Missouri

I was going to say this was a The Boys/Sky High(haha) inspired ABDL Superhero story but didn't- I was going to write a synopsis/summary and may add this later once a few more chapters are out. My husband(also Daddy) and I began dating when The Boys series came out and are huge fans! I personally really enjoy the 'reality' of being a super hero and writing it in this story.     7: 2nd Offense   By the end of the week Zoey had been through her first full 5 sessions with Dr. Grey. After waking up from her last session of the week, she felt the euphoric feeling once more. She feel flushed as she woke, a bit different than the other sessions. It felt like she had an orgasm and had just woken like in her sleep. She tried calming down from the feelings causing her to blush at the doctor who watched her with a hint of a smile on his face and a humored look in his eyes. Dr. Grey asked, “Are you feeling okay, Zoey?” He asked as she blinked to his eyes. She looked sheepish and steadied her breathing, “Yes, doctor.” Zoey shifted, knowing she’d have to change her panties after this. What had gotten into her lately? It seemed like every time she fell asleep it was an erotic moment when she woke. On top of that, she was going through underwear quickly. She’d need to have another laundry day soon. Luckily for her, the night before she didn’t have an accident again. “Good, you’re dismissed.” He went back to his laptop and she nodded but didn’t move. He stopped typing and looked to her, “Something wrong?” Zoey’s breathing hitched a little bit and she frowned, “I, um, just feel really good since being here. It’s weird.” She looked into Dr. Grey’s warm brown eyes that flickered with something unreadable. “Hm.” He said, closing his laptop to cross his arms and leaning back on his dark leather brown chair. His eyes studied her, but he said nothing. The quietness from him only made her feel excited. She felt like she had the hots for this doctor since she got here and it was humiliating in itself because someone like him would never date someone like her. She was a Super influencer and was his patient for Christ’s sakes! She didn’t know why she’d even float the idea in her head. “I’ve also had some strange dreams.” She paused, internally wincing that she’d even mention them, “They are vivid and weird to say the least and it’s been every night.” She swallowed, face feeling warm from the idea of almost telling him she woke up in a post orgasm state almost every morning now. “And what are these dreams about?” He asked, fingers brushing his chin as he watched her get uncomfortable sitting there. Zoey blushed and shook her head as she stood, “I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I think I’ll go, sorry.” She said, walking out of the room quickly and closing the door. She didn’t want to lie to him nor tell him. They were embarrassing and she was nervous that telling him would only make her squirm further about him. Zoey went to her bedroom to find a few items on her bed. She closed her door and walked over to her bed, sitting near a sketch journal, canvas, paint, some drawing tools, and coloring pencils. She opened the pencils and smiled at the colors. She got a 96 pack of Crayola colored pencils and the item alone made her feel slightly little, like a small child. Zoey climbed more onto her bed and opened the sketch journal. She looked out the bedroom’s glass window that looked out to the beach and began sketching it with a light gray pencil. Zoey was so engrossed in her coloring that she missed lunch completely. She looked at the clock when she was done and realized it was already 4:30 PM and her stomach was grumbling. She went to the restroom and realized she never changed her sticky underwear. Zoey changed quickly and went down the stairs for a snack before dinner. As she came down the stairs, Dr. Grey had his laptop bag slung over his shoulder and was walking out the door. Zoey nodded to him as they exchanged a glance at each other. She felt so awkward in his presence she didn’t dare to speak. “I’m going out to dinner with a few old friends at my house.” He said, about to say goodbye before Zoey cut him off. “Oh, you live separately?” She asked, a bit confused why he had been at the beach house if he had a separate place. “Mhm.” He said, eyes studying hers with a pause, “I try to stay here the first week of a new patient but it’s time for me to go back home for the weekend.” “Oh.” She said, slightly relieved to hear that he’d be gone in the case she’d have any further accidents. His eyes looked at her as if he could read her thoughts when she looked back up at his, “Be good, Zoey. See you Monday.” He murmured before leaving. She watched through the front doors window him get in his black SUV parked in the circle road of the beach house and leave. She gulped, confused why she was relieved and sad of his absence at the same time.   That night at dinner Zoey ate the barbecue chicken meal cooked by Paula and was left to Ivy, Trident and Joey as company after the chefs left for the night. Zoey felt the tension in the room and knew she did not have Dr. Grey in the house or anyone for that matter. Zoey ended her dinner early and got up to leave, only to find herself falling on her butt hard from Ivy’s vines holding her ankle down. “Fuck!” Zoey said, the vines all over the ground, how did Zoey not notice during dinner that they were growing?! She tried to squirm away, but the vines encircled her wrists and ankles, growing up her legs to her thighs, “Stop, Ivy!” She said, looking to the table and knowing she couldn’t reach the water even if she wanted to. Zoey felt energy pulse through her hands for the light but could only make the light flicker. She wrestled with the vines as she was pulled off the floor and laid against the wall. Trident and Joey just watched from their seats. Trident saying to Ivy, “Be nice, Ivy.” “I am.” Ivy said, turning off the light in the dining hall and crossing her arms, “She’ll just sleep here tonight. I think that’s fair.” Zoey yelped, “Please no Ivy! This isn’t fair AT ALL!” She writhed underneath the itchy vines that held her to the wall, eyes already watering from the situation. “I think it is.” Ivy said, walking over to Zoey and cupping her chin in her hand, “You sent me to the hospital for 3 weeks, one day is me being nice.” She growled, “I could make it the whole weekend if I wanted too, though.” Zoey didn’t speak back, she just cried on the wall, pinned by Ivy’s vines and a prisoner to the shackles she was in. “It’s kind of hot the whole bondage thing.” Trident murmured as he stood and was about to leave. “Of course you’d like it. Don’t get any ideas though Trident or you’ll end up on the wall next.” Ivy’s eyes shifted to Zoey with a trace of mercy, “I’m evil but not that evil to let Trident take advantage of you, Zoey, believe it or not.” The three left the room with Zoey hanging there and struggling against the vines without giving. Hours and hours went by until she felt uncomfortable by her bladder. If not for her bladder, Zoey would have fallen asleep in her confines. The vines let up a little bit for comfort, she’d give them that. Zoey shifted, her thighs held strong by the furry moss vines. She breathed slower as she closed her eyes and let her bladder go. She felt gross as the vines got damp and the urine trickled down her thighs. Zoey cried again from just wetting herself like a baby. Although, the thought of her wetting herself like a baby made her stomach tickle a little. Her recent dreams had made her like the idea of that, as much as she’d hate to admit it. After another hour of hanging in, she fell asleep to wake five hours later to falling onto the ground. Zoey woke up in confusion as Ivy stood in the room and the vines were curling away and into her arms. “You moan in your sleep, you know.” Ivy said, looking at Zoey gathering her bearings as she began getting up. “No, I-um...” Zoey shook her head with a blush, half asleep still as she remembered a bit of her vivid dream about being publicly diapered in a convenience store and people checking her diaper and changing her in front of everyone. “Gross, you wet them.” Ivy sneered, smelling the putrid urine scent in the room and on her vines. “I’m done messing with you, I think I had my fun. Take a shower or something.” Zoey nodded and went back to her bedroom, taking a long shower and changing into a clean set of clothes. Zoey threw her clothes in her dirty clothes hamper and then went back into her bed, hoping to get back into the dream she just got knocked out of. She fell into a nice deep slumber after being held by Ivy’s vines the whole night. Zoey saw familiar warm brown eyes as she was in the Tower in the lobby. He was smiling down to her and looking to be admiring how adorable she was. She blushed as she looked down and was wearing a diaper. Zoey tried pulling down her shirt but it failed in covering her secret. Embarrassment took her like a wave as she was in a public space in just a diaper. As much as Zoey tried to move, she couldn’t. Dr. Grey came over quickly to her rescue and picked her up. He brought her into the elevator and to her room. “Shhhh, shhh.” He cooed her and placed a pacifier in her mouth, soothing her. He touched her diaper and it was wet. “I- um.” She began and he pushed her onto her bed in response to a diaper change. He placed a changing mat below her bottom and began changing her diaper…   Zoey woke up moaning and a powerful orgasm going through her. “Mmmph.” She moaned louder than she wished that may have been loud enough for her housemates to hear. Zoey took a few seconds breathing heavily in a post orgasmic glow as the dream was still so vivid in her head. She cursed under her breath as she was still feeling hot and bothered. Zoey wanted the feeling to stop so she touched herself until a second orgasm, it being almost as powerful as the first. Zoey laid there for minutes in a euphoric state thinking of him. Dr. Grey. She had fantasized him in a dream and now she was day fantasizing about how handsome he was. Along with that, he was caring and passionate about his job. He was commanding and strict which was a huge turn on for Zoey. She didn’t know much about him, but the mystery ate her up and made her want him more. She shifted, realizing that there was more than stickiness in her panties. She pushed her white comforter aside to find a large wet patch on her pajama bottoms and over her sheets, “Fuck!” She got up quickly and pushed off the top comforter to gather the sheet underneath. Underneath the sheet was a wet patch in the mattress. Zoey’s face became red as she realized that the damage to her mattress was now done. How was she going to tell housekeeping about this? She didn’t pee herself to this degree the last time she wet herself during the night! The only thing she had going for her at this point was the fact that Dr. Grey was gone for the weekend and wouldn’t know what happened. Zoey took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes. She gathered her sheets and sodden clothes to take down to the laundry room. She quickly scampered passed the hallway near where she heard her other housemates already eating breakfast. She went past the gym and to the laundry room that’s door was closed. She set down her sheets on the ground to open the door. As she turned the knob, she found it was locked. Zoey tried again, thinking it must because she was just nervous of getting caught by her housemates. The door didn’t open, and she tried once more in desperation. “Fucking fuck.” She cursed under her breath, realizing that the cleaning ladies must not be there for the weekend and keep the door locked when they’re gone. Great, just great. 10: Caught   Ivy was much nicer after she got her way with Zoey and actually acknowledged Zoey in the room. Surprisingly, they were cordial and chatted a bit during Sunday’s dinner. “God, I couldn’t do the monthly Agency setups anymore. They are dumb. What was the stupidest one you’ve been through?” Ivy asked, already having hers in mind. “When Firefly burst into my makeup room. Like, I couldn’t do anything.” Zoey laughed at the memory, “The Agency tried to film it but Firefly and I just ended up fist fighting and she had to make it seem like I took her down. It didn’t work and we were on the ground laughing and rolling on top of each other. Kinda was low key soft porn.” Zoey said, almost crying from laughter. Ivy rolled her eyes with a snicker, “That’s hilarious, you are so tiny I don’t know why they’d try to do that setup. Isn’t Firefly like 5 foot 11 or something?” Zoey nodded as her dark brown bangs bobbed, “Yup. It was embarrassing.” “Almost as bad as you wetting yourself yesterday?” Ivy said, Trident and Joey looking to them. Zoey swallowed, eyes widening as her brain went straight to the night wetting, not even realizing that she also peed herself on Ivy’s vines. She gulped and went with it, realizing that Ivy didn’t see her the second time or at least she convinced herself of that, “Ha- yeah. Almost.” “You like… couldn’t hold it?” Joey asked, charismatically with his eyes wide looking from Ivy to Trident. Zoey felt so fuzzy with embarrassment she couldn’t respond and just blushed. “Wow.” Trident said with his blue eyes looking at Zoey’s flushed face. Ivy saw Zoey’s silence and shrugged, “Given, Zoey was tied for like 12 hours.” Zoey looked up to Ivy, surprised she was showing mercy and giving a friendly excuse to the guys.   By the time Sunday night rolled around, Zoey set her alarm for 7AM when she knew the cleaning ladies showed up. Ever since Zoey’s wetting that Friday night, she had set towels over her bed in case of a second accident. The day before she didn’t have any problem besides waking up hot and bothered once more. The dreams were exciting and it was embarrassing how much the humiliation made her horny. She didn’t know what was happening to her yet it didn’t matter because she couldn’t stop it. In fact, she’d even admit to liking this new fetish she had developed, a lot actually. She’d be lying to say that it didn’t creep into her consciousness during the day that she daydreamed and fantasized about wearing a diaper and acting like a baby. She imagined it in her room, going to a shopping mall, being in a car getting a diaper change and so many other places. The taboo of it excited her and she only could wonder over the weekend if her sessions she may have been learning her deepest desires too quickly. Had Zoey had this deep desire prior to being here? She knew she grew up too quick as a kid. Sure, she had lots of attention as a child but she never got to enjoy the little things. Her mom was single and lived in poverty that she forced Zoey to work. Zoey was pushed into child acting and commercials. She went from try out to try out with her mom characterizing her as ‘Super Lightning Girl’. Before Zoey knew it, by age 8 she was in her first movie. Then she had her own TV show following it as people wanted more of her. That died down by age 16 when Zoey said no to every possible opportunity. She and her mother moved to California and Zoey finally had a say in her decisions. The Super Agency didn’t like that she was saying no to everything and baited her into at least doing talk shows, small movie cameos and being an influencer. They said they’d take care of her social media, she just had to film the scripts they wanted. That’s what Zoey had done since 16 and has died down in popularity. The Agency still wanted to cast her in more shows and movies but she declined. Zoey didn’t want to be a movie Super, she wanted to be a real Super like Officer Hawk, Harrow Bone, Captain Thwart, or Dogman Jones. Zoey was just a ‘pretty face’ to the Agency and she wanted to be much more. She wanted to bring justice to the world, not be some face of any propaganda the Agency wanted to push. She did meet the real Supers and was, to be quite honest, disappointed as they didn’t seem to care about humans. They really cared about the money and merch they could sell at the end of the day. They just were pretty faces and gave humans hope that they were protected, yet all the Supers caused collateral damages. Many innocent lives have been killed, people injured or put in debt due to destruction. There was a reason why there were so many lawsuits of the Agency and Zoey didn’t want to stand as association to them. It was wrong what they did and stood for the more and more she found out. Zoey laid there in bed that Sunday night thinking deeply about these things and why she felt such a strong desire to be babied. Was her dreams just telling her something? There was a possible underlying meaning… or just that Zoey was incredibly kinky and had a fetish she couldn’t quite understand yet. As many times as she had orgasmed the past week from this new awakening, she couldn’t place a finger on that there had to be something more. Maybe Zoey craved being taken care of, loved unconditionally, and placing her trust in someone completely. She could never trust her mother growing up, as she knew it was only an exchange with her adopted mom. If Zoey took a new opportunity, her mother would visit more. If Zoey denied opportunities, her mother wouldn’t talk to her. Zoey never had a father and, if she did, she was sure he’d be just as fake. Many Supers understood what Zoey was going through and she wasn’t alone in being lab created and adopted. Zoey didn’t even think she ever experienced unconditional love or love that was real from these experiences. Maybe that’s why she tried to kill herself so often in the recent years. She found she must either have a high drug tolerance or be immortal at this point. The only thing she was sure would do the trick may just be Power X. Zoey eventually fell asleep with these thoughts encircling her mind.   Dr. Grey was trying to find Zoey in the grocery store as she ran from him. She was playing hide and go seek in a public area that Dr. Grey was obviously fuming about. He found her and yelled, causing her to halt. Zoey felt like she couldn’t move as he strode over to her, kneeling and taking her over his knee. She gasped as people murmured in passing but didn’t stop him. She had awful pain on her rear end and began crying. After her spanking he took her to the bathroom and began to put her in a diaper before…   Zoey felt an orgasm shudder through her body as she stirred awake with a moan she muffled into her pillow. She was breathing heavily for a few minutes, remembering the dream she just had that lead to it. What the FUCK is wrong with me? Zoey thought as she stared up at the dark ceiling and then at the alarm clock that just went off for 7AM. She rolled over, pausing as she felt very very wet. She looked down in horror to find she wet all over two towels on her bed and her pajamas were soaked. Zoey made sure to not drink anything after 7PM the night before… how could this be happening?! She got up quickly and took the towels off the bed to hopefully not soak it more. She saw some yellow wetness on the bed and she scurried to the shower, stripping off her clothes and showering as quickly as she could. If she played her cards right, she should be able to start washing her sheets before Dr. Grey would be back… or at least she hoped! She didn’t know what time he came in on Mondays but only assumed that she’d get downstairs prior to him coming in. She’d be lying to say a small part of her wanted him to find out, but that was wrong of her, very wrong and a bit on the naughty side. After her shower she shuffled down the hall and stairs with her wet sheets, towels and pajama bottoms. As she went down the hall she nodded to one of the cleaning ladies who passed her with a mop bucket, “Need help?” The older Hispanic woman asked. “No, I got this. Just spilled water on my stuff is all.” She nodded politely to the woman. “Oh, okay.” The cleaning lady kept walking as Zoey scurried past the indoor gym, not even daring to look if Dr. Grey could be in there. Zoey made it inside the laundry room and threw her sheets and everything inside, not caring about mixing the colors with whites. She didn’t care, she just wanted to hide her evidence at this point. “Zoey?” Zoey froze, heart pounding as she was about to close the lid. She turned her head to the man standing in the door. Dr. Grey stood with his arms crossed in black gym shorts and a long sleeve grey shirt with his eyes glowering as if Zoey was in trouble. “Shit.” Zoey said, biting her lip.

Dang!!!! That hit so many sweet spots right there!

I hadda stop reading when she got to the place an mommy left cause I got too s-s-saaaaaaad 😭😭😭😭😭😭 because you’re a good writer and I got too little and wrapped up in the story a-and thinking I’m Dani and her mommy doesn’t really love her it’s terrible 😭😭😭 she thinks she does but she doesn’t! Not if she’s gonna hurt her and regress her against her will. That means she’s bad just like the bad aunt and I hate her and I hate all of them and it’s horrible to hate her mommy because then she’s all alone in the world 😭😭😭🥺

Tristan yelled and flailed  as he tried to escape the creature's grass kicking his little legs at the creature, which only got worse when the creature bare this fangs and he could smell his breath although the creatures breath did smell minty fresh.