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By Neversaynever · Posted
I think we all have some fear and shame tbh. Which is why it's so good to have a place where it's ok to share openly. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
She still isn't really listening But at least she's shown some willingness to play along. Gabby is a very stubborn brat, but she might be taking baby steps, perhaps? 95. My Girls I sighed, frustrated with the volume of work in front of me. Days had passed since our substitute Christmas, and the joyful memories were no longer filling my mind. The day had mostly gone well, aside from Ffrances not quite managing to get back to her normal self. But we’d spent the evening with them both playing at little kids, and I’d realised that she was still enjoying it. Sure, she’d been mad, but it didn’t seem to have a lasting effect. For a while I had been able to imagine that I actually had two littles; and hadn’t complained about changing a diaper when Tess made her wet again. In fact, when I made Tess my helper and had her hand me wipes, powder, and baby oil like a surgeon’s assistant, I think that was the biggest smile I’d ever seen from her in littlespace. Ffrances had been right in a way: looking after her little sister had been just what she needed to make her enthusiastic about being little. And I knew that if I could make her have those feelings more often without sacrificing Ffrances, she would soon forget about being a big girl. I felt the usual smile from that thought, and then my eyes focused on the screen in front of my face. Working late, I didn’t have time to think about my kid. When I’d taken charge on the Claughton contract, I had underestimated just how much of a big deal it would turn into. Now I was coordinating a major project meeting, which would mean Upper Ashfields was filled with movie people as well as their finance teams. It was tougher than organising most conferences, because some of those people needed me to fix their travel arrangements as well, and I had to make sure that when celebrity directors and even an actor/writer were in town, they weren’t going to be mobbed by adoring fans. I hated that I couldn’t get my work done by the end of the day anymore, and had to stay into the evening. It was the second day in a row I hadn’t been home until late. I’d had to text Ffrances and ask her to fix dinner for Tess when she finished work. This week was supposed to be all about the two of us, and I’d wound up missing her so much while I worked late. I’d even been thinking about proposing; it had been on my mind for so long. I’d started forming a plan, but I couldn’t go through with it until I knew when I would be home. When I would find the perfect moment. The two of us living together; and our little in the nursery. It would be a perfect life, but I couldn’t take the first step until my job stopped being so intense. I couldn’t even ask her to move in while things were like this. I filled out a couple more forms, but it was hard to focus. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tess and Ffrances. Hoping they were okay without me. I took a deep breath, and brought up a different window. I told myself that I wasn’t breaking any rules, and that we were allowed to do whatever we wanted at work so long as we got our work done. Besides, there could be nothing wrong with checking on my baby. I was sure a couple of others in the office would look at an internet-connected baby monitor when they were missing their little ones. My laptop was still in the lounge at home. Leaning against the wall as it charged, just partly open so you might not notice that the camera could see a diagonal sliver across the room. Ffrances was sitting there, flipping channels with the TV remote. But she switched it off when Tess came in, carrying two bowls and a bundle of cutlery. They must have decided to watch a movie while they ate, and I wondered what their food was. “I listened to your recording again,” Tess said with a blush. I allowed myself a little smile then. This was proof that I’d done well; that Tess was now prepared to reinforce her hypnosis without me having to force her. It wouldn’t be long before I could take her as far as I wanted into babyhood. “Me too. So, still curious?” Tess nodded, and I could see the blush all the way from my office. I quickly put my headphones on, not wanting to miss a word but nervous about what people in the office would hear if I turned my volume up any more. “I’m always curious,” Tess said, after a lot of contemplation. “It still doesn’t feel real, how deeply you can control me. I want to see what it can do, see how it feels. Without Gabby telling me I have to be her baby. Just… a chance to explore it on my own, so I can get a better understanding of what it is and how it feels. Just… you know. Just exploring the hypnosis for its own sake.” “Not trying to be the kind of baby that Gabby wants, right?” “Yeah. I think if it’s just you here, there’ll be less pressure. Maybe I can understand it more.” “I understand. And you can be in a better place to decide if you want to share this with anybody else. If there’s anybody you trust with that, I’m sure some people would understand.” “You mean Spike, right?” Tess said, and I was startled. Could she actually be considering telling that little punk about her little side? I was sure he’d run a mile, and then he wouldn’t be my problem anymore. But if she was considering it, did that mean she thought he was into that? Was he one of the perverts who get off on being called ‘Daddy’ to get a little kid to trust them? I needed to make a new plan then; if he might be interested in being her Daddy, I needed to put him off before she could say it. “I’ve not seen him since I got back,” Tess was saying when I returned my attention to the screen. “I keep putting it off, not quite sure if I’m still too little. And I think this stuff is too weird for him.” “I lent him a book,” Ffrances answered. “Different ways people deal with stress. Regression was in there, as well as a bunch of similar topics. And a not very scientific look at bondage and hypnokink. Different kinds of surrendering control, saying that some people find it helps them to deal with their issues.” “Why would he want to…” “I thought he seemed an open minded guy. And I think that on certain sections, he was more curious than confused. So if you want to tell him what you’ve been doing, and which parts you enjoy, I’m pretty confident that he’ll be supportive. Maybe even want to be here with you, if you want. Don’t let your embarrassment keep you from sharing.” “Yeah,” she said with a smile. “I don’t think I want to talk about it with anyone. Not yet, but maybe someday. I can’t wait to see him again, though.” “Well then. I got an email, there’s been a registered delivery letter for him, care of my office. So if I pick that up tomorrow, you could hand deliver it to him Saturday. Does that work for you?” Tess hugged her, and I could see there was joy painted all over her face. “Anyway, before dinner goes cold. Would you like to be little now, and see how using a baby potty feels without Gabby trying to manipulate you?” I grumbled at the screen when I heard that, but I couldn’t blame her. She didn’t really understand how much this meant to me, or how much Tess needed to be a full time baby. But Ffrances was helping me; she was encouraging Tess to accept her littleness. She must have felt guilty about the way she talked to me last time, and was trying to make up for it without making it a big deal. Well, I could deal with that. I just needed to not say anything about it, and perhaps I could enjoy the show. A minute later, I was distracted as Carter came into my office to confirm her timesheet. She wanted some time off in the middle of the conference, and I hadn’t even scheduled who was working those days. So I told her I would make a note of it, and watched her walk away. Sometimes, I thought that girl really needed somebody to put her in line; I imagined that trying to tame her would be even harder than Tess. She already spent and absurd amount of time in the office not actually working, and now she was thinking about her next vacation already? I didn’t think she would last much longer if she kept on like that. When I turned back to the video feed from my house, I could see that Tess and Ffrances had letters in their hands. Pieces of paper folded over, like they were passing notes in school. I tried to figure out what was going on, and it was only then that I noticed both were in pink dungarees. Tess looked so cute that it had taken me a couple of minutes to realise she was properly dressed for her little age now, and giggling like a child. It warmed my heart to see her like that. “Okay, same for both of us, right?” Ffrances said, and Tess nodded. “Yes. We’re getting younger. We’re six years old. We’re going to decide how young we are.” She paused, and Ffrances repeated the same words. The triggers that would leave them both in littlespace for a while. Six, so probably old enough to look after each other until I got back, but I knew I would have to keep an eye on them. “We’re so young that we get excited about using the potty, like it’s still a new thing for us.” Tess said. “So we get really proud if we can do it.” And then Ffrances joined in as they chorused: “We are that little.” “And I’m going to read the instructions that you wrote, while you read the instructions I wrote. And I’ll be so little that I do what the words say without thinking, and once I finished reading them I’ll just forget what it says, because I’m not grown-up enough to think about it.” They both said variations of the same line this time, and then came together for the “We are that little” at the end. It was like some weird kind of church sermon, and I chuckled a little at the mental image. Then the two of them exchanged their pieces of paper, and carefully read them. I didn’t know what those things said, but I was sure it was going to be something fun. If Ffrances could get Tess to have an accident, she would learn to deal with it easier. I didn’t just have my eyes glued to the screen; I was doing some of my work as well. I looked up occasionally to see the little girls watching some old sitcom. And it was easy to think of them like little girls, because they were lisping and giggling a lot. Both of them tried to steal some of each other’s dinner, which seemed a little silly to me as the bowls seemed to contain identical servings of nachos. But they were having fun in any case, with no concerns about spilling food, or taking anything too seriously. I wondered if I had ever been that carefree. If so, it must have been a long time ago. Back before the first time I’d met Tess, in fact. Before Keiran, and everything that had happened to derail my happy, innocent childhood. But I didn’t want to be thinking about that now; I needed to keep an eye on my babies, and see that they were safe. Perhaps an hour passed, and the most interesting thing I saw was Ffrances complimenting Tess on the food. I felt guilty then; Ffrances was supposed to be cooking so that Tess wouldn’t be under any pressure to take care of herself like an adult. I’d promised that when she moved in, but it seemed I couldn’t fulfil my end of the bargain. Still, they were both happy, and that was the important thing. Seeing them both so calm, it was really hard to remember that Ffrances wasn’t really a little. And one part of my mind started to wonder if she actually had a little side all along, hidden behind the overriding power of the Service Domme role. I’d heard that some people were able to do both, but never really believed it until now. Had our Christmas fun made her curious enough to bring her inner child out? I decided that the next time we could play, I would treat Ffrances like a child so long as she seemed to be enjoying it. Two littles instead of one; as it seemed to help Tess fit into her role. I would have to keep an eye on them, and make sure that Ffrances didn’t lose sight of who she really was. But over the last few days she’d acted the same as ever, so I might be able to believe that this regression thing and her normal mind were properly partitioned. I just needed to make sure that the littleness didn’t spill over and affect her at other times, like we were trying to do for Tess. By the time an hour and a half had passed, I did notice that Tess had started to squirm. Was she going to pee? I had no idea. I didn’t even know if she was wearing protection; it was hard to see under that thick outfit. But I had to hope that Ffrances would have thought of that. She was the mature one, the one who always knew what she was doing. And I was sure she could make the right choices. -
My meo medium tunnel is solid and 60mm at bulb . I'm getting looser. Large too big. -
I’ve read up to Chapter 11. I really like the plot of the story. It has an exciting premise that could make for a great story. But I stopped reading after Chapter 11 because it simply became too boring. The text seems to have been generated by AI: There are an excessive number of descriptions of how the characters feel. The same points are repeated many times. The paragraphs all have the same rhythm. The characters all speak the same way. There is no conflict. Everything is explained rather than shown. So, all in all: The story is good and has potential, but it’s simply too boring to read. -
All the positions in a poopie diaper are good and unique: 1. standing while I relax and initially feel potty fill my diaper and settle against my perineum is relaxing, cathartic, and breathtaking, often causing me to tremble/shiver for a second, 2. walking and acting natural as if nothing unusual has happened while I feel potty jiggle inside my diaper is delightful, 3. sitting down and feel the warm mess in my diaper flatten out and get squishy and sticky is another episode of trembling with innocent pleasure, which by the way, I am enjoying right now with a large MONDAY MORNING MESS in my Kiddo Premium Night Diaper. 🤗
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