XXX Ms. Easterfield's Baby (Chapter 31 added, no really!)
A young man knows something missing in his life and finds it in the most unexpected place
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Chapter 1

********Sam sat patiently in his car listing to a morning talk show, waiting for school to start. *This was it, his senior year of high school. *The first day leading to his last day of school and he couldn’t wait. *It’s not that he hated school or anything, he just wanted the freedom that college was sure to bring. *So here he sat absent mindedly waiting to hear the bell. *He knew this would be his best year yet, how couldn’t it? He had saved all his electives and passing periods in order to create the best senior year in the history of public school. *He looked down at his schedule and smiled to himself. *All TA (teacher’s assistant) classes and all with the same smokin hot teacher. *

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BRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!

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********The bell sounded, as Sam watched his class mates poor out of various buildings and cross the quad to their next class. *It would be their second period of the day and the first for him. *Man being a senior was good. *He had turned 18 the week before school started and while nothing had really changed he liked knowing he was now an adult. *

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BRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGG!

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********Sam listened as the shorter five minute bell sounded. *Thinking he didn’t want to upset his teacher day one, he got out and headed to class. *He quickly left the teacher’s parking lot, where he had managed to slip his car into since campus safety doesn’t check it once class has started, and joined the throngs of students, making their way to class.

“Good morning Sam, nice to have you back this year.” *Ms. Easterfield greeted him as he pushed open the door to the classroom. *Sam smiled and nodded in way of response, he was trying not to stare at the amazonian goddess before him. *He had the biggest crush on her ever since freshman year when he had taken intro psych with her. *Three years of schooling later and he was still just as enamored with her powerful 6’5” frame. *

She had been a new teacher his freshman year and had immediately became his favorite. *She was fresh out of college and eager to be the perfect teacher. *She often shared stories with her classes of her time in college and the many collegiate teams she had played on. *With her height and natural athleticism she had managed to letter in softball, basketball and volleyball, the latter two she was even team captain. *She had graduated with a degree in psychology, and teaching. *This fact alone would probably would have been enough to become Sam’s favorite teacher, but add on to it her great body and looks and it was all Sam could do not to stare.

“Why don’t you have a seat at my desk. *Today I’ll just be going over syllabi so I won’t have anything for you to do really. *I would let you just skip today but I may need you to run and make copies if I should run out, plus I want to show you how the grade book software works in between classes.” Ms. Easterfield got up from her desk in order that Sam could take her seat. *As she stood Sam was taken back my her outfit. She was wearing a low cut V shirt, showing off her great cleavage, and a tight black skirt with a high slit. *Sam was sure that if the principal had not been a male, Ms. Easterfield would get in trouble for her revealing outfits. *

Sam quickly took a seat behind the computer, hoping to hide his growing excitement. *“What’s the matter Sam, did you forget how to talk over the summer?” Ms. Easterfield smiled down at him from where she was standing.

“Oh, Um sorry... I’m not trying to be rude. I’m just not a morning person.” *Sam said blushing a deep crimson.

“Well wake up sleepy head it’s already the second period.” *She reached down and tousled his hair making him blush even harder. *

“Actually it’s my first.” He replied trying to will the blood out of his cheeks.

:”That’s right, I looked at your schedule, my it is an easy one isn’t it, and only having to have me all day.” *By this point other students were starting to fill in the desks. “Go ahead and feel free to use the computer to surf the web.” She said as she headed towards the front of the class. “Just stay off sites that will get me in trouble.” She added as she got to the front. Causing a fresh wave of blood to course through the skin on his cheeks.

Now Sam sat alone at the back of the class behind the teacher’s desk watching as she got things started. *He could tell a lot of the other guys in the class were just as taken with her as he had been, when he first had her. *Now with her attention elsewhere he felt safe to stare. *Her dark skin always looked a healthy tan, thanks to her mother’s Brazilian ancestry. Sam noticed for the first time she was wearing a jade necklace and earrings that stood out on her skin and highlighted her wonderfully dark eyes and hair. *She had on black heels that added another two inches to her all ready tall frame. *Sam’s gaze moved up her immaculately sculpted legs to her thin waist and on up to two of her most stunning assets. *Sam’s eyes lingered on her breasts. *On a smaller frame the double DD’s would have looked ridiculous, but on her tall frame they looked perfect. Finally his eyes moved on and continued their upwards climb. As Sam’s eyes moved up they caught Ms. Easterfield’s. *Sam blushed a deep crimson when he realized that he had been caught leering. *Best to entertain himself with other eye candy, he thought to himself.

He reached into his backpack to remove his iphone. *He switched on its bluetooth and tethering, before disconnecting the Ethernet cord from the back of the school’s desktop. Now time for a little big brother free net surfing. *Sam wasted no time in pulling up some of his favorite abdl sites. Unbeknown to Sam, Ms. Easterfield had a key logger program, so even though he was using his phone’s internet she was still tracking his activities online.

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Chapter 2

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********It didn’t take long for Sam to settle into a routine at school. *He would sneak his car into the teacher’s parking lot just before second hour, then head to Easterfield’s class. *He had two of her classes back to back before lunch. *Sam’s lunch was extra long because he had an open period immediately following the lunch hour. *Then he would report back to Easterfield’s class for another two periods before the day ended. *His TA schedule was sociology first thing, then abnormal psychology, followed by intro to psychology, and finally her advanced placement psych course. The fact that Easterfield taught only psych related courses gave him the perfect excuse for TA-ing only for her, as he was planning on majoring in psychology when he graduated. *In reality he wanted to spend as much time with his dream angel as he could. The first week had been super easy as it was laid back while everyone eased back into the school year. *He had ample time and privacy to play on the web as the back row was entirely empty, with the exception of abnormal psych, which had one student in the back row.

********Sam spent most of that first week surfing abdl sites. *He had never worked up the nerve to actually buy himself diapers, but he knew the second he escaped his crappy home life he wanted to be diapered 24/7. *The fact that he hadn’t yet experienced wearing diapers only made him more anxious to live vicariously through the characters he read about online. *The only class he wasn’t constantly surfing the net in was his abnormal psych class. This was do in large part to the girl sitting in the back row, and because he found this class the most interesting. *

********At first he had been annoyed that someone was in the back row. *Easterfield’s policy in general was the back row was to remain empty, but due to the popularity of abnormal psych there just wasn’t enough seats. *An exception had to be made, and this girl had been the last to arrive so she got the seat. *After Sam got over his initial annoyance he realized how strikingly beautiful she was. *He had never seen her before in his years at the school so he wasted no time in looking her up on Easterfield’s attendance program. Turns out she was a senior transfer student named Kayla. *She had moved to the area from mid west. *

********Sam hadn’t ever had a girlfriend, he told himself they just were not worth the hassle. In reality he never thought he could get one. *However this Kayla was exactly the kind of girl he would want. *She had a strong athletic body, short blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, and an angelic face. *She looked like the kind of girl who wasn’t willing to take crap from anybody. *Sam was desperate to find some reason to talk to her. *However his lack of skills with the girls left him tongue tied. *He caught a break when Kayla leaned back to ask him a question.

********“It’s Sam right?” She asked in a low whisper.

********Even her voice sounds heavenly, Sam thought. *“Uh, yeah that’s right.”

********Kayla smiled at his shy awkwardness. *“Well, I’m Kayla. *I wasn’t here the first day, is there anyway that I could get a copy of the syllabus.”

********“Yeah sure, I’ll print one for you.” *Sam immediately turned to the computer to print one off for her. *“Here you go.” He said as he handed her the freshly printed copy.

********“Thank you.” *Kayla flashed her brilliant smile again, melting Sam’s heart instantly. *She began to turn back around in her seat and Sam realized that his window was quickly closing.

********“So, your a transfer right?” *Sam asked keeping his voice down, so that Ms. Easterfield wouldn’t hear them.

********“Yeah, we just moved here from Lincoln, Nebraska. *Which kind of sucks because I would have been captain of my softball team this year.”

********“Oh, why the move then?” *Sam was so thrilled to be having a conversation with an attractive girl that he stopped thinking about being quiet and the volume of his voice started creeping up. *Ms. Easterfield heard Sam and Kayla in the back of the class. *She smiled to herself. *She had always thought Sam to be painfully shy and was happy to see him talking to girl. *

********Kayla got kind of quiet before answering. “Well my folks actually just split and my mom wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.”

********“Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. I wish my parents would separate.” Sam realized the mistake of what he said the moment he said it. He started blushing as he tried to back track. “Umm, that’s not what I meant to say, I’m sure it sucks, its just all my parents do is fight, argue and scream.”

********Kayla reached out and placed a hand on top of Sam’s arm to stop his rambling which was mostly to himself at this point. “It’s okay Sam. I understand mine were the same way.” *Her hand felt warm on his skin. Sam wished the moment would never end. But as if on cue the bell sounded ruining it. *Kayla quickly scrambled to put her books away, as all her classmates had been packed up and waiting for the bell for the last several minutes. Kayla stood and lifted her backpack up. *At that moment Sam realized two things, she was much taller than he thought, she stood right around 6 feet. Second as she lifted the bag he could see the sinewy muscles move in her arm, she was much larger and stronger than him, that was for sure. Sam is what you would have called a late bloomer. *Even now in his senior year he stood at just 5’3” and was constantly being mistaken for a freshman.

********“Have a good rest of the day and if anyone gives you any problems just let me know and I’ll give them some.” Sam had a sheepish grin on his face. The thought of him giving anyone trouble was absurd. He was hoping that Kayla would find the humor in it as well. *

********The comment had the desired effect as Kayla immediately began to smile. Sam felt like he was basking in warm sun light every time he saw that smile. “Thanks Sam, but how about if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll have your back.”

********Sam shrugged, “Yea that’s probably more likely.”

********“Ah don’t worry little one, I’ll protect you.” *Kayla smiled again before heading out the door to her next class. *Sam wasn’t sure how to take the comment, but his mind was already thinking about various daydreams involving him and Kayla. Sam didn’t even notice Ms. Easterfield walking back towards the desk until she was just about next to him. Sam’s mind immediately shifted into panic mode as he realized what was up on the computer monitor. *He had pulled up his abdl sites at the beginning of class today but got distracted by Kayla. *Now sissykiss was still pulled up and Ms. Easterfield was almost within a view angle of the screen. Sam rushed to close the the tab, only to be greeted with a INTERNET EXPLORER NOT RESPONDING! Sam was out of time, all Ms. Easterfield would need to do is turn her head to see the bright pink background of sissykiss. Sam quickly slid his foot over the power bus-bar and stepped on the on off switch. *He let out a huge sigh as the screen went black.

********“Sam, you okay? You looked flush.”

********Sam nearly jumped out the chair when he heard Ms. Easterfield’s voice. *He spun on the axis of the swivel to look at her and assess whether or not she had seen anything. Ms. Easterfield was standing in the corner she had one hand in a storage cabinet grabbing paper but her body was turned facing Sam. *“Uh, no, actually I’m feeling a little feverish.”

********“Why don’t you go ahead and go home then.” *Ms. Easterfield’s voice took on a sympathetic motherly tone.

********“I think I’ll do that, I’m just going to restart your computer first, I think I accidentally shut it off with my foot.”

********“Don’t worry about it sweetey, I can handle that.”

********Sam started to get nervous again, he needed to plug back in the ethernet and clear the browsing history. “No, really its not a problem. *TAs are supposed to lessen the work, not create more, right. Besides I promise not to throw up on your desk.” *Sam smiled weakly, trying to play up the sick card.

********“Ok, then if you are sure. *I am going to go get my lunch out of the teacher’s lounge. Go ahead and take off for the day when you are done. Just be sure to check out with the office.”

********“Thanks I will.”

********With that Ms. Easterfield headed for the door. “Feel better Sam.” She said before disappearing into the hall. Sam wasted no time removing the evidence from the computer and checking out of school. *It was the first time that Sam wanted to get out of school with out seeing Ms. Easterfield.

********As Ms. Easterfield walked down the hall she couldn’t help but think that Sam had been acting weird. *It’s possible that he was feeling sick, but he seemed fine moments before when he was talking to Kayla. *Her woman’s intuition told her something else was at play here. *It was almost as if he was acting like a small child who just got busted eating cookies before dinner. *Then she remembered that she had a key logger on her computer. She had installed it her first year at the school, because she had suspected that her now ex-husband had been using her laptop to web-chat with other girls.

********Sam sat in his car and wondered what to do with the rest of his day. *He had been planing to finally make his first purchase of diapers this weekend as it was labor day weekend and he would have all day Monday to enjoy them. Today almost seemed like the perfect opportunity to do it. The fact that he was getting out early meant he could drive to a neighboring town to make his embarrassing purchase and then he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing anyone he knew.

********Ms. Easterfield got back to her classroom to find it empty. *She logged onto her computer and started with the web history. *It was empty, confirming her suspicion that Sam was hiding something. Next she checked her key logger, It was an advanced one that had code in it that sought out web addresses, user names and passwords. *It seems Sam has been busy on my computer this past week she thought to herself. She made note of the sites most frequented and the corresponding log in information. *She decided to look into it further when she got home and didn’t have to worry about the schools spy software. Then she would decide what to do about it.. She wasn’t planning on turning him into the school but her mind was already crafting more interesting ways of using this information. *It seems she too will have a busy shopping weekend with interesting purchases.

Chapter 3

********Sam started his car and headed towards the nearest neighboring city. The radio was on but he wasn’t hearing the music. His mind was solely focused on the what he was about to do. *He had thought about buying a package of diapers for himself for a long time, but never got the courage to. Now as he got closer to his objective he felt the butterflies increasing in his stomach with each passing mile. Before he knew it he was parked in front of Rite Aide. “All right Sam you can do this.” Wow giving yourself a pep talk out loud, that’s just sad, Sam thought to himself.

********He took a look around the parking lot trying to get a feel for how busy the store would be based on the number of cars. *Much to Sam’s chagrin the lot is about half full, he lets out a sigh as he heads into the store. Sam felt sick to his stomach as he stepped through the sliding glass doors. *He felt a little bit of relief when he looked around and saw that it wasn’t nearly as full as he had thought. He grabbed a basket and started making his way through the aisles, as non-chalantly as he could. He hoped that no one would pay him any attention. After pretending to look in other aisles, Sam worked up enough courage to finally step foot into the incontinence aisle. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for. In all the stories he had read the characters frequently used attends or cloth diapers. But here in the store all he saw was Depends and store brands. He had at least heard of Depends so he decided to go with that brand, but that hardly narrowed down the selection. He wasn’t sure if he wanted briefs which looked like a giant pull-up, adjustable briefs which he would have said was a standard diaper other than having four tabs instead of two, and then something called fitted brief which had six tabs and said offered the most protection. But they looked like they were made of plastic, not the softer cloth looking material of the adjustable briefs. *

********Sam must have lost track of time pondering over what kind to get, the selection was just so overwhelming. Before he knew it there was a store employee standing behind him. “Can I help you find something?” The sound of a question being asked so close behind him made him jump. “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you. Is there something in particular you are looking for or any questions you have regarding our adult incontinence supplies?” Sam slowly turned around trying to think of what to say, when he saw who the voice was coming from he simply wanted to die.

********Standing before him was a beautiful woman with a smiling face. *Her dark mahogany hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had a light skin complexion with stunningly green eyes, and a very warm smile. *She was bent over with her hands on her knees as she spoke to him. This enabled Sam to see down her shirt into cleavage that was struggling to be contained by the tight white tee and dark blue Rite Aide vest she was wearing. *Her name tag read Jenny. Sam didn’t know what to say, he just didn’t want her to know he was shopping for himself and he didn’t want come away empty handed. He tried to compose himself but he could feel the heat in his face from blushing and his voice cracked when he went to answer. “I was uh wondering if you guys carried goodnites?” despite his voice cracking, Sam felt like he dodged a bullet, certainly she would think he was buying the goodnites for a sibling.

********“Why yes we do. You will find those over here in our baby aisle. If you follow me I can show you.” With that she stood up and took Sam by the hand to lead him to the correct aisle. Sam was taken back by having the gorgeous woman lead him around the store by the hand, how young did she think he was. Moments later they were standing in front of several shelves stacked with diapers. *There were several young mothers in the aisle who only paid Sam minimal attention. “Here these should fit you.” Jenny stated as she took a package of XL boys goodnites from the shelf.********

********Sam could feel himself blushing again, obviously his plan failed and Jenny thought it was he who needed the goodnites. “Actually, uh, they are for my kid sister.” Sam said, his voice cracking again as he spoke. He knew he was blushing harder than ever, but he was hoping Jenny would believe him in spite of it.

********Jenny gave him a quick glance and then smiled. “Okay, what size does your sister wear?” Sam thought she said sister with a slightly incredulous tone, but what out of there quickly so he didn’t push the issue.

********“Umm she is about my size.” He responded still blushing. He met her gaze for a second before looking away.

********“Right” said Jenny with a knowing smile. “Well is there anything else you need, baby bottles, pacifiers, lotion, wipes, perhaps?”

********“No, just the goodnites.”

********“Okay then lets grab them and ring them up.” Jenny grabbed a package of girls XL goodnites from the shelf and once again took Sam by the hand to lead him up to the checkout. Jenny opened up a cash register that wasn’t in use and rang Sam up. “So you out running errands for your mom?” Jenny asked as she was printing the receipt.

********“Uh, Yeah.” Sam replied emphatically, happy that she finally seemed to believe him.

********“Your mommy must be so proud of her big boy.” Jenny said in a baby talk tone as she bagged the goodnites, causing a fresh wave of blushing from Sam. “I double bagged them to help hide what they are for you. Come back if you have anymore diaper questions and have a nice day.” Jenny said with a smile while she handed the bag over.

********“Thanks.” Sam quickly took the bag, paused ever so briefly to look at the Jenny’s girl next door beauty one more time before bolting out the door. *Once he was in his car he breathed a sight of relief. The trip hadn’t gone anything like he planned but he came away with something close enough to diapers to be happy and the interaction with Jenny had left him very excited. It was two thirty when Sam got home. The trip had taken much longer than he expected but at least he didn’t have to explain being home half a day early. Sam was surprised to see his mom’s car missing from the drive as he pulled in. Must be out shopping he thought. This would mean he could a smuggle his purchase in safely and hide it in his room before she got back.

********Once in his room Sam immediately stripped and slid one of the goodnites up his legs. *They fit perfectly thanks to his small frame. He felt snug and secure in them. They were everything he hoped for and more. He was so contented with them that he didn’t even mind the pink flowers and butterflies on the front. He pulled his pants back on and stashed the package under his bed. Just in time too, he thought as he heard his mother’s car pulling in. *He quickly checked himself in the mirror for any tell tale bulge. Finding none he went to his bedroom window to look out and see if his mom needed any help with groceries. What he saw turned his stomach.

********Getting out of his mother’s car was the next door neighbor. Who quickly disappeared across the street into his own home. Sam felt like crying. He knew both his parents cheated on one another but he had never actually seen the evidence. He had heard them fight over it at night though. His mom accusing his dad of working long hours on purpose to be with his secretary and his dad accusing her of having numerous boy toys. Sam heard the front door open and walked into the living room just in time to see his mom step in.

********“Sam!” she said in a surprised tone “what are you doing home? I didn’t see your car in the drive”

********“It’s in the garage. I got let out early, but I am not feeling good so I think I am just going to go to bed.”

********“Ok sweetheart.” Sam’s mother kissed him on the head before disappearing into the kitchen, presumably for a drink. Sam walked back to his room feeling like crap. His phone was glowing from a text message. It read:

Sam can you come into class at eight on Tuesday. I have a project I want you to work on Ms. E.

Sam didn’t know what Ms. Easterfield needed help with and was too distracted to really care. He replied back with a simple “Sure” before crawling under his covers. He fell asleep clutching his knees to his chest, with his school clothes on. His face was red from crying.

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Across town Ms. Easterfield was on her computer researching Sam’s online activities. She had a legal pad she was taking notes on. So far she found Sam spent the most time on a site called SissyKiss and one called Dailydiapers. His searches revealed that he liked to read stories about strong women taking care of helpless males in their lives. Not a true Oedipus complex, she thought as all the women served as surrogate mothers and not actual blood relations. *She also noticed that alot of the stories involved female dominance beyond just babying as they included a phallic symbol of some sort that was thrusted upon the male, whether it me a vibrator, enema, or even a abnormally large pacifier. Seems he has a deep need for complete trust and intimacy in addition to someone taking control . Ms. Easterfield took of her reading glasses and closed her computer. She was starring off into the distance contemplating her next actions. Her thoughts were interrupted by a female’s voice calling out to her from the front door. “Amy, honey, I’m home.”

“In the living room love.” Ms. Easterfield called back.

Chapter 4

********Ms. Easterfield woke up bright and early Tuesday morning. *She wanted to make sure she had plenty of time to get things set up at the school before Sam arrived. *She had spent the whole weekend shopping both in stores and online. *She was bummed that the online stuff would take awhile to arrive but she had more than enough supplies to last until they got delivered. She found herself distracted as she took her morning shower, as she thought about the coming day, which brought a ever present smile to her face. Amy stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body as she walked to the master vanity. She got ready for the day applying her usual makeup and doing her hair. An hour after Amy had woken up she was finally ready to go. Amy was just about out of the room when she heard a stirring coming from the bed.

********“Amy, honey why are you leaving so early? Its only 7:15 and you don’t have a class till nine.” asked a groggy voice that was still hoarse from just waking up.

********“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you, but remember I told you I have some special preparations to make today.” Ms. Easterfield replied as she walked over to the bed to give her partner a goodbye kiss. She bent over and kissed the soft lips. “Sorry again for waking you so early.” Amy whispered.

********A long slender arm reached up from under the covers and wrapped around Amy’s neck. When the kiss broke the arm pulled Amy’s head lower and the soft lips now free from the kiss whispered into Amy’s ear, “I know how you can make it up to me.”

********Ms. Easterfield smiled pulling away, “I wish I could but I don’t have the time right now.”

********A soft “bummer” escaped the lips before they and the arm disappeared back under the covers and rolled over escaping the light that was pouring in through the bedroom door. “I expect a detailed report of how this special project that is taking my lover away from me, goes.” The lump under the covers called after Amy as she left.

********Amy was glad she had loaded the car up last night because the unexpected exchange in the bedroom had taken up about five minutes she wasn’t planing on.

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********Across town Sam tossed and turned in his sleep. He had had a miserable weekend and spent most of it in his room not wanting to face either his mother or father. The only good part about the weekend was he finally had his own diapers to wear even if they were just girl’s goodnites. He spent the entire weekend in them and especially enjoyed falling asleep in them. Drifting off, feeling the extra padding around his hips and crotch, it made Sam feel safe and secure. He had been getting wonderful sleep in them but for some reason Monday night/Tuesday morning was a different case. He kept dreaming that he was in school trying to complete something but he didn’t know what it was he was supposed to be doing in his dream. Finally at 7:45 he bolted awake, Oh No! he thought he was supposed to go in early today. Sam looked over to his clock great, ten minutes to get ready and five to get there.

********Sam threw back his covers and raced through his morning routine. *He didn’t even bother to change boxers as he threw on a pair of jeans and a tee. Not having time for a shower he just rinsed his long hair under the sink. He wore it in a style reminiscent of Jim Morrison. He combed it out and the shook it dry in order to achieve that purposely messy look. After brushing his teeth he grabbed his bag and went out the door. Sam didn’t even remember he was still wearing the goodnite till he was sitting at a red light, it was also at this time that he realized he didn’t take his morning pee. *Great this is just what I need after my bad weekend he thought. Even though he was enjoying wearing diapers, he hadn’t wanted to use one yet. Just a few more blocks, I can make it, Sam told himself.

********Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the school’s parking lot. He was mentally running through his game plan as he climbed up the stairs to his classroom. I’ll drop off my bag in Easterfield’s room and then go to the restroom and because it is early enough I should have enough privacy to dispose of the goodnite there.

********Ms. Easterfield had just finished putting away the last of the supplies when she heard Sam’s footsteps outside the door. *The classroom had cabinets that ran the length of the room on the far exterior wall and the back wall. All the cabinets had locks on them so that teaching supplies could be locked up at the end of the day. The cabinets were high and came up to most students’ naval if not higher, a fact that Amy greatly appreciated because it meant they were at about her waist. *The top of the cabinets were a forest green formica counter top. *Amy had spent the morning clearing out the two cabinets directly behind her desk so that she could lock the new supplies in them.

********Amy opened up the key logger program on her computer just as Sam stepped through the door. *“Good morning Sam, are you feeling better after your long break?”

********“Uh, yeah, thanks.” Sam replied slightly sheepish over cutting class so early in the year.

********“Will you go ahead and shut the door, I don’t want any distractions because we need to get this done, before class.”

“Sure.” Sam closed the door behind him as he walked to the back of the classroom and set down his book bag. “So what’s this project you got for me?”
********Ms. Easterfield minimized her computer screen, she was planning only using it as evidence if Sam tried to deny it. “Well Sam pull up a chair I want to talk to you about something.”

********Sam started to get nervous as he pulled over the extra computer chair that was in the room. He wondered if he was in trouble for cutting out early on Friday, but that had been Ms. Easterfield’s idea, so it couldn’t have been that. Maybe some student was accusing him of unfair grading on a test. *Either way Sam was pretty sure he had not done anything major wrong.

********Ms. Easterfield leaned forward in her so that she was both closer to Sam’s face and so that she was closer to his height. “Sam I want to talk to you about your internet activity this past week.”

The moment she said internet Sam went rigid in his seat. *How much did she know? Did she just see the screen on Friday? Why hadn’t she said something then? No he must have forgotten to clear the browsing history earlier in the week. Sam forced himself to remain silent so he wouldn’t give her more information than she already had.

Amy would have had to been blind to not see, the immediate change in Sam. He looked like a deer in the headlights. She felt bad for him as he turned ghostly pale. “Sam, I’m not mad.” She said while placing a hand on his knee. She could feel how rigid he was under her touch. Her words did nothing to ease him. She pressed on in a motherly voice. “Sam, it’s okay, really I’m not judging you. From what I’ve seen of you around the school, honestly I’m not all that surprised. I’ve watched as you have hung out in all the different circles, from the in crowd to the stoners, the jocks to the nerds, but I’ve never seen you actually develop friendships. You have closed your self so far off and only subsisted on shallow acquaintances. They’re enough that you always have someone to talk to in class but I’ve also witnessed as you have eaten lunch alone every day while you listen to your ipod. You long for closeness but don’t trust anyone so you escape into this fantasy world.” Ms. Easterfiled gestured at the computer. “If I had to guess I would say you have a strained relationship with your mother and an even worse one with your father.” Amy stopped suddenly, as she saw Sam’s eyes starting to mist up.

At some point while she was talking Sam had switched from being a statue with a scared look to small hurt little boy. She opened up her arms to embrace him. “Its okay Sam, come here, it’s okay.” Sam slowly got up from where he was sitting and walked over to hug Ms. Easterfield. He was shocked when she didn’t just hug him, but picked him up and held him in her lap. Sam buried his face in her shoulder as the tears came faster. Amy had only been meaning to get him to open up, she hadn’t expected all this. She had apparently hit the nail on the head and in doing so driven it through the thin protective crust that Sam had been hiding behind. “Ssshhh, its okay, little one.” She whispered as she stroked the back of his head and hair with her right hand. “It’s okay.” She continued whispering. She was rubbing his back with her left hand, while Sam cried into her shoulder. Sam was aware at how infantile he was acting, crying into this beautiful woman’s shoulder whilst she held him and rubbed his back. He was sure the size difference would make him look like a small child, but he didn’t care. He was feeling like someone actually cared for him for the first time, in a long time. Ms. Easterfield’s hand felt good as it moved up and down his spine.

She held him like that for probably five minutes. Her constant rubbing had caused Sam’s shirt to ride up. Instead of pulling it back down she simply slipped her hand underneath it and continued soothing him. Sam didn’t mind the added warmth of her hand being directly on his skin. It only made him feel more secure. Amy noticed an odd fabric texture just above Sam’s waistband. She lifted her head from where it had been resting against Sam’s and looked down. She immediately recognized the waist band of the diaper Sam was wearing. “Sam honey, are you wearing a diaper?” Amy asked in a hushed voice.

She could feel Sam tense up in her arms, he held his breath for a moment before a fresh round of tears burst forth. Sam just wanted to disappear, he could not believe this was happening to him. He tried to bury his head deeper into Ms. Easterfield’s shoulder and block out reality. Ms. Easterfield continued stroking his hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. I already told you I’m not upset. Okay?” Sam just continued to cry. Amy gently pulled Sam off her shoulder so she could look him in the eyes. Sam kept his head down and stared at the floor. Amy ducked her own head to meet his gaze, but he shifted his eyes away. “Hey look at me, Sam.” Sam slowly raised his head and met her eyes. “I’m not upset, do you understand?” Sam nodded. “Now are you wearing diapers.” Sam dropped his head but nodded again. Ms. Easterfield lifted his chin with her hand. “Look at me sweetie and use your words.” Sam held her gaze. “Now are you wearing diapers?”

“Yes” came the barely audible answer.

“Yes, what?” Ms. Easterfield pressed.

“Yes, I am wearing diapers, Ms. Easterfield.” Sam burst into tears as he said the last word.

“Ssshhh, ssshhh” Ms. Easterfield cooed as she clutched him back to her shoulder. She brushed his hair back over his ear and began whispering to him. “Hey, it’s okay, Sammy. See you’ve now said your deepest darkest secret and I’m still here. It’ll be okay.” She continued to hold Sam for a few more minutes until he quieted it down. “There now aren’t you glad that you have said it out loud?” Amy could feel Sam shake his head yes into her shoulder. “Are you feeling a little better?” Again she felt her shoulder shake with Sam’s confirmation.

“Ms. Easterfield?” Sam pushed himself off her shoulder so he could look at her.

“Yes honey?” Ms. Easterfield looked at the small boy she had been holding in her arms. Sam’s eyes were bloodshot and his faced was stained with tears.

“I need to use the bathroom.” He said breaking his gaze.

“Okay honey. Its all right.” Amy lifted Sam up off her lap and stood him on the ground in front of the chair. She got up and kneeled down in front of Sam. Sam was confused when she started taking off his shoes.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a meek voice.

Amy stopped and looked up at him. “Do you trust me Sam?” She asked looking into his eyes. He nodded. “Good” She reached into her pocket and produced a pacifier. Which she placed in Sam’s mouth. He didn’t resist the pacifier but rather took it and began sucking on it. “Now its obvious that something vital is missing from your life right now, so I am going to give you that. Okay?” Sam nodded his again. “Okay” Amy resumed undressing Sam. She removed his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt. Next she began to take off his jeans. She was surprised when she undid his fly and found a girl’s goodnite around his waist. “Interesting” she muttered.

“I can explain” Sam said around the pacifier.

“Quiet honey, you don’t need to explain anything. Now come here sweetheart.” Ms. Easterfield picked Sam back up and sat him down in her lap. She was sitting in her computer chair with Sam in her lap, facing outwards. Sam could feel Ms. Easterfield body heat radiating off her. It felt nice on his bare skin. “Sam can you do me a favor?” Sam turned his head so he could see Ms. Easterfield’s face. “I want you to wet your diaper for me.” Sam’s face took on a worried look. “You, need to do this, honey it will help us build trust.” Sam nodded agreement.

Amy placed one hand on top of Sam’s diaper. “Go ahead honey.” Sam relaxed his bladder and almost immediately he started peeing. A quiet hissing sound could be heard as Sam filled his diaper. Amy could feel the warmth spreading under her hand has the diaper soaked up the pee. Her hand was cupping the front of the diaper, she noted the way it felt as the diaper expanded in her grasp. “Good baby, now as a reward, I’ll help you de-stress.” Ms. Easterfield began moving her hand over the front of his diaper. Sam immediately felt himself getting hard. He let out a small moan as he grew inside of his diaper. Ms. Easterfield continued to rub the front of the diaper up in down with her right hand as her left arm held Sam in her lap.

Sam felt himself slipping into ecstasy, his hands grasped onto the arm rests of the chair and he used them to hold himself tight against Ms. Easterfield. He rolled his head over his left shoulder till his cheek was resting on Ms. Easterfield’s breast. Sam began to lift his hips up increasing the pressure being put on the front of the diaper. He also began to suck furiously on the pacifier in his mouth. Amy slowly built up speed as she listened to Sam’s breathing increase. When she sensed him reaching climax she quit rubbing and squeezed his head through the diaper. Sam all of sudden went rigid in Easterfield’s lap, his arms locked at the elbows as his pelvis hoovered inches off her lap. He let out a prolonged moan before collapsing back down onto Ms. Easterfield.

Amy sat there with Sam on her lap, listening as his breathing returned back towards normal. Soon she felt him breathing slow deep breathes and heard a soft snoring sound coming from his throat. She kissed him on top of his head as she whispered, “you poor baby you must have been exhausted, it’s okay though you can sleep tight now.” She gently repositioned him so his head was resting on her shoulder and his stomach was against her. Deciding Sam was out cold and likely to remain that way most of the morning she gently stood up while holding him tightly to her so he didn’t slip. Amy walked over to the counter top and reached into one of the cabinets to get out and extra long changing pad. It was the kind with foam padding inside, it was meant to be on top of the main changing table. She laid it out on the counter with her left hand and then gently laid Sam down on top of it.

Amy tore the sides of the goodnite open and slipped it out from under him. She then cleaned him up with wipes and placed a new diaper from one of the packages she bought under him. Pulling it snug, she fastened it into place. Amy was grateful Sam wore his jeans loose as the diaper was quite a bit thicker than the goodnite he had been wearing. She proceeded to dress him. Not once did Sam stir from his heavy sleep, he just kept sucking on the pacifier in his mouth. He even slept through having his shirt put back on. Finally Ms. E had all of Sam’s clothes back on and she couldn’t help but think he looked so cute as he sucked on his pacifier. She glanced at her watch, 15 minutes till first hour would end. She decided she better hurry up and get him to the couch in the teacher’s lounge and get all the baby supplies put back away before the kids started to fill the halls.

********Picking Sam up proved to be the most difficult part of the whole process but thanks to her size on him, Amy was able to lift Sam back up off the counter and carry him across the hall. Once in the teacher lounge, she gently laid him down on the couch that was there and covered him with a blanket. She had decided that if anyone asked she would tell them Sam had went to lay down with a headache and must have fallen asleep. The last thing Amy did before heading back to her class was remove the pacifier. She was kneeling down beside Sam as she pulled it out. Then she brushed his hair back and kissed him on the head. “Sleep tight baby.” She whispered, “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

********Without opening his eyes Sam muttered back “Thank you mommy, I love you.” Amy smiled at his subconscious word choice.

********“Mommy loves you too baby.” With that Ms. Easterfield got up and headed back to her classroom.

Chapter 5

********Sam woke up to someone gently rubbing his shoulder. At first he was extremely groggy and disoriented, he had been having the most wonderful dream about his teacher. He dreamt she had found out his secrete and accepted, no embraced him rather for it. Now he struggled to keep his eyes closed not wanting to lose the dream and face reality. He wished his mom would just let him sleep so he could go back to dreaming Ms. Easterfield was his mommy. “Sammy honey, it’s time to wake up.” Came the hushed whisper of his angel. That voice, that glorious voice burst through into his mind like a sunshine after a long cold winter. Was it possible that it wasn’t a dream. “Come on Sammy.” The rubbing became a little harder. Sam slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by Ms. Easterfield’s face smiling down at him. She was sitting on the edge of the couch beside him, and rubbing his shoulder. Sam looked around and realized he had no clue where he was. He was about to speak when he realized there was something in his mouth. He felt it with his tongue, it was bulbous and had a rubber taste to it. He soon remembered it was the pacifier from earlier. *

********“Sorry to wake you, sweetheart, but there isn’t a lot of time between classes and I wanted to get you cleaned up and see how you are feeling.” Amy pulled the blanket off him and then reaching down, picked Sam up. It was much easier this time as he wasn’t just dead weight. Standing she held Sam to her chest with one arm under his butt. He wrapped his legs and arms around her like a small child, as she carried him into the faculty bathroom that was inside the lounge. She locked the door behind them as she sat Sam down on the toilet. Ms. Easterfield took a cloth handkerchief from her purse and wetted it in the sink. Then she set to work cleaning the tear stains from Sam’s face.

********Sam sat on the toilet in a daze as the woman he so often fantasized about lovingly cleaned his tears with gentle wipes. “Sammy honey, are you feeling better?”

********Sam nodded, not wanting to speak thinking his voice would sound hollow and tinny next to her angelic soprano. “You slept through first and second hour, do you want to continue sleeping or would you like to come and watch while mommy teaches?”

********Sam was briefly taken back by Ms. Easterfield referring to herself as mommy, but then he thought he could remember calling her that earlier when he was sleeping. Either way he liked thinking of her like that. “I want to watch mommy teach.” Sam said around his pacifier.

********“All right Sammy, but before we go back out do you need to be changed?”

********Sam shook his head no and with that they both left the restroom and headed across the hall towards class. Sam took his seat at Easterfield’s desk, while she stayed at the front of the room preparing and overhead with notes. Sam already missed the feeling of the pacifier in his mouth even though it had only been minutes since Amy had removed it in the restroom. Sam watched as all the students filed in and he couldn’t help but smile to himself at the fact none of them had a clue as to the new relationship between him and Ms. Easterfield.

********“You must have had one terrific weekend if you are still smiling on Tuesday morning.” The voice snapped Sam out of his thoughts. He turned to see Kayla in her seat looking at him.

********“Actually no, it was pretty crappy. In fact it was crappy enough that I now look forward to school. How about yours?” Sam asked hoping to keep *the spotlight off of himself.

********“Well originally I would have said crappy, but some how I don’t think it would even come close to being as bad as yours, so I’ll go with boring. I pretty much unpacked all weekend. Do you want to talk about why yours was so bad?” Kayla asked looking concerned.

********“Thanks, but no thanks, I kind of just got over it a little bit ago, let’s just say things have been better between my parents and leave it at that.”

********Kayla kept the conversation light out of respect for Sam’s wishes as they waited for class to start. *She found it was easy to talk to Sam and he wasn’t like most of the other guys she had known.

********“All right class let’s begin.” came Ms. Easterfield’s voice a few moments later from the front of the room.

********“In all seriousness though Sam I hope you have a better day today.” Kayla said before turning around and opening her binder.

********“Thanks” Sam whispered back trying to be considerate of Ms. Easterfield.

********Once class was under way Sam’s thoughts turned to what had transpired that morning between him and Ms. Easterfield. The last thing he remembered was collapsing on her chest in exhaustion after she had given him that wonderful reward. *He wondered when Ms. Easterfield had changed him and how on earth could he have slept through that wonderful experience. He wondered what she had changed him into. Had Ms. Easterfield found the extra goodnight he had been keeping in his backpack. He had stashed one there when he first bought them so he would have easy access to at least one if he couldn’t get to his main stash. *Now that he thought about it, whatever she had put on him was also thicker than the goodnites he had been wearing. Sam pondered these things and others as class continued on. It wasn’t until he heard Kayla’s voice again that his mind re-centered on the present.

********“Here you go Sam,” Kayla was holding a scrape of paper towards him with numbers scrawled on it. “If you ever want to talk about what’s going on with your folks give me a call and we can get coffee or go for a walk or something.”

********“Hey thanks, I might have to take you up on that.” Sam said not able to contain his excitement as he took the paper scrap from her. *It was the first time he had gotten a girl’s number and he was bursting with joy. Kayla couldn’t help but smile at the stupid grin on Sam’s face.

********“Have a good day Sam, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kayla said as she headed towards the door.

********“Bye.”

********Amy smiled at Sam from the front of the class, while she watched the exchange transpire between him and Kayla. Once all the students left she reverted back to her mommy role with Sam. “Care to stay here and have lunch with mommy, sweetheart?” She cooed at him. Sam eagerly shook his head. “Kay, then you wait right there while I go get it from the teacher’s lounge.” Sam wondered what he would be having for lunch as he watched Ms. Easterfield leave the room. He didn’t have to wait long as she returned shortly with a cooler.

********Amy shut and locked her classroom door, a practice not completely unheard of, when faculty didn’t want their lunches interrupted by students popping in. *Ms. Easterfield placed the cooler on top of the cabinets behind her desk and began unlocking one that contained Sam’s baby supplies. *“Mommy, where did the diaper I am wearing come from?” Sam asked while he watched Amy unlocking the cabinets.

********“See for yourself honey” she said as she opened up the one of the doors. *Sam’s eyes went wide as he looked in and saw several packages of diapers, along with baby wipes and other changing supplies.

********“Is all that for me?” He asked not willing to trust what he was seeing.

********“Yes, and we will discuss that while we eat.” Amy said hopping up so that she was sitting on one of the counter tops. The counter top immediately behind her desk had a cushion that was as wide as the counter top and and about eight feet long. Amy had purchased it so that the students could sit up there and read when they completed their work. Now it would serve an entirely new purpose. “Come here Sammy.” Sam got up and walked over to her. Amy leaned forward and lifted Sam up and sat him next to her. “Go ahead and lay down with your head in Mommy’s lap so I can feed you.”

********Sam immediately complied. Ms. Easterfield cradled his head in one arm and removed a baby bottle of milk from the cooler with her other hand. “For the baby we have to bottles of protein powder mixed with milk. You will find it quite filling I imagine. *Also the nipple has been modified so that it will actually flow at a descent rate, that way baby’s jaw doesn’t get tired. And for mommy a nice yogurt parfait.” Amy pulled out a parfait she had made earlier at home. “Now drink up baby, while mommy goes over some ground rules.” She said as she placed the nipple in Sam’s mouth.

********“First I am more than happy to be your surrogate mommy as long as you need me to be, but that means I expect you to start getting here at 7:45 each day so I can diaper you before my first class. *When you are diapered I expect you to wet them just like a baby. From now on you will eat lunch with me and take a nap during your free period, since that corresponds with my prep hour there will be no issues with you taking it in here. All this treatment must remain a secrete though for obvious reasons. Finally I don’t want you keeping any more secretes from me. So what do you say, do you want me to be your mommy?”

********Sam nodded yes as he continued to drink his bottle. *“Good I am so glad to hear that. Now why don’t you tell me why you were so sad this morning.” Sam then began to recount what had happened that weekend and how he didn’t sleep well that night and woke up late. He ended with how this morning was the first time he felt love in a long time. “Why were you wearing a girl’s goodnite and not a guys?” Amy asked as she took the now empty first bottle from Sam. Since she had finished her lunch she was going to feed Sammy the second bottle.

********Sam told her about his shopping trip. Amy would remove the bottle so he could talk and put it back when he was thinking or she was talking. “But that’s not all of it is it Sammy?”

********“What do you mean?” He asked slightly confused.

********“A lot of the stories you read online have males either being forced to dress in girls clothes or choosing to dress that way themselves.”

********“I guess part of it is because of this whole thing with my parents. Since I’m a guy I feel like I am not allowed to show any emotion over it.”

********“So you feel that role playing as a girl you would be able to break that taboo then?” Sam nodded. “Well then Sam, I think that it is important that you get to express that side of you, but we will figure that out latter. For now I want you to just finish your bottle and take a nap, you must still be tired from last night.”

********Sam couldn’t argue with her, even now as he finished the last quarter of the bottle he felt his eye lids getting heavy. *Amy began to humb a lullaby to Sam, and with in minutes he was asleep. He continued to suck on the bottle even after he closed his eyes, and when it was empty Amy replaced it with his pacifier. She sat there with Sam sleeping in her lap for a long time, as she thought about her new baby and what the school year would look like. Amy not having any kids of her own loved her new found role, but wanted to help Sam more than anything. When her next class was getting close to beginning she gently lifted Sam’s head off her lap and slid down. She told her class that Sam hadn’t been feeling well and that’s why he was laying down. Luckily her next two classes were both watching movies so the room stayed quiet and dark. It was the end of the school day before Sam woke up again. Amy reminded him to be back in time for first hour tomorrow as he grabbed his stuff to leave. Sam drove home thinking about how awsome this year really was turning out to be.

********When Amy got home she was greeted with a surprise of her own. Her partner was waiting in their bedroom in a black silk robe. “I thought you might have time to make it up to me now.” She said as she let the the robe drop, revealing a emerald green lace bra and pantie set. Upon seeing her Amy could only smile.

********“So this is what you do all day when I’m at school. Lay in wait to ambush me dressed like that.” Amy asked grinning.

********“Would you rather I do something else?” Her partner asked with an impish smile.

********“Not at all.”

********An hour latter, and the lace undergarments and Amy’s work clothes were long since forgotten and both girls were spent and laying in bed cuddling. Amy had opted for little spoon this time and was enjoying the feeling of her partner’s ample bosoms pressed against her back.Amy felt very loved in her partner’s expert hands, which were currently cupping Amy’s own ample breasts. “You promised to tell me how it went today.” She whispered in Amy’s ear. So Amy filled her in . “I think I would like having her as a little girl.”

********“Me too,” Amy agreed, “If only.”
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Want to read more?  The full 31 chapters (and counting) can be found on my blog by clicking the link : Ms. Easterfield's Baby  Actually the rest can also be found throughout this post but a glitch has distributed it all over the place (no really the remaining chapters are on like 5 different pages and they are out of order). 
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moriadne
I finally got around to re-reading from the beginning.  As much as I liked the story in the first place, which was a lot, I like it that much more.
The rewritten bits add so much more to whats going on.  I REALLY look forward to the continuation.
Is Sheryl going to continue using butt plugs and feminizing?  Is that going to carry over to Ms E?  Is Kayla going to baby him as well? 

Please keep writing the story.
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tina101
when are we going to get a new chapter im dying from anticipation here : (
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annabellacheff
please please let me know when you add more i love this story
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diaperedsam
Just posted chapter 29 to kick off the new year.  Sorry for the long delays, but the muses have not been kind. Hopefully you will all enjoy it.  As always feedback is always helpful :)
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IntoD
Yay! it's back.
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AlyssaDee
Dear Sam,

     About a year and a half, maybe two years ago, you asked weather we all liked the parts where you would depart from Sam and have interludes with the other characters, like when you had the scenes that were just between Amy and Jenny . I recall that it was a very popular idea, and many comments were very positive about that idea.

      I would love very much to read an interlude between Amy and Jenny concerning how Amy is feeling about losing her baby. I think this would be a very important conversation for all of us to hear.  Ever since Sam stopped coming in Early, we have read about how Sam struggles about his feelings, but we really want to know how Amy feels too. For that matter, Does Jenny blame herself for Sam's sudden departure after their outing.  Has any of this put a strain on Jenny and Amy's relationship? PLEASE WE REALLY NEED AN INTERLUDE WITH THEM.

     With Sam now almost homeless and it is just after Halloween, I think it would be great if you could have an interlude set during a parent-teacher's conference between Ms. Easterfield and Kayla's Mom. Maybe you could have them somehow bring the conversation around to Sam. I really think a parent-teacher conference would be helpful for Amy to learn how far Sam's  home life has disintegrated.It would also be interesting to read a discussion between Kayla's mom and Amy where they dance around the issue of each knowing about Sam's baby side, while neither actually says anything about it outright, thinking the one has no idea that the other knows about it.

      So please bring back the interludes... they were wonderful, and gave us tremendous insight into the other characters. Ms. Easterfield has not been in the story for almost 5 chapters now, close to a full sixth of the story. Parent-teacher conferences are always between Halloween and Thanksgiving, so the time is ripe to bring Amy back. After all, her name is in the title, we need to find out how she is doing. I worry about her.

Hugs and Snugs,
Alyssa
        Alyssa Dee ... Once upon a time, an evil witch turned an ugly prince into a frog. Then came a Good Mommy Witch who kissed the frog and turned him into her Beautiful Baby Princess, and they lived Happily Ever After. 
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diaperedsam

Alyssa,

 

Thank you so much for your vested interest in the story.  As an author I know I've done well at my craft if somebody else cares about the lives of my characters as much as me.  Honestly seeing the concern in your post means more to me than the thread's view count.  And you are right, I have neglected a crucial aspect by not showing the impact on Amy and Jenny.  Character relationships are dynamic and therefore have to go through periods of distancing to feel real, but in not telling her side I've committed the greatest sin a writer can and risked making her one dimensional.  I assure you this will be corrected.  However, I make no promises as to win she will get her baby back.  



 

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krystalasbaby
Interesting.  Short but understand looking forward to what may transpire with Sam's mother and his future living arrangements.
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AlyssaDee
Dear diaperedsam,

    I was really hoping that when Sam went to sleep in Kayla's bed he would wake up wet. I hope that it is Sheryl that helps Sam patch up things between him and Ms. Easterfield. Perhaps they can talk at a parent teacher meeting, the subject of Sam will come up. I don't know where you will take us, but I am worried about the distance between them at a time Sam could really use his Mommy, and by that I mean Amy. Please post soon with more.

Hugs and Snugs,

Alyssa Dee
        Alyssa Dee ... Once upon a time, an evil witch turned an ugly prince into a frog. Then came a Good Mommy Witch who kissed the frog and turned him into her Beautiful Baby Princess, and they lived Happily Ever After. 
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PissyPrincess

I really hope that Sam finds his place back in Diapers soon; maybe Sheryl can help steer him back...
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Chapter 30

 

Kayla waited until the rhythmic rise and fall of Sams chest told her, he was asleep.  She slowly slipped her arm out from under him and slid off the bed.  Downstairs she found her mom reading on the couch.  Kayla joined her.  Sorry for being a turd earlier tonight, Kayla said. 

You wouldnt be my daughter if you werent.  A smile touched the corners of Sheryls mouth as she spoke. She looked up from her book, saw the far off look on Kaylas face and decided to go back to her reading until the other shoe was ready to drop.  It took a full five minutes before it finally hit the floor.  Sheryl put her book aside and turned to give Kayla her full attention.

Kayla was picking at an invisible spot on her jeans as she began to talk.  Im just upset right now, and I guess I took it out on you.

Who are you upset with?

No one, Kayla said surprised by the question. Im upset about this situation with Sam. 

Sweetheart, thats a lie we tell ourselves to protect us from admitting that we are upset with someone we care about.  But heres the dirty little secret, youre allowed to get upset at people, even the ones you love and care about.  The words werent anything new, but she saw Kayla hadnt yet allowed them to apply to her and Sams relationship.

Fine, Im upset with Sam¦  He just seemed so distant tonight, and unwilling to let me in.  Kayla looked up from the spot she was scratching at.  And Im upset at myself for being upset with him.  I mean hes going through a difficult situation and Im feeling pissy because hes understandably distracted.  Thats not fair to him.

Fair or unfair, it doesnt change how you feel or make those feelings any less legitimate.  Frustration and anger both stem from unmet expectations.  It would seem that you had expected Sam to handle this in a more open way, and you expected yourself to be able to handle his closed manner in a more empathetic manner.

Thanks for the insight Dr. Phil, but self-understanding hardly makes me feel better in the moment.

Oh well, if thats all your after theres Ben&Jerrys in the freezer.

 

            Sams eyes bolted open as his hand shot to his crotch, God please no.  He propped himself up into a sitting position with his left hand, as his right stayed clamped down on his cock.  He saw a dark spot extending from his fly to his the upper portion of his thigh, noticeable but definitely not as bad as it could have been.  Sam was suddenly very grateful for the troubled sleep and the fact he hadnt been sleeping harder. 

            He scooted off Kaylas bed and after a furtive glance down the hall he made an awkward dash to the bathroom.  With the door safely shut behind him, Sam faced his larger problem.  A clamp was crushing down on his piping, and his body was sending him messages that back pressure was quickly building.  Meanwhile his hand was cramping at an alarming rate, telling Sam his time to resolve the situation was running out fast. 

            Sam fumbled with the top button and zipper of his jean, his obstinate left hand struggling with the task.  Eventually he got them open.  Sam switched his clamped hand to his left, adding a small stream of hot liquid to the dark spot in his jeans.  Sam blew out a sigh of relief as he finally freed his c*ck from his jeans and emptied his bladder.  Peeling off his clothes, he stepped into the shower to wash up and figure out what to do next.

 

Sheryl looked up from her book and Kayla from her ice cream, at the sound of the shower running. I guess Sams up. Sheryl said.  

That or we have a very large leak¦ Sorry by the way.

Sheryl raised an eyebrow at that.  Now what are you sorry about?

Well, I didnt exactly ask you for permission before inviting Sam to live with us.

You know I like Sam, and I am more than happy to open our home up to him.

Still, I should have talked to you about it first. 

I appreciate that, but dont worry about it.  You were in the moment and responding to the situation.  You acted on your gut feeling with what you knew would be okay.  However, I do wonder if you have fully thought this situation through. 

Now it was Kaylas turn to raise an eyebrow, Oh?

Yes. You realize that if you and Sam should not work out, I cannot simply kick him to the curb.

Mom, Kaylas voice carried an exacerbated tone with it, Sam and I are getting along just fine.  Were not going to break up.

I know you believe that, but so does every teenager in every relationship since time has begun.  That may change when Sam moves in.  You will be seeing each other almost constantly and that might seem great now but it can just as easily cause a great deal of stress.  I just want to make sure you have thought”

Kayla put a hand on Sheryls knee cutting her off, Mom, I love him.  Kaylas eyes went wide as she realized what she had just blurted out. 

Sheryl barked a laugh at Kayla, Im sorry dear I am not laughing at you honestly.  Its just your face as you said that was so great.  I wish I had a photo of it.  Sheryl wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and recomposed herself.  You know what honey? I believe you really do.  How long have you known? 

Kayla was about to answer when they heard Sam coming down the stairs.

Known what? Sam asked descending the last step. 

That my mom is a dork.  Kayla quipped.  Sam are you wearing my sweats?

Yeah, I hope thats okay.

Of course it is.  You look quite thuggish in them.  Kayla said and he did.  Even with the elastic waist, the sweatpants hung low on Sams hips.  The long inseam meant that there was significant stacking in the legs.  Adding to look was an oversized tee-shirt, also Kaylas.  Well thuggish except for that hair.  Man its getting long.  Ooh! You should let me straighten it.  Kayla leapt up from her spot on the couch and ran to get a straightener. 

She certainly excites easily.  Sam said.

Probably my fault.  Gave her too much sugar as kid.  Sheryl returned to her book.

Kayla returned with the straightener, and had Sam sit on the floor in front of her as she set to work on his hair.  Sam spent the next forty-five watching tv from the floor.  He did his best not to fidget too much as his Kayla positioned his head this way and that.  The process was mostly painless, despite the constant sound of hissing as the hot plates moved over his damp hair.  Every so often he would wince as Kayla worked through a snag, and twice when the straightener came in contact with his skin.

There. Finished, Kayla announced leaning back from her work.

Sams hair felt warm where it lay against his skin.  He had a mental image of someone taking his hair out of the dryer and setting it on his head.  Sam ran his fingers over it. The heat had made it smoother and silkier.  It feels softer, Sam said. 

Thats cause its the first time its been straightened.  If you made a habit of it, it would dry out your hair.  Kayla ran her own fingers through Sams hair. 

  Not to be left out, Sheryl leaned forward and combed through his hair a few times as well.  Youre wearing the wrong outfit now Sam.  You should have on a pair of skinny jeans, Vans sneakers and a Volcom jacket. 

Props for knowing the right brands mom, Kayla said.

Totes McGoates, Kayla. 

And just like that you lost them.  Good try though. Kayla gave her mom a pat on the shoulder.  Anyways I dont recommend that look for you Sam. Actually I dont recommend that look for anyone.

They spent the rest of the evening watching tv, while Sheryl continued with her reading.  At 9:30 Kayla got up, Well I should probably let you get to bed, huh Sammie?  Since you didnt get any sleep last night. 

Sounds like a great idea to me. Sam let himself fall over on the couch so he was sitting with his head resting on the cushion Kayla had been occupying shortly before. I nodded off a couple of times during that last episode anyways.

All right, well I will go grab you some bedding and pillows, Sheryl said getting up. And Kayla will you please remember to have me setup the guestroom tomorrow.

Theres no need to go through all the trouble.  Sam said. 

Nonsense, youre staying with us for the foreseeable future and we cant very well have you crashing the couch every night. 

Sam knew Sheryl was right of course, he just hated to be an inconvenience; apparently he hadnt thought this whole running away thing through. He got up from the couch to give Kayla a hug and kiss goodnight. 

Ill see you in the morning Sam.  She said heading for her room.

Sheryl returned with some large blankets and a pillow for Sam.  Here you go sweetie, if you need anything else¦ well you pretty much know where everything is at this point.  She said smiling.  Have a good night, and dont worry about tomorrow. It will see to itself.

Sam laid down, covering himself with the blankets.  Despite his exhaustion, sleep wouldnt come.  He wasnt thinking about tomorrow, rather his thoughts kept going back to how he had woken up from his nap that evening.  What if he had another accident, but didnt wake up this time.  If he was lucky he would just soak the blankets, but more than likely he would get the cushions as well and he couldnt just toss those into the wash.  The more he thought the more worried he became.  He decided to talk to Sheryl about it.  Sam lay still waiting to see if he could hear anyone moving around upstairs.  After what he guessed was five minutes and hearing nothing, he got up.  

Sam stood on the top and peered down the hall.  There was soft light and music, softer still, coming out from under Kaylas door.  Farther down, Sam saw light peeking out from under Sheryls door as well.  Sam walked by Kaylas door as quietly as he could, doing so in such a manner as not to look suspicious should Kaylas door suddenly open. Sam quietly rapt a knuckle on the door.  He waited a moment, and began to wonder if he had knocked too lightly.  He was about to knock again when the door opened.

Sheryl stood aside so Sam could enter.  She waited until she had closed the door before speaking.  You okay sweetie?  She asked.

Yea, I just wanted to talk to you about something. 

Of course Sam, anything.  Sheryl sat down on the bed and invited Sam to come join her.

He sat crisscross (applesauce, his 1st grade teacher would have added) from where she was sitting with her back on the headboard. Not really sure how else to begin, Sam just dove in.  This evening when I took my nap I started to have an accident in my sleep. He then hurriedly added, I woke up in time to stop myself but not before I made a wet spot on my jeans.

Sheryl placed a hand on top of Sams in his lap.  Thats not surprising.  Your body was having a physical reaction to an emotionally laden day.  Its certainly nothing you need to feel bad about.  Then there is also your unique history to consider.  I wonder if under your current duress some part of you isnt trying to communicate a need for some way to cope.  Sheryl watched as Sam thought through this. 

Sam started to speak a couple times but always closed his mouth again without uttering so much as a single syllable.  Finally he spoke, having either found the words he was looking for or simply given up his search.  Its just that I havent worn in so long, but what if I have a bigger accident tonight? Ill ruin your couch.

Sam regardless of what you decide to do, if you wet tonight I promise you, you wont be in trouble.

I was starting to think I was done with that part of my life.

Are you done with them?  The question was simple, as many of the most powerful ones are.

There was no long pause or deliberation this time, Sam knew the answer in his heart of hearts no matter how he might have tried to deny it.  Tears began to pool in the wells of his eyes as he shook his head.

Ssshh, its okay Sammie.  Sheryl pulled him into a hug until he started to quiet down.  Now first thing first, what did you do with your wet clothes?

Theyre in the laundry hamper in the upstairs bathroom.

Okay, Ill make sure they get into the wash.  Will you be okay if I leave you here a minute? 

Sam nodded yes as Sheryl slowly lifted him off her and lowered him down onto a pile of pillows.  She draped a blanket over him from a nearby dressing chair.  Sam lay propped against the pillows wishing more than anything he could just be numb, but numbness eluded him.  Sheryl returned with diapering supplies in hand, and humming a lullaby quietly. She moved Sam to the edge of the bed before stripping him of Kaylas tee and sweatpants.  There were no boxers as the pair he had been wearing were now in the wash with the rest of his wet clothes.  Sheryl took a bottle of Johnson&Johnsons bedtime lavender baby lotion and poured it in her hands, where she let it warm before rubbing Sam down.  She continued to hum her lullaby as her hands glided their way across his naked body, massaging the lotion into his skin.   It took twenty minutes for her to complete the process, such was the methodical, loving nature in which she performed the task.  Not rushing, but slowly working her way over every inch of his body giving the lotion and warmth of skin to skin contact time to take effect.  Sam began to quiet and was in a trance like state by the end.  Only once Sam was still did Sheryl begin to diaper him. This too was down in the loving manner of one imparting their calm to another through touch. With the diaper securely in place, she pulled the sweatpants back on. 

Sheryl lifted Sam from the bed and turned down the covers before climbing in with him.  She sat perched once more with her back propped up by the headboard and pillows.  She wrapped her left arm around Sam where he clung to her side and rubbed his back with her right.  She kept up her lullaby till she was sure Sam had dropped off.  Sleep brought him no relief from his agony though.  Sam cried out often that night and each time Sheryl would begin to hum her lullaby and rub him till he quieted again. 

Sam startled awake from a particularly upsetting dream to find himself still in Sheryls room and clutching desperately to her side. A really bad one huh?  Sheryl asked looking down at him.

Yeah, Sam replied in the harsh voice of morning. 

 Well you can go back to sleep for a couple more hours or you can get up, its a little after five-thirty.

Ill get up.  Kayla will be up in a little bit anyways.

You dont shower before your guys run do you?  Sheryl asked as she slid out of bed.

No, just after.

K, then why dont you follow me to the bathroom and we will get you out of that diaper and cleaned up a little bit.

Sam had completely forgotten about the diaper he wore to be bed.  Im wet?  He asked as he started to become aware of the clamminess around his loins.

You are indeed sweetheart, not heavily but enough.  You had a pretty rough night.  Sheryl took his hand and led him into the master bath. 

Did you get any sleep last night?  Sam felt a wave of guilt and shame crashing down on him.

Not much, but dont worry yourself about it, Ive functioned on much less.  Kayla must have been the worlds most colicky baby.  I often went without sleep when she was still little.  Sheryl pulled the sweats down to Sams ankle and unfastened the diaper.  Sam saw he had indeed wet himself but was far from having flooded the diaper.  Sheryl wet a wash cloth with warm water to clean Sam with.  It was short work and they were both down stairs having the mornings first cup of coffee less than ten minutes after Sam had awaken. 

Kayla didnt appear in the kitchen until a quarter after six.  Youre up?!  She said surprised to see Sam sitting at the breakfast counter. 

And youre late, Sam said good naturedly.

 I figured you would have wanted to sleep in a bit.  Let me eat a banana and get changed and then we can get after it.

Okay, but Ill need to borrow some running clothes.  Sam said.

No worries.  I see your hair is trying to go back to its normal wave.  Kayla pulled a small strand away from his head and watched it fall back into place.

It almost looks more like the seventies feathered style now, Sheryl observed.

Oh my gosh, that gives me such a great idea.  Sam come with me!  Kayla grabbed her banana and headed out of the kitchen.

Sheryl toasted Sam with a raised coffee cup.  Every day is a new adventure.

Yeah, Carpe Diem.  Sam slid off his stool and followed after Kayla.

Kayla was already tearing around her closet when Sam entered her room.  Your legs dont get cold when we run right?  Kayla didnt stop her scrounging as spoke.

No, not unless it is really really cold.

I think its about 42 out there so you should be fine.  Kayla emerged from her search with hands triumphantly full.  Here put on these.  She dropped her trophies on the bed.  I figure my old volleyball shorts would work sufficiently well as compression shorts for ya.  Im going to go change too.

Sam picked through the articles of clothing as Kayla left for her bathroom.  In addition to the volleyball shorts was a pair of green girls running shorts with yellow piping.  Sam had seen a lot girls wear this style of short over their other work out gear, but Kayla generally went with a longer cut of shorts than these for working out.  There was also a school sweatshirt, red, white and blue sweatbands and matching headband.  Finally Kayla had pulled out a pair of her white softball socks with two horizontal bands of yellow at the top.  Sam put on the clothes feeling quite ridiculous as he did so. When Kayla returned she was dressed to run in the current decade, with compression everything, including a very tight fitting pink jacket.

Here put these on to finish the look.  Kayla handed him a pair of smoke lensed aviators.  Oh its so perfect.  You will be the most ironic jogger in history, Kayla beamed. I only wish I had a fake mustache for you to wear.

Sam walked over to the full length mirror.

Dont you just love it?  Kayla asked from behind him.

I feel like Im going to go work out with Starsky and Hutch.

Come on lets go show mom.

Sheryl choked on her coffee as Kayla and Sam walked in.  Looking Super-fly Sam, but youre not really going out like that are you?

You bet he is!  Kayla responded.

Sam had to admit her enthusiasm at times over the stupidest things could be quite contagious.  And he was starting to feel a little bit better about the day.

Well I need a picture first.  Sheryl snapped a quick shot of Kayla and Sam with her iPhone and then they were out the door.

As Sam and Kayla ran side by side down the street, his mind began to clear.  The pain from last night was gone.  It had been replaced with anger.  Anger at his mom.  Anger at his dad.  Anger at himself for caring.  By the time they had complete their first half mile, Sam was up closer to a run than a jog.  Kayla, who normally set the pace, recognized Sams gait for what it was at once.  She had often taken to the streets in a mad run herself in years past.  Every footfall a vehement declaration, every exhale a silent curse, yes she had run that way many times before.

  At mile three their pace still hadnt slackened.  Sams sweatshirt, or rather her sweatshirt that he was wearing, had a dark circle around the neck and along the spine.  She was sure beneath her own jacket, she had much the same pattern. A few times she wondered if Sam would remember which road to follow, each time though his feet made the proper turn in the automatic fashion of one on an old familiar path.

Sam was oblivious to his surroundings as he ran.  He was aware only of the hatred eating its way through his gut, the hard smack of pavement as it rose up to meet his feet and the warmth radiating out of his calf muscles.  His memory played over each interaction with his parents from the last few months with bitter clarity.  To further fuel the flames it began projecting ugly scenarios of the future.  It wasnt until the last half mile and a steep hill leading back to Kaylas house that Sams pace finally dropped off.  With each lessening stride his emotional fuel drained.  He began looking around at the surroundings for the first time.  As the resentment waned to annoyance, the exhaustion of his body swelled to take its place.  The cool morning air set his lungs on fire, and his leg muscles felt as though they might snap at any minute.  Tears from the wind made icy paths down his face, despite the sunglasses.  When he hit Kaylas yard, Sam let his hands drop to his knees and bent over gasping for air. 

Kayla stopped beside him.  Did you get it all out?

Most.  Sams heavy breathing turned to a barking cough.

Helluva run, Kayla said.  Stand up straight and put your hands on your head. It will help.  She pushed Sam back upright and gave him a swat on the back as they walked up the stairs to the door.  Helluva run.

Back so soon?  Sheryl stepped into the front hall from the living room. Oh.  Sams face was heavily flushed and looked like he had just sweated out the fever of his life, as he stepped inside.  Why dont you go take a shower, and toss those clothes in the laundry.

Sam nodded as he slowly climbed the stairs with his remaining energy.  Sheryl and Kayla stood at the base and watched him go.  Sheryl waited till Sam disappeared around the corner upstairs.  Did you do that to him or did he do it to himself? 

He did it to himself. Kayla also had a hard sweat going but didnt look near as flushed as Sam had.

How was it on you?

I will deny saying this, but I was glad we slowed up once we hit the last hill.  I dont know I could have kept up with him on that incline.

You should take a shower too. Youre both ripe.

What? You mean you dont want a hug right now? Kayla through her arms open to embrace her mother, but Sheryl half expected it and was able to turn aside in time. 

Shower and clothes in the laundry.  She said retreating to the safety of her kitchen and coffee pot.

His clothes from yesterday were clean, folded and waiting for him on the bathroom counter when Sam emerged from the shower in a suit of bright pink skin.  Its funny, at home he always locked the bathroom door, but here in someone elses house he never felt the need to.  Sam stepped into his boxers and jeans.  He stuck his head back in the shower to shake the excess water from his hair before pulling on his shirt.  In the shower the rest of Sams anger seemed to have rinse down the drain with his sweat.  Now the mornings chore seemed less like climbing Mount Doom, and more like a trip to the dentist. Unpleasant? Yes. Uncomfortable? Yes, but just something you had to put up with. 

Sam poked his head into Kaylas room, but found it empty.  He found her downstairs pouring a protein shake from the blender into two glasses.  She reached across the island handing one of the glasses to Sam.  Thanks, He said taking a sip.

Youre also going to need to make sure to rehydrate, or your kidneys will scream at you later.  Kayla rinsed out the blender and disassembled it, leaving it on a towel to dry. 

Sheryl joined them in the kitchen, from whereabouts unkown.  Sam shall I start another pot of coffee.

No need to do it on my account.

Okay, next question.  What time would be best to go over and get your things?

Sam looked at the clock above the stove; it read 703 in green numbers.  Well if she didnt drink last night, then she will already be up.  On the other hand if she did drink, we could wait till two in the afternoon and still find her asleep.

Well I guess there really is no time like the present.  Last question, how many cars should we take?

We only need to take one.  I can put my clothes across your back seat and put the other items in the bed of the Camino.  Sam tossed back the rest of his shake, as if to say lets go and be done with it.  Kayla, can I borrow some headphones?

Sure, there should be some earbuds sitting on the hall table.

 

Sam rode in the backseat with earbuds in, while Kayla sat up front with Sheryl.  He looks like you getting in the zone before a particularly tough game.  Sheryl said, glancing at Sam in the rearview.

Only difference is I always have the possibility of winning.  Sams playing a no win game, his only objective is to get through this with as little pain and as much¦ I dont know, class as possible. Class isnt quite the right word, but I guess it works.

Sheryl was quiet a moment before speaking again.  We never got to finish our conversation last night. 

Oh? What else did you want to say?  Kayla had no idea where this conversation was going, but its answer caught her so off guard she actually laughed.

I just need to make sure you realize there is a difference between Sam living with us and you two shacking up.  Undeterred by Kaylas laughter, Sheryl pressed forward.  Obviously as your mother, I would like to believe you would wait until marriage, but I am also not na¯ve. If you two are doing it, I ask that you would respect my wishes and not do it under my roof.

Kayla collect herself before she could respond, Mom I dont think you have to worry.  My gut tells me that at this point Sam would be terrified of the thought of actually having sex. 

A smile touched Sheryls eyes at Kaylas answer and she considered how painfully shy and reserved Sam was.  Yes, she supposed Kayla was right.

Turn here.  Kayla said, pointing left at a stop sign. Pulling up to a stop behind Sams car brought back the reality of what they were doing and any traces of the lightheartedness from the previous moment died with the engine.

Sam honey, Sheryl turned to the back seat and spoke loud enough to get Sams attention.  Sam pulled an earbud out and waited. How do you want to handle this? 

If its okay with you, I would like to let you do all the talking and me and Kayla will just work on packing up my room.

Of course.

The three of them existed the car.  They approached the house with Sheryl taking lead, and Kayla walking beside Sam to give support.  Sam walked with his head down, pulled in on himself and headphones in, creating a barrier between him and the world.  Sheryl rang the doorbell, and the three waited for the answer from the steps.  If no one eventually came, Sam could of course let them in.  Sams key wasnt needed though as the door opened with a little too much speed.  A Clearly drunk woman stood in the doorway peering out into the bright light of a sunny morning, waiting for her eyes to adjust.  Sam felt instant embarrassment at his mothers condition.  Sheryl felt a pang of sadness for the woman, and then more deeply for her son.  Kayla was the only one who was unsurprised. 

Looks like she never stopped tying them on, Kayla muttered quietly to herself.  Sam didnt hear the comment with his music playing but Sheryl did, and responded by discreetly stepping on Kaylas toe. 

You must be Sams mother, Sheryl said stepping forward, hand extended.  Im Kaylas mom.  Im sorry its taken so long for us to finally meet.

Yeah and what do you want?  And you, whereve you been?  She turned her eyes towards Sam, who kept his head down giving no indication that he had heard.

Id like to chat a bit, Sheryl said.  Might we come in?  She didnt wait for an answer but walked past the still gawking woman into the house.

Kayla waited a moment till Sams mom had followed after her own.  Then she and Sam went in and turned the opposite direction towards his room.

Ill go grab some boxes, if you want to start with the clothes in the closet.  Sam said before disappearing.  Sam entered with three empty apple boxes, as Kayla was about to head out with the first load of his clothes.  Packing up his room went really quick.  Aside from clothes he didnt have much in the way of possessions.  A few cds, a couple of dvds, his outdated cd player that Kayla had found when she snuck into his room, a laptop and few miscellaneous knick-knacks. 

Sam are you some kind of ascetic Kayla asked as they carried out the last of his stuff.

No, I just usually ask for cash instead of presents and most of my music and movies are exclusively in electronic format.  

Whatever you say, Spartan.  Kayla said smiling. 

Sam closed the caminos tailgate after sliding in the last box.  Oh yeah and a lot of gifts go into fixing this up.  Should we wait for your mom?

We can if you want, otherwise shell be fine without us.

Naw, lets get out of here. 

I kind of figured thats what you would want.

 

            You have a lovely home, Sheryl said from across the dining room table.

You want to cut the shit and tell me what youre doing here and where the F*ck my son has been?

This is going to go over splendidly Sheryl thought.  Well as I know it, Sam left your house sometime in the night or early morning two days ago and walked over to my house.  He had heard you and your husband fighting and felt like he needed some space.  He spent yesterday and last night at my house.  It is his wish to move in with my daughter and me.

Like HELL! Came the roaring response from across the table.

Sheryl kept her voice soft and spoke in an even measure, hoping to deescalate the situation. Listen, you dont really have a say in the matter.  Sam is 18 and can legally make his own choices.  Im here trying to talk to you because we are both mothers and I would want the same courtesy extended to me. 

No you listen B*tch!

Hope in one hand, as they say.  Sheryl pushed her chair away from the table and stood.  She now spoke in a voice that would broker no argument.  I would like to imagine that at one time you werent this pitiable creature that now sits before me, that you were once a pleasant and nice person, that something somewhere went wrong in your life and transformed you into this.  Sheryl gestured at her with an open hand.  In fact I have to believe that because despite having a drunk for a mother and from what I hear an equally deplorable father, Sam is a good kid.  Score one for nature over nurture.  However in recent years¦ lets just say your parenting skills have fallen off, as you and your husband competed to make the other more miserable. Sam has reached his limit.  So he has decided to leave.  The only reason you are even fighting it, is because you are a small child who cant bear to have a toy taken from your room no matter how long youve let it sit neglected.  Sheryl could feel the color rising in her cheeks and had much more she would like to say but decided it best not.  She turned from the woman and strode out of the house.

 

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Dear Sam,

    This was a terrific chapter! Very Sheryl centric. I loved that. The interlude between Sheryl and Sam's mom was very reveling about how tough Sheryl can be, along with how she can have control over herself from going too far. Your writing has definitely cranked up a few notches. Excellent work! The diapering seen and Sam having a rough night sleeping really showed Sheryl's compassion. We got to see a full range of her humanity. Truly a fully developed and wonderfully realized character. Bravo!

Hugs and Snugs,
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So I posted chapter 30 a few days ago. Because of character-space limitations I couldn't just add it as an edit to the previous posts.  So I had posted it at the end of this thread, for the time being till I could talk to our wonderful benefactor, ChristieLuv and see what options were available.  Having now had that conversation, I have moved chapter 30.  I hijacked one of my earlier comment posts and turned it into a chapter update.  Sadly, in order to make the text flow smoothly without interruption I had to delete a few lovely post comments from you nice people.  Sorry about that. 

 

During this whole process I also found a giant section of double print.  So I am going to go through and look for any other printing errors like this in order to clean this thread up a bit.  I also want to add post titles letting readers now which chapters are contained within a given post.  All of this to say please bear with me during this process and PLEASE PLEASE let me know if you come across any doubling or what appears to be missing sections.

 

Rumor is Story Time is getting a makeover to allow for more story friendly posting, but until then we make do. 

 

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Hi,

 

I've been a log time guest viewer of this site, and had to finally join just so I could say thank you for writing such a great story. Please keep more coming! 

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Well I am glad you are enjoying it.  I've been in a writing mood lately so I am hoping my updates start becoming more frequent again. 

Great username btw :)

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Just posted chapter 31, and within in a week since the last posting (man it's great when the muses are willing to help).  If you like the intro vignette with Ms. E, you have AlyssaDee to thank and her insightful comments.  Anywhose, let me know what ya'll think and if what you think is I missed something or overlooked something feel free to let me know, it make get added in (as with AlyssaDee's). 

 

I also added a picture thumbnail, because...  well because I was bored and tired of looking at that rattle default.  I tried to go with one that wouldn't over ride anyone's already created mental picture of a character (feel free to comment and yell at me about that as well). 

 

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are you hiding ch. 31 or am i just blind? I can't seem to find it anywhere...
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Ummm... Where's chapter 31? Or am I missing something?
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AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! *Deep Breath* Okay now that is out of my system; It would appear there were some technical issues when I posted the update the other day.  Okay really just one issue, the update for whatever reason didn't post.  So please sissies don't drive yourself mad in frustration looking for it, it's not there. Now it's time for good news, bad news. Good news: thanks to other technical difficulties in the past, I never type my story directly in the forum. I always do it on my computer and save it to an external hard drive.  Bad new: I'm currently on a business trip and do not have access to the master copy right now. I will re-post the new chapter as soon as I get back though.  My deepest apologies to everyone :(
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Chapter 31

            So are we ever going to talk about it?  Jenny asked from around the black straw sticking out of her whiskey sour.  She and Amy were sitting at a martini bar, a plate of prosciutto wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese between them. Jenny had hoped that a little alcohol might help to grease the wheels of the conversation.  She ignored the plate of hors doeuvres and took a long pull on her drink.  The server had given her a look of shock and horror when she asked if they had wings.  The thought of washing down goat cheese with Jameson just seemed wrong.  So she contented herself with just the drink, uncouth barbarian that she was.

            We dont need to talk about it.  Amy said in dismal.  She was drinking a Belvedere martini neat, which did go well with the little morsels on the plate.

            The very fact that we dont need to say what ˜IT is and we both know what were talking about, means we do.

            Amy nibbled at a one of the dates. Hes made clear what he wants and there is nothing I can do but respect that.  See nothing to talk about.  Amy popped the rest of the date into her mouth in punctuation.

            That may all be true, but dont you think we should talk about the impact it has had on us?

            Theres been no impact, but if you want to talk I cannot stop you. 

            Jenny finished what was in her glass.  The ever attentive bartender gave her a look asking if she would like another, to which she nodded. Whatever respect she lost with the server, she seemed to have recovered with the bartender by how fast she drank.  Jenny removed the straw from her new drink, deciding it would only slow her down.  To say theres no impact is bullshit and you know it, so lets just dispense with that notion right now.  You are one of the strongest, most driven, and amazing women I have ever met.  This thing with Sam though is causing you to seem¦ I dont know thinner is the only word I can think to describe it.  You dont smile as often anymore, you dont laugh as deeply, you dont share as freely, and you dont love as wholly or honestly.

            Please dont think I am in anyway disappointed or unsatisfied with our life together though.  If I only had access to one percent of you, I would still wake up every day and think I am the luckiest woman alive.  But I would never want to see you satisfied with living only a percentage of your life, because you deserve so much more. 

            Amy stared straight ahead while Jenny talked and continued to do so after she fell silent.  Great, Ive made it worse.  Jenny thought taking a drink waiting for any sort of reaction.

            When Amy turned to Jenny they were tears in her eyes.  Youre absolutely right.  How could I let my self-deception blind me so.  I must be the most unhealthy counselor ever.  Amy dapped at the tears with the corner of her cocktail napkin.

            Im glad your unhealthy babe.  If you werent, theres no way youd still be hanging around with a mess like me. Jenny gave Amys knee a squeeze. A smile filled Amys face and Jenny knew they would be okay.

            Want to get out of here and find someplace that serves wings?  Amy asked, looking back at the woman she loved, who drank tea and read Steinbeck but was more at home in a sports bar shooting whiskey than in a martini bar.

            Gawd yes! Jenny said.

            Amy tossed back the rest of her martini.  Not to be out done Jenny drained her drink as well and slid cash under their empty glassware before they headed out.  Jenny snagged the cocktail pick with three olives on it from Amys empty glass for good measure as she walked by.

            Jenny and Amy went home and made love that night.  As they lay together afterwards, their bodies melded into one.  Amy allowed herself to cry.

 

            Sam and Kayla drove back to her house.  With every block they put behind them Sams mood improved.  By the time they were parked in front of the house, he was smiling.  All right  lets put your stuff in the living room until we get the guest room cleaned out, Kayla said.

            As they set about their task, Kayla was glad her mom wasnt there.  Sheryl undoubtedly would have wanted to gone through every box and drawer.  The room had originally been set up as a craft room for Sheryl and Kayla to do their projects in.  As it turned out, Sheryl wasnt s crafty as she once considered herself and Kayla preferred to do her projects at the kitchen table.  It wasnt that the room was too small, she just felt closed off and isolated whenever she had tried to work in there.  Then as they unpacked the rest of the house and ran into items they werent sure what to do with, they ended up here.  The result was a menagerie of items that Sam and Kayla were now stacking in the living room. 

            Kayla stood in the center of the empty room, hands resting on her hips, eyes scanning the empty walls and clearly seeing something Sam couldnt.  Hey Sammie, how do you feel about sleeping on the couch for one more night? 

            Umm thats fine I guess¦ Why?

            I was just thinking if we are going to make this your room, we should do it right.  You know new paint, window trim, carpet, the works.

            That sounds great and all, but you really dont need to do any of that for me. 

            Okay, but what if I said I wanted to redo this room since we moved in, but mom wanted to leave it alone at least until we were settled, and now I have the perfect excuse.

            Sam smiled as he listened to Kaylas scheming.  He was so used to just acquiescing to whatever Kayla wanted (provided it didnt involve any more water towers) that he never considered anyone telling her no.  Hey whatever you want to do is fine by me, just dont go telling your mom I asked for it.  Sam raised his hands in a manner that said he was washing himself of the situation.

            Deal!  Kayla continued looking around the room with her minds eye, deciding just how it should all be done.  The sound of the front door opening below them snapped her out of her designer trance.  All right just let me do all the talking.

            Its your show, Sam said.

            Spare room!  Kayla hollered, letting Sheryl know where they were and extending an invitation for her to join them.

            Sheryl looked like she had already had enough of the day despite it not yet being ten.  I see youve been busy, she said in reference to her now very cluttered living room. 

            You dont know the half of it.

            Uh-oh. Sheryl could sense Kayla wanted her permission for something, and if Kayla was actually asking permission that only meant one thing.  Whatever it was, was going to be big.

            Dont say uh-oh yet, hear me out first.

            Oh this is going to be very bad. 

            Sam stood quietly watching the byplay.

            Oh stop it.  It will be painless I promise.  I was just thinking that we should take this opportunity to redo the room right, new paint and what not.

            Yeah? And whats the ˜what not?  Sheryl raised her eyebrow in a mistrusting manner.

            Well I think its silly that we have hard flooring in the rest of the house but not in here.  Who knows there may even be some under the carpet.  Kayla tapped her toe on the floor as if indicating buried treasure.

            I doubt it, and even if there is it will most likely need to be refinished.

            Kayla dropped her head waiting for the swing of the axe that would mark the death of her idea to renovate the room.

            But Im fine with redoing it if Sam doesnt mind sleeping another night on the couch. Sheryl turned to Sam to see what he would say.  At the same time Kaylas head snapped back up as the situation turned from a defeat into victory.

            I dont mind.  Sam said    

            It would actually turn out to be two more nights, but projects like this often have a way of running out of hand.

 

            Sam unloaded the cars, while Sheryl set about trying to bring some order back to her living room and Kayla made a list of things they would need from the store.  With the help of a utility knife she discovered the only thing hiding beneath the carpet and under padding was the subflooring.  With their various tasks finished they regrouped in the living room.

            No hardwood under the carpet, Kayla reported sounding more than a little bit dejected.

            No real surprise there, Sheryl said.  So heres what I am thinking.  We obviously will need to take Sams car.  We can either all three squish into that or we can take two cars.

            If we just take mine, know that it will be tight.

            Im up for a little bonding.  Kayla said, not about to let a little thing like that dampen her spirits. 

            The issue in Sams car wasnt so much the amount of space across the bench seating, as all three adults were slim (with Sam being on the verge of being tiny).  The issue came in the form of available leg space. Kayla sat in the middle with her legs tucked to right so they would be out of the way of shift lever, giving her the appearance of someone riding side saddle.  Sheryl sat with her legs over the top of her daughters.  Sam was the only one who was truly comfortable, not that Sheryl or Kayla would ever complain, being afforded the necessary space of the driver.

            Stepping into Home Depot brought forth the pleasant scents of cut lumber and a slight underpinning of oil.  The first stop in the store was paint.  Sam occupied himself by selecting various rollers, brushes and other application needs, while the girls went back and forth between colors.  Sam had them sufficiently stocked on painting supplies by the time a color was agreed upon. 

            All right, on to flooring, Sheryl said, taking control of the cart.

            Flooring?

            Yes, flooring.  You said you wanted hardwood floors.

           

            With the materials purchased and the back of the car/truck loaded down with them, the trio returned to what Sam was already thinking of as home.  Two additional vehicles were parked out front when Sam backed into the drive.

            I thought I would call for reinforcements, Kayla explained as Courtney and Angela emerged from Angelas truck. 

            You gals dont have anything better to do with your weekend than help redo a guest room?  Sheryl asked.  They had all congregated around the bed of the Camino.

            Basketball games were last night, Courtney answered, grabbing two of the paint cans and then passing them off to Angela. We missed you there by the way. But I suppose you had other things you were dealing with.  She gave Sam a knowing smile, which left him wondering how fast news had traveled. 

            I saw an excuse to get out of going with Chloe to that comic con thingy.  Angela, transferred the two cans to one hand and then took the remaining two out of the bed. 

            Ang! You ditched Chloe?  Kayla was dismayed at the thought of being partially responsible for Angela ditching.

            Relax, she still has Patrick.  I think they were going dressed up as characters from that Dr. Whom show.

            Im pretty sure its Dr. Who, Angela, Courtney corrected.

            No its British, and you know how proper they are over there. 

            Courtney chose not pursue it farther and rolled her eyes as response instead.

            Sam struggled to get a couple of bundles of flooring from the bed.  Wheres Adam? Sam asked with a grunt of effort as he got the flooring clear of the bed rail.

            Practice. The guys played like crap last night so Coach Nyghe scheduled them an extra practice this afternoon.  Here Sam, carry them on your shoulder like this.  Courtney took the bundles from him and repositioned them so they were sitting balanced on his shoulder. Youre going to hurt your back trying to do it the other way.  Then to solidify her point she hefted two bundles of her own onto her left shoulder and had Kayla load two more unto her right. 

            Kayla collected the remaining items from the back and Sheryl led the procession of adolescent contractors into the house.  All right you gals... and Sam can just unload all that stuff upstairs in the hall.  Kayla do you know what you are doing up there?

            Yea mom, Ive seen them tear up carpet like a thousand times on DIY and the floating floor thing seems pretty straight forward.

            Youve got nothing to worry about. I helped my dad install this stuff in our basement last winter. Its just tongue and groove.  It goes together like a snap, literally, Courtney said.

            All right.  Just promise youll get me if you run into trouble. If I have to hire someone to finish it, Id just as soon do it before more damage is done.  And honestly girls thank you for your help.  Lunch and dinner will be on me, just let me know when and what.  With that Sheryl left them to tackle Kaylas upstairs project while she set about trying to restore some order to the living room. 

 

            Okay boy and girls whats the game plan?  Angela asked, setting the cans of paint down in the hall and stepping into the empty room.

            I figure divide and conquer. Kayla said.  She was helping take the bundles from Courtney and Sam.  Courtney youve done the flooring before so I figure well let you spear head that.  Sam no offense but Ive seen you try to cut a straight line so I think its best if youre on demo with Courtney. Which leaves prepping to you and me, Angela.  Everyone dig?

            Oh we dig sista. Angela said in a soulful accent.

            Courtney and Sam had amassed a respectable sized pile of cut up carpeting and under-pad, and the tapping was all but finished when Kayla called a halt to the activities.  What is it?  Courtney asked without looking up from the splinter she was trying to dig out her palm, delicately using an X-acto knife as a surgeons scalpel. 

            I still think we are halfassing this makeover.  Kayla said staring up at the ceiling.

            It certainly is dated, Angela agreed.

            OW! Shit. Courtney hissed dropping the knife and sucking at the blood that was welling up.  Grimacing she bit down on the cut.  Angela, Sam and Kayla watched, their attention drawn by the noise of the knife clattering across the floor, as Courtney chewed on her palm before spitting out the now extracted splinter. 

            Yeah¦ so that just happened.  Angela gave Courtney a look that said ˜Im afraid to ask.

            Sorry, what? Courtney pressed her palm into her leg to stanch the blood flow.

            I was thinking that we should take this project one step farther.  Kayla lifted her eyes to the ceiling.

            Courtney followed her gaze and instantly knew what her friend was thinking.  Im not sure how your mom would feel about that.

            I was kinda thinking we wouldnt ask.

            If you give a mouse a cookie, Sam muttered. 

            Kayla laid out her thoughts for the group.  The plan was simple enough; a little misdirection and a few stall tactics just so they could get to the point of no return.  Kayla didnt really think her mom would have an issue with it but better safe than sorry in such situations.  Sam and Courtney finished tearing out the last few pieces of carpet and under pad.  Then all four of them pitched in to get it all loaded into the back of her truck so it could be taken to the dump.  Angela and Kayla started work on getting all the staples up.  When Kayla got a text saying Sam and Courtney were done at the dump and heading to the store, she had her mom order them all pizza.

 

            Find everything okay?  Kayla asked as Sam and Courtney got back.

            Yeah, pretty brave of you trusting me to pick it out, though.  Oh, and here is your card back.  Courtney handed back a debit card to Kayla.

            Eh, you know the basic look I am going for.  Im sure itll be perfect. Now come on, lets go get washed up. The pizza will be here any minute.

            Sheryl popped her head in to see how the group was progressing on tear down.  Wow guys it looks really good in here.  Are you all prepped and ready to start paint then after lunch? 

            Yeah should be, Kayla said.  Tack strips, carpeting and all the staples have been pulled up.  Were going to get all the painting done first though before laying down any wood.  No point in risking the new floor just to be getting in one anothers way. 

            Was it getting a little warm in here?  Sheryl asked, pointing at a box fan sitting in the window.

            No just thought we would have it handy in case the paint fumes get a bit strong.

            Having presented their progress for inspection and passing with flying colors the girls (and Sam) all headed down to await the arrival of food.  The living room did indeed look a little more put together, but it was clear that Sheryl was far from finished with her project as well. 

            When the pizza arrived they ate standing in the kitchen, which Sam realized was pretty standard protocol for when Kayla had company, unless Sheryl had cooked something.  Talk focused on what still needed to be accomplished and how they were going to go about it, with the obvious omission of Kaylas recent decision.  Once everyone had eaten their fill, or in Sams case well beyond their fill, they decided to get back at it. 

            With Sheryl safely distracted by her own work, Kayla set about leading the party to round up necessary supplies.  They forged a drop cloth, dust masks, eye protection, scrappers and a 6 litre piston spray pump from the garage, as well as some of the left over construction plastic from the Halloween party.  Here Sam, go fill this in the bathtub. Kayla handed him the sprayer. And then meet us back in the room.

            The door leading into the room had been shrouded in drop plastic by the time Sam got back with the sprayer.  Pushing it aside, he entered.  The girls had already spread out the drop cloth beneath the ceiling and had two step ladders and a chair ready to go in different corners. 

            Angela stapled the construction plastic tight across the door frame after Sam stepped through, while Kayla stepped over to the window and turned the fan around so it would be sucking air out of the room. 

            Sam do you want to work the sprayer while we scrape? Kayla asked.

            Sure no problem.

            All right, the objective is to get the popcorn texture on the ceiling good and damp but not so wet that you soak through to the sheet rock beneath.

            Got it.  Sam diligently moved about between the three girls keeping the area just ahead of them wet.  The water helped to make quick work of the ceiling and keep the dust to minimal levels.  Although all were grateful for the eye protection as they were quickly covered in a layer of white.  With all the ceiling texture down, the girls traded their scrapers in for sanding blocks and started on the more laborious task of getting the whole ceiling smooth (at which point all became equally grateful for the dust masks and fan).  Even this didnt take too long with the group effort.

            I think we can call it good, Kayla said stepping off her ladder, pushing the hair her back and pulling off her safety goggles, which left her with red raccoon eyes.

            Good cause my neck is getting stiff.  Angela said rubbing at its base with both hands. 

            Bad news there, we still have to repaint it.  But youll get a break while I get the new light installed.  Speaking of which, Sam would you take this drop cloth out to the truck and bring back the new light.  Meanwhile Im going to go flip the breaker switch so we dont fry ourselves installing it.

            Sam did as he was asked and then slumped down against the wall as he watched Kayla and Courtney go through the directions.

            Come on guys you dont need those. How difficult can it really be?  Angela asked.

            And thats why youre not helping install it.  Courtney said not looking up from the directions.

            Sams head fell to his chest, eyes closed, while the girls were still looking over the materials. 

 

            Well I think hes done helping for the day. Angela said throwing a chin in Sams direction.

            Courtney and Kayla looked up from the lighting diagram.  Yeah, he didnt get much sleep last night and none of it restful.  Well leave him be and see if he wakes up on his own.  If not Ill carry him out of here.  Then turning to Courtney, Okay I think I got this all figured out.

            Sam was indeed still asleep when Kayla and Courtney finished installing the new light fixture.  Kayla scooped him up from where he lay; chin still resting on his chest.  Sam stirred but never really woke up and aside from muttering a few incoherencies offered no protest.  Kayla answered his mumbling with hushed words telling him to stay asleep.

            Angela got the door for them.  You better hope youre a light sleeper if you two ever get married.  Because he certainly isnt going to wake up if someone breaks in, she said.   

            Sheryl was coming up the stairs to see how they were progressing when Kayla came out carrying Sam.  Do I even want to know?  She asked walking up to them.

            He crashed about 20 minutes ago. I thought wed just let him sleep since he clearly needs it.

            Alright, well take him to my room.  Ill put an old sheet down on the bed.  Sheryl grabbed some old linen from the hall closest and then followed her daughter into the master bedroom.  How did you guys get so filthy by the way? She asked unfurling the linen above the bed.

            Um, I sort of called an audible. You should go check it out and let me know what you think.

            Absolutely, lets just get Sam squared away first. Sheryl helped Kayla ease him down onto the bed.  He let out a few more mutters and then fell silent.  Sheryl quietly pulled the door closed behind them.  She was a more than a little surprised when she stepped into the room.  And when did all this happen?

            Angela and Courtney gave sheepish smiles as answers and both were glad to see Kayla step through after her mom.  I had Courtney pick up a few supplies when she and Sam hauled off the carpet.

            The light looks very nice.  Sheryl flipped the light switch and when nothing happened she raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

            The breakers off. Kayla answered the unspoken question. Safety first and all that.

            Im glad to hear it, but might I ask just one more question?  Why didnt you wait to put the new light in until after you painted the ceiling?

            That wouldve been smart, Kayla conceded.

            It looks really good girls, keep it up.  Sheryl said in final approval before exiting.  She paused in the hall long enough to listen for the girls opening up the paint cans, before heading back to her room. 

            Sam was still asleep where Kayla had laid him down.  Sheryl walked over to her closet and retrieved a disposable diaper from a package hidden at the back.  Sam began to stir and wake up as Sheryl pulled his shorts and boxers down.  Ssshh its okay little one, Im just putting some protection on you.  Go back to sleep now.  She encouraged rubbing him lightly on the chest.  She had him securely taped up and dressed in no time, not wanting to chance one of the girls walking in while he was in a compromised position. Not that she thought that was very likely.

 

            It was past 6:30 by the time the girls put down their brushes, having got a first coat done.  They walked into the kitchen speckled in paint and dust from their afternoons labor.  Calling it a night?  Sheryl asked stirring a big pot of chili on the stove.  She had finished with her cleaning project quite a bit earlier.

            Yeah, we got the first coat done, figure well do the second tomorrow along with the floor.  Kayla answered.

            Courtney sniffed at the air, Whatever your cooking smells really good. 

            Its chili for supper.  I also have fresh bread I just need to pop into the oven about fifteen minutes before yall want to eat.

            We were actually thinking of heading over to the school and doing some work in the batting cages and then showering up over there.  Kayla said.

            No problem, Ill just put it in when you come back.

            Cool, we shouldnt be gone too long.

 

            Sam awoke shortly after the girls had left.  He followed the smell coming up from the kitchen downstairs expecting to find everyone gathered around the dining table. Instead he found Sheryl in the living room reading a book. 

            Good nap? She asked.

            Indeed.  Im assuming this was you.  Sam patted the front of his diaper through his shorts.

            You assume correct.  Did you need them?

            No, but Im glad you did all the same.  Especially given how dead tired I was.  I dont even remember you putting them on me.

            Youre very welcome.  There is chili in the kitchen.  I can get you a bowl for you now if youre hungry.  Or you can wait for the girls to get back, they went to the school for a bit.

            Ill wait.  I popped my head into the new room on my way down, its looking good.  I feel bad though that I didnt help more.

            Sheryl reached up taking Sams hand, she pulled him gently down into her lap.  They understand that youre going through a lot right now.

            Well I think I am going to flake on them tomorrow too.

            Oh?

            Yeah, I think I am going to go over and see Ms. Easterfield.

            I think that would be good.  Sheryl kissed Sam on the top of his head as she cuddled him to her.

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Well I am back from my trip, which became a much longer one than I had intended but that is a story I don't want to go into.  It would seem some things have changed on SK since I've been away, and somehow my story posts got scattered absolutely everywhere throughout this thread.  For the time being Chapter 31 is posted at the end of this thread (pg 16 of the comments).  I'm going to try and figure what went wrong and work on getting all my posts back together if I can. 
I know Christie is working on an update that will overhaul the StoryTime section.  In the meantime though I think I may have to post updates someplace else if I keep running into problems.  What I need to know from you (my reading public) which would be easiest for you:

Option A: I do actual posts of story updates on another site, like BlogSpot (something where you will NOT have to have a username to see it) so that I can keep the story all together in a continuous flowing format and just post news of updates with a link here on SK.  I'd also  want to continue to use this thread for feedback that way no one has to create another account if they want to leave a comment.  And once the new Storytime section is complete, I'll move everything back.

or

Option B: I continue trying to do updates on here and just accept that they might end up getting spread out through the entire post.  (Obviously I'll do my best to keep them all together)

Please weigh in and let me know what you think, or what other options might be, or best yet if you know what went wrong and how to fix it.  I may add a poll at the end of the first post in the thread so I can track what y'all want me to do. 
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AlyssaDee
Dear Sam,
   I have been trying for a few days to get to this story,desperate to read #31 but I kept getting this nurse pic that said the4 story could not be found. It was a real nightmare finding it when chapter 30 is on page one and chapter 7,8, 9, are on page 15.
Any way just founds i#31 and loved the interlude. I am so thankful, I bow to your greatness.
About up dates, I know the best way for you to update is just send me the next chapter in my inbox, that would be great, thank you very much. I would never find it any other way

Alyssa
        Alyssa Dee ... Once upon a time, an evil witch turned an ugly prince into a frog. Then came a Good Mommy Witch who kissed the frog and turned him into her Beautiful Baby Princess, and they lived Happily Ever After. 
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Dear Sam,
  It was late for me last night so my previous comment was not my brain firing on all cylinders.
   Thank you so much for writing that interlude between Amy and Jenny. That was exactly what I needed to find out. How had "IT" effected their relationship. I loved the way Jenny points out that if one can say "it" and they both knew what "it" meant, then "it" needed to be talked about, That was brilliant phrasing on your part. just... brilliant.
   I knew there had to be some pain there, not that I enjoyed seeing her in pain, it's just showing how deeply she really cared for Sam, not that there was ever any doubt about that.  It seems like Amy does not blame Jenny at all, which is nice to know, but I still wonder if Jenny feels a little guilt, whether it is deserved or not, sometimes guilt has a way of creeping into the mind when any situation between two people begins to slide toward the negative.
     It seems Sheryl likes having baby Sammy around. Perhaps she just loves to be a mommy, and Sam is filling her needs, while she fills his. I really loved the scene where Kayla carried him like a baby into Sheryl's room, and then Sheryl went into mommy mode. Is this a foreshadowing of life to come? Perhaps a foreshadowing of a much later life when Kayla does the diapering of Sam? As much as all that was fun and exciting to read, the part that really touched me was at the end. all the girls gone off on their mission and Sammy comes into the room with Sheryl. Her pulling him into her lap to cuddle him was just to sweet not to make my eyes water, a  very touching moment for all of us, simply beautiful.
      I am sure it was that tenderness that Sam felt sitting on her lap, being held like a baby, that made him come to the decision  that he needed to go to His real Mommy, Amy. I think it was Sheryl that made Sam realize that he still needs Amy.  I am guessing that Sheryl suspects something after the sudden need for Sam to be back in diapers, coupled with his confession to her that he is going to talk to Amy.  Has Sheryl figured out what part Amy has been playing in Sam's life before he had met Kayla?  Will Sheryl "talk" to Amy about Sam?(I was going to say "confront", but that has such harsh connotations, "talk" was the better choice) I really want to read that discussion. Will Sheryl be hurt or relieved if she knows for sure that Amy is Sam's true Mommy?
     While we are on the subject of Sheryl and Amy. I was re reading this story from the beginning, and now I know Sheryl has never met Amy yet. She knows Amy is Kayla's teacher and she knows that Sam was at one time very close to her. This is why I think it would be VERY INTERESTING to have Sheryl run into Jenny at some point, somewhere, like a store, and we find out that Jenny and Sheryl had had a short relationship at some earlier point in their lives. What a twist that would be! Them seeing each other after all those years. Still friends, no longer lovers , but still good friends. Maybe Jenny invites Sheryl over for dinner to meet the woman who won Jenny's heart, not knowing that the woman is THAT Amy. I'd love to hear how that dinner conversation  turned out! Perhaps  it is Sheryl who invites Jenny and her girlfriend over for dinner? Can you imagine what thoughts would go through Sam's mind at seeing them show up for dinner?
   I know it's your story,, but sometimes when waiting between chapter posts, my mind gets carried away with possibilities.  I love reading about to seemingly unrelated characters suddenly finding out that they share a lot more than anyone would have ever suspected.. At times I have even envisioned a dinner between the three women that ends up with the three together in bed, and after their passion is spent, the cuddling leads to a discussion. The discussion drifts to both Sheryl and Amy each knowing a boy who wears diapers, not realizing that they are talking about the same boy, I can just imagine how you would write the looks on their faces. when they finally realize at the same time they are talking about Sam. I have played that scene out in my head a hundred times, trying to imagine how you would write that.
    Sorry for being so long winded, but i just needed you to know how much I think about your story. It is so sweet, never mean, except for Daryl, but every story needs a villain. I just love it to pieces. Keep pounding on the keyboard, I am waiting as patiently as a little baby can. Message me some time, I'd love to hear from you.

Hugs and Snugs,
Alyssa
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I have to agree with AlyssaDee, whatever changed in storytime has made the resulting comment posts a nightmare to follow.  I'm just really glad that I am caught up on the story and don't have to scroll through the pages to find where the missing chapters went. 

In regards to your question, I think the best approach might be a hybrid method.  Continue posting new updates on SK, even if that means they get bounced to the last page.  But also have a link available for those who want to view it in an uninterrupted manner.  You could put the link at the end of the first post for those who are reading the story for the first time.  Anyways keep up the great work, I can't wait to see what's in store for Ms. E and Sam's reunion.

PS> congrats on winning fantasy diva 2014!
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diaperedsam
So I am going to go ahead and take Kleinkaninchen's advice and post the story both on here and my blog, which you can get to by clicking the link: Diaperedsam's Blog  (I also have some exclusive captions posted there). I will be adding updates in both locations and as always I'll keep you posted of those.  Feel free to comment in either place if you like.  Sorry about the hassle of all of this, hopefully the new story time isn't far off.
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moriadne
I'm soooo very happy that you're continuing the story.  I knew when he threw out the diapers....that he would need them again.  Been there, done that.
As for where and how you post, I think we can all figure it out, whatever you do.  Please concern yourself more with the actual writing, and let us worry about where to read it.

Thank you for such a great story.
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PissyPrincess
So do you know when you will continue with Chapter 32?
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babyjenae
Tanks yous furs mwakins moors obs dis tories, mees wuvs dis soooos mwuchies.  Mees hwappies dats moors ibs bees mwades.  

*Huggles*  
 

BabyJenae
    (giggles...)  Hi...
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mya
i wuy your story
 Princess are kind, brave, beautiful and determined they can do or be anything 
                                  
even change the world.  

 All girls are princess what you see in the Mirrors doesn't define you.
 
It doesn’t meter if you weren't born a girl. As long as your one at heart you too
are a princess 

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IntoD
is this ever coming back?
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babyjenae
@ IntoD
 mees wouds wuvs dis torys toos habs moors toos...  Mees tinks ibe bees a weally goody torys ans wans toos habs moors toos weads... 
    (giggles...)  Hi...
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krystalasbaby
Well definately looks like we is headed for another chapter.  Be honest never hear of Blogspot.  You choose what you feel is best.  Because i will continue to check here for he updates on all my fave stories
krystala's sissy baby
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IntoD
are you ever going to continue this? It is my favorite.
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mya
I just remembered this so I checked for updates Is this it I need more 
 Princess are kind, brave, beautiful and determined they can do or be anything 
                                  
even change the world.  

 All girls are princess what you see in the Mirrors doesn't define you.
 
It doesn’t meter if you weren't born a girl. As long as your one at heart you too
are a princess 

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