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Mission Improbable (Part 8 of 13)   When Tracy woke up, she felt a little like she was cuddling an octopus. Not in a cold and clammy way, but there were limbs everywhere. There were arms wrapped around her from both directions, a warm breath tickling her neck and soft, bunched-up cotton against her face.   Tracy opened her eyes. The morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the bed and the three naked bodies on it. Well, one naked and two almost naked bodies. Kat's tank top had slid up and she had managed to get one of her arms out of it, exposing half her chest.   Tracy smiled and reached down to check her diaper. Still dry. She tried to wriggle out from between Kat and Cory.   "Don't," Cory murmured from behind Tracy's back. She slid closer to pin Tracy in place.   "Hmm?" Kat opened her eyes. She pulled her tank top away from her face and looked down at Tracy. "G'morning," she said sleepily.   "Hey," Tracy replied, suddenly feeling very awkward lying between the two women.   Kat noticed how high up her top was and grinned mischievously. "Aww, did my little baby want some breakfast?"   Tracy blushed furiously as Cory chuckled behind her back.   "Be nice babe," Cory said and brushed the hair out of Tracy's face. "You don't always have to try to embarrass people you know."   Tracy wasn't quite sure how she felt about Cory defending her like that. I felt nice to have an ally against Kat, but on the other hand, she did kind of like it when Kat babied her. Up to a point, at least, and as long as it was in private.   "I'm sorry sweetie." Kat kissed Tracy's forehead. Then she reached over her to run her fingers through Cory's hair. "So, did the two of you sleep well?"   "Like a log." Cory reached over Tracy to grab Kat's butt. "But next time we do this, we do it at my place. My bed is bigger."   "Mmmm, now you're just giving me ideas." Kat smiled.   Cory moved her hand from Kat's butt to Tracy's hip, letting it rest on the plastic of her diaper. Do you two want some time alone to... you know, handle things?"   Kat looked down at Tracy again. "Well Häschen? Do you need to be changed?"   "Kaaat," Tracy whined, her cheeks reddening again at how straight-forward Kat was being about her using diapers.   "Oh come on. You've been lying between us wearing nothing but a diaper the whole night." Kat leaned closer and whispered theatrically: "I think Cory may have noticed it."   "No, I'm still dry," Tracy mumbled into Kat's chest where she'd buried her pink face.   "Well, I have work in a little while, so I have to get going anyway." Cory sat up and half crawled, half slid off the bed. Standing naked in the stripy morning light, she stretched and sighed softly, looking like something out of a soft-core porno movie. Then she cracked her neck, immediately ruining that mental image.   Tracy watched her before looking back at Kat. "Kat, you're drooling," she said, amused that Kat actually reached up to the corner of her mouth.   Cory laughed. She leaned down and gave Tracy a kiss on the cheek, then she gave Kat a significantly longer kiss on the lips. Tracy couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy at that kiss, although she wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to be the one to kiss Kat like that, or if she also wanted a kiss like that. Before Tracy could make up her mind, however, Cory had left the room.   While Cory got dressed in the living room, Kat played with Tracy's hair. "So..." she said when they heard the front door close, "are you still OK with this?"   Tracy thought about it a little while before she spoke. "I didn't expect her to be so..." She paused.   "Unbelievably hot?" Kat suggested.   "Yeah, that too," Tracy admitted. "But I was going to say 'nice'."   "Aww, I just knew you'd like your new auntie."   "Kat." Tracy rolled her eyes.   "Oh stop that. You can let mommy have a little fun with her little bunny." Kat pulled Tracy closer and nuzzled her neck.   "Mmm-kay," Tracy murmured as a delicious shiver made its way down her back to set up camp between her legs. She gave a small gasp as Kat's hand found its way down there as well.   "Are you sure you're still dry?"   "Mm-hmm."   "Well, it's a shame to waste a perfectly good diaper, so I'm not changing you until you're wet." Kat ran her hand slowly across the taut, white plastic.   "But Kat..." Tracy began.   "Sshhh." Kat began to slowly rock Tracy back and forth. "Just relax. Let it all out. It's OK."   "But I can't do it like this. Not with you holding your hand...there."   Kat just kept rocking Tracy and stroking her diaper. "It's OK. Just relax and let it go," she repeated over and over until it was almost like a mantra.   The warm sun, the gentle rocking and Kat's whisper all made Tracy feel like she was floating on a cloud. A soft, fluffy cloud that smelled just like Kat. She leaned her head against Kat's chest and closed her eyes. Listened for her heartbeat; inhaled her scent.   God, she smells good.   Then, after a little while, there was a momentary twinge of pressure, followed by the familiar bloom of heat spreading across her crotch and down between her legs.   "Kat, I-"   "Shhh. I know." Kat leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting her hair fall to create a golden cage for their faces. She kept stroking Tracy's diaper and rocking her. "Just relax; just let it all come out," she whispered.   Tracy felt divided. Part of her wanted to just snuggle up to Kat and let her take care of her, floating away on that imaginary cloud for the rest of the day. Another part said that she should get dressed and get to work. After all, there were blackmailers to expose and money to be made. The former won out, at least for the time being, and Tracy surrendered herself to Kat's gentle touch.   "That's a good girl," Kat whispered. "Such a good little girl."   Tracy closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn't help smiling at the praise, despite its childish tone. She wasn't really a big fan of Kat talking to her as if she was a baby, but right now it just felt... right. She was Kat's little girl. It had felt so perfect spending the night just being held by Kat and Auntie Cory...   Tracy stopped herself. Did she actually already think of Cory as 'Auntie Cory'? Was she really ready to share Kat with someone else? Share Kat's... love? And was she ready to share herself with Cory? Figuring out her relationship with Kat had been hard. And adding another variable to that equation would only make it that much more complex.   All these thoughts whirled around Tracy's mind as she lay close to Kat. Kat's hand between her legs, stroking her wet diaper; not so much arousing her as reassuring her that Kat would love her no matter what she decided. Kat's arm around her, holding her close and making her feel safe and protected. And Kat's hand gently petting her hair...   Hang on. Three?   Tracy paused as basic arithmetic and anatomy caught up with her. She opened her eyes to see two pairs of eyes looking adoringly down at her. One pair framed by a blonde rats' nest, and the other, a luscious auburn mane.   "Cory? What..."   "I forgot my bag," Cory said sheepishly. "And then I heard the two of you. When I peeked, you looked so adorable that I just couldn't help it. And Kat said it was OK."   Tracy suddenly became extremely aware of her very wet diaper. "Did you watch when I..." Tracy felt as if her entire face burned with embarrassment.   "Um... kinda, yeah," Cory said. "But you don't have to feel ashamed about it," she quickly added. "I know how you feel. Trust me."   Tracy looked away. She felt like she wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever, but Cory slipped a hand under her cheek and turned her face to look into her eyes.   "Trust me," she said. Something in her eyes stirred something deep inside Tracy. A feeling of kinship maybe? Of mutual experiences?   "Have you...?" Tracy asked hesitantly.   Cory nodded.   "Still?"   Cory shook her head. "It wasn't my thing," she said and looked away. After a few seconds, she stroked Tracy's cheek. "But I'm glad Kat's found someone. Someone to care for. This way, I mean."   Cory stood. "I'm sorry for intruding like this. I didn't mean to..." She paused. "Can you forgive me?"   Tracy didn't say anything, but reached out for Cory's hand. When Cory offered it, Tracy brought it to her face, letting it cup her cheek as she kissed the palm. Cory breathed an audible sigh of... relief? Then she hurried out again, leaving Kat and Tracy alone once more.   "Weeeell... that went well," Kat said after a long, awkward silence. Tracy looked up at her and Kat looked back. Then she began to laugh. A giggle at first, but soon they were both rolling on the bed, laughing and gasping for breath. Kat almost fell off the bed and Tracy was pretty sure her diaper got just a little bit wetter.   Eventually they both calmed down enough to talk without breaking into new fits of laughter. Kat held Tracy close and rested her head against her chest. Tracy wondered if she should play into Kat's mommy-thing and seek out her breast, but decided against it.   Maybe another time. If I do it now, we're never getting out of here.   "I'm sorry," Kat said. "I shouldn't have invited Cory back in without checking with you first. I wasn't really thinking."   "It's OK," Tracy said, drawing lazy, little circles on Kat's stomach. "I think I'm going to have to have a little talk with her about a few things though."   "Oh?"   Tracy nodded. "But not just yet."   They lay there for a while longer, just enjoying the closeness. Eventually, Kat spoke again.   "So, I suppose we should get you cleaned up and changed."   Tracy sighed. "Yeah, I guess it's time."   Kat grabbed a box of wipes and knelt between Tracy's legs. After slipping a small towel under Tracy's butt, she undid the diaper and pulled it off. Despite the warm room, Tracy couldn't suppress a shiver as the fresh air hit her clammy skin.   Kat quickly pulled Tracy's diaper out from under her and rolled it up. Then she began cleaning her. Tracy giggled as the edges of the wipes tickled her inner thighs.   "You like that?"   "Yeah. It tickles." Tracy answered while biting the tip of her thumb.   "Well, try to stay still Häschen; we're almost done."   A minute later, Kat crawled backwards off the bed and stood, leaving Tracy lying naked and spread-eagled on a tiny towel on the bed. She picked up the wet diaper and the used wipes and put them in a plastic bag.   "And does my little baby want a nice, fresh diaper?"   "Yeah, kinda. But I might have a meeting with a client so I think I should pass?"   "Are you suuuuuure?" Kat waved one of Tracy's diapers back and forth. "These look aaawwwfully comfy?"   Tracy smiled. "Maybe later. When this whole mess is done."   "OK." Kat sounded mildly disappointed. She put the diaper down. "Can I at least make sure you eat a proper breakfast before you go?"   Tracy pretended to think about it. "Okay," she said, trying to make it sound like a big sacrifice. Kat rolled her eyes and left the bedroom.   Tracy picked up her clothes and dressed quickly. She felt sort of sticky with day-old sweat and decided that a long, hot shower would be at the top of her to-do list for when she got home.   When she walked through the door Kat handed her a fresh cup of coffee and a bread roll. Tracy sipped the coffee and sat down to check the results of the malware scrubber. According to the summary on the laptop, the computer, and four of the thumb drives had all been infected, but the phone and drone controller had been clean.   I guess they didn't have time for those.   Tracy updated her defence programs to look for similar programs. She also sent the quarantined malware files to a couple of hacker acquaintances. Then she took the phone off airplane mode and checked the messages that had accumulated over the last eighteen hours. A few spam messages that had managed to evade her spam filter, two messages with some background information for an old case that she had finished already and a reminder to renew a subscription to a website. None of them were particularly important. The only thing that really mattered was the message from Marko that had been sent only two hours earlier.   According to the long, rambling message, Marko had found half a dozen cameras and microphones in her office. He also said that he cleared them out and installed a couple of cameras to keep an eye on the door and windows in case someone else broke in. The passwords and frequencies for them had been left on a thumb drive with "the old guy in the parking garage".   Tracy bit into the roll which sprayed a shower of crumbs and earned her a disapproving look from Kat.   "What. You gave it to me. Did you expect me not to eat it?"   Kat rolled her eyes. "Just get out of here before you spill your coffee too."   "Okay mom." Tracy tried to sound like an exasperated teenager. "Talk to you tonight?"   "Sure sweetie. Try not to get bugged again." She gave Trace a quick smack on her butt as she wrestled the suitcase with all her electronics out the door.     ***     Tracy wrapped the towel around her head like a turban and tied the bathrobe closed before leaving her bathroom. Showering had felt wonderful and it had been the second thing she did after entering her office. The first had been to change all the frequencies and passwords on the hidden cameras Marko had installed for her.   She sat down at her desk and began putting her thumb drives and other electronics back in their place. Then she started up the laptop and continued going through the records she had been working on the day before.   Annoyingly, the final records yielded no useful information and Tracy glared at the computer screen.   "Why couldn't you be the regular kind of stupid target," she growled at the screen. "Just parking near surveillance cameras, or using crap equipment. But nooooo. You had to be good at your job; and have equipment that's so expensive and fancy that Marko needed new underwear after seeing it. And, and..." Tracy's little rant was interrupted by her burner phone ringing. It was Ms Wilford.   "Yes?" Tracy sat up straighter. Ms. Wilford couldn't see her, but it still felt right to seem somewhat professional, even if she was only on the phone. And was wearing a bathrobe.   "Ms. Bullit. Are you free for dinner? My client would like to meet."   "Um, yes, dinner's fine,"   "Good. You familiar with El Campo Verde?"   "No," Tracy admitted. "I can't say the name rings a bell."   "It's a god-awful, Mexican sports bar downtown." Tracy could hear Ms. Wilford's grimace of disapproval.   "And that's where he wants to meet?"   "Thank god, no. But there's a small Indian restaurant above it that serves a surprisingly decent chicken korma. Seven thirty." Ms. Wilford hung up before Tracy had time to answer.   "Well, I guess I'm having Indian tonight," Tracy said to the dead phone line.     ***     Finding El Campo Verde proved to be easier than Tracy had expected. Things there were so loud they could probably be heard half a block away. Tracy put one of her smallest drones on top of the sun shade to act as a spy camera before leaving the car and locking it.   Getting to the door of the Indian restaurant was almost like an obstacle course of chairs and bodies. The sports bar was packed with people; many of them dressed in black and purple football jerseys. When Tracy finally managed to reach the door and climb the stairs on the other side, the noise abated somewhat, but it was still loud enough to make it hard to hear what was being said six feet away. Tracy was beginning to see why Ms. Wilford had picked this place for their meeting. Unless there was a microphone at their table, it would be virtually impossible to hear what they said.   "Yes? Can I help you?" Tracy's train of thought was interrupted as a short man in a bright green Nehru jacket. Tracy was relieved that he didn't have a fake Indian accent. It really wouldn't have matched his pale, freckled skin and ginger hair.   "Ms. Wilford's party?" Tracy looked around the man, trying to get a look at the other guests. She needn't have bothered. The place was almost empty.   "This way please." The man led Tracy around a corner to a table where Ms. Wilford sat with a handsome, dark-haired man in his late thirties.   "Ah, Ms. Bullit. Please sit." Ms. Wilford gestured to one of the empty chairs.   "Ms. Wilford." Tracy sat down. "Mr...?"   "Novak. Gustav Novak." Mr. Novak had a little bit of a generic eastern European accent.   Tracy sat down and picked up the menu.   "Oh, we're not here for the food," Ms. Wilford said. Just as she did, a roar of noise rose from the bar.   "Ah, I see." Tracy looked around. "Well, the decor is nicer than the street market."   "Now let's make this quick. We only have..." Ms. Wilford checked her watch, "...a little over ten minutes until half-time."   "Right. So like I told you before, I think the ransomware and blackmail was just a smokescreen for your loss of that deposition. I'm guessing you still haven't heard from them?"   Ms. Wilford shook her head.   "Hang on. Blackmail?" Mr. Novak looked from Ms. Wilford to Tracy and back again. "Nobody said anything about blackmail."   "They weren't blackmailing you Gustav." Her lack of patience audible.   "Now, you said the deposition you lost was related to a divorce case; I'm guessing yours Mr. Novak. And you have no non-digital records of it?"   "God, who uses those any more," Ms. Wilford said dismissively.   "And is there enough money to justify the use of equipment so sophisticated that it makes my security guy drool?"   "Easily," Mr Novak said. "My wife may not be a technical genius, but she knows how to spend money wisely. If she hired people for something, she would hire very well qualified people."   "I guess the easiest way to find any information linking her to this whole thing would be to have a peek at her computer." Tracy picked up one of the small cakes that looked like a coil of rope and took a bite.   "Thought about that. Whatever computer she used is either long gone or, more likely, cut off from the net."   "So we reconnect it. You could probably do that Mr. Novak, right?"   "Hardly. Whenever I'm in the house, she has a guy watching my every move. I wouldn't even be able to get into her office during her parties."   "Parties?" Tracy and Ms. Wilford both asked.   "She hosts these wild sex-parties every month or so. I told you about those, didn't I?"   "No, you most certainly did not. So it's not just that she's trading you in for a younger model, it's this too?"   "Well, yes," Mr. Novak admitted. "Anyway, like I said, even if I were to go to one of those parties, I wouldn't be able to slip away."   "Well, if we were to get someone else to break in, that'd be illegal and legally I can't have any part in that."   "Of course, of course." Tracy nodded, her expression one of faux seriousness. "I wouldn't dream of getting you involved in anything unethical."   Ms. Wilford rose. "I have to get going. I hope you both have a good evening."   "Oh, before you leave, do you know any reliable computer intrusion specialists. I may have a lead on a completely unrelated matter. Absolutely nothing to do with this whatsoever."   "Of course. Call me when you have the details. I may know someone." Ms. Wilford nodded to the waiter and then headed for the door.   When the door closed behind her, Mr. Novak turned to Tracy. "What was that about?"   "Oh, we're totally breaking in to snoop through your wife's computer. We just can't say it in front of her. This way, she can claim we lied to her if we get in trouble."   Mr. Novak nodded. "And the computer intrusion specialist?"   "A hacker. I can do your everyday, run-of-the-mill hacks, but based on what you said about your wife's hiring practices, we're going to need somebody who is a lot better than me."   Tracy noticed there was a lull in the noise from downstairs. "Maybe we should get some food while we wait for the second half of the match to start." Tracy eyed the menu hungrily. "How long do these half-time breaks last?"   "Only fifteen minutes."   "A quick snack then."   Five minutes later there was a small tray of some kind of deep-fried, small buns on the table along with cups of milky tea with a deliciously spicy smell. Tracy and Mr. Novak sipped their tea silently and waited for the second half of the match to start.   "So what are you planning?" Mr. Novak asked once the noise had risen to an acceptable level again.   "Your wife's parties; what kind of party are we talking about?"   "What do you mean?"   "Swingers? Furries? Good, old-fashioned orgies?"   "They spank each other. And lead each other around on leashes and things like that," Mr. Novak said, obviously feeling very awkward.   "Ah, I see." Tracy took another sip of tea. "Did you ever go to any of these parties?"   "Good heavens no. I steer well clear of the house whenever she throws them."   "Well, you're going to the next one. Do you know when it is?"   "Sometime next week. Friday or Saturday, I think. I was planning to leave town for the whole week."   "Find a reason to stay. We're crashing the party."   "You and me?" Mr. Novak's eyes were wide with surprise.   "Oh no. Your wife's people undoubtedly know my face. But I think that could work in our favour." Tracy sat back. She had the beginning of a plan.     ***

Or maybe twosies. https://www.jcpenney.com/s?searchType=Predictive+Search&searchTerm=adaptive+clothing+boys&predSearchTerm=adapti   Some of these onesies if you select the Husky XXL are about the same as a Men's Medium.   I called them twosies because there is the outer printed t-shirt and an inner onesie. Definitely not for hot summer days.   There are some much smaller ones on the girls page.

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The conclusion of our sweet and spicy (and wet) sleepover!   -----   19 Little Love The spell the blanket fort put on the Littles was as pleasant as a weekday nap. Within the cozy enclosure, Ava found closeness with Briana’s friends more quickly than she’d thought possible. She was draped across Arthur’s lap in just twenty minutes. While Fabi pretended to paint her toenails, Briana explained the intricacies of collecting every candy in the farming simulator she and Melody played together. Ava had her teddy bear, Brownie, tucked against her side. Tommy, Arthur’s tyrannosaurus, was giving his own presentation to the rest of the stuffies atop the neatly stacked sleeping bags the Littles would be using when bedtime came. Fluffy pillows were strewn everywhere, making happy lumps of softness atop the delightful foam mattresses that made up the fort’s floor. The experience’s comfort was enough to make a Little girl forget about nasty protestors and disappointing doctor visits. The front door opening shattered the brief peace. Briana cut herself off mid-sentence with a gasp and bolted out of the fort, leaving the other three Littles staring at the spot she’d been. Ava shook her head and laughed. “There goes Looney Tunes.” Arthur giggled, his legs shaking gently under Ava. “She’s a total cartoon character when she’s Little.” Ava held her reply while Briana’s greeting to Melody echoed off the living room walls. With a smile, she said, “Yeah – I guess that’s something I love about her.” “She has a boyfriend. You shouldn’t fall in love with people who’re already with someone else.” Fabi looked up at Ava with a pout. “She’s poly – or something. Look, she started it, and I mentioned her boyfriend when she started flirting with me.” “New rule. No grumping in the fort,” Arthur declared. “Fabi, you’re not supposed to fish for a spanking when there’s no bigs around to hear you.” “I wasn’t fishing for a spanking – I don’t do that!” Fabi drew herself up indignantly. “I didn’t know it was okay for Ava to be in love with Briana.” “You totally fish for spankings,” Arthur smirked. “Do not! How would you know?” “Because I do it too.” Arthur giggled. Briana poked her head into the fort. “Hey, get out here, everybody; Melody’s here!” “Aren’t they coming in the fort?” Ava asked. “No, we have to go play video games now. They have a whole thing set up in their room. Come on, come on!” Briana vanished as quickly as she’d poked her head in, leaving the pillowcase door to the fort swinging. “We’d better follow her, or she’ll be back – louder.” Arthur set Ava aside and squeezed through the fort’s door. His already big butt was huge when padded, crinkling when he bumped the armchair that formed part of the fort’s wall. Fabi was right behind Arthur, her white diaper looking like a hydrangea puff nestled in the pale purple lace under her skirt. Ava scooted out as best she could, unsurprised to see Briana, Melody, and Arthur already gone from the living room. That Fabi had waited was a surprise, even more so when she held out a hand to help Ava rise to her feet. “Thanks,” Ava said as she steadied herself on her crutches. “It should have been Arthur helping you,” Fabi said disapprovingly. “He’s way stronger. But I guess he doesn’t think about stuff when he’s Little.” “You did great, thanks again.” Ava smiled at Fabi, getting a bashful grin in return. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. I didn’t understand, really.” Fabi squirmed. “Daddy and my main babysitter say I’m not always nice to people when I’m Little.” “It can be hard to watch what you say, huh?” Ava leaned against Fabi, and the other girl bonked her head gently against Ava’s. “Come on, they’re going to make fun of us if we’re too slow.” Melody’s room was decked out in fairy lights – presumably because it’d been intended to be the sleeping spot. Hopefully, one of the bigs would help them move those to the fort. The room had a lot of furniture, as if two bedrooms had been smushed together without much coordination. There was just one bed, but there were two desks, one an enormous wrap-around thing, the other a simple table. Both had bulky computers, but the bigger desk was covered in electronic stuff and figurines. There wasn’t much space on the floor with two clothes dressers in the room, especially after a big screen TV had been set up against the closet door. Every inch of wall space that wasn’t a window had shelving that held hundreds of figurines, manga volumes, and video game cases. Ava couldn’t imagine living in such a packed room. She would have felt claustrophobic merely standing there if she hadn’t been snuggling with the other Littles a moment ago. As it was, she was happy to tuck herself against Athur’s warm side. Briana proved Ava a prophet when she and Fabi entered the room. “Finally, you two get here!” “Sorry, I was kissing your girlfriend.” Fabi’s tone was ungentle. Had she been speaking to Ava, it would have been sharp enough to hurt. “Nuh-uh!” Briana’s face was unclouded. “I saw you with your Daddy; you’re super in love with him. I bet you smooch him all the time.” “You’ve never seen me smooch him!” Fabi protested. “The way you were looking at him on my birthday, I can imagine it. Smoochy, smoochy, smoochy!” Briana mimed terrible wet kisses each time she said smoochy. “Settle down, noobs.” Melody was in shortalls and a shirt with an anime character on it. If they were wearing a diaper, it was slim; there was no bulge to be seen on their rear. “The first game is Super Bonk Siblings. Ava and Arthur will be a team and get the first character pick.” “What? How come?” Fabi frowned. Briana looked ready to join Fabi’s protest, but Melody dragged her down to the floor before she could get a word out. “Because they were chill when they came in instead of arguing.” Melody handed controllers to Arthur and Ava. “Pick your favorite characters, or if you’ve never played, pick one of the sword people or the dragon turtle; they’re easy to use.” Arthur picked a fox in a space suit within seconds of taking the controller. Ava looked up at him and back at the incomprehensible grid of character portraits on the screen. “Sorry you got stuck with me on your team; I’ve never played this before,” Ava said. “We’ll be fine; I’m good at it.” Arthur grinned. “Melody was right about the easy-to-use characters. Try the sword lady.” Ava found the character with some prompting and was surprised to discover that she also had to pick the character’s outfit. Upon a second look, they were all the same outfit in different color schemes. She chose the red one as Briana and Fabi were getting their controllers. “Aren’t you going to play, Melody?” Ava asked. “Yeah, but I’m on a team by myself.” Melody grinned. “Otherwise, my pro-gamer moves would be too powerful.” Briana picked a puppy character, and Fabi chose a pink marshmallow thing. Of the two of them, Briana looked more confident. Melody picked a character that was somehow two girls, to which Briana responded with a groan. “Sib, no fair! You’re not allowed to play the twins anymore, remember?” “Hey, I don’t know how good Arthur is, but he picked an S-rank character, so I have to match him in the first game at least.” “I’m really sorry, Arthur.” Ava settled on the floor next to her big teammate. “We’ll be fine. Here, let me show you how the controls work.” Arthur looked up at Melody. “We can give Ava a few minutes to figure out the moves, right?” “Of course.” Melody tucked themself atop their bed. “Sis, you want to get everybody a soda?” “Okay!” Briana flounced out of the room while Melody started the game. Everyone’s characters were placed on a floating island with a few platforms above it. Ava and Fabi played with the controls while Briana was out. Though she still felt lost, Ava was grateful that her character couldn’t damage Arthur’s and that he was good at gently explaining the basic moves. Once Briana returned – and as soon everyone had a sip of delightfully sugary soda – the game devolved into total chaos. Characters were jumping everywhere, lights flashed as weird powers activated, and Ava had no idea what was happening. She contented herself with trying to stay on the floating island and slashing with her sword at any character that came near her. Fabi had only a little more experience, making for a few satisfying fights when her pink blob clashed with Ava’s sword lady. Meanwhile, Briana clearly knew what she was doing. Her dog-girl character moved with purpose, activating special moves in ways that made sense. While Arthur outclassed her, he couldn’t dominate her the way he did when he caught Fabi. Briana even knew how to recover from falling off the floating island. Arthur and Melody were on a different level from the rest of them, but the skill disparity between them was just as apparent as between Fabi and Briana. Melody didn’t seem to care if their character was falling, and it didn’t seem to matter as they could make their character dance in mid-air. They switched fluidly between their two characters, bashing anyone who came close with a sword of fire or a sword of light. Arthur made valiant attempts but was repeatedly hurled off the island for his troubles. Using the one special move she’d reliably pulled off; Ava made her character raise her sword and shine with a brilliant light. “Everyone, we have to gang up on Melody! It’s our only hope!” “Yeah! Everyone dogpile on my sib!” Briana cackled wildly. For the next few minutes, things were almost even. Or so they appeared until the characters stopped returning after Melody knocked them off the island. Good-natured laughter erupted from the group as Melody’s characters stood triumphant on the victory screen. “Okay, new teams, everyone vs Melody.” Ava declared. Time flew by, especially after Briana successfully shamed Melody into choosing a less powerful character. Even playing as a Venus fly trap, Melody remained dominant, but there were enough silly game modes and ridiculous random items to keep things from feeling unfair. By dinnertime, everyone’s interest in the game was waning. Grandma – Briana’s Grandma – arrived to collect soda cans and check diapers. To Ava’s surprise, she checked Melody, too. Briana’s sibling was in a pullup and had kept themselves dry. That made Melody the potty champion as well as the Bonk Siblings champion. All the other Littles were wet. With so many Littles to change, caregivers came out of the wings to help. Briana’s mom and dad took Briana and Fabi upstairs to change while Rosa kicked everyone out of Melody’s room so she could change Arthur. Grandma Michelle helped Ava to the drawing room changing table and had her out of her diaper in a flash. With the whole household involved in changing the Littles, Ava didn’t realize an entirely new person was changing her until Grandma Michelle was taping her into a clean diaper. Being changed felt as natural as toddling behind Michelle to the dining room. The table was set up just for the kids, with the adults having dinner in the kitchen. Heaping bowls of spaghetti, red sauce, and white sauce greeted Ava with a savory smell that made her belly rumble. The garlic bread was a welcome addition, but Ava felt Little enough to eye the salad bowl suspiciously. As she’d suspected, Grandma Michelle insisted on everyone having some salad before they were allowed to tuck into the pasta. Briana was surprisingly docile about the intrusion of vegetables into what would have otherwise been a perfect Little meal. When Fabi complained about her salad, Ava discovered why her girlfriend was going with the flow. “Fabiola Felix, you eat your salad, or there will be no dessert for you – and no snacks later.” Grandma Michelle’s mommy tone was so powerful that the rest of the Littles caught a stray sense of guilt. It was heads down and quiet eating until everyone’s salad plate was clean. Without skipping a beat, Grandma Michelle was back to being jolly, loading up Littles plates with noodles, smothering those noodles with sauce, and planting a generous chunk of garlic bread on top. Savory carbs warmed Ava to the very tips of her fingers and toes. “This is really good, Grandma Michelle,” Ava said, remembering to swallow her mouthful of pasta before she did so. “Did you make the sauce?” “Vonnie – Veronica, I mean – made the red sauce, Jane made the white. All I did was the garlic bread – I had my hands full with you Muppets.” Michelle beamed. “I’ll pass my compliments on to the chefs.” Neither the Littles’ faces nor their shirts survived the pasta sauce unscathed. Grandma Michelle was on hand with washcloths and spare shirts – Ava was proud to be the least fussy of the Littles during her scrub-down. Her excellent behavior at dinner was rewarded with being let out of dishwashing duty. In reality, Ava’s legs had gotten too unsteady to let her carry anything or stand at a sink. Grandma Michelle had praised Ava as she escorted the Little girl to the blanket fort, which was enough for Ava to reclassify it as a good girl benefit. She had plenty of time to situate herself comfortably among the pillows and stuffies before Briana burst into the fort. No sooner had the red-haired girl arrived than she was straddling Ava’s lap. The scent of baby powder and the plump diaper between Briana’s legs clashed enticingly with her dramatic makeup and clothes. “Hi, Looney Tunes.” Ava settled her hands on Briana’s waist. “I love that you have a nickname for me already. Now I hafta think of one for you.” “Yeah? Any ideas?” “Not about nicknames.” Briana dipped her head downward. Ava shivered, closing her eyes as their lips met. Warmth prickled across Ava’s skin, especially under her diaper. Their lips parted – Briana’s playful tongue had Ava gripping her girlfriend’s waist. Briana broke the kiss with devastating suddenness and slipped off Ava’s lap. While she was trying to process the kiss – and its sudden ending – Fabi crawled through the fort’s door. “What were you two doing in here, smooching?” She scooted out of the way to allow Arthur to squeeze in. “What’s wrong with that?” Arthur asked. “If I had my mommy in here, I’d smooch her.” “That’s gross, you’re gross.” Fabi giggled. “So you don’t smooch your daddy?” Ava smirked at Fabi. “Maybe I should ask him about that when he picks you up tomorrow.” “Don’t you dare!” Fabi blushed profusely, eliciting a big giggle from Briana. “Is that Briana I hear giggling?” An unfamiliar woman’s voice from outside the fort startled Ava. “Auntie Kiara!” Briana trampled Arthur and Fabi in a mad dash out of the fort. The three Littles left behind shared a helpless look and a laugh. “Everyone here loves her so much,” Fabi said wistfully. “She’s a lot of fun.” Arthur nodded. “I’m glad she crashed in on me and my mommy playing last year.” “Is that how you two met?” Ava asked Arthur, who nodded in return. She turned to Fabi and asked, “How did you meet Briana?” “We have the same babysitter, Monserrat.” “Oh, I know her. Well, she babysat me once anyway.” Ava felt a smile bubble up in her from the memory. “I really like her.” Fabi nodded. “I’ve been trying to be nicer to her ever since she got mad at me when I was a brat.” “Isn’t being a brat your whole thing?” Arthur asked. “Yeah, but I was being mean about it.” Fabi rubbed the back of her neck. “What’s that? We’re being mean to Briana? I’m in.” Melody crawled into the fort and winked at the other Littles. “We’re talking about Monserrat,” Ava said. “You better not be mean to my girlfriend.” “Briana and Ava were smooching in here,” Fabi said. “You’re always a little out of pocket, aren’t you, Fabi?” Melody grabbed Fabi and rubbed their knuckles into the Little girl’s head until she shrieked and squirmed out of Melody’s grasp. “How come you’re acting like you’re in charge?” Arthur reached out and casually tipped Melody over. “Hey! Because you Littles are in diapers, and I’m in a pullup.” Melody stuck out their tongue. “Somebody has to be the big kid.” “You’re saying you’re a Middle? Does that mean you admit that you’re – Mid?” Ava asked, giggling at Fabi and Arthur’s surprised laughs. “Kitty has claws!” Melody grinned. “Good one. Fine, you have my permission to date my sister.” “Where is your sister? Did she get lost in the living room after hugging you?” Ava asked. “Aunt Kiara yeeted her into a discussion about politics stuff. She’ll be back.” Melody shrugged. Fabi was looking neglected and out of sorts. Surprising herself, Ava had a, What Would Briana Do, moment and pulled the Little girl in for a snuggle. Her reward was immediate, in the form of a warm hug and a happy noise from Fabi. “Are you going to help Briana with her new plan?” Arthur likewise pulled Melody in for a hug. They sputtered and squirmed in his grasp, but he paid no mind to their protests or supposed big-kid status. “You mean her whole Little Liberation thing?” Melody settled in against Arthur while humming a few bars of the Soviet anthem. “I can’t say I’m a huge fan, but I’ll obviously help Bri with anything she’s doing.” “Are you worried about being outed as ABDL if Briana goes public?” Naming the issue made Ava’s stomach flop. “Eh, it’s not like I have friends IRL,” Melody said. “You’re right that she’ll probably upset more Littles than she expects. Mostly, I worry about her getting hurt. She has a bad track record with getting excited and going all Deus Vult.” “She’s kinda unstoppable when she gets going, though,” Arthur said. “That’s what I’m worried about.” Ava was caught off guard by a supportive hug from Fabi and squeezed the other Little in return. It’s going to be Leah outing me at school all over again. “No more sad stuff; we’re at a sleepover!” Fabi booted Arnold the Pangolin at Melody. “Fine, you kids want to hear a ghost story?” Melody asked, grinning at the chorus of nods they got in reply. “Sib! You were going to tell ghost stories without me?” Briana crawled into the fort, kneeling indignantly with her hands on her hips. “Apparently not, ‘cause you made it back in time.” Melody ducked out of Arthur’s grasp and grabbed a flashlight. “All you babies, go join a snuggle pile.” ~~~*~~~ Melody’s ghost stories were lame. Ava was not a scaredy baby – but one of the other Littles would inevitably flinch and jump-scare her. The group had devolved into nervous giggles when Veronica entered the fort and began fishing Littles out for their nighttime diapers. Middle or not, Melody was not spared; they were sent out of the fort into Rosa’s waiting arms with as little ceremony as Briana, Fabi, or Arthur were sent packing. In a more stubborn mood, Ava would have complained about getting special treatment and being changed in the fort itself. As Little as she was feeling that evening, it was nice to be babied by Veronica. She was good at it, too, making the diaper change fun and comforting. When the Littles reassembled, they were all in ridiculously poofy diapers that no onesie could contain. It was booster pads all around – though Melody was an exception again. Briana claimed that going from a pullup to a diaper was way more embarrassing than getting a booster added to a diaper. Ava, Arthur, and Fabi agreed, piling on Melody for a good round of teasing. Ava was delighted to see the fairy lights strung atop the sheets that made up the fort’s ceiling as the lights went down outside the fort. Having them shine through the fabric was even more magical than seeing them up close would have been. Bashfully, Ava suggested zipping her sleeping back together with Briana’s. Nobody said anything about it – though the look in Melody’s eyes promised some quality teasing later. Fabi was the first asleep, crashing out mere minutes after her head hit her pillow. Fabi’s snores and a wall of Roundtable stuffies were great covers for sneaking in some smooches on her girlfriend. Cocooned in sleeping bags, Ava and Briana explored each other’s lips and the soft skin under their pajama tops. The combined bags overheated in no time, leaving them pink-cheeked and squirmy. Ava was ready for a lot more and excited to discover that Briana was just as eager. Unfortunately, there was too much of an audience, even if Melody and Arthur had fallen asleep as fast as Fabi. As she drifted off in frustrated delight, Ava slipped into some of the sexiest and snuggliest dreams she’d ever had – all the while cuddling her girlfriend close.  

So in this society men are practically pets?