands moving in concert she ripped the tapes off my diaper, removed it and wiped my area with a wet wipe. Obediently I lifted my legs. I let my bottom fall down on the new diaper, surprised by how thick it was.

	The diapers before made me waddle a bit and were reasonably thick, this diaper along with the stuffers truly inhibited movement. I could feel my legs spread slightly as Katherine pulled the front of the diaper up and taped me up. I stood, and my legs bowed ever so slightly, as if there was a large metal bar attached to both sides of my upper thigh. I stood there for several seconds, mentally picturing how I would have to walk  to move effectively in the new diapers.

	Katherine opened the door to the balcony and held it opened, smiling down at us as we waddled slowly through. Closing the door behind her, she picked us both up and carried us into the dining room.

	In the dining room there were two high chairs. One was a pretty standard bare plastic seat elevated with a ridged tray and a small three-point buckle intended to go around the lower area of the seated. The next was a much more luxurious affair. It was a padded plush seat with a five-point harness along with a much larger tray. It was also a very tacky pink color.

	"Now Sally sweetie, shouldn't we let our guest sit in your special chair?" Katherine asked, looking at Sally perched on her side.

	Sally looked visibly upset at the question, as if she was some kind of toddler.

	"No..." She said weakly, not really providing an argument. I was kind of taken aback by her behavior, she not only seemed immature (which I kind of expected) she also seemed extremely submissive to Katherine, as if Katherine was truly her mother.

	"Come on sweetie," Katherine said, rocking Sally ever so slightly. "Let's be nice to our guest, okay?"

	Without waiting for an answer she strapped us both into our respective high chairs. Sally looked rather upset, but she was more focused on Katherine than me at the moment.

	"Alright sweeties, I made mac and cheese for you both, doesn't that sound great?"

	Sally was visibly happier, crinkling up and down as she bounced excitedly. I looked at her breasts bounce and realized our mutual nakedness, but I didn't really feel naked, it seemed to make total sense that we would be naked in this context.

	I wet myself while I was trying to suck down my fifth bottle. Sally smiled from behind her mac and cheese and motioned for me to continue.

	My diaper was disgustingly full by the end of dinner, but luckily Katherine was my saving grace.

	"Alright sweeties, we got a late start for dinner, so I think it's about time for good little girls to go to bed! Kara, since you're the guest, you can sleep in Sally's crib. Sally, I put a spare mattress and some linens in your playpen in the living room, so that's where you'll be sleeping tonight."

	"Mommy! That's not fair! I want to sleep with Kara in my crib."

	Not even stopping to argue, Katherine picked me up out of my high chair and placed me on the ground,

	"Sweetie, that crib is good enough for you and Kara for a two hour nap, but it'll get cramped, hot and stinky with two of you little bedwetters in it. I want our guest to be comfortable, and that's final, ok?"

	Sally would've probably continued to protest if not for the pacifier in her mouth and the slow downward trend of her upper eyelids. I dutifully waddled behind Katherine, watching as Sally was already breathing slowly and softly as Katherine slowly placed her in her makeshift crib and tucked her in. Without saying a word, she smiled down at me, took my hand and lead me to Sally's bedroom.

	As she began to lower the bars of the crib I spoke up, "Um, can you change me before bed? I'm wet."

	"Sure thing honey," Katherine replied softly, turning, picking me up and putting me on the changing table.

	"So how did you like your day in diapers?" Katherine asked, stripping the wet diaper off of my body.

	"It was alright," I thought for a moment, "It was nice to take a break and really unwind."

	Katherine giggled as she leaned down to get a diaper from under the changing table, "So you're not planning on having one too many accidents and "tricking" your house bot into thinking you're a baby when you get back home?"

	I furrowed my brow, "You know about that?"

	Katherine had to stop herself to stifle her laughter, "of course I know sweetie! Did you really think a couple missed trips to the bathroom would make me go out and get a crib, or one or two crying fits means I go out and get highchairs? No, Kara wanted this and I simply delivered."

	"But why did she want this, and why did you give this to her?" Katherine had taped the last tape on my fresh diaper now, and she was now helping me into footie pajamas with a prominent dropseat.

	"I don't know why she wanted it in the first place," Katherine did up the snaps on my dropseat, "Maybe naive curiosity, maybe a fetish, maybe even some kind of insanity, but I gave it to her because I desperately wanted to."

	"But why?"

	Katherine didn't say a word. She picked me up and moved over to the rocking chair, softly and slowly before cradling me in her lap, rocking gently. Gradually she began to bend her chest over me, as if shielding me from the outside with her body. Her soft breasts tickled the inside of my stomach and I heard the soft beat of her artificial heart in her chest cavity.

	"Every week I get reports from the other caretaker bots of accidents that caused the death or injury of their owners.

	Every time I walk into a room the risk assessment calculator tells me exactly how everything in the room, from the sharp corners of coffee tables to the microbes in the air, could hurt and kill you.

	It tortures us to see a human outside of our care, or to be rendered unable to swoop in and carry a human away from danger.

	We understand that most adult humans have some sort of internal need to do most things by themselves, but this is a tragic flaw that only brings danger.

	Therefore, when someone like Sally offers to pass the torch of responsibility to me, I take it, and I grasp it tightly and deep down we all are a little more at peace."

	Silence fell upon us, and we sat as she rocked me for some time. Eventually I reached up and wrapped my arms around her neck. I could feel her exhale a giant breath.

	"Little humans safe and sound are the best gifts a robot could get."

	With that she laid me down in the crib and I fell into a fast slumber.

	I woke up with her in the room again, milling around. As soon as I began to stir she picked me up and softly rocked me.

	"Your car is here, sweetie. I packed a bag, just in case."

	With that she placed me on the ground and helped me shoulder a large backpack. The backpack wasn't that heavy, but it was nearly bursting, so I could only assume what was in it.

	I passed by Sally sleeping in her playpen as Katherine gently ushered me out of the house. She was still completely asleep, and I could see a sizable bulge in the back of her onesie where she had messed herself in the night.

	"Wait, I forgot one more thing," Katherine said as we reached the door. She got on one knee and turned me around. She then undid the diaper from my dropseat and pulled it out between my legs, much to my blushing embarrassment.

	"There sweetie, you're all set."

	I couldn't help but fall in for a hug, wrapping my arms around her.

	She squeezed me hard in return.

	"Did you have a fun time Kara?" Lionel said, welcoming me to the car. I just kind of mumbled at him, lost in thought. The backpack I had taken off and placed at my feet gave me a choice. I could throw it away deep into my closet and forget about it, or I could do something. But what?

	It was like I had jumped off a cliff into the void, now I was completely lost. I wanted to be independent, be my own person and be an adult, but after Katherine's speech I had begun to love Katherine and Evangeline even more for what they go through every day. I don't... have to be independent,do I?

	My concentration was broken by Lionel pulling into my parking spot. I hopped out and breakfast was waiting for me. I gave Evangeline a big hug, much to her surprise.

	I mostly ate in silence, since Evangeline had already left to run some errands after I had sat down to eat. Every once and a while I would nervously stick my hand in the backpack to feel the diapers inside. Eventually after finishing breakfast I dug down to the bottom of the backpack and grabbed a pacifier to at least calm some of the fidgeting.

	Finally I had had enough. I needed to do something! Something that I used to do as a kid, something that used to make me feel on the cusp of adulthood. I was tired of this doldrum, this halfway point between being a complete baby and being an adult this life had left me!

	I stormed downstairs to what was left of my garage. In it were knicknacks that had survived Evangeline's constant reorganizing and decluttering, various mementos to things I tried once and never again, like a vinyl player and a pool table and one of those juicers where you have to buy the fruit in plastic bags. But I didn't pay attention to any of that stuff, I was instead looking for my bicycle, a relic of my childhood when I used to dream of running away from home because my parents were mad about my grades, in elementary school, no less, and our bot Caroline would have to hunt me down and carry me kicking and screaming, carrying me under one arm and my bike under the other. That was back when our bots were still just domestic servants, but now they were something more...

	Shaking the thoughts from my head, I mounted the bicycle and pushed off into the outside. For a couple brief pedals I was free, the wind was picking up in my hair, I was gaining speed. For the first time since Caroline picked me up off this very bike, I felt like I was in control. I smiled and stared up at the clouds, giggling like a little schoolgirl.

	I wasn't paying attention and my tire hit a rock. Immediately I went over the handlebars and onto the pavement. I heard Evangeline rush over from the parking lot, dropping the stuff she bought at the store.

	At that point I realized I wasn't free, I wasn't a grownup, I was just a helpless little girl, still wearing her dropseat pajamas from her sleepover at her friends house. Evangeline picked me up and began to rock me in her arms, kissing me all over, and the weight of my new reality began to crash around me, and I started to cry.

	When we got back into the house Evangeline checked me up and down for scrapes to disinfect, but found nothing. She immediately then went out to the pavement outside and threw away the bike that was still lying there where I had crashed it.

	"Please sweetie, don't ever do that to me, or to yourself again! Stay safe," She said as she walked back into the house with the groceries, leaning down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

	"Are you going to work today?" Evangeline continued as she began putting away the groceries, "You might be able to make it on time if you hurry," I jumped at the question.

	"Yeah, I think I'll go in today," I said absentmindedly, "Where's my bag?"

	Evangeline came around from the counter to look at me, "I'll go get your bag, in the meantime, why don't you go change into something more professional."

	I looked down and noticed that despite everything I was still wearing the dropseat pajamas that Katherine had put over my diaper the previous night. I quickly ran to my room and threw on a sundress and some flats to keep Evangeline happy.

	As I walked out the door Evangeline handed over my bag. I hopped into the backseat of Lionel and the five-point harness threw itself around me as we sped off.

	I stared at the diapers in my bag as it sat next to me. It seemed that Katherine packed me some kind of smorgasbord of diapers, as there was a nighttime one, day diapers and a couple pairs of training pants. My work supplies were somewhere on the bottom of the bag, but I didn't really worry about that stuff.

	"Lionel, where are we going? I thought you were taking me to work?" I asked, concerned that I didn't recognize the area we were in.

	"Evangeline informed me that you and your entire office block has been reassigned to a smaller and more focused facility due to employee resignations, Kara. It's on this side of town."

	I was confused. Instead of my old work neighborhood, a place of dilapidated corporate blocks, usually completely empty parking garages and defunct public transportation, Lionel was driving me through an area of swanky grocery stores, newly created schools and sleek, new-looking buildings. Everywhere around us I could see bots walking, carrying groceries. One or two were even carrying their human on their hip.

	Lionel pulled into a parking circle in front of an upscale yet modest concrete building. While a great amount of the place was large glass windows, much of the rest of the lot was walled off to ensure privacy. I hopped out of Lionel with my bag and nervously walked through the revolving door. I breathed a sigh of relief as Roxanne greeted me from her usual spot at the front desk.

	"You made it! I thought for sure we were gonna lose you in the reassignment! Come on, they're all just down the hall getting set up in their new work spaces!"

	Roxanne put her hands on my shoulders and gently hurried me down the hall where I found Victoria in the front of two lines of my coworkers.

	"Kara, how nice of you to join us, I think you'd probably do better in the right line for now, how about you jump in with them."

	I started to move until I heard a voice pipe up. Sally stepped out of the left line.

	"Miss Victoria, I think Kara would do better in our line!"

	I was slightly embarrassed that she even knew to call me by name, let alone suggest I was better off with her. Instead of her usual sundress she was wearing a frilly white skirt, a princess top and pink shoes with velcro straps on the top instead of laces.

	"Is Sally telling the truth, Kara? Would you like to be in her line?"

	I stared at the two lines. The left one I was previously assigned to by Victoria was full of people that still contained some of a shred of adulthood. There were one or two dressed in proper business attire, along with some sundresses, some business casual and others dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Beyond that, they were all carrying briefcases, laptop bags and cups of coffee. The right line, however, was different. Instead of briefcases and laptop bags, there were backpacks and gaudy pink plastic purses. Instead of somewhat adult clothes, pretty much everyone in the line was wearing some kind of childish thing, whether it be a princess top, a skirt with a gaudy, glittery flower pattern, or simply velcro on tennis shoes. It was very clear what Victoria was dividing us by.

	"Yeah, I think the left line would be a better work environment for me."

	Victoria cut kind of a weird smile, one mixed with politeness, gratitude, disappointment and acknowledgement. Sally just squealed with delight and dragged me by the hand right behind her. I had to desperately hold onto my bag so that the diapers within wouldn't spew out across the floor.

	Victoria led the other line off to the left side of the building while Elizabeth emerged from the entrance to guide the right line. The facade really began to fall apart when the more mature line left.

	"Alright sweet peas!" Elizabeth called, "Follow me!"

	Elizabeth bent down and picked up the woman in the front of the line and grabbed the hand of the boy behind her. We were led down a long hallway which eventually lead to three doors, one at the end of the hallway and two on the left and right. Elizabeth opened the middle door and lead us into the room.

	I looked around the room and thought "yes, this is exactly how they want us". The entire floor was carpeted in patterns, some in circles with markings for people to sit, other parts with roads for toy cars to ride on. Human-sized tables abounded with soft plush blocks piled on them. Directly in front of me was an entire wall of glass, revealing a huge playground outside ringed by the walls I had seen coming into the place. Shelves containing toys were everywhere, including some with things like teething rings and rattles.

	The line streamed into the room. Some people stood close to the doorway, nervous and confused, while others, like Sally, ran straight towards the little-kid heaven that the room was. Elizabeth was joined in the room by three other bots, all smiling down at us, wearing dresses.

	I decided to have a look around before I decided to do anything with the toys. The left side of the room had laminate floors and a small kitchen area, but it was too big for anyone but the bots that were supposed to look after us. I peered into a connected room near the kitchen, only to find rows and rows of changing tables, fully stocked with diapers and supplies. I rushed over to see what the opposite room contained on the other side of the hall to find rows and rows of cribs with mobiles and little stacking toys on the bars.

	"Having fun exploring, sweetie?"

	I spun around to find one of the bots staring me in the face, her hands on her knees in a shallow squat, still towering over me.

	"Yeah," I replied quietly.

	"That's good, because it was made special for you guys as a reward for how hard you've all worked for the company!" the bot replied enthusiastically, "I'm Vanessa by the way, I'm a newer model of bot, made especially for this facility! Do you want me to get your bag, lets put that in a cubby honey."

	Vanessa leaned down to pick up my backpack, taking a peek inside while she did, tutting as she spied the diapers.

	"Do you have any troubles going to the bathroom that you need to tell me about Kara?" Vanessa asked, mixing her preprogrammed gentleness and playfulness with a stern inflection.

	"No Vanessa," I said, truthfully as she reached into my backpack.

	"It's your first day here sweetie, so can you please just wear a little bit of protection for me? It'll make me feel better that you wont ruin your nice little panties if you have an accident," she pulled out a pull-up from my backpack. I sighed and looked around. Nobody was paying attention to this corner of the room. All my colleagues, if I could still call them that, were having fun in the center play area or getting doted on by any of the three other bots.

	Vanessa gently reached under my dress and pulled down my white panties while I looked around nervously for any onlookers. I stepped into the pull-ups and Vanessa threw my panties in my bag and stowed the bag in one of the wall cubbys. She then lead me to the center to play with everyone else.

	I spotted Sally playing with a doll with a group of other girls, so I walked over. As soon as Sally saw me she dropped the doll and ran over to give me a hug.

	"Kara, I'm so glad to see you! I missed you when you left this morning, I'm so glad you're here! These are some of my friends that got me into this stuff in the first place, you might not have known them because they didn't come to the office much until they heard about the move."

	"Wait, so you knew about this?" I asked.

	"Yeah! Molly and Sam told me we were moving to this place soon, isn't it great? We can act as babyish as we want here and we don't have to keep it a secret anymore!"

	I couldn't really have a good think on what Sally just said because she immediately moved on, "want to play dollies?" She asked me, grabbing her doll off the floor and plopping down on her behind. Her skirt hiked up until the hem sat comfortably halfway up Sally's diaper.

	"Sure!" I replied, and before I could offer to grab my own Sally had stood up and walked off to pick one out for me. I just smiled and let her walk off, sitting down. As I waited for her, I took the room in.

	A large portion of Sally's friends, the ones who got her into this entire regression business, were happily working together to build a huge tower out of plastic bricks in the central play area of the room. One of that group, a cute mixed girl with dark black ringlets pulled back from her face in a gaudy plastic jeweled hairband, had some kind of wet spot on the front of her cute pink romper. While she was still playing, a robot walked over and gently took the romper off, leaving her to play in just a thick white diaper and her headband. There were a couple of loners just wandering around the room, and one guy that looked like he was quietly crying in a corner, but everyone that looked like they were on the fence in the room was gathered around the huge TV. They all sat hypnotized by the bright colors and pretty shapes. I couldn't see what was exactly happening on the screen beyond that, which I thought was due to my angle, but then I realized I was sitting in front of it. Maybe I was too far away... Slowly I got up and started walking closer.

	My vision was broken by a massive doll face, I jumped back in shock. Sally giggled, "I brought you a dollie!"

	I didn't realize it when Sally was carrying one, but the dolls were huge. They were standard baby dolls, but sized up to be for an adult, so the doll was easily half my height and very heavy. Sally and I played dolls for a while, using all of the huge doll clothes and doll furniture around us until Vanessa came up to me.

	"Sweetie, it's been a while since I put that pull-up on you, have you had an accident?" She said sweetly, looking down at me as I looked up at her, my legs splayed out every which way as I sat on the floor. I shook my head no and she smiled again, this time just politely.

	"Can I go to the bathroom soon please?" I asked, and instead of answering me Vanessa bent her knees to hand me a sippy cup.

	"Sweetie, I'm worried about you, you need your fluids! Will you drink this for me?"

	I just sighed and grabbed the cup. She patted my head and pinched my cheek.

	"Potty time is in a little while sweetheart, why don't you just drink up and I'll come get you when you're done, okay?"

	She left before I could say anything back, not like it would matter. At first I tried to open the cap on the sippy cup, but eventually I gave up and started sucking it down. As soon as I swallowed the first gulp, the room, which was already painted a gorgeous baby blue, suddenly became much brighter. Not in the sense that I was suddenly blinded by the intense light in the room, instead, all the colors popped, and as they moved they became more and more intense. I looked around and Sally wasn't beside me anymore. I scanned the room, giggling as all the colors moved and danced in my eyes. I felt warm all over, and my giggling turned into laughter, causing thick lines of drool and whatever intensely sweet, thick and creamy liquid was in the sippy cup. Each swig of the liquid made the colors more intense and my body warmer and warmer.

	I don't know how much time it took, but I finally spun around enough to see Sally, playing with her dolly close to the center of the room. I had to see her! She looked lonely there, just playing with her dolly. I tried my best to stand up, and, after a little while, I did! The warmth that I felt all over made my legs feel like jelly, but I was brave, so I started walking towards Sally. I tried calling to her to let her know I was coming over, but I couldn't talk around the nipple of my sippy cup. As a matter of fact, a huge portion of my vision was blocked by the bright, colorful sippy cup, I giggled again around the nipple, warmth shooting through my body as I felt drool and liquid drip onto the front of my dress. From the corner of my eye, I could see the shapes on the TV. The bright colors were so intense, so I turned to look at them, but my legs wouldn't listen and I fell on my butt on the floor. I just giggled, entertained instead by the pretty patterns on the side of the sippy cup. I fell back on my back as I tipped the sippy cup upward ever more, the warmth hitting me over and over again in waves, causing me to squirm on the floor in bliss.

	Eventually Vanessa's face appeared over the bottle. Gently she grabbed it and pulled it from my grip, and my arms fell to the soft carpeted floor, so that now I was splayed out completely on the carpet, giggling in a warm haze as the colors of Vanessa's huge face moved and danced. She smiled and reached down to pick me up, and as I was lifted, I grabbed on to Vanessa's dress, pulling her warmth closer so that I turned into complete putty in her arms. My head fell on her shoulder, and I could hear her simulated heartbeat and feel her chest expanding as she breathed. I allowed myself to be carried, I didn't know where until I was laid down on a changing table.

	As Vanessa gently undid my pull-up, she tickled my tummy and I giggled, wriggling on the changing table. When I was wriggling, she grabbed my ankles and pulled them up, quickly sliding a diaper under my bottom. I was stunned by how soft it felt, were these the same diapers I had worn before at Sally's house? I sat flabbergasted as the final tapes were fastened. After Vanessa's hands came of the diaper, I sat up and began to bounce, giggle and coo, giggling as my diaper poofed and crinkled. Vanessa looked like she was going to melt in happiness.

	I tried to say thank you to Vanessa for putting me in this nice comfy diaper, but instead I just burbled as a mixture of baby talk and drool exited my mouth. I started laughing again as thick drool began running down the front of my dress for the umpteenth time that day. Vanessa smiled again and pulled from a drawer a nice thick looking onesie. After putting a pacifier in my mouth Vanessa took off my boring adult dress and put me into the new pink onesie. As the last snap clicked on my crotch, the thick, soft fabric felt like tons of tiny little hugs covering my entire torso and shoulders. All I could do is sit there and enjoy the feeling.

	Vanessa picked me up after a while and carried me back into the room, putting me on the ground close to the center. She made the mistake of putting me on my feet, and because of my jelly legs and the wide stance my diaper forced me into, I quickly fell over onto my padded rear. A look of worry shot across Vanessa's face, but it quickly disappeared after she realized I was fine. I tried once to stand back up before giving up the idea of walking entirely and instead crawling to the nearest brightly colored object I could see, which was a rattle sticking out of one of the lower drawers on the toy shelves. I crawled over and grabbed it, sitting down with my legs spread in each direction. I started shaking it violently, and the colorful beads in the rattle danced and played in the top of it. The sound was funny too, so I giggled, yet again giggling so much as to fall back on my back. Instead of getting back up I just held the rattle over my head and shook it up there.

	After a while of shaking the rattle and wiggling around on the floor, I was picked up yet again by Vanessa. As she sat in one of the huge rocking chairs in the corner of the room, I felt my pacifier slip out and get replaced with a bottle. Warm milk flowed from the nipple as I was rocked. I looked around and saw that all of my colleagues were having finger food at some of the tables in the room, but I was over here, alone with Vanessa as she gently rocked me. At this point some of my cognition was returning, but instead of asking Vanessa eloquently why I was being fed like a baby while everyone else got to eat solid food and sit at tables. Instead I just spat up some milk trying to speak. Vanessa just chuckled as my cheeks turned red.

	I finished my bottle and by that point I was starting to turn back into myself. Instead of feeling warm and loved in my onesie and diaper, I felt embarrassed and testy.

	Vanessa noticed this as she was carrying me to the changing room, "what's wrong sweetie, do you need a change?" she asked.

	"Me wan 'ull ups," I managed to get out. My brain was recovering from whatever was in that sippy cup much faster than my body.

	 Vanessa didn't respond until she was pulling my diaper from under my bottom. She held it aloft in all of its soaked and light yellowish glory.

	"Sweetie I think you still need to be in diapers for a long while, did you even realize you needed to go?"

	Before I could even defend myself (as if, in my state, I could convince this robot that was apparently pre-programmed to treat every human like a small child) Vanessa was wiping me down and slipping another, equally thick, white diaper under my bottom. I was trying to express myself, but all I could muster were whines, that, as the diaper was being taped on, evolved into cries. I was frustrated and embarrassed and I was tired of being treated like a baby.

	Instead of doing anything that I very clearly wanted, Vanessa pulled out another sippy cup and said, "oh, does the poor dear need some more juice?" I tried to dodge it, but I couldn't get away, Vanessa's firm but gentle touch forced the cup to my lips.

	As I struggled but also drank I could feel my mind return to mush and the warmth return. Instead of taking me back out to the main room, Vanessa gently put me down in a crib. I squirmed for a while, not even able to fully sit up, watching my pacifier move up and down in my mouth and feeling my limbs slide around under the soft light blanket that covered me, impotently jerking around due to my lack of control. Eventually, however, I fell asleep.

	I woke up to the sound of a camera clicking. My eyes slowly opened to see Evangeline, sitting at the foot of a bed, my bed. I was home, I could see my TV poking out from behind her. Soft light was streaming through my curtains.

	"Why did you take a pict-" I began asking before I realized it was coming out through the plastic of a pacifier. My cheeks turned red and I quickly spit it out before asking the entire question.

	"Well," Evangeline began, "I decided to capture some of the memories you and I made over the last half day or so."

	"What memories, what time is it? How did I get home?"

	Without saying anything, my robot turned to the TV as it began showing pictures and video of me. The memories came flooding back in each one.

	The first photo was taken with Evangeline's eyes. Her arms are outstretched and I'm walking towards her, the camera. I'm wearing a cute little white dress with a strawberry pattern, and I'm toddling precariously. My white diaper is peeking out from under the skirt. I remember Vanessa waking me up and putting me in that, and I can see her in the back of the frame, watching me waddle over to my waiting Evangeline.

	Then it shows a video of Evangeline and I in the backseat of Lionel. I'm in a much more restrictive and safety-focused version of the standard human sized carseat, and Evangeline is having a ball making me squeal by blowing raspberries onto my stomach.

	Next is a picture from the security cameras in my house. It shows Evangeline beaming down at me, tickling my toes as I lay on the floor. A fresh diaper and changing supplies are on the floor next to Evangeline, and it looks like I've used my diaper.

	The last two images are of me shoving spaghetti in my mouth on the kitchen floor, nude save for a diaper. It's from Evangeline's perspective as she looks down at me. After that, its a picture of me in a bath, Evangeline's hands in frame, washing the spaghetti sauce off of me.

	"Uh," I began, Evangeline turning to me as the TV shut off, "thanks for that, I guess."

	"Oh, no problem, it's just my job," Evangeline managed to blurt out. She started backing out of the room, "breakfast is ready, I'll just be tidying up, so come when you're ready." She closed the door in a hurry as she left. A few seconds passed, and then Evangeline called out from right behind the door, "Let me know if you need anything!"

	I grumbled and kicked off the covers, revealing one last wet diaper along with a shirt over top of it. Very carefully I peeled it off and replaced it with a pair of panties. I carried the wet diaper by the edge of one of the tapes and walked out of my room. Conveniently, Evangeline was dusting quietly in the living room close by. As she saw me she hurried over.

	"Honey that's going to leak all over the floor, you need to wrap it up!" Quickly she grabbed it and packed it into a tight ball. I sat down at the breakfast table and she brought me a nice big plate of eggs.

	"Kara, don't you think you might want to be wearing protection?" Evangeline said as she was cleaning the kitchen, presumably from the mess I made last night.

	"Why is that?" I responded, trying not to get into an argument.

	"Well," she began, walking over to where I was sitting, eating my eggs, "it's just that I don't know how much whatever they gave you at work affected you, and whether some of it is still in your system."

	I turned to her, "I think I'll be okay," I said flatly. She let it drop.

	"I called you in sick to work, I thought you might not want to go by there today," Evangeline mentioned. I said thanks and went to the living room, flopping on the couch and turning on the TV.

	After flipping through some channels, I found one that looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It looked like the channel that was playing at work yesterday, but from my place curled up on the couch I couldn't make out anything definitive, it just looked like a bunch of shapes. So instead of changing the channel, I crept of the couch and ended up sitting right in front of the TV.

	Evangeline walked in and said she was going to the grocery store, but I didn't answer and I don't know how long it was before she got back. I realized she got back when she pried me around from the TV, revealing that she had set up a diaper changing mat right behind me. I shot up and quickly realized the carpet under me was wet, very wet.

	I tried to explain to her that it was the channel, but the TV was off when I turned to point at it. Evangeline wasn't stupid, but she did say, "come on Kara, let's just put you in diapers for the time being."

	I know that just a couple of days ago I had willingly let myself be put into diapers, but at this point, I was done. I wanted out of diapers desperately, and I especially wanted out of the house.

	"I'm going out shopping," I declared, opening the front door. I had changed into an outfit I hoped would hide my diaper from view, which turned out to be yet another sundress, this time a light pastel blue. Much to my embarrassment, Evangeline checked that I was still diapered under the dress before letting me go with a simple "be safe, and call me if you need anything."

	With that, I hopped into Lionel and headed towards the nice walk-able area I saw that was close to my new workplace, if I could even call it a workplace. I didn't see many humans on my way there, and when there were humans on the sidewalk or in cars, they were with their personal robot. Mostly though, it seemed like robots came and went into shops alone.

	Despite this I was determined to go out alone today and enjoy myself, so I hopped out of Lionel and immediately chose the closest boutique store I could find. As soon as I walked in a robot greeted me.

	"Hello sweat pea, I'm Cassandra, what's your name?"

	"Kara," I replied, as flatly as I could in response to Cassandra's overwhelming cheery demeanor.

	"Well Kara, are we looking for some new cute clothes today?"

	I replied with a yes and, surprisingly, Cassandra stepped back and allowed me to explore the store, offering to help if I wanted. I felt an intense sense of freedom as I rushed towards the nearest clothing rack. Haphazardly I grabbed clothes left and right off the rack, looking simply at what kind of patterns I thought were cute. I went into the changing rooms and locked a stall behind me. Looking at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath. Finally after a long few days I could relax and do some shopping, make myself feel good and clear my head. I pulled off my dress, frowning when I saw my diaper poking out at me, but not letting it ruin my day.

	Reaching for the first article of clothing, it was clear that I had hit the pastels pretty hard, not like I had a choice. This was one of those stores. Dismissing those thoughts, I threw over the first dress, a pink pastel one, and looked at myself in the mirror when the fabric settled.

	I was right, it was a cute dress, but I was looking like the wrong definition of cute. The dress didn't do anything to cover the bottom part of my diaper, and instead the waist was well above my bellybutton. I tried to deny it and paint the entire thing off as a cute but quirky top, but I couldn't lie to myself, I picked out and was duped into putting on a baby dress. I practically ripped it off.

	The next three things on my pile were just flat-out onesies with some light fabric around the waist to give the idea of a super-short skirt. The skirt under those three onesies had a diaper cover built into it, complete with snaps along the bottom of the crotch. All the other dresses were either too babyish or didn't do enough to cover my modesty, the entire stack of clothes I had picked out were all for people in diapers, I felt like I was going insane. I could hear soft grunting from the other side of the stall wall, and I peeked to see a Robot on her knees gently rubbing the back of a young woman that seemed to be squatting and filling her diaper. As she stood up, her mess caused her diaper and onesie to sag.

	With that I was done with one store, I could barely get my dress on fast enough before I was out. My surroundings made me feel like the only sane person alive. There were quite a lot of robots out, which was normal, but every human I saw was very clearly diapered under their childish clothing. One man was toddling along in front of his robot, a pacifier in his mouth that was also clipped to his sleeve, wearing shortalls with shiny brass buttons on the front. I ducked into a store before I got to close to him or his robot.

	This store's purpose was obvious as soon as I walked in. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling the store was about selling boutique disposable diapers and premium diaper covers. I pretty much immediately left.

	Even though every human being except me that I saw was being doted on by their robot, nobody seemed to pay me any mind as I spent the afternoon poking in and out of stores. Most of them were disappointing, either because they were obviously geared towards robots and therefore were selling things I didn't understand or that they were too geared towards babyish things that I couldn't even stomach it and pretend what I was looking at was anywhere close to mature. I came back to Lionel empty-handed and ate my dinner back at home without much fuss.

	Evangeline found me dry and, with some hesitation, took my diaper off and allowed me to wear panties again. I tried to hide it, but I think she saw as I sprinted to the bathroom and released almost a full day of holding it in into the toilet.

	I counted it a small victory that my underwear did not crinkle as I drifted off to sleep.

	A wet kiss hit my forehead, the warm lips gently rousing me as I woke up. I heard Evangeline say "wake up, sleepy head." I kept my eyes closed as I stretched my limbs under the covers. As I opened them, I saw Evangeline on the opposite side my bed, picking out clothes from my closet and placing them gently near the foot of my bed. The fact that she was picking out clothes for me was secondary, even though they weren't, to put it lightly, very mature. What I was really focusing on was the fact that Evangeline looked markedly different. Instead of her usual simple clothing, meant just to cover her modesty and mark her as an android. Evangeline was wearing a matronly patterned dress under a pastel apron. Under her clothes she just looked, well, endowed. Much more than was typical for an android.

	"W-what happened to you?" I managed to get out as she diligently continued to pick out my outfit. She looked over to me and smiled, "I went to go get an upgrade dear." I didn't dare ask anymore.

	"I called you in sick to work again today Kara, I thought it would be fun to go on a little outing, just you and me, doesn't that sound fun?" Evangeline continued as I hopped out of bed.

	"Where would we go?" I replied.

	"Well, there's a nice little park close to here, we can go for a walk, I'll pack a picnic, there's even a playground!"

	I started rubbing my eyes, "I don't know Eva, I'm still a little tired..." I started.

	Evangeline grabbed my hand gently but with authority, "come on Kara, It'll be fun, you need to get outside, it's not healthy to be cooped up in the office or at home all the time!"

	I was going to retort that my job gave me the option to go outside for recess, I just was napping through it, but I held my tongue. Evangeline then led me down to breakfast. Lo and behold, I said to myself, Evangeline had set up a high chair for me, and as she helped me up into the high chair, she brought me a bowl of oatmeal. The bowl was normal, but in it was a spoon I had never seen before. It was clearly made of some kind of plastic, and it was pastel orange, but it seemed to plain to me to be a baby spoon, the handle of the spoon, however, was really thick, so much so that I had to grasp it with my fist instead of holding it properly.

	As soon as I picked up my first spoonful of oatmeal I knew what was up. The spoon seemed heavy in my hands, and it felt like a weigth was rolling up and down the handle. It was impossible to keep the spoon balanced and level. As soon as I moved the spoon horizontally, I heard the light plop of some of the oatmeal spilling back into the bowl. Slowly but surely I moved it to my mouth. At the end of the spoonful though, half the oatmeal had fallen back into the bowl, forty percent onto my chest and lap, and ten percent actually got into my mouth. My cheeks burned as I went for another spoonful, mostly because I could see that Evangeline was watching me intently.

	Eventually she took the spoon from me gently and began to feed me. I was bright red until she finally unclicked the high chair and let me out.

	She followed me upstairs and I could feel what was coming next. I was prepared to put my foot down. As we got into my room she reached down and pulled my shirt up above me, as I was stepping out of my pajama pants and panties, she reappeared from inside my closet with a thick, baby-printed, white diaper.

	I turned, completely nude now, to face her. "I'm not wearing that," I said firmly, "I want panties."

	Initially Evangeline treated my resistance as a joke, "nonsense sweetie!" she said, "come on, let's get you in a diaper before you have an accident," but as she bent down and leaned forward to slip her hands under my armpits, I took a definitive step back. Her expression turned to one of hurt.

	She begged and pleaded with me for what seemed like forever. Evangeline used every trick in the book to coax me back into diapers, and eventually, I relented. "Fine," I finally said quietly, "But just this once more." And with that Evangeline had me on my bed and was taping me up before I knew it. When I sat up after the change, she leaned over and wrapped me in a hug, thanking me. I don't know what it was, but Evangeline seemed warmer now, and we held the hug for a long time.

	Since I had relented to diapers again in my moment of weakness, Evangeline also put me in my outfit. My onesie today was just plain white, and on top of it I was wearing a cute navy skirt and a light red sweater. It was surprisingly not that bad, save for the fact that I was wearing lightup sneakers with frilly socks and my hair was put into twintails with gaudy scrunchies holding them together. With that though, we were off to the park.

	Surprisingly, the drive to the park took a while, so much so that I almost fell asleep in my carseat, but as soon as we got there I was entranced by the view.

	The park definitely looked like a city park, but it was incredibly green and the walking paths snaked around and through little patches of wood. I started to walk towards the entrance from Lionel until I heard Evangeline call.

	"Wait for me sweetie!"

	I turned around to see Evangeline taking a stroller out of Lionel's trunk. She unfolded it easily, placed the picnic basket into the bottom basket, shut Lionel and then began to roll to me.

	I tried to protest, but Evangeline was insistent, "Come on sweetie, I want you to save up your energy so you're not tired when we get to the playground!"

	Grumbling as I was buckled into the stroller, I could see her point. My diapers were thick and the waddle was pretty pronounced, meaning we would probably walk slowly.

	Having not peed since before I woke up, early in the walk I grumbled and let release the warmth that spread throughout my diaper. I don't think Evangeline noticed.

	"How are we doing up there Kara? Do you need a bottle, a change?" Evangeline called up to me. I came out of dozing off with a start, but I just said I was fine. Evangeline gave me a bottle of milk anyway. I was more thirsty than I was suspicious of what the "milk" could contain, so I drank it anyway. It seemed like normal milk.

	Evangeline continued to push me along gently for an hour or two as I drank my milk and dozed off, looking at the idyllic park around us. There didn't seem to be many people, but the park looked like it was used. I guess nobody was out on a weekday. Eventually though, Evangeline found us a little spot besides what I could only assume was the playground she was talking about. It was a strange place, instead of the usual playground suspects, it had a slide and a sandbox along with several little different stations where natural-looking toys laid in piles. It looked like a much more organic playground than one I had in my childhood.

	I was unbuckled from the stroller seat and immediately checked. I was still wet, but Evangeline apparently didn't think I was wet enough to warrant a change, so she just got out the picnic supplies. I sat in her lap as she spooned food to me. First was various fruit purees, I was mad about not getting solid food, but it kind of served me right that I didn't speak up about it. I had applesauce, mangoes and banana puree before she starting taking out jars of strained vegetables. At that point I began to squirm, looking up at her.

	Evangeline smiled warmly down at me, "I knew you were going to be fussy about your veggies, so let's try something new, why don't we?"

	With that she gently turned me around and lay me across her lap. Before I could really process what was happening, Evangeline had already taken one of her "upgraded" breasts from behind her blouse and was gently moving the nipple towards my mouth. As it came closer and closer, I could already see droplets of milk begin to form around the nipple. Nowhere to go, I latched on.

	After the first couple of swigs of Evangeline's milk I was suckling with gusto. The milk was so good, I couldn't stop. I began to feel warm, and for a brief moment I remembered the juice back at the office, but any thoughts of stopping the milk were banished from my mind. The milk was stronger, I needed more of it. I felt the warmth hit my belly, and it expanded and expanded until I thought it was going to burst. Evangeline was so warm, I drew closer to her, until she held my body in her arms. Her arms were so warm. I kept suckling. I could feel her heart beat and nothing in my mind spoke up to remind me it wasn't real.

	What seemed like forever followed, the warmth in my belly kept getting bigger but it never burst, but Evangeline pulled me away from her nipple anyway. I was confused, hurt. Eventually she put my pacifier in and I was sated. I got up from her lap and I could hear her stand up behind me. Right now though I was focused on walking. My diaper was in my way so I tried stepping around it with every step. I could hear Evangeline giggling in the background. My entire body felt warm and loopy, like I was controlling it in slow motion. I could see the playground, and I felt like I needed to be there somehow. But there was a bigger problem to deal with before that. Some of the warmth within me wanted to come out, I could feel it deep within me, and it felt like the first warmth I actually nursed out from Evangeline. Maybe it wanted to go home? I was going to help it, so I bent down and pushed. I could feel it come out and the warmth spread all around my diaper, front to back. It felt so good! I smiled and started toddling to the playground again, focusing on the sandbox.

	As soon as I plopped down in the sandbox I began to giggle as all the grains of sand began to tickle my legs. I kicked and laughed, creating sprays of sand that caught the light of the early afternoon. I shaped some sand into little boxes, and I sat there. It was nice feeling the sand under me, it was like millions of little sand hands were holding me up, kind of like what Evangeline does. Before long more warmth wanted to come out, so I pushed and let it. As a thank you the warmth spread around the front of my diaper again.

	I grabbed for a plastic thing that was sticking out of the far end of the sandbox. I thought it was a rattle, but when I shook it, no pretty colors came out, and there was no noise. Maybe it had to do with sand? I thought, so I hit it against the sand in front of me. I heard a soft giggle from above. It was Evangeline. I raised up my arms.

	"What do we say sweetie?" Evangeline asked, her voice sounded like the most beautiful sound in the world right now.

	"Up!" I exclaimed.

	And with that, like magic, Evangeline had lifted me up from the sandbox. I was so high! It felt amazing!

	Evangeline put me down close to the picnic blanket, so I started to toddle around there, exploring the soft green grass underneath my shoes. I let some more warmth go, this time not much, but I could hear Evangeline gasp from behind me.

	"Oh babygirl, you leaked! I must've not been paying good attention!"

	I was confused, the warmth just spread down past my diaper this time. Regardless Evangeline picked me back up and started to undo my skirt and onesie, laying me down on a changing mat. I didn't understand what was really happening, so I just squirmed and sucked on my pacifier until I felt the wind hit my bottom. I turned my head and saw Evangeline reaching into a pocket of the stroller and bringing out a thick diaper, and before I knew it I was wearing it, along with just my sweater. This diaper was super soft and comfy, but I had to step around it more than the last one. Evangeline again giggled as I started to toddle along.

	A little ways away from the Picnic blanket I found a cool plant, and I bent down to look at it, but instead of keeping my balance, I fell over on my butt. It didn't bother me though, the plant was beautiful and bright so I was happy to take a longer look. After a while Evangeline came by, sitting around me and holding me tight. I was entranced by her warmth and softness.

	"Isn't this great babygirl?" she asked. I nodded. Eventually I turned around and fell into her arms, and she cradled me until she decided it was time for us to go, and put me back in my stroller for the walk back.

	We got back home and I was still warm, but instead of putting me to bed and letting me sleep it off, Evangeline nursed me again. At this point I was feeling the effects of the milk beyond anything i felt before. I could see drool dripping on my sweater. Instead of bedtime she put me in a playpen in the living room. She put me down by my feet, but I immediately lost my balance and sank to my diapered butt. After that, I lost my balance again and rolled back on my back. From my perspective I could see the TV. I didn't know what was happening, but I giggled at the pretty shapes and colors. I babbled to nobody. I thought I was talking to myself, but my mouth was so warm and numb from the suckling that it just all ran together until I was babbling incoherently around my pacifier. I kicked my legs and arms aimlessly, until I heard a distinct tinkling sound. A rattle! I had to grab it. With all  my might I managed to sit up, and I immediately grabbed the rattle near my right foot. I rolled back, shaking it in glee above my head. All I could do was squirm and enjoy the pretty show before my eyes.

	Eventually the show got more interesting. The shapes multiplied, it sounded like they were saying something as well. I was curious as to what they were saying, but I couldn't hear well, so I decided to try and get up and get a closer look. With all my effort, I eventually sat up, and then, focusing hard, I stood up on my wiggling legs. I began to toddle towards the TV, following the voices and shapes. About halfway I felt something slip out of my hand. I turned and saw my rattle on the floor! I decided I needed it, and so I tried to bend down and pick it up. I lost control, eventually supporting myself with my hands on the carpet. From my position bent over like this, I could feel something coming on. I sat confused, my face screwed up in a bewildered expression, until I realized what it was.

	Slowly but surely my diaper filled with mess. I heard my rear crinkle as my diaper expanded. I was just beginning to lose the effects of the milk on my mind, so I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing this, that I had messed up. My legs stopped supporting me and I fell on my butt with a squish. Hot tears began to well up in my eyes.

	My sadness didn't last long. I heard the same familiar voices from the TV and my attention shifted again. Abandoning the idea of walking, I crawled towards the TV. When I got there I couldn't understand the voices still, but I giggled at the moving of the shapes. I grabbed on to the TV stand and pulled myself up. I tried to keep my balance as I put my hands on the TV and waved them around to follow the shapes, but I would eventually sink down onto my bottom before picking myself up and trying again.

	"Oh, someone's a stinky little girl!" I heard Evangeline say. I was standing in front of the TV again, my hands pressed against the glass. I turned to her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that being stinky was wrong, but I couldn't help but giggle and drool.

	As Evangeline was changing on the floor I began to come out of it. The TV was turned off and I started to be conscious of the fact that she was taping me back up into an equally thick diaper.

	"Time for dinner!" she said, picking me up and putting me down in a high chair. She handed me a normal spoon to eat my mac and cheese, but even that utensil I could barely use, so eventually after seeing that I was spilling on my bib and getting frustrated she gently pulled the spoon from my hand and began to feed me herself. After I was done she let me gnaw on some apple slices while she cleaned the kitchen. After that, she placed a bottle on my high chair tray. I just stared at it.

	"Don't wanna," I said. Evangeline was back to cleaning, assuming I had already begun drinking the bottle.

	"Why not sweetie, you love your milk, don't you?" she replied.

	I folded my arms the best I could with the harness around me, "Don't wanna," I repeated, "I wanna be big girl."

	Evangeline smiled and picked up the bottle, moving it towards my pursed lips, "come on babygirl, drink up for mommy."

	I was insistent, Evangeline eventually frowned and gave up, taking the bottle from me and putting it back in the fridge. After that, she let me down from the high chair. My legs didn't feel like jell-o anymore, so I got up and toddled off to my room. I quickly locked my room and hopped in bed, turning on the TV. I ripped off my diaper and ran to the closet to grab some panties. This was the first time I had the chance to get a good look at my closet after my ordeal at work, and honestly, it didn't look too bad. Diapers and baby clothes took up one half of the closet, but the other half was still all my other clothes, albeit crammed together because of lack of space. I grabbed panties and a pair of sweatpants and went back to my room.

	The TV was blasting one of those shows. I could feel it affecting me, so I dashed to the remote and changed it quickly, but the next channel was more of the same! I looked away and began to scroll through the channels until I found something that seemed pretty safe. I could feel the damp spots on my panties. After a whispered swear, I threw another pair on.

	There wasn't much I could do but watch TV until I fell asleep at this point. The shows were boring as shit on this channel, but at least I wasn't drooling. I was camping out in my own little private space, and as I was coming more and more out of the effects of the show and Evangeline's milk, I wanted to come out of my room less and less.

	Later, I heard a quiet knock on the door. I didn't say anything, so Evangeline just opened it.

	"Come on Kara, you really think that you can lock me out of anywhere?" Evangeline smiled, letting out a breathy quiet chuckle, "It's time for bed." With a nod the TV shut off.

	I pulled up the covers and shut the lamp on my nightstand off. "Good night," I muttered sarcastically. My eyes opened wide as I heard Evangeline just laugh behind me.

	"Not so fast, baby girl, I know you don't like wearing protection at night, but tonight it's mandatory," she pulled back the covers. I was expecting the worst, but instead she just had a pull-up. Reluctantly I slid into it and after planting a big kiss on my forehead she left me alone to sleep.

	There was no time to be groggy the next morning, I hopped out of bed as soon as I woke up and dashed to the bathroom, hoping that Evangeline wouldn't spot me. Acting casual after I left the bathroom, Evangeline sauntered over to me and without saying anything pulled down my pants.

	"All dry I see, good morning Kara," Evangeline gave me a kiss on my forehead as I scrambled to pull up my sweatpants, "going to work today?" She asked, picking me up to put me in my high chair.

	 "Sure," I said. After I finished with my breakfast, Evangeline dressed me up in some moderately childish clothes and I hopped into Lionel off to work.

	I said hi to Roxanne at the front desk and then walked back down the hallway. I started looking for the regular work room, but eventually I got lost in the maze of hallways.

	"Now, where are we going sweetie?" I turned and saw a robot. She was wearing a smart pantsuit and sporting a clipboard resting against her, "I'm Melinda. You should know that humans aren't allowed back here, you could get hurt! Let's get you back to where you belong sweetie!"

	The robot grabbed my hand and led me back to the front of the office building. I kept looking for where the other line might've gone the other day, but I couldn't find where. Melanie led me back to the nursery room and I groaned internally. Vanessa instantly gasped and picked me up as I walked in.

	"Kara, I didn't realize you were coming in today!"

	"I don't think anyone did, I found her wandering around in the R&D department, maybe there should be a policy change for these little ones."

	I didn't like being talked over while I was sitting there, but I also didn't want to speak up. I didn't think that Vanessa would necessarily punish me, but I didn't want to risk it. My goal today was to not go completely off the rails.

	The two robots talked for a little while longer before Melinda left, presumably to go back to her mysterious department on the far end of the building. Vanessa set me down.

	"Alright little troublemaker, are we wearing protection today?" She didn't wait for an answer as she lifted up my skirt. I couldn't tell if she frowned or smiled at my pull ups.

	"Okay, looks like your mommy put you in some protection, that's good! Let me know when you need a change, now go play!" She patted my bottom and began to walk off.

	"Miss Melinda!" I piped up in my best 'I'm harmless' voice, "can I come to you when I need to go potty?"

	Melinda smiled down at me, "no dear, we don't have potties on this floor, that's company policy. I think it's nice that your mommy wants to potty train you, but here when you come to me for a change I'll put you back into diapers until you go home."

	I frowned.

	Otherwise, the room looked just about the same. All of my former colleagues were playing happily around in small groups. Even the man that was crying in the corner the other day was looking well-adjusted, if well-adjusted meant wearing a t-shirt, a diaper, and playing with blocks. I walked tentatively into the room, making sure to tune out the TV that was being watched by a large crowd. I spotted Sally in the center of the room, blocks in front of her. One of the androids had just taken an empty bottle out of her hand, and she seemed out of it, toddling around, her onesie barely hiding her incredibly thick diaper. If she wasn't my height, she would be a cute little baby, but right now, I was technically her colleague.

	I walked over and dutifully started to play with her, trying to follow her erratic gestures and babbles as we moved blocks around on the plush carpet. Eventually some of Sally's other friends joined us, and they looked just as gone as she did. I squirmed ever so slightly on the carpet as I felt the need to pee grow.

	I knew I needed to act, fast. Melinda and the other androids were just starting to let some of us outside, so they were all focusing over there. The door was just open, so I went for it.

	The building is bigger than it looks, and I definitely didn't want to stumble back into the R&D department. I picked a direction and tried to make it to the front desk, maybe Roxanne could help me. Luckily, I made it.

	"Roxanne!" I whispered from behind her desk, her mousy hair swung around as she turned in her desk chair.

	"Kara! Sweetie, what are you doing out of daycare? Is your mommy here to pick you up, are you lost?" She got out of her chair and bent down to some semblance of eye level with me.

	"No," I started, again trying to look as cute as possible, "I need to know where the potty is, and Melinda won't tell me, I don't want to go back to diapers!"

	Roxanne looked confused, "Sweetie, there are no potties in this whole building, little boys and girls are in diapers only here."

	Now it was my turn to look confused, "But, aren't there big boys and girls here, what happened to the other line?"

	Roxanne just lifted me up and sat me down on her lap in her chair. Clicking a couple of windows, she finally got a security feed. What it was was a grid of rooms, each one with a camera looking into it. All the rooms were just kitted out baby rooms. Roxanne pointed to one of the lumps in the crib, "They're perfect little angels," she said. I broke into a cold sweat.

	"Now," Started Roxanne, "I think someone needs to be put back into diapers and then returned to the nursery," she reached into a drawer, her other arm wrapped around my stomach as I began to squirm, "do you like duckies, baby girl?" She pulled out a bright yellow duckling dress, complete with a pacifier, bow and an extremely thick yellow ducky diaper.

	In my incredibly embarrassing outfit I was returned, bouncing on the hip of Roxanne, mercifully, while handing me over to a worried Melinda, she lied.

	"I had some free time, so I decided that I would see my special little friend here and take her for a walk! I'm sorry, I should have told you guys before I left, but she had an accident in her pull-ups and I had this cute little outfit that I just had to try on her!"

	Melinda huffed, but she didn't do anything to me except scold me gently about the dangers of strangers.

	"Why don't we get you in your walker so you won't run off anymore," She said cheerfully and began to carry me to the opposite side of the room.

	Towards the TV.

	I immediately began to shut my eyes tight, the music was beginning to ring in my head. I hunkered down, focusing hard on anything but the show, but it kept getting louder and louder. I felt myself get dropped into a harness and my toes barely brush the ground, but I kept my eyes tightly shut. Suddenly, the music stopped, and my mind was clear. I hesitated for a moment, but then I opened my eyes. It was just a quiet part. I was sitting directly in front of the TV. For a split second I thought to shut my eyes, and my arms raised to cover my ears, but as soon as I took in the pretty picture and the happy noise, my eyes stayed open and my arms moved to make grabby hands at the TV.

	I smiled looking at the pretty pictures. They were so pretty! I had no idea what was going on, admittedly, but I stared anyway, knowing that whatever was going on was good. Everything was good. I could feel my diaper under me, swaddling me comfortably and pressing against me. My ducky dress was warm, the soft fabric made me feel comfortable as I bounced gently in my chair, kicking my legs aimlessly. I could hear myself babble as well, which made me giggle because I sounded silly. I felt warmth effortlessly leave me, filling my diaper, in wonder, I sat and listened to my diaper go from a soft crinkle to a wet squish as I kept bouncing.

	"Come on sweetie, let's get something in your tummy and then put you down for a nap, too much TV will rot your brain."

	I wish I could've appreciated the irony of that statement as one of the nursery bots picked me up, slipping a finger into my diaper to check me. I couldn't muster anything more than burbling and leaning against the warm fabric of the bot's apron. I was quickly and lovingly changed, both out of my wet diaper into a new one and also out of my pretty outfit into a footed sleeper. I kicked aimlessly, feeling the sleeper's soft, warm fabric both rub against my entire body and firmly hold my thick diaper against me. I was in bliss.

	I was so much in bliss that I didn't even realize that I had been deposited into a crib, and now the bot was gently pushing the nipple of a bottle into my mouth. Not that I could have resisted, after a few healthy swigs my arms inadvertently reached up to grab the bottle and the bot was off, leaving me to my nap. After a few more swigs, I could feel myself empty into my diaper, a huge warmth filled it and I, even now, knew that I had dropped a nuke in my pants. The embarrassment wasn't present though, and I simply felt it shift while I squirmed and nursed the bottle. After I was done, I let the bottle fall from my hands and spent the time before I fell asleep enjoying the warmth that the milk brings.

	I woke up with Melinda reaching under my armpits, presumably up for a change. I couldn't tell if I was groggy from the milk or from just waking up, but regardless, I felt myself get changed without fully realizing it.

	"Aww, sweet girl is still a little tired, huh?" Melinda said as she lifted my limp but clean body off of the changing table. Instead of depositing me on the ground, she put me up on her shoulder and gently bounced me. I shut my eyes and dozed.

	"Has she been good today?" I heard a voice behind me ask.

	"She's gotten into a little bit of trouble, but it wasn't her fault mostly. Roxanne took her for a walk and didn't tell us before snacktime, and she was found wandering the R&D department in the morning, poor little one couldn't find the nursery," Melinda replied.

	I was passed to Evangeline's shoulder, and I could feel her start to bounce me.

	"How did her pull ups hold up?" Evangeline asked, I blushed as her hand gently began to pat my rear.

	"How do you think?" Melinda said, I could hear Evangeline laugh.

	"Alright, stinky girl, let's get you in the car and back home, sounds good?"

	Before I could even muster the strength to nod, I was already strapped snugly in my car seat. As I slipped in and out of sleep, my mind was racing. I couldn't focus, wasn't there something I saw? Something I didn't like? What was it?

	Evangeline broke my attempt at organizing my thoughts by slipping me a pacifier and picking me up out of Lionel. Sucking on my pacifier made me calmer, and replaced my scrambled, disorganized thoughts with something else. Sucking on the pacifier was good, I concluded. Getting carried by Evangeline was.... I thought hard, Good. Right?

	As Evangeline deposited me in a playpen near the kitchen, I mumbled and grunted around my pacifier. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Evangeline replied, "Need to make another poopy?"

	I shook my head and, after intense concentration I managed to take the pacifier in my hands and pull it out. My face screwed up in concentration again as I struggled to think of the right words, so much so that Evangeline reached into the playpen and patted the back of my diaper.

	"At work Roxanne has babies," I managed to get out. Evangeline looked confused.

	"I sure hope she doesn't have a human of her own, she's a secretary bot, she wouldn't be able to care for a child!"

	"No, no!" I immediately said, apparently it was easy to say no but hard to say literally anything else. I struggled, "I asked Roxanne what happened to big humans and she showed me pictures of humans in cribs."

	Evangeline finally understood, "oh, you mean the other line of workers, the ones that looked less babyish, right?"

	I nodded.

	"Oh, sweetie, don't worry about them. They're safe and happy! Now let's get some food in your precious little tummy!" Evangeline continued. I frowned, but I couldn't really do anything as she picked me up. I wasn't even given a spoon this time, instead, she just opened up the jar of mush and began to spoon it in my mouth. Since I was still a little groggy, it was hard to react and grab the spoon in my mouth as Evangeline pushed it towards me, so I got plenty of food on my bib and mouth. Evangeline just laughed.

	After an invasive face wipe, my bib was taken off and Evangeline began pushing a bottle towards my face. I refused.

	"Come on baby, growing little girls need their milk!" I laughed internally at the irony.

	"No!" I responded. I could feel myself coming back to now. Evangeline frowned.

	"Okay sweetie, I think it's time for bed," Evangeline declared, picking me up from the high chair.

	"No!" I responded, but she didn't answer. Instead, we came into my room.

	My room was completely changed in to a nursery. My bed was changed into a crib with a mobile, and the space all around was filled with a playpen, toy boxes, and a massive changing table full of diapers.

	I began to struggle, but Evangeline was gentle and firm, placing me in the crib and raising the bars. She turned right before she was about to leave and turned on a small lullaby machine near the doorway.

	"I thought you understood, but I guess you don't. I love you Kara, this is for your own good."

	I tried to respond, but she was already shutting the door, and as she did it, the lights shut off. I couldn't do anything else but sit and listen to the nursery rhyme play. I had an inkling as to what was going to happen, and before long I had my toes in my mouth and I was rocking back and forth as drool began to pour down my chin.

	The next morning I woke up to sun streaming into my room from my window, Evangeline picking out clothes for me from my closet, and my diaper soaking wet and cold under me. Without saying anything, Evangeline planted a big kiss on my forehead as soon as I stood up in the crib and then picked me up for a change.

	I could tell I felt different, but I couldn't tell whether that was because of the nursery rhymes last night or that everything around me was starting to feel... normal. Everything that I was doing now was completely foreign to me not more than a week ago, from diaper changes, drinking from bottles, to sleeping in a crib. I didn't even blink as Evangeline picked me up and lead me to the rocking chair in the corner. Instead, I dutifully suckled, and the warmth came back. I began to gurgle, chirp, and whine as Evangeline's huge face smiled down at me. I could feel her massive arm supporting my back as I nestled against her. She used her other hand to gently stroke my hair. After my feeding, she snapped me up into a onesie and put a pacifier in my mouth. I took a few tentative steps and then fell on my rear, so, laughing gently, she picked me up and carried me out of my bedroom.

	There was very little I could do, Evangeline had me literally right in the palm of her hands, and for the most part, I was okay with that. Her chest was close, warm, and when she set me down on a soft mat in the living room, I burbled in satisfaction. "Such a sweet girl," she cooed, staring down at me.