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02-02-2009
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Resident Hockey Nut
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The Downfall and Rebirth (Melissa)
Here it is, finally complete. Enjoy!
 Chapter 1 Reflections Part I She was depressed. All her life she had suffered banishment, discrimination, and mockery, and she had sought to end it all. That afternoon, she planned to go into her room and run a kitchen knife through her heart. It would be a painful death. A sad end to a painful life. She was not depressed for unimportant reasons, according to herself, but because she would never be able to lead a 'normal' life. She was born into a home with money, but no real love. Only when she was very young, too young to understand, did she remember any real happiness in her life. Her parents had soon become preoccupied with material goods and forgotten to love her, their eldest daughter. Her father was often away on business, and never grew very affectionate toward her. Her mother had become lonely from the lack of her husband when she was a young girl, and had taken to heavy drinking, which quickly led to neglect. Searching for love in her early years, she had found little. Even though she was a mere four-year-old, she could remember her mother and father fighting. The stress in her early life had damaged her psyche for good, exposing her to more trauma, however little, than any of her fellow preschoolers. Whenever she was at the preschool, she would often sit alone when she had a chance. No one else wanted to hang out with her, who always acted so sullen, and she had her... problems. Although she would not once admit it, she envied the other preschoolers secretly, with an envy so dark and evil it would often drive her to tears. She would envy them for their joy, their carefree happiness. She would often wish to be innocent and perpetually glad like these children. This is what would lead her to cause herself these problems. December 1993 Melissa was a pretty girl, with long, straight black hair, beautiful green eyes which always seemed to be sad, and pale skin. She was short, not incredibly so but a bit shorter than the rest of her classmates throughout her years. Although she was a sad girl throughout most of her childhood years, you would not know unless you got to know her. Although she was occasionally thought to be a morose person, she tried not to be. It was her classmates who would drive her down and make her feel worthless. When she was about four years old, she was already depressed because of her parents' constant bickering. This lead her to not care about things like growing up, for Melissa wanted to feel young and carefree like she was when she was a baby. She still participated in learning activities in preschool, but she gave up completely on the desire to be a "big girl". In other words, she began to steal back her old plush animals such as Jemima the Duck, George the Turtle, and Wally the Cat from her little sister, Rachel. Melissa also had begun to go to the bathroom in her pants. Her mother had not cared much about the dolls, but the accidents had been getting to her. She first tried to scare Melissa into using the bathroom, swearing at her. She would curse at the poor girl until she cried, shouting heartless things such as, "YOU ARE A F*CKING BIG GIRL NOW! NO MORE MOTHERF*CKING SH*TTING OR PISSING YOURSELF!" One time, when Melissa was enduring a particularly violent bout of cursing, she had diarrhea in her panties on the spot. Her mother heard the nasty slime go into her daughter's underwear, and she told Melissa to "pull her f*cking skirt and underwear off". Melissa did not know what to do, so she obliged. Her mother took the disgusting underwear and smeared them into her daughter's face, and left. Melissa cried all night long, and had had nightmares about the incident all her life. She laid in her twin bed, crying about the cruelty humanity was capable of possessing. When she finally fell asleep, Melissa had nightmares and woke up in a bed soaked from her own pee. She decided at a later age that her mother must have drunk heavily that day. The next morning, her mother had become more sober, and had decided that what she did was abusive and gave Melissa a (seemingly) sincere apology. Then, she told Melissa that she was sorry, but that because of her accidents Melissa would have to be put back in diapers. The mother had felt slightly sad, but mostly indifferent to putting her daughter back in something that mostly babies and elderly people wear. Melissa noticed two humongous bags of Pampers diapers sitting on the dining room table, each holding 140 Size 5 diapers. Melissa and Rachel shared a room, so after Melissa was done eating, she was taken to her room and put into a diaper. The four-year-old was carried by her mother up the long flight of stairs in their large suburban house, with the bags of Pampers in one hand and herself in the other. She was laid onto the changing table, where her still-dry jeans were slid off gently and placed next to her. Then, her panties were slid off but, instead of being placed next to her, they were thrown in the garbage. Melissa began to ask why, and her mother said, before Melissa could even finish asking the question, "Melissa, honey, it's OK that you are having trouble controlling yourself. It's... fine that you'll wear diapers now. I don't care." Although it was said with an indifferent air, it was the single most loving thing the little Melissa had ever heard her mother say. So then, she accepted herself as a diaper wearer. Although her feelings about diapers would change primarily twice in her life, for now she was content with her Pampers. As her mother applied baby powder along her backside, she felt a wave of comfort she had not felt in the same way in an infinitely long time. As she brought up the size 5 Pamper and did up the tapes, Melissa felt warm and secure, and wanted to never leave the diaper, at least not until she needed to be changed! At the time, Melissa loved her diaper. Her mother, to her delight, let her walk around the house in her pink t-shirt that read "Cute" and her Baby-Dry diapers with the colorful bear designs and Pampers 5 written on them. Melissa ran around outside with this same attire and around her playroom and living room all day long, except when she was eating her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, juice, and Goldfish crackers, or having her diaper changed. She felt the best joy she had in years. Her opinion on her diapers would only change when she had reached kindergarten. - Chapter 2 A Cynical Outlook August 1997 Melissa was five now, and would turn six in September. She had been in diapers around the clock ever since she was put back into them, and although she originally used them intentionally for a sense of security and innocence, she now used them out of necessity; she had lost all control of her bladder and bowel muscles. During this period, although Melissa's mother still drank often and her father was still often away on business, she was happier in this time than when she had worn underwear. Her mother did not care about Melissa being incontinent, as she was wealthy from her husband's job and could very easily pay for diapers. Melissa, of course, was still happy with wearing them. Although she had plush animals and wore diapers, she was still smart enough to go to kindergarten, which is where Melissa would go in a few days. She was excited about going to kindergarten, and would continually ask her mother questions about it, many of which her mother would respond to by saying, "Melissa, I don't f*cking know. I don't remember!" Before she knew it, it was the night before her first day, which she eagerly anticipated, and as she was having her diaper changed into a fresh one, she thought about how the other children would treat her. In preschool, they had been mean to her, but Melissa intended to act "cool" to, possibly, get people to like her. She told herself that tomorrow was going to be fun, got in her bed, and promptly fell asleep. By the time Melissa had woken up, she had had a violent bout of messing in her sleep, and had wet rather heavily as well. However, her mother was in no mood to take the time to change her, because she had overslept. If the two did not hurry, Melissa would be late to her first day of kindergarten. Melissa took off her pajamas and proceeded to put on a baby-blue blouse and a white skirt. As she hurried to their oversized car, she heard the diaper rustle and crinkle beneath the skirt. She realized that if she looked, she could see it through her skirt! The diaper had seen better days, it looked filled as much as it could be. But Melissa's Pampers had never leaked before, so why should they now? Before she realized, she had arrived at the school. It was fairly well kept, and appeared to be clean. She was taken into the room by her mother, who left without giving Melissa a hug. After she sat down, her teacher, Mrs. Horse, soon began telling the students the activities which they would do together. This took a while, and Melissa noticed that she had once again filled her diaper. A few of the other children noticed the horrid smell, and gravitated away from her. Her teacher finished babbling, and assigned the children groups in which they would stay with throughout the day to do their activities with. Luckily for her, Melissa had free-play first. She went around, carrying a Barbie doll from a toy chest and introducing herself to the boys and girls. She had made friends already with two boys, Ivan and Conor, whom she would know for a very long time. She had also talked to some of the girls, and had even made plans to go to a movie that Saturday. She sat down and played Candy Land with her new friends, which she won. All was going well for Melissa at the moment. However, that would change that afternoon. Melissa was playing with the Barbie doll when her teacher came up to her and pulled on the back of her pants without her permission and saw that the poop had been sliding out the top of her Pamper. It had created a disgusting mess on her back, which stuck to her shirt and skirt. When the teacher gave away her position by gagging, Melissa noticed what was going on. She shouted, "No!" and ran to play with some of her friends. She said hi, and immediately squatted down next to them. Then, as if on cue, Mrs. Horse scooped her up (and making more of Melissa's diaper's contents ooze out onto her formerly immaculately white skirt. She took the struggling Melissa into the corner of the room, where a battered Koala Bear Kare changing station was attached to the wall. Melissa's shirt and skirt, both of which stained heavily, had to be taken off because they were unsanitary. Mrs. Horse then got a diaper from one of several packages that belonged to the school. It was the same as the ones at her house. She was enjoying the diaper change. Although she did not quite understand, the diaper change stimulated her, with the hand wiping her buttocks, cleaning her, applying a liberal amount of baby powder, and strapping on a new large diaper. "The shirt I can wash, but you really got that skirt messy... your mom will have to wash that. Wait here," she told Melissa. Before she had time to respond, she was gone with Melissa's clothes. When Mrs. Horse returned, she put Melissa's shirt on her, and let her get up. Her pants were in a plastic bag. Melissa herself did not think much of it, she went around in a shirt and diapers almost ever day at home, she liked them and was proud of them, and her mother did not care. However, most of the other kids did not. Almost everyone laughed at her when she got up. She looked pretty silly, with her thick, tall Pamper riding up over her shirt, and her sneakers still on. Her old diaper had sat on the table during the change, it was obviously hers, she had really blasted it. Unbeknownst to her, the whole class had watched her diaper change. She was made fun of by everyone but the few friends she had made, who were still nice to her. The others were cruel to her, shouting "DIAPER!" at her many times, pointing and telling the world that Melissa wears diapers, like a baby. Melissa began to lose her liking of her diapers because of the cruelty and mockery of her friends. She felt so sad, lonely, and helpless when Ivan, Conor, or any of her girlfriends were not there. Girls and boys would torture poor Melissa, calling her a baby, among other things, and making her cry. They would point and laugh as her diapers came off during a change. One day, a particularly cruel boy took one of her over-filled, diarrhea-plauged Pampers from the garbage can, and when Mrs. Horse had left the room, sneaked up behind Melissa and rubbed it in her beautiful black hair, which was in pigtails. She cried her hardest and tried to run away from the school. She had succeeded in in making it out the front door when Mrs. Horse called after her. The mass of diarrhea still dripping from the tormented girl's hair, she fell on her stomach, crying her eyes out even more, pounding the ground with a fist shaking from the torment of extreme humiliation. Mrs. Horse told Melissa it was okay, and took her to get washed up. The long-haired girl made no comment but the hot tears of shame. Her beautiful hair was in bad repair, but her spirit was even worse. - Chapter 3 As Life Goes On... September 2000 Time rolled on for Melissa as she went through grade school. The rest of her kindergarten year did not change much, she endured the bullying and jeers of her classmates. Her incontinence did not make any improvements, she continued to wear her Pampers. By this time, size 6 had made its debut, and she had been using it ever since it had been small enough for her. Melissa was a small girl, short with a petite frame. She was attractive, but sadly her schoolmates did not acknowledge her beauty or kindness, only her diapers. Now, Melissa was in third grade, and instead of her teachers publicly changing her in breaks, Melissa had to walk with a pass to the nurse's office, where her diapers would be changed. There were four large bags of Pampers size 6 diapers in a cabinet, each with her name written on the green plastic of the bag with a black Sharpie. When her diapers would get low on supply, she would bring more in from home. She hated the duty of bringing in diapers to the office, so she usually used a large, black Hollister bag to carry in her bags of baby diapers. She was attending a new school where almost all of the children were unaware of her problems, because her old school only went from kindergarten to second grade. Thankfully, the few boys and girls who did know were all on good terms with her, and had promised not to tell. Melissa's diapers had not yet been discovered by her classmates. She had managed to keep it a secret, and sooner or later when she noticed how dirty or wet she was, she would often ask her teacher for a pass. Sometimes, her teacher would have to ask, and if she suspected Melissa to be lying, which she did sometimes, she would be checked by her teacher and sent to the office to be changed. Thankfully, nobody noticed. Melissa had become popular, and even sat at the "cool" table at lunch. Without her diapers being know about by everyone, she had had a great start to third grade. She made pretty good grades, and had made friends with some new girls. Sadly, she began to neglect her old friends. Without the class knowing her secret, she thought, why should she keep them around anyway? The closest ones were boys, anyway. One day, as Melissa ate her peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, she noticed a young girl coming in who obviously had a type of disorder, possibly autism. The girl appeared to be about four or five, and was in a wheelchair. One thing Melissa noticed at once, however, was that this girl was a fellow diaper wearer. Although Melissa secretly liked her diapers, this child almost definitely didn't like them, or didn't care, Melissa thought. One of the girls at the cool table, Sarah, said, "Hey, look at that thing!" Melissa felt offended that someone would say such a horrible thing, but kept her mouth shut, lest she suffer persecution. One of the other girls also noticed that the girl wore diapers, and made a nasty joke about it. Melissa felt guilty, embarrassed, and hypocritical, but she laughed at an onslaught of diaper jokes coming from the other girls. After all, she thought, why would it affect her when she was the only one who knew who at the table still wore diapers? One day, however, karma would take its bitter revenge on the already blighted Melissa. One day, Melissa invited the "coolest" of them all, Sarah, to come see a movie. with her and her mother at the theater. She seemed happy to come. To Melissa's dismay, Rachel had to come. During the movie, diaper jokes had been made, and one time, Rachel made a comment on it, mentioning that the character wore diapers like her. Although Rachel was a first grader and wore diapers at night for bedwetting, she thought it was cute and funny. "Shut up, Rachel!" was her curt response. "What? Eww! Really?" said Sarah. "No! Just some stupid kid joke." The movie went on, and finally came to an end. They walked out, talking about the movie. Melissa's mother shouted for her to "get over here", pointing to the bathroom. "I think she wants to talk to me... in private," she told Sarah. She went into the bathroom. Her mother pointed to the changing table. Even after pleading, Melissa was unable to persuade her mother to let her poopy diaper be until Sarah was dropped back at her house. Her mother took out another size 6 diaper from her diaper bag, as well as the wipes and powder. The third grader's skirt came down, and her mother ripped off the filled Pamper. Melissa was aroused, slightly, secretly, as her skin was wiped and powder applied. People looked at Melissa as her diaper was being changed, but one evil eye from the alcoholic mother and they went along with their business. Without her noticing at first, Sarah was watching the whole time. The most embarrassing thing: Melissa's babyish giggle as she was being wiped. On the ride home, Sarah made little conversation. When Melissa noticed Sarah was keeping her distance on the other side of their car, she began to suspect she had been seen. However, she put little thought into it and decided that the outing had been pleasant overall. The next day at school went on as usual at first. Before lunch, Melissa got a pass and went to get her diaper changed. She walked to the lunchroom and went to sit down with the other popular girls. But instead of the normally happy greeting she got, Melissa received a particularly nasty greeting from Sarah, their "leader". "Get out, Melissa! You can't sit here any more." "What? Why?" "We don't wanna hang out with a BABY who still POOPS AND PEES IN DIAPERS!" The girls erupted in laughter. Melissa was shocked at the malicious hate and mockery in her friend's voice. She thought that they loved each other as great friends. She had no response. "What? No... I don't wear d-diapers!" Melissa said, beginning to cry. She felt terrible, like nobody cared or loved her. All she wanted was the warm hands of love, someone to hold tight and kiss and be one with. But she had not this desire. "Ha! Yeah, right, baby britches! You're probably sh*tting them right now! HAHAHAHAHA!" The girls laughed again, each breath of air coming from them stinging the now bawling Melissa like a hornet. She thought that they cared about her, that she was one of them. Now, as she stood in her cute attire, with her jewelry, blouse, and jeans, and her beautiful, silky black hair in a ponytail, and her Pampers, she thought about how hollow her relationship with the girls had really been. They never had any real bonding moments, it was all about being cool and popular. She now felt bad for Ivan, Conor, her old friends, all of whom she had forsaken, but just as much the disabled girl she had laughed at. Although she did not mean what she said, by condoning it she was as guilty as the girls who actually started it. She would remember this day as she studied the Holocaust in later years; although the Holocaust was much more severe, many things were similar, because this hate failed to be extinguished, it would consume some of those who might have been able to stop it, as well as those who couldn't do anything. Melissa felt depressed. - Chapter 4 The Downfall The girls jeered at Melissa. She continued to cry, and eventually sat down at another table. She was furious at her diaper; although it kept her dry and, although she would never admit it, made her happy, she blamed it for the reason she had been teased all these years. She went into the bathroom, still crying. Facing the mirror, Melissa reached up her skirt, grabbed her wet Pamper, and furiously ripped it off and threw it in the trash. She stood there, feeling naked without her warm diaper. She walked out of the room, and went up to the girls. She did not care that they called "DIAPER FACE!" after her, now she would not wear the diapers again. She finished her lunch and exited the building for recess. Melissa did not understand her incontinence, she thought she could stop subconsciously wetting and messing her pants. It went well for several minutes, and then it happened. Melissa's bowels let loose a rapid bout of diarrhea, followed by a trickle of pee, onto the ground. Then, the girls and boys erupted once more in laughter. She cried and hid in the bushes for shelter, but she found little, as she could still hear the children. She went home that day, as her jeans were ruined, to a mother cursing her for taking her diaper off. She told Melissa that she would never be normal, so she might as well get used to it. This also hurt Melissa. She hated her incontinence, but there was nothing she could do. Her mother didn't mind changing diapers, but would never toilet-train her. So Melissa went to her room, and sat there wearing nothing but her size 6 Baby-Dry Pampers. She played with her dolls and thought about school. Her old friends might welcome her back. Then Melissa thought about herself. She also thought that she hated not her diapers, in fact she kind of... liked them; but she hated herself. What kind of girl would like to wear diapers? She got older. Over the years, she grew closer to her true friends, who also transitioned to a different middle school which few of the mean girls went to. Melissa formed a close relationship with Conor. He had become her close friend, in which she could confide almost anything. Anything except her liking of what hat caused her all this trouble: her protective Pampers, which were not as big on her now, but still fit. Ivan was close to her as well, but there were two key differences with her relationships with the boys. She was a closer friend to Conor, but she had a crush on Ivan. She would not tell this to anyone, either. She thought that although he was her friend, why would someone as good-looking, smart, athletic, and friendly as Ivan want someone as pathetic as a middle-school girl, however pretty, that still wore diapers? Her desire caused Melissa anxiety, which led to depression. Why couldn't she be normal? Why couldn't she have loving parents who nurtured her and made her a happy girl? May 2006 Melissa had grown. She was finally in eighth grade, and her graduation was getting closer. She was anxious about what her future would hold, what her grades would be, the graduation ceremony, what she would wear to the dance afterward, who she would dance with... the list went on forever. The girl still wore Pampers Baby-Dry diapers, size 6. She was petite, and the diapers were a little tight, but stretched enough to fit. She considered that after she graduated, she would have to switch to a more suitable youth diaper. Her mother originally protested, because Pampers were cheap, but she decided that she "didn't want your sh*t all over the clothes I buy you", and that she would buy Melissa Tranquility youth diapers, which were sold nearby, for her after she graduated. But now, her main concern was having a good graduation. She walked to class one period with a soiled Pamper. She asked the teacher for a hall pass, which she took to the nurse to be changed. As she got there, she said hello and hopped on the bed. The protective plastic blanket was slid under her, and she removed her pants for the nurse. She was wiped, powdered, and re-diapered briskly and professionally, but it still aroused Melissa. She thought of a question, and asked it. "Are there any other kids here that wear diapers?" "I can't tell you, that would be a breach of confidentiality. Sorry Melissa." She was disappointed but, after considering, was not too surprised. Did she really expect someone else to be such a baby, and still pee and poop in their pants? No. No one else was that lame. The graduation ceremony was about to happen. Melissa was changed into a new diaper, and after she was changed, she put on her bra and a beautiful white dress her mother had bought for her, after much begging. She then put on beautiful diamond earrings and a matching necklace, and makeup. Her outfit was glamorous, and so was she. Melissa was excited. She wished herself luck and got in the car. Upon arrival, she was greeted and told where to sit. She was next to Ivan. "You look wonderful," he said. "Thanks, you look nice too!" Melissa blushed. The comment had made her happier than Ivan could have guessed. The ceremony was nice, except for the fact that no family was there to watch Melissa receive her diploma. Afterward, there was a Chik-Fil-A dinner. Although it was tasty, Melissa wasn't hungry, and barely had any candy or nuggets from the tray. She noticed her Pamper was already used! Her diapers had lasted longer in the past, anyway. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized the dance was about to start. She went into the gym and listen to the fast music. Hours passed, and her nervousness grew steadily. Finally, the final song- a slow one- came on. Nervously, she asked Ivan to dance. He seemed happy to. Together they moved, they were one. Melissa had never been close to any man, or even a father figure. He was good enough for her! It was bliss for Melissa. She wanted to be nowhere but in his arms, forever and ever. Then came a sound of laughter, but not from him. People were laughing and making "Eww!" noises. Then, Melissa noticed. She had been trickling pee down her legs, onto her skirt, her high-heeled shoes, and the gym floor. Then, as if on cue, the diaper tapes snapped from the pressure of her waste and the flood of pee escaped from her body and the diaper, which had also been pooped in, fell to the floor. She was devastated. She ran, bawling like she did so many years ago when her mother had smeared her own feces in her face. She did not wait for Ivan, the one she loved, to say anything, she just fled. Crying, the tortured girl ran all the way home, still peeing. She opened the door, still crying. Her mother was in the kitchen, watching her. Melissa looked up, and saw her furious mother. "WHAT THE F*CK HAPPENED?!" The sobbing Melissa explained the whole thing. Her mother appeared calm for a moment, then went berserk. She grabbed a rolling pin and started to beat her daughter. "YOU F*CKING RUINED YOUR F*CKING CLOTHES! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF YOUR FATHER'S F*CKING MONEY I F*CKING SPENT ON THAT DRESS, JUST SO YOU CAN RUIN IT?!" The swearing continued. Melissa was bleeding, her face was bruised all over, and so was her back. Her mother seemed intent on literally killing her; although Melissa's blood was beginning to puddle on the floor, she was not relenting. Then, Melissa realized this, and began to fight her mother. She grabbed one of the wine bottles from which her mother had been drinking, and after struggling, managed to land a solid blow right on her mother's head. Her mother fell to the floor. She was not killed, only knocked out. But then, Melissa decided she had had enough. She was depressed. All her life she had suffered banishment, discrimination, and mockery, and she had sought to end it all. She planned to go into her room and run a kitchen knife through her heart. It would be a painful death. A sad end to a painful life. - Chapter 5 Reflections Part 2 She stood there, still holding the shattered bottle. She didn't move. Then, she decided to get it over with. Melissa placed the bottle on the ground, and went to get a large cooking knife. After she did, she went to her room. As she walked up the stairs, she looked at the pictures of Rachel and herself. There were many pictures from when they were babies and toddlers. Melissa looked at one of herself in a Graco pram, wearing a pink shirt with a red heart and a small Pampers diaper. She sobbed, remembering how happy she was. She looked at one featuring herself playing with Rachel, who was an infant. Both girls were wearing diapers. Last of all, she saw a picture of herself on the day she became a real diaper girl. She was wearing the pink shirt that said "Cute", with a sagging Pampers diaper. Her face was the happiest it had ever been, for that one day of acceptance. She sobbed, as she remembered the age of innocence, when diapers were just fun, not a burden that made her peers look down on her. She wished she could be a baby again. Melissa did not know this, but deep within her, she had feelings that could have defined her as a teen baby and diaper lover. She would not find this out until later. Whenever she got erotic feelings from sitting in a used diaper or being changed by her mother or the smart-aleck nurse, she enjoyed them briefly and moved on, hardly acknowledging them. Whenever she got an urge to regress or to act like a baby, she paid little thought to it and moved on with life. Melissa reached the top of the stairs, she opened her door and entered her bedroom. Her changing mat lay abandoned on the floor, with a large bag of Pampers sitting next to it. She looked at the bunk bed in which she and Rachel slept, thinking about her little sister as she looked at the Disney merchandise that crowded the lower bunk. What did she do to deserve the loss of a big sister? Sure, she made fun of Melissa about her incontinence during the occasional argument or fight, which she had no call to do as she wore Pampers from Meissa's bags to bed for bedwetting. But the two girls really loved each other. Melissa put down the knife, momentarily. The two shared a special bond that was strengthened by all they had been through, diaper-related or not. In fact, the fact that they both wore the same diapers to bed even helped to strengthen their bond as sisters. Melissa looked at a pair of photographs of them together. They were stored in a silver frame, with heart-shaped holes for the pictures to be put on display. One showed the two girls riding a Disney World roller coaster. They were in the front car, at the time going quickly down a drop. Their hair was going back, blocking the people behind them from the camera view. Melissa's face was of horror, and Rachel was laughing. They had a great time at Disney. The other picture was of the two together, hugging in front of a tree in the back yard. If there was a reason not to give up, it was her sister. But she had taken enough. Melissa stared at her room. She decided to write a note to her little sister, to let her know that she still loved her. She wrote, "Rachel- I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore. My diapers came off at the dance, and Mom beat me up. I had to hit her with a wine bottle. I'm so sick of all that has happened, and I can't go on. I love you very much, Rachel -Melissa". She cried as she signed her name. She picked up the knife, deciding she would do the deed before she changed her mind. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "GOODBYE!" and extended the knife to stab herself. Her heart was pounding and she was sweating. Right as she was about to do it, she heard glass break downstairs. She didn't quite want to, but she stopped anyway when she heard a shout of "NO!" after the breaking glass. Melissa held the knife and walked down the stairs. Ivan was standing in the middle of her living room. - Part 2 Chapter 6 Ivan Ivan was waiting in the auditorium for the graduation ceremony to start. He was anxious as to what might happen, although he did not expect anything bad. He noticed Melissa was coming down the row of chairs toward him. He was happy she had been told to sit there. "You look wonderful," he said. "Thanks, you too! Melissa blushed. She seemed to have been made happy by the comment, but who could really tell with Melissa, anyway? He had known her since kindergarten, and they had been friends all the time. He would not admit it, but he had a crush on her. He knew, unlike most of the other students, that Melissa had some sort of incontinence issue, or at least she did at one point. That didn't matter to him. He would never admit this either, but Ivan actually had a strange liking for diapers. He was daydreaming about this when the ceremony started. After the ceremony, he went and ate from the Chik-Fil-A nugget and candy trays. Ivan was slightly nervous, but he was hungry, as well. He noticed that Melissa was standing in the corner of the room, not talking to anyone. She looked quite nervous, and kept tugging at her marvelous dress. Before he knew it, the class was being shepherded into the gym for the dance. It started out enjoyably enough. The dancing and socializing with his friends kept him occupied and he had a good time. Soon, a slow song, the last one, came on. A nervous Melissa approached him and asked him to dance. This made him happier than Melissa could have imagined! She was a good dancer, as well. Being a petite girl, she might have looked silly next to Ivan, who stood about five feet and eight inches tall. It was bliss for him. He wanted nothing but to hold Melissa in his arms, forever and ever. Then came a sound of laughter, but not from her. People were laughing and making "Eww!" noises. He looked down, and there was a nasty, soiled diaper under Melissa. She appeared to be peeing on herself at that moment. While people were laughing at Melissa, she cried and ran away, ashamed. Ivan felt horrible for her. "Wait!" he called, but she had left the building. Ivan knew Melissa must be running home. He wanted to make her feel better, to make her know that he still loved her. Unfortunately, Ivan got lost trying to find Melissa's house! In the maze of suburban streets, he took about three wrong turns before he found his way. He had seen Melissa's house once before. As he approached the door, he heard a shrill scream of "GOODBYE!" come from the house. He knew he needed to act fast. There was a brick on the porch, which he lunged at the bay window. It shattered, and Ivan climbed through. "NO!" he shouted, to stop Melissa from harming herself. He did not know the severity of the situation, but with a shout of 'goodbye' he wanted to err on the side of Melissa's safety. Sobbing, she exited the room. She was a mess. Melissa was bleeding and bruised, and her bodily waste was caked on the formerly immaculate dress. In her hand she held a long cooking knife as she walked down the stairs. "I...I...Ivan?" Melissa asked incredulously. "I'm here," he said softly. She ran down the stairs to see him, still holding the knife. She burst into tears as they embraced. After a long pause together, she began to talk again. "You probably hate me now," she sobbed. "No, I came to see if you were alright," Ivan responded, knowing that he got there just in time. Melissa still had the knife. He had to calm her down. "Were you really going to kill yourself?" This caused her to cry again. "Y...y...yes, everyone's going to torment me!" "No they won't. And you'll have me... anytime you need me. ...Melissa, you need to give me the knife." Reluctantly she did. They began to talk again. - Chapter 7 The Rebirth "Melissa, can I ask you a question or two? Nothing serious, but..." Ivan trailed off. She hesitated. "Sure." "How long have you worn diapers?" "Pretty much all my life." "Is there any story behind it?" "Well... yeah, there is. But for me to tell you, you have to promise not to hate me." "Of course, I would never hate you," Ivan sincerely said. Melissa took a deep breath. "When I was a little girl and my sister was a baby, I was never happy and innocent like all the other kids my age. I wanted nothing more than to be happy and carefree like the other kids. Because my parents fought all the time, I wanted to be a... baby... again, because that's the only time I could ever remember being happy. So, without really thinking about it, I stole back my old stuffed animals which had gone to Rachel, and played with them. I also had accidents on myself. My mom got really mad at me one time and... and..." She began to cry out of the horror which came from remembering that incident. "And she took the shit out of my pants and threw it in my face. Then she threw me in my room," she sobbed. Ivan comforted her, and she continued. "The next day, there were diapers on the table. My mom apologized and said that because of my accidents, I would have to be put back in diapers. I... I..." Melissa trailed off again. "I'm sorry," Ivan said softly. "No, no, it's not that. I just remembered that day and how I was... so happy. So innocent again... I loved it." Melissa cried even harder now. "I know, I know, it's disgusting! You'll never like me again! UGH!" She ran away, then came back, disgraced, a minute later. "It's OK, you were young and did not know any better. I wish you never had to go through that." Ivan said. Melissa smiled, still sobbing. Ivan's heart was working overtime! Could Melissa have said what she just said? Could his wildest dream be true? After a long silence, Ivan forced out the words that he had always wanted to ask someone. "Do you know what a TB is?" "Huh? "Never mind," Ivan said, all too quickly. He had blown it. If Melissa ever decided to look it up, he would be hosed. Melissa would think he was a pervert and only loved her for her incontinence. Ivan shuddered as he envisioned it. "No, what is it?" Melissa asked again. "It's... Tuberculosis. Tampa Bay. I don't know!" Ivan tried to laugh it off. Melissa was unconvinced. After a long, peaceful silence, Melissa started to cry again. "What's wrong?" Ivan asked. He didn't need to. It was obvious. After her diaper had fallen off, Melissa had never put on another one. Her pee was streaming down her legs onto the ground, where it formed a small puddle. "It's alright. Do you want to go change?" asked Ivan. "I never learned how to. My mom always changed my diaper!" "If you don't want to, that's fine, but would you like me to change you? I mean, I know it's awkward, but I just think it would be better than going without diapers." Melissa paused, thought, and then smiled. "That would be great." Ivan's heart skipped another beat! He couldn't believe his own ears! He was going to change the diaper of a girl he had known since kindergarten, and loved more with each day! Melissa led him up to her room, where the changing mat lay on the floor. Two full 120-pack bags of Pampers Size 6 Stretch Baby-Dry, and one partially used package, lay on the side of the room. Other than Ivan and Conor, Melissa had no friends close enough to come to her house. Despite being beautiful, she was only thought of as "that diaper girl". Thus, she had no reason to hide her diapers. Ivan took one, and Melissa took off her dress and put it down. Ivan was shocked, but he knew that he had agreed to it, so he approached it in a businesslike manner. Needless to say, he did get a bit of guilty pleasure looking briefly at her body, nude except for a bra caressing her small breasts. She lied down on the mat and, surprisingly, giggled and kicked her legs like a baby! Ivan was in heaven! He did not want to show her how much this turned him on, so he got a diaper very professionally and brought it to her. He thought to himself... what a wild day it had been! And, it just seemed to be getting better! "No!" Melissa shouted at him. "You hafta get the powder!" Ivan realized that she was playing with him. She was enjoying herself. So, he returned with baby powder. Although he was an infantilist, Ivan had never had diapers. Still, though, he knew how to diaper a baby. Even fourteen year old Baby Melissa! He took a baby wipe from the tub and cleaned her, gently wiping away the poop that was still on from the diaper that had started it all. He filled his had with baby powder, and wiped it in Melissa's creases and around her vagina. Ivan felt a bit unholy doing this, he believed in abstaining from sex, but at the same time he loved it. Melissa giggled again. Then, Ivan picked up Melissa's kicking legs and slid the diaper underneath her. He pulled the diaper over her vagina and taped it up. Perfect! "Yow' a good diapy changer!" Melissa said in baby talk. They went downstairs, talking about everything from school, to parents, to morals, to sports. Then, Melissa asked Ivan the same question once more. "So Ivan... what's a TB?" Ivan decided he must tell Melissa. "Well, if I tell you, you have to promise to not hate me, whatever I say." "Of course, I would never hate you," Melissa said sincerely, just like Ivan had done for her. "Do you have a computer here?" "Yeah, right over here," said Melissa, leading Ivan to the computer. Ivan went online and put a link to Understanding Infantilism into the URL bar. "You can see for yourself, I have to go to the bathroom," he lied. Ivan could simply not tell Melissa face to face. Upon Ivan's return, Melissa looked at him. For a while there was an awkward silence. Then, Melissa said, "Tampa Bay, huh?" Ivan was mortified! He had ruined the whole thing! But as he looked up, he saw that Melissa was laughing. He asked why. "I'm laughing because I've had so many of those feelings about diapers and acting like a baby my whole life- and I never even knew it!" "Really?" "Yes!" The two embraced. They would love each other, as friends, boyfriend and girlfriend, and as fellow TB/DLs forever! Neither Ivan nor Melissa had ever been happier. Not once. The End - For the Happy Ending, read below. For the Original Ending, click "Show". Epilogue Melissa and Rachel were removed from their home by Child Protective Services and placed in the care of their aunt, who loved them dearly. Ivan and Melissa intended to get married as soon as they graduated from college. They completed their high school years together, but went to different colleges. Ivan was drafted into the military soon after graduating, when they were about to get married. Upon his return three years later, the two were wed. They both lived to old age. Last edited by Kovalchuk; 03-02-2009 at 09:57 PM. |
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I Think He Was Asking What The Draft Was?
If So: Years Back, During A War, You'd Get "Drafted" Into The Army, Etc. And You Wouldn't Have A Say In The Matter, You'd Get A Letter, Then You'd Have The Army Coming To Fetch You, Some People Tried Dodging The Draft, "Draft Dodgers" They Were Known As, This Was Made Illegal, So If You Dodged The Draft, You'd Be Arrested, And Then Usually End Up In The Army Anyway, So Really, You Didn't Have A Choice In The Matter. Thats My Opinion + What Little I Know, So Yeah, Not Going To Be EXACTLY Accurate, But There You Go. |
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