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  1. Looking for a big person to change my diapers and watch me wet them. I'm in Jacksonville Florida. Anybody nearby interested?
  2. Bailey fidgeted, trying to decide how she felt about her newest impulse buy. It was always so hard to buy new underwear online. But these were so cute, and she's had her eye on them for a while now. She lifted her skirt up and down in front of the mirror. Playing peekaboo with the pull-up that she had wiggled into moments ago. "They are definitely more comfortable than I thought they'd be... and they are super cute!" She thought. Ending the game that she was playing. She held the front of her skirt up for a few moments, before deciding to forgo it all together. She shimmied it down her slender legs, and let it drop to the floor - admiring the babyish design of her grown up sized pull-up. Her smile said enough. She was thoroughly pleased with her purchase. "Why haven't I been wearing these my whole life!" Bailey roared through an excitedly toothy grin. "Oh yeah… because I couldn't have pullups delivered to my mom's house. Duh! Stupid Bailey!" She answered herself. Playfully smacking her own forehead. "Good thing I'm a college girl now, and have my own apartment all to myself!" She smiled mischievously. "Well… I was… a big college girl." She looked down at her padded crotch, as it grew warm and started to swell. Bailey closed her eyes, and shivered with ecstasy. She had been dreaming about this for years. She remembered being 14, and stealing her cousins pullups. Smuggling them home, and sneaking them on after everyone in the house went to sleep. But back then she never would have dreamed of actually wetting them! She was already anxious enough wearing them. Every step and quiet crinkle sent anxious quivers down her spine. How could she possibly clean herself up, and dispose of a wet diaper without waking anybody up. Eventually her cousin was potty trained, and her supply ran dry. No pun intended. She went without for those next few years, and almost forgot about her little fascination. Until she was pledging for her sorority that is. As a way to humiliate the pledges. The older girls made them all wear diapers, and perform equally humiliating tasks to prove their loyalty to their sisters. Trauma bonding does terribly great work as an indoctrination mechanic on impressionable minds! Seeing all the girls her age in pullups - and even more so, wearing one herself stirred up all sorts of emotions. Bailey closed her eyes, and felt the same sense of joy she felt that first night. Way back during her freshmen year. She giggled thinking about how naughty she felt just wearing a pull-up. Back then she was still able to sperate her little indulgences from her actual responsibilities. "Oh… sweet summer child." She playfully scoffed at herself. As she opened her eyes. She was face to face with a six foot baby. It was her reflection of course… Her little fascination had really grown in the last four years. She no longer wore her pullups. As her peers all grew up, all she seemed to want to do was grow down. When she bought those pullups, it was because she wanted to be a toddler. But as time marched on, she identified younger and younger. She eventually made the switch from pullups to diapers. After discovering the website littleforbig. The pink nursery print diapers. She ordered them the second she saw them. She went from a toddler to an infant the second she opened her first package. She eventually quit buying cute outfits for the club. Opting to spend her money on cute onesies, and jumpers. Why would she waste money on big girl clothes… she spent every night locked in her apartment. Eventually nights became entire weekends… and before she new it she was blowing off classes to stay home, because she wasn't ready to take off her diapers. It became rather costly, but luckily for her she received a rather generous stipend from her mother and father every month. To say her family was wealthy would be an understatement. After amassing the woredrobe fit for her new life, she decided her accomodations were in need of some updating. Her bed was swapped for a big crib, she teased her vanity for a changing big changing table. She painted her walls pastel pink, and replaced her chic curtains with more infantile ones from Babys r Us. She spent a lot of money there actually. Replacing her dishes and silverware with their more baby appropriate versions, and filling her apartment with all sorts of fun toys. She got an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she toddled around her nursery. It wasn't just that she needed to poop. Bailey had noticed her school books. It was nearing her final exams. And she really needed to study. After missing so much class, if she didn't ace her tests, she wasnt sure she'd even graduate undergrad. And she had her her mother constantly pestering her about what med schools she wanted to attend next year. "Ughhhh!!! I don wanna!" She screamed and stomped. "I don't even wanna be a big girl. This is what I think of you! Stupid books!" Bailey scrunched her face, and started to squat. Her frustration about exams floated away, as she filled the seat of her diaper with a fresh mess. "Yay! I'm a big baby. I'm a big baby. I'm a big…" she babbled, and blew spit bubbles, as she bounced around in her mess. her joy was short lived. As her intrusive the intrusive thoughts crept back in. "What the fuck am I doing? What happened to me?" She looked at the infantile room she had curated. "Has this gotten out of control? I might not even graduate now!" Her baby brain tried to fight back, but was interrupted by a sound she didn't expect to hear. Somebody outside her apartment, a metallic clink, and the creak of her front door opening. She scrambled to hide herself from whoever it was. Not an easy feat, in a studio apartment. Even if she managed to throw a blanket over her. It would be a literal baby blanket, and she was standing in a literal nursery. Not to mention the smell… "Oh my God!" Bailey didn't manage to find cover before she heard her mother's voice. "What is all this? Is this what you've been doing, while your father and I spend thousands of dollars to send you to university? How much did this all cost? Why are you… why… WHY?" Her mother tried to make sense of what she saw. She was prepared to find her daughter smoking pot or doing drugs, like most people her age when they start to ignore their schoolwork. But she wasn't prepared for this. "Mom! What are you even doing here?" Bailey screeched. Stunned to see anybody. Especially her mother, who lived clear on the other side of the country. "I can explain! I just…" but Bailey didn't have the words. She honestly couldn't explain. "I caught a flight out here after getting a call from your advisors. I don't even know if I can say I expected worse. I expected a lot of things but not this." Her mother answered sternly. "This is… this is a lot. But either way, I came here to bring you home! No sense in paying for an apartment, and you to live out here, if you aren't going to school." "No I don't want to… I am going to go… I can still graduate!!! If I pass all my exams!!!" Bailey started to cry. "I was just about to start studying!" "It's too late Bailey. Exams were yesterday darling. You oficially flunked out of college. I told your father we needed to come check on you more often!" Bailey tried to protest. "Too late, little missy!" Her mom's attention turned to some voices in the hall. "It's… ummm… it's fine y'all. Just come in and start packing stuff up. I'm sorry about this. I'll have her out your way soon." "Who are these…" but Bailey was interrupted. "These men are here to pack your things, and bring them home. And we can get everything set up just like this at the house for you." Bailey could see the men trying to avoid gawking. But was also trying not to make eye contact. "But…" "No butts. They only butt I'm worried about is yours. And I'm wondering if it is the reason this apartment is so stinky! Did you actually shit yourself?" Hannah walked over to her daughter, pulled at the elastic waistband of her diaper, and peeked inside. Jesus H. Christ! Honestly, I thought I was done changing diapers for a while after your niece was potty trained!" Grab a few clothes to travel with, I'll pack you a diaper bag, and let's get out of these nice gentermens way. Chop chop." "But… can I change first?" Bailey whimpered. Only be told by her mother that she will deal with that mess at the hotel. "But… can I… am I going to come back to school? I promise I will…" "After seeing all of this I don't think college is really your speed bailey. I think I know a school that is right up your alley now. You will already know one of your classmates! Your niece Milla just got enrolled there. It's a little late to register, but your father has a friend on the board." "But…" bailey continued to snivel. "But… Milla is only three… she goes… She goes to PRE-SCHOOL!!!" Bailey started to ball uncontrollably. She felt so little, as her mother apologized to the movers for her daughters tantrum, and led Bailey out of the apartment…
  3. Cinnamon, Gunpowder, and Diapers Sam did not like bullets. Guns were another matter. Shooting was an art form, a skill of reflexes, coordination, situational awareness, and good ol’ fashioned talent. He, Sam Jack, was an artist. He probably took better care of his gun than he would have his wife - not that he had a list of standing offers in that department. There was no time for such things. The district office’ gun range was where he spent his off hours, and his job at the FBI left him with little enough of those. He was the best, and was constantly assigned the hard jobs – when he didn’t outright request them. His home did not even have a kitchen; there was no room after the remodel. The at-home gun range had required too much space, but of course it was important to have somewhere to practice on those nights when his insomnia kicked up. (The permitting had been a bit tricky on that one; the downstairs neighbors kept making a fuss. Clearly they did not appreciate the obvious truth: the only proper reason to own your own condo was to add a few… reasonable customizations.) But enough about that. Sam’s day was already in progress, and it was not going well. His present situation involved far too many of the aforementioned bullets. Specifically, the ones which had shattered his back windshield, left mirror, right mirror, and most frustratingly: his driver-side taillight. He had just gotten that fixed! Then there was the one which had flown by his left ear, so close that he could feel the breeze as it whizzed by. He was getting plenty of good shots in himself, mostly due to having trained to shoot with his left hand. These kinds of skills were important; one never knew when one might need the right hand free in order to steer the car the wrong way down a busy freeway, just as Sam was doing now. In that sense it was turning out to be a fairly typical car chase; he simply liked it better when he was the one doing the chasing. It had all started when he had been tasked by his superiors to guard an attractive young woman by the name of Paige, who presently sat in the passenger seat beside him. He had no idea who was trying to kill her or why; that was all above his pay grade. He simply needed to keep her alive. “Keep your head down, please,” he instructed upon noticing that she was sitting up quite rigidly in her seat. Her head was now a perfect target for the shooter in the car behind them. “What?” she shouted back. “I said,” he repeated more loudly, reaching over his shoulder to fire a couple more rounds, “to keep your head down!” He had not even heard himself over the fresh ringing in his ears, and anyway he needed to swerve just then to avoid a head-on collision. He tried making hand gestures, but then glanced back over to see Paige still sitting up. Her dark hair was mussed from the wind blowing through the broken windows. (They didn’t bother Sam as much as the tail light; he had never gotten around to fixing the air conditioner anyway.) Her back was still unnaturally rigid, and her round face held a look that said ‘not good’ as plainly as any he had ever seen. Her eyes were round as saucers, and her mouth was open in an almost perfect ‘o’. Her gaze frequently darted to his face and then away again, but she said nothing. Both hands were pressed against her slim waist. He immediately feared the worst. “Where is it?” he shouted. “Where’s what?” she yelled back. “The bullet wound! You need to keep pressure on it!” “I’ve been shot?!” she demanded with sudden horror, her voice turning into what was almost a shriek. He glanced at her, feeling his own forehead bunch up in confusion. “I don’t know! I thought… Why are you holding your stomach like that?” She looked down and back up, then did a strange almost-flinch as if the answer would get her in trouble. Her eyebrows arched slightly and she smiled a cute, sheepish smile that showed off her perfect, even teeth, made her look younger than her twenty-six years, and genuinely had no business being in the middle of a gunfight. “I, umm, just peed my diaper,” she replied a moment later. The sentence so distracted him that he almost got winged by the bullet that took out his rearview mirror. He recovered himself quickly, swerved, and made another left-handed shot out his window, taking out the last headlight of their attackers. “I hope their warranty on that light just expired yesterday,” he thought aloud. “These jerks don’t know how frustrating it can be to –Wait, ‘diaper’?” he said as he spun to face her. Seeing that same sheepish attempt at a smile in return, he turned back to the road and tried to process this. “Will it leak?” he asked. She shrugged meekly. “I don’t know… If I pee more, maybe.” He looked at her sternly but said nothing. She bit her lower lip nervously but said nothing. “You don’t still need to-” he started. “I need to pee again,” she said over the top of him. “Well, hold it!” he demanded in horror. “That’s brand new upholstery on that seat and-” “I’m trying!” The last window on the vehicle shattered from another bullet. “Can’t you… do something about that?” she complained. “Just hang on,” he said after discarding several acerbic replies he would have rather said, “we’re going to take that exit right there.” “Exit?” she said with obvious befuddlement. “All I see is an entrance ramp with more headlights coming this way.” “Yeah, that one.” Without further explanation he swerved the car violently around an oncoming truck and onto the entrance ramp. He had to swerve several more times to avoid the cars that continued to come at them. Each time they almost collided with another vehicle she flinched and grunted. “Would you stop swerving like that?” she protested at one point. “It’s making it worse!” He couldn’t take his focus off the road long enough to give her the exasperated retort he desired. “I can’t… I can’t do this any longer,” she said at one point, in a voice that sounded desperate and tired. Her hands now alternated between grabbing the cloth of her knee-length circle-skirt resting between her legs and twisting, and pressing it up against her groin. “I’m just going to-” “Hold on!” he pleaded. She had to close her eyes and concentrate for a few moments before she could speak. “I have a confession,” she said finally. “I’ve been wet for hours. I went at the restaurant, and then again in the subway.“ Her hands moved to the area of her stomach again for emphasis. “But this time it’s going to be… well I only wore my light pull-ups and…” She never finished the sentence but instead went back to wincing and grunting at every bump or turn. “Well why didn’t you…” He waved his hand around in a vague gesture. “Why didn’t I do what..?” she shot back tartly, mimicking his hand gesture in obvious mockery. “When did I have a chance to do anything about it? When we were hiding in the closet of that restaurant, running for our lives down the subway, trying to disguise ourselves in the crowd of that big parade…” She continued on like that. She might have had a point too, he grudgingly admitted. It was really hard to find a good break time when people were trying to kill you. Avoiding oncoming cars was easier now thanks to being off the highway; there were so many more options: yards, public parks, sidewalks… He had to swerve at one point to avoid a jaywalker. He shook his head in disappointment at the man. It was just so obnoxious when people flaunted the law! “Yeah, well okay, I get where you’re going with this. I do.” He sighed theatrically before turning her way -now driving through the city’s large waterfront park using only his peripheral vision. “It’s just that I’ve been busy with the whole SAVING YOUR LIFE thing! Did you notice that? Did you notice that going on at all?!” Satisfied that he had made his own point, he turned his attention back to dodging trees. He nodded with satisfaction as he did so; investing in new, five-year-warranty, all-terrain tires had clearly been a good decision! “Oof!” she protested as they hit a bump severe enough to nearly knock her head into the car’s roof. “Oh no… No I’m going to…” One more bump, and this time she made a sound that started like a grunt of pain but ended like a long sigh of relief. “Ohhhh, oh, oh gosh I’m… I’m going…“ Her body went slack as she leaned back into the seat in obvious surrender. Several sighs and a few soft exclamations of ‘oh gosh’ followed as she pointedly ignored his gape-mouthed stare. “What did I tell you?” he complained, deftly avoiding a couple with a stroller on the grass. Why did pedestrians never use the sidewalks? “I’m sorry,” she said in a tone that sounded much more relieved than apologetic. “I can’t stop… I’m going to leak…” The car behind them had closed the distance, and he knew from previous chases here (this particular park was conveniently located right off the freeway) that the boat dock was out of sight behind a large hill up ahead. He gunned it, hoping that the car behind them would do so as well, then made a hard, hard left turn right after passing the steep hillside before slamming on the breaks. Sure enough, the car behind them had floored their own pedal to keep up and did not anticipate the turn. They went sailing right down the boat dock and into the river. The source of their first problem dealt with, Sam exited the car without a word and quietly walked around to the passenger side. Getting the jammed, mutilated door to open took a considerable effort on his part, but Paige made no attempt to help. She had gathered her skirt up with her hands and held it around her waist to protect it from another, steadily growing body of water: the pool of her pee on the car seat. Her tight, red lips were tilted up on one side and down on the other as if not knowing whether to smile or frown, and her brows were gently tented above her round eyes that tried altogether too hard to look innocent. They were pulling it off too, he had to admit. Looking further south, he observed the significant bulging of her otherwise form-fitting disposable pull-ups where the overburdened absorbent padding had soaked up everything it could. The garment sported a faux-cloth style exterior that was clearly designed to look like real lingerie, and even went so far as to have little fake ribbons and bows painted around the top. Curious but not wanting to speak just yet, he reached down and pulled the front of the garment away from her waist so that he could see inside. She made no move to stop him. Sure enough, more liquid was still pouring out from her. He let go. As his ears began to recover he realized that he could even hear the low hiss of the woman’s spray as she shamelessly relieved herself in front of him. Taking a moment to calm himself, he looked over his car and took inventory of things he would need to look at. The windows were all shattered, as were the taillights. All three mirrors were in ruins, and a hubcap or two seemed to have been lost at some point. The engine was smoking ominously, and bullet holes made the whole back end of the car look like a metal sculpture of swiss cheese. “Great,” he said after a heavy sigh, resting his gaze once more on Paige, “just great… You’ve ruined the upholstery.” She frowned, and her eyes lit up with a sudden fire. “That’s what you say to me? After all that? After almost getting me killed how many times?” He made at least two attempts to protest but she simply shouted over him each time. “Your car is a pile of scrap metal, and you’re worried about the stupid upholstery??” She rose deliberately from her yellow pool, dripping on the ground a bit as she stood defiantly before him. Her hands were still occupied with holding her skirt high and dry, putting her undergarment on clear display. “No, no, no, Mister!” she barked in a tone that said she was (thankfully) coming to a conclusion. “You owe me a safe place to rest, a good meal, and…” She glanced downward and then back up as if what she said next had just occurred to her. “...And I'll need a new diaper! You may have just made this the worst day of my life, Pal, so you’d better believe that if there’s any chance at all of redemption for you it’s in giving me-” Once again he had stopped listening. Her full lips were distracting, the way all the smooth, soft features of her round face were arranged perfectly within the frame of her dark, flowing, shoulder-length black hair. The smooth roundness of her breasts and the shapeliness of her body… She broke off as he suddenly wrapped his thick arms around her and pulled her to him. His lips locked onto hers before she could object, but she made no effort to pull away. She would tell him later that he tasted of cinnamon. Cinnamon and… what was the other thing she would say? Oh yes, cinnamon and gunpowder. She would say it quite romantically too, and he would smile at the pleasant memory. The smell of her wet diaper combined with her rosy-fresh perfume in his own nostrils and made an intoxicating scent. He explored her back with his hands and her previously stiff body melted to a warm softness in his arms. “Sorry,” he said quite honestly after releasing her some moments later, “I don’t know why I did that.” Now it was his turn to stumble over his words. “It’s just that… no one else has caused my heart to flutter the way you have -or done as much damage to my car as you did- and… I guess I don't want this feeling to end.” “You don’t have to explain,” she assured him. “You loved me from the start; I know – it’s okay. I’m sorry about yelling at you like that, it’s just that-” “No actually that was kind of a turn-on,” he admitted. “Pardon? You mean, when I started verbally abusing you for saving my life, that…” “...turned me on to you even more,” he finished for her. “Yes.” She scrunched up her face haphazardly in a new expression that he took to be confusion. “I… really?” Her voice grew quiet as she seemed to be thinking out loud. “That doesn’t seem like it makes any sense, but I mean, the heart wants what the heart…” Then, in a louder, more confident voice she finished “Oh whatever, I’ll take it.” This time she was the one who pulled him close, her smaller frame fitting nicely in his arms. Once again he began moving his hands gently over her hills and valleys. He squeezed her bottom at one point, only to remember too late that it had a soaking wet diaper over it at the moment. Some of her pee escaped, dribbling onto his leg, but clearly neither of them cared. She moaned softly for a moment, and then squeezed her eyes closed for a heartbeat -as if from exertion- before squishing up her face once again and pulling away just a bit. “You don’t have to resist it,” he said gently. “Let me ignite your fire-” “No,” she said in a strained voice, “it’s not that.” She was looking at him now with that sheepish smile he knew all too well. “It’s… I still need to pee some more and… and I think I’m about to poop.” Before he could respond, several waterlogged men broke the surface of the river near the boat ramp. They had somehow managed to hold onto their guns, and he recognized the model at a glance as one which would fire even after being submerged. He let loose a heavy sigh, but the upside was that at least he was going to get shot at by people who had a respectable taste in guns. A moment later they had indeed recovered their balance and were getting a few shots off. “Hold that thought,” he instructed before scooping her off her feet with his powerful arms, one under her knees and the other beneath her upper back, causing her head to rest against his shoulder. “I know a safehouse nearby.” He took off running, effortlessly leaping across root and rock despite the added burden of carrying her, and the chase was on once again.
  4. Well, I have a new story started, a friend of cool content helping me edit, and a ton of nervous energy. I always get a little nervous when I start a new story, and worse so, when I post the first few chapters! Please watch for the Point of View IDs (--- Becca ---) littered throughout the story. It's a first person work told from several points of view. I think this may be a long one so enjoy and let me know what you think! ----------------------------------------------------------- Birch House Chapter 1 --- Becca --- “I’m not parking this far away from the house everyday.” My husband grumbled. “Yeah, this is kinda retarded. If we buy it, you won’t have to.” I agreed flipping my bangs out of my face the jewelry on my wrist clinking together like a wind chime. “We’ll just drive up there and park next time, but we’ll need to get some gravel brought in and make a real lane out of this grownup driveway. We should do a circular drive and make sure Ann’s got a place to park too.” He said calculating volumes in his head. “We’re not pissing off the Finn’s Trent. We’ll park down here by the road until they tell us it’s ok, or we buy it.” I asserted. “All right… All right Babe.” Trent caved not wanting to upset the sellers either. That’s how Trent was though, always planning ahead. He could see things coming before they got to us, and still find creative ways to bitch about it even if he already had a plan to deal with it. I loved trent with all my heart, but his attitude could be an acquired taste. I had been with Trent since I was a little girl… first as a friend and eventually his wife. Trent’s offered me his hand getting out of my car, and I paused to pull my black lace covered skirt back down where it belonged. Stockings are great and all, but the silky lining of my skirt let it ride way up when I got in the car. I may like showing some cleavage and making sure my tattoos are visible, but I didn’t intend to flash my lack of panties to the world. I love teasing Trent, so normally that’s a good thing, but our realtor sure didn’t need to see my lady fur! Regardless of Trent’s attitude problems, I loved him. Not to mention the short walk up the tree lined lane was beautiful this time of year and was doing wonders for both our attitudes. The little forest guarded the edge of the property from view blocking us from our potential neighbors. In fact, it felt like the house was carved out of a small but wild grove of trees. Even the chill in the air because of fall’s cooler temperatures couldn’t mess with my mood. “God I hope we can close this deal. This place fucking rocks.” I squealed clinging to Trent. My hopes rose with each step closer to my would-be-house. My head swiveled admiring the small forest and the well kept yard. It was the fifth time we’d wandered up that path, and I was starting to feel like I was coming home. I wanted that house so badly, but the amount of debt we were talking about was Hella scary for me. Owning a home was going to be an exciting new chapter in our lives. I mean, I was still driving the car my parents bought me when I turned sixteen for fuck’s sake! The only credit I had was a hundred dollar Victoria Secret card! Big spender I was not. Mom would be so proud of me. I wish she were here to see this with me. Drunk ass old fool! I thought sparing an unkind thought for my dad too. Ashley, our realtor, had shown us this property all five times we’d visited. Each time she looked amazing, and she didn’t let me down that day either dressed in a brilliant blue business suit that day. I remember it matched her lovely eyes. The realtor greeted us with bright smiles hugging me tightly like a long lost friend. I admired her for her sense of style even if it was different than mine, but I’ll be damned if she didn’t catch me staring. “The house is nice too. My firm has sold this house a total of six times you know! This will be the second time that I have found Birch House a new family. She’s just an amazing place.” Ashley said over her shoulder as we toured the house taking my attention from her legs. “I still don’t understand the turnover.” Trent implied blind to her appeal. “This house, at its age, in this condition, and at this price point has always been a great deal. She’s always been a great first house or last house depending on your stage of life. Remember, six times over that many years isn’t so alarming.” She said sticking to her tour confidently dismissing his question handling Trents skepticism like a boss. “It looks like everything in here is new!” Trent said getting his first at the like-new old house. I realized she’d given this tour a million times before, and it added a layer of nervous energy to the walkthrough. Her cleavage was distracting me more than Trent, and I bet she dressed up to show off her assets as a tactic too. I shook my head clearing out the unproductive thoughts feeling a bit like a dude at Hooters hoping the waitress really meant all those kind words. I was ready to make an offer, well… mostly. We had our co-signer and our funding all worked out. We were ready to finalize on our latest offer, assuming the property had been improved like the Finn’s had promised. I shook off my uncertainty causing the chain on my ear piercings to make dainty metallic noises that only I could hear. Personally, I thought Trent had a good point, but maybe I was biased? Why would the house have had so many owners? It’s was nerve wracking going into debt like that, and I just needed to be sure. It felt terrifying and exciting at the same time like that time I went bungee jumping. Making a bad deal and going into over a hundred thousand dollars worth of debt was dragging my excitement to the shitter. The house seemed big enough to me... maybe it was just rich-lady-reasons? I sure as hell didn’t any of those! I wasn’t certain why it was only a good house to start or end one’s life, but I bet she had a speech prepared for the question so I just let it go. There were like a million rooms at Birch House. I bet a big family could live here for a good long time, decades even. The listing had it at about eighty years old. Three, maybe four owners seemed reasonable to me, not four before our realtor’s firm and six more after! Ashley skimmed her notes flipping through the thick stack of paper on her clipboard. The current owners had met us here the second time she showed us the place. I couldn’t believe it had only been a few weeks ago. Trent and I had discussed the things we’d like to do to the house to really make it our own after our first visit. It was going to be hard to complete our list since we didn’t have a lot of cash left for improvements. When the Finn’s had asked, it had seemed like a strange question. A question answered cautiously because we were eager to make a good impression. So, we literally gave them a copy of our list hoping for the best. They’d talked to us for quite a while when we met them. The Finn’s stayed so long it began to feel like a job interview! They’d asked what improvements could be made that would help us. Things they could do that would make the house more attractive and let us pay for the improvements over the term of the loan. The Finns freakin awesome! They were clearly still deeply in love with each other and Birch House. That was no small accomplishment after having been married over ten years. We guessed they were in their mid to late thirties at the time. They said they were only moving because Mr. Finn had been asked to head up an office for his company in another state. They said that they absolutely loved the house and honestly hated to leave it. That made more sense to us. It seemed like a good reason to move, but we still felt uneasy after the interview. We had the sense that the whole deal was too good to be true. We still had two months on Trent’s lease and weren’t too worried about finding a place to rent, so we had the time to be patient about our house hunting. His landlord even offered to go monthly on our rent at the end of the lease, so we had that option too. He wasn’t thrilled when we put in our notice. “Good tenants like you kids are hard to find.” Carl had told us reading our letter of intent. Good? Ha! We were the best tenants! We Phillip’s are handy. We’d tackled small home improvement tasks and simply ask off a bit of rent when our landlord was happy with the results. The first few times we’d had to get any upgrades approved, but it didn’t take long to make a good impression. The bathroom tile and marble countertops had made him so happy he’d paid for the supplies and given us rent for free that month. We weren’t afraid of a little elbow grease. In fact, we enjoyed working to make a house a home. Trent’s mom called it nesting. Unfortunately, money was going to be short for a while. It always is after you buy your first home. His mother had warned us, and it turned out she was clairvoyant about our potential lack of cash. There were more out of pocket expenses than we were expecting. We intended to make the repairs to Birch House on our own, and in our own time. Our realtor had insisted on asking about improvements saying, “you never know.” Then the Finn’s turned around and asked us themselves. We felt much better about being asked than doing the asking ourselves. “We’ve asked to meet with all the potential buyers you know. We’ve decided we are backing your offer. Honestly, the Missus just loves you two. Birch House was our first home and we just love it. Is there anything we can do to help you?” Marshall Finn had asked. Turns out the list we’d made at home was just what the doctor ordered. Trent’s forthought helped us out again, but his ego suffered from the triumph. The improvements were part of Trent’s property evaluation process. God, he was so organized it was obnoxious! Our fantasies gave us some goals to work toward and a future to dream of. In the end, the Finns had the list and we left it with them to think it over. “I can’t believe they did all this in two weeks!” I said trailing my black tipped fingers over the new stove while glancing around at the refurbished cabinets. “Well, they must be heavily invested in unloading this place, or they just really liked you two and were prepared to help you out. I think what really motivated them was when you said you’d have to take a renter for the upstairs.” Our realtor commented as she walked. “Rebecca look! They pulled the carpet off the stairs and refinished the old floors! They had to have had people working 24x7 to pull all this off. It’s not like it was in bad shape before, but this… It’s amazing.” Trent’s eyes roamed around the house absorbing details in a state of wonder. “I know. I mean we may want to paint, and I’d eventually like marble on the counters in the bathroom here too, maybe the kitchen. You know how I am about my marble! But, this… is UNREAL. It looks like a brand new house in here!” I gushed bouncing on my toes. “I noticed the shingles were replaced on the way up here. Did they mention any water damage?” Trent asked. “Uh… I have a note here that there was a small leak in the attic. The inspector’s report says there was only discolored sheetrock which has been replaced as well. This is an amazing deal. Brand new roof, that’s a ten thousand dollar value added back.” Ashley insisted redirecting Trent. The woman was amazing! Her word wizardry would leave you eating your own words with confidence. Un...Fucking...Real... “Well, I wouldn’t feel right countering lower than the asking price now. This place is worth way more than they have it up for.” I told them both, my heart investing deeply. “Awe Trent, look they left that rod iron frame up I liked so much. Honey, I just LOVE this place!” I said it and knew I was all in at that point. Our realtor probably felt her commission check weighing down her purse after my blabbermouth. The two story house was priced to move at one-hundred twenty thousand, but with these improvements it was worth around one-eighty easy. The Finns had gone way above and beyond for us. “Well, you can’t go wrong with Birch House. It always sells fast! Owners seem to stay a while or get out in under ten years. Then they move on to something bigger and better if they leave. Maybe it’s good luck?” Ashley shrugged having sussed out my love of the supernatural and superstitious. “There’s only one weird thing. The owners almost always want to meet the buyers before they accept an offer.” She noted certain that this deal was sealed. “But, you guys already nailed that, so I can’t imagine them not signing right away.” “I just want to run around in the yard barefoot and I don’t know… pounce on the couch for a good nap in the sun. These windows are insane! There’s not a smudge on them anywhere. They let in so much light!” I fussed to Trent tugging at his shirt begging him with my eyes. Hell, the grass looks as lush and fluffy as the carpet! “Ashley, you know we are just going to offer their asking price right? See if they will cover the closing costs for us, and we’ll be able to afford the paint right away. If not, we’ll take it anyway and paint in a few months.” Trent tells the realtor confident he’s getting a good deal the confidence sexily wafting off of him. “Oh Trent! Really! God, I really don’t want to leave now. This new carpet probably sleeps better than our bed!” I said bending to rub my hands through the pile on the livingroom floor. I was so wrapped up in the feel of that luxurious carpet that I forgot about my short little skirt. I mooned Ashley with my stocking covered pany-free ass, but she never commented. Girl wanted that commision check! “Ann is going to love it here. She’s always wanted a dog and there’s so much room! I guess we better look over the upstairs and I’ll run through the attic before you call them Ashley. Due diligence and all.” Trent said bounding up the stairs with the hardwood he’d fallen in love with. I stood up and headed over to the only picture still hanging in the house. The current owners had already moved out, and other than their couch and a bed left in a guest room downstairs there wasn’t much left in the house. We really could move in right away, I muse running my finger over the rod iron frame. The same saying hangs in both our parent’s house and Trent’s mom’s place. ‘Love makes a house a Home’ they read. I loved this house already, but that wall hanging really endeared it to me. I was feeling a connection to the house and we hadn’t even signed for it yet! I moved through the living room running my hand along the oak trim framing the doorway. I’ve always loved that quote, I thought leaving the room getting a tactile feel for the place. “Ashley, I’ve never lived anywhere that had an official laundry room before! Trent loves that the hot water heater is in there and accessible too. This place is fucking awesome!” I couldn’t praise Birch House enough! We both knew where I stood. “It is. This is my favorite property. I’d live here myself, but the house is never on the market when I’m looking. Each owner puts their stamp on it of course, but it just seems to add to it’s ambiance not take away. Owners have moved walls or changed things around to suit their tastes, but it always feels so... Homey in here.” Our realtor smiled. “Everything checks out up there Becca. There’s even more impossible renovations upstairs! Ann may want to paint, but there isn’t much reason to do anything else. They even got the sink and some cabinets in the third room. Hell, there’s room for one of your Exes up there too babe.” Trent joked. “Just be glad I like that girl so much. You really did a number on her. The poor thing.” I slapped at Trent giving him a hard time on a stale joke. “Rebecca Phillips! I was like fifteen er something! That was friggin years ago! I didn’t even know we were going steady. I had no idea going to the movies with Wendy was cheating on her! Cut me some slack! We are all adults and friends, best friends even! I don’t think of her as an Ex!” Trent looked tired of the old one sided argument, but I thought it was funny and so did Ann. He was still sensitive about it though. “Then don’t joke about it if you can’t take it. Ann can. You can’t, ya cheater!” I teased Trent even more. “I’d never cheat on you.” He whispered pulling me to him. “You don’t think that do you?” He asked. Ashley cleared her throat, “Becca, you had better be one hundred percent sure. Buying a house, married or not, has legal obligations that follow you even if Trent doesn’t. I can’t make your offer unless I’m sure you’re sure. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, even if my job is to sell the house and move on.” “Oh Trent! Your stupid jokes have scared Ash. Go measure something or look at man stuff!” I huffed at him swatting him on the ass dismissing him so the Big Girls could talk. His shoulders told me that he didn't’ appreciate that very much, but Trent ambled outside grumbling about girls being confusing. I watched him walking across the covered front porch and disappear from my view. We waited long enough to be sure he was truly out of earshot. I waited more for Ashley’s sake than for my own privacy. “Ash, you are totally safe making this offer. Trent may be gone a lot, but I see his checks. I know when he’s gone, how long he’s paid for, and I have ways of accounting for his time. The lady that does payroll showed me, Barb. We were at a company picnic and I told her I was uncomfortable with all the weird hours cause truthfully, I’m a little insecure and needy. I’m sure he worries about all those hot young college guys when I’m at class too.” I admit. “Oh, I know what you mean. I’ve been married for years and have zero reasons not to trust my husband, but it’s just so rampant, the cheating. I get worked up sometimes.” She reassured me shrugging her shoulders. “He never really cheated on Ann either. She just felt that way at the time. Neither one of them had dated before, and didn’t know any of the rules. It was hard for her for like two weeks then she was over it, and that was literally years ago. If you ever meet her just know Trent didn’t make her the way she is. She’s just a timid little thing and I love her to death. Trent does too, but we love her in a sisterly way. She’s older than both of us, and we’ve all been good friends since we were in diapers.” I assured her. “Ok, well I feel a bit better. Backstories always help a sale, ya know! Go let the heartbreaker and bring him in the house. Just remember. Everyone loves Birch House. It always feels like Home in here. Don’t be the first ones in like eighty years to bring bad things to this place.” I could feel Ashley’s love for the house and the warning in her threatening tone. Her deep care for the place anchored my feelings. Love grew in my own heart too. I was in love with my future first home! This house would be our Home. I was absolutely confident that Birch House would meet our needs and maybe even see the pitter patter of little feet bounding around. Trent and I walked hand in hand back down the lane to our car talking so fast we had trouble keeping up with each other. Birch House Chapter 2 Trent and I brought Ann to Birch House four days later. --- Ann --- I’m buying a flipping-stinking house! Daddy is going to be so proud! I said to myself while getting out of my jeep. I can’t believe I’m buying a frigging house! I shivered in excitement. “OMG! Girl! I can’t wait to show you OUR new place!” Becca yelled getting out of my jeep. She ran around my jeep bounding over to get me. Her silver bracelets and rings clinking against each other making her sound like a wind chime. “I know sweety. Look, calm down a bit. You’re spazzing!” I laughed hugging her lightly. I placed my hands on her shoulders to hold her to the ground. She looked at me with her large chocolate colored eyes opened widely, “I’m sorry… I just never bought a house before.” “That’s ok hun! Me neither! I’m excited too. Point those puppy dog eyes somewhere else! I really need a place anyway, like tomorrow!” I noted worried more about my own circumstances than buying a house. In fact, buying that house with my best friends was an answer to a prayer. “Ann, I’m so glad you’ll be moving in with me. Really I am. Not even kidding! I was going to be so fucking lonely! Trent’s driving would do me in I’m sure of it. You’ll get the entire upstairs to yourself so you can hide from me. You’ll have like everything up there. It’ll be your own apartment or something. OH. MY. GOD. I’m fucking freaking out.” Excitement spilled from Becca while she shook her hands animatedly grabbing at my elbows. “So they accepted the offer then?” I asked her taking her hands. “Yeah, the Finns accepted at their original asking price, like right away. Trent is freaking out too! He says it’s a steal! He’s prolly gonna be on the phone all day.” My friend babbled while tugging at my arms pulling me toward the house. “I’m sorta afraid it’s too good to be true.” I admitted looking down at her. For the millionth time, I pondered how badly that piercing in her nose must have hurt. She has a tiny silver ring in her septum that just hangs low enough to have a bit of movement. The dainty little diamond high in her left nostril fits tightly against her skin and barely catches the light. Becca was always modifying herself, but I liked her nose the best. Me? I’m a big wuss. I don’t like pain. I have one set of ear piercings to her many and nothing else pierced to her many other piercings. I have it on good authority Becca’s face isn’t the only location with non-biological holes! Just the thought of her pierced flower gave me a serious physical shiver. No way in a hairy dolphin will I ever get my lady bits pierced! I promised myself after that stray thought filtered through my mind. “Yeah, I can’t shake that feeling either… Only just a tiny bit though! They even paid the closing costs and shit. We are moving in on the down payment only, that’s nuts! We can cover that together no problem! You’re amazing by the way! Have I told you that today? We couldn’t do this without you.” Becca says turning around swiftly and stretching up to kiss my cheek meaning I had to bend down cause she pulled me to her. I loved Becca, but I’m a very introverted person. Hugs were the most contact Becca and I had shared and those were infrequent bro-hug type thingies. My childhood was sort of difficult. My parents were great, but my health wasn’t. I ostracized myself from the outside world and only went out when I had to. Trying to date my neighbor Trent had been Mom’s idea. I over invested and it sort of crushed my will to date for a while. Mom’s therapist (I refused to call her my own) said I have a social anxiety disorder. I thought I just like being alone, but I don’t have a Doctorate in what other people think so I got ignored. The kiss was new for us. I didn’t know what to do with it, but my hand drifted up to my face touching the trace of heat her lips had left. “You know, I only have a few days before I have to be out of my apartment. It stinks that I’ll have to move twice.” I complained. “Ah. You’ll only be a couch bum for a couple days. Maybe a couple weeks tops. We are happy to have you.” Becca reminded me of her offer to let me bunk on their couch at Trent’s apartment. “Uh... I decided to stay at the La Quinta Becks. They have a suite and I booked it for seven days. They gave me a good rate, and I’m not hurting for money. Besides, I don’t want to squash the newlywed vibe you two have going on.” I told her following her up to the house. “Awe, really? That’s no fun!” She huffed. “We’ll be all up in each other’s business before you know it. I’m excited. I’ll get more room for about the same money with this house. This move is a no-brainer for me babe.” I said looking down at her. “I may have bought it without you guys if I’d have been brave enough.” “I’m sorry they sold your building, but I’m not sorry to move in with my best friend!” Becca laughed hugging me tightly resting her head on my chest. “Your tall today.” Becca commented looking down at my hikers then back up at my face. “I’m always tall, and your always short!” I giggled and took a turn dragging her a few steps toward our new home. Becca took the lead guiding me around the backside of the house. She was a touchy-feely chick, but today she was a bit over the top. She’d always been that way, and it had been hard for me since I was a pre-teen. I’d dealt with the touching because I trusted her though. She was my first real friend after we’d moved when I was eight. I trusted Becca to get a good feel for the house just like I trusted Trent’s handi-maness to determine if the house was sound. The Lord knows I couldn’t do either! I giggled to myself. You have a certain set of skills… and house buying isn’t one of them. I thought in my best Liam Neeson impression. I hate getting out of the house, and college was just torture for me. My freshman year they made me live in the dorms! With people! I’d fallen into a light depression that year, but I had pushed through my problems and gotten my degree. I don’t really like to be touched, looked at, talked to… Fine. I’m a hermit. Dating was was even worse than living with strangers! It’s not that I enjoyed being alone, but guys just didn’t understand when I needed time alone. I just never really clicked with any of them. They couldn’t give me my alone time. Eventually, I gave up on dating altogether. I worked from home, shopped from home, ate at home, and gamed from home. I had a few friends and a truly lovely family. I just didn’t feel the need to get involved with humanity beyond that. “Look! Look!” Becca shouted as we rounded the house treading on a newer looking stone path. “Oh My stars!” Was all I could say. It was beautiful and I was left standing there dumbfounded. The back of the house looked very different from the pictures that Becca had shown me. There was a patio off the back door maybe three feet or so off the ground accounting for the grade of the hill. That wasn’t the only change though. Four humongous pillars rose from the patio on each of it’s corners. They were supporting another deck. I looked up at the bottom of the upper deck… my deck? There were two new decks, an upper and a lower, off the back of the house! I followed Becca, well got dragged by her, up a beautiful set of stairs. The dark wood had a tinge of red in the stain and was finished immaculately. The handrail was so smooth that when I ran my hand along it, I had no fear of splinters. “B...Becca! Do I really have my own outside access?!?” I stuttered in disbelief. “Yeah, Trent put that on the improvement list right at the top just for the hell of it. Look at this shit! They actually had it done!” Becca gushed literally jumping up and down. “I… I can’t believe it. It’s… so perfect.” I gaped reaching out to touch my own door. “Girl, just wait till we go inside! I don't’ have this key, but look it’s like a real balcony up here!” She giggled turning around to look at the yard. She drug me back around to the front door, but I had a hard time leaving my deck because it was cute and the view was amazing. I was already imaging watching the sunset out here. It looked like I’d have to see the first floor before I had the chance to see my floor though. The Finns had really put in a lot of effort for us, for me. I couldn’t believe all the work that had been done. It was nothing short of amazing. I was that much closer to a new dog. I was thrilled. All the woods in the house were all rich and dark where the walls were a complimentary lighter color. I was sure my little spaz of a friend would end up repainting a few rooms because her tastes are… her own? “Becks I’m pretty happy right now. I’m just so glad you and Trent finally have your own place, well you know mostly your own. I feel like I’m invading though, but I promise I’m like a recluse or something! I won’t mess with your newlywed vibe.” I told her trying to get her to slow down. “Pish! Trent will be on the road a lot, most of the week really. He may start taking some overnight runs or sleeping in his truck. They pay a crazy wad of cash for those two-day runs. We have my car, but he wants to get a bike for running back and forth to work. With you here, I won’t be alone when he’s off being the Man of the House!” Becca said growling in a low voice. “Trent could use some butching up ya know. Those truckers are going to eat alive with that metro head of hair and total lack of man-beard. He looks like a teenage boy… If he carried a hipster bag, they’d probably beat the poop out of him on the spot.” I laughed. “Hey! That’s MY metro-man you’re mouthing there.” Becca put up a token defense of her husband, but lacking in real conviction. She drew up to her full height, which unfortunately for her was just shorter than your average girl. It always makes me giggle when she gets her back up and I still have to look down at her. She looked at me with death in her eyes and then broke laughing hysterically. She hugged me in our shared excitement as we headed upstairs together. It was time to see my floor! There was a small landing upstairs and then a weird shaped hallway. I couldn’t see from one end of the floor to the other, but I’d noticed that in the pictures before. I was already figuring out how to divide up the rooms to create a full house on the second floor. I wanted a nice bedroom suite and there was a beautiful humongous master bedroom suite on this floor on the east wall. I wanted an office, guest room, and a pretend kitchen/dining room. Then I’d have a full apartment on this floor, but this house wasn’t built with that in mind. It did have a dedicated bathroom on this floor that could be a guest bathroom, so that was nice. There was plenty of rooms for the other stuff I wanted to do and I’d get around to it all eventually. “Look it! They put in an outside door on the landing!” She said her platinum hair and purple braids bouncing off her shoulders. The purple braids were tipped with silver skull-face hair ties. “I see. This is super amazing Becks! I can’t believe this. It’s almost like this floor has been remade into a real apartment. I’ll be able to take out a dog and not bother you!” I stood there shocked all over again excitement building. “I know! We’ll love your dog, but I’m glad you can do that out your own door. Just… you know walk it away from the porch a ways.” Becca admitted. “I promise Becks. I’ll do the poop bags and everything.” I agreed. “We told the Finns that we couldn’t afford the place all on our own. Ashley let on like they thought we had to get a renter. I thought she’d look our financial paperwork closer than that.” Becca told me shrugging like it was the realtor’s loss. “So... She knows I’m a co-signer right? I mean I’m covering most of the down payment and all the taxes.” I asked. “I guess, I’m sure she does by now at least. Worst case, she’ll find out at the closing won’t she?” Becca laughed. “It’ll be nice to meet the Finns at least the once.” I admitted. “Let me show ya the rest, there’s more.” Becca’s silver bracelets clacked together as she clapped her hands bounding off once again. Rebecca Phillips is my best friend, but she was just coming out of her goth phase. I was thrilled for that! Goth was preceded by a punk phase, and I for one would love to see the end of all the leather and silver buckles. The punk stuff came after her stab at grunge in her senior year. Japanese culture influenced most of High School before the grunge phase. The entertaining part of my besty is that none of the phases were ever totally left behind. They all left a mark on her eclectic sense of style. I bought her several of those noisey bracelets over the last few years. The purple streaks in her hair were left over from our junior year when two toned hair was her thing. Well, at least the punk and goth phases shared a lot of the same clothes! Goth just added a ton of dark makeup to the mix, at least that’s for the most part how it worked for Becca. I don’t know, there may be a few more piercings these days. I giggled to myself looking at her. Strangely, I found myself doing it much more frequently than I used too. I refocused on my wind chime sounding friend and the tour she was giving. It turned out one of the room’s had been upgraded just for me! There were some basic cabinets making a bar against one wall. They had installed a small overhead cabinet on one end and a fridge on the opposite wall. It immediately reminded me of a workplace break room. The only stuff I’ll have to do downstairs is oven stuff and my laundry! I notice unable to fight back my own sniffles suddenly overwhelmed by the Finns’ thoughtfulness. “Good gracious Becca, this place is amazing! I can’t get around how perfect this house is. I can’t believe they even got a fridge up here. It’s ridiculous!” I gush. “I know! Trent keeps coming over here looking for flaws. Poor guy has a bit of a glass-half-empty complex. It can be hard to keep him happy.” She giggled her hand resting on my arm. ----- I’m a few years older than Trent who was a few years older than Becca’s twenty. Twenty-four wasn’t ancient or anything, but I was the college grad with a few years of working and life under my belt. I would always be the oldest in our house. I loved Becca, but we’d never lived together, and I certainly didn’t have the upper hand in relationship edicate. I had few relationships and even fewer long term friends. Was all this touching normal? I asked myself trying to fight off the sense of invaded space she was stirring up. That day though, we both gushed and giggled about moving into our new house. We talked a lot about the new appliances and discussed colors for our walls. The owners were going to leave the couch and one bed in the guest bedroom downstairs until we closed, then it’d be a flurry to get all our crappy furniture in that beautiful house. ----- All the banking was done, so we were ready when Closing Day came around a few weeks later. All we had to was sign on the dotted lines. We were filled with nervous energy while Trent remained aloof standing with his arms crossed through most of the meeting. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time. Admittedly, I could afford the house on my own, and I wouldn’t have co-signed with my friends if that weren’t the case. Plan for the worst case scenario! Dad was worried life would smack me and leave me in a lurch so I never got in over my head. I planned to squirrel away the difference that the Phillips would be covering so I had my budget worked out for worst case. Plus I needed to rebuild my savings after the down payment. Becca and I crashed on the downstairs couch as the sun was setting the evening after we closed on the house. Trent had to leave running his first night load. So, we were alone to celebrate in our new house. The view was amazing through the full windows on the west side of the house. We were nestled in watching the oranges and reds while she sipped a beer and I nursed at a sweet tea. Becca, being so short, could only lean her head against my shoulder, but it was comfortable and so was the silence in the room. She took a pull off her beer and looked up at me with her big chocolate brown eyes. She whispered, “I couldn’t do this with anyone else ya know.” “I know Becks. I get it. You don’t have to tell me. Seriously, it’s not charity. You guys really bailed me out here. If you can stand me for a couple years, you’ll be out of school and you won’t need me any more.” I pat her leg letting her know I wouldn’t intrude forever. Her body language changed immediately. She sort of shrank in on herself and sat up separating herself from me. A shadow crossed her face and her hands quickly covered her eyes. Soft sobs wracked her body and her pale shoulders bobbed keeping time with the crying. “Shit Ann. I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, you are literally the only reason we can get this place!” “Oh Becks…” I started honestly confused. Becca cut me off, “No, it took both our credit ratings and you as a cosigner. I just meant please, please, please put up with us for a few years before your life sweeps you out of town. I’ll be ready to help with the bills then. Part-time just doesn’t cover much. Maybe I’ll be ready to let you go by then too.” I turn to do something I have never done before, something that had never occured to me before. I kissed the top of her head. Poor thing, I thought as she tugged me into a side hug burrowing into me. I’m never going to want to leave. I don’t want to get swept away with life or my carrier. I thought to myself not finding the words or the will to say anything. Becca was one of the coolest outgoing people I knew, but she seemed so fragile right then. One day I’d find out what had her so worried, but on that day I attributed it to the stress of debt and moving. “Sorry Becca. I get it. I guess I thought this might be long term thing. You know ‘Crazy Aunt Ann’ living upstairs taking care of your kids in the evenings so you two could do stuff together. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course, I’ll stay long enough for you to finish school… long enough you won’t need me.” I whispered. “Shit! Damn! Ah Hell Annie. That’s N-O-T what I meant. You better bet your ass that you’ll be crazy Aunt Ann! We may need one of those rooms eventually. Trent wants to ruin my body with at least two kids. There’s only the one spare room down here unless we give up our office.” Becca rushed. “Sorry. I just… Well… Poop. Becks they are tearing down my building! I can’t catch a break anywhere. I thought you were telling me I wasn’t going to be welcome in a few years. I… it’s... I’m sorry.” I sniffed. “Such a potty mouth on such a pretty face.” Becca joked turning my words against me over my pseudo cussing. She got up on her knees and returned my kiss leaving my face uncomfortably close to her cleavage. I sprung up and drug her to the master bedroom on the second floor. My bedroom had a beautiful attached bathroom. It looked like my bedroom was a bit bigger than theirs and i secretly loved that. Buying the whole floor for half the house payment was a steal for me, but I wanted to cheer Becca up. “Your’s and Trent’s room is almost as big as his whole apartment. Plus, it’s on the opposite side of my outside entrance.” I pointed out. “Yeah, it’s a big fucking upgrade from my dorm room!” She bursted out laughing. “This is a huge upgrade for me too! Potty mouth.” I asserted. We moved to what I thought would be my guest room, “Well, the second room downstairs could be the boy’s room. You don’t want those yard apes too close to your room though. Too much rough housing in there. Then you’d have the kid’s bathroom, and then girls room up here if we had to. You know in the future.” “Or you could keep your office if I have two boys or two girls. Since you live up there, you’d have to take care of em if I put any spillover kids upstairs. Maybe we could put that baby monitor receiver in your room!” She teased. “You’re breastfeeding aren’t you!” I blanched looking mortified. No way I wanted to get up at night! “Hell, I don’t know! That’s at least after college and the first year of work or so!” Her face scrunched. “I have to wait like three FLIPPING years to live vicariously through your motherhood!” I mock panicked. “OMG! You’re going to have to get a handle on that fucking mouth before you burn my poor baby’s ears off with your verbal filth!” Becca teased me. “Why I never! My momma would probably spank me to this day if she caught me talking like you! Those poor babies!” I giggled. We broke off in a fit of laughter. Becca hugged closely to me as we walked back into her room hip to thigh. It was a big impressive room too. I really liked her room, but it was the view I was in love with even if my room was a bit bigger. I was truly happy for her and thrilled to be sharing the house with her. She ran a hand down my hair and stepped away from me taking my hand again. More touchy-feely boundaries were broken that day than in both of my previous dating relationships! I didn’t know what to do. I already loved Becca, but I didn’t see other people behaving like this with their friends. Course, one has to leave the house to see other people... Going to have to hit the internet for some research. I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. Still, it’s nice to be this close to someone. I decided. “God we can do anything in here! It’s so huge!” She said sounding like she was in a bit of a weird mood. “I could fit my whole dorm room in here fridge and microwave and everything!” Becca pointed out. “I won’t have an oven upstairs, but I don’t cook much so that wouldn’t be a problem!” I said getting truly excited. “Well, you’ll be eating downstairs with the family anytime I cook.” Becca asserted. “Bah you cook all the time! I’m going to wear out my welcome!” I worried. “Honey, you can’t wear out your welcome. You know why? It’s because your family, and I love you!” She reminded me. “I don’t wanna mess up the whole newlywed humping like rabid bunnies vibe you two have.” I giggled. We left Birch House in a good mood having spent some time in it dreaming of our futures. We headed over to Becca and Trent’s place and grabbed the boxes Trent had brought home for packing. It was enough boxes to move a whole house of people. Becca ran into PIzza Hut for a hot and ready pizza on our way to my hotel. The Packing had started. “Ok, Let’s pack this shit!” She giggled grabbing a piece of ham off the top of our pizza. “Oh I give up! Wish I had something to shove in your mouth so you wouldn’t foul up my air!” I said laughing at her potty mouth. “I’m sure I’ll spontaneously stop cursing as soon as the house is packed with diapers and pacifiers… Till then, Fuck Off!” She cackled at herself. “Let’s watch a movie or something while we pack.”  
  5. Chapter 1: The Realm of Methrella Regina opened her window, watching the waves crash on the beach and people mill around her small town. A warm breeze entered the room and filled it with the distinctive smell of the ocean. Regina took a deep breath in... and out. "I should text Abby and the others soon. Today seems like a nice day to play outside", she thought. As she was turning on her phone to call her best friend, the young woman heard a soft knock on her door. She stepped away from the window. "Come in", she called. In stepped a small boy in blue jeans and a black shirt with a knight's helmet print in the middle. He smiled softly at his sister, flicking his dark brown-blonde hair out of his face. It was her 8-year-old brother. "Hi, Regina", he said in a soft voice. "Hey, Riley. What's up?", she asked curiously, watching as her little brother sat on her bed and laid back, staring at the ceiling. "Well, mom said you bought a game yesterday?", he asked hopefully. "I want to know if I can play it too." "Umm... yeah, I did", she said. Regina glanced at her phone and considered her options. She knew that her mom would be bugging her later on if she didn't let Riley play for a little while. Even though the siblings didn't have a bad relationship at all, their parents always pushed Regina to socialize more with her little brother. "So... can I?", Riley asked again. "Y-yeah, sure. Why not?", Regina sighed and put her phone back on the table. "I can send the guys a message in a few hours. I just hope that this doesn't take too long", she thought. The 18-year-old booted up her computer and started the game. "Sandbox Kingdoms...", Riley read, excited. "What is it about?" "It's a game where you can create your own civilizations and stuff", Regina answered. "You can make empires, kingdoms, and even small towns in different parts of the world and give them their own cultures." As a passionate fan of fantasy stories, Regina had gotten into worldbuilding since she was 14. She knew no one else who shared that hobby in her town, but through her years on the internet, she had managed to meet many online friends and writers that only made her love of worldbuilding grow bigger. And when a friend of hers showed her the game for the first time, she knew she had to buy it immediately. As the game finished loading, Riley got up from the bed and sat on her lap. Regina created a new world for Riley, and the boy started scrolling through the many options that the game offered. "This is hard to read!", he complained. "Too many big words!" As Regina had said, it seemed to be a very customizable game, having settings for the number of days in a year, the number of seasons, the world map, and so on. "So, what should I do now that the world is created?", Riley asked. "Well, you can start making civilizations for it", Regina said. "Look, this seems like a good place to start." She clicked over some plains between a range of mountains and a long river. A small flag icon appeared on top of the place. A new civilization had been founded! "Now, these different settings alter the reality of your world and its people", she said after a new window appeared on the screen. Her brother grinned and watched as his world unfolded. Regina helped and guided him, telling him where it would be good to place houses, castles, farms, and much more. Eventually, after modifying almost everything in the 'create civilization' window and creating the perfect town in Riley's eyes, the game showed them a timelapse animation of the history of the place, which Riley had decided to name "the Town of Thieves". "Town of Thieves?", Regina questioned, looking at the name. "Why did you decide to call it that way?" "It sounds cool and mysterious!", he answered happily. "It sounds kinda copycat-ish to me...", Regina teased, even though she knew her little brother wouldn't understand what she was referring to. "Shhh, it's perfect!", Riley said. After a few hours of playing and comprehending the game, Riley stretched and slid off Regina's lap. "I gotta go do my homework, sis", he smiled and headed towards the door. "But thank you, it was really fun." Riley closed the door behind him, leaving Regina alone with her computer. She looked at her phone and sent a message to her friend's group chat. "I hope they answer soon. I guess I can keep playing on my own world while they do", she thought. She saved Riley's world and opened hers. She had been playing on it since the afternoon the day before and until late at night. Her parents didn't usually check on her after 11, so she invested a few hours of her precious sleep in order to make her world perfect. She had created many civilizations of various sizes and alignments all around the world, but she had left her 'homeland' for the very end. This would be the place where she would create her main character, who would travel and set on daring quests in that world full of adventures and dangers. Once again, after completing the design of the place, the game asked her to name it. "The Realm of Methrella", she typed. She came up on the spot with that name. It didn't have a concrete meaning for now, but she'd eventually give it one that fit with the narrative of the world as a whole. Once the realm had been finished, she clicked on the long-awaited 'character creation' tab and started creating her avatar. She somewhat resembled her real-life self, nothing too fancy. "Huh?" As she was going through the final details, she noticed that the height settings were apparently jammed. Her character seemed to be as tall as a 10-year-old, and it didn't change at all even if she modified the settings. "Well, we might as well stick with that" A notification sound came out of her phone. It was Abby. "Great! They are free", Regina thought. She saved the game and logged off her computer. She got dressed into her sport clothes and went downstairs. "Mom! Dad! I'm going out to play volleyball with my friends!", she said in a loud voice. "Sure, Reg. Take care!", her mom answered from the kitchen. Almost half an hour passed after Regina had left her home when little Riley sneaked into her sister's room. He had left one of his action figures there a few days ago, but had forgotten to ask Regina for it. As he began looking for it, the computer suddenly turned on, revealing Regina's personal world in the game. He giggled slightly and got on her seat, tampering with her world mischievously, before pausing and undoing it all. "Let's try something from here", he decided, going into the 'daily life' tab, and changing a small but significant detail of the world. Riley quickly saved his progress and turned off Regina's computer. He stayed a few minutes there looking for his figure. Once he had found it, he ran off to his room. "I'm home!" Regina arrived an hour before the sunset. Tired because of all the time she had played, she went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. At dinner she noticed that her brother kept looking away from her, giggling occasionally. She shrugged it off, finishing her food quickly and going upstairs to her room. The young woman fell asleep, staring at the white ceiling. A soft flicker of blue light appeared on her computer and her world turned on at the 'character creation' tab. It was empty. As the screen changed to green for a second, Regina vanished from her bed.
  6. Avery peered across the room to make sure Hannah was still asleep, before her and Chris made love. Hannah was forced to listen from her playpen a few feet away, all the same. She was only pretending to still be asleep - an attempt to avoid the embarrassing exhibition of asking her ‘friends’ to change her messy diaper... fruitlessly so. “PEWWW...!” Avery scrunched her face as she moved past Hannah’s playpen on her way to the bathroom. “I think somebody made a stinky...” “I’ll get her up.” Chris grunted from the bed. “Grab a fresh diaper on your way out.” “Don’t bother.” Avery yelled from the bathroom. “She’s probably going to have to go again as soon as she gets up. Go start breakfast. I’ll Change her after she eats.” Hannah pouted meekly to herself. She sunk her face deeper into the pillow. This was worse than just asking them to change her an hour ago. When she first woke up. She had already finished messing herself shortly after that. There was no way Avery was going to believe her now though. She hated when Avery talked about her like this. Hannah’s mom used to say the same kind of stuff about her sister’s baby when she was growing up - not to mention, she was going to have to sit through breakfast in a soiled diaper now. a little while later... Hannah was sitting at the table with Chris and Avery. Only... she was sitting in a pile of her own make, squeezed ever so tightly into her high-chair. Eating scrambled eggs, and drinking orange juice from a sippy cup. Avery and Chris were sipping on Mimosas, and eating gravlax cream cheese bagels and caviar. Her blood started to boil. This shit had been going on for weeks. Every passing day she felt more and more like she was actually a baby. See... Hannah wasn’t a baby. In fact she was 22 years old. She was only being treated like a baby by her ‘friends’. It was a slippery slope from too many shots of tequila and peeing her pants - to eating scrambled eggs, with no mimosa, in a messy diaper. She glared across the table, working up the courage to end this pageant of ridicule. “I swear... I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s being such a brat. You’d think she would try to act a little more mature if she didn’t want to be treated like a baby.” Avery declared. Talking as if Hannah wasn’t right next to her. Perfectly capable of following the conversation. “Mmmm... You really outdid yourself this time.” Avery had just taken a drink of her mimosa. “Anyway. I was thinking about heading to the store today for a few things. I was going to bring her with me. Maybe she just needs to get out of the house.” That was it... “I’M NOT A BABY!” Hannah bashed her fists on the tray of her highchair. Before shaking it violently to a means of escape. She managed to free herself. She was furious. She stood over Avery, and let her have it. “JUST BECAUSE THIS IS YOUR PARENTS BEACH HOUSE DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I’M A GROWN WOMAN! NOT A BABY!” She screamed. Pointing her finger at Avery over and over. Aggressively. “I DON’T NEED TO SIT IN A HIGHCHAIR... OR SLEEP IN A CRIB!” Tears started to run down her face. “AND... I’M OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK!” She grabbed Avery’s mimosa of the table and drank it with a vengeance. “AND... AND... I DON’T NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS!!!” “Are you done?” Avery reached across the table and took hold of Chris’s Mimosa. “Good.” She took a generous sip before continuing. “First of all... This IS my parent’s lake house. I can’t have you running around making little messes everywhere. It isn’t my fault you can’t hold your pee pee and poo poo like a big girl anymore.” She paused for another strong sip. “Which brings me to my second point... you are in fact a part of the small demographic that does need to wear diapers. Can you guess what that group is?” Avery quizzically teased. She didn’t leave much time for Hannah to respond. “THAT’S RIGHT... people who pee and poop in their pants, like little babies.” One more sip. “AND... I WOULDN’T HAVE TREATED YOU SO MUCH MORE LIKE A BABY IF YOU DIDN’T ACT LIKE ONE!!! YOU’VE ALWAYS ACTED LIKE ONE! IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE RULES... THERE’S THE DOOR!” Avery motioned rapaciously to the front door of the lake house. “Good luck out there in the city, with this covid shit... and you still owe me these last two months of rent here.” She pulled her phone out before Hannah could get in a word. “And good luck with your instagram career... after all your followers see these!” Avery shoved her phone in Hannah’s face, and started swiping through dozens of pictures - a complete compendium of Hannah’s regression. “GO ON THEN... GO!!! I haven’t even got to the videos yet!” “I... I... I Just...” Hannah couldn’t make words through her desperate sobbs. “IM SORRY!!! I’M SO... SO... SORRY AVERY!!!” She wheezed and wailed hysterically. “Please... Please don’t show anybody those... those pictures.” Her face was drenched in tears. Snot was running from her nose. “That’s what I thought.” Avery set her phone down on the table. “Now get these dishes cleaned up, and meet me in the bedroom to get cleaned up.” Avery made stern eye contact with hannah. “Rinse them. Don’t just throw them in the sink.” “Can we... I just thought...” Hannah struggled to find a coherent sting of words that wouldn’t piss Avery off again. “Can we what?” Avery scoffed, purposefully to the contestant. “I Just... I...” Hannah’s body shivered, before going rigid, behind an arched back, and she picked herself up onto her tippy toes. “You just what!?! Spit it out.” Avery said shortly. “UH OH... I know that face.” Chris announced. Finally throwing his two cents into this morning’s invariably festive breakfast conversation. Hannah looked at Chris through wide desperate eyes. She couldn’t stand to look at Avery. Tears started to roll down her cheeks again. She bent her knees awkwardly in towards one another, and lurched forward - favoring a hunchback. she remained almost motionless for a generous amount of seconds. Bar the occasional shiver, and leg spasm. Hannah couldn’t believe this was happening right after that argument. “Someones making a little mess...” Chris continued. “See I told you she would have to go again as soon as she ate something. Never fails.” Avery shook her head hollowly. “Okay... well... get these dishes cleaned up, and then I’ll get you cleaned up, and then... we’re gonna go to the store.” Avery moved towards the door. She turned around right before she pulled it open.” Hannah thought for a split second that Avery was going to tell her to come get her diaper changed before she cleaned up breakfast. A fast burnt fire. “Chris. Don’t forget to mow the lawn, and start cleaning out the garage when we’re gone today.” Avery left the dining room with that, and made her way towards the bedroom. Shouting the whole way until neither Chris or Hannah could hear what she was saying. “Y'ALL DON’T JUST GET TO LIVE HERE FOR FREE... THIS IS MY...” Hannah looked at Chris as soon as Avery’s voice trailed off into the aether. “Please help me Chris!” She whispered manically. Trying to hold back more tears. “You know this isn’t right Chris... We’re friends!”
  7. I called it a one-shot, even though I left myself some room for a sequel. I guess that depends on how much y'all like it. I will probably make some edits. I wrote the whole story this evening. I hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Nissa stumbled down the hallway with clumsy haste. Her hysteria did nothing to combat the disorientation. She lost a step and fell heavy against the wall, sending a picture frame and Nissa both cascading to the floor with a crash. “SHIT!!! no, no, no...” she whispered through a tense grimace. Hoping that the comotion wouldn't wake her daughter up. She was almost to the front door. “Mom? What are you doing out of bed?” Grace asked, blinding Nissa when she flipped the lights on. “You know we have a big day tomorrow.” “NOO!!! NO! NO! NO!” Nissa quailled as she scrambled to reach the door on all fours. “NOOOO!!!” A blood curdling scream echoed through the house when Grace caught up, and took hold of her. “GRACE!!! I’M YOUR MOTHER!!! LET ME GO!!! Get the FUCK off me!!!” “Mom! Stop fighting. It’s for your own good!” Grace argued. As she wrestled a pill into her mothers mouth. “There we go, you will feel better real soon.” “I don’t want them!” She screamed as she spit the pill out of her mouth. Which of course led to another wrestling match with her daughter. Nissa ended up on her back. Despite being smaller than Nissa, Grace found little challenge in overpowering her mother. She straddled her waist, and pinned her arms to the floor with her legs. “God damn it!!! SWALLOW IT!” Grace yelled. Forcing the pill back into her mother’s mouth, and holding it shut with both hands. Nissa writhed under her daughter’s weight. Her legs, being the only thing not secured, flailed wildly. Meeting the walls of the narrow hallway with devastation, and a crescendo of breaking glass. “GOD DAMN IT!!!” Grace screamed. “Stop! If you don’t calm down you’re going to have an accident. And I really don’t feel like changing a dirty fucking diaper tonight!” “I’m not…” Nissa tried to protest more, but trailed off. Her desperate writhing had slowed to a pathetic wiggle. “That pill is working fast, ussually you have a bit more fight in you.” Grace said with a sigh of relief. “Nuh... no... hhgregg...” Nissa mumbled and grunted. The pill was kicking in. but the was not the only reason Nissa quit fighting so hard. She squirmed about under her daughter for a few more seconds before her toes curled up and a thunderous fart erupted from underneath the two women. Followed by another shriek from Nissa, and a newly mustered vigor to escape before the pills took full effect. Grace was none too happy to be proven right. “GREAT!!! Just fucking great. I told you! I'm not dealing with this shit tonight. Literally. You can sleep in it. I’ll change you before we go to court in the morning.” the last thing Nissa remembered was being hulled back to her bed, and tucked into a mess of her own design. Just as Grace was about to get back into bed herself there was a knock at the front door. “Now what!?!” “Police! We received a call about a domestic dispute.” Grace heard them shout through the door as she made her way down the hallway that was still covered in broken glass and picture frames. “Hi officers. I’m sorry about this. My mother was having an episode, she hasn’t been well lately.” Grace offered. “Everything is fine now.” “Can we speak to your mother?” One of the officer’s asked. “Are you a resident of the household?” “She won’t add much to the conversation I’m sure, but please... come in” Grace stepped aside. “Watch your step. She made quite the mess. “Dispatch, this is car sixty-six. We have a young lady here taking care of her mother. We’re going to check on the mother, but it looks like everything's under control here. Grace could hear her mother’s muffled cries through the door as she took hold of the doorknob. “Great. She better not be lucid enough to say anything stupid to the cops.” Grace thought. She glanced at her watch while pulling open the door. “Six more hours you bitch. You better not ruin this for me. “I go brrrr... and the fox said... pbbtttt...” Nissa was thankfully talking gibberish and blowing raspberries, she didn’t even notice them come in the room at first. “As you can see... she isn’t well.” Grace said to the cops, finally catching a distracted Nissa’s attention as she moved towards the bed. “Mom, you have to stop throwing the blankets off.” Grace said with a gentle sincerity as she returned the comforter from the floor. “Uh-oh. It looks like someone needs to get changed. Good thing the police came to check on you.” Grace pretended to know nothing of her mothers soiled state. “We will get you cleaned up as soon as the nice officer’s leave.” “Ma’am. My name is Officer Davis. Are you okay otherwise?” the older of the two cops said as he approached the bed. “Nissa?!? Is that you?” he said, surprised. “You know each other?” Grace asked nervously. Turning her attention away from her mother, to Officer Davis. His gaze was fixed on Nissa’s exposed diaper. Eyes filled with pity. “I... umm... We went out on a few dates a while ago. I thought everything was going fine, then one day she quit responding. I always wondered what happened. I figured it was me... but...” his gaze fell back to his ex-lover’s pitiful state. “Hello Nissa, It’s Mark. Do you remember me?” Nissa’s distant apathetic stare turned to one of fear and shame. Even this loaded she knew she should be embarrassed to be seen in such a state by the man she loved. “What happened to her?” “She had a nervous breakdown a few weeks ago. My older sister and her got in a big fight, and she just snapped. She started taking pills, and drinking a lot more. By the time I realized how bad off she was, it was too late. I tried to control it, and take away her pills. She ended up going to score more, and got in a wreck. She almost died.” Grace made a conscious effort to not sound excited. “The doctors are not sure if she’ll make a full recovery. We are actually going to court tomorrow, so I can legally be in charge of her estate until she’s better.” “No…” Nissa squeaked. trying to make sense of what her daughter was saying. She definitely knew nothing about Grace taking control of her estate. Partly because that isn’t how any of this happened at all - but, mostly because Grace had been force feeding her insane amounts of valium for weeks, and she hadn’t finished a complete thought in days. Not through the drug fueled stupor she was prey to anyway. “Not...” Nissa squeaked again, before mustering the strength to yell. “NO!!! I... I don’t... she... she do it. SHE DIDID IT!!! SHE... ShEeeWWW…” Nissa was obviously about to rat her out. “Thank god I didn’t change her diaper.” Grace thought. “Who knows what she would have managed to say if she didn’t start bouncing around in a pile of her own shit, and getting so grossed out. “We should probably go, before she gets too worked up.” Grace proposed. Hoping they saw enough to be satisfied. “Of course. Of course. I’m so sorry Grace.” Officer Davis thankfully agreed, and turned to leave with his partner. “I know it’s late, but if you have a moment I’d like to talk outside quickly. “Sure! Let’s go talk now. I’ll change her diapers after that. I’ll be right behind you.” Grace was relieved to know they’d soon be gone. “Nooo...” Nissa moaned as the two men left the room. Nissa’s defeated, pleading eyes met her daughter’s minatious stare as the two men’s footsteps retreated down the hall. Grace heard the front door close, as she leaned in close to her mother, and whispered. “That was close. You almost did it.” She kissed Nissa’s forehead. “Almost... We’ll have to give you an extra pill tomorrow, so you don’t say anything stupid in front of the judge.” “Stupid what... like...?” Nissa struggled to form a sentence. The drugs were really getting under her now. “Stupid like: ‘...I’m a prisoner in my own home... Grace did this to me. she has been drugging me for weeks so she can gain control of my estate…’ You know, just stuff like that.” Grace said bitterly. “You really shouldn’t have threatened to take away my trust fund, and cut me off.” Grace continued as she made her way to the door. Poking her head back into the room before she locked Nissa in her room. “Oh yeah. You should probably just go to bed. If it wasn’t clear I will definitely not be coming back to change you tonight. Maybe next time you want to throw a fit like this you’ll think about sleeping in that nasty thing all night before you do.” They were in her art gallery, shortly after the judge ruled in Grace’s favor. What was left of it, anyway. Nissa couldn’t believe this was happening. It was an all day affair, as Grace sold her mother’s collection, that she spent a lifetime curating. Grace was selling for pennies on the dollar. She wanted to scream every time someone walked out of the venue with one of her treasured pieces. Grace’s threat of doubling up on medication today however was not passed in vain. It took everything Nissa had to hold her head up. Not that she wanted to watch her life’s work get sold for pennies on the dollar. The sun was going down. She was still snuggly strapped into the adult sized stroller that she had become all too acquainted with these past couple weeks. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she groaned in despair as the last piece was ripped away. Her favorite painting, to add insult to injury. She managed to try to find some solace in the fact that it couldn't possibly get any worse. She thought anyway. Nissa pushed a hot mess into the seat of her, already soaking wet, diaper, as her daughter happily accepted 1000 dollars for a painting Nissa payes 40,000 dollars for last year. Surely now this was the worst it could get. She tried to get her daughters attention, so she could at least get changed out of this dirty diaper. Despite Graces cruel punishment last night, she was usually pretty good about not letting Nissa sit in her own filth too long. She fought the drugs best she could, to little effect. She managed a pathetic cry, as she limply reached her weak arms towards Grace. Unfortunately something else caught her attention first. Grace opened the front door to the gallery and Nissa heard her best friend Rachel’s voice. She hadn’t seen her in weeks. She desperately didn’t want Rachel to see her like this. Nissa was much worse for wear than the last time she remembered seeing Rachel. It was shortly after this terribly embarrassing exhibition started. She was sure Rachel was going to rescue her. Surely her best friend wouldn't let this happen to her. She knew Grace was about to get cut off. She was smart. She should be able to figure out what is really going on. Like all other shimmering lights of hope in Nissa’s life lately - this one too was struck down in it’s infancy. “Gracie! I’m sorry I didn’t make it sooner. But I had a day from hell. I can’t even.” Nissa watched in horror as her salvation embraced the cause of all her misfortune with open arms. There was still more salt for her wounds though. Seconds ago she couldn’t have imagined how it could get worse. But it did. Rachel, and Grace’s platonic embrace tip-toed across a line in the sand. Nissa watched in absolute horror as her best friend made out with her teenage daughter. “Rachel...” Grace blushed as she pulled away from her mother's friend. “I haven’t told my mom about us yet.” “Oh. right. Your ‘mom’.” Rachel sang in a tone rank of sarcastic disgust. “You can start calling her your baby any day now. I think we both know little Nissa here isn’t going to be making a full recovery. My husband hasn’t yet. And he’s been shitting himself and babbling like a baby for months.” Rachel finally addressed a now maniacally distraught Nissa. On the inside - she was distraught on the inside. To any bystander she was perfectly content sitting in her stroller, wearing a dirty diaper, drooling like a baby. “Isn’t that right? We can call you our baby, huh? I think we can.” Rachel laughed as she walked across the room to Nissa’s stroller. “Oh god! We sure can!” Rachel huffed through a scrunched up face. “Did someone have an accident, huh?” Rachel teased. “Yes she did! Yes she did!” She booped Nissa on the nose. “Yes she did make a stinky. Yes she did.” “Ugh! I should probably change her then.” Grace groaned. “She already has a diaper rash. I made her sleep in a stinky diaper after last night.” Nissa couldn’t believe that something so terrible could make her best friend laugh even harder. “Uh oh... Does someone have a diaper rash? We better get the baby cleaned up soon then.” Rachel was still using baby talk any time she addressed Nissa. “I’ll take care of her, we need to talk anyway. Plus the contractor will be here any minute anyway. We need to do a lot of work here if we want to open up before Jazz Fest. Your mom has the worst taste in decorating.” Rachel turned back to Nissa, voice and all. “Isn’t that right little baby? Yes, yes it is. Were gonna turn your gallery into a rock venue.” Rachel continued to mock her friend, as she unbuckled her from the stroller. “Let’s be honest babe. All that ‘art’ you’ve been collecting was ca-ca anyway. Yes it was. It was poo-poo huh? It belongs in your diaper doesn’t it.” That made Rachel laugh harder than she had yet. “Here’s her diaper bag. Thanks Rachel. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Grace praised as she handed off the diaper bag. “Well now that everything is settled in court, you don’t have to worry about that. Now we can sell the Baby’s house, and you two can move in with me and baby Tony.” Rachel again turned to her ‘friend’. “Don’t worry baby. I have a brand new nursery built just for you.” Nissa finally managed an emotional response for the first time all day. Albeit, if it was only a distant, deeply mortified stare. with a dash of almost every other terrible feeling thrown in for good measure. “Why…” Nissa managed a subdued cry of anguish, despite screaming with all her might. on the inside. She was a prisoner in her own body. Incapable of doing anything but awkwardly wiggle, and watch from the prison that was her eyes, as one of her closest friends in the world ridiculed her as she changed her diaper. “There we go. What’s that look for?” Rachel noticed the spark in Nissa’s eyes. “I was starting to wonder if you could even comprehend what’s happening. God knows Tony can’t anymore.” Rachel turned back to grace. “Don’t worry Gracie dear, the first couple weeks were hard for Tony too. But he either gave up, or all those pills I fed him fried his brain for good.” “Good. Give her a whole bottle.” Grace jested. “Fry that brain, if it makes her behave. I know what my mom meant when she said she can’t wait till I have a baby and get a dose of my own medicine.” Nissa’s eyes shifted between the two. Obviously more confused than ever. “Do you get it yet Nissa?” Rachel asked. “No? That’s okay. It’s a lot for your little baby brain, I know.” She sprinkled nissa’s naked body with baby powder. “Come on, use those last couple big girl brain cells Nissa. Do you think it’s a coincidence that Tony fell violently ill after I found out he cheated on me?” Nissa’s eyes grew wider, most of the other emotions had left them. They were completely full of the fear now. “There you go... I think you’re starting to get it. You want to know a secret I never told you though?” Rachel stuck the last tab down. strapping Nissa’s fresh diaper securely around her hips. “I never told you that I know who he was cheating on me with now.” Nissa’s eyes grew even wider. “That’s right. Imagine my surprise when Grace shows up to my house the night you two got in a fight, and she tells me that my best friend was having an affair with my husband.” “You didn’t think I knew about that did you mom? To be fair, you weren't very careful.” Grace chimed in. “After a few drinks, I may have let it slip that Tony’s condition wasn’t... how do I say... natural. It barely took any convincing to talk your daughter into doing the same to you. I didn’t even need to take her to the bedroom to make her decide that.” Grace was blushing again. “It didn’t hurt, though. I’d say I’m sorry mo... baby girl... but I think this new life is gonna be better for everyone.” “Grace. You don’t have to lie. Sure, you and I are going to have a great time. You’re rich now too, and I have a beautiful 19 year old girlfriend.” Rachel interrupted, and then pointed to Nissa. “Her and Tony however are gonna be living a nightmare.” Rachel’s attention once again shifted back to Nissa. “Yes you are! Who’s gonna live in a nightmare? You are! Yes you are!” Her and Grace laughed. “At least Tony will keep you company now. He might not be as fun as you remember, I think his ‘equipment’ quit working last month. But that’s okay, because babies don’t have sex. “Speaking of... when was that contractor supposed to be here?” Grace flashed a coy smile, and winked at Rachel. “I’ll text him, and tell him to take his time. I was hoping you’d say that. All this revenge has made me super horny! Come over here my little lamb.” Rachel stood up to embrace Gracie, who was eagerly skipping across the room. “First things first.” Grace knelt down to her mother’s side, and popped a pill in her mouth before taking Rachels hand. Nissa sobbed as she watched her ‘best friend’ once again embrace her daughter. With a lot less clothes this time. It had been a while since she had the thought that this was all a terrible dream. But she so very desperately wanted to wake up right now. The gods greeted her prayers with the exact opposite. Nissa was left on the floor while her daughter, and ‘best friend’ enjoyed each other's bodies. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse... Nissa felt a familiar warmth spreading across her crotch. “I really need to stop thinking that.” she thought. “This is just great. I just got changed. There’s no chance they’re going to change me anytime soon.” Nissa already knew enough about her new life to know that much, but that didn’t stop her. She threw as much of a fit that her weak body could throw. She kicked and cried, but her pleas were drowned out by the sounds of ecstasy erupting on the couch next to her. Nissa had one last moment of reflection - truly. Nissa caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrored ceiling of ‘her’ gallery, and started crying even harder. “I really am a baby.” It was all she could do - cry until someone changed her diaper. She closed her eyes and tried to cry herself to sleep. She was rarely wearing diapers in her dreams. “MOM!” Nissa opened her eyes. Just in time to see the nipple of a big pacifier being pushed into her face. “You’re really killing the mood.” Grace swatted her padded butt. “Now shut up. And be a good baby. I don’t want to see that binky come out of your mouth the rest of the night.” “She better get used to it. She isn’t going to be happy that binkies and diapers are just the start of her punishment.” Rachel scoffed. “But I don’t think she’d be very happy if she knew the rest either.”
  8. I'm lucky enough to have found a girlfriend who shares my love for the AB/DL scene. With everything going on in the world we needed to find creative ways to supplement our income. One of the ways we came up with is to make some 'home movies' and do photo shoots. We have the first few episodes written, but we want to know what y'all think before we actually start filming. So… here is a little sample… The script for episode I of 'Blackmail Baby' BLACKMAIL BABY Episode One FADE IN A man and a woman are standing in a small office. The man is wearing a shirt and tie, the woman a ladies business suit. She is holding a large manilla envelope. The safe safe is open, and the computer screen is open to the surveillance system, but all the feeds read 'no signal'. Chris "Alright then. So I should call the police, and let them know I just caught someone stealing from the company safe?" Sarah "I wasn't stealing, I just…" Chris "You just what? You didn't think anybody would notice that much money missing? The bosses have already been talking about the cameras going in and out. How long do you think it will take them to figure out it happens on nights you close. I just need to make one little phone call, and they will have…" Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. Sarah "Okay!!! Wait!!! Just wait. I'll do anything." Chris "Oh yeah… anything?" Sarah "Yes! Yes. Anything. Just put your phone away. I'll put the money back." Chris "Okay. But remember. You said anything. And if you don't keep your word, the bosses are only one text away. I'd clear your schedule this weekend. You and I are going to be hanging out. Good thing it's already Friday." The flash on Chris's phones camera goes off, before he puts it back in his pocket. FADE IN To a nice apartment. Obviously decorated by a woman of finer tastes. Sarah is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands, looking not so happy. Chris enters with a few bags in hand, and sets them next to a few other bags already sitting on the floor by the coffee table. Chris "Okay. I think that's everything. Hey don't look so sad. We're gonna have fun. At least I'm letting you finish your wine." Sarah "It has to be this? I really don't…" Chris "Yes mamm. You said anything I want. This is what I want. Besides I already spent all this money on your outfit and stuff. Now hurry up and finish that wine. I already told you, little baby girls don't get to have big girl drinks. You're lucky I'm letting you finish that one." He starts to rummage through the bags, pulling out a few things from each one, and setting them on the coffee table. She downs the last of her glass of wine. Sarah "Okay. Okay. Let's get this over with. It can't be worse than going to jail… I guess." Chris "That's the spirit. Okay then little baby, let's get those silly big close off of you and, and get you in something a little more appropriate. Look how cute these are. Don't you just love them?" Chris tears into a plastic package he had just set on the coffee table and pulled out a big diaper decorated with pink nursery prints, and waves it in Sarah's face. Sarah "Oh my God… I can't believe this is happening. Please let this all be a bad dream. Chris "I promise it's not. Hurry up now and get those clothes off and lay down here. And no more big girl talk. You're just a cute wittle baby this weekend. And if you're not ill have to give you spankings." Sarah "Hufff… why this? Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the coffee table. Chris "You don't have to. I can just..." Sarah "Nope. No, I'm doing it see." She stands up and slips out of the outfit she was wearing, undoes her bra, slides her panties off, and lies down on the floor in front of chris. He grabs a baby blanket off the coffee table and spreads it out on the floor, while Sarah strips in front of him. Chris puts the diaper on Sarah like one would put one on a baby. Chris "There we go. All done. Aren't you just adorable. Oh look you have goosebumps. Is my little baby cold being almost all naked. Don't worry. That's what this is for. Can you sit up for daddy?" Sarah "Oh my God. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm wearing a diaper. I didn't even know they made diaper like these this big!" She sits up squirms around in her diaper. and examines her new underwear with disgust. He grabs a big onesie off the table. And pulls it over Sarah's head, pulls it over her naked body, and snaps it at her crotch. "A few hours later…" FADE IN Sarah is on her hands and knees on her bedroom floor looking up at Chris. Sarah "I really have to go to the bathroom. Please don't make me do this." Chris "You already wet your diaper once Sarah. How much more embarrassed can you get. How embarrassed are you anyway right now baby?" Sarah Really embarrassed! And Its not just… I have to go number two. You don't really want me to poop myself?" Chris "Of course I do. That's why you're in diapers silly. Because you don't know how to use the potty." Sarah wines, and shifts her body before her body freezes, her legs start to shake and she grabs her butt Sarah "Please… please… please… I don't want to. I don't want… OH MY GOD! PLEASE! Oh my God. I can't… I can't wait anymore. Im about too… Oh fuck… oh fuck… no, no, no… It's happening!!! fuck, fuck, FUUUCCKKK!!!" Chris "What's that? What's wrong baby girl? is somebody making a stinky mess?" Sarah "YEEESSS! OH MY GOD!!! I'M POOPING IN MY PANTS!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! HOW CAN YOU LIKE THIS. OH MY GOD. THIS IS SOOO FUCK… SO FUCKING GROSS." Chris "Babies don't swear Sarah. Someone better start talking like a baby or she's going to have peed and pooped in a diaper for nothing. Cause someone is gonna tell her bosses that she's been stealing. Let's hear my baby tell me what she did like we talked about." Sarah "What the… really? REALLY?!? Do I have to? Chris "Yes. If you don't want to I can…" Sarah Fine! I… I… I goed potty daddy. I goed potty in my diaper. Baby needs her diaper changed. Pwease change my diaper daddy!" FADE OUT/IN Sarah is sitting on her living room floor dressed more like a baby, sourfully shaking a baby's rattle and sucking on a pink binkey. She's wearing little booties, a bib, and a bonnet that match the new onesie she is wearing. You can tell she had been crying. There is mascara running down her face. Chris walks over to Sarah from off screen and grabs a handful of her crotch. And starts to unsnap her onsie retailing a very soiled diaper. Chris "Uh oh. Looks like the little baby needs her diapers changed again doesn't she. Does someone need her diapers changed?" Sarah pulls the pacifier out of her mouth. Sarah "Yes pwease daddy. I goed poo poo in my diaper. I not a big girl anymore." Chris "Oh that's okay baby. Maybe you can be a big girl again one day? Can you believe you already almost made it through your first weekend as a baby again?" Sarah "FIRST WEEKEND!?!?! I'm not going to do this again. That wasn't the fucking deal!" Chris "Well… maybe the deal changed. Calm down… well, I guess you're just a baby though you don't know that the world isn't fair. How about we watch something on T.V. that should calm the baby down." Sarah CHRIS!!! I'm not wearing diapers anymore. Just let me take this thing off. It's fucking disgusting! I'm sitting in my own fucking shit right now for you! I'd rather…" Chris "Hey babies don't talk like that! You were doing so good too. I'll change you after the movie." He turns the T.V. on and messes around with the remote. A video of Sarah starts to play. She's crawling around on her living room floor on all fours dressed and talking like a baby. The video cuts to another scene. Sarah is sitting on her bed wearing only a diaper. Its painfully obvious that she had used it. She's kicking and screaming like a toddler screaming that she pooped herself and wants her diaper changed. Sarah "What the fuck is this!?! You were fucking recording me?!? You can't show this to anyone. This isn't fair. You made me use diapers and talk like a baby!!! I'm… I'm going to..." Chris "You're going to what? Tell everyone I made you do it. Sure that might work. Im sure your friends will believe you. But what about all your instagram followers. I'm sure they won't want to follow a big baby girl that poops and pees in her diapers. You can kiss you little influencer side job goodbye." Sarah "I… I can't even right now…" Chris "Hey… don't worry. You will still have your job at the office. Oh… wait. No you won't cause I have those other pictures of you stealing from them. Back when you used to wear big girl clothes." Sarah "What else do you want. I'm already… you can't keep me like this. I'm going to need to leave the house. I can't go out like this!" Chris "I'm not totally unfair Sarah. You can talk like a big girl at the office, and wear your big girl clothes too. Well most of your big girl clothes. Youre still not gonna be allowed to use the potty like a big girl. Even at the office. And we're not at work you will just have to wear your baby stuff, and act the part like a good little baby. Sarah "Oh my God! For how much longer! Everyone will know I'm wearing diapers! These things are huge, and crinkle whenever I walk!" Sarah looks down at her diaper. Her onsie was still unsnapped and you can see the yellow bulge promently between her legs. Chris "I said I'm not totally unfair I said. You can wear these when you're at work. You should be able wear these without anybody noticing. As long as you don't make a stinky in them when you're at work." Chris pulls out a package of adult pull ups. And hands them to Sarah. Sarah takes the package of pull ups from Chris with a pouty face, and starts to cry. Chris "I won't post the pictures, or tell the bosses about you stealing as long as you're a good baby for a little longer. Don't worry. Remember, this is better than jail." Sarah "Will you change my diaper. I… I… I made a pop poo cause I'm not a… not a big girl anymore. Whaaa! Whaaaa! Sarah starts to cry even harder. FADE OUT to be continued...
  9. BY : little COWBOY INTRO ENTER, stage right : the Corona Virus. I was the sous chef at Dr. John’s restaurant. Before the country fell into chaos, behind the corona virus. Through a briefing at the hospital one day, John was told New Orleans was about to be quarantined - by military force. Nobody was going to be let in or out of the city. That same morning, I woke up to a call from John. I could tell something was wrong, because he sounded scared. Dr. John was never scared. “Spark, can you hear me? Wake up... pack your bags, get your dog, and meet Melissa at my house... ASAP.” He filled me in on the impending crisis, and his plan : to get all of us up to his cabin in Mississippi, until this was all over. “The city is going to riot,” he predicted “It won’t be safe here for a while.” Melissa was John’s girlfriend. When I first met her I was convinced she was ‘Megan Gadot’. (Megan Gadot is what I imagine Megan Fox and Gal Gadot would look like after doing the ‘fusion dance’) She was just stepping out of her pink Porsche When I pulled up. “Perfect timing!” she yelled, “Hurry up! I’ll load all this into the truck. Go ahead and get the trailer hooked up and we can leave”. “GRRRR... WHAAAHHERR... WHERE… is everyone else? UGGH...” I questioned - between strained grunts, while I wrestled the loaded trailer onto the hitch. “Phooooie!!! DONE!” I declared, thoroughly out of breath. I rested my shaky arms on my hips and puffed my chest out. “Yayyy! My little travel size Superman,” Melissa let a coy giggle “Let’s go! Come boy! come on Zeus!” She ushered my pup into the car. “Good boy! You’re driving”... she threw the truck keys at me. “I want to drink wine.” “Is it just us?” a stupid question, as the truck was packed so full there was barely enough room for Melisa, Zeus, and I. “Yes sir. Why... do you not want to go to the cabin with me?” She was wearing a facetiously flirty smile, knowing full-well she was a goddess in my eyes. “Don’t worry. Everyone else is going to meet us there. We are going to get a head start so we can get the cabin ready.” SEVERAL HOURS LATER... It was getting late and nobody else had showed up, and we had no cell service there. John's cabin was, literally, in the middle of nowhere. We probably would have been more worried... but... whiskey. “Well... here’s to hoping they show up soon.” Melissa said as she emptied the last of the whiskey into our cups. “I have... other stuff...” I hesitated for a moment. Unnecessarily. “Like what?” Melissa eagerly asked, in a tone that suggested she wasn’t opposed to much. I read too much into that question... It was her first time doing cocaine. The long and short of it... she wasn’t handling it well : “Am I supposed to be this hot?” she asked anxiously, as she sloppily pulled her sweater off. The ‘undershirt’ she was wearing rode up her tight body, beside the effort. Her breasts - which I very much wanted to see - ironically stopped the highly anticipated exhibition. Even so... that much of Melissa's bare skin was tantalizing. “And... I think I have to go...” she stopped mid sentence, wearing a wry face that exhibited her apparent distress. Melissa arched her back with a ridged heave - presenting an astounding display of her bosoms' remarkable cleavage. “MELISSA!!! ARE YOU…PISSING YOUR...” I couldn’t even finish my sentence, before she interrupted me - as if I had too. It was glaringly obvious what she was doing. Rather... what she was trying not to do. “I... I... don’t know what’s… fuck, fuck FUCK!!! Oh my god no! no! NOOO!!!” She was gracelessly squirming on the tippies of her pigeon toed feet. Her legs were trembling - knees pressed tightly against one another. The piss pouring down the length of her tight blue jeans was the least of her worries though. Melissa was reaching behind herself. Desperately grabbing solid handfuls of her backsides own legendary embonpoint - attempting to quell the real problem... like that was going to stop the mess that was already filling her panties. “Are you... okay?” I finally broke the silence. “Do you...” She didn’t let me finish my sentence - even though she didn’t know what she wanted to say in her defence. “I... NO!!!” she cried, “I JUST DIDN’T KNOW…” Tears were starting to well in the corners of her dreadfully embarrassed eyes. She hunched forward reluctantly, to examine the mess she had just made. “DON’T LOOK AT MEEE... EEEWAHHH... WHYYYAHH!!!” Melissa retched with every gruesome step, as she awkwardly toddled towards the bathroom. BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS… kind of... ( Some coworkers and I are going to my owner's cabin until they turn New Orleans back on. ) Not to make light of a serious situation... My heart goes out to everyone having a hard time through this. If you need someone to talk to you can message me. See... what had happened though… It's where my mind wandered last night I am thinking about expanding the idea into a short novel... It's my first story.
  10. Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange.She had taken it up on a whim. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. After years visiting a... strange... community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. The person's name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. She didn't really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you've never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person?On top of that, she was here to play the sub. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn't even discuss as much. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha's decision. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She closed her eye and psyched herself. She could do this. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start.Holding her breath, she knocked. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn't used to having to look up at another woman. Rosie stared at the woman's arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn't involve a lot of spanking. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone."Rosie?" the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. She smiled and tapped her nose. "Hehe your just as cute as I expected," she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. "Perfect for what I have planned."Rosie blushed over the treatment. It was... sudden, she thought. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. She was here to play sub, she told herself. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. "Ummm... thanks. Are you Samantha?""Yes, that's right dear. Good girl!" Samantha patted her head."Uhhh... thanks. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?" Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept."Oh, don't worry, you'll see soon enough." Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. Rosie's instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. She looked at Rosie's black jeans and button up shirt. "Hmmm... we will have to do something about those clothes. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn't good for you." Rosie gaped at her and couldn't respond. Instead, she was pushed onto the bed. "Now, wait here a moment little one. I need to get some things ready.""Alright," Rosie said. Samantha's tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door.After a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. How many people where there? She didn't know there was more then one, she hadn't agreed to that. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing.Rosie didn't have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. "Hey... what are.... no!" She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured."Hey, I said.. MPHH...!" she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. Her mouth filled with creamy white foam as she shoved the bar into her mouth again and again."There, that will wash out any more naughty words," Samantha said. She then took the bar out. Rosie gasped, and the foam dribbled down her face. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was filled again. This time it was a pacifier that was tied into place behind her head. It filled her mouth completely to her throat, forcing her to swallow the rest of the soap, and turning her protests into incomprehensible mumbles. "What was that?" Samantha said. "Something you don't like? Well just tell me, and I'll be sure to stop," she laughed, and Rosie glared.Now that she was tied and silenced, the Samantha's two friends lifted Rosie's feet into the air, forcing her to her back on the couch. Rosie tried to kick and pull herself away. "MPHHH!" she shouted at a sudden, sharp pain on her backside. She looked to see Samantha standing over her with a long black paddle. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Playing sub had seemed so exciting in theory. Even now, part of her was eager to keep going. But this much pain and control was so foreign and coming on so quickly. She was overwhelmed with emotions, and struggled not even knowing if she wanted to leave or stay.She was spanked again. "Now now, that's enough of that," Samantha said. It was pointless anyway, Rosie found the two girl's grasp was unbreakable, and Samantha simply moved on.The next thing Samantha grabbed was the one thing Rosie had expected from the start, but now stared at nervously. It was what she wanted for months, but by far the most embarrassing part yet.Seeing the frightened, humiliated but excited look in Rosie's eyes, Samantha smiled. "Yes, I'm sure this is what my baby wants, isn't it? She's just been lying to us, to everyone, with her naughty big girl clothes, posing as an adult, posing as a professional, pretending to be mature... we all know it is a lie, don't we?" Rosie stared, and Samantha smiled and lifted the object into the air. It was a large, thick diaper. It was white but with a pink, flowery panel on the front, with letters proclaiming the wearer "Princess," and a design that let everyone know that the wearer wasn't a real adult, but simply an overgrown, adult baby. It didn't look like an adult diaper, but a baby's Pampers made in a larger size. More then that, it was a sign that her last shred of adulthood was gone, that even the most basic levels of control and maturity were forcibly stripped from her. It meant she couldn't even be trusted to use the toilet, and if that was true, what could she be trusted with?Rosie cringed, helpless as Samantha powdered her and placed the thick pamper underneath her. She felt the thick padding go up between her legs and close on her, then get tapped securely on. Samantha then pulled the strap of the strait jacked underneath the diaper and attached it on either side, leaving her locked inside her humiliating, childish garment. The other two girls put pink baby booties on her feet, then stood her up. She was made to face herself in a mirror, and sulked. Even the straight jacket seemed to have been made on the similar theme, with a pink and white design consisting of flowers, babyish drawings and "Princess" written on her chest, along with a skirt of fabric around her waist that made it look like a tutu while leaving her diaper fully exposed. She thought of her own image of herself- serene, powerful, in control- and tried to compare it to the baby she saw staring at her in the mirror. This is what she wanted, she reminded herself, though part of her wondered why. She closed her eyes and told herself to just listen to what Samantha wanted, as she had agreed to.Samantha came up to her smiling, and seemed to smile even broader when she saw the defeated look on Rosie's face. She attached a collar to her neck, then a leash, and brandished the paddle in her other hand."Now, come along my little princess, and be a good girl. Its time to meet some more friends."Friends?! Rosie thought. There were MORE people!? She tried to pull away, but was forced forward by the leash, and the pacifier turned any argument into mumbles."Whats that? Remember, if you don't like something, just tell me!" Samantha said, then laughed.Rosie simply followed. The abnormal bulk of her diaper felt odd between her legs, and made her waddle. Rosie had tried the thickest adult diapers she could find, but this was still a surprise. The only thing she could think of was Snuggies waddles made with a custom design, but that still didn't seem to cut it. Perhaps Waddlers with a thickening pad, she thought. Whatever it was, it was clearly designed to be intrusive, and it worked. The strap of the straight jacket added to the feeling, making it feel thicker and stiffer and pressing it against her. The diaper crinkled loudly, and was hot and heavy, but at the same time soft and, in a way, comfortable.Rosie was pulled into the living room, which was now full of people. They all cheered and laughed at once as she entered, blushing. Some were people she had seen before, acquaintances from work or people she had run into, but most were strangers. There even seemed to be other fetishists there- a woman in a black leather full body suit held on a leash by a man in a suit, a blond haired boy who sat whimpering on a woman's lap while wearing a diaper and dress and suckling a pacifier, a girl in a bunny outfit with ears, and others. The attention, however, was all directed at Rosie."Awwww she's so cute!" a stranger proclaimed."Yes, I agree. She was an excellent choice.""Just look at her blush! She is sooo embarrassed haha. I wonder if she's wet already?""Oooo imagine her look during her first diaper change."Samantha quieted them with a have of her hands. "Now now, we will get to that. First, we need to prepare our baby. Now, Rosie, you may be wondering what this is." Rosie nodded, humiliated and terrified. "Most of them are my friends. We've been looking for someone just like you to be our new baby girl. We already have a baby boy and others, so we needed you for a new playmate. We meet from time to time for... fun." She smiled at the word, leaving it open to whatever Rosie could think of. "The others are people you knew who were open to the idea. We like to have a few people our subs recognize on the first night. It adds to the... fun... and ensures people will know about your new lifestyle."She continued. "Tonight, Rosie, is all about you. This is your initiation, then you'll be part of our group. Remember, if you don't like it, just say so," she laughed.With that, Samantha grabbed the leash right by her collar and gently pulled her down. Rosie shook her head violently, making as much noise as the pacifier would allow. This was too far, she thought. She'd agreed to play sub, and would have, but did not agree to have other people. She wanted out.Samantha, however, ignored her pleas. She made Rosie crawl, much to the delight of the audience, and sat her on a plank in front of the wall facing outward. "This here is something that is going to help you be a good baby. In a little while, all your naughty arguing will end," she said. She threaded leash through a hoop on the blank Rosie was sitting on. Next, she felt it pulled down underneath her and between her legs, then upwards. It was attached to the wall above her, forcing her into a kneeling, head down position from which she couldn't move.Rosie glanced around, struggling even to keep her head up, and tried to figure out what was going on. The people were smiling at her, though some of the obvious subs stared at her nervously and with pity.Soon Samantha was in front of her, holding a pair of headphones. "Now now little one, don't worry at all," she said soothingly. "Mommy will take care of everything. Just listen to this, and everything will soon be better." With that, she placed the headphones on Rosie's head, and hit a button.
  11. Elise struggled not to cry. She squirmed and screamed as each blow smacked loudly on her behind, but the indignity of her childish position over the stranger's lap would only be made worse if she gave in and cried."OW! OW! STOP! You can't do this to me!" she cried out."Are you going to be a good girl?" the man she only knew as "Daddy" said."Let me go! You can't spank me!" She tried to struggle, but he held her firmly over his lap with his left hand on her twisted arm as he spanked her already red bottom with his right. She couldn't manage to budge him."It seems I can little girl. And after this you are going to your room for a time out.""NO! I'm not a little girl! For god's sake I went to college!"He reached for her belt buckled. She squealed as he undid it and pulled her pants down, followed by her underwear."Silly girl won't need these anyway. We'll get you dressed properly.""No," she said. What could THAT mean?He took the belt out of her pants, folded it, and swung it at her behind hard. It hit with a loud CLAP, and she screamed out."You've been a very bad girl," he said, and spanked her again. "You are going to obey me whether you like it or not, and you will learn to be good." He hit her again."OW!" she screamed. She began to cry. "Alright," she said, "I'll be good.""Good girl," he stood her up. She tried to lift up her pants to cover her sore read bottom, but he swatted her hands away and spanked her with the belt. "No," he said, "good girls don't do that." He stood up beside her. Tall, thick, and broad shouldered, he loomed over her easily, and she cowered in front of him.Without letting her pull up her pants, he began to drag her by the wrist through the strange building she had just arrived at. It was a sprawling complex, and they passed through several halls and flights of stairs. Every room she passed has its own odd theme, and the people around them were dressed to match. There were people dressed in leather next to rooms full of bondage equipment, people dressed in collars next to rooms with dog beds and dog bowls, men in bright pink skirts, more still in maids going from room to room cleaning, and all through out them stern looking men and woman directing them. What had she gotten herself into?She began to wonder where she would end up. The bright skirts didn't seem that bad, but she never was one for cleaning, so she hoped she wouldn't become a maid. The bondage equipment frightened her, so she hoped to avoid it too. The dog beds just seemed embarrassing."Here we are," he said, pointing at a closed door. There were four other people around it in black clothing, and she stared at them nervously. "Oh, don't worry about them," he said, "they are just here to help." He reached over to her and ruffled her hair, then reached into his pocket and took out a ring of keys and began going through them."What is in there?" she said, sniffling. He smiled. "You'll see." He pushed the door open, dragged her in, and turned on the light. She gasped at the sight.This was worse then the dog beds. This was worse then the MAIDS clothes."No, no no," she said, and tried to back away."Are you arguing with me AGAIN, girl?" he said. It had taken her a moment to understand what she saw. The room inside was a gigantic nursery. It was painted a sickening pink color, and filled with infantile furniture sized for an adult. A full sized crib dominated the room, flanked by a high chair, changing table, and clothing shelves covered with diapers and onesies.Worse still, laid out on the crib for her to see, was what she realized would be her new out fit. It consisted of a pink dress decorated pastel pinks and blues, a bonnet, mittens, long stockings, and to top everything off, a thick diaper printed with rabbits. Worse still, there was a series of ropes and locks arrayed in front of them."You can't do this to me!" Elise said.A split second later her world was upside down again as he flipped her over his lap. "NO!" she screamed, and tried to kick her way out."BAD BABY!" he shouted, and began spanking her with her belt. She started crying with the first blow, and each smack after that brought out more and more tears until all she could do was lay helplessly on his lap and sob.Satisfied that the fight was out of her, he turned her back until she was sitting on his lap, then lifted her cradled in his arms. "Now, lets get you dressed.""Nooo," she pouted. This time, however, she didn't fight him as he lay her down in the crib. To her surprise, there was a mirror on the ceiling above it, and she saw herself, the crib and the outfight clearly. She tried to separate herself from it- another red headed girl about to be put in diapers, another blond haired man doing it, but she realized she'd have no choice but to watch her own humiliation occur. It was a clever, if cruel, touch.The four helpers in dark clothing were around her. They held her limbs down as he pulled her pants the rest of the way off, then took her shirt off. Finally, he lifted the diaper up in front of her and opened it up slowly, smiling as he saw her expression changed from moping to fear and embarrassment."No, please. I don't want to be a diaper girl. Maid, pet, anything but that," she said."Don't worry," he said, "you'll get used to it." He lay it underneath her and spread powder liberally over her. "No," she moaned one last time, half hardheartedly trying to move her bottom out of the way and give some kind of resistance, but she was stopped by another spank from his hand. She watched in dread as he folded the diaper up and taped it on. He followed it with plastic panties, which he locked in place. With the help of the other four, he dressed her fully in the dress, bonnet, stockings and mittens. They tied the ropes to her limbs, and left her with her arms stretched to the top corners of the crib and her legs folded on top of her, unfortunately lifting her skirt to leave her diaper visible. He dismissed the others before presenting the coup de grace of her humiliation- a big pink pacifier with straps dangling to each side. He shoved it in her mouth, and she felt the bulb fill it up and gag her. He tied it behind her head."There. No way to move or complain, no way to get in trouble. A silent baby is a good baby. We will need the straps until you learn to keep pacis in your mouth without them." She groaned inwardly. How long would it take to 'learn' that? How long would she be diapered for?"Now, we are going to play a game. I'll be asking you questions, and you can shake your head yes or no. If you're a good baby, you'll get treats. If you're a bad baby, you'll get spanked. We'll see if we can work our way up to letting you talk, then maybe moving around a bit before bed time. Ready?"She groaned, this time out loud. That resulted in a hard smack on her diapered bottom and her getting scolded as a 'bad baby." She tried to look away from her tormentor, but just ended up looking at her own reflection- locked in a crib, clearly visible diaper under her skirt, and sucking a pacifier as a stranger spanked her. She tried to look around, but everywhere was more evidence of her new status- piles of diapers, childish toys, the high chair, a playpen- it was unavoidable. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and tried to listen to his questions, hoping she could somehow make it better by pretending to play along. What had she gotten herself into?...She tucked her head down and tried to hide as she was lead by her leash into the shopping center. The leash wasn't attached to a collar- oh no, even though she wore one complete with tags that gave her name, "Diapered ABDL" status and the address and name of her owner (though she was told she only needed to know him as "Daddy,") having the leash attach to her collar like most submissive would have been to easy, and given the wrong idea. Instead, she wore a harness like the ones normally intended for toddlers, and which gave her no choice but to follow. More ropes dangled from it, and attached to the cuffs at on her hands, followed by another rope between her legs that would have kept her from running if the leash wasn't already doing the same thing. To top it all off, she had her hands in baby mittens, leaving them useless anyway, and she had a pacifier securely strapped to her mouth.'At least I'm not in a stroller this time," she thought to herself. THAT had been humiliating. However, at least then she could pretend she could hide in the seat. Now, walking among the staring and giggle crowds, there was no way to hide her state. Her stomach groaned, and she tried to hide it. THAT was something she didn't want anyone to notice.She still liked to pretend she could. Though her dress, stockings, and pigtails were childish enough, the harness added insult to injury by announcing "Baby Girl," across her chest and back. However, she kept kept her head down, imagining it hid the pacifier along with her face, and she reached her hands down to smooth the annoyingly short skirt, doing her best to hide the thick diaper underneath it. It was futile, she knew- the loud, crinkling plastic filled her ears as the smell of baby powder filled her nose, and the forced waddle was easy enough to recognize if anyone knew what to look for. However, she tried to do her best without her Daddy noticing.Elise saw him looking at her hands, and she snapped them back up. Getting caught trying to hide her diapers was something she had been warned against. He chuckled, and smacked her hard on the bottom. "Bad baby," he said. "If that skirt is too tempting for you, I might just help you out by taking it away and letting you waddle around the mall with your diapers showing."She shook her head, eyes going wide. Much as she hated to admit it, he was good at what he did. Very little got passed him, and he seemed to know what she was going to do before she did it.He nodded. "Good baby. Now, keep your eyes up, I want people to see my baby's pretty face."He began walking again and led her onward. Instinct and shame still made her want to keep her face down, but she fought against both. The fear of her punishment was worse then a few snickers and laughter, and she endured it as best she could. The mall was huge, with stores she had never seen before lining both sides of the hall in a massive enclave that rose several stores. Some were typical- clothing stores, a few name brands, books, music- while others were designed for the exact type of lifestyle she was now in, ranging from broad ranges of kinks to more specific ones. "Pet" stores, 'punishment' centers, 'work cloths' stores- she dreaded to see what was in store for her. For now, she simply had to walk in the center of the most visible, crowded hall, something she was sure her 'Daddy" had planned. It seemed he planned most things ahead."One day you'll see this is all for your own good," he told her. "See that? That is where we are going, and you are going to happily pick out a little baby toy for yourself, beg daddy for it, and show it off to everyone we meet." He pointed to the end of a long hallway, and she could have cried at what she realized was the final destination of her humiliating journey. A massive store, set up to look like a toy store, but instead filled adult sized toys, furniture, and garments, its banner in brightly colored block letters calling it "The Big Baby Store." It had everything needed to embarrass an abdl girl. "Or please one", she thought, as she saw another woman skipping along, flouncing skirt revealing the pull up underneath.- wait... did she know that girl? She was gone to fast to be sure- She saw far too many of them, and worried over how many had begun resisting and fell into it.She had another problem coming. Her stomach groaned again, and she almost doubled over from a cramp. She had been cramping since breakfast, but tried to hold it in. It was silly, she knew, as she would never be afforded the right to use the bathroom. She had gotten used to wetting herself, but part of her still wanted to resist using her diaper for... that. She saw her Daddy glancing her way and chuckling to himself.Her stomach groaned again, and this time she farted loudly into her diaper."What was that sweetie? You say something?" her Daddy said in a teasing voice. She looked at him sadly. "No, I think your little bum bum did. Her, let daddy check your diaper."She squealed loudly from behind her pacifier as her turned her around and lifted her skirt, exposing her diaper to the entire mall. More people started laughing behind her, and she squirmed in embarrassment. It would have been bad enough had it been a plain white one, but the one she wore today was designed to look like a true pamper, covered all over with cutesy pictures of pacifiers, bottles and teddy bears, and with thick purple stripes along the sides. Added to that were clear plastic pants that locked in the top, just in case she could find a way to open a diaper with her hands in the ridiculous mittens."Hmmm I don't know baby girl. You certainly are a smelly butt, and definitely damp," he reaches his hand between her legs to the front of her diaper, and she squirmed again, eliciting more laughter from her growing crowd.'Why is he taking so LONG!" she thought. He kept prodding and patting her as people laughed and she grew redder and redder, commenting on her personal hygiene. "Such a silly little girl. Still in diapers at your age! Do you need daddy to give you a change?" Finally, he lifted her entire skirt, front and back, clasped it in one hand and pulled open the back of her diaper with the other. At the same time, another cramp hit, and she heard herself fart loudly again as he was checking her, getting the loudest laughter yet. She couldn't bear it any longer, and reached down to pull her skirt in front of her diaper.She instantly regretted it. Her Daddy stood up from the crotched position he had taken while checking her, and she backed away as he leaned over her.He undid the strap of her pacifier and took it out. Despite the newfound freedom from it, she knew better then to speak now."Sweetie, what did I tell you about holding your skirt?""I..." she was afraid to answer."Good babies don't try to hide their diapers. Bad babies do that. Good babies aren't afraid to show off how cute they are.""Yes, Daddy.""And what did you do?""I held down my skirt to hide my diapers."She felt a sharp smack on the back of her diaper and yelped."Bad baby!" he said. "What did I say would happen?""No Daddy please! Its embarrassing!""Well, I bet its embarrassing to be a naughty adult woman walking around in diapers. It should be. A little baby, however, is fine. If its embarrassing to walk around with your diaper showing, then you clearly need more practice doing it. We'll have to give you more opportunities to show off."He took out a remote and hit a button on it. She felt her hands being pulled upward by the rope toward her chest. Once they were folded in front of her, he reached down to grab the hem of her skirt. As always, he was doing it as slowly as possible, letting her dread grow."Please daddy. I promise I'll be a good baby," she said. Unlike other times she had said it, she meant it. Fighting him was turning out to be much worse then going along with what he said."You better be," he replied. He undid the buttons on her skirt and tossed it into a bag. "Now, about you being a gassy baby. Do you know what that means?""Uhhh... nooo.." she tried to reply but felt another cramp. She was shocked by how hard they were coming, and how quickly they were getting worse. "What, Daddy?""What did I tell you to do when you needed to go potty?""I uhhh...""Tell me unless you want a spanking."She blushed and looked down. "Good babies don't hold back their messes. Good babies go the second they need to and fill their diapers for their daddy's to change. They like making presents for their daddy's because it proves they are babies."He nodded. "Exactly right. Good baby." She tried to hide the embarrassing pride of finally getting something right."But Daddy, do I..." she glanced over to where she saw a public bathroom, but knew what the answer would be. "How long..."He shook his head. "Don't worry about how long we'll be in the mall for, I promise you'll be good and stinky before we are gone, and your bare pampers will be visible to all.""Daddy!" she whined."Now, if you had listned to what Daddy told you and filled your pampers when you first started feeling the cramps this morning at home, what would have happened?""I..." how did he know when she first felt them? How much could he figure out?"Sweetie, be a good baby. I know its difficult for a little diaper girl like you, but see if you can figure it out. Daddy changes you whenever you need it. If you had filled your pampers at home, what would have happened then, and what wouldn't be happening now? Can you figure it out sweetie?"She blushed at such a simple question worded so condescendingly. "I would have been changed at home, Daddy, and wouldn't need to mess now."He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Good baby! Such a smart baby!" To her embarrassment, Elise giggled as he said it. "So if you were a good baby and listened to Daddy, you wouldn't have this problem now. Since you were a bad baby and didn't, you're going to end up messing your diapers in front of all these people, then walk around the mall with your stinky pampers. Sound like fun?""No Daddy!" she whined."And since Daddy locked you in those plastic pants and your spare diapers are at home, it means you'll spend a lot of time in your mess before you get changed. Sound like fun?""No Daddy," she said. She knew exactly where this was going, but couldn't argue. There was nothing TO argue this time. She hated to admit to herself he was right."So, what was the better option- listening to Daddy, filling your diapers like a good baby, and getting changed immediately at home, or not listening, being a bad baby, and walking around a mall in smelly?"She sighed and looked down in shame. "Listening to Daddy, being a good baby, and filling my diapers when I needed to." She felt the cramps come again- it would be coming out soon whether she liked it or not, and she knew he was right about the last time she held it in."Do you think its fair to make people have to smell your stinky diapers?""No Daddy.""So what should you have done, and what should you always, always do? Who should you listen to, even if you don't know why?""I should always, always be a good baby and listen to Daddy. I should always listen to Daddy because Daddy always knows best." She hated hearing the words from her mouth."Good baby," he said, ruffling her hair. "Since you were good since then, if your lucky, I might pick up some cute new diapers at the Big Baby store and change you in the bathrooms here. If you are good. Now, I think there is something you were going to do for Daddy? What was that?""I... I was going to make a present for Daddy in my diapers, because I want to be a good baby." She said. 'Change in the bathrooms? In PUBLIC? Could he do that?' she thought. It seemed he could effectively do what he wanted to her."Well?" he raised an eyebrow.She sighed, closed her eyes and pushed. She farted far more loudly then she had hoped, and felt the hot mess come out of her and into her diaper. "Ohh," she said, and she doubled over and squatted as the cramps hit again and she kept messing herself for the audience. She hoped their laughter at least drowned out the sound of her messing, but to her each release sounded like thunder. The smell stung her nostrils, and she almost gagged. There was another advantage of messing the second she got the urge, she realized- there would have been far less of it, and her messes would be far less... messy. She shuddered at the feeling as she finally finished.She opened her eyes and stared at her Daddy, eyes seeking pity. She tried to concentrate on him and ignore the other's around her, most of whom were laughing at her."Good baby," he said, rubbing her head again. He leaned forward and checked the back of her diaper. "You're a very good baby, stinky butt." He patted the back of her diaper, and she cringed at the slimy feeling but was glad to at least be in his good books again.A group of young women came running up to her. One of them held a camera. "Excuse me, can we take a picture with you? We just LOVE the outfit! SO adorable!""No I..." she began to speak, but was cut off by her Daddy's hand on her nose."Silly baby, they weren't asking you." He put the pacifier back in her mouth, this time leaving the strap off. She didn't dare spit it out. "She'd love to have her picture taken, and she promises to give you her prettiest smile."She tried her best to smile for the camera. And for her Daddy, she knew- if he was going to change her diaper after all that, the least she could do was smile. She thought about what he had said earlier. At this point, a doll or teddy bear to call her own would make her feel better, and she probably would beg for it...."Now now sweetie, put Jeremy down," Daddy said.She pouted and squealed behind her pacifier. She cuddled the teddy bear close and shook her head no. Her pigtails twirled, adding emphasis in her mind, making the protest all the more adorable to her Daddy."You know the rules. You don't get to have teddies or dollies for comfort during punishments. You're going into the naughty corner after this, and you need to be able to think about what you did without distraction. You can have him back after. You want to be a good baby, don't you?"She nodded. She did know the rules, and she did want to be a good baby. Good babies avoided punishment and got more toys. Also, she knew it would be easier to think about what she did without Jeremy distracting her. He was just too cuddly to think when he was around.She shook her head. Where had THAT thought come from? She held onto them because it was expected of her in her role, and she wanted to avoid punishment. It did make her feel better to hold one after a spanking, but... she shook her head and ended the train of thought."Then go put him with the others and crawl back here," Daddy said.She waddled over to her toy pile and lay him on top. This was the pile of things she had picked out. She was allowed to have them all out to play during the day, but was only allowed to in her crib at night. Picking those two and putting the rest back into the box at night was one of her chores, and as the first she picked out Jeremy made the cut more often then the others. She always kissed the others before putting them back in- Daddy told her too, as they might feel bad otherwise. Silly, she knew. She kissed Jeremy before putting him down, hoping Daddy would excuse her removing her pacifier for an important reason. She put it back in and suckled it. She would at least have that for comfort during her punishment, and she was glad Daddy was kind enough to let her have it.She crawled back as commanded. Crawling wasn't always necessary, but she would do it when told to. In the end, it was no more embarrassing then anything else she went through, and not worth the punishment if she argued. This time, however, it had the added impact of putting her lower then someone she'd normally be taller then.She glanced up at that person, her babysitter, and the reason she was being punished.Officially, she was being punished for arguing over a change in bed time. When the new baby sitter came in to help Daddy, she told her she'd be going to bed at 7:30 tonight instead of the usually 8:00 so the babysitter would have time for her college homework. It was then condescendingly explained that homework was something people did to learn at home, sort of like her learning to color in lines, and college was where big people went to learn things, sort of the way Daddy had taught her to use her diapers properly. She had thrown what her Daddy called a 'tantrum' while he was still there, so he ordered this punishment.The reality of the matter was deeper then that. The babysitter- named Sarah- had almost been perfectly chosen to upset her. Her Daddy had been giving Elise lessons lately about her status. As an adult baby, her former age and accomplishments didn't matter, and she was now to consider herself as younger then people she used to think she was older then as long as they were adults, and beneath submissive with a higher role. The speech she got explaining what college was when Elise herself had graduated years before, was just the cherry on top of a long list of annoying traits. First of all, as shown by the fact she was still in college, Sarah was several years younger then she was. Making matters worse, she KNEW her. Or, as her Daddy told her, had known her in her old life back when she had baby sat her. She had been taught that her past accomplishments didn't matter, but finding out her former ward was now her babysitter was too much. There was more too- her Daddy wanted her to know it wasn't just age that was lower but her status. Sarah was a submissive and had been one earlier, and a little at that. She was the girl who had been skipping along in the mall. She had watched in awe as the girl lifted up her skirt to proudly show off her pull up and explain that "even a toddler in pull ups is mature enough to be in charge of a little baby in diapers." When Sarah had announced the new bedtime, Elise had had enough, and started shouting.Now, she paid the price. She reached her Daddy's legs and remained on all fours beneath where he was seated."Good girl. Now keep crawling! Up up up!" he patted his knees, and she obediently crawled over his lap, lap down, and braced herself.This time, there was no struggling. Daddy didn't even hold her down as undid her onesie, revealed her soaked diaper and began spanking her. She yelped as the first blow squelched against her damp padding, the itch from the wetness making the pain from the spanks all the worse. H spanked her again and again. She winced, moaned, and cried out as the pain got worse, and by the end, she was in tears, but she was proud that she didn't struggle. It had become embarrassing to constantly fight back only to end up in the same position."Good girl, Daddy's proud of you for not struggling. Now, go to the babysitter.""Come here little one!" Sarah said, patting her legs. She crawled over and climbed over her knees, then lay patiently for the first smacks. Her blows were softer, but more embarrassing. She was used to being spanked by her Daddy, this was something new. Each one drove home the fact that she was not only a submissive who could be punished and taken control of by almost anyone, but a baby whom even Sarah was considered more responsible then. She would have liked to pretend only her Daddy was in charge of her, but the truth was anyone could be, and her Daddy just kept her safe from them all and determined who was right.Despite her weaker arm, the pain still added up, and soon she was bawling over Sarah's lap. She kept spanking her, and the baby kept crying louder and louder.Finally she stopped. The diaper clad girl lay over her lap, sniffling but not moving."Learn your lesson?" Sarah said."Mhmm," she nodded."Good Baby. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did."She got up and waddled over, rubbing her bottom as she did. When she reached the corner, however, she kept her hands by her side as she had been taught. She heard Daddy and Sarah get up behind her and leave with the door wide open, and not a bone in her body wanted to run out of it or even leave the corner. She knew it would be hopeless, and had no reason to want to try.The punishment was as much about humiliation as it was boredom. The corner was angled to be visible from the hallway, and her onesie still hung open, leaving her wet diaper visible. More importantly, anyone coming by would see her completely unrestrained and willing standing there in a soaking wet diaper and sucking a pacifier. However, there was nothing she could do about it, and she told herself not to worry. She suckled her pacifier for comfort and took her mind elsewhere.It really was her fault, she knew. Daddy had told her the lessons over and over, and she shouldn't have reacted that way. It was wrong to blame the babysitter, she shouldn't have been a Bad Baby. She shuddered at the words.Being a Good Baby really did have advantages. She thought of all the hard work Daddy had put into her, taking care of her, changing her, feeding her. She thought of all the toys she had got as rewards for being good, and all the fun play times she was finding she enjoyed more and more. Despite what she once would have thought, once she got over the embarrassment of admitting it, a lot of what happened was fun. Really, the problem was she was still thinking of the before time, and tricking herself into being embarrassed when she could just be having fun.She thought of her Daddy. She wondered how much of this had planned. The entire thing really had seemed perfectly planned to get her to react, and the resulting punishment really had taught her the lesson. They often did- as he said, she was punished for her own good. Her Daddy must have thought of everything.What was that thing her big girl baby sitter was doing? College? She wondered what that was like, and why a big girl would need to learn about diapers. She giggled. She was happy she'd never have to worry about it. Daddy had told her that since she was a baby, all she had to worry about was playing with toys and filling diapers, and she liked knowing she wouldn't have more stress then that. However, maybe she could help with 'homework', whatever it was, since she was so good at coloring inside lines now....The Baby skipped along gleefully beside her Daddy. She held his hand losely, and was glad not to be on a leash. She was proud of the fact she no longer needed a leash to stay beside Daddy, though sometimes she asked for one if she got scared in crowds. Likewise, she was glad she didn't need the gloves anymore because she wouldn't do naughty things, glad her paci wasn't strapped in because she sucked it freely, and glad she didn't have locking plastic pants because she had learned better then to take off her diaper. Each freedom was a sign she had learned to be a Good Baby in another way, and she was proud of it.Today was another triumph in her mind. Daddy told her they were going into the mall to meet someone because she was 'such a Good Baby now." She didn't know who or what that was, Daddy had told her she didn't need to, she just needed to know it was a good thing. She accepted it. Daddy had always been right before after all, and could tell when she did or did not need to know something.She paused in front of the glass door. She saw her reflection, and smiled. She always liked to see how cute she looked in her outfits. One of her favorite times of day was when she was lying in bed right after waking up and before bedtime, and would see her reflection in the mirror, emphasizing what she was from the first moment and the last moment of her day. She'd role over, stick her bum in the air and examine all the parts of her pajamas. Sometimes she'd try to guess from the reflection of her diaper if she had had an accident in her crib over night. Sometimes she'd be able to see damp or brown spots, but she knew only Daddy could tell her that for certain. Daddy had told her a baby like her couldn't ever know.Today's outfit was extra special. Since today was a special day to celebrate her being a Good Baby, she'd been allowed to pick her own outfit. It was all matching in bright pink. It was her favorite color, since Daddy said she looked cute in it. She had chosen her favorite onesie- one of the cutest with pink frills along arm and leg cuffs and a duck on the chest. Importantly, the diaper cover was narrow, so it left the edges of her diaper clear. She looked down in the mirror and moved the cloth inward slightly. Daddy said it was good luck if her diaper tapes were visible, so she always did her best to make sure they were. She made sure not to touch the tapes though, as bad things happened when she did.She examined the rest of it- her knee high socks were always fun, and the big pink ribbons that tied her hair into pigtails were perfect. Her paci was in her mouth of course, and attached to her chest in case she dropped it. Jeremey accompanied her on this trip (she had begged Daddy for to let her take him and kissed him when he said yes) and since he was going out, he too was dressed up in a small suit and diaper. Diapers for stuffies was another thing she had begged Daddy for. She liked to dress her toys up, and couldn't conceived of dressing anything without a diaper. She wasn't certain how Daddy went without them. He explained he used the potty instead, which she assumed was like a diaper but for grown ups. He said she didn't need to worry about it. However, Jeremy came on trips out sometimes, and she didn't want to risk him having an accident somewhere important. Daddy had agreed and said seeing them all diapered would be a good, constant reminder of what she was.They both entered the mall. People stared at her as usual, and some laughed. She laughed back and waved, she was proud people were noticing how cute she looked.Daddy met with a few other grown ups and shook their hands. She heard him mention the "Baby" and realized they were talking about her, but it sounded like boring grown up talk, so she ignored it. Probably too complicated for her anyway, maybe that college stuff again. Instead, she let her mind wander and looked around the mall.There were people everywhere. It was more crowded then usual. Also, there were more submissives then usual. Some were even on display, standing in cages on stages or tied up in stocks. She wondered what was going on."Bad Baby," she heard the words come out from the conversation. Instantly, all the guilt, all the punishments, and all the anger from the times she had misbehaved came up at once. She could feel the spanks from every time she had been bad. Desperately, she searched her mind for what she had done wrong. Had she walked in wrong? Had she been holding in her messes again? SHe reached for her pacifier, it was still there. She looked at her Daddy pleadingly. He noticed her staring. "Ohh sweetie," he said, cupping her cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you were listening. That wasn't meant for you to hear. You're not a bad baby. You're a Good B. A very Good Baby." He leaned forward and kissed her forhead, and she giggled. Being called a Good Baby and being kissed on the forehead were both pleasures, getting them both at once made her ecstatic. She started humming happily and bouncing back and forth from her heel to her toe.She went back to looking around the room as the grown up talks. She held Daddy's hand tightly and cuddled Jeremy in her other arm, making sure they were both always there.She felt something come in her diaper and heard a loud noise. Paying it no mind, she continued watching people, humming, and rocking on her heels. Whatever it was, Daddy would take care of it. She didn't need to pay it any mind.She noticed the grown ups Daddy had been talking to were staring at her. They didn't seem to be talking anymore, and one was had his mouth hanging wide. She wondered why. Was he trying to catch flies? She felt something behind her and looked to see Daddy opening her onesie. He patted her diaper, and she felt a rotting smell come up."Whew stinky butt! That's quite a mess!" Daddy said teasingly and ruffled her hair. She giggled.Daddy normally called her stinky butt instead of Good or Bad Baby after she did the same thing. However, she couldn't be sure until Daddy said so.SHe pointed at her pacifier, indicating she wanted to speak. Daddy nodded, and she let it drop. It bounced on the cord attaching it to her onesie- Daddy had been smart to encourage her to include that part."What is it, my Good little Baby?" Daddy asked."Daddy, I think I have a poopy diaper."He laughed out loud, and she noticed the others did too. What did THAT mean?"And why is that sweetie?" he asked, smiling."Well, first I noticed something in my diaper but I couldn't tell what, and there was a noise. Then they were staring at me, and people do that a lot when I'm messy. Then I noticed a funny smell and Daddy called me a stinky butt, so I think the smell was coming from me.""Oh? And what else might have made a loud sound and a stinky smell?""Ummmm" she thought. She remembered Jeremy, who was also diapered. She held him up, back bent toward Daddy, so he could check Jeremy too. "Maybe he did?" Daddy tapped the bear's diaper, checking it. "No, its not him silly. You were right the first time. Very good sweetie! You did make a messy. Such a smart baby! Good Baby!" he said, and she filled with glee at her accomplishment. "Now, Daddy needs to talk with these judges, but you've done very well, ok poopy butt? You're a Good Baby. I'll change your pampers later." She nodded, and he put the pacifier back in her mouth.She went back to humming as Daddy talked with them. She didn't know why, but she thought she had done well. They seemed very happy about something. She looked around and wondered where she might get changed. There were rooms in a corner with changing tables, but sometimes Daddy just did her on the ground or on a bench. She didn't mind. She used to complain, and sometimes it was fun to have an audience. Daddy had told her 'babies don't have modesty,' but she wasn't sure what that meant anymore anyway.She began to get bored, and tired of standing. Maybe she should have asked for a stroller. She sat down on the ground. She felt something squish underneath her, and remembered she had messed herself. It was fine though- Daddy had said Good Babies didn't try to hide their messes or hide from them, the just kept going, sat in it, and played, and that was what she was going to do. She held Jeremey out in front of her. First she checked his diaper. Since she was messy, she figured he might be too. Daddy had, but that was a while ago. She thought she might ask him to check again later, since only grown ups could really tell. Satisfied she was sure he was clean to the best of her ability, she began to make him dance in front of her to the sound of her humming.She felt a hand on her head and looked up. Daddy was looking down at her smiling, and she smiled back. She hugged his leg and went back to playing.A while later she felt herself being picked up into the air. She looked up and saw Daddy carrying her, and she cuddled into his chest. He reached a a bench and stood her on the ground, then sat down.Without thinking, she bounced up and landed on his lap with a loud squish. The smell she had noticed earlier suddenly got worse.Daddy laughed. "Silly baby. You're going to make a big mess for Daddy to clean if you keep bouncing like that.""Is this another lesson?" she thought. She began squirming and bouncing as best she could to make a bigger mess for Daddy, since he said he liked it when she made big presents for him. He seemed understand what she was doing, laughed, and began bouncing her on his knee. Each squish would once have made her stomach turn, but now she was happy she was doing something for Daddy. She felt her bottom begin to itch, but paid it no mind. If it was a problem, Daddy would tell her.She pointed at her pacifier, and he took it out for her. "Daddy, who were those men?" she asked."Oh, don't worry. Its all grown up stuff. They wanted to see how much of a Good Baby you were, and you were even better then they expected."Here eyes went wide. "Really?" she asked gleefully. "Uh huh. That's right poopy butt. You are a VERY Good Baby."She laughed out loud. "Whats that mean Daddy? Do we get something?""Yes sweetie. We get an award for training babies, and you get to live with me as long as you want.""As long as I want, Daddy?""Yes. Do you want to be a Good Baby? How long do you want to be Daddy's little diaper girl for?"She thought. She remembered her past life, and all the things she had gone through. She remembered all the work she had done before, all the stress and and trials. She remembered the punishments, the toys, the changes and the spankings. She didn't even need to question it. "Forever, Daddy."He kissed her. "Good Baby."She laughed, and couldn't imagine anywhere she'd rather be.
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