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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Evelyn smiled and hug Tony back, she always appreciated her brother as he always looked out for her and was there for her especially when her boyfriend left and she was left as technically a pregnant teen, he was there to her when Evelyn was forced to give up her daughter because of their parents pressuring her and he was there when Evelyn wanted to track down her daughter and when she found out Valeria was still in the orphanage and about her condition Tony was there to give her encouragement on adopting getting her daughter back. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
90. My Volunteer Tess had wet herself again, so I changed her quickly. She seemed to be embarrassed and didn’t appreciate any teasing about how little she was now, so I didn’t push it. My main objective here was to get her comfortable with being a baby, and make her admit to herself how much she wanted it. I waited while they opened the last of the presents; I didn’t think there was much else in there to hold the little ones’ attention, but I knew they were going to get excited about every little thing they unwrapped. When they looked back on today, it would seem like a constant parade of fun and games, and I was sure they would have loved every minute. This was going to convince Tess more than anything, I thought, and I hoped that after this she would find it much harder to argue with me about how much she enjoyed feeling childish. It wasn’t long before they had them all opened, and I was already thinking about what to treat Tess to next. We’d thought about this a lot; all the different parts of Christmas that children loved so much. And the next big one was the Christmas specials on TV, things that were designed with a huge, overblown morality story about the real meaning of Christmas, or the importance of friendship, or something like that. In an era where everything was available whenever, those shows weren’t limited to Christmas day anymore, but I thought that Tess would just be old enough to remember watching something seasonal on scheduled broadcast TV when she was younger, complete with commercials. So I’d recorded a cartoon about reindeers on Christmas day, complete with the continuity announcer wishing everyone season’s greetings. I didn’t know if she would be old enough to even notice the effort I was putting into making today perfect, but I knew that it made it seem more real to me. And even if she didn’t see it, on some subconscious level it would remind her of the days when she’d really been so young and carefree. Every little detail could matter. “Would you like to watch the Great Reindeer Dive?” I asked. Ffrances cheered, of course she did, even if I wasn’t sure that she remembered our plan now. And Tess seemed optimistically curious. So I told them it was a special cartoon for Christmas, and if we missed it we wouldn’t be able to watch it again until next year. I pressed play on the PVR remote, but I didn’t turn the TV on yet. That particular device wasn’t quite so modern, so it didn’t know if we were actually watching. In a minute or two I would turn the TV power on, and we would catch the very end of the previous show, adding to the impression that this wasn’t something we had complete control over. Anything to make it feel special. I suggested that they would be little enough to be excited by it, as well. They wouldn’t be able to guess the plot in advance, and they would be amazed whenever something happened in the story. They were so small that every little twist would feel like it came out of nowhere, and they would be so proud of themselves for understanding the moral of the story. Tess smiled, nodded, and agreed that they would both feel that. I felt a little bad for Ffrances, and hoped that she wasn’t distressed by having her intelligence damped down like that. But this was something that I needed to do for Tess’s sake, and right now I couldn’t help Tess to feel those things without Ffrances experiencing it too. It would have been so much easier if I were in control, and I knew I would have to insist on that next time. And this time, I could be sure that Ffrances wouldn’t stop me. This was the kind of situation nobody would allow herself to be put through more than once. I was just about to turn the TV on when Tess interrupted. She had something she wanted to say, and she looked so very serious when she said it. I didn’t want her to feel serious, and I immediately knew this was something I would need to be concerned about. But I didn’t have anything I could do to help her calm down right now; she would have to consent to any triggers, and I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be willing to do that. If there was any of her adulthood coming back, I had no way to stop it unless I could make her have an accident, and even if it worked I was pretty sure something like that would make her realise I’d triggered her. This was why I needed to be properly in control. Still, after today I could only hope that my girlfriend would stop deferring to the little’s every whim and do what was best for her instead. “You like me being a baby,” Tess said, and I really didn’t know what to make of it. “You want me to be littler.” And while that was true, she seemed to have missed the fact that all this was for her benefit. I just wanted her to be happy; she was such a natural little, and she would be much happier once she admitted it. Was there something wrong with me enjoying it too? I tried to explain, to remind her of how much she was enjoying herself, but she didn’t really seem to be accusing me of anything, so I wasn’t so sure where this was going. And then she said it: “I wanna use the potty. Like a big girl. Can you tell me not to have an accident until I go potty?” I was confused for a moment and murmured platitudes while I tried to make sense of what she was asking. And then I realised that she must have triggered herself to lose bladder control. She’d decided that it would be better to have accidents like a baby, without me needing to trigger her each time. But now I’d told her to be excited about using the potty, and allowing herself to feel like a complete baby was getting in the way of that. I could understand that; she might have different little ages to change between until she found the one that fitted her naturally, and she was still learning exactly how her headspaces fitted together. But what could I do, if she’d already made herself too little to hold it? This was another downside of her holding back control and not giving it to me. “Say the magic words, please?” she asked, and I really wanted to. But for all my speculation, I had no idea if that would actually work when it wasn’t bedtime. I said as much to her, and she giggled. “No, it does. I asked Ffrances to change it.” Even in a childish accent with a half-lisp, those words startled me. She was right, of course. A torrent of memories came surging back, and suddenly it all made sense. I had already tested the triggers in the daytime, to see if they would still work. To see if the vagueness in the actual trigger was enough to let an overnight accident trigger be used during the day. I’d gotten results; never anything concise, but enough to let me think that it was actually helping. I remembered that now; and realised that for the last couple of weeks I had suddenly gone back to acting like I had no idea at all, even when I’d been sure it had worked. When I listened to my secret recordings of Ffrances doing a hypno session with Tess, I had realised that she changed the wording. I had needed to watch it several times before I saw the difference, because I’d already been pretty sure that daytime triggers would work. But this time, Ffrances had said outright that we could tell Tess to have an accident, or not to have an accident, at any specific time night or day. She’d taken the unintended flexibility of the trigger and made it a deliberate change in how it worked. When I realised that, I must have known immediately why Tess had asked for the change. She’d wet herself during the day; which meant that some of my past experiments had worked. Maybe telling her once that she would have an accident on the way to school, or that she would lose control if that creep tried to kiss her. I certainly hoped it wasn’t the latter. But in any case, she had wet herself and then decided that she needed help from a trigger to keep her dry. She’d asked Ffrances to organise that, and of course she’d obliged. That should have made me so happy; it made everything so much easier for me. But I guess that Tess must have been shy about her daytime accidents. It was easy to imagine that she would have asked Ffrances to keep it a secret from me. And so when Ffrances had found me eavesdropping, she’d used my own hypnotic triggers. Specifically the anti-spoiler suggestion she was so proud of. She’d told me that I wouldn’t realise that Tess’s triggers worked during the day, and that I wouldn’t be able to see or remember any evidence pointing towards that fact until Tess chose to tell me about it. Even though she’d been pretty vague in her explanation, it didn’t matter. Tess had told me that the trigger not to wet would work during the day, and that had unlocked everything my subconscious mind already knew about that situation. I knew it all now, and I wouldn’t have to forget any longer. I could make Tess wet any time, any place; until she was so used to being a baby girl that she didn’t know how to think adult thoughts. But right now, while she had asked, could it be better to give her what she wanted, and let her avoid accidents for a while? She had said she just wanted to use the potty, and that was pretty childish. If she begged me for permission, and wanted it so much, then it was bound to have an influence on her. And if I gave her what she wanted, she would be grateful for the trigger. That could only make it easier for her to accept my suggestions in future. I would have to now how important using the potty was for her; if she would be really upset if I denied her help this time. It already made me feel like a heel, when she had told me just what I wanted to know. But I had to understand better whether this was her insistence on being a big girl talking, or just the craving that I’d given her to use her new training potty. “If you want me to do more baby stuff…” she mumbled, and I was suddenly paying attention again. “Like laugh at cartoons? Or forget colours? But please, pretty please, I really wanna go potty.” I couldn’t hide my happiness then. It was perfect. She would do anything to use that potty, because that was the trigger she had agreed to before finding out what it was. And it even tied into her irrational desire to be an adult sometimes. Being a big girl was important to her, so I could use that. She would do whatever I asked if I just let her use the potty once. On top of confirming how her trigger had changed, it seemed like everything I could have dreamed of was coming true today. I asked her if I was sure. I told her that using the magic words before she was ready could be weird. If I stopped her wetting her diaper by telling her she could hold it, she might find that the childishness transferred to something else instead. She could even mess her diaper, because she was too focused only on not wetting as she headed towards her goal. And I could tell that worried her a little. But she wanted to use the potty. She really did, more than she had wanted anything. And if becoming a little stinker later in the day was the only way I’d help her, she was willing to go there. I told her that she’d be so excited about being able to hold it once that she would lose control again afterwards. After she used the potty, every time she had an accident she would poop in her diapers as well. And she agreed to that, and triggered herself. I couldn’t believe it, she was actually willing to be a full baby for me after so long protesting. All she asked was that I tell her not to have an accident before using her potty. She repeated the trigger words “I am that little,” and I knew that she was helpless now. For the rest of the day her accidents would be messy if she needed to go at all. And I considered whether to give her a reprieve. But I knew that having her trust me was important. So I told her that she wouldn’t have an accident until she had managed to use the potty. She thanked me effusively, so delighted at being granted something so childish. Her enjoyment, as much as the events she had agreed to, convinced me that she was my baby now. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Those magic words really seem to mess with her head 😛 94. First Try Tess sat on the potty and squirmed. It felt a little weird, but she was sure that she was going to use it like a big girl. And she knew that she knew how to use it, she just couldn’t remember right now. This was like a game, and all she needed to do was remember it. But she wasn’t doing too well. She sat there, and tried to work out what she was doing. She was sure that she was going to use the new potty, but the more she tried the harder it was to remember how. “You just need to make tinkles,” Gabby advised, and Tess nodded. That was obvious, of course she knew that. She was a big girl. She just hadn’t remembered it for a minute. So she sat there and tried to pee. She tried it leaning forward, and then leaning back. She tried thinking about peeing, and imagining how it felt. She tried everything she could think of, but nothing happened. Was she doing it wrong? “I can’t do it,” she eventually conceded. “No fair. It doesn’t work.” Gabby was more sympathetic than she’d ever been before, reassuring Tess and telling her that she might be able to do it next time. She said that maybe the little girl wasn’t ready to pee yet, because it wasn’t long since she’d wet her diaper. That was super embarrassing, and it wasn’t the easiest thing to admit. But Gabby also thought that she might be having trouble because they’d made her too little. That sounded like a better idea, because then it wasn’t her fault. So she asked more, and Gabby did her best to explain. She said that sometimes, it might take a while to learn how to do it herself. Some kids might not learn to do it all by themselves, and would get into a habit of doing it at the right time. Like when she heard the sounds the potty made when she pressed the buttons. It was easier to make a habit than learn how to do it yourself. And that sounded sensible. And useful too, Tess realised. If she could make herself have that habit, she would be able to just press the button and her pee would come out. It would be so much easier. “Yeah, I’m that little!” she said with a smirk. And then she reached for the buttons, pressing at them with her fingers. She knew now that if she could find the right one she wouldn’t need anymore help. “Behold the royal throne!” A speaker chirped, and Tess found herself laughing. She’d seen Bibi Babi Miko a few times, and she knew some of the characters, but she couldn’t remember the name of that one. She knew who it was, though, and she could visualise the cartoon in her head but she had never learned his name. “Take your seat, Princess. The court is ready.” “All hail her highness.” “You got this, M’lady.” “Such a clever girl.” “You can do it, Princess!” When Tess heard the voice of Montoya Anguine cheering her on, she knew she could do it. Those were the magic words; that was what she had just agreed to. She felt a little twitch in her tummy, and she knew that she would pee now. Maybe she wasn’t old enough to do it all by herself yet, but she could learn to do it by magic when she heard the right words. And she knew she was doing it right now, but still nothing came out. That could only mean that there wasn’t any pee in her, and she needed to wait and try again. She relayed this information to Gabby, who seemed disappointed. Maybe she’d been just as excited to see the little girl use her potty as Tess had been. But she didn’t get upset, she just told Tess that she was still a big girl almost, and she could do it after. Tess nodded and smiled, sure that she would be able to do it now she had the magic buttons on the potty to help her. She didn’t complain while Gabby put her in a diaper again, because she was too busy thinking about what she would be able to do later. She was too excited to pay attention then. They all went back to the lounge. Even though the big present was open now, they still had a pile of lots of little ones. There were sweeties that Tess couldn’t help eating whenever the grown up’s back was turned, and little dolls. There was a wooden crocodile, with a head that moved just a little so it could snap its jaws. Tess lifted it up towards Ffrances and made it talk. She tried to tell some jokes, but she couldn’t remember any good ones. So she decided that crocodiles don’t know good jokes. She could just say something that sounded like a joke instead. “Knock knock!” “Who’s there?” Gabby answered, after Ffrances didn’t seem to understand. “George!” the little crocodile said. “George who?” “Snap snap!” Tess waved the crocodile’s head as fast as she could, like it was eating. And that seemed so funny that she fell down laughing at her own joke. She didn’t even get to see how much Ffrances liked it, but she knew that it was really funny. It wasn’t what you expected, and that always made people laugh. There was a yoyo in the toys as well, and Tess spent a lot of time trying to work out how she could use it. If she could so that all by herself then she would be a big girl, as well. She wasn’t getting bored, and she just wanted to keep on trying. But when Ffrances stopped giggling at her antics and babbling in baby talk, Tess put the yoyo down for a minute and tried to work out what was different. “Looks like your sister’s too little to need a potty,” Gabby said, and then Tess understood. Ffrances was just a bit quiet because she was making tinkles in her diaper. Tess didn’t need to do that anymore, she really was a big girl. But it was a reminder that she should try using the potty again. It must have been a long time now, because they had opened more presents than she could count. And she really wanted to try using the potty again as soon as she was ready. “I gotta pee!” she said, so excited to find that she knew she needed to go. “I can go the potty like a big girl, and show you–” But even as she spoke, Tess remembered what she had said before. That Ffrances couldn’t hold it at all, and would have an accident as soon as she needed to go. That she would need a grown-up to change her diaper. And that they were both that little. She did her best to remind herself that she had a potty now, and that she was a big girl. But she was still little, and once she remembered she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold it. She did her best, trying to remember how to make those muscles stop. She tried to stop, but as soon as she tried that she was giving a little push and her diaper was all warm. The armies of the blush rebellion marched across her face again, and Tess knew she wouldn’t be able to use the potty if she tried now. She’d been so sure she could do it, and then she had suddenly wet herself without any control. She was a little baby just like her sister. “I umm…” she mumbled, and then remembered that she wanted to be big and brave. Admitting it would probably be better, so then Gabby could help her. Gabby was a grown up, she could make anything better, “I might need a diaper change too,” Tess mumbled, quietly because she was nervous. She didn’t want Gabby to know she had an accident, but she knew she wouldn’t be dry until Gabby was ready to change her. So she had to be nice and let her cousin take care of her, at least until she managed to use the potty and be a big girl all by herself. “Aww, sweetie,” Gabby said. “Did you have an accident? And I didn’t even say the magic words. You really like being a baby, don’t you?” Tess nodded. She wanted to prove that she was big enough to care for herself, but she had to let Gabby do some of the stuff for now. Gabby changed Ffrances’s diaper, and then Tess’s. She teased Tess a lot, but she almost didn’t talk to Ffrances, and Tess thought that didn’t really seem fair. So for the next bit of playing time, she made sure to pay a lot of attention to her little sister, always telling Ffrances how cute she was, and how much they loved her. Once they’d played with all of the toys some more, and Tess had tried to teach Ffrances how to use a yoyo even if she didn’t understand it herself, Gabby suggested that they could watch cartoons for a little bit. There was a special Christmas one on, she said, all about reindeers and angels. And Tess found it was easy to get excited about that. “You’ll get so excited about that,” Gabby said. “You’ll be so interested when the show comes on, and it’ll seem like the most entertaining thing ever. You’ll be surprised by all the twists because you’re so little, and it’ll leave you in a giggly mood the rest of the day.” “You like me being a baby!” Tess giggled. “You want me to be littler.” She was so glad that Gabby had said it, because it gave her an excuse to say what she really wanted. “Of course I do. And you do too, don’t you? You know you’re going to like it, so you should let yourself be that little. You don’t win anything by being bored and a little tiny bit grown up.” “Okay! But…” Tess took a deep breath. She knew it was a big thing to ask, and she hoped she wasn’t doing something super silly. “I wanna use the potty like a big girl. Can you tell me not to have a acca… accident until I can go potty? Say the magic words please?” “Just tell you not to pee? I think that only works for accidents in bed, baby. In the day you’ll need to --.” “No, it does. I axed Ffrances to change it. So it works in the day now, if you tell me to not to have an accident, I can use the potty like a big girl. Please? I can do more stuff, if you want me to do more baby stuff like laugh at cartoons or forget colours. But please, pretty please, I really wanna go potty.” “If I tell you not to have an accident until you used the potty,” Gabby said slowly, as if she was a little kid too and she had to munch the words in little bits to understand them. “You have to agree with what I said about being excited by the TV, and I can tell you to do a different little girl thing after? Is that what you’re saying?” “Okay,” Tess mumbled, wondering what Gabby would ask her to do. But she knew she would say okay. Whatever it was, if she could go potty and prove she was a big girl then she knew it would be worth it. -
I always had a feeling that Joomi saw him more as a companion, a boyfriend, as opposed to a baby. The inner conflict was evident at first, she definitely wanted a baby but as time marched forward we all saw her give him more and more freedom. I'm really glad I can finally say I had my suspicions but unlike my earlier prediction of Joomi being apart of the mafia I had to keep this one to myself. Excellent job, Cipher! -
Although I am discreet, that besides my wife, some people know or suspect that I have a wet diaper on under my clothes. No comments have ever been made. Sometimes I notice people looking at my diaper area but that could just be my sensitivity to a wet diaper that is bulkier than normal. In reality, who cares?
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