Mommies and Daddies

I wear cloth pre folds and high back 7ml plastic pants 24/7

Cute story 

Great to get this next chapter slightly sooner than normal cadence and story building very nicely.  So good.  I too can't wait for next chapter(s).  Thanks!  

IN BETWEEN. by Alec Leamus. Daisy stood shifting in the corner for a second time. Her small bare feet felt glued to the cold tile floor. A small icy draft breezed upward, and Daisy sniffled. She stared into the minute textured patterns and tried to forget her glowing red bottom. She had been spanked. Spanked by her own niece Rachel! Daisy involuntarily twitched again as the heat from her bottom dissipated. Only one day ago Daisy was happy as she imagined all the playful scenarios she and Rachel would enjoy. It was Daisy’s desire to make Rachel’s visit as memorable as possible. So, she decided to use a shrink ray to match Rachel’s eight-year-old size. A quick online search of female growth charts informed and dictated her new four-foot stature. At five-foot six inches Daisy foolishly reasoned eighteen inches was a small price to pay for compatibility. Unfortunately, Daisy failed to account for her loss of mass as well as height. Not only was she shorter but smaller too. Molecular inversion manipulation system, “MIMS” more commonly known as shrink rays were not secret, but government restrictions made them inaccessible to the public. So, Daisy urged her husband Ted to contact their very close friend in the biotech industry, Dr. Gavin Manning. Years ago, Daisy and her husband Ted had sponsored their friend’s fledgling research. This small investment in Dr. Manning lead to advances scientifically and financially for all concerned. At dinner, the subject of his success surfaced again. And craftily; in the way women serving dessert do; Daisy inserted this nugget into the flow of the conversation. Gavin and his wife let loose with unfettered laughter at Daisy’s transparent attempt. Frustrated but steadfast Daisy pleaded her case. And by the time Gavin had finished his crème Brule he confessed he was coincidentally beta testing a new MIMS prototype. Daisy clapped her hands in glee as Dr. Manning reluctantly agreed the readings would be valuable to his research. Through the thick sleep of the silent suburban neighborhood Dr. Manning delivered the device. Gavin did not move until the garage door rolled completely shut. Then he emerged from his truck and whipped away the heavy stained tarp. It took Ted and Gavin nearly half an hour to maneuver the machine out of the garage through the kitchen doorway and into the house. The machine was awkward and the new notches in the drywall were ample proof of its mood. Another hour passed as Gavin assembled the control panel and connected the power source and various cables and colored wires. The MIMS was a patchwork of unpolished metal panels. It wasn’t shiny or pretty like other models Daisy had seen in magazines. As Daisy and Ted studied it, they agreed it resembled an old television camera from the previous century minus the long protruding nozzle. Gavin reminded them again this was a prototype with advance features. Then the three discussed secrecy, safety, exposure, and the series of tests that Daisy agreed to conduct for Dr. Manning. It was almost 3am when they signed the waiver and Gavin departed. As soon as the door closed Daisy enthusiastically bounced to the machine, but Ted stopped her. He reminded her that she had nothing to wear after her transformation. Daisy explained she had raided the attic and found some of her old clothes. But Ted continued in his rationales and Daisy drifted. She was too busy imagining how big Ted would feel inside of her. The thought of riding Ted in her diminished state sent a previously unknown wave of pleasure through her entire body. Daisy inhaled sharply. The pulsing pain from her recently heated posterior snapped her back into the present. She studied the corner again and attempted to calm her emotions. The pain and humiliation of her younger niece’s assault flashed through her mind. Rachel’s curvaceous figure seated on the edge of the bed. Her small form lifted. The carpet swinging into view and inches away. A strong arm around her midsection. A swift flicker of motion and a gush of air. The hem of her childish blue dress draped into her eye line. Another blur of motion followed immediately by a rapid assault on her pink flesh. The rhythmic slapping sounds echo. The heat increases. She bucks and writhes desperate to escape. The grip tightens as the sound quickens. Rachel’s admonishments are slowly replaced by laughter. Crying. Red. It was unbelievable! Rachel had spanked her! She had punished her as if she were some naughty child! Her head reeled! She felt dizzy. Mere hours ago, Daisy had been a full-grown adult in adult clothes. Now she was child size in a childish dress with her nose in the corner. Her dress was pulled up and tucked into itself and her bright red freshly spanked bottom was on display. In Daisy’s mind the picture proclaimed “Here is a naughty little girl who received the punishment she deserved.” No stranger entering into the room would question the scene. Apart from the spanking the most difficult image to reconcile was the manner in which Rachel had carried her. Daisy kicked and yelled as Rachel had hip slung her like a child. Rachel then flipped her over and onto her lap like a child. Rachel was five foot ten but, in her heels, she towered over the four-foot Daisy. The difference pushed on Daisy and made her feel exactly like a child and that feeling wounded and diminished her even further. Rachel had not been eight for ten years. A mere mistake in translation and in detail. The issue was twofold as the email had been dictated and typed too quickly. It is interesting to note that the omission of the single keystroke “1” stood as the true culprit of Daisy’s current predicament. Rachel’s side of the family had never been close nor motivated to stay in touch. They were of a different breed and branch of the family. The wilder side as they were often described. Satisfied that Daisy was emotionally and firmly in the corner Rachel clicked across the tile floor. Morning light peaked through the blinds and cast large, angled shadows through the yellow kitchen. Rachel opened the refrigerator and studied its contents. In her first year of college Rachel’s new experiences had opened vistas in taste and appetite. Most of Rachel’s explorations were sexual in nature. This type of revelation in newly released teenagers was normal but in Rachel it manifested differently. Away from the regimen of home a hungry beast had awoken. Rachel glanced over at the small form huddled in the corner. The beacon of red framed amid the tones of blue and beige produced a suppressed giggle. Rachel relished having Daisy over her knee and spanking her. The sensation washed over her like a warm summer wind. She felt strong and almost orgasmic as Daisy twisted against her. But there was a deeper indefinable feeling which drove her. This wasn’t her first time, but previous scenarios had been cut short by overzealous lovers. But now she stood isolated and protected by time and location. One need only imagine a cat toying with a mouse in a locked room with no regard for hunger or time. As Rachel explored the kitchen for a more satisfying beverage than water a glint of silver danced across her face. In the nearby room a metallic red key dangled from the control panel of the machine. The key twisted again moved by some unseen draft and caught the sunlight once more. Intrigued Rachel drew closer to the machine. It was larger than other models she had seen on the news. Rachel knew that Daisy had used a shrink ray, but this model seemed unfinished. Directly above the dangling red operation key a small plaque read “Selatmaerd Laboratories” Printed underneath it a long mix of numbers and letters ran along the length of the panel. It was followed by one readable word “Prototype” Curious Rachel inserted the red key. The small display screen illuminated, and a wicked smile crept over Rachel’s face. "Daisy?” Rachel called. Irritated by the silence Rachel crossed back to Daisy. “Is this the shrink ray you used?" The sound of Rachel's heels on the tile floor caused Daisy to quiver but Rachel's voice made her jump. "Yes," Daisy answered meekly. "Is it a new model?” "Uh, I don’t know," Daisy said softly. "Hmmm. Go stand on the platform. I want to see something," Rachel ordered. Daisy hesitated. "Go!" Rachel barked. The unspoken threat of a third spanking propelled Daisy to the platform. Her dress fell back into a proper position covering her backside. She cringed at the thought of being even smaller but hypnotically obeyed. Daisy stepped on the platform and froze. Rachel also stood frozen and stared at Daisy. In truth, however, Rachel was looking past Daisy. Rachel was lost in thought, but the hint of her previous wicked smile was still slightly visible. Something tickled at Rachel’s memory. A random science segment about the MIMS and the future of space colonization. For a moment, the room remained motionless. Then without adjusting her gaze Rachel slowly reached for the small manual attached to the machine. She brought it to her eyes and read. In juxtaposition to the quiet atmosphere Rachel dropped the manual. It swung carelessly back and forth at the end of its short silver chain. Rachel sprang into action and quickly adjusted the dials and typed onto the keypad. "Don't move," Rachel commanded. Daisy stiffened in fear. She had bowed to Rachel’s control in hope to appease her. But Daisy knew teenagers, even older ones, and predicted Rachel would soon grow bored and abandon her dominant charade. Daisy also had no desire to rile Rachel with her disobedience. She knew Ted would be home in a few hours to rescue her. All she had to do was avoid another conflict. Further, she knew at her urging Ted might even punish Rachel. Daisy smiled at the thought of a shrunken Rachel kicking and crying over Ted’s knee. But Daisy’s smile slowly faded as she became more uncomfortable. Daisy tried to remain still but was challenged as her clothes began to tighten all over her body. In seconds Daisy was suffocating and, in a tantrum, she tore off her childish dress. Quiet invaded the room again as an embarrassed and nude Daisy rose to face a grinning Rachel. On the floor a miniature version of her frilly dress looked up mockingly at Daisy. "Wonderful! Just as I thought!" exclaimed Rachel with excitement. "It can scan, identify and target specific items! A prototype." Rachel eyes oozed over Daisy’s nude form. In defense Daisy shifted her feet and lowered her eyes to the floor. "You know, at your size you're about as tall as an eight-year-old. But out of your little dress you certainly don't look like one.” "I used a shrink ray because I thought you were eight not eighteen!" Daisy explained. Her voice vibrated with emotion. "If you really wanted to be my playmate you would've taken the extra time to do it right. But I bet you still wanted to have the upper hand as an adult," Rachel sneered. "Your breasts are far too large for an eight-year-old," Rachel stated flatly. She tapped the keypad. A green laser grid projected across Daisy's bare breasts. Daisy heard a sharp beep and watched the green field shift to red. Again, the machine came to life but the light beam from the nozzle appeared smaller and more concentrated. The impact of the beam caused Daisy to inhale sharply. Her eyes shot to the red field that enveloped her chest. She stared down at her bare breasts. Mesmerized she watched as they melted to a B cup to an A cup and then to nothing. The beam powered down and Daisy’s hands sprang to her chest. She rubbed the flat area and exploded "What did you do?!" "Now, now. Temper, temper. You’re still small enough to go right back over my knee naughty girl," Rachel scolded. The indefinable sensation bubbled inside her again. "Hmmm, girl. That suits you so much better. No more bothersome boobies to worry about. Much more of an appropriate appearance for someone of your stature." Rachel’s words stabbed at Daisy. Rachel’s eyes wandered over Daisy’s nude body hungrily. Rachel’s lingering look made Daisy uneasy and involuntarily her right foot stepped off of the platform. "Oh no. You'll stay right where you are if you know what's good for you. I'm not done with you yet," Rachel's voice cowered Daisy back into her proper place. "My thought is this,” Rachel expounded. She placed her hands on her hips. “If you are going to be a little girl then you really should look the part." Rachel’s finger slid across the keypad, stopped, and pushed down once. "Let's get rid of that." An itchy tingling sensation attacked Daisy's crotch. Daisy stared in horror as her pubic hair receded and disappeared into her body. The result was almost instantaneous. It was more extreme than any shaving or waxing she had ever done. It was as if she had never had any hair there at all. Daisy's entire pubic area was now completely smooth and hairless. But Daisy's shrinking pubic hair had another effect on her. It had made her ridiculously horny. She ached to explore and find relief but abstained under Rachel’s watchful eyes. It was agonizing and Daisy’s wetness was overwhelming. Finally, Rachel released her gaze and turned her attention to the controls. Daisy's hand quickly darted south. "Now that's a problem," Rachel toned. Startled Daisy paused mid reach. "Now I can see everything down there. Those lips and that wetness," Rachel mockingly clucked her tongue. "That's a big girl pussy. Let's see what we can do about that." "Rachel Noooo!" Daisy screamed but it was too late. Rachel had already activated the red laser grid pinpointing the shape, dimension, and contours of Daisy's vagina. A second wave hit Daisy squarely in her groin. It was hard to see, and Daisy was afraid to move. She feared physical damage from the ray. But down below she could feel the tingling and tightening. The ray pulsed only briefly but it was long enough. Wide eyed Daisy watched hypnotically as her mound grew smaller and closer to her body until it flattened. She could feel her two lips being pulled back inside her. When the process finished there was only a small slit on her flat bare skin. "That was amazing! Rachel laughed. “You know there are women that pay a lot of money for that surgery. I just did it in a few seconds for free.” Daisy was furious. Rachel had stolen her breasts and now she had the vagina of an eight-year-old girl. Daisy seethed. She wanted to attack Rachel but knew any physical retaliation would only end in disaster. Slowly she breathed in and attempted to reason with Rachel. "Okay Rachel, you've had your fun. You've played with the machine, and it works brilliantly. Why don't we go..." Rachel cut her off. "I'm not done yet. I'm an artist," Rachel giggled. "Now. Turn around." "What?" Daisy asked confused. "I said, turn around." "What for?" Daisy stammered. "As much as I enjoyed spanking your delicious ass. It just doesn't fit anymore.” “Turn around!" Rachel boomed. Frightened by Rachel's dark vocal shift Daisy spun around. Immediately the green laser grid locked onto the curves of her buttocks then turned red. Notably the shrink ray did not emit any heat but against Daisy's warm backside the sensation was similar to a firm swat on her bottom. When it hit, she almost lost her balance. The beam subsided and Daisy strained her gaze over her shoulder. The view was hopeless, but Rachel assured her womanly curves were gone. "Oh my gosh! Look at that cute little butt!" Rachel piped. Daisy fumed. She contemplated rushing the machine and smashing it but remembered Gavin. Her mind spiraled though the numerous consequences if she completed her objective. The government did not react kindly to billion- dollar property damage especially scientifically classified prototypes. Daisy moved again but Rachel's stare intimidated her to stillness. Daisy was defeated. She stood naked and humiliated. "One last step," Rachel announced. "Close your eyes." Reluctantly Daisy closed her eyes. "Oh, and don't move. It might be dangerous," Rachel smirked. Daisy locked her body into position. A tiny red grid played across her nose and chin. Slowly Daisy's sharp nose receded and reformed to a slightly upturned small button size. While her chin became less prominent and more rounded. The overall effect on Daisy's face was remarkable. These two slight changes altered her appearance dramatically. "Oh my god!" Rachel smiled broadly. "You look completely different." Rachel was beside herself with glee. "May I get dressed now?" Daisy pleaded. "No, no, no..." Rachel’s sweet parental tone ground against Daisy. "One more then you may get dressed." The shrink ray pulsed. This time it was only for a split second. "Okay, now..." Daisy coughed and cleared her throat. "Now, can I... What the hell?!" Rachel was overcome and burst out laughing. Daisy glared at her. "I sound like a chipmunk!" Daisy screeched. "I shrank your neck so of course your larynx got smaller too,” Rachel said. “It's barely noticeable, physically, I mean." Daisy was seething! Her eyes penetrated through Rachel’s suppressed laugh. She stared for a moment then in a fit she snatched up her tiny dress. This action was accompanied by a high pitch scream which reverberated throughout the entire house. Rachel smiled and watched the tiny tantrum driven bottom wiggle down the hallway and into the bathroom. The sound of the lock released another boisterous laugh from Rachel. Rachel strode to the refrigerator and found a beer. She mused on her previous fortuitous studies in human anatomy. Her meddling rearrangement of Daisy’s body had been accurate and satisfying. But Rachel yearned to storm down the hallway and tear open the bathroom door and drag Daisy out. She imagined how delightfully light she would feel as she struggled. A moment later Rachel stamped the counter with the empty bottle of Heineken. It had taken the edge off but not solved the problem. Rachel’s libido had reached a crescendo and the sight of Daisy’s small body sent a rush of sexual power through her. She needed relief. Another quiet sob from behind the bathroom door intruded again. “Daisy?” Rachel called. There was no part of Rachel which felt guilty for her deed. But the crying compelled her to speak further. “Calm down. It’ll be okay. I used the temp settings.” Rachel hung for half a second then sighed and crossed to the front door. “I’m going out. I’ll be back later,” Rachel shouted. She removed Daisy’s car keys from the brass hook and disappeared. Oblivious to Rachel’s assurances Daisy’s stood alone in the bathroom crying. She had deliberately positioned herself away from the dreaded mirror but eventually the force became too much. Several minutes later, after the front door closed, she decided to turn. Her only wish was to play with Rachel. Daisy’s own childhood had been mostly happy but there were lonely times of isolation. She did not want any of that for Rachel. During the summer Daisy wanted to eliminate any disconnections with Rachel and be her friend. The small blue dress provided little warmth from the cool air in the white tiled bathroom. Daisy had deliberately kept her eyes down when she had entered. And even now she was still fixated on her childish dress. She watched as her tears landed on the fabric and expanded into dark blue circles Daisy knew she needed to get dressed but she couldn’t without inspecting Rachel’s damage. Slowly Daisy raised her eyes pivoted and lowered the dress. In the mirror an eight-year-old woman stared back at her open mouthed. It was unbelievable! Her breasts were completely gone, and her pussy was almost unnoticeable. Dreamily her hands gravitated to her flat chest and slowly glided down her smooth body and caressed her hairless privates. Unconsciously she guided her palms around to her tiny bottom. “It’s not possible. I look brand new.” But the most startling alteration of all was Daisy’s face. She leaned forward and peered deeply into her reflection. The reduction of her nose to a button size made her face and cheeks appear rounder. The overall transformation was she appeared much younger. Rachel had effectively rolled Daisy’s clock backwards. Of course, it didn’t help her hair was still tied in two pigtails. Daisy sneered and pulled out the rubber bands with a frustrated grumble. Her blonde hair fell to its natural shoulder length. She found a washcloth and cleaned her tear-stained face. The cool water soothed, and Daisy felt her resolve return. With her mind cleared she decided on a plan. She would get dressed and call Ted. Perhaps Gavin, Dr. Manning would know of a way to reverse her situation. Daisy looked down at her blue dress. It was too small now. She doubted she could even step into it let alone pull it up over her body. She had loved her little blue dress and chose it specifically for sentimental reasons. It was the prettiest. And it reminded her of a wonderful time in her life. It had been her favorite when she first wore it. But now it was her enemy. It represented her folly. She chided herself for ever cajoling Gavin to loan her the shrinking machine. Gavin had lectured the entire night about the risks and possible health issues. Of course, Daisy had no idea the machine had these extraordinary capabilities. She had been too eager. And further, she never ever would have thought in a million years Rachel would wreak such torture on her. Daisy found herself spiraling again and stomped her foot in an effort to command her thoughts. “No! Find clothes. Get dressed. Call Ted,” she repeated. Finding clothes to fit would be difficult. Daisy had been in such a hurry she had only retrieved one dress. She had plans to return to the attic with Rachel and play dress up with her old things. But now the attic seemed very far away. She couldn’t reach the handle for the pull downstairs. And she doubted she could manage the large metal ladder at her current size. Daisy tossed the blue dress onto the salmon-colored tile and strained for the towel rack. She stretched her body upwards and balanced on the tips of her toes. It was frustrating. A moment later she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in the white terry cloth expanse. Months earlier Daisy had shifted some of her wardrobe designated for donation into the spare bedroom. But true to her nature she had not relinquished her hold on her former styles. She wanted one last look. This was fortunate as the collection provided a wide nostalgic choice. Daisy was mortified by her metamorphosis and worked to shed her previous pubescent image. Spiritedly she sought out her more conservative business attire. Her search was not easy as most of her suits were too large. For her outer wear Daisy donned a simple gray skirt and cream silk blouse. Underneath her wounded ego was massaged by a black padded bra and matching panties. She dismissed any heels or any kind of hose due to her size. She had no plans to add a twisted ankle to the list of afternoon injuries. So, she simply slipped on a pair of dark socks. She added some simple makeup and highlighted her eyes and lips. Finally, she pulled her blond hair back into a large tortoiseshell clip. Daisy admired her work in the mahogany trimmed mirror. On the inside she felt much better. She looked sophisticated and her confidence was resurfacing. The empty brass hook confirmed that Rachel had taken her car and on the nearby shelf she discovered her cell phone, dead and unplugged. No land line meant she would have to email Ted and hope for the best. Discouraged but still determined she strode into Ted’s office and swiveled into his brown leather chair. The massive pile of papers strewn about the desk stared back at her. “Gavin’s number must be here somewhere,” she sighed. “I’ll email Ted and make him come home.” Daisy’s thoughts trailed off into various tactics and scenarios in which she coerced Ted into action. Daisy wasn’t manipulative by nature but where Ted was concerned, she frequently felt it necessary to guide him to do the right thing. Ted often disagreed. A jangle of keys jolted Daisy from her musings. “Hello?” a female voice echoed. Daisy froze. It was Miss Bingham, Ted’s paralegal. Panic raced through her veins. “Hello? Mrs. Sayer? It’s me Charlotte.” Charlotte paused in the sunshine filled living room. She felt uncomfortable entering the house unannounced. Ted had given her his keys. She had protested but he had insisted. He needed the Cranston files. They had not been scanned and he had absentmindedly taken them home. She had tried to call Daisy to alert her arrival but there had been no answer. She liked Mrs. Sayer. Their encounters at the office and the company’s social events had been cordial enough. However, there did always seemed to be a lingering feeling of suspicion. Charlotte liked Ted. In fact, she liked him a lot but knew he was married and that was the end of it.

Andrea is cute in her diaper