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Re: A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)
« Reply #28 on: September 28, 2021, 08:28:11 PM »
This story is really great.  I love the slow burn.


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Re: A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)
« Reply #29 on: October 02, 2021, 06:23:48 PM »
Thanks, SissyShellyDC. After my previous stories, I wanted to explore the sort of buildup to regression that I love so much in other works. I wasn't sure if the pacing of this story was going to be a bit slow for some, but I'm glad people are enjoying it. 


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« Reply #30 on: October 04, 2021, 06:36:15 PM »
CHAPTER EIGHT--EXPOSED TO LAUREN

        Michael stammered. How was he supposed to answer that? How could he even answer that? It was evidently clear to anyone who could see him exactly what had happened. Instead, he just stared down at the floor in shame and nodded. Tears soon began to well up in his eyes, and before Michael knew it,  he was sobbing in a wet pull-up in front of his biggest crush.
        “I didn’t mean to . . . ” He whispered to Lauren weakly, continuing to avoid looking directly at her. “I tried to ask for a hall pass from Ms. Featherford, but when she said no I . . . I . . . *sniffle* . . . I tried to hold it okay? It wasn’t my fault...it was an accident!”
        He expected Lauren to act disgusted, but instead he got an entirely different response.
        “Oh Mikey, how terrible! I am so, so sorry that happened!” Lauren responded empathetically. She reached out and put one arm on his shoulder in a gesture of pity. “It wasn’t right for her to deny you a hall pass like that. You must have really had to go, huh? I’m sure we’ve all been there at some point. It’s not your fault. You just couldn’t make it.”
        Her words helped Michael, who was by now a weeping mess, very little. He wanted attention from Lauren, but not this kind of attention. How was she supposed to see him as a real man, or even a potential love interest, when he was standing in the halls in a pair of wet pants, being talked to like a four year old still being potty trained? He got enough of that at home from his mother.
        Even still, her touch admittedly felt somewhat comforting; and after weeks of being scooped up in Melissa’s arms whenever he was upset, Michael was starting to grow much more dependent on this kind of physical intimacy than he felt comfortable with. As he stood there sobbing with Lauren’s arm around his shoulder, he couldn’t help but think about how much he needed his mother’s warm lap.
        “I . . . I want my mommy!” Michael suddenly blurted out. As soon as the words left his mouth, he instantly covered it in shock.
        Lauren gave him a side-eyed glance for a second, barely believing what she just heard. Eventually, she just shook her head and chuckled.
        “Your mommy? Um, alright I guess.”
        It was not polite to laugh, and Lauren knew it, but she really couldn’t figure out any other way to respond. He was clearly upset about the whole situation, and despite her amusement, the nurturing part of her still hated seeing him so emotionally distraught. She took one of his hands in hers and held it firmly.
        “I don’t know if there’s anything your, um . . .  ‘Mommy’ can do for you right now sweetheart, but maybe I can take you to the nurse and we can get you into a nice clean pair of pants. I’ll need to let Ms. Featherford know we’ll be gone for a few minutes, but don’t worry, I won’t let anybody else know. This’ll be our little secret.”
        Michael wanted to object and tell Lauren that there was no need for that, since he was clearly capable of walking to the nurse’s office by himself, but before he knew it she had already run inside to inform the teacher of what had happened. For about two agonizing minutes, he stood there crying with his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the damp spots on his pants as he thought about the extremely embarrassing conversation about him that was probably happening inside the classroom. Eventually, Lauren emerged from the classroom carrying the very same hall pass that had been denied to him just a few moments earlier.
        “Cheer up silly, it was just an accident!” She teased him lightheartedly. “Accidents happen sometimes. It’s no big deal, really! Now come on, let’s get you to the nurse so we can get you out of those smelly pee-pee pants.”
        Lauren grabbed Michaels arm and began dragging him in the direction of the nurses office. She didn’t give him much of a choice, really. Michael began to wonder if she saw him the same way that everybody else was beginning to, like some sort of small child that needed to be taken care of. He certainly didn’t feel like a big kid being treated like this by a girl his age. The unfairness of it all made him seethe with anger, but with no appropriate outlet for his outrage, it all just internalized and fed into the constant stream of tears running down his cheeks. He needed someone to comfort him. Someone to hold him. Someone to kiss him on the forehead and tell him that it would all get better. He needed . . .
        “M . . . Mommy. I want my Mommy,” Michael once again found himself muttering. Lauren rolled her eyes at the small boy, but on some level she understood.
        “You always have been a momma’s boy, haven’t you?” she teased. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute how you two are so close. I can call her if you really want me to. Do you need me to give her a ring?”
        This just upset Michael even more. If his mother arrived and saw him in his wet pants and pull-ups, he was sure he’d have to put up with yet more childish humiliations in the near future.
        “No!” he yelled out, desperate to avoid such a situation.
        Lauren looked puzzlingly at the sobbing boy. Her gaze moved up and down the length of his body, taking in the sight of every stray tear drop and bead of snot dangling from his face. He really did look like some kind of oversized toddler.
        “No? Why are you crying about wanting your mommy then? Is there something going on, Michael? You’ve been acting so strange lately. If something’s wrong, you know you can tell me anything, right? I just want to help you. You’re like a little brother to me.”
        Still sobbing, Michaels looked around to make sure nobody was nearby. He leaned in close to Lauren and whispered softly. “Can...can you keep a secret?”
        His eyes looked up and met Lauren’s, and she was looking down at him with nothing but warmth on her face. “I promise I won’t tell anyone, baby. What’s troubling you so much?”
        “My Mommy, I mean my Mom, well, she has me on this weird new therapy program where she . . . um . . . she holds me . . . and we cuddle whenever I get sad. I absolutely hated it at first, but after a while, it actually started to make me feel better. I even started looking forward to it. Oh God, this is so weird to admit to someone. I have no idea why, but whenever I feel bad letting her hold me just makes me feel more . . . um . . . ”
        “Comfortable?” Lauren interjected.
   â€œYeah,” he replied nervously. “You don’t think I’m some kind of freak, do you?”
        Lauren clicked her tongue and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Oh, Mikey, no! I don’t think you’re a freak at all! If anything it makes a lot of sense to me. We all need someone to hold onto sometimes. I’m sure when you spend time on your Mommy’s lap, it makes you feel loved and safe, that’s all. Take my little sister for example. Whenever she gets upset, my Mom just holds onto her for a little while and tells her everything is going to be fine. And then everything is fine, because mothers always know how to cheer their little ones up! It’s like, a weird superpower that comes with being a mommy or something.”
        It was a better answer than Michael expected. But even still, being compared to Lauren’s little sister was a blow to his ego. He frowned.
        “Lauren, your sister is six years old. I’m a sophomore in high school!” 
        “Doesn’t mean you have to stop being your mommy’s little cuddlebug! I bet you’re just as cute as my sister is when you start to get pouty and your mommy just scoops you up on her lap. It’s not like you’d be too hard to carry, either. What are you, like 80 lbs? Anyway, I already said I’m not judging you, Mikey. I just think it’s an adorable picture, that’s all. You already said you like it, so why fight it if it’s what you need?”
        What I need, he thought with a shudder. It was true, at this point he did need it, and as much as that fact embarrassed him to no end, he would not be able to calm down until he got exactly what he needed.
        Sensing his distress, Lauren once again grabbed hold of his hand and rubbed it tenderly. “You’re really upset right now, aren’t you?”
        He nodded.
        “Well,” said Lauren in a near-whisper, “If it’ll make you feel better, or at least better enough to stop crying, maybe you’d like it if I held you instead?”
        Chills suddenly went down Michael’s spine. His entire being wanted nothing more than to respond with an emphatic  “yes”. And yet, after what he just admitted, would giving yet another woman a glimpse into this aspect of his being really help him in the long run? Lauren didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she changed course and dragged the sobbing boy off to a remote hallway, which contained a side entrance to the school’s pool and a few ancient, worn out vending machines. She opened the entrance to the pool and led him inside. Thankfully, the pool was usually empty this time of day, so for now at least, they would have plenty of privacy. 
        Lauren surveyed the perimeter when they entered the pool area. Sure enough, the coast was clear. She yanked a towel off of a lifeguard’s chair and ushered Michael up a nearby pair of stairs, eventually leading him to an empty set of bleachers overlooking the pool. Next thing Michael knew, she was sitting down and placing the towel onto her lap. Her left hand began to pat the towel, playfully inviting him onto it.
        “Um, Lauren . . . You don’t have to do this. Really, I’ll be fine. Can’t we just take care of my pants first?”
        “C’mon silly! There’s nobody else here, so you don’t have to be scared of anything. Just let me hold you for a bit. You’ll feel better in no time, I promise.”
        Michael looked around the pool nervously in all directions. Indeed, no one was there. Before he could make a decision, however, he was already feeling the gentle tug of Lauren’s arm leading him closer to her body. Unable to resist being herded like a sheep, especially by the woman he so dearly had a crush on, he put up no resistance as Lauren carefully lowered him onto her lap, where he wordlessly adjusted himself so he could be more comfortable.
        The two of them remained seated there for a few minutes, uninterrupted. Lauren, being the experienced caretaker she was, gave Michael plenty of time to ease into the feeling of being held by her, and began lovingly holding him like the child in need of comforting he was. Almost as quickly as he seemed to calm down, however, a flurry of mixed emotions hit Michael. 
        “What am I doing?” he muttered morosely. “I’m a sophomore this year. I’m supposed to be a big kid, but here I am in a pair of wet pants letting my best friend soothe me like I’m some kind of upset pre-schooler.”
        Lauren just laughed. “My, my! You’re a sulky one today, you know that? Just relax! I said you’re fine, nobody here is judging you except for yourself.”

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« Reply #31 on: October 04, 2021, 06:46:07 PM »
        Michael thought about it for a second and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t feel much better, but the least he could do was savor the moment. He leaned back and rested his back into her shoulder.
        “And besides”, Lauren added with a jovial boop on his nose, “I don’t think most people who are that concerned with appearing mature would refer to themselves as a big kid, do you?”
        Michael couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit at that remark. The mood thankfully did seem to lighten up as Michael spent more and more time on her lap, learning to savor the newfound relationship he had with his long time friend. Lauren seemed to enjoy it as well, although she spent most of her time staring down at Michael’s woefully youthful figure, trying to figure out exactly why she liked taking care of him so much. It’s not like she wanted to disrespect or demean him in any way, but there was something about Michael that always made him feel more like a younger sibling to her than a normal fifteen year-old friend. He just didn’t seem like the other boys. The more she thought about her past with him, the more she began to realise that she may have really just enjoyed taking care of him more than they enjoyed any real friendship. Subconsciously, had she always known that he was just the meek, needy little boy who was sitting on her lap at this very moment? He was always so vulnerable. So weak. So small. It almost made her feel guilty to think about it, but she truly was beginning to realise that not only was this the real him, but even more strangely, it was exactly why she enjoyed being around him so much.
        As Michael continued to rest on Lauten’s lap, she suddenly got a wonderful idea. Being extra careful not to alarm him, she sneakily reached into her nearby purse and pulled out her cell phone. Lauren’s face was caked with delight as she held the phone up high and smiled for the camera, making sure to aim it precisely so Michael’s adorable face was center-frame below hers. With a barely audible snap, this moment would now be hers forever.
        Wow, Lauren thought. He didn’t even notice me reaching for my phone. He really must be enjoying this.
        It was at that exact moment that Michael’s newfound bliss would evaporate, however. Just as Lauren went to put her phone back into her purse, the movement of her legs shifted Michael’s positioning ever so slightly. This had the immediate side effect of sliding his pants down just enough so that the fluffy white top of his pull-up was now peeking above the waistline of his trousers. Lauren squinted her eyes when she noticed the white training pants come into view. She may not have been a mother, but she had enough experience watching her sister to know what that looked like.
        “Um, Mikey?” She whispered softly, jolting him back to reality. His eyes opened and he looked back up at her, clearly surprised by his return to earth.
        “What is it Lauren?” He asked her innocently.
        “I don’t mean to be rude, but can I ask you kind of a personal question?”
        Michael hesitated. “I guess?”
        She pulled her face closer to him so that her mouth was only centimeters away from his ear. For a brief moment, she herself hesitated to speak, giving Michael a few moments to absorb every sultry breath she took. Hot air reverberated throughout his ear drum when she finally began to whisper, sending a wave of ecstasy down Michael’s spine, and furthermore, causing his tiny pen-is to jostle hungrily in its cage.
        “How long have you been wearing diapers, little boy?” she teased him.
Despite wanting to help Michael feel better, she was powerless to stop herself from embarrassing him at least a little bit. She knew full well that he had a crush on her, and after seeing him this vulnerable, a small part of her wanted to see him squirm.
        This made Michael incredibly embarrassed. “Th -- Th -- The --” He began stammering, unable to find words amidst his mixture of horniness and shame.
        Lauren was absolutely relishing in her newfound power over the small boy. With her face still inches from his, she moved her arm down to his pants and pulled her hand through the front of his waistband. Her hand then began to caress the soft, fluffy material, which had a texture that was unmistakable.
        “Th -- They’re not diapers, okay? They're pull-ups,” Michael finally spat out. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
        “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything that embarrassing,” she assured him. “Still . . . you gotta admit, you’re lucky you had these on. Otherwise you’d be one wet little boy.”
        By now, Michael was beginning to shake. He didn’t know why it felt so good to be teased like this by his crush, to feel control slip so thoroughly out of his hands, yet somehow it all just made him feel even worse about his current predicament. “Please don’t call me a little boy, Lauren. I’m the same age you are,” he pleaded with her meekly.
        Lauren rolled her eyes and giggled at his adorable protest. “Whatever you say, big man!” she responded sarcastically, patting the front of his wet pull-ups for emphasis. Now that he was done crying, she figured now was as good of a time as any to wrap things up. “What do you say we take you to the nurse now and get those big boy pants taken care of?”
        Suddenly, Michael felt himself being pushed onto his feet by Lauren, who quickly grabbed her things and pulled him in for a hug. She surprised him by also giving him a light kiss on the cheek, giggling when Michael inevitably blushed.
        “Feel better? I honestly enjoyed that a lot. I can see why your Mommy loves cuddling with you so much. You’re a very well behaved little boy,” Lauren cooed. She extended her hand and offered it to Michael, now finally heading off to bring him to the nurses office.
        The trip to the nurse’s office was just as embarrassing as Michael had feared. Lauren, of course, insisted on holding his hand the whole way there. When they eventually did arrive, Michael was glad that Lauren was willing to do all of the explaining necessary to the school nurse, saving him the embarrassment of needing to utter the phrase “I wet my pants” to anyone else today. He was a bit concerned about how happy she looked when she bent down to whisper his plight into the nurse’s ear, but the nurse’s response was about as neutral as he could hope for.
        “It’s alright, hun. It happens to the best of us.” The nurse responded casually. “Let me just grab you some clean clothes and we’ll get this all taken care of.”
        She got up from her desk and returned moments later with a pair of grey sweatpants as well as a pair of plain white underwear. “Just go slip these on in that bathroom over there and hand me your wet clothes when you’re done. By tomorrow we’ll have them nice and dry, and you can just come right back down here and pick them up, okay?”
        Michael nodded nervously, anxious to make sure the other kids in the nurse's office were not listening in on their conversation. He grabbed the clothes and carried them into the bathroom, where he wasted no time slipping out of his wet pants and pull-up. Before changing into the new clothes, he then discarded the wet pull-up into a small trash can that sat on the floor. In order to cover up his tracks, he would need to hide the pull-up somehow, so he grabbed a handful of paper towels and stuffed it into the trash can as well, taking time to make sure that it covered the pull-up entirely so that no one else who entered the bathroom would see it. Satisfied with himself, he quickly stepped into the plain pair of Fruit of the Loom underwear and pulled it up his legs, followed by the pair of sweatpants. When he finally exited the restroom, he was carrying only his pair of wet trousers, which he bunched up in an attempt to hide his shame.
        “All done then?” the nurse called out as he left the bathroom, extending her arms to collect his wet clothes. With a blank expression, he handed them over before putting his hands back in his pockets. Thankfully, the only other student besides Lauren in the office that day seemed to be glued to his phone and not paying much attention. Michael sighed with relief.
        His relief, sadly, would not last long. “Alright, now give me your underwear.” The nurse suddenly demanded, which sent Michael into a panic looking for an excuse.
        “Um, I --”
        He looked over at Lauren, who returned his gaze with an expression that made it clear she was trying her hardest to fight back a smile. Michael shifted his feet nervously and bowed his head.
        “I’m sorry, but I didn’t wear any underwear today.”
        This response made the Nurse roll her eyes. “Ugh, of course you didn’t. Boys your age can be so filthy sometimes. In the future you may want to start doing that, young man. Especially if you want to keep your pants clean.”
        “Good luck with that!” The other student interjected from his bed across the room. Apparently he had been paying attention after all. Lauren raised her fist angrily and made a face at him.
        “Maybe you should stay out of things that don’t concern you.” She barked at him, which only made the occupied student shrug in response. Michael’s face began to grow red at the attention he was now receiving, and without thinking about it, he found himself moving behind Lauren to use his body as a shield. This did not go unnoticed by Lauren. She put her arm around him and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.
        “Don’t worry Mikey, I won’t let anyone be mean to you.”
        This only embarrassed him more, but before he had a chance to say anything about it, Lauren was saying her goodbyes to the nurse and dragging him back to class. When they arrived back at Ms. Featherford’s, she was furious. She demanded an explanation of why they had been gone for so long. Thankfully, ever the gifted storyteller, Lauren was able to think of a crafty excuse that explained away where all the time had gone; all without mentioning the decent length of time her and Michael had spent together cuddling on the pool bleachers. It was a good enough excuse for their teacher, apparently, because instead of getting angry and writing them up, she instead just sent them back to their seats in a huff. Although they would both need to do a make-up quiz at some point, Michael was just happy he wouldn’t need to face the prospect of an undeserved detention.


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« Reply #32 on: October 04, 2021, 06:56:03 PM »
        The rest of the school day went by pretty normally. When Michael got home, he was anxious to return to his room and slip into a fresh pull-up before his mother would notice anything strange. He approached the door and knocked carefully, prepared to make a mad dash before his mother could suspect anything. It would be very awkward to run past his mother, but he figured it was better than the alternative of her figuring out he was no longer wearing his pull-up. This would be so much easier if she just let me have a key, He thought glumly as he waited.
        A few seconds later the door began to open. Melissa stood in the entrance with her arms extended, prepared to give her precious little boy a hug. “Hello sweetie! How was --”
        “Hi mom, gotta run real quick!” Michael cut her off, running full speed towards the stairs and ignoring her open armed gesture. However, he was quickly caught off guard when he noticed something new blocking his path. At the bottom of the stairs sat a brand new child safety gate, which went up about half the length of Michael’s body. He hesitated for a second before shrugging it off and attempting to climb over it, but it stalled him for just enough time that Melissa easily caught up to him and placed her arms around his chest, lifting him up and bringing him back down to her level.
        “What the devil are you doing, Michael? You’re going to hurt yourself!” She tactfully scolded him. Melissa could not stay angry with him long, however, and soon she was ruffling his hair with a playful smile. “See, baby? This is exactly why I had this new safety gate installed. You can’t just run up and down the stairs like that all willy-nilly, or one of these days you’re going to fall and break something. Besides, don’t you know it’s rude not to properly greet your mommy?”
        Her grip on Michael was borderline suffocating. Because he was much shorter than her, he could only stand there and wince while her large breasts rubbed and pressed up against his face. Melissa, however, seemed oblivious to this, and continued holding on to him like she hadn’t seen him in months.
        “Sorry Mommy . . . I was just in a bit of a hurry, that’s all.” Michael tried to explain.
        “Aw, well I don’t see why you can’t take a few moments to let your mommy see her little sugarplum after his long day of school. You know how much I miss you every day.”
        Melissa bent down and gave Michael a long wet kiss on the forehead. When she pulled away, Michael started blushing. This distracted him for long enough that he hardly even noticed when Melissa went to stick one of her fingers down the front of his pants. 
        “What’s this?!” Melissa gasped suddenly. She quickly undid Michael’s pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing the pair of underwear he had received from the nurse’s office. “Honey, what happened to your pull-ups?  You know you’re not supposed to take them off without mommy’s permission. Did something happen today that you’re not telling me?”
        The color immediately drained from Michael’s face. As much as he wanted to avoid this exact situation, his worst fears were now playing out before his eyes. He tilted his head downward and shuffled from foot to foot in shame.
        “You’re right mommy”, He mewed. “My teacher wouldn’t give me a hall pass when I needed to go to the bathroom. I tried to hold it, I really did . . . but . . . but . . . ”
        “Oh no, darling! You wet yourself didn’t you?”, Melissa interjected. Michael looked away and nodded his head shamefully.
        “I’m so sorry honey, that had to be so embarrassing for you. Still, you do realize this just proves that you need to be wearing your protection, right? What would happen if you wet yourself again right now? It’d just be a huge mess for mommy to clean up, and we certainly can’t have that,” Melissa sighed. “I guess I can’t be too mad at you. It’s hard for a little one like you to control themselves after all, and as your Mommy, I definitely should have seen this coming. From now on, I guess I’ll have to send you to school with more pull-ups just in case.” This “solution” to today’s problems just made Michael even more upset. 
        “Mommy, no! You can’t do that!” he spat out defensively. “It’s already bad enough that you make me wear them, but you can’t send me to school with extra pull-ups. What if one of my bullies opens up my backpack and sees them? My life would be over! People already treat me like some kind of little kid. If anyone saw those, I’d be the laughing stock of the entire school! Please, just let me have my normal underwear back. This will never happen again, I promise!”
        “Oh stop whining!” Melissa responded dismissively. “It’s really not that big of a deal. Lots of children your age have issues with making it to the bathroom. If it really bothers you that much, I’ll just give a couple to the school nurse and you can go change there if you ever have another accident. In the meantime, I really don’t think that you should be walking around without your protection, especially given what happened today.”
        Michael clenched his fists and looked down at the floor in anger. He wanted to argue with her, but he had no idea what he could say to change her mind. In her eyes, his accident at school had proved her right about his pull-ups all along; never mind the fact that if he wasn’t so embarrassed to use the bathroom he wouldn’t have wet himself in the first place.
        “Now”, Melissa continued, “are you going to be a good little boy and let mommy put your training pants back on, or is Mommy going to have to punish you for being difficult? Either way, you’re going to end up wearing them, so I advise you to choose wisely.”
        “Fine . . . whatever. I’ll wear them I guess.”
        “Yes, you will,” Melissa replied sternly as she walked over to the child safety gate and began to unfasten it. “And you’re going to do so with a better attitude as well. I know today must have been difficult, but that’s no excuse to be upset with your Mommy. You need to learn that Mommy knows best and that things will go much smoother if you just trust me. Now come along honey, let’s get that cute little bottom of yours into a fresh pull-up.”
        Melissa grabbed hold of Michael’s hand and began dragging him up the stairs, where he followed meekly and defeatedly behind her, until they eventually reached his bedroom. Almost immediately after being dragged inside, Michael found himself standing in front of Melissa and being ordered to remove his pants and underwear. Michael reluctantly followed her commands. Now naked except for his shirt, he was taken through the familiar (and not to mention humiliating) ritual of stepping into a new brightly colored pull-up, which Melissa cheerfully held out for him, and then having her slide it up his legs while humming a catchy little tune to herself.
        For some reason, pretty much as soon as Michael felt the pull-up slide into place, Melissa’s mood seemed to improve ten-fold. Her neutral, businesslike expression slowly gave way to a warm, comforting grin. She wrapped Michael in for a big, motherly hug, and with her free hand she tenderly patted the seat of his pull up.
        “There baby, now you can stay nice and dry if you have another accident”, she cooed in an infantilizing voice, which made Michael feel even more uncomfortable. He was then briefly relieved when he saw Melissa pick up the pair of sweatpants off the ground, expecting her to put them back on him, but quickly became confused when she instead folded them up and threw them in his hamper.
        “Given your protests a moment ago, I don’t think you should wear any pants for the rest of the day, at least until I can trust that you won’t try to take off your pull-up,” Melissa explained, which just about made Michael want to die of embarrassment. He would spend the rest of the night in a self-conscious state of vulnerability. Melissa would not admit this to him directly, but she thought it was absolutely adorable to watch him scamper around in just a shirt and a pull-up, meekly looking down at himself whenever he thought nobody was looking, only to grow red-faced and somehow even more coy when he finally noticed Melissa gazing at him with a swooning expression from afar. Even though he had been wearing a pull-up for weeks now, the mere act of having to look at it constantly made him feel even more babyish than usual. Sure, it was not the first time Melissa had forbidden pants, but it was the first time that she made him truly feel he had earned this emasculating status. It was especially embarrassing during that night’s cuddle time, when Melissa just couldn’t stop herself from filling up one of his sippy-cups with milk and demanding she be the one to hold it, looking down at him like he truly was the helpless toddler she was surely turning him into as they cuddled on the couch. Of course, her excuse to Michael was that she simply needed to make sure he was getting his share of calcium. However, Michael was not stupid. He could see the writing on the walls. When he was finally sent to bed that night at 7pm sharp, it was with a great deal of uncertainty about what lay ahead in his future.
        Melissa, by contrast, was more certain about the future than ever. She didn’t know why, but the more childishly she treated Michael, the more “right” her relationship with her son felt. The thought of Michael growing up and leaving always scared her, but now she was beginning to feel like that prospect was moving further and further away. Her child would always be dependent on her, she was sure of it now, and as much as she knew it went against all conventional wisdom on parenting, the fact that she would never let him grow up brought her a genuine sense of comfort and joy. The direction Dr. Thurman was leading him in was having incredible results, and if she knew only one thing at this time, it was that she needed more.
        Then suddenly, as she sat alone at the dining room table pondering Michael’s transformation, Melissa’s phone began to ring. The shrill noise of her ringtone quickly brought her crashing back to the real world. She was still halfway in a trance when she finally managed to find her phone and answer it.
        “Hi Ms. Harper”, came a cheery female voice on the other side of the line. “This is Lauren. You know, from across the street?”
        “Oh hello, Lauren!” Melissa happily greeted her. “Of course I know who you are, dear, Michael talks about you all the time. He’s in bed right now, so he can’t come to the phone, but if you’d like I can take a message for him.”
        “Thank you, but I’m actually not calling for Michael” Lauren responded.
        “Believe it or not, I was hoping I could talk to you about something that happened at school today. Michael told me some . . . interesting things . . . I guess you could say, and I just had some questions because I’m a bit worried for him.”
        Melissa’s eyes lit up. “Is everything alright? What exactly happened that made you so worried?”
        Lauren proceeded to give Melissa a long-winded explanation of the day's events, from the moment she discovered Michael had wet his pants, to her shock at hearing him ask to sit on her lap, right down to their eventual trip to the nurse’s office. As Melissa listened, she patiently nodded along, but was secretly filled with delight at just how wonderfully things seemed to be working.
        “Thanks for telling me all of this, dear,” she told Lauren after listening to her whole story. “I’m sure after the strangeness of today’s events, you probably have a few questions about Michael’s sudden change in behaviour.”
        “Well yeah, actually,” Lauren admitted. “What’s the deal with this new therapy you have him on? I’m not judging, mind you, it’s sort of the opposite really. It seems to work wonders. He went from sobbing uncontrollably to being totally docile in my arms after, like, only five minutes. Whatever you’re doing, I agree with it wholeheartedly. Even if it is a bit weird.”
        Melissa chuckled. “I guess it is a bit weird, isn’t it? I certainly thought that at first, but after a few weeks of Michael’s therapy, I’ve been entirely convinced by its results. If there’s any questions you have about it, I’d be more than happy to answer them.”
        Lauren did indeed have questions for Melissa. Many of them, in fact. The conversation went on into the deep of the night, with Melissa explaining every aspect of Michael’s therapy in full detail. Every bit of information Melissa revealed to Lauren, Lauren wholeheartedly approved. The more the two women talked, the more they began to understand each other as if they had known each other all their lives. Without even knowing it, Michael had just gained a powerful new entity in the conspiracy to re-shape his entire being, and it was all happening right underneath his nose as he lay in bed, sound asleep and none the wiser.

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Re: A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)
« Reply #33 on: October 04, 2021, 08:06:17 PM »
Where is Chapter -7- ?
From Chapter -6- Reply 23
there are replies 24 - 25 - 26 (no title)
then comes Chapter -8-
Chapters averaging 3-4 sections -
this leaves a big hole in the story.

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Re: A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)
« Reply #34 on: October 04, 2021, 08:27:39 PM »
You're right, BabyLock. I forgot to label some of the chapters. My bad, I'll have to go back and edit them if I still can. Needless to say, the story has been posted in the correct order with no gaps, so no need to worry that you've missed anything.

 

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