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=========================== Mark Meets Jenny ====================
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	Mark walked over to his mom and dad as they were getting ready.
	"But why, mom?" Mark whined.
	Mark's mom turned and kneeled down to Mark's height.
	"Honey," she said sweetly. "I know you're upset, but we haven't 
gone out in a while, and it will only be a couple of hours," she 
continued holding Mark's shoulders. Mark looked at her, trying to 
guilt-trip her.
	"But I'm old enough!" Mark said.
	"Honey, you're only nine years old. Please, just relax. She's a 
nice and wonderful woman, I guarantee you'll love her!" Mark's mom 
replied.
	She stood up and walked next to his father, as he straightened 
his tie. Surely, to Mark's ears it was because he was too young. But 
the truth was that he was just too stubborn. Earlier that month, Mark 
had actually refused to go to the bathroom and actually went in his 
pants, not too mention that he often destroys the place, making it a 
wreck. Mark looked up at his mom and dad again and watched them put on 
their make-up as they got ready. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
	"Oh, that must be her. I'll get it," Mark's dad said, as he 
walked out of the room and towards the front door. Mark shuffled his 
way behind his dad, getting ready to see the babysitter. Mark's dad 
opened the door, to reveal a beautiful girl, somewhere between the ages 
of 13 and 16. She was holding a bag, but within it was unknown.
	"Hi Mr. Mayak, I'm Jenny," she said as she stuck out her hand. 
Mark's dad held out his hand and the two shook hands. Mark looked at 
them, trying to stay hidden from sight. Mark's dad looked around 
quickly.
	"Listen, Jenny. My son is shy, and he wets the bed. Don't tell 
him that I told you. Make sure he gets his diaper on. Sometimes he can 
be stubborn about that. If he is any trouble at anytime, give us a 
call," Mark's dad whispered, handing her a card with their cell phone 
number on it. Jenny giggled.
	"Sure thing," she said, taking the card into her pocket. Mark 
looked over again, seeing Jenny's face completely. Jenny glanced over, 
seeing Mark. Mark's dad walked back into their bedroom. Mark walked 
out, building up confidence. Jenny kneeled down as he stood at her 
feet.
	"Hello there," Jenny said, chuckling as she waved.
	Mark said nothing as he stared at her. Mark's parents walked out 
of the bedroom, ready to go.
	"Well, we have to get going now," they said. "We'll be back soon, 
in about three hours," they continued.
	"Okay, have a wonderful time!" Jenny said.
	Mark looked up at the two. Eventually, the parents left. Mark and 
Jenny went into the living room, and sat down on the sofa.
	"So, what do you want to do, Mark?" Jenny said, happily.
	"I don't care..." he grunted.
	"Come on, there must be something you want to do," Jenny said.
	"Nope..." he said, facing away. Jenny smiled. She looked at her 
bag, and unzipped it. She looked inside the bag.
	"C'mon Mark. Something? You want to watch a movie, you want to 
play a game? Anything your parents don't let you do?" Jenny said. Mark 
said nothing, as he sat there.
	"Mark, we are going to be together for three hours, so you might 
as well just stop playing this game because I'm going to be here for a 
long time and I'm not going anywhere," Jenny said. But suddenly, as 
Jenny was sitting there, she saw something strange. Mark had his thumb 
in his mouth and he was peeing himself.
	"Mark...why are you doing this?" Jenny said, ignoring what she 
saw. He silently removed his thumb from his mouth, and dried it with 
his sleeve.
	"Honestly, you can tell me. I won't tell your parents," she 
continued. Mark turned his body back, fully revealing his peed-on 
pants. He looked at her, deciding whether or not he should tell her.
	"...come on Mark..." Jenny said.
	"I..." Mark said.
	"I...like being...like a baby..." Mark said as he stuttered.
	"Do your parents know about this?" Jenny said, not surprised at 
all.
	"...yeah..." Mark said. "But they don't approve. I always want to 
wear diapers and drink from a bottle, but they will never let me," Mark 
said.
	"That's why you wet the bed. You want the diapers, don't you?" 
Jenny said. Mark nodded his head.
	"Well I tell you what," Jenny said. "If you stop giving me a hard 
time, I'll show you what's in this bag. Deal?" Jenny said. Mark looked 
over at the bag and looked up. He thought how now that he told her 
everything, that he has to accept.
	"Okay...deal," Mark said. Jenny looked over at the bag, and 
reached in. Mark watched carefully at what she did. Finally, Jenny 
pulled out a bottle, and handed it to Mark. Mark looked at it, and felt 
happy and surprised. Jenny turned back around and continued searching 
through the bag. She pulled out a pacifier, and then handed that to 
Mark, too. Mark looked at the pacifier and bottle, and only wondered 
what would come out next. Jenny looked into the bag and pulled out a 
bib, plastic pants, and of course, a bag of diapers. Jenny looked over 
at Mark.
	"Now, with those wet pants and no diaper, I need to change you!"
	Mark lay down on the floor, happy. Jenny leaned down, pulling off 
Mark's wet pants. She pulled out some baby wipes and some powder as she 
tore open the bag of new diapers. Jenny also pulled off his shirt, as 
it had some pee on it, too. Jenny took a baby wipe and cleaned him up. 
Mark felt a glow of happiness and pleasure as Jenny put a diaper under 
his butt. Jenny slipped a diaper under his butt, and folded the front 
up. Mark looked down, from the floor and looked at the bag of diapers. 
'Pampers size 6...' he thought to himself. Mark looked up at Jenny as 
she fastened the tapes. Jenny giggled and took a binky and put it in 
Mark's mouth. Mark sucked on it, and watched Jenny take his wet pants 
and walk into the hallway. Eventually, she came back.
	"Anything I can do for my baby boy?" she said, excited.
	"Ba-ba," Mark said. Jenny walked over, and picked up the bottle. 
She walked back into the hallway. Mark lay on the floor, content, 
remembering all of the days he imagined laying on the floor in a 
diaper. He just wished his parents did this for him. His parents were a 
fine couple, and all they want is their son to be best of the best.
	He sat there as he waited for Jenny to present him with a bottle, 
remembering the first time he decided he want to be a baby. It was when 
he was potty training. He was only 6 when he first was being potty 
trained. His parents had tried many times but Mark was just not ready. 
By age 6, they tried again. The two took his diapers away, and 
presented him with the toilet. Mark was fine with the idea, and for a 
while using nothing but training pants, Mark succeeded. His parents 
were proud, and decided that it was time to take the training diapers 
away. He did well without them. But one night, while Mark and his 
friend Monty were having a sleepover, Mark had an accident. Monty, who 
was 8, just laughed, calling him a baby. Traumatized, Mark decided that 
it was enough with underwear, and requested diapers. Mark's parents 
tried to make him feel better and tried to make him change his mind 
about wearing diapers but it was inevitable. After Mark had gone two 
months without diapers, he came up with a plot. He would act like he 
was a bed wetter. He would urinate on the bed after waking up, and 
eventually, his parents bought him Goodnites. Mark had gotten what he 
wanted, but after a while it wasn't enough. He wanted to be babied.
	It'd been like that for three long years, which brings us to the 
moment where he lays on the floor, in nothing but a diaper and a binky 
in his mouth.
	"Here you go, Marky!" Jenny said interrupting Mark's remembrance 
of the past. Jenny looked down, to find that the binky was no longer in 
his mouth. Instead, his thumb was. Jenny leaned down, and put the 
bottle close to his face. Mark felt a burst of happiness, as it broke 
his bad memories. He put his mouth on the nipple, and began to drink. 
The bottle was quite large, it was obviously made for adults and it was 
filled completely to the top. Jenny set the bottle on his face as she 
put he arms under him. She pulled up with all of her might, and managed 
to pick up Mark, who wasn't that heavy. He was only 50lbs max. She 
carried him over to the blanket she had apparently set out in front of 
the TV. She sat him down on the blanket. Mark lay there and watched the 
TV as Jenny sat down with Mark, and continued feeding him. Eventually, 
Mark felt the need to pee as he was still drinking from the adult sized 
bottle. He just let go. He began to pee in his diaper, which had been 
his dream for the past two years. As he was peeing his diaper, Jenny 
sat and watched his diaper fill and bulge. Jenny giggled and pulled the 
bottle out of his mouth. Jenny looked over at diaper bag that was 
sitting next to her. She looked over at the bag and snagged one out. 
She pulled out a diaper, and the powder and the wipes, and unfastened 
the tapes and began to change Mark's diaper. She handed Mark the bottle 
again, now that she had free hands.
	"Can you handle that yourself while I change your diapie, Marky?" 
Jenny asked. Mark nodded a yes as he continued to drink. She giggled 
again and continued to change his diaper. This is the way it would be 
for the rest of that day. Every time Mark would run out of milk Jenny 
would give Mark the binky and refill. Every time he would go in his 
diapers, she would change them. Eventually Mark became unaware of 
anything. He got used to the whole cycle.
	Eventually the clock struck nine. His parents would be home soon, 
so Jenny had to clean up. Mark lay there and continued drinking his 
bottle and continued watching TV as Jenny fixed all of the furniture 
back.
	"Okay, where is your room, Marky?" Jenny asked. Mark stood up, 
and pulled the bottle out of his mouth.
	"Fowoe me," Mark said with a wisp, used to sucking the bottle. 
Mark lead Jenny into his room, not too far from his parents' room.
	"Okay, I'm going to let you keep the binky and the bottle, but 
for now, I can't let you keep the diapers, okay, Marky? This is a 
present for being such a good boy today!" Jenny said.
	"Really?!" Mark said happily.
	"Okay Marky, I need you to get into bed. I need to change you 
into your big-boy diaper, okay?" Jenny said.
	"No! I don't want those stupid big-boy diapers! I like these 
diapers!" Mark whined.
	"I know, I know, I don't like them either, but if you don't get 
into them, your momma and dadda will get mad at me and you won't see me 
anymore, and you don't want that, do you?" Jenny said in reply, doing 
her baby voice.
	"...no..." Mark said, laying down on the bed.
	"Good boy," Jenny said. She leaned down, and put the bottle and 
the binky under his bed so his parents wouldn't find them. She 
unfastened the diaper to find that it was clean. She took out the 
diaper from under him, and asked "Where are the big-boy diapers?"
	Mark looked around. "In my closet," Mark said. Jenny walked over 
to the closet and returned with a Goodnite. She slid one on, and took 
the old one and put it in her purse, seeing how it was clean.
	"Okay, all done. What do you want to do now, Marky?" Jenny asked.
	"Weed me a bedtime storwy" Mark said, whispering.
	"Sure," she said. She pulled out a story from the book shelf and 
began reading it. She read it to him for ten minutes, until Marky 
finally went to sleep. Jenny sat on the couch waiting for his parents 
to come home. Eventually Mark's parents came home.
	"So how was he?" Mark's mom asked.
	"He was great, never handled one so well-behaved," she said.
	"How was he...with his diaper?" Mark's dad asked.
	"Oh, he got it on right away. He didn't hesitate to get it on," 
she said. "He's sleeping like a baby," she said, continuing. Mark's 
parents thanked and paid Jenny, and eventually she left. Mark's dad 
looked over at his mom.
	"So, think we should hire her again?" he said.
	"Absolutely, she said he was no problem at all." Mark's mom 
replied.
	Well that's it for now, hopefully you enjoyed my story. Currently 
I have no plans for one that will take place in the future, I need to 
draft ideas for that. But until then, I'm making a very long prequel, 
so it may be several weeks until the prequel. Thanks, later.

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