Try to like Jim, babe. He is a good man. He treats you well too, doesn't he? It looks like he may be around for quite some time, maybe even permanently. It will all be fine, just wait and see. Now, let me see that pretty smile of yours, good girl Becy babe.'' She is a good girl, but she is so limited. The drugs make her weak and stupid too. I guess I need a change.'' Explanatory information isn’t really part of the plot, but where it appears should be in the early stages of the story before things really get going, or it’ll slow things down. Exposition is the author explaining things that the reader may not already know or understand about the characters or setting. The narrator may do the exposition, or the characters may, but it’s usually necessary. There can be exposition before the inciting incident or after it, or both, but by the time the action really gets rolling, you’d better be done with the exposition. Rising Action Oh my sweet girls, you are so precious. Now Mara, Jennifer is having a problem and I am helping her with it. You need to be nice to your sister while we take care of the problem, but it means Jennifer will be wearing pull-ups and probably diapers for about two weeks, so we can get her nice and healthy. I’ll explain that more to you in a bit. In the meantime, I mean it Mara: if you make fun of your sister for her diapers and pull ups, I’m going to make you do the exact same things that Jennifer will need to do for her Mommy.” Shut up Mom, you don't know anything about anything!" Amy told her mother, Becca. Amy was a short redhead that was 18 years old and was the typical teenager. Didn't do homework, did drugs, smoked, got F's all over the place. Her mother missed the sweet little girl Amy once was, and found someone online who helped her.

Mara has a surprised look on her face, and Mommy closes the bathroom door so bratty little Mara can’t try to escape - she’s only realising that Mommy was serious about her wearing a diaper too. Mommy reaches into the diaper bag, and pulls out a slightly smaller pull up, left over from when Mara stopped wearing them. She pulls Mara over to her, and before Jennifer or Mara know it, Mommy has stripped down her little leggings and pretty panties.

Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast),

It was a Friday afternoon and I was round at Jakes house, we were both in his living room playing on his Xbox whilst his mother was doing some paper work. He awoke, wet, confused, and a little frightened. His pajamas did seem a bit oversized, but not as much as in the dream. His diaper wasn’t all that much oversized either, but just to make certain that it was just a dream, he attempted to stand up and had to grasp the handrail on the crib to steady himself. He couldn’t figure it out, why did his clothing feel so baggy? It was as if he were a little boy wearing an adult-sized diaper several sizes too large! It was slipping! He could feel it! What the hell was going on here!?She was so busy staring at her phone that she didn’t even notice her outfit changing as she walked into the bathroom. She absentmindedly tugged at her jeans to adjust her underwear which seemed to have gotten bunched up. Except her jeans seemed to disappear in her hand and she touched plastic. Aunt Mary asked me if everything was all right and I nodded. I now having emptied my bladder could continue on my soft drink. We finished meal and then Aunt Mary called for the bill and then after it was settled they left the restaurant. Carolyn opened the rear doors of the car, the pink Cadillac convertible that had the top up, for her mistress and I. I rested my head on the bosom of my host as Carolyn drove off. Carolyn said, “I think our darling girl behaved impeccably in restaurant. “ I was mostly by myself at that age. My parents trusted me to come home from school and do my home work. I was about 15 when I noticed that when I would watch the baby diaper commercials. I would get really into the commercial. I would dream the little baby boy was me. My mommy was changing my wet diaper and making me laugh. Most of the time I would get an erection. I could not understand why? I started to get curious about this feeling. So on a day that I knew my parents were not going to be home until after 11 pm.

For her part, though, Christy still had no idea. It was just like before, only this time the result was much more embarrassing. "Y-Yeah, I just... I felt a cramp. I really tried to get to the bathroom, but... I didn't make it." Her cheeks were blushing a bright red at this point as she admitted to pooping her pants. People had really burst into laughter then, everyone talking about the 5 foot adult baby girl in the diaper. They had been holding their phones up, no doubt recording the incident. Ooops, I almost forgot,” exclaimed Carolyn, rushing to the closet once more. After briefly searching, she turned with a small white patent leather clutch and a pair of white glace gloves in her hands. “We can't have you going and forgetting your purse, now can we Christine?” she grinned. The gloves, though snug, fit over my hands, ending just above the wrist in a ruffled lace cuff. Yes ma'am. I knew you love lemon drizzle. I will take Beccy upstairs now. Shall I put her down for a while?''Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway. The plot of a story is what determines whether the story is over or still ongoing. It is the contour of tension that drives the story along and makes readers want to keep reading. It is the journey from beginning to conclusion. The plot is what the story is really about.