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By Kitty Angel · Posted
4. Parallel Lives I stared at Carter for a moment, knowing I’d said something wrong but not sure how to make it right. I needed to reassure her that I wasn’t judging her for whatever choices she made, and that her diet and her weight were none of my concern. “When I was young,” she said, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity, “we had a pretty tight budget. Eating out was a treat for very special occasions. Or when I had a really bad day, and he knew I needed the support. So… maybe it’s weird. But if I’m feeling down, one of these kids meals reminds me of how it felt to have my brother looking out for me, even if he couldn’t really afford it. With the toy in the bottom of the bucket, and a wordsearch on the side… It’s like all the serious stuff doesn’t matter anymore. Right?” “I…” I stammered, and found that I really didn’t know what to say. I’d jumped to conclusions, and I’d been completely off the mark. Not a single part of my assumptions had been correct. I’d thought she was eating a kids meal because of the calories it contained, and I’d never even imagined that something so simple could have an emotional component too. I had to learn that even if she looked like she was still a high school cheerleader, one of the mean girls who got whatever she wanted, I couldn’t judge her solely in light of that stereotype. I had to think of her as a real person. A potential friend. “I’m sorry,” I said “I shouldn’t have said anything. And… I’ve just never thought before about why they serve those here, when all the customers are accountants, media types, and lawyers. Isn’t that weird?” “No,” she said, shaking her head for emphasis. “There’s at least four people I know of on your team who have young children. Sometimes their partners come here to join them for lunch, and they bring the kids along. That’s one of the benefits of having a restaurant that adjoins the building rather than an actual employees’ canteen. Good for morale if you can see your family in the middle of the work day.” “Yeah…” I mumbled. “I guess I never thought of that either. I haven’t got so many friends. Don’t know anything about the team outside of work, and I hate that I don’t know how to ask this stuff. When we’ve been working together so long, it feels like it would be weird to start asking personal questions, so I never find out about this stuff.” I stopped then, and took a deep breath. I really hadn’t intended for all those emotions to come tumbling out of my mouth. But where I might have expected the stunning young woman to judge me, or to laugh, she just nodded. “I had lots of friends in high school,” she said, but her body language told me that she didn’t really believe that. “I was popular, you see. Everything I said, people would hang on my words. I could make or break someone’s reputation, and nobody would dare disagree with me. But I didn’t know anything about my so-called friends. I didn’t know what was going on in their lives, or what they were interested in. They just gathered around me because I was popular, and because they were scared of me. So I never learned anything. And you… You’re almost like a boss here, but not quite. So is it like people listen to you, but it’s all one way? Is it the same kind of thing, for a talented manager and a diva?” “I guess,” I mumbled, still trying to line the two different images up in my mind. But somehow, I could see what she meant, even when there was a part of me that still couldn’t respect her because her popularity had depended solely on her looks and her figure. But then… was that any different from the way my natural talents had lined me up for this position? I could tell myself that I was a success, but that didn’t mean I was any better than the people who did the actual work. “We’re kind of… We don’t need to know people because we’ve got talents, right? But without people, it’s just not the same.” “That’s what I needed to learn,” she said. “And I think I would never have understood if somebody hadn’t taken the time to teach me. I’m so grateful for that now, so I’m going to do the best I can. Holding down a real job, and trying to do my part. Not just depending on looks and… you know. I want to make friends, but I don’t know where to start. All the time I’ve been here, I tried so hard, but if I go to talk to someone they just assume I’m like… They don’t want to treat me as an actual person. They don’t want to work with me, and they don;t want to be friends. I hate that people see me as nothing more than my body. And they just see you as the boss, I guess.” “Something like that,” I said, but I was aware as I said it that my problem was purely of my own making. I’d treated the people around me purely in terms of their function to the company, turning down attempts at friendship that I hadn’t even seen. It wasn’t like I was trapped in this role by the way I looked; just my own failure to reach out. “But we can still start over, right? We can talk to people, and make real friends. Like… Well, you’re talking to me now. So that’s a good place to start. Can I call you a friend now?” “Of course! And I can call you Gordon, and nobody will understand why. It’ll be our little joke.” “Actually…” I said, and then realised that we’d had a whole second conversation without asking the most important question I had missed. And then I saw the nervousness in her eyes, so I had to clarify before I continued: “No, you can call me that if you want. But… I never asked what I should call you. I know your surname from the staff roster, but I don’t know which name is right to use. I mean, should I call you…” “Trust me,” she said, and this time she was giving a huge smile. “Names mean more than you think. You can call me Carter if you want, or you can call me Belle. But you can’t call me by my other name yet. There’s only a few people I would ever trust with that, and you’re not one of them.” “Okay?” I said, not really understanding what she was telling me. But at least she had given me her name, and I felt that meant that we were close enough to use it. But I couldn’t stop wondering what she meant by that last comment, even before she added: “Yet.” “Anyway!” she said, as I tried to make some sense out of those words. “I should be back in the office, in case anybody has some work for me. I’ll catch you later, okay?” “I’ll be coming up too,” I said. “And if you really mean it about… I mean, I think a lot of people assumed that you must have other duties, because one of the senior execs put you here and didn’t say why. Everybody thought you were sleeping with the boss and exempt from actual work, but now I think that’s probably not the truth.” “It isn’t,” she said, and thankfully didn’t say anything about my unexpected tendency to say what was on my mind without considering what it could cost me. “I’ll do work, but nobody trusts me with it.” “Then come with me. Because we’ve got a ton of EMCR reports piling up, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t put together a script to automate classifying them. If you’re willing to get your nose to the grindstone, I’m sure I can find something for you to do.” This was the moment she would walk away. She would just stop talking to me, and then I would find there was a reprimand in my file from someone higher up. I wouldn’t have a friend again, because I’d asked her to do tedious and probably pointless work. But none of those things happened. As I walked out of the restaurant and back to the third floor, I found that Belle Carter was just a couple of steps behind me. She’d taken our trays over to the trashcan, and then caught up with me. A part of me could barely believe it; but the girl who looked so good just walking around the office was actually willing to do work as well; and I really wished I could have discovered that sooner. But more importantly she was becoming my friend; caring about my feelings enough to tell me what I was doing right. And if I kept on talking to her, I felt kind of certain that she would start to tell me when I was wrong as well. Our lives had been so different, but I could see that we’d experienced a lot of the same feelings. And maybe the problems we had were the same as well, just seen from a different angle. I took the staircase up to the office, skipping the lift, and found myself smiling a little when the girl followed. She wasn’t really as aloof as the office gossip had made her out to be; and she was willing to work. Had she really spent hours walking around the building with no tasks more involved than fetching coffee just because nobody wanted to give her a task? I’d have to see how good she was at the job, but I could at least give her a try. As we walked into my office, the blinds opened and my computer started up. Everything was automatic here. There were actually three desks in the room; rather than giving any person an assigned office, people could arrange themselves however worked best for the jobs they were on. A few times, I’d wondered if I should ask team members to move into my office for the afternoon, if we were working on things that needed a lot of communication. But somehow, given my image as the aloof manager, it always seemed like that would make people uncomfortable. But Carter? I didn’t think she had a desk full of personal trinkets, so working here was probably as good as anywhere. Still, I thought as I pulled out my chair, it would be polite to ask. She was supposed to be my friend, after all. “Have you got a desk, cubicle, or office?” “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Hot-desking works well enough for me, I usually find a space close to whoever’s given me a task. If anyone will.” “Well then,” I said. “Let’s get you started. Do you know how to read the EMCR forms?” She shook her head, and then I pulled one of the printed forms off my desk and launched into what was practically a lesson. Pointing out the different parts of the form, the common mistakes people made in completing them, and the criteria we used to determine which pile each form should go into. She smiled and nodded, not asking any questions; and I could only hope that she understood. Once we’d been through everything, I handed her a pile of forms from my desk, and the different stamps that I would need. I grabbed the filing trays from the third desk in the room as well, so she had five separate out trays. Only one or two forms each day were submitted in paper form; most people used the online system now. But I’d been putting off sorting them for nearly a month now, which I thought would be a good enough sample to see that she understood the task. “Let’s see how you do with these,” I said. “Once I’ve checked those, I’ll give you access to the online system so you can start on the real backlog.” She nodded, and sat down to work. “Oh, Gordon?” she said, after slipping the top two forms into the right trays. “Hmm?” “Thank you.” -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
As you wish! 103. My Good Morning I opened my eyes and heard Ffrances’s car rushing off down the street. I’d woken up just too late to talk to Tess before her meeting with the school administrators. I cursed my lack of awareness again; I should have found the time to say something about this to Ffrances before she took control of my responses. I hadn’t been able to say anything but small talk when Tess had finished her homework the night before, although I’d learned a little more of why Ffrances was so excited to read the comic book informally known as ‘gold ring’. She told Tess that she’d been to Isaac’s shop and asked again, but still had no news about whether he would have copies to distribute, but that she shouldn’t think too hard about it. I smiled a little there. The old guy had been sure he would have a small number of copies when I asked; but had agreed to a little white lie so that I could be sure of giving my girlfriend a gift before she bought it herself. It was a deal that was already going to cost me a lot, but I knew that it would be worth it. And with that on my mind I got up and rushed through my morning routine. Bathroom, straightening my hair, sexy underwear and a butterfly vibrator, a rushed breakfast, brushed my teeth, selected a semi-formal outfit for work today, double checked my makeup, and dashed out to the car. I was unbuckling my seat belt when the vibrator pulsed into life. A gasp of surprise quickly turned into rapid breathing and a moan of pleasure. I had about fifteen minutes before I needed to be in the office; less if I was planning to delve into matters that weren’t technically part of my job first so that I could give Ffrances a big surprise next month. I didn’t have time for distractions now, but I also didn’t have a choice. I bucked in my seat, my body automatically trying to bring me closer to the sensation that felt so good. I fumbled to grab my phone from my pocket so I could turn off the remote control support, but it was impossible to think of anything but how good it felt. I dropped my phone as my back arched, and I probably yelled loud enough that my coworkers could have heard if they’d been waiting in any of the dozen closest cars. Eventually the pleasure subsided. I was out of breath and panting now, and feeling almost as good as I had with my Mistress’s hands on my body as we tried to exhaust each other ready for sleep last night. I realised that I had drooled a little on the collar of my serious yellow suit; I could only hope that it wouldn’t leave a visible mark. I quickly wiped my chin with a tissue, and looked up at the mirror to fix my lipstick. At the same time, I noticed that I wasn’t parked in my usual area, and there were no other cars around at this time of day. She’d planned this well; as always. “Good morning to you too, babe,” I tapped out a quick XV message once I had my phone in my hands again. “Enjoying yourself already?” the response came back right away. “You should know. I didn’t even realise I was wearing the Miranda until you did that. Was that remote, or automated?” “You know I like to push your buttons myself. And I promise, if you’ve not got anything more important to distract you, you’ll be having a lot more surprises today.” I loved the idea of that, and I wanted so much to be Ffrances’s helpless puppet, feeling the vibe twitch into life and push me over the edge when I was least expecting it. But at the same time, I knew that I had other things in mind today. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Work will be very busy today, and it might be hard to find any time alone, even at lunch time. I’ll try to find time, but there’s a lot of pressure about this conference. Can’t risk causing work problems, you know?” “I understand.” The message was so quick, I wondered how she’d even had time to type it. “Let me know.” “I’m sorry, I lied,” I answered before I’d even thought of the words. Then I stared at what I had just typed, and forced myself to breathe deeply in and out, in and out. Then I could finish the message: “It’s not all work stuff. I’m trying to organise a surprise. Something I think you will like. And I want to get all my ducks in a row.” “I won’t ask any more questions. And I look forward to seeing what it is. Just let me know if any opportunities for more fun crop up in the spaces between your surprise and your job. I’ll let you choose when you think it’s appropriate to message me; no honesty triggers to take the control away from you in these circumstances.” “Thank you Mistress,” I answered, putting a lot more thought into these few words. “I love you.” I looked almost normal as I strode into the building and saw everyone getting started with their own tasks for the day. Almost the whole area was on the Claughton project now; Tags had been last year’s smash hit movie, and suddenly the company that made it happen had an unlimited budget to throw at whatever admin services they needed. Ken was really throwing himself into his work now, following a somewhat embarrassing incident involving the second ex-Mrs Heeling, a glass of prosecco, and a rather public slap. Reznor was proving himself confident, capable, and creative; but he still looked up to me as the more experienced team leader. So right now, although there were three of us in charge of the Claughton contract, I was the de facto boss. Almost everyone in the office was indirectly reporting to me, and I was the rising star who could command respect even from the board. I didn’t know what everyone was working on, but I knew they were busy. It was hard to avoid micromanaging, especially when I walked past and saw something that I recognised as a part of one of my projects on someone’s screen. But I had to trust that everyone would do their part, and the people in the middle of the chain would make sure that all the parts came together smoothly. I was about to head to my office and make some extra calls, when an unexpected image on a screen caught my attention. It looked like someone was shopping online; browsing an incredibly ornate selection of dresses. I was pretty sure that wasn’t directly related to anything we were contracted to do, but I didn’t know all of the other contracts in the office, so there was a chance that it was work related. Not to mention that we had our free time plan, so we were allowed to look at other stuff on the clock so long as all our assigned work was completed to an exceptional standard. It was none of my business if one of my underlings wanted to browse wedding dresses; perhaps she was avoiding the task at home out of an extreme version of the superstition against letting the groom see it before the big day. Once that thought had crossed my mind, I just had to know who was sitting at that workstation. Everybody had moved around again; it wasn’t that uncommon here. I knew that I needed to get to my own desk, because there were people I needed to call and messages to send. It was only sheer chance that I had glanced at a screen which momentarily held something to capture my interest, and I couldn’t let it interrupt my plans for the day. But at the same time, I couldn’t just forget what I had seen. I was already finding it hard to fit in with the social life of the office; I couldn’t be out of the loop when one of my people was getting married. Especially not at present. I took a couple of steps closer, so that a pillar moved out of the way and I could see the back of a head. I could also see the dresses scrolling past on the screen again, after a brief interruption to check mail. And I could see the ‘Emmerson & Collier’ logo at the top of the screen in ornate script; and the five-figure price tag on the dress she was taking a closer look at. “Planning for a special occasion?” I asked, as I came up closer behind her. I knew that was probably a breach of etiquette, but it wasn’t like she’d been at all secretive about her research. She had her back to half the office, and anyone could have walked past. If she had a complaint, I would just say that I’d assumed it was work, and was making a little joke. I didn’t think any of the people working under me would mind that, and they would surely share in the joke. Not to mention that I’d never heard of a woman who wasn’t excited to share her dress-shopping experiences with friends. “I’m sorry, I was walking past and I couldn’t help noticing–” She didn’t interrupt me. She just minimised that window and froze, the SYL database welcome screen filling her monitor. I’d stopped because as she turned her head a little, I finally realised who I was talking to. “Carter?” The last person on earth I would expect to be getting married. Did she even have a social life beyond a hundred group chats every day? But now I’d seen the evidence, so I guessed it had to be true. “Gabby!” she squeaked nervously, with no trace of the dominant persona I often felt she was hiding beneath the surface. “I wasn’t… I mean, I’m just looking for a friend!” -
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I think the queen wanted to turn him into a little sissy. I'm curious to see what else will happen. I feel sorry for the mother—on the one hand, she's healed, but her son is gone. And I don't think the queen is nice enough to reunite the son and mother before the mother dies. I think the mother will be alone and lonely, missing her son even in her broken -
By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 5: Proof Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 3 - Bargaining – LittleFallenPrincess Waking up in a giant bassinet was officially the weirdest thing I had done. And that includes being kidnapped by a giant elf and stupidly signing my life over to her. Especially when the dry nappy you were changed into before your nap was now a lot bulkier between your legs… indicating that it was now used… This was going to take a lot of time to get used to. Like… being treated like a baby is bad enough, but having to use the nappies for their intended purposes? It is… gross. Gross gross gross gross gross! Gross… but kinda good feeling. Hard to explain. Scared to do so, because that may lead to me admitting part of me was actually enjoying them wet… and I’m not breaking that easily. Nope. Not me. I’m going to last as long as I can. I won’t resist, I’m not earning myself a worse situation, but I’m not going to break and just accept everything with a smile. Plus this Belladonna woman seems… nice? I don’t know what it is, but something about her just puts me at ease. She talked to me like an adult… but without threatening me like the Queen did. Maybe Belladonna will help me stay sane here? How long am I even staying here? They said ‘until the Queen gets bored’... but does she get tired of things in a week, like I sometimes do, or does her long life mean she draws her interest out over time? I guess I’ll have to try to worm the information out of Belladonna over time. This is only my first day here, after all. I think. Honestly, I have no idea how much time has passed. It’s not turned dark at all whilst I’ve been awake, and with this whole place being MAGIC… I’m not sure if this place even has a normal day/night cycle. “Have a nice nap, petal?” I looked down, towards the feet-end of the bassinet, to see Belladonna’s face appear as she walked over, looming over me. “Well I fell asleep straight away. I assume that was the enchantment you mentioned on the bassinet?” I replied. “It is.” “Well I didn’t have good dreams.” This seemed to disturb her. “Really? What did you dream of?” “Nothing… this time.” “What about the time before? When you were first out of it, before you woke up here?” “Nightmare. Kinda.” “That… shouldn’t be possible.” “Why?” “Queen’s rules. No one suffers bad dreams unless she says so. At least not in her realm. And you haven’t done anything to piss her off… yet…” How does even that sentence sound so calming in her accent? “Then why did I have one?” “I… will have to ask the Queen on that one.” “Speaking of…” “You want to know more about her?” she said, as if she knew I was going to ask that. “Maybe… and like… this whole ‘court’ thing.” “You’ll learn lots just by being here. I’m not going to spoil the surprise. You’ll be exposed to all the elements of her Court.” “You say you sleep with her, right?” “I’m not one to kiss and tell…” she winked. “So that’s a yes,” I grinned at her, earning a grin back in return. “Her Majesty has lots of lovers. Oberon is always her main love, though they both seek romance and sex outside of their… I guess relationship isn’t the right word. I don’t think any human word adequately describes their… thing. He is our King. And her husband. But not in the same way you humans are married.” “So she sleeps with a lot of people?” “Some fae, some mortals, lots of monstrum… basically anyone whoever she deems ‘beautiful’. And before you ask, yes, she does think you are beautiful… but seeing as you’re her baby… you’re getting no action from her anytime soon. Maybe if she ever gets bored with you as a baby, maybe she’ll make you one of her lovers.” Why did I feel a slight twinge of disappointment from that? Wait… “Umm… will I ever get any…” I asked, awkwardly, wondering if I was doing the wrong thing by asking such a… personal question. “Any what, precious baby?” “...Relief?” Belladonna started giggling. “We’ll see.” “About what?” “If your Mummy lets you. Now… how about we get you changed so I can feed you?” “What’s for… dinner?” “You don’t need to eat in our realm, not like you do in your human world. Eating is for pleasure here… although in your case it's more so you fill those cute widdle nappies of yours…” She wasn’t wrong, they were cute. I just wish they weren’t on me. They looked like proper baby nappies, but sized up to fit a human adult. Or have I been shrunk down to fit them? With everything bigger than me, and their magical ability… I wasn’t sure which one was true. Either way, I wasn’t going to fully appreciate the cuteness of the thick padding between my legs, or the sleeper I was wearing. Not whilst I’m a prisoner here. “So what will my typical day look like? What should I expect from my… time… here?” I emphasised the word time because I could be here five days or five thousand. Or fifty thousand. Or five million. If I don’t age, and she doesn’t get bored of me… I could be stuck like this forever. For eternity. Which terrified me. “Well we don’t have a typical day or night cycle here. It’s all dependent on the Queen’s mood. But I’ve been told to keep to a strict schedule. You’ll be awake for about eight hours, then sleeping for eight. That will repeat. This allows me to get on with my other jobs about the palace, and will allow your body to rest whilst you sleep, then there is plenty of time for me to take care of you, or your Mummy to play with you.” “How often will I see her?” “Again, we’re all here to serve her. Some ‘days’ she’ll be more absent, some you’ll see her a lot more. It all depends on what is going on with the court, what time she has free, and if she wants to play with you or with someone else. That’s why I’m here, to take care of you in the meantime.” Then it dawned on me. “Do you… want this job?” I asked Belladonna, a twinge of sympathy in my voice. “Doesn’t matter what I want. I live for Her Majesty.” That didn’t inspire any good feelings within me… now I just felt bad because clearly she didn’t want to be here any more than I did. And because I’m too empathetic, I’m going to behave more just so she doesn’t get in trouble. That’s if she keeps acting nice to me. If she gets mean… I’ll happily throw her to the wolves. But this is still the first day. Of… many. “So you’ll wake up, I’ll change you, feed you a bottle, get you dressed for the day, then you’ll be allowed to play in here for a few hours. Then I’ll feed you another bottle. Followed by a change. Followed by more playtime. Followed by a bottle and a change and then bedtime. Repeat.” “That same thing every single day?” “Some days I’ll be allowed to take you out of the palace. Maybe into the gardens, or to the nearest village. You’ll still be fed on time, even if we’re out, and you will also be changed… that won’t matter where we are. But the Queen doesn’t want your mind turning to mush by monotonous repetitive days too quickly. If she wants your mind turning to mush, she’ll do it herself, not by the passage of time.” “That sounds like you repeated her, word for word.” I was desperately hoping I was wrong. “You’re a clever little baby, you know that? Yes, she said that to me. And now I’m telling you. So behave.” “I will…” then I decided to push my luck. “Umm…” “Go on. What is it?” Belladonna asked, sounding fed up already. “What about my Mum?” “What about her?” “Look… if I signed away my life to a magical creature to save her… fine. I’ll deal with the consequences if it means she gets to live. But can I please get proof she’s okay?” “You want proof?” she said, raising her eyebrow, before waving her hand, sparkles erupting from her fingertips. Slowly, but surely, a sphere started forming out of nothing. And in that sphere… was an image. “Here. But you won’t like it.” “Why won’t I like it? She’s alive, right?” I turned to watch the sphere, which showed our living room… and my Mum laying on the sofa, crying her eyes out. “Why is she-?” “She just learned her son is missing. Right after being given the all clear from her Doctor.” She looked healthier… like she used to before the cancer. She wasn’t as thin, wasn’t as frail, and her hair was growing back at a decent rate. She definitely looked like she was cured! But now she was dealing with me going missing, which is probably crushing her. Fuck. But no… she’s alive. That’s all that matters… right? I felt a heavy weight in my heart and I wanted so desperately to hug my Mum right now. She was all alone. Healthy and alive… but alone. And that’s when Belladonna waved away the sphere, making it disappear in an instant. “That…” “I’m sorry, love. But that life of yours is over. If you’re extremely lucky, maybe you’ll get to see her again before she dies of old age.” “You heartless bitch…” Fuck. It just came out. I didn’t mean to… I tried apologising, but quickly found a much larger dummy occupying my mouth. “This is a warning, flower. You’re lucky you said that to me, and not the Queen. I am not your enemy, I am just your caretaker. You’re the idiot who signed away his life. Don’t blame me for your errors,” she sighed heavily, before rolling her eyes. “I think you can stay in that wet nappy for a bit longer. We can forgo the bottle too. I think you need some time to process things. Oh and for your information… I’m not a heartless bitch. Ask your ‘Mummy’ what she originally had planned for you, before I talked her out of it…” And with that, Belladonna left me alone, stuck on my back in the bassinet, regretting saying anything as I squirmed uncomfortably in this wet nappy between my legs. It must have been a good hour or so before I heard any other signs of life. I was bored out of my mind and had memorised the ceiling inch by inch at this point. “How’s my darling baby boy?” Oh shit. It’s the Queen. I tried to respond, but the large dummy in my mouth that I had tried to spit out earlier made it impossible to do anything but grunt and mumble. “Soggy, I see. But then I was told you were rather naughty to your Nanny, so I trust her with your punishments. “I had some spare time between appointments, and thought I’d come see how you’re doing, especially seeing as Belladonna has gone into the forest to spend some time alone.” “Mmmmph!” “I trust you are sorry for whatever it was that upset her?” I nodded back in response, even if a large part of me wasn’t. Not all of me… that thing Belladonna said to me kept replaying over and over in my head whilst I was laying there, bored and awake. But it appears like I won’t get my opportunity to ask the Queen that question, as she clearly had no intention of taking my dummy out. “Well lucky for you, Bella is a kind soul. You got off lightly. If you had upset me that much, you wouldn’t even be in a position to regret it. But… you did upset one of my favourite subjects. And I don’t think she has punished you enough. So… how about we end the first day of yours here with something special?” She waved her hand ever-so-slightly over me… and I could feel my stomach start churning. No. No. Please no. Not that. I knew it was coming eventually… but not like this. “Let’s see how you feel after sleeping in a messy nappy…” The pressure was too much for me now, and there was no stopping what was coming next. All the muscles used to do so weren’t working properly… my eyes widening as I felt a force erupt from my backside… filling the nappy… all whilst my ‘Mummy’ laughed. I was mortified. Not only had I done that in a large nappy… as an adult… but in front of someone so beautiful, even if she had been the one to cause it. “At least it doesn’t smell like it does in the human realm. Be thankful for that. And on that note… I must bid you good evening. Have a good sleep, baby boy. I’ll see you in a week or so.” ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want four weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar? 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