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I woke with a start, not quite firing on all cylinders, jolting awake to nothing more than the realization that I was stretched out on the sofa, head on a cushion, covered in a thin blanket. For a moment, I had no idea how I'd got there, why I was there, or what I'd been doing.

"Hmm? Huh?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes, yawning. It was strange, I felt more alone than I'd expected. I shivered, probably from the sudden cold of the shifting blanket. The TV was off and I was alone in the den.

"Oh, hey there, sleepy head. I promised you a coffee, didn't I? You do like coffee, right? Or tea? Something else?"

Oh yes, that's right, I was with my babysitter. I yawned again. "Coffee would be good," I mumbled, rolling my legs off the sofa and sitting all the way up.

"In a cup, this time? Unless you really do want it in a ba-ba." she teased. "Milk and sugar?"

"Just the coffee, thanks, in a cup. Both," I replied, huffing.

"Alright, here you go Champ," Suzy said a short while later, handing me a steaming cup of java. "So, I have a suggestion."

"Hmm?" I slurped the coffee, finally starting to wake all the way up.

"Well, Archax said he'd bought you some overalls, rompers he called them, for when you're out and about, so I thought it'd be nice to get dressed and head out for a bit before we eat."

"Ugh, do I have to?"

"What, go outside? Into the big room with the day star? Yeah, eventually. What, you think anyone's going to notice what you're wearing? Or did you think that you're gonna hide inside forever until Archax gets fed up with diapering you?"

"Um, yeah?"

Suzy punched me in the shoulder playfully. "Fat chance. Suzy's gonna make sure her little buddy gets his fresh air and exercise."

"Ugh, you're the worst."

"Come on, up and at 'em, Champ. Need a change yet?"

"No," I grumbled.

"Okay, if you say so," said Suzy, after staring at me for just a tad longer than felt comfortable, like she was trying to tell me something. Pfft. Let her try. "Let me just get the last of the pizza toppings sorted, make sure the dough's rising properly and we can go!"

"Pizza dough?" I asked. "What, you make it yourself?"

"Pfft, you think I'm a pizza delivery girl for nothing? Of course I know how to make pizza dough. It's just about the easiest thing ever. You like pizza right? I figured we could have homemade pizza, made from scratch, with all the trimmings." Suzy grinned, raising and waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"You know how to make homemade pizza?" I gasped incredulously. "Marry me!"

"I'll take a raincheck on that, Champ. I've got a lot of pampered pals saying they want to marry me, you know, it's hard to pick just one of you guys to marry. I'll head back to the kitchen, you finish waking up, then we can head out for a half hour or so, yeah? Pull on your overalls, you'll freeze to death in shortalls."

I sighed. "Fine, if you say so." I took another sip of my coffee, then got up to change. It was still hot, but had cooled down enough to drink. I was starting to feel human again.

A minute or so later, Suzy picked up her ever-present backpack and headed for the door. She wrote a quick note, presumably to Archax in case he returned before we did, using a page from one of her notebooks, which she left on the side-table near the front door in the hall, picked up the house-key that Archax must have told her about hanging from the hook near the mirror, and opened the front door.

"Whoo, bit nippy out today, so grab your coat. Come on! Let's head to the park." She gave me the thumbs-up sign as she saw me pulling off my shortalls and pulling on the similar-looking but longer-legged overalls. It was a bit difficult to pull the straps over my own shoulder, so Suzy closed the front door and, with a roll of her eyes, strode back to help me dress. It felt kind of weird to have somebody else dress me, but then Archax had been doing a good job of it over the last couple of days, so it wasn't entirely foreign. Just weird. But kinda nice.

"Good idea, but I'm not gonna get caught dead on the playsets," I stated, pulling on my coat. With it on, I was pleased to see the fact that I was wearing overalls was entirely hidden. Even the snaps in my crotch and legs didn't show up all that much, and the collar just looked like a fashion statement, not that it wouldn't be obvious to many who were more familiar with the Newcomers since Emergence what it probably meant.

Suzy just snorted, puffing air out the side of her mouth in a pfft of dismissal. "I'm not gonna make you if you don't want to. You can push me on the swings instead then."

***

At first, outside with passersby all around, I felt very self-conscious. I was sure, with every step, that my butt was so obviously huge, that I crinkled like I was eating an entire pack of chips, that I waddled like I had already loaded my pampers and that because of this, everybody would see, point and stare. The collar was one thing, but diapers? I was sure they would be noticed by everybody.

Nobody did. Not a one. It was almost as if, and I at first found this hard to believe, that nobody gave a damn about the underwear under my onesie, hidden by my overalls, which were in turn disguised by my coat. I looked... almost normal. Block after block, nobody said anything, not even when we entered the park and headed for the recreation area and the amount of people milling around increased noticeably.

"Calm down, Champ," said Suzy quietly, a friendly and calming tone to her voice, sensing how nervous I was. "Nobody can tell, and even if they could, they wouldn't care. More to the point," she said, squeezing my hand that she held, "if they did, why would you? You don't know any of these people."

She was right, I began to relax and enjoy myself. It was nice to get outside in the fresh air. I'd been cooped up since... well, I'd been really bad about doing anything for a few days before I lost my job even, having moved into a house that had everything, and I hadn't realized how badly I'd missed being outside.

I was breathing deeper, stretching, and moving. Which of course led to a problem which started growing worse as our destination came into sight. Suzy noticed it right away, and squeezed my hand again.

"You know, you can just... go," she whispered, letting go of my hand to pat me on the butt.

"I can't!" I gasped, scandalized.

"You can, that's what they're for, silly," she continued, still whispering, before letting go.

"It's... a bigger problem than that!" I hissed back as she moved to sit down on a swing.

"So what?" she replied, giggling. She kicked her legs ineffectually, starting to swing, but poorly. "Push!" she said. I moved to do so, giving her a stiff push. "Wow you're bad at this. Relax!"

"Ugh, fine!" I answered, noticing myself the whine in my voice. Suzy just rolled her eyes. I couldn't help it. I'd had a largish breakfast, a snack and now a cup of coffee and I hadn't really had the best bathroom discipline before getting put back into diapers, so now I needed to go-go and wasn't enjoying how it felt.

Okay, fine, I told myself, I don't have to do both. I can just... wet myself, a little. Just enough to relieve the pressure. That couldn't hurt.

Experimentally, I relaxed a little. It was like trying to pee with morning wood, and for the ladies out there, I don't know if I can exactly explain how that feels, but it's almost like having somebody sticking a finger in it without the fun of the finger part.

I squirmed, trying to relax one end but without relaxing the other. Eventually the dam unplugged and hot warmth began to flow into my diapers. I couldn't help it, I relaxed a little more at the sudden heat, and it was too late before I knew it. Another pressure made itself very insistently known around back and I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Suzy noticed immediately, mostly because my rhythmic pushing became staccato and rote, like I was concentrating on something else.

"Having a little problem back there, Champ?" she asked, coming to a halt with a solid scraping of her sneakers.

"Uhh, n-no," I said. She stood up from the swings, then moved to hold my hand. I moved to let her, but with a mischievous grin she ran her fingers up my side.

"Coochie-coochie-coo!" she giggled, right in my ear.

"Ahh damn it!" I hissed, tensing up, muscles trembling. Which was absolutely the wrong thing to do in this sort of situation. I could help it, it was so unexpected, I burst out laughing, and lost control.

With an audible sigh of relief, and an almost as audible sign of being relieved, I felt a large, warm, semi-solid mass push itself out into the back of my diaper to join the indistinct warmth around front. Shocked, I didn't quite know how to react. I couldn't even feel mad.

"You okay there Champ?" asked Suzy, giggling.

"Uh, um, n-n-no," I stammered, trying my hardest not to move. "I-I-I m-mean y-y-yes." It was too late, however. I felt the front of my diaper get hotter and wetter as I let go totally. I'd never really practiced not using the potty, so now when it all started, I had to continue.

She leaned in conspiratorially and sniffed a few times. "Oh, I see. Well, no worries. Gimme a push some more, will ya?" She sauntered back to the swings, totally ignoring my predicament.

"B-buh... m-my... I'm... I'm messy!" I hissed, knees pointing inwards as I tried my hardest not to get anywhere near the warm mushy lump in back of my diaper.

"Nah, yer fine. Gimme a call when you really need a change."

"But I do!" I hissed again. "This is so disgusting." I was trying not to attract attention, but with the way I was acting, I was sure to be sticking out like a sore thumb, and the way I looked was the least of the issue to anybody with a working nose.

"You do? Okay, let Suzy check her li'l buddy to make sure." Suzy got up from the swing again with a flourish. Before I could stop her, she put her hand on my butt in a light smack. I winced as I felt the mass in my diaper smush up against my backside. "Oh, wow, you're right. You're just a big stinky mushbutt, aren't you? Well, I'm not done being on the swings yet, so it'll hold. You're wearing a diaper, after all. That's what it's for," she added, in a non-nonsense voice.

"But!" I objected, whining.

"What, you do want me to change you all of a sudden? Whatever happened to mister grumpy face who was determined to not let his babysitter keep him dry?" Her tone was coy. She smirked.

"Umm..." I thought for a moment, as I gingerly stood there trying not to make a bad situation worse. Did I want her to change me? I heard her chuckle as she took pity on me.

"Look, there's a family changing room in that building over there. I can handle changing a mushbutt, even one as mushy as you, if you want out of those poopy pampers of yours."

"Dooonnn'ttt!" I whined. "Everyone will hear!" I looked around at all the screaming kids running to and fro. Most of them had barely heard each other or themselves, the chance they were paying attention to us was practically zero. But still!

"It was pretty loaded in there when I checked," she teased. "You don't have to worry about it, you're the mushbutt. I'm the babysitter. It's my problem and I can handle it. I took changing supplies just in case," she said, pointing to her bag, "so I have everything I need right here to get you clean and dry again."

"Umm... umm... o-okay, I... I guess." I wriggled, feeling the weight in my diaper shift around. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, just... I didn't want to think about it. I could smell it, of course, but out here, where the wind was blowing, as long as you weren't downwind, nobody else would. Or if they did, I doubted they'd know it was me, after all... nobody my size wore diapers, right? Still, I didn't like it.

"Okay, looks like my li'l buddy wants that diaper change after all. Come with mama, I'll get you sorted."

I didn't so much say anything in reply as just whine in her general direction as she took me by the hand and led me towards the nearby facilities.

***

"Ah, this is nice. Out of the wind, plenty of room... right, up you get Champ."

Suzy walked boldly into the sizeable family changing facilities as if it was the most usual thing in the world for her. Then again, she was a professional babysitter, so maybe it was. There was a large but otherwise normal toilet in one corner in an oversized stall, a row of three sinks down one wall, and a large, flat surface with a padded mat on top down the other. All very utilitarian and sturdy. Far more sturdy than was required for normal sized babies, but that was mostly because the builders wanted it to take the everyday usage of hordes of screaming kids. Luckily for me, I realized, blushing, because otherwise I'd be getting my messy diaper changed on the floor.

We'd walked past dozens of oblivious people, most of them kids running around and screaming as they swung on swings, slid down slides and clambered on climbing frames. It all seemed surreal, in a way, but... maybe it was that simple. Nobody cared much about my diapers except me. And Suzy, of course.

With some huffing and puffing, and some careful maneuvering to avoid making more of a mess than necessary, I eased myself up onto the changing mat. It was red, adorned with teddies hugging the obligatory moons and stars, and didn't quite offer enough padding for my size of backside.

Suzy busied herself unsnapping my overalls, revealing my legs to the whole world, along with the white onesie beneath which was barely holding my bulging, yellowed diaper in place. "Here we go, first get your overalls up... that's right... then the onesie... phew, you really are a stinky-butt, aren't ya?"

"Suuuzzzyyy!" I complained.

"Aww, I've already said, Sweetie, don't worry about it. I know what might help... here!" She bent down to her bag, rooted around in it for a moment, then took out something. Before I could stop her, she put her hand to my mouth and pushed something soft between my lips. I almost reflexively lipped at it, and felt how it squished. Harder plastic settled itself against my mouth and I realized immediately what it was; a pacifier.

"Shu-shee!" I complained around it, unable to spit it out as she held it in gently with one hand.

"Just... give it a try. You're so tense, I'm having trouble changing you. You need to relax. And besides, Archax did order you to do as I say."

"Buh I fheel shtuphid!" I complained.

"Well I don't care. I think you look cute. Now relax." I huffed, and gave it a try. I concentrated on sucking on the pacifier as Suzy got to work, and oddly enough it kind of worked. "Butt up... now down. There we go, now I can get the onesie up. Oh yes, you really did need a change."

I whined again as she spoke, but did as she asked, easing my backside up off the mat so she could pull the back of my onesie free and get access to the whole of my diaper. Shnuck, shnuck, shnuck... I sucked experimentally on the pacifier, it felt weird, but it was helping me relax. She pulled the onesie all the way up, then loosened the tapes.

"Hey! What are you doing in he--oh! Sorry, I, uh..."

I stopped sucking on the pacifier, distressed, as a large woman in black stockings and a dress that loudly announced 'homeowners association chair' stormed into the changing room. She had probably wondered just what two people like us were going to be doing in a place like this... well no, she hadn't wondered at all. She'd been sure it was monkey stuff. She definitely hadn't expected it to be an overgrown toddler getting a diaper change.

"Shu-shee... Ish... ish... ha persh..." I could hear myself starting to choke up, my heart was hammering in my chest and I felt sick. A cold sweat broke out across my chest and I started trembling in fear.

Suzy murmured something softly to me, putting a hand on my chest, before turning to the woman who had barged in. She seemed to be almost as embarrassed as I was. Almost. I put my arm over my head in fear, whimpering, turning my face away from her and sucking on my pacifier fiercely in an attempt to calm down. I could hear the start of a wail form in my throat as panic rose. Once again, Suzy comforted me until I calmed down enough to be merely frantic.

"That's okay, ma'am," Suzy said, turning to look at the interloper. Calmly, she smiled and nodded down at her rucksack. "Hey, if you want to help, you could hand me a clean diaper from the bag?"

For a few moments, there was a pregnant silence, then the woman answered. "S-sure, I can... h-here you go, Miss. I'll... I'll leave you to it." The woman strode over to stand next to Suzy before bending down, reaching into her bag and straightening up with one of my clean diapers in her hands.

"Thank you, he's a bit of a handful, aren't you Champ? Shhh, it's okay."

"Oh, I know what you mean, they can be an... um. A handful," the woman finished lamely, before bowing out of the changing room, red-faced. Suzy just giggled as we were once again left alone.

"Serves her right for being a nosy baggage, eh Champ? Aww, no, it's okay! Everything's fine, don't be sad!" She bent her head to mine, stroking my hair and as I almost sobbed through the pacifier, breathing heavily. "I told you, it doesn't matter if somebody like that sees a thing. She'll forget about it, and so what if she doesn't? It's okay, relax, just breathe. I'll get your pampers changed and we can head home, okay? You can even have another nap if you need one."

"Buh She shaw! An' an' an'..."

"Shhh, it's okay, it'll be okay."

In an efficient front-to-back wipe, Suzy dealt with most of my accident and followed it up with some wetwipes to get rid of the rest. In next to no time, she was applying cream in some sensitive places to ward off rashes and finishing it off with some talcum powder. I didn't really notice when she pointed Junior downwards, but with an expert finger hooked into the cuff around my legs, she teased the leg-guards in my diapers until they were snug and taped them up. Then she applied the onesie snaps, then refitted the overalls.

"There we go! All done. I'll just deal with this, and we can go!" Suzy balled up the heavy diaper she'd just pulled off, expertly taping it closed, before dumping it in the diaper pail. Then she turned to help me up. "You can take the dummy out now, dummy," she giggled. Almost reluctantly, I pulled it out. "It's okay, you can keep it. And before you ask, it was clean. I always carry a few spares, the little ones are constantly losing them and you wouldn't believe how fussy some of them can get without one."

"I d-don't want it," I said dismissively, holding it out.

"Fine, just... keep hold of it for a bit, okay? I don't really have a good place to put it to keep it separate. How about putting it here?" She took it from my outstretched fingers, then placed it into the large single front pocket on my overalls. "Come on, time to go home. I think we've had enough of an adventure for one day, huh? Besides, I bet you're getting hungry now you've made some room."

I whined again speechlessly, looking at her accusingly as she grabbed my hand and started homewards.

"You're so easy to tease, you know? And such a cutie! Anyway, can't you almost taste that pizza? Hometime!"

***

The walk home was as uneventful as the walk out, it helped a lot to calm my nerves after the changing-room run-in. Suzy opened the door, ushered me in, then closed out the world. I collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh.

"Okay, Champ. You rest there a bit, okay? I'll go get the pizza on, but first, let me fix a little something for my brave boy."

She vanished into the kitchen, as I turned on the television, and returned with a bottle. Handing it to me, I noticed it was warm. I looked at it suspiciously. It was the wrong colour for coffee. "What is this? Formula?"

"Just a bit so you can hold out until the pizza's done. The oven'll be ready shortly, then I'll put it in."

"I... feel bad for not helping," I said, suddenly, taking a sip from the bottle. I did, I felt guilty. I was just lazing around being waited on hand and foot. Didn't even have to wipe.

"That's okay, believe it or not that's what I'm here for. Tell you what, if we survive today, you can help me more next time, okay?"

"Next time!?" I asked incredulously.

"You do want there to be a next time, right?" asked Suzy, smiling.

"I... um. I guess so?" I replied. I blushed. I hadn't thought about it like that. I liked her, despite the incredibly awkward situation she'd come for.

"Oh, gee, thanks," she giggled. "Such a glowing vote of confidence. Go on, you relax a bit, I've got things to do elsewhere." She moved to tie her hair back with one hand as she stepped into the kitchen, gesturing at the TV with her other hand.

I did as she bid, getting myself comfortable. The bottle was weird to drink from, on top of the formula being a weird taste. Not exactly unpleasant, but... different. I played with the top a little, unscrewing it and drinking it straight, tightening it back up and flicking the nipple with my tongue or on my teeth. Eventually I just leaned back, tilted it upwards and drank, watching the scenes unfold on the screen. I barely noticed when it was finished.

"Oh, good boy! I'll just take that! Pizza's in, it'll be ready soon. Let's eat in a bit, then you can go down for a nap, and if there's still time, we can goof off until Archax returns, how does that sound?"

I didn't bother with the requisite 'do I have to?' whine. It sounded like a grand idea.

***

It was the opening of the front door that woke me up, once again finding myself blearily wondering for a moment where I was, who I was and what I was doing.

"Good afternoon, Mister Archax, sir," I heard Suzy say politely.

"Good afternoon, Miss Suzy. Has my pet behaved himself?"

"Oh, absolutely! He's had two bottles, we went out for a nice walk in the park, he ate lunch -- I hope you don't mind, we had a pizza that I made. There's some left if you'd like -- and he's been very good the whole day. He's taking a nap right now, though I wouldn't be surprised if he's woken up, let me go see... hey Champ, your owner's back. You okay? You look a little woozy."

"Umm," I said, intelligent as always. Suzy stood above me, looking down as I lay on the sofa, once again covered in the thin blanket. "Um, I think I'm ok."

"Thirsty?" she asked, prodding for something more substantial.

I cleared my throat, rolling into a sitting position. "Yeah, my throat's kinda dry." I stroked my throat where my collar was.

"I'll get you another bottle of juice."

I watched dumbly as she strode back into the kitchen, then looked around in confusion as a parade of kobolds trooped in through the still-open front door, carrying an array of boxes.

"Umm, what're those? Who?"

Archax stomped over to where I was sitting, picking me up bodily. He held me close in a familiar hug, then I felt his claw move to cup my backside. He was checking my diaper. "He is dry? Are you certain you're okay, pet?" he asked, holding me slightly away from his body so he could look down at me.

"Oh, don't worry about that. He's been changed, when we were out," Suzy said from behind me. She held out a bottle, which Archax took from her. I reached for it, but the dragon held it away, turned it around and offered to put it in my mouth. Pouting at the continued babying, I accepted it with bad grace. "At least I don't think he's feeling peaky. Bit warm, but then he was sleeping under a blanket." Her hand on my forehead felt soothing, but also strange. It had literally been years since anybody had done that.

"I will keep an eye on him. Now, to business; we had agreed you were to be paid for every hour past a half, so that makes it six today, by my reckoning. I do apologize for being later than intended. Do you mind how you are paid?" asked Archax.

"Oh, that's alright, sir, and no, I have no real preference," Suzy replied, tilting her head slightly.

"Then I shall pay you in wyrmgelt, if this is suitable? With an advance for several more engagements, you will not be at a disadvantage for converting to local currency and I will be more easily able to pay you immediately and secure your services for the future. Eight similar eggsittings as today in total, is this sufficient?"

Suzy, who had made a moue of disappointment at hearing she would be paid in wyrmgelt rather than dollars, brightened considerably at the actual amount. "May I ask for, umm, some token amount in local currency? Sir? Only I was not expecting--"

"Ah, yes of course, your gratuity! This shall be in the local coin. I hope... this is sufficient?"

It was hard to actually see from where Archax was holding me, but I heard the clink clink clink of the glittery metallic coins that dragons preferred followed by the flip-flip of what I assumed were Terran bills. I could definitely hear a squeak of shock from Suzy. I knew from experience that the coins were large, round and heavy, stamped with intricate designs of people, places and great beasts, the quintessential coins one associated with dragons of old.

When the Newcomers came following Emergence, they brought their own currency with them. Whilst most shops and businesses did technically accept them, the large coins found more of a niche with collectors and investors, so strings of Exchange offices sprung up which were run by gnomes, dwarves, even dragons, as well as ordinary Terran humans, to serve that need.

Some folks had tried to counterfeit the coins, at first. It never worked. Most never got to try it a second time. According to rumours, some wyrmgelt coins were made of actual gold and silver, but these appeared to be made of more relatively mundane metals, despite being remarkably resilient to heat or other damage. Some said almost magically so.

"Y-yes, s-sir, thank you, that is... very generous."

"I reward service, Miss Suzy, as much as I punish transgression. You have pleased me, and my pet appears to like you. I would maintain this cordial relationship." I heard her audibly gulp. I was vicariously glad that I wasn't the only one he had that sort of effect on. "Now, you are free to relax in my domicile, but it is at your own leisure. I would not be so rude as to, ah, 'turf you out', I believe is the term, but I must supervise Ichyx upstairs. Rashath's kobolds are perhaps too efficient at times." He chuckled, pulling the bottle out of my mouth -- which I'd failed to notice was empty -- before putting me down on the sofa. "You may stay and play with Miss Suzy, Peter, until she leaves."

"That's okay, sir, I do need to be going. Thank you, you have a lovely home. And I had a lovely time. I'll be seeing you again Champ, be good!" Suzy said happily, collecting her things. I barely had time to wave before she was out the door.

It was the crash from upstairs that jolted me out of my reverie. What had Archax been doing whilst he was out all this time? And who were these kobolds? And what on Earth were they doing upstairs... in my room!?