There was a kitchen and living room in the main area and seemed like it had some stairs going to a second floor.

I could spill as much food as I wanted, inevitably there would be more, and that was assuming my friends wouldn’t gang up on me and force it on me like they’d done earlier. Hits a ton of buttons, I think the moment of realign how tiny he'd become and the helpless and obvious messing were the favs. I have to excuse myself from class often to run down to the nurse’s room, the only place I’m allowed to use the restroom. Today we’d be able to leave and after two or three hours in the car I was confident that my friends would begin to come out of their stupor.He has a seemingly ideal life and is blessed with loving parents, a cute baby sister, and great friends. The day was already so surreal that it actually didn’t surprise me that much that my friend was happy to wet his diaper. This was the beginning of a very strange transformation and he had no idea what was going to happen next. I probably could have done better with a few less characters, but it's just a little easier to add more characters.

I, like many others, learned to read from the “Dick and Jane” series of books to which I was first introduced in the first grade.Nick and Clark, or Nicole and Claire as they were beginning to go by, spent their days giggling and became more and more mindless with each passing day.

I couldn’t believe it, but somehow my bladder control seemed to have dropped overnight and I was in danger of actually needing my diaper. So they settled into a comfortable silence as they leaned against the rail on the side of the ship and watched the island growing on the horizon.

The other characters did seem to be kind of flat, but given they were under the effects of the diaper powder, it's pretty understandable. At first it was just kind of annoying, but within a couple days my control was down to the point where by the time my bowels told me I had to go, I had about a minute before it was coming out, regardless of if I was on the potty or not. Farts and pooping were a big one, as was peeing which meant I could no longer subtly wet myself since I’d burst into a fit of giggles every time that happened.