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The Surrogate Baby (Story Complete 7-23-2012)
« on: November 29, 2010, 08:05:14 pm »

I usually write on the DL side.  This is my first AB story.  It starts off a little dark and there is no diaper content until chapter three.  I posted the first three chapters here.  As always, feedback is appreciated.

The Surrogate Baby

by Write And Left

Chapter One: My New Car

“Beth, we bought you that car so you can get away from Peter and come home,” my mother said over the phone.  It was a pre-paid phone, the phone that Mother bought for me when she came to visit last week and saw how Peter treated me.  I still think she overreacted to my two black eyes.  It was my fault.  Peter had found dust on the top of the refrigerator.

“I can’t today,” I said.  “It’s only Thursday.  Laundry day isn’t until Tuesday and I have nothing to wear.”

“Your father and I don’t care what you wear,” my mother said.  “Just throw something on.”

I thought of the heavy padlock Peter had put on my bedroom closet.  I couldn’t get to my clothes or my shoes.  Even the clothes my dressers were locked away from me.  Only the drawer with my negligees was unlocked.  Peter didn’t permit me clothing while he wasn’t around.  I did have a pair of my jeans and a t-shirt in the dirty clothes basket, but that too was locked in the closet.  I would not have access to it until Tuesday when I was to wash Peter’s and my clothes.

“He locks the closet doors.  I got to wait until Tuesday if I want to wear something besides lingerie on my great escape, Mother.”

“He has you running around the house in your underwear?”  Mother’s tone was angry.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.  “I’ll be home on Tuesday after I finish the laundry.”

“Fine, but don’t tell him about the car.”

“I won’t.”  I heard the front door rattle and quickly hung up and put the phone in its plastic bag and buried it in the flour canister on the kitchen counter.

I did it just in time because Peter returned from work.  “Is dinner ready?” he asked.

“Almost,” I said.  I put on a weak smile.  Mother’s call had delayed me and Peter expected dinner to be ready immediately when he got home.  I ran to the oven and pulled out the casserole I had started and put it on the table.  I ran back to the cupboard and quickly opened a can of fruit and poured it in a serving dish.  I put that on the table as well.  “Dinner is ready now,” I said.

He didn’t sit down.  “When did I say dinner needed to be ready?” he asked.

I looked down at my feet.  “When you walk through the door,” I said.

“And it wasn’t ready.  Go get the belt.”

I turned and ran to the bedroom and got the thick leather belt that Peter punished me with when I did bad things.  I held it in my hands and imagined what that belt would do to me.  I then turned and slowly walked back to Peter and handed him the belt.

“Assume the position.”

I unfastened my negligee and let I float to a pool around my ankles.  After that I pulled down my panties and bent over.  I closed my eyes and held my ankles as tight as I could.  If I fell over while I was getting my beating, Peter wouldn’t stop.

“You delayed dinner by fifteen minutes,” he said.  He always calculated the time the spanking took with the actual delay.  I heard the belt swish through the air and whack against my bared buttocks.  I almost fell over and tried to get back into position.  Two more spanks came and quick succession.  One hit square on my bottom, but the other hit the back on my legs. I cried out with a shriek, but it did no good.  I would get my fifteen licks no matter what I did.

Four more spanks fell before I lost my balance.  I fell forward, but tried to scramble back up.  The beating didn’t stop.  I took the last eight spanks on the ground before he finally stopped.

Through my tears, I watched him sit down at the table and start eating.  I wanted to stay on the floor, but I knew I better stand by in case he asked for something.  I didn’t dare sit down and eat my meal because I was always banned from eating when I had a before meal spanking.

“So, did you get all the other chores done today, or will we revisit the paddle,” he asked.

“I scrubbed the bathroom, and dusted and vacuumed the front two rooms.”

“Good,” he said.  “Go to our room and wait for me there.”  I knew that he was going to pretend for the rest of the day that he hadn’t hit me.  It was then that my cellphone rang.

Peter stood up and followed the sound of my phone to its place in the flour container.  Who could be calling me?, I thought.  Only Mother had my phone number and she wouldn’t call me because it would give me away.  He dug into the flour and pulled out my phone.  “What’s this?” he asked.  “Are you getting calls from a secret boyfriend?”

He answered the phone and put it on speaker.  To my horror, it was a man’s voice.  “Vote for me this November because your vote is important to us.”  I sighed with relief when I found it to be just a robocall for the election.

He threw the phone at me and I dodged.  The phone hit the kitchen floor and shattered.  “Where did you get this phone?” he yelled.  He picked up the flour canister and threw it at me as well.  It grazed the side of my head and broke against the leg of the table.  The plastic bag holding the car keys lay next to me and I tried to grab it before he saw it but it was too late.

Pain radiated from my hand as he stomped on it so hard I had to let go of the keys.  He kept kicking me harder and harder.  Then he picked up the keys and then grabbed my face to look at him.

“Where did you get the keys?” he asked.

I had no choice but to tell the truth.  “Mother left me a car to get away from you.  She thinks you hurt me too much.”

He got a panicked look on his face for a moment.  “I’m so mad at you, that I need to calm down.  I am going to leave for a bit and when I come back, I will punish you in such a way that you will never leave.  He took my keys and slammed the door.

He was angry and he would be even worse when he came back drunk and the mess would infuriate him.  I looked around to survey the mess, but blood started dripping into my eyes.  My hand hurt bad as well.  I still needed to clean up the mess, so I crawled toward the flour mess and collapsed.

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“Bang, bang, bang!” came a sound from the door.  I must have blacked out but the banging woke me.  There was a pool of blood on the floor.  I was still naked from my beating and surrounded by spilled flour and broken pottery.  I got up and tried to get to the door.  I knew that Peter would apologize and take me to the hospital soon and I was feeling pretty dizzy when I stood.  I tried to open the door, but my hand hurt so bad.  It looked purple and swollen.  I tried the other hand.  It was even worse.

“Bang, bang, bang!”  I couldn’t grip the doorknob.  I heard yelling outside.  “This is the police, we know you are in there?”

The police were here?  I had to hide.  If they saw me like this then they might find out Peter had hit me and he would go to jail.  I turned toward the kitchen to hide from them.  Before I could find a hiding place, there was a crack as the wood splintered and two policemen entered the house.  They saw the blood, the flour, the mess, and me.

“Ma’am, are you all right?” the first cop said.  “Just sit down.”  I knew better than to disobey.  The second cop ran out of the house.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I fell down the stairs,” I said.

“That is bullshit,” he answered.

I just looked at him.  I did not dare argue either.

The second cop returned with a first aid kit.  He pulled out some gauze and tried to pull it toward my head.  I put my arms up to shield myself, but he bypassed them and started soaking up the bleeding on my head.  “She needs stitches,” he said.

The first cop asked, “How did you get all the way back here?  And where are your clothes.”

I was confused.  “From the kitchen?  I crawled.”

“How did you get all the way back here from the accident scene?” he asked.

“Oh,” I said.  I almost slipped with my story about falling down the stairs.  “I crawled up the stairs and accidentally knocked the flour over.”

“That is bullshit.  We just came from the scene of the accident.  Your boyfriend is dead.  Your car is totaled and you are covered in blood.”

“What?”  Peter was dead and my new car was totaled?  “He didn’t take my little Ford Fiesta?”  I heard sirens in the distance and shivered.  I was very cold all the sudden.  It started getting dark.  Not dark.  I had just passed out.

###

I woke up in a soft bed in a very bright hospital room.  I looked down at myself.  I wore only a hospital gown.  Both my hands felt very heavy and I lifted my arms up to see why.  Both hands were wrapped in plaster.  I put them down on the bed and looked around the room.

There was a TV in the corner, but it was off.  I lay in a bed with rails on the sides.  Beside me was a table with a button on the corner that looked like a doorbell.  The walls were all white.  To my left was a huge window, but the drapes were shut.  On the right were windows, but they led into a hall.  It was bright out there too.

A nurse walked in.  It was Patricia.  I recognized her from the last time I was in the hospital.  That time was from a broken arm.  “Good,” she said.  “You are awake.”  She took my blood pressure and then looked at the top of my head.  My head felt cold.  “You poor thing,” she said.

“How bad is it this time?” I asked.  I wondered if it was more than stitches and my hands.

“You had big gashes in your head.  The doctor had to give you a bit of a haircut before he could give you stitches.  Your hands will take at least three months before we can get the casts off and then you will need some physical therapy.”

“You cut my hair?”  Peter loved my long hair and wouldn’t be happy if it were cut.

She held a mirror for me.  The doctor had completely shaved my head with clippers.  An ugly black X from stitches crossed the top of my head.  I looked hideous.  I started to cry.

“Don’t worry, baby,” the nurse said.  “Your hair will grow back and cover the scar and no one will know.”

“But Peter will be angry,” I wailed.

“Peter died in the car wreck,” she said.  “Don’t you remember?  I say it serves him right.  He was always beating you and then bringing you here.”

“I fell down the stairs,” I said.  “That’s mean of you to tell me Peter died and that he deserved it.”

“Five times in the last year?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.  I knew she didn’t believe me.  None of the times in the hospital were from falling down the stairs.

“Well, you better tell the cops the truth this time,” said Patricia.  “They think you were in that car with your boyfriend and that you fled the scene of an accident.  That is pretty serious.”

I knew I was in big trouble.
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The Surrogate Baby: Chapter Two: Nowhere to Go
« Reply #1 on: November 29, 2010, 08:08:47 pm »

Chapter Two: Nowhere to Go

Maybe I should have taken Patricia’s advice.  I stuck to my story about falling down the stairs and now I was being charged with leaving the scene of an accident.  Also, Peter managed to run into some poor pregnant lady and she lost her baby.  Since Peter was dead, they couldn’t blame the person who was really responsible.  Peter’s mother blamed me because Peter would have never got into my car and drove it to the bar if I hadn’t made him angry.  I had felt guilty about that, but the councilors at the woman’s shelter where I moved into after I got out of the hospital convinced me that it was not my fault.  My own mother was upset with me about letting Peter know about the car and she changed her mind about me moving back home.  I also had court that day.  I had to face the woman whose baby Peter killed and convince her that I was not responsible.  

Today was also my last day at the shelter.  My abuser, Peter, was no longer a threat to me since he was dead.  I couldn’t return home, and I couldn’t go back to Peter’s house.  Peter’s mother had inherited the house and told me that I was not allowed near the place ever again.  I couldn’t even get my clothes although it was only one pair of jeans, a few T-shirts, and lots of lingerie.

I slid off the sweats I wore daily.  There were the only things I could pull up and down so I could go to the bathroom.  I looked down at the bed and the pantsuit I found in the professional interview closet they had at the shelter.  My roommate Amy helped get me ready.  I looked in the mirror.  I looked terrible, but at least my hair was starting to grow.  It was about an inch long and the scars were almost covered by my hair.  Less than satisfied, I took the bus to court.

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There were two transfers from the woman’s shelter to the courthouse.  I had to drag my duffle with everything I owned in it.  By the time I got to the courthouse, I had just enough time to get to the bathroom and pee before court.  I entered the first lady’s room and then I knew I was in trouble.

I had to pee so bad and all I could do was stand in front of the toilet and cry.  The zipper on the suit pants was on the side, so I couldn’t reach it with both hands when they were in the casts.  My broken fingers were held immobile by the plaster and I knew I would wet my pants any second.  I crossed my legs and started to cry.

“What’s wrong?” a woman asked me.

“I got to be in court in five minutes and I got to pee.  I can’t get my pants undone.”

“Would you like me to help you?” asked the woman.

I crossed my legs tighter and rocked from side to side.  “Please help me before I wet my pants.”

She gently undid my pants and pulled down both my pants and my panties.  I quickly sat down and started peeing almost as soon as I landed.  A second later and I would have been walking into my court appearance with wet pants.   I wondered how I would get my pants back up.  I need not have worried.  The lady was still outside the stall when I came out.  “Um,” I said.

“Sit back down,” she said.  She took some toilet paper and helped me wipe.  I had been going around with damp panties since I got out of the hospital because I couldn’t wipe very well with my broken hands.  “Stand now,” she said.  I did and she pulled up my panties and pants.  “My name is Violet,” she said.  “I know from experience that wet pants aren’t very much fun.  When I was pregnant, I had to resort to diapers.”

“Oh my goodness,” I said.  “Was it that bad?”

“It’s not that bad,” said Violet.  She had sadness in her eyes.

“Well, thank you,” I said.  “I got to run and get to court.”

###

Whoever said, ninety percent of success is being there never was in court.  I was grilled cross examined and then yelled at by a judge and sever lawyers.  I was also told that I was worthless and deserved to go to jail.  I was used to being told I was worthless though.  Peter made that clear to me.

Then Violet entered the courtroom and took the stand.  What was she doing?  “So can you tell us what happened?”

“I was in my car driving on Beaumont Ave and this car came from nowhere and crossed the centerline and hit me.  My airbag when out and then...,” she said and then paused.  “It hit my abdomen and I lost...”  She paused again.  “...I lost my baby.”  She started to cry.

“No further questions,” said the prosecutor.

My lawyer went to the stand and asked her the most intelligent question of his career.  “How many people did you see in the car?”

“I don’t know,” she said.  “It was too dark.”

“You didn’t see anyone get out of the car?”

“No,” she said.

“I have no more questions, ma’am.  You may step down.”

Finally it was my turn to speak.  I got up and went to the stand.  Violet made eye contact with me and gave me a dirty look.  I was nervous up on the stand.  I had to pee really bad all the sudden.  I was about to pee myself, I was so scared.  However, my lawyer just asked me to say what happened.  I am happy to say that I told the truth.

“...And I woke up and the cops were pounding on my door,” I said.

“So you didn’t leave the accident?”

“No, sir.”

“You weren’t even at the accident?”

“No sir,”

“No further questions.”

I started to get up.

“I am going to cross examine you,” said the opposing lawyer.  “We found your blood in the car.  Do you care to explain that?”

“He kicked me in the head before he left.”

“Sure.  So where did you get those injuries.  You had head trama.”

“The flour canister,” I said.  “He threw a flour canister at me.”

“That sounds pretty violent.  Strange that your boyfriend didn’t have a record of battering women.”

“Because it was my fault he hit me.  I didn’t do what I was supposed to do and had to be punished.  That’s why I couldn’t say anything.  If I did he would go to jail and I would have no one.”

“She knows the right words to say.  Of course she did because she lived in a woman’s shelter the past few months,” said the prosecuter.  “You may step down now,” he told me.

I retreated back to the table and sat down.”  That didn’t go as well as I planned.  It went worse when the jury came back with a verdict.  I was found guilty of leaving the scene of an accident.  I sat there and cried.  I couldn’t go to jail.  I didn’t know what to do.

“Relax,” said my lawyer.  “You might only get probation and have to pay restitution.”

I looked up at the judge.  “Two years probation and twenty-five thousand in restitution to your victims,” he said.  “You need to have a job, a play to live, and make progress on paying your restitution or else I will put you in jail for the full six years of your sentence.”

I had nothing.  No job or income and as of tonight I was homeless.  I couldn’t pay the restitution no matter if it were twenty-five dollars or twenty-five million.  I continued to cry and just left the courtroom.  I had to pee really bad, but I had no one to help me with my zipper, so I just left to walk as far as I could.

I didn’t make it far.  The urge to pee got worse and worse.  Everything seemed closed.  I was going to have to find a place soon.  I felt some dribble into my panties.  It wouldn’t be long now.  I tried to get into and ally and then I went for the zipper.  No luck.  I couldn’t get my plaster covered fingers to grip the zipper hard enough so it wouldn’t slip when I pulled it down.  Suddenly I started peeing.  It was broad daylight and I was peeing my pants in public.  The gray material of my pants was getting darker around my crotch and now my inseams.    I peed until I was empty.  I was so embarrassed.  However, I had to leave the ally to find a bathroom and change.  I still had sweats in my duffle bag.  I left the ally and started to walk.  It was obvious that I peed my pants.

A car stopped beside me.  It was a blue Mercedes.  The passenger side window came down and there was Violet, the lady whose baby Peter had killed with my car.  “Do you need a ride?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“You look like you had an accident,” she said.

“I did,” I said.

“Climb in the backseat and we will give you a ride,” said Violet.

I had no choice.  I got in and sat on a towel they had on the seat.  “For what it’s worth, I am sorry the Peter hurt your family in the accident.  I would do anything to make it up if I could.”

“Anything?” asked Violet.

“Well, yes,” she said.

“Your lawyer said you had no income and can’t work for a few more month before the physical therapy can begin.  We though you could make up what you own us by being a live-in maid for us.”

“I guess,” I said.
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The Surrogate Baby: Chapter Three: A Change in Living Arrangements
« Reply #2 on: November 29, 2010, 08:14:21 pm »

Chapter Three: A Change in Living Arrangements

Violet and her husband Jeff lived in a large house in a nice neighborhood.  I blushed as I saw ever yard almost with people in it.  How was I going to get in their house with my wet pants?

I didn’t worry long.  They pulled into the garage.  Violet and Jeff got out and Violet opened my door.  I stepped out as well.  There garage was beautiful as well.  Jeff went in the house, but Violet stopped me.

“Take off your wet shoes.  I am going to get you undressed and then we can get you a bath.  You are pretty smelly,” she said.

Of course I was smelly.  I couldn’t shower well.  I couldn’t even wipe myself.  I was disgusting.  I slipped off my shoes and then she undressed my completely before taking me in the house.  She not only threw away everything I had on, but she emptied the contents of my duffle bag in a trashcan in the garage.

“Hey,” I protested.

“Those disgusting sweats and grayed t-shirts and underclothes can go away.  I will not have you dressed like a homeless person.  She then pulled me by the hand into the bathroom.  She sat me on the toilet and left me.

I took advantage of the time by using the bathroom.  I thought I had privacy until she came back with two bread bags.  She put those on my arms so my casts wouldn’t get wet and then she started a bath for me.  She set me in the water and I lay back.  “Thank you for everything,” I said.

“Well, you really need to be clean.  I don’t think you can care for yourself adequately when you are so disheveled.”  It was true.  When I showered at the woman’s shelter, I could wash my body with bags over my hands.  I couldn’t hold the soap well either.  My hair suffered.  Here, I just lay back in the bath and soaked.

She let me lay in there for a while and then brought a washcloth and started scrubbing me as if I were a baby.  It was pretty embarrassing.  “Hey.  What are you doing?”

“I am cleaning you.”

“You are treating me like a baby,” I said.

She stood up and turned away.  “Thanks to your boyfriend, I can’t treat my baby like a baby,” she said with a sob.

“I’m sorry,” I said.  She took me in.  I should be grateful and not complain.  “You may treat me like a baby if you want to.”

“Really?” she said.  “Do you mean it?  I’d like that so much.”

She finished soaping me.  Then she rinsed me off.  “Your hair is so short,” she said.  “It’s almost is baby length.”

“The doctor cut it for stitches,” I said.  “I had beautiful long hair before.”  I stopped.  “Well before.”

“It’s pretty and blonde,” she said.  “I think my baby would have had blonde hair.”  She lifted me into a standing position and helped me out of the tub.  “Let’s get you dried off.”

I let her dry me, then she left me standing there in the bathroom.  She returned a short while later carrying something white and plastic.

“Lie down on the floor so I can diaper you,” she said.

“What?” I asked.  “I’m not wearing diapers.”  Sure I wet myself today, but that was an accident.

She looked disappointed and I saw a tear running down her cheek.  “But you said I could baby you.  You also promised you would do whatever you could to make up for me losing my baby.”

I sighed.  I didn’t think she meant that.  “Fine,” I said and lay down on the floor.  My face felt hot as I lay down and submitted to a diaper change.  As soon as it was over I stood up.  She put a pink T-shirt on me and then led me down the hall.

I thought I was going to bed, but I was wrong.  She sat me on the couch next to her husband Jeff and left the room.  “I’m going to make dinner now.  Take care of our guest,” she said.

I looked at her husband and he looked at me.  He seemed as embarrassed as I was.  My t-shirt was long enough to hide the diaper, but I had no pants.  I was mortified.

Jeff looked at me.  “Are you wearing pants?”

I shook my head.  “Violet dumped all my clothes in the trash.  She said they were disgusting.”

“She’ll get something for you to wear tomorrow then,” he said.  He handed her a blanket from the back of the couch.  “I bet you are cold.”

I wasn’t but I took the blanket anyway and covered up.  He was probably saving face.  I was glad to be have something to cover me if the t-shirt rode up.

###

After the ten o’clock news, Violet took me up to my new bedroom.  We had eaten in front of the TV before hand and I was tired from my long day.

I stood up and we went upstairs together.  “I have to go to the bathroom,” I announced.

“Is your diaper wet?” she asked.  She reached under my t-shirt to check.

“No,” I said as I jumped away.  “It will be soon if I don’t get to a bathroom.”

“You said you’d be my baby,” she said.  “Babies wet their diapers.  They don’t announce that they have to use the bathroom.”

“But...,” I said.

“You promised to let my take care of you,” she said.  “If it weren’t for your boyfriend wrecking your car, I would have a baby I could change.”

I crossed my legs and gave her a pleading look.

“I’m going to put you to bed when I take you to your room.  When I do so, I am going to check your diaper.  If it is wet, then I will change you.  If not, then I guess you can wait until morning.”

I was stubborn and held it.  She took me to the room she picked out for me.  It was a baby’s nursery complete with changing table, crib, and mobile.  She put down the rail of the crib.  Climb in,” she said.

“It’s a baby crib,” I protested.  “I’m too big.”

“Nonsense,” she said.  “You at most weigh 115 pounds.  Get in.”

I climbed in and she pulled the rail up.  “There is no pillow and blanket in here,” I complained.

“I’ll get them for you.  Don’t leave the crib.”

I lay back and stared at the mobile.  This was ridicules.  How did I get myself in this situation?

She returned with an adult sized pillow and blanket.  I curled up with them.  “Are you sure you don’t want to wet your diaper before bedtime?  I will change you and you can get a good night’s sleep.”

“I’m not going to wet a diaper for you,” I said.

“Would you like a nightlight?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

She left.  I rolled over and tried to go to sleep.  After an hour, I woke up with an urgent need to pee.  I tried to pull down the rail, but my casts prevented it.  Instead, I slowly wet my diaper.  It felt very warm and it tickled against my skin.  It almost felt pleasant, but I would never admit that.  I struggled to get to sleep and didn’t wake up until the sun streamed through my windows.
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Re: The Surrogate Baby
« Reply #3 on: November 30, 2010, 10:00:24 am »

This is pretty good my only suggestion is try to stay in the same point of view (a couple times u referred to the main character as her instead of I)
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Re: The Surrogate Baby
« Reply #4 on: December 01, 2010, 04:10:26 pm »

On the objective side, you're blurring criminal and civil cases.  If they're trying her for leaving the scene, that's a criminal matter and she was found guilty; there's no money involved.  If she's sued, that's a civil matter, she'd be the defendant, and the finding was for $25,000 for the plaintiff, and no finding of guilt.  (Sorry, my boyfriend is a lawyer, and we watch too many legal shows like Boston Legal and The Practice.)  But that can probably slide.

On a more subjective note, I don't really buy the police & DA being this aggressive about leaving the scene.  Even if she was there, she wasn't the driver.  And she's clearly got head trauma when they find her, so it's arguably confusion/disorientation from a concussion.  Who's that much of a bastard?  And when they want her to get dressed so they can take her to the hospital, don't they notice something's up that all her clothes are padlocked and inaccessible?

Chapter 3... So far, so good after the scenario is set up.
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Re: The Surrogate Baby
« Reply #5 on: December 01, 2010, 07:31:11 pm »

Well, I see what you mean, but I didn't want to spend half the story on court procedures.  I probably should have just had a civil case and referred to the past criminal case.  I was just lazy at writing it though.  As for the police being aggressive, I can share with you a whole lot of stories.  They really should have been able to tell that her clothes were locked up.

However, this is a AB diaper story and we are not going going to get realistic.  I'm sorry, but diaper stories, especially AB, ones are not really written with realism in mind.  I will post Chapter 4 as soon as I can where she is going to be taken shopping in diapers.  That is probably not too realistic, but at least she is not going to ride in an oversized stroller and be taken to a secret AB store in the mall.

On the objective side, you're blurring criminal and civil cases.  If they're trying her for leaving the scene, that's a criminal matter and she was found guilty; there's no money involved.  If she's sued, that's a civil matter, she'd be the defendant, and the finding was for $25,000 for the plaintiff, and no finding of guilt.  (Sorry, my boyfriend is a lawyer, and we watch too many legal shows like Boston Legal and The Practice.)  But that can probably slide.

On a more subjective note, I don't really buy the police & DA being this aggressive about leaving the scene.  Even if she was there, she wasn't the driver.  And she's clearly got head trauma when they find her, so it's arguably confusion/disorientation from a concussion.  Who's that much of a bastard?  And when they want her to get dressed so they can take her to the hospital, don't they notice something's up that all her clothes are padlocked and inaccessible?

Chapter 3... So far, so good after the scenario is set up.

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Re: The Surrogate Baby
« Reply #6 on: December 01, 2010, 11:54:15 pm »

I liked it  :)

Although the few mistakes in it did detracted from the story.

I will be looking forward to seeing more. 
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Re: The Surrogate Baby
« Reply #7 on: December 08, 2010, 04:01:12 pm »

That is probably not too realistic, but at least she is not going to ride in an oversized stroller and be taken to a secret AB store in the mall.

I wish they'd be a little less secretive about those secret AB stories.  In all the malls I've been in in my life, I have yet to find a one of them.  Maybe they should have the people in charge of those stores be in charge of the State Department's cables.
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The Surrogate Baby: Chapter 4: Going Out Dressed Like This
« Reply #8 on: December 09, 2010, 02:40:40 am »

CHAPTER FOUR: GOING OUT DRESSED LIKE THIS

I woke up, lying in a puddle.  I was soaking wet and my diaper had leaked.  I sighed and then tried to sit up.  Since it was light, I could see how the mechanism on the rail of the crib worked.  However, I couldn’t get my fingers around the latch.  “Damn casts,” I muttered.  I looked around.  There was a clock on the wall over the door.  “Eight-thirty.”  I hoped the clock was right.  “Violet,” I called.

Nothing.  I did hear some stirring in the next room, but it didn’t sound like they were coming into my bedroom or rather nursery.  I looked down at the diaper.  It swelled to become three times as thick and the white looked yellowish and grainy.  The blue stripes were missing except for at the top of my waist.  My t-shirt was wet around the bottom and up my back.  I was uncomfortable.

“Violet,” I called again.  “I am uncomfortable.”

Violet entered the room from the other room.  She was only wearing a robe.  “You don’t have to yell.  I can hear you over the baby monitor.  Besides, babies yell out mommy or cry.”

“I am not calling you mommy,” I said.

“Then you can sit in the wet diaper until I decide to come in on my own or you can cry.”  She turned and left.

I sat there, but I was stubborn.  I wasn’t going to call that woman mommy.  After sitting in the wet diaper for about twenty minutes, I noticed how cold and clammy it was.  I finally gave in and started to cry like a baby.  “Wah, wah,” I said into the baby monitor.  “Wah, wah.”

Violet entered the room again.  This time she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.  She smiled.

“Wah, wah,” I said.

“That cry doesn’t sound too convincing.”

“This is the best you are going to get,” I said.

“Well, it’s a start.”  She lowered the crib rail and helped me out.  “It looks like you need some clothes, Baby Beth.”  She looked into the crib and saw the wet spot.  “And better diapers.  Never fear about that.  I found a medical supply store on Google.  We can go there after your bath.”  Oh great.  I was going to get better diapers, so this meant I was stuck with them. 

I needed a bath, so I didn’t argue.  Followed her to the bathroom and stood there and let her do what she wanted to me.  She first put the bread bags on my casts and pulled off my diaper and t-shirt.  Then she sat me down in the tub.

“So how long are you going to treat me like a baby?” I asked.

“As long as you are staying with us,” she said, “unless you want to work as a maid and keep the house spotless?  Until those casts come off though, you will not make an effective maid and I will let your probation officer know how badly you work.  So which is it: be my baby or my maid?”

I didn’t relish the idea of wearing diapers and sleeping in a crib, but I liked the idea less of cleaning the house.  When I lived with Peter, I was effectively a maid and I got beaten a lot.  I would hate that.  At least as a baby, I wasn’t beaten.  “I’ll be your baby, then,” I said.

She started to scrub me and then stopped.  “I almost forgot,” she said.   She turned and opened that bathroom cabinet and pulled out a rubber duck and a toy boat.  “I have bath toys.”  She put them in the water and started scrubbing me.  I ignored the toys and concentrated on where she was rubbing me with the wash cloth.

“Play with the toys,” she said.

I waved my bread bag covered hands at her.  “I can’t really hold onto things.”  She gave me her disappointed look, so I added.  “Much like a real baby, I can’t hold stuff.”

That seemed to satisfy her.  “Well, thanks for accepting this.  I know I originally wanted you as a maid because I haven’t been able to keep up the house since the accident.  I just lay in bed all day since I was so depressed.  Treating you like a baby is better than having a maid.  I have to get out of bed to care for you and a maid would just let me sleep in and clean rooms I would never look at.”  She rubbed shampoo in my short, fuzzy hair and then rinsed it out by pouring water on my head from a Tupperware pitcher.  I remember my mother did that when I was little.

“I will try to be your baby then.  It is the least I can do.”  I didn’t mind wetting the diaper that much.  I was being a brat last night, but I was embarrassed.

She drained the tub and told me to stand up.  I did and she dried me off and then brushed my hair.  “I wish your hair was longer.  I would put pigtails in it,” she said.

“No way,” I said.  “I am not wearing pig tails.”

“Well lie down, so I can get your diaper on you.”

I lay down on the floor.  I felt stupid as she diapered me.  She had me lift up my butt and she slid the clean diaper under me.  Then I felt something cold and slimy against my butt.  I sat up and batted at her with my right arm.  “What was that?” I asked.

She held up a plastic jar for me to read.  “It’s Desitin.  It’s for diaper rash.  Going to bed with a full bladder was not a good idea and you are starting to get a bit red.”  She pushed me back down.  “Now let me finish diapering you.”  She rubbed the slimy cream on my butt and then sprinkled powder on me before taping me in my diaper.  I smelled like a baby.

She pulled me to my feet.  “You don’t have your own clothes, so you will have to wear mine today,” she said.  She took me by the arm into her bedroom.  I had never seen it before.  There was a queen-sized bed with throw pillows and shams all over it like you would see in a catalogue for bedding.  There was a large dresser with a mirror and a chest of drawers.  There were also two large walk-in closets.  She first opened the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt.  It was red with pink hearts on it.  It was also a short baby doll shirt.  “Lift your arms.”

I did and she pulled the shirt on me.  “There you go,” she said as she pulled in on.  The shirt barely covered the top of my diaper.  I sighed.  At least no one would see my diaper in the house except her.  By the time I looked up again, she had a pair of blue jeans.  With her help I stepped into them.  She was a larger size than I, but the diaper made me need that much room.

I spun around in front of the room and couldn’t see the diaper, but there was an obvious bulge.  I was not happy about that.  The shirt came an inch or two below the waist of the jeans.  At least I had that working for me.  There was something missing though.  “Shouldn’t I wear a bra?” I asked.

“You don’t need a bra,” she said.

I looked down at my chest and sighed.  The shirt was fitted, so I could see the shape of my breasts in the mirror, but they weren’t really ample.  I sighed.  With a bra, I looked like I had bigger breasts.

“Sit down and I will find you some shoes,” she said.  I sat down on a cedar chest at the end of the bed and sighed.  At least I was getting shoes.  I wondered what happened to the Goodwill shoes from my duffle bag or even the scuffed dress shoes I wore to court.  I bet they were both thrown away with my other clothes.

She returned with some sneakers.  “I noticed you were size six,” she said.  “I wore these once and then I got pregnant and my feet swelled to a size eight.”  She put some blue socks on me and then pulled on the pink sneakers one by one and tied them.  “Walk around then.”

I stood up and took a few steps.  “They fit great.  Thank you.”

“Well, don’t thank me yet.  We need to go to the store to get you suitable clothes.  You can’t wear my clothes all the time.”

I looked down at my crotch.  The bulge was staring back at me.  “Um,” I said.  “Can you please get me baggy pants at the store?”

“You can come with me shopping to get them,” she said.

“But everyone will see I am diapered,” I said.

“So what?  Babies don’t worry about someone seeing them diapered.”

“But people expect to see a diaper on a baby, not a twenty-two year old woman,” I said.

“No one will notice anyway,” she said.  “No one said anything when I wore diapers when I was pregnant.  If someone says anything, we’ll just give them a cover story.”  She picked up a bag and put it on my shoulder and took me by the arm toward the garage.

“What’s with the big bag?” I asked.

“It’s your diaper bag in case you need a change while we are out.”

“But,” I started.  She wouldn’t listen to me.  I prepared for an embarrassing day as we went to the garage and put me in the passenger seat of her Volvo.

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She didn’t drive directly to the mall.  Instead she drove out by the hospitals which were across the freeway from the courthouse.  She pulled into the parking lot of a small store and came around to let me out of the car.  The place said Sander’s Medical Supply.

“What are we getting here?” I asked.

“It would be in your best interest to remain quiet when we are in here and let me do all the talking.”  She opened the door and we went in.

Inside there were rows of wheel chairs, oxygen tanks, hospital beds, and angry rows of shelves that went into the dark recesses of the store.  One section said catheters.  I knew what those were from the hospital.  I shivered.  I never wanted to experience a catheter again.

“May I help you ladies?” an older woman asked.  She wore light blue smocks.  She smiled at Violet.

“Yes,” Violet said.  “I need some adult diapers for my niece here.”  She put her hand on my shoulder.  “We’ve been using Depends and they don’t hold up to her wettings well.”

I wanted to disappear into the floor.  I wished it would have swallowed me up so I would be here to face the embarrassment.

“Carlos,” the older woman called.  A handsome man appeared.  He looked like he was about twenty-four.  He was strong and handsome and his biceps seemed barely contained by the sleeves of his smock.  I was in love.  I forgot about being in diapers I wanted him to hold me in his arms.  He looked almost like Brad Pitt and...

Violet rubbed a Kleenex across my mouth.  “You are drooling again Beth.”  I was mortified. 

Carlos smiled at me.  “How are you doing?”

Violet turned toward Carlos.  “She was in a car accident a few months ago and suffered a head injury.”  She parted my hair and showed them the scar from my stitches.  “She suffered some brain damage and we need adult diapers for her.”

His smile disappeared.  I purposely let out some more drool, but I was upset.  He looked like he was interested in me until he heard I was brain damaged and needed diapers.  I knew why Violet lied to him.  It would be silly to tell them I agreed to be her baby to make up for the real baby she lost when my boyfriend stole my car.

The old lady took a measuring tape and put it around my hips.  I backed up and clung to Violet’s arm like a scared toddler.

“It’s all right,” said Violet.  “She is just going to measure you.”

I let myself be measured, but I hated what I was being measured for.  As soon as she had a number she turned to Carlos.  “Please bring two cases of medium-sized Tranquility ATN Briefs.”

He disappeared.  I wanted to ask her what ATN stood for, but that would blow my cover as a retard.  I clung to Violet instead.

“She is actually between small and medium, but I find that the larger size absorbs a bit more,” the lady said.  “We do have individual diapers if you want to change her into one now and see how it fits.”

“That sound like a good idea,” said Violet.  The woman reached under the counter and handed her a diaper that looked huge next to the Depends she had on.

“Let’s get you changed, Beth,” she said.

I was embarrassed enough and now she was going to change me in front of all these people.  I got on the floor and closed my eyes.

To my surprise, Violet pulled me to my feet.  “Not here, Beth.  I am sure this nice lady has somewhere private we can change.”  She turned toward the lady again.  “We change her on the floor at home, so I guess that is why she did that.”

“I understand,” said the lady.  “You can go to the bathroom through there.”  She pointed to a hall.  “There are adult sized changing tables in there.”

I felt relieved.  Carlos came down the stairs from the upper tiers of shelves carrying the two cases of diapers.  Violet pulled me down the hall to the bathroom.

It was a normal bathroom, but there was a counter in one corner with padding like someone laid a mat that kindergarteners took naps on on top of it.  I laid on the mat and Violet started undoing my pants and then she took my diaper off.  I had to pee a bit and felt like letting go like a real baby would, but I decided not to.  She had tried to minimize my embarrassment in what was supposed to be an embarrassing transaction.  She pulled the new diaper on me and taped it up.

“There are only four tapes,” I said.  “That other diaper had six.”

“It’s a different brand,” she said.  She taped the diaper in place and tried to pull my pants up.  “Well it fits you.  Stand up so I can get your pants pulled up.”

I stood and she tugged the pants up.  This diaper was much thicker and she had trouble getting my zipper up and my pants buttoned.  The bulge was a lot bigger.  “I can’t go out like this,” I complained.  “Can you get one of the spares from my diaper bag and change me into that?”

Violet shook her head.  “We are shopping for clothes for you next.  I only have the two Depends in your diaper bag left.  You need clothes that fit over these diapers so you got to wear these.”

It made sense, but I was still going to be embarrassed.  “Fine, but you need to change me into the new pants as soon as we buy the first outfit.”

“It’s a deal.  Now no talking or they will know you are not really incontinent.”  She led me back out into the showroom.   “It fits her fine.  It’s a little snug under her clothes, but at least she will keep her pants dry.”

Carlos gave me a weird look at my puffy crotch.  I looked like I had a diaper on.  How did I get into this?  I still stared at him as Violet and the lady concluded their transaction.  I pretended to be fascinated by his watch and grabbed at it so I could touch his hand.  He frowned and then held me by the shoulders until Violet finished paying.

“What did the doctor’s say about the brain damage?” he asked.

“She’s just has the mind of a three year old,” said Violet.  She took me by the upper arm.  “We are hoping that she heals.  The brain does rewire around damage, but the doctor said that might take years.  She just needs a home right now and that is what I am trying to provide her.  Her father is in prison and her mother died, so she just has me.”

“At least you are hopeful,” Carlos said.  He leaned down and picked up the two cases of diapers and followed them to Violet’s Volvo.  He put them both in the back and went back inside.

Violet helped me into the passenger seat and then got into the car.  “What was that about you grabbing at the young man’s wrist?”

“You wanted me to act like a baby.  I acted like a baby,” I said.

“You liked him,” she said.

“Duh,” I said.  “However, I can’t ever date him because he thinks that I am retarded.”

“Not retarded.  You are brain damaged from an accident.”

I shrugged.  It’s not that it made much of a difference.  I wasn’t going to be dating anyone soon.  I still was healing from the injuries my last boyfriend gave me.

She drove me to the mall parking lot.  The lot was packed with cars and I just knew that inside it would be equally busy.  She came around to the other side of the car and opened the door for me.  Then she went to the back of the car and opened one of the cases of diapers and put two in my diaper bag.  She stuffed the two Depends in the case with the new diapers.

“Come on,” she said.  “Let’s go shopping.”

I looked at my reflection in the car window and noticed how puffy my butt was.  “Please, don’t make me go in dressed like this.”

She looked at me with a stern look.  “I thought we had a deal.  Besides, don’t you want something to wear that will cover your diapers?”

I frowned.  I didn’t want to go in.  I used to shop at this mall back when I was in college.  I hadn’t been there in the three years I lived with Peter.  I couldn’t shop when I was his kept woman.  Perhaps I wouldn’t see anyone I knew.  I shrugged and then let her take me by the arm above my cast and guide me into the mall.

It sure was crowded and I was nervous about anyone noticing that the big bulge inside my pants was a thick diaper.  I was starting to need to pee as well.  I hadn’t peed yet when I woke up since I was used to holding it until I got to a toilet.  That part of my life was skipped over in the rush to go shopping and I hadn’t thought of peeing.  I was in the mall and had to pee and I knew the toilets were on the far side of the mall.

“We need to head to the restrooms,” I whispered.  “I need to pee.”

“You are wearing your bathroom,” she said.  “Babies don’t say they have to pee.  They just pee.  That’s why you are wearing a diaper.”

I sighed.  “I’ll try to hold it until we get home.”

“Suit yourself,” she said.

We walked into the first store and she picked out some clothes for me.  She held up various items to me and smiled.  “This looks good,” she said.

“I can’t button that with these casts on,” I said.

“Nonsense,” she said.  “I will help you.”

I had to pee more.  I tried crossing my legs, but the diapers I wore were too thick and I could close my legs enough to do any good.  I tried to pretend I was anywhere, but where I was.

“Can I help you ladies?” the sales person asked.

“Yes,” said Violet.  “My niece here needs to try on some things.  She broke her arms, so can I please accompany her into the fitting rooms to help her?”

“Well, we normally just want one at a time in the fitting rooms due to shoplifters, but I guess it will be okay since she can try on things herself.”  The sales girl turned to me.  “I bet that sucks.  I broke my legs in June and had to be in a wheel chair for a month.  I could still write and do schoolwork though.”

I didn’t answer.  I was paying more attention to keeping my pants dry.  However, Violet spoke for me.  “She doesn’t talk.”

I felt some wetness leak from my vagina.  I was going to wet myself.  I held on tight.  If I walked or took a step, I was going to have an accident.

“Right this way to the fitting room,” said the sales girl.  I just stood there trying not to pee.  Violet pulled me to follow and I stumbled a step and a big wet squirt came out.  If I wasn’t wearing a diaper, there would have been a wet spot.  “Come on,” she said and pulled me again.

I gasped and then the flood gates opened and I peed myself.  I just looked down at myself.  The pee wouldn’t stop until my bladder was empty no matter how hard I tried to clamp down.  Finally, I was in a warm, wet diaper and managed to follow Violet to the fitting room.

As soon as the door was closed, she undid my pants and pulled them down.  She put her hand in my diaper.  “You wet, didn’t you?”

I didn’t say anything.  I did push my diaper bag at her.

“No, you’re not wet enough for a change.  Now lift up your arms and we’ll try these shirts.”  I lifted my arms and let her try on about twelve shirts on me.  Then she took off my shoes and had me try on the pants and skirts she picked out.  She picked up some light blue plaid overalls and held them open near the floor.  “Step in,” she said.

“I don’t like those,” I said.

“I do,” she said.  “They will make you look so cute.”

I shrugged.  “It’s just not my style,” I said.

She gave me that look: the look that said I was disappointing her.  Still, I couldn’t cave that easily.  “Doesn’t my opinion count?” I asked.

“Beth,” she said, “a baby can’t complain about what clothes she wears.  Did you always complain about your clothing?”

I thought about it.  The overalls did look stupid and I would be embarrassed to wear them in public, but I didn’t try to kid myself that they weren’t an improvement over silk negligees.  I could wear these in public.  Sure Violet controlled my life as much as Peter did, but at least she never beat me.  I stepped into the overalls and she pulled them up.

“Now if only you had enough hair for pigtails you would be adorable,” she said and brushed the fuzziness on the side of my head.

I tried not to wince.  “You are tugging my stitches,” I complained.

“Oh, sorry,” she said.  She turned me toward the mirror and I looked at myself.  The outfit made me look younger.  The small boobs I had disappeared behind the bib of the overalls and the outfit did nothing to accentuate the curvature of my hips.  My hair also looked like a baby’s.  It was too short.  Only the trim of the shirt suggested I was a girl.  “Now you do look cute,” she said.  “We do got to do something about that hair though.  We’ll go to Claire’s next.”

I groaned.  In high school all my friends went to Claire’s.  I was always bored.  If I wanted something feminine, I went to Hot Topic and got retro cartoon stuff, not earrings and hair doodads.  Peter cured me of my grunge look, but I didn’t count on the pole dancing look until he already isolated me at home.

She dressed me in what I was wearing before and I looked down to make sure the diaper was hidden.  It was, but the bulge felt huge.  It expanded when I peed myself.  I looked down expecting it to be huge.  It wouldn’t be noticeable unless someone walked the mall looking at the butts of every woman to check for evidence of diapers.  I didn’t think anyone would do that.

We left the dressing room and Violet put everything on the counter.

“All of it?” the sales girl asked.  She started to ring up the purchases.  “My commission’s going to be great thanks to you guys.  If there is anything else you need just ask for Elsie.  I will come in on my day off to help you.”

I smiled at her.  She sounded nice.  I couldn’t thank her without blowing my cover, but Violet did thank her.  After we paid for the purchases, we left the store.

“Where to next?” I asked.  I tried to walk slowly to avoid having my shirt ride up or something embarrassing, but she was guiding me quickly by my arm.

“Claire’s,” she said.

We went inside and it was packed with teen girls.  I sighed.  That was another reason I hated the place.  I was an adult, not a teenager.  I looked down at the bulge of my diaper.  I felt like a toddler, but teenagers still annoyed me.

As soon as we walked in, a sales clerk bypassed all the teenagers, who were probably not going to buy anything.   “Can I help you ladies?”

“Yes,” said Violet.  “I need some headbands for my niece.   She had surgery and they had to cut her hair.”

“Oh, I am sorry.  I hope you get better,” she said to me.

I forgot and nodded.  “Thank you.”

Violet glared at me, but shrugged.

“Our headbands are right here.”  She guided us to a rack in one corner of the store and then went back to keep an eye on the teenagers.

“I thought you weren’t talking,” Violet scolded me.

“I forgot.”  I reached for a head band.  It was a black elastic headband with a black rose made out of the same material.  “I like this one,” I said.

She took it and several others that she liked and we went to check out.  I was sure glad to be out of there.  When we got out of the store, I asked her to put one of the headbands on me.  I missed having long hair and the bit of fuzz on my head depressed me.  I thought it made me look like a boy.

She didn’t pick my black one that I liked.  She picked a red one with a pink heart on it.  It matched my shirt, but still, I hated it.  The black one was feminine, but much more subdued.  Next we went to the food court.

“Where shall we eat?” asked Violet.

I looked around.  There was a Sbarro’s pizza, a Subway, a Coldstone Creamery, a Chick-Fil-A, and even a Burger King, and a Carl’s Jr.  I hadn’t eaten out in a long time.  Once I moved in with Peter, he never took me out and I could only afford the food at the woman’s shelter cafeteria, so never could eat out then.

“Coldstone?” I asked.

“It’s eleven-thirty in the morning and you need real food, not dessert.”

I looked around.  The pizza looked inviting, but I didn’t want that.  I never did like Subway since I had saved up my stamps for a new sandwich and they suddenly stopped accepting stamps.  That made me mad.  At the Carl Jr. there was a sign for a monstrous burger with jalapenos and a third pound patty.  I pointed and said, “I want that.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a kid’s meal from Burger King?” she asked.

“I’m sure.  I want the Six Dollar Burger with jalapenos.”  I knew what I wanted.  I hadn’t had a good restaurant meal in three years.  I wanted something good.  I didn’t think about the fact that it would end up in my diaper and that I would regret everyone of those jalapenos.

“Okay,” she said.  She ordered and we sat down.  Then I had another problem.  I had casts on my arms and couldn’t hang onto stuff really well.  I sat and stared at the yummy burger sitting in front of me, the curly fries, again too spicy to eat before you sit in the resulting messy diaper.  However I am getting ahead of myself here.  I couldn’t lift the burger to my mouth.

“May I have some help?” I asked.

She sat across from me and she had the same thing.  She giggled at me and then continued to eat her sandwich.  I had to rely on my thumb and forefinger on my left hand to pick up one curly fry at a time.  Between each bite of fry I ate, I stared hungrily at my burger until Violet finished hers.  As soon as she was done, she picked up my burger and held it for me.  I took a grateful bite and then savored the wonderful feeling of the food.  I felt the spice of jalapenos and I knew I was in heaven.  She fed me bite after bite until the sandwich was done and the burning in my mouth increased.

Of course, I didn’t look as wonderful as I felt.  The sandwich is too big for my mouth and even though Violet held the sandwich still, I got a lot of the special sauce on my mouth.  Violet smiled and then she did something embarrassing.  She took my diaper bag and pulled out a container of wipes, and then proceeded to clean my face and hands.  I was humiliated.  I looked around to see if anyone noticed the diaper peaking out of the duffle bag, but no one did.  They did notice me getting my face cleaned like a toddler though.  A guy across the dining room snickered.  I wanted to sink into the floor.

I also needed to pee.  The thirty-two ounces of Dr. Pepper really hit me hard.  I knew Violet would never take me to the bathroom no matter how I argued and I did feel a bit uncomfortable, so I relaxed and peed.  When I start peeing, I can’t stop until I am empty.  My mother used to tell me that is unhealthy, but I really never let it bother me.  However I tried to stop as soon as I felt wetness at the leg bands of my diaper.

“Violet,” I whispered, “you got to take me to the bathroom now.”

“Use your diaper,” she whispered back.

“I just did and there will be a wet spot on my pants real quick if you don’t take me to the bathroom and change me right now.”  I was in full panic.  I was going to be humiliated.

“Relax,” she said.  “If you haven’t leaked yet, you won’t until you wet again.  I’ll change you after dinner.”

I still worried, but I nibbled on each of my remaining curly fries while I waited for Violet to eat her fries.  After eating we left the food court and went to the bathroom.

There were just a few people in the bathroom and I eyed the changing table with embarrassment.  I knew I was going to get changed.  I pulled it down and looked at it.

“I don’t think it will hold you,” she said.

I looked down at the floor.  It was disgusting.  “I am not lying on the floor.”

“It won’t come to that.”  She took me by the hand into the handicapped stall and closed the door.  She then pulled my pants down.  Sure enough, there were too little wet circles at the inseams of the diaper where it had leaked a few drops.  She twisted the fabric to examine the outside.  It still looked dry, so it hadn’t soaked through the material.

My diaper was swollen and yellowed beyond belief.  She quickly undid the tapes and wadded up the diaper and used the tapes to tape it shut.  She put it on the floor and got out some wipes.  Then she cleaned me.  Then the Desitin went on.  I still felt clammy when she took out the clean diaper and put it behind me.  Then she gently pushed me against the partition so the diaper was held behind me.  She took the front of the diaper and pulled it between my legs and then taped it in place.  It wasn’t as tight as the changes when lying down, but I had a ring around each leg from the diaper elastic anyway.  It could be looser without a problem.  Soon my pants were back up, my shirt was down and I was as good as new.

“I got to pee too,” said Violet.  She sat down on the toilet and went.  I was so jealous.  Why did she get to use the toilet?  I was an adult too.

After that, we grabbed our stuff and went back to her house.  The outing was embarrassing, but Violet did not intentionally try to humiliate me.
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« Reply #11 on: December 13, 2010, 08:12:20 pm »

Why oh why is the world so cruel? Here i was hoping for more story, totally forgot how many chapters there already were, and now im utterly dissapointed by the bump. Please WriteAndLeft post more story soon!
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Why oh why is the world so cruel? Here i was hoping for more story, totally forgot how many chapters there already were, and now im utterly dissapointed by the bump. Please WriteAndLeft post more story soon!

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I love this chapter and wounder how beth going to handle mess her diaper like  baby would.
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« Reply #14 on: December 15, 2010, 10:58:00 pm »

I promised the next chapter would be posted on Wednesday.  I made it with an hour to spare.  Here it is.

CHAPTER FIVE: NO, I’M NOT DOING THIS IN PUBLIC

The evening passed by uneventfully.  During dinner, Violet sat me in the couch in front of the TV and she and Jeff ate without me.  When dinner was finished, Jeff came out to watch TV and Violet led me by the hand into the kitchen.  “Time for your dinner,” she said and sat me down at the table.

I looked around the kitchen for the steaks I smelled earlier, but I couldn’t see them.  I only saw the juices on the dirty plates they had eaten their medium rare steaks upon.  Instead she went to the cupboard and brought out two small jars.

“What’s that?” I asked.  “What happened to all that delicious steak I smelled?”

“The steaks were good, but you are now my baby.  I have special food for you.”  She set the jars down in front of me and I groaned when I saw they were baby food.

“Mashed peas and mashed green beans?” I asked.  “You expect me to eat that?”  I wasn’t going to eat it no matter what she did.  “I am an adult and need real food.”

She continued to open the jar of peas and then took a spoonful of the nasty green paste and pushed to at my mouth.  I wanted to gag just from the smell of it.  I turned my head to avoid it, and Violet gave me her look again.  It was that cross between disappointed and anger.  I still was unmoved.

She caught me by the chin.  “The least you can do is play along.  I gave you an adult meal at lunch and I did spend quite a bit of money buying you new clothes.  You also told me that you would let me treat you like a baby.”

I didn’t mean to live on baby food.  I never even meant to let it progress beyond her bathing me and helping me in the bathroom.  “But, I--,” I started to say.  I was interrupted by a spoonful of the peas entering my mouth.  Talk about bland.  Baby food is really disgusting.  I am used to food that has salt to bring the flavor out.  Even so, I never could bring myself to eat peas.  Even whole peas disgusted me.  These were mashed peas.  I swallowed.  “You could have at least got fruit or something.”

Another spoon full entered my mouth.  I got smart and closed my mouth, but the next spoonful kept coming.  “Come on and open the tunnel so the train can come in.”

I shook my head, but the spoon came anyway and splattered on my face.  “You are a messy baby,” she said and continued to feed me.  By the time both jars of baby food were empty, I was a yucky mess.   I felt horrible.  She kept tricking me into talking and then fed me as soon as I opened my mouth.

I didn’t feel full, but I was just glad it was over by the time she cleaned my face and set me back in the living room by the TV so she could do the dishes.

I sat by Jeff as he watched a crime show.  He looked at me a few minutes and then asked me a question.  “Beth, are you wearing adult diapers?”

I felt my face flush with embarrassment and reached toward the back of my shirt.  It had ridden up, revealing the top of my diaper.

“Don’t worry.  I am sure you will be back to normal as soon as you get those casts off.”

I had to tell him how she was treating me.  He would put a stop to it no doubt.  “Um Jeff,” I started.

“Thank you for coming to live with us,” he said.

“Oh, yes.  Thank you for taking care of me,” I said.  I couldn’t complain to Jeff now.  He was being so nice to me.

When the dishes were done, Violet took me upstairs to my bedroom.  This time I peed my diaper so I wouldn’t leak in my crib.  I had a slight cramp like I needed to poop, but I was not about to stand there and poop myself.  She laid me on the floor and changed my wet diaper.

I lay in bed in a dry diaper and cuddled with my adult sized pillow and blanket.

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The next morning I woke up and immediately peed my diaper.  I still had to poop and it was a bit more urgent then it had been last night, but there was no way I was going to let poop out into my diaper and feel it smear against my skin.  I was going to hold out for a toilet.  I laid back in my wet diaper and waited for Violet to get me.

She did after awhile.  “We got a busy day ahead of us,” she said.

I sat up in the crib.  “Where are we going?” I asked.

“We are going to a party.”  She pulled down the gate to the crib and then reached for my diaper.  She put a finger inside the leg.  “Oh my, you are wet.  We’ll get you a bath and into a clean diaper.”

I gave a shrug and let her help me to the bathroom.  As soon as I was in the bath, I would wait until she left the room and then I would have a quick poop.  She undressed me and ran the bath for me.  I got in and reveled in the warm water.  I was very clean except for under the bread bags I wore on my arms.  I hated broken bones.

She still scrubbed me and I really didn’t mind since I couldn’t really clean myself.  I wanted to reach a certain part of my body on my own.  Since I was fifteen I masturbated in the shower and I not only couldn’t do that for myself, but I really didn’t want Violet to do that for me.  I had just a one more week with the casts and then I could start physical therapy to regain movement.  I really looked forward to moving my hands again and not just for masturbation.  I could control myself.  I just wanted to be able to touch things.

I heard a little tune and Violet quickly dried her hands and answered her cell phone.  She quickly left the bathroom.  It was now my chance.  I got up and went to the toilet and tried to lift the lid.  It was stuck.  I examined the lid and there was a little white plastic thing on the front that said LidLok.  It was a baby cover for the toilet seat.  I groaned and then studied it so I could figure out how to undo it.  I couldn’t even get a hold on the thing with the slippery wet bread bags on my hand and the casts underneath.  I sighed and got back in the tub and just in time too because soon afterward, Violet returned.

She frowned when she saw the wet floor and gave me a stern look.

“Sorry,” I said.  “I splashed.”  I was not about to admit that I tried to use the toilet.  I knew that she would either cry and make me feel guilty or tell me I was ungrateful and make me feel guilty.  I was going to hold it and use the downstairs bathroom or sneak into the master bedroom and use the toilet in there.  I was sure that Jeff didn’t know about the LidLok, so I guess the upstairs hall bathroom was the only one that was so encumbered.

She dried me off and had me lie down on the floor.  I had a new diaper on me.  It was a diaper that I knew would be full of poop if I didn’t get to the bathroom sometime that day.

I could hold it, I knew.  I thought the bathrooms were really gross in high school and even college, so I never pooped at school.  I also hovered to pee, so although my bladder control was never good enough to put off peeing for more than an hour or two, I could hold it when I had to poop  I had held it until I was in my home bathroom and then I would poop.  I would do the same here even though I would not be able to get to a familiar bathroom.

Violet diapered me and then led me back to my bedroom and opened the drawers.  She pulled out a dark blue t-shirt and the light blue plaid overalls she bought the day before and dressed me.  “Not the overalls, please,” I said.

“You are my baby and I can dress you how I like,” she said.

I groaned again.  “I guess I have no choice then,” I said.  At least it was less embarrassing then having to wear only underwear for two years.  Peter did that just to control me.  A woman couldn’t get too far when they were only wearing negligees.  I could probably make it for quite a while in my current outfit without being exposed as someone playing baby.

“I also don’t want to hear any complaints about what I feed you or that you have to go to the bathroom.  I will check you periodically.  Even if you feel you are about to leak.  I will pack some extra clothes in your diaper bag.”

I sighed.

“Is that clear?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

I watched as she started to pack my diaper bag.  She put in three diapers, another equally childish outfit, a towel to lay me on for a change and the ointments and powders she smeared on my butt when I was changed.  She took me down to the living room and put the diaper bag down on the couch.  “The place we are going is about half an hour away.  I better use the restroom before we go,” she said.  She left me and I stood there and glowered.

She was gone about ten minutes and I knew she hadn’t just been peeing due to the time she was away.  I wished I could sneak away to use the toilet, but I just stood there and waited.  She returned and we rushed to the car.  I got belted in and then she began to drive.

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We arrived at a house.  There were quite a few cars lined up and down the block, so there must have been a special event.  When we arrived at the door, a lady answered.  “Oh, Violet, it is wonderful to see you.”

Another lady smiled.  “Where have you been?  We missed you so much.”

A third lady shushed the second one.

“Oh it’s okay,” said Violet.  She smiled.  “I was having problems for a while, but I am fine now.”  She motioned me to follow her into the house.

“Who is your friend?” asked the first lady.

“Oh this is my niece.”  She looked at me.  “Can you tell these ladies your name?”  Her voice actually lifted as if she was talking to a three year old.

I just turned and buried my face in her arm.

“She’s not talking,” said Violet.  “Her name is Beth and she is staying with Jeff and I.  We are taking care of her after an accident.  She fell from the balcony at her sorority house and banged her head up pretty bad.”

“Ouch.  That must have hurt,” said the second lady.

“Beth, will you want tea or water?” asked the host.

I released my grip from Violet, but I still was silent.

“The doctor thinks she has brain damage,” said Violet.  “I’m sorry to impose by bringing her, but I really have to watch her because she needs taken care of.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said a third woman.  She then led us to the living room.  All the couches were taken.  Violet sat in an easy chair and I sat on the floor in front of her.  My stomach rumbled.  I wanted to beg Violet for the bathroom, but I never got a chance.  There were way too many ladies and they all would hear me talk if I asked for the bathroom.  If I talked and then Violet mentioned my diapers, then they wouldn’t believe I was retarded enough to need them.

They started talking about boring stuff like committees and fundraising and I was terribly bored.  I looked up at the grandfather clock, but the hand never seemed to move.  I finally looked at the pendulum.  The clock just didn’t feel like it was stopped.  It actually was.  I could see why.  The weights were all the way at the bottom of the clock.  Growing up, my chore was to wind the clocks at my parent’s house, so I knew what I was doing.  I crawled the few steps away to the clock and opened the door.  When I almost had my hands around the chain to lift the weight, I felt a hand grab me from behind.  “Don’t touch,” said Violet with a stern voice.

I looked at her in protest, but she just pulled me back to my spot in front of her chair.  “I’m sorry April.  She gets into stuff all the time now.  It’s almost as if she’s three.  It’s really sad because she was a very bright college student.”

“It’s okay,” said the lady who answered the door.  “She’s probably bored with our conversation.  Let’s all adjourn for coffee and cake,” she said.

Everyone went into the kitchen.  There were various mugs.  Each one had a different saying and none of them matched.  A older lady filled them with coffee from a coffee pot.  I looked around and saw Violet get up and go down the hall.

“Would you like some coffee, dear?”

I smiled and she slid it across the table too me.  I saw a box of sugar cubes on the table as well and grabbed one between my one finger and thumb on my left hand that I could still pick things up with.  I dropped the cube into the coffee and then picked up the mug between my two cast-encased hands.  I took a sip of the best coffee I had tasted since college.  I really missed coffee.  It was hot and yummy, although it was a bit bitter because the sugar cube hadn’t melted yet, but I was happy to have it anyway.

The other ladies smiled at me.  One of them looked at my stitches on the top of my head and winced.  “Poor dear,” the lady beside me at the counter said, “that had to hurt.”

I gave my same dumb smile and took another sip.

Then Violet came out of the hallway and saw what I was doing.  “Beth, why are you drinking that?  You’ll burn yourself.  Besides, you can’t pick up stuff too well until your casts come off.”  She picked up my coffee cup and put it out of my reach.  “Besides, you don’t want to spill on Mrs. Luther’s floor.”

The woman I now learned was April Luther smiled.  “Is there something else we can give her to drink?”

The older lady who gave me the coffee said, “I’m sorry Violet.  She seemed to enjoy the coffee and I didn’t think anything of it.”

“It’s okay, Mabel,” Violet said to the older lady.  “I have to keep her out of everything at home.  She hasn’t been right since she hit her head.”  She turned to April.  “You can give her milk or water.”

I ended up with a cup of milk.  It was only half full.  When we went back to the living room, Violet held it for me and just held it to my mouth when she thought I wanted a sip.

After another half hour of committee talk and fundraising planning, my stomach started to cramp hard.  I knew I had to go to the bathroom soon.  I did not know what to do.  My intestines were making it known that my body was not designed for the foods I put into it.  I mentally kicked myself.  It was the coffee that was doing it.  I was great at holding my poop until the end of the day, but I had never held it after holding it all night.  The ingestion of coffee just played merry havoc.

As a college student, I had a coffee ritual.  I would go to the on campus coffee shop and have one at about ten in the morning.  Once, I got the urge to poop at nine and after having a ten o’clock coffee I had to poop so urgently by 10:30, that I had to leave class early and run to my dorm to use the bathroom.  I barely made it and from then on out I never drank coffee if I had the urge to poop.  Since I had been holding it all night and for most of the morning, I was cramping pretty hard.

I bit my lip.  They droned on and on and suddenly I felt something move.  The poop was right at the edge of my butthole and I could feel it down there.  My butt was sore and the mass was trying to get out.  I didn’t know what to do.  I knew that big hamburger I had yesterday wanted to come out.  What I hadn’t counted on was the jalapenos I’d eaten.  I cramped up again and knew I was going to poop any minute.  I shifted to get to my knees so I could stand up and go to the toilet, but as soon as I got to that position I felt my sphincter give out and a hot mass of sludge deposited itself in my diaper.  As it touched my butthole, it burned.  I shifted uncomfortably to avoid the burning feeling when the poop mushed up in my diaper.

There was also a big smell.  All the ladies were looking at me.  I wanted the floor to swallow me up.  It was funny how that feeling was quite common the past four days.  Violet looked at me and even she wrinkled her nose.

“Beth, did you have an accident?” she asked me aloud.

The other ladies stared at me hard.  Violet stood up and pulled me too my feet.  I wanted to die.  “She doesn’t always make it to the bathroom,” she said.  “I’ll need to change her.”  She looked around and asked.  “Beth, where is your diaper bag?”

I thought about it and then remembered.  She left it on the couch at her house and we forgot all about bringing it.  I just stared at her because this was not the situation to blow my cover.

“We need to go,” said Violet.  “I forgot her diaper bag.  She has been incontinent since the accident.  I have to take her home to change her.”

April smiled.  “Well I think we covered most everything.  Will I see you at next month’s meeting?”

“Yes,” said Violet.

April looked at me.  “Don’t worry, Beth.  You are still welcome back.”

I smiled dumbly.  I felt like the retarded kid who pooped her pants.  I wanted out of there so I could get my butt clean.  Jalapenos and a dirty diaper didn’t feel good together.  I also wanted out of there so I could tell Violet off.

We finally got to the car and Violet had me sit in the passenger seat.  I got in and hovered above the seat.

“Beth you have to sit down so I can get your seatbelt on you.”

“But--,” I said.

“I know that it is gross, but it is just poop.  I’ll give you a bath and change you when we get home.”  She pushed me down and I landed with a flop onto the mushy poop.  It was bad before, but when I sat down it was a lot worse and poop squished clear up my butt crack and forward.  I knew I would have a mess if it crept into my womanly places.  I had to pee and I just left go if only to flush it out of there.  Peeing didn’t help my butt either.  It just spread the jalapeno taint further.

Violet got in and started driving away.

“I hope you are satisfied.  I am humiliated,” I told her.

“Don’t worry,” she said.  “We’ll get you changed.”

“I don’t care about being changed,” I said.  “I just want this treatment to stop.  I am not your baby and I am not going to act like a baby any longer.  In fact I am telling my probation officer to take me to jail.  At least there I can use a toilet.”

“Do you really feel that way?” she asked in a whine.  She looked close to tears.

“Yes,” I said.

She continued driving.  She swerved a few times and then pulled over into a McDonald’s parking lot.  She opened the door and left leaving me in the car in my stinking mess.

She left her cell phone in the car.  It was noon and I just felt gross.  I was a bit hungry too.  Still, I was glad that she didn’t take me in while in my condition.  I felt terrible though.  My bottom still burned and I knew I would have an awful rash.

She spent over a half an hour in the restaurant before she came out.  Her eyes were red and her shirt had splashes of water from where she’d been crying.  I sighed.  I wasn’t going to give in though.

She drove home and I waddled behind her into the house.  We entered the living room.  Jeff was lying on the couch reading a novel.  The diaper bag was sitting on the floor next to the couch.  It was as if it was in his way so he just put it on the floor.

“I thought you two would be at the ladies meeting,” he said.

“Beth forgot her supplies so we had to leave early,” she said.  “Beth, I am going to get your stuff ready,” she said.  She hurried upstairs.

I started to follow, but Jeff caught me by the arm.  “Sit next to me,” he said.  “I want to talk.”

“Do I have to sit?” I asked.

He sniffed and then realized I was messy.  “No you don’t have to sit.”  He sat and took me by my arms.  “I just want to thank you for what you are doing.  I thought it was strange that you were wearing diapers last night so I asked Violet what was going on.  She told me that you agreed to let her take care of you like a baby.  That was strange, but thing is, she is herself again.  In the two months before we brought you home, Violet spent twenty-three hours a day in bed.  She only ate when I forced her and she was basically a mess.  Medicine didn’t help.  She was depressed.  Now you are here and she gets up on time and she even went to that meeting.  She would have stayed home if you weren’t there with her.  Thank you so much for giving me my wife back.”

I stood in shock.  Did embarrassing me make all the difference.  No, she wasn’t getting off on making me feel like a fool.  She genuinely wanted a baby to care for and I was the only one available.  The fact that I was almost helpless made it all the more easy for her to want to baby me.

“You’re welcome,” I said.  I hoped it wasn’t too late to make amends to Violet.  I hurried upstairs and into the bathroom.  Violet was kneeling in front of the toilet trying to get the childproof LidLok off the toilet.

“Leave it on there,” I said.  “It is too late for me to use the toilet.”

“But you’ll need the toilet eventually,” she said.

“I’m your baby and I need you to give me a bath and put me in a clean diaper.”

She turned to me.  “I thought you said I humiliated you and you didn’t want to be my baby anymore.”

I felt guilty, but I didn’t want to drive her back to her depression.  I would wear diapers for the rest of my time with them if that is what it took.  “One of the hard parts of being a mother is having children throw temper tantrums.  It gets worse when they become teenagers if my childhood is an example.  I was just having a temper tantrum.  I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“It’s okay,” she said.  “Let’s get you out of that smelly diaper.”  She unhooked my overalls and lowered them to the floor.  She then opened my diaper and then unlocked the toilet lid.  She balled up the diaper and put it in the trash and then started to clean by butt with toilet paper.  “Wow, you really got a bad rash,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.  “Dirty diapers and jalapenos don’t mix.”

“Ah, that’s it.  Normally babies don’t eat jalapenos.  Your diet is slightly different than a real baby, so I promise I will change you as soon as you are dirty.”

“Thanks.”

She cleaned me enough for me to take a shower and I left her clean me.  I still felt dirty after the shower, but I thought a lot of that was psychological and due to the smell of the diaper in the trash.  I lay down on the floor and got ready for my diaper change.

She didn’t have any diapers for me.  She grabbed the pair of panties she had brought me off the vanity and left me lying on the towel.  She then returned with a thick diaper.  I got a generous coating of Desitin on my butt before getting my diaper put on.  She then dressed me in shorts and a t-shirt and led me down stairs to the living room.  I smiled at her.

“I’m going to cook something really nice for dinner.  Will you watch her while I do?” she said to Jeff.

“Sure,” he said.  He shrugged at me when she left.  “I don’t really think I can change your diaper,” he said.  “There are certain parts I shouldn’t see.”

I looked at the clock.  It was already two.  “I am sure I can hold it until dinner.”

“Good,” he said.

“So how come you are home during the day?” I asked.

“I don’t work Friday afternoons because I am on call during the week.”  He opened his novel and started to read.  I looked at the cover.  It was a science fiction novel.  I loved reading that kind of stuff.

“What are you reading?” I asked.  “Can I read it when you are done?”

“Listen, I am trying to read.  Do you want something to do?”

“I am sort of bored,” I admitted.

He took me by the hand into his den.  That was a room that Violet had made off limits to me.  Inside, book shelves line every wall.  “You can read anything you want.  Any time.”

I looked along the shelves and picked a book.  We returned to the living room and the two of us sat on the couch and read until dinner time.
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Re: The Surrogate Baby (Chapter 5 up: 12-15-2010)
« Reply #15 on: December 16, 2010, 02:37:02 am »

loved it , i can't wait till she calls her mommy!!!!
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« Reply #16 on: December 19, 2010, 11:16:24 pm »

Good chapters, looking forward to more.  Thanks.
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« Reply #17 on: December 20, 2010, 11:48:55 am »

Quite enjoyable, though it looks like Beth has moved from one  controlled relationship to another (albeit a bit gentler one). I would say both Beth and Violet need to heal.

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The Surrogate Baby: Chapter 6: I Can't Play With These Toys
« Reply #18 on: January 23, 2011, 04:42:03 am »

Sorry I took so long getting a new chapter out.  I have been busy.

CHAPTER SIX: I CAN’T PLAY WITH THESE TOYS

I had really gotten into the book by dinner time, but after we ate, I was quite busy getting another bath(my third that day) and getting ready for bed.  Before doing that, I just sat with Jeff watching TV until Violet came down and decided it was time for my bedtime.

I was tired out anyway, so I put up with getting a new diaper on and going to bed.  I closed my eyes and let sleep come.

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The next morning, I woke up and did my morning pee in my diaper.  I did not have to poop fortunately, since I pooped so publicly the day before.  I was glad I didn’t have to go now, but I knew it would happen again later.  I promised myself that I would poop my diaper while at Violet’s house so I wouldn’t have messy accidents when out in public.

“Good morning,” said Violet.

“Good morning,” I said.  I stretched and sat upright while Violet lowered the rail of my crib.  “What do you have planned today?”

“We’re just staying home,” she said.  “My magazine asked if I was ready to write articles again, so I will be on the computer all day.”  She helped me out of the crib.  “We’ll get you a bath first and then I’ll let you play.”

I smiled.  I looked forward to getting back into that book that Jeff had let me read.  They were in a spaceship and everything bad was happening and it didn’t look like they would survive.  It was the first book in the series, so I didn’t think that they would all die.  I still wanted to finish the book.  I even had dreams about it.

Violet helped me into the bath and washed me thoroughly.  “Your rash is still pretty bad,” she said.  “I wish we had your diaper bag with us when you had your accident.  You should have told me we forgot it.”

It did hurt quite a bit and I wasn’t too happy when I got home the day before, but now I was less happy.  The scrubbing hurt.  Before I yesterday, wetting the diaper felt warm and pleasant almost.  Now it irritated my skin.  “If I was a real baby, could have I told you we forgot the diaper bag?”

“I guess not,” she said.

“Or if I was really brain damaged from an accident?”

“Nor if that was true.  I am sorry we forgot it, but let’s worry about keeping your diaper dry.  Crawl into my study if you have an accident and we’ll get you changed as soon as possible.”

I splashed a bit in the water and sighed.  I looked forward to getting the casts off my arms and regaining the ability to use my fingers.  The casts came off in less than a week.  “What will the doctor say if I show up in diapers?” I asked.  I punctuated the remark with giggles.

“He will probably ask too many questions.  I will give you a break from diapers that day.  Except for then, you are going to be my baby.”  She reached down and tickled me, then finished scrubbing me.

When I was clean, she helped me on the floor for a diaper change.  She really smeared on the Desitin before she powdered me and closed my diaper.  I got put in a t-shirt and then she led me to the living room.  On the middle of the living room floor was a blanket covered with dolls and baby toys.  She sat me in the middle of the blanket and turned toward the door next to Jeff’s den.  “Remember,” she said.  “If you are the least bit wet or messy, I want you to come get me for a change.  Until then, play with the toys and be quiet.”

“Sure,” I said.  She closed her door and I immediately stood up and climbed on the couch.  The book Jeff let me have was on the cushion where I had left it.  I picked it up and began to read.

Violet sat in her study.  I mainly heard the clickety-clack of her keyboard, but occasionally she paused and swore or said it sounded stupid or something.  I tried to ignore her and continued to read the book.  The crew of the spaceship managed to win their battle, but the ship was damaged and the enemy had reinforcements coming.  I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t notice that Violet had left her office until I felt the book being snatched away.

“Babies can’t read,” Violet yelled.  She pulled me off the couch and sat me back down on the blanket.  “Now sit here and play with these toys until I get dinner fixed.”  She opened the cupboard at the bottom of the coffee table and put the book inside.

“Violet, I am an adult,” I said.  “I can wear diapers and use them, sleep in a crib, and let you bathe me, but I cannot sit here and play with these toys.”

“You are having baby food for lunch today,” she said.  “You will get the same for supper if I don’t see you playing with these toys when I get back.”

“Fine,” I said.  I picked up a doll and held it in my arms.  As soon as she left, I dropped the doll and went for my book.  I cursed when I couldn’t open the little cupboard because of my casts.  I picked up the doll and held it a while.  I wasn’t even sure what to do.  I had two older brothers and never did get into dolls.  My earliest toy experience that I could remember was pushing Tonka trucks around.  There were no Tonka trucks here, just dolls, a rattle, and a few plush bears.  There was also a plastic tea set.  With no tea or boiling hot water, I couldn’t play with the tea set, so I just held the doll.

I had to pee and without thinking, I let loose in my diaper.  I didn’t drink that much that day, so it was pretty strong and I knew that the wet diaper would irritate my skin.  However, I really didn’t want to get Violet and ask her for a change since she was so angry now.  I thought I could manage, but ten minutes later, my skin started to itch.  I hated the baby treatment.

I stood up and walked over to the kitchen.  I still had the doll, but I ignored it.  Violet was cooking something in the microwave and getting two jars of baby food ready.  I couldn’t see the labels, but one was a greenish paste, and the other looked yellowish.  I suppressed the urge to gag.  “Violet?”

She turned to me.  “I told you to play until lunch time,” she said.

I held up the doll.  “I was, but now I am wet and it is making my rash sore.  I would really like it if you changed me.”

“Okay,” she said.  She took me by the hand to my bedroom and made me lie on the floor.  She was quick doing her work, but she was gentle.  She put a lot of Desitin on me before diapering me.  “Does that feel better?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“It’s lunch time now,” she said.  “Let’s go eat.”  We went down stairs and she sat me in front of the baby food and then got stuff out of the microwave.  She had hot pockets and I just sat there as she ate them.  She didn’t even offer me a bite.  When she was finished, she sat in the chair beside mine and then spoon fed me the baby food.  I had to suppress my gag reflex to get the stuff down.  I don’t know how babies could stand to eat the stuff.

When I was done, she washed my face.  It needed it because she purposely missed while she fed me and I had baby food all over my face.  After the meal, she took me back to the living room and sat me on the blanket.  She then gave me a bottle.

I drank the bottle.  After I finished, I curled up on the blanket with the doll in my arms and took a nap.  I didn’t wake up until much later in the afternoon when the door opened.  I woke up and turned my head toward the front door.  It was Jeff.

“You look cute lying there like that,” he said.

I sat up and smoothed my t-shirt so it covered my diaper.  “Thanks.”

“So how was the book?” he asked.

I shrugged.  “It was fine until I got about three quarters of the way through and Violet found out I was reading instead of playing with these toys.”  I spread my arms out to indicate the toys on the blanket.  “You got to talk to her.”

He regarded me.  “Are you really okay with acting like a baby?”

I thought about it for awhile.  Jeff was offering me a chance to stop this whole baby thing.  However, there were Violet’s feelings to consider as well.  “I really do need help getting baths and getting dress, and I really don’t mind the diapers and even the baby food.  I know Violet needs someone to take care of so she can heal and I don’t want to take that away from her.  There is a limit to what I can endure and spending my probation playing with toys is not something one of them.  I don’t even know how to play with these toys.  I had all brothers and I played with trucks when I was little.  I am seriously considering going back to jail.  I can’t play with baby toys.”

Jeff thought for a minute.  “Okay,” he said.  “I will talk to her and get your access to books back.”  He left the room and went into the study.  The tapping of keys stopped and instead I heard them talking.

“She’s my baby.  She can’t read,” said Violet.

“Violet, you can’t treat her like this.”

“She agreed to be my baby,” she said.  “Ask her.”

“I did,” he said, “but I am really not convinced that she agreed because that is how she wants to be treated.  I think she lets you treat her like that because she feels guilty.”

“So what?” she said.  “I don’t care if she does it out of guilt or not.  She is my baby.  I already lost my real baby.  I don’t want to lose her too.”

“You can dress her up like a baby and treat her like one, but the woman is an adult.  She has the mind of an adult and no matter how you dress her or treat her, she will always have the mind of an adult.  You need to leave her a little bit of adulthood or she won’t let you treat her like your baby at all.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.  “She’s my baby.”

“So far.  She agreed to let you diaper her and bath her.  She even informed me that she is okay with you feeding her baby food.  I am a bit disturbed about that, but if she is okay with it, I guess we can live with that.  However, she was really upset about losing access to reading materials.  I gave her permission to read the books in my study and then you took them away from her.”

“I gave her toys to play with,” said Violet.

“She’s an adult.  Let her read,” he said.  “She told me she would rather go to jail than play with those toys.”

“So I lose my baby if I don’t let her read those awful books?” she said.  Her voice seemed sad through the door.

There was silence for a bit and then she said, “Okay.”  The door opened and they came out of the study and sat together on the couch.

“Beth,” said Violet, “I have decided to let you have that book back.”  She opened the little cupboard in the coffee table and pulled out the book and handed it to me.

I smiled and reached for it with both hands.  My casts prevented me from holding it properly, but I pressed both hands together to keep my grip on it.

“I caution you against reading it where company will see it or you will blow your cover.  Also, I don’t want to any arguing with me.”

“Deal,” I said.

I never did get to read the rest of my book that night.  Between supper time, bath time, and getting sent to bed, the rest of my evening was pretty busy.  I did catch up on reading the next day though.
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The Surrogate Baby: Chapter Seven: Messy in Public Again
« Reply #20 on: March 17, 2011, 12:15:05 am »

Wow.  I haven't worked on this since 1-23.  Sorry for the long break.

CHAPTER SEVEN: MESSY IN PUBLIC AGAIN

The next day I spent the morning in the living room as Violet sat typing away in her study.  I was almost through with the book and had gone into Eric’s office to find another one when Violet called my name.

“Beth, where are you?”

I put the book I finished back in its place on the shelf and came out.  “I’m just getting a book.”

“Well, you can read later.  Right now we got to go to town so I can talk to my editor.”  She carried my overalls and some socks and shoes.

I looked down.  I was a bit damp and thought I could use a change.  I also had to poop really bad and did not want a repeat of the last time I pooped.  “Can you change my diaper before we leave?”  I walked toward the couch and sat down.

She set the overalls, socks, and shoes next to me.  “Yeah, hold on and let me get you a clean diaper.”  She left the room.

While she was gone, I tried to poop myself.  I felt a pressure and knew I would have to go pretty soon, but no matter what I did, I could manage to mess myself.  I did manage to thoroughly flood myself before she came back.

“Lie down,” she commanded me when she returned.  I laid on my back and closed my eyes while she knelt in between my legs and slid a diaper under me.  The old diaper came off and then I shivered as the cold clammy feeling of Desitin was rubbed against my skin.  Soon I was packed into the new diaper and dressed in the overalls, shoes, and socks.  I sat up as soon as we were done and we headed for the door.

“Be sure to bring my diaper bag,” I said.  I watched to make sure the bag came with us as well as Violets purse and brief case.  I hoped this trip didn’t take long.  I wanted to get back before I had a messy accident.

The trip in the car was pretty much uneventful.  Violet was lost in thought and I just stared out the car window.  I wondered how long I could go on living like this.  It had been less than a week, and I had yet to be beaten.  A week was the longest that Peter had gone without beating me.  I wondered when Eric and Violet would start.  The only think I had really pushed was the issue with the book.  The car finally pulled into the parking lot of an office building and we got out.

“Now I got to talk to my editor in his office.  Can I trust you to sit in the lobby and stay out of trouble?”

I nodded.

“I didn’t hear you,” said Violet.

“Yes,” I said.

We walked inside.  The lobby was a pretty airy room with a seating area with leather chairs and a coffee table covered with magazines.  There was a large desk on the other side where a receptionist sat.  Violet pointed to one of the chairs.  “Sit down here.”  She walked to the desk.  “I here to see Jay Fourier,” she said to the receptionist.

“He’s expecting you,” said the receptionist.  “You can go right in.”

Violet left me alone, so I picked up one of the magazines and paged through it.  It was a science magazine.  I read through several articles including one about satellites.  I got halfway through the magazine when I realized that I couldn’t hold it much longer.  I had to poop and bad.  I decided that I couldn’t poop in the lobby of the building, so I stood up and walked to the receptionist’s desk.  “Where are the rest rooms?” I asked.

“Down the hall and to the left.”  She pointed the way.

I followed her directions and found a door that say Ladies.  I hurried inside and went into a stall.  I then reached up to undo the straps of my overalls and frowned.  I couldn’t get them undone.  The casts on my hands really wouldn’t let me get enough dexterity to undo them.  They weren’t metal loops like most overalls.  They were little plastic things that clicked into place.  To undo them, I would need to squeeze the plastic pieces together and slip them apart.  I couldn’t do it.  I thought about asking the receptionist, but that would be embarrassing.  I had to pee and poop really bad and I was afraid it would come out on its own.  Pooping would be really noticeable, but I could get away with peeing.  I relaxed my bladder and clinched my butt and wet myself.  That relieved some of the pressure, but I still had to poop pretty urgently.  I then washed my hands and hurried back to the lobby and retook my seat.

 I picked up another magazine and looked through it before Violet returned.  I looked up and saw her smile at me.  “I see you were behaving.”

I stood up and we walked out of the building together.  “What is next?” I asked.  My urge to poop made it hard to walk, but I finally made it back to the car.

“I thought we would eat out,” Violet said.

“Can’t we eat at the house?” I asked.

“Why do you not want to eat out?” she asked.

I was silent for a minute and I think I blushed.  “I have to poop really bad and I want a bath after I mess my diaper.”

“If we eat at home, we need to stop at the grocery store.  Besides Applebees is having lunch specials.  Just use your diaper and I will change you in the bathroom.”

I was trying my best to hold it as Violet drove toward the restaurant.  I knew I couldn’t hold for too long.  Even if I made it into the restaurant, I could hold it until we finished eating and Violet would want to change me in the nearest bathroom anyway.

“Please don’t make me poop in public again,” I begged.

“Use your diaper,” Violet said.  “If you do, we can stop at the mall and use the family bathrooms where there is more privacy.  After I change you, we can stop at Barnes and Noble and I will buy you a present.”  She looked hard at me as we headed toward the direction of Applebees and the mall.

I sighed and leaned over against the passenger door, so my butt was partially off the seat.  I didn’t even have to push that hard when I let go and emptied my bowels into my diaper.  I straightened up and felt the mess smear against my bottom as I basically sat on it.

It wasn’t as bad as last time.  Sure it smelled bad and I felt smoosh against my skin, but it didn’t burn.  Then again, my diet had been baby food instead of jalapeno-laced hamburgers, so I guess that is what made the difference.  It felt really warm.  I would not say it felt nice, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected.  I still wanted changed immediately.

Violet smiled at me when she smelled what I did.  We then pulled into the parking lot of the mall and she got me out of the car and handed me my diaper bag.  We walked into the mall in silence.  She held my hand and I just looked at me feet as we journeyed through the mall.  I could feel every eye staring at me.  I was waddling with a just-pooped-my-pants waddle.  I hoped this was worth the promised book at the book store.

When we arrived in the family restroom, Violet took me by the hand and led me to one of the single user restrooms.  Inside was both a large and small toilet and a changing table.  There was also a sink.

“Everyone was staring at me,” I hissed.

“You were looking at your shoes,” Violet said.  “No one really looked our direction.  She motioned me up onto the changing table.  It was really too small for me, but it was embedded in the counter.  It wasn’t a fold-down one that would break if I lay on it.

She made quick work of cleaning me.  Still, she used lots of toilet paper and several baby wipes before she was able to change me.  I knew I was cleaner, but I still wanted a bath.  I did get the new diaper on and we made it out of there quickly.  I was worried about the poopy adult diaper in the trash, but Violet threw a few wet paper towels on top of it.  No one would probably dig through the trash and everyone would probably assume it was a baby diaper in there.

We left and as promised, Violet took me to the book store. I quickly found a book about a girl in a spaceship that went on a 50 year journey that was time-diluted to be approximately 8 years, but then found out that faster than light travel had been invented after she left.  I looked forward to finding out what happened to her, but I had to wait until we finished eating.

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It didn’t really take that long to eat.  Violet did have to help me a little since my hands were still in casts.  I did have one rather embarrassing moment though.

A man my age at the next table over was staring at me.  He wore a fedora, so I thought his staring was even more creepy.  Did he notice my fat, diapered ass as I sat down?  I hoped not.  He was staring at my face, I thought.  “The man in the booth at your five o’clock is staring at me,” I whispered.

“You’re sitting down,” she said.  “He can’t see your diaper.”

I thought that was true, but it was still uncomfortable.  He stood up and I thought he and the girl he was sitting with were going to leave, but he came up to our table and stopped by.

“Pardon me,” he said.  “I noticed the stitches on your head and wondered if you had surgery lately.”  He took off his hat and revealed he had similar scars.  I just stared dumbly, then played it up a bit by drooling.  He didn’t seem to mind.  “I had a brain tumor removed recently.  I lead a support group for survivors of brain cancer.  Are you interested?”

I had to give some excuse.  However, I didn’t really want to deal with him.  I gave Violet a pleading look.

“I’m sorry,” said Violet.  “My niece was in an accident and really can’t function by herself anymore.  She suffered from brain damage.”

“I’m sorry,” said the guy.  He left.  After that incident, we left.

I started reading my book in the car and then laughed a bit.

“What’s so funny?”asked Violet.

“I was thinking back to when I lived at home.  I was a late bloomer and didn’t get potty trained until I was four.  My mother had to resort to rewarding me with toys when I used the potty.  It seems like you are doing the opposite: rewarding me when I used my diaper.”

Violet smiled.  “We aren’t really going to make a habit of rewarding you every time you mess yourself.  I only got you to do it this time because last time was such an awful experience.”

“Oh,” I said, a bit disappointed.  “Well, it wasn’t as bad as last time.  I still don’t like it.”

“Well, maybe next time you will be at home when you mess yourself.”

Oh great, I though, there is going to be a next time.
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Re: The Surrogate Baby (Chapter 8 up: 1-16-2012)
« Reply #23 on: January 16, 2012, 04:56:19 pm »

Sorry for necrobumping, but I wanted to add a chapter.

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE BABYSITTER

Over the next few days Violet got more work done for her magazines.  A few times we even went on road trips for a certain bit of research she had to do.  One day, Violet got me up and dressed again.

She dressed me in pink pants and a black baby doll t-shirt.  The design was a variation of three wolf moon design, the classic t-shirt with a moon and three wolves on it.  I always thought shirts like that were cheesy.  Peter wore one.  However, this one had three images of a young man with no shirt.

“What’s with this guy on this t-shirt?” I asked.  “Usually it is a wolf on t-shirts like this, not a Chippendale’s dancer.”

“Jacob is a werewolf,” said Violet.  “Besides, we are going to April Luther’s house for a committee meeting and Mabel’s niece will be there.  She’s sixteen and loves Twilight, so she will like your shirt.”

“I am wearing this shirt to impress a high school girl?” I asked.

“Yes, you are,” said Violet.  She almost pulled me down the stairs and outside toward the car.

“Great.”

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After the car trip, I really had to pee.  I wasn’t wet when I woke up.  I had wet before Violet changed me for bed and I didn’t wake up until Violet woke me.  We got to April Luther’s house and I almost had to stop and cross my legs three times before we made it up the sidewalk to the door.  Carrying my bulky diaper bag wasn’t helping.

Violet rang the doorbell and April Luther answered.  “Oh hi, Violet,” she said.  “Everyone else is already here.”  She smiled at me.  “And Beth, you are always welcome.  I see you brought your supplies.”

I tried not to blush, but only lost my concentration on my bladder.  I was wetting full force into my diaper.  I looked like a fool with my obvious diaper bulge that was growing larger and carrying an actual diaper bag that held my replacements.  Violet pulled me by the arm into the house.  We went into the living room into the crowd of women getting ready for their meeting.

“I made it again,” said Violet.  She took a seat on the couch and smiled.

I sat on the floor in front of her and looked down.  No one said anything about my wet diaper, so I thought no one noticed that I’d wet myself again.  I hoped that would remain the case all though I doubted it.

While the women were discussing committees and meeting minutes, I looked around for Mabel’s sixteen-year-old niece.  However, I saw her nowhere.  Instead, I sat there bored.  It didn’t help that the clock still hadn’t been wound.  It sure does feel like time stands still when the hands on a clock are not actually moving.

After about an hour April finally finished her talk.  “With that, we will adjourn to the kitchen for refreshments.”

The ladies started to mill into the kitchen.  I got up to follow them, but Violet tapped me on the shoulder.  “Beth, do you need a change?”

Some of the ladies looked at me and I looked at my shoes again.  She had said it loud enough for everyone to hear.  To make matters worse, she put her hand in my pants to check.

“April, is there a place where I can change her real quick?”

“You can change her in the bedroom.”

I waddled a bit as I followed Violet into the bedroom.  I knew everyone knew the reason and it really embarrassed me, but what else could I do.  At least Mrs. Luther and the other ladies didn’t make fun of me.

I laid down on the bed and let Violet pull my pants off.  “You pretty much announced to everyone that I was wearing diapers.”

“Beth, they already knew.”  She pulled out a diaper and set it beneath me and started to untape my wet diaper.  “You made it obvious last time when you messed yourself.”  She then begin to clean me with wipes.

Suddenly, the door opened.  A teenager stood in the threshold and just started to stare at me.  I wanted to die.  After an uncomfortable moment, the girl spoke.  “I’m Mabel’s niece.  I just wondered if you needed help.”

Violet smiled.  “Not now,” she said.  “We’ll be done in a bit.”

My face burned and I had to have turned pretty red because when the door shut again, Violet frowned at me.  “If you really did have brain damage, you wouldn’t be blushing so hard.”  She closed the clean diaper on me and started to tape it up.

“Well I guess so, but I am still embarrassed by the diapers,” I said.

“I suppose so,” she said.  “Well, it’s time for treats,” she said.  I stood up and let her tug my pants up and button them.

We went out to the kitchen again and followed Violet to the table.  There were plates of cookies, and some pie.  There was also coffee.  I really missed coffee a lot, so I reached for a cup and started to pick it up.

“I think we’ll just have milk today, Beth.”  She took the cup from my hand and replaced it with a cookie.

Mrs. Luther quickly brought me a plastic cup filled with milk.  “There you go, sweetie.”

I took the proffered mug, at that point just happy it was not a sippie cup.  Violet directed me to a chair at another table toward the back door.  In the chair next to me was the teen girl that invaded my diaper change.

“You must be Beth,” she said.  “I’m Lillie.”

I ignored her and started to eat my cookie.

“Don’t mind her rudeness,” said Violet.  “She has a head injury and is still non-verbal.”

“I thought so.  Aunt Mabel told me that she acts like a toddler and I saw she needs diapers.  She must be bored to death of these meetings Aunt Mabel has.”

“It is pretty hard for her to sit still.”

“I’ll watch her for you during the rest of the meeting.”  She smiled.  “We’ll be right in the other room and I’ll get you if it is anything I can’t handle.”

I turned to Violet and stared daggers at her, but she ignored me.  “I suppose it will be okay,” she said.

“Great,” said Lillie.

I wanted to scream but instead I just crammed the rest of the cookie into my mouth.  After I swallowed, I quickly downed my milk.  I was not
happy about being put in a room with a highschooler who knew I was diapered.  However, I couldn’t even protest, or I’d blow my cover.

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After refreshments, Lillie wasted no time in taking me to the other room.  The other room was the bedroom I had my diaper change in.  My diaper bag still lay on the bed and it was open.  Lillie noticed it right away.

She climbed on the bed and went through the diaper bag.  She pulled out diapers, Desitin, and, and bottles of powder.  She even pulled out my novel I was reading.  I was angry now.  I reached for the book and tried to grab it from her hand.

“Hey careful there,” she said.  She pulled the book out of my reach.”

My only resort was to do my fake cry.  I felt stupid, but it worked.  In no time her demeanor changed.

“It’s okay,” she said.  “You like books?  How about I read you a story?”

I stopped crying.

She shoved my stuff back in the diaper bag and put it on the floor.  She then pulled me up beside her on the bed and then grabbed a back pack from the night stand and went through it until she found a book.

“I know you like Twilight from your shirt.  Maybe we can jog your memory a bit if I read it to you again.”  She smiled.  “I have to warn you.  I am a Team Edward girl and you know he ends up with Bella instead of Jacob.”

I stared blankly at her.  I did not have to fake that blank stare.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  She didn’t seem to mind and instead started to read to me.

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Violet came in and smiled at me.  “So do you need a change?”

“I checked her earlier and she wasn’t really that wet,” said Lillie.  I still had resented that invasion, but it wasn’t as bad as a full diaper change.

“Oh, good,” she said.  She picked up my diaper bag and I followed her to the car.

“Goodbye Beth,” said Mrs. Fletcher.  “Come back again.”

I smiled at her.  I so wanted to have the humiliation end.

“We’ll be back next time,” said Violet.  She buckled me in the passenger seat and went around to drive.  We pulled out of the neighborhood while I sat in silence.

“How do you like Lillie?  I understand she read you a story.”

I opened my mouth to speak.  There was a lot I wanted to complain about today.  First, I was humiliated, a high school girl babysat me, violated my diaper bag, and put her hand in my pants, but I could only complain about the most egregious item.

“Vampires do not sparkle.”
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Re: The Surrogate Baby (Chapter 9 up: 1-16-2012)
« Reply #24 on: January 16, 2012, 07:01:57 pm »

Fascinating.  Breakneck pace initially, but it settled into a nice rhythm once Violet and her husband tag-team guilted Beth into more complete acceptance of her role.

I must say, I'm glad I picked up the story just now.  I'd be exceedingly frustrated waiting over a year between updates...
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