2011

119. My Kindred Spirits For the rest of the day it was hard to focus on my work. Not just because of the sleeplessness engendered by coming into the office early so that I could stow a wedding dress somewhere safe without either Ffrances or my coworkers seeing it. Now, the puzzle in my mind was Cain Gordon. He’d answered my attempts at small talk with mostly noncommittal responses, but after the conversation had ended, I’d gone back and realised that several of the comments could have been alluding to the fact that he was Daddy to an adult baby. I told myself that it was a strange conclusion to jump to, and that the odds were astronomical against there being someone else with the same kink working for the same company as me. But as many times as I told myself, I still couldn’t quite believe it. Not least because online chatter was now buzzing about a littles meetup in one of the Ashfields towns. And from the few hints that I’d seen dropped by the people trying to organise the event, it looked like all the systems and protocols I had engineered to ensure discretion around a secret group of Hollywood movie types, all those same systems would now be used for someone in this company who wanted to let adult babies and littles maintain their privacy. Could Cain Gordon be the one behind that? Had he hinted that he recognised me from my online activity, even though I’d never associated it with my real name? And that thought sent me down the road of worrying about my privacy again; about whoever it was who had been spying on me, and whether they had been trying to identify him as well. Or even if someone else in the office knew about me, and had been watching my web traffic in an attempt to be sure before they reached out to me. But when I thought about it in more detail, I was sure that made no sense at all. But I couldn’t stop thinking that someone else in this town was into what I was into. It was like every dream I could ever imagine coming true at once. Even if I didn’t know who, it felt like the happiest day of my life. Coming second to when Tess had confessed her barely-understood desire to be a baby again, perhaps, and it would surely be overshadowed when Ffrances agreed to marry me, but I knew that those were exceptional occurrences by themselves, and I was the luckiest person in the world to have so many incredible things happen to me. The key to the puzzle, I realised, was Vicky. She barely interacted on FetishLibrary, even on the story forum for The Baby Button. But she was TheAuthorsLittleSister’s friend in the real world, and Sister had mentioned meeting up with Vicky’s Daddy in the past. Could Mr Gordon be that Daddy? That was something I wouldn’t normally want to think about, because the whole idea of a man being involved was a big turnoff for me. Men couldn’t have the empathy or compassion to properly look after a little, and I was sure that any man who called himself ‘Daddy’ would be focused only on using a little to live out his own fantasies, not caring whether it was really what she wanted. That was what littles needed to be protected from. No, a man should never be placed in that position of responsibility and trust, because they simply didn’t deserve it. But if he was ‘Daddy’, then there was a good chance that he was bringing Vicky her packed lunch. On the forums, more than half of Vicky’s lifetime posts had been in the last month. She didn’t talk about the stories much; maybe she wasn’t even reading them. But she was taking the lead on organising this convention. That meant that she was involved with some company-recognised social group, so that she could use the protocols I’d set up to facilitate semi-anonymous gatherings. And it also meant she worked in the Fitzgerald Building, which limited the possible candidates to a little less than two hundred full-time and part-time employees. I didn’t know how many people both had the seniority to organise social events and were in the building; or how many of those were girls. But I was sure that was something I could look up. Victoria probably wasn’t her real name. Nobody would show their real identity on that kind of forum. But it wasn’t completely off the table, as she’d been casually mentioned by Sister before she even joined the site. If people already knew her by that name, perhaps she had reasoned that it was easier to keep on using the name they were familiar with. I should check before I started if there was a Victoria in my building, and if she had permission to use the relevant parts of the room and event booking system. But the place I could start looking was with Cain Gordon. Specifically, his personnel records. There was nothing to stop me looking at the public parts, accessible to anyone in the company. It surprised me to find that he’d been in my office a year ago, one of the faceless staffers I’d inherited when I was transferred to Upper Ashfields. There hadn’t been time to get to know everyone, because in only a couple of weeks he had been promoted to a team lead on the other side of the campus. I looked through everything I could find about this guy. He seemed to be genuinely good at his job, well liked, and respected by everyone on his team. It was hard to imagine that he was the kind who would force a girl to call him ‘Daddy’, but once I’d thought about it a little I could see that was the only way his comments this morning would make sense. And once the idea was in my mind, it explained so many other things as well. Ffrances had said that I’d introduced her to another little, and I’d spent so long trying to work out who it might be. But if I forced myself to remember a few more details, I could recall that she hadn’t actually said that. Just that I’d met our local little before Ffrances did. Maybe it was someone I knew as a passing acquaintance, someone I might have passed and chatted with in the corridors, and Ffrances had run into her when visiting me at work for some reason. That would make so much sense, but still didn’t tell me how to find out who it was. Eventually, I stopped my research. I didn’t like dropping it, but alternating between work and the employee profiles each time I waited for a page to load had quickly finished everything that I was supposed to be doing today. I hadn’t booked myself in for a lot of paperwork, because I hadn’t expected to spend the whole day in the office. Running into Cain Gordon at reception had put my other plans on hold, but I knew that I still had important things to do, and I couldn’t let myself get too distracted. Today would be hard, but I was sure that I would be feeling positive again after tonight. I signed off the computer, and logged the rest of the day on my timesheet as miscellaneous meetings with suppliers. I did have a few people I needed to speak to, mostly related to contracts with smaller, local clients. I felt like I had been sidelining them a little since I wound up effectively in control of the Claughton contract, so I needed to at least show my face to let them know I was still working for them. I got into my car, and set the satnav for an address in Greater Ashfields. Not that I needed it, of course, I knew that town like the back of my hand. But I was pretty confident that the company would have some kind of record of where I was going when I was on the clock, and a rumour from a friend of a friend had suggested that having directions to a work-related address would help to convince them that I was going somewhere work related. As I drove away from the office, the only thing on my mind was Tess. She had been slowly becoming more withdrawn over the last couple of weeks. Less enthusiastic about being babied, and I knew that pushing it wouldn’t help me any. I’d remembered to make sure she wet the bed if she’d been too grown-up all day, but that barely seemed to comfort her at all. Something was stressing her so much that she wasn’t able to regress, even knowing that it would make her feel better. Several times she’d chosen to sleep in the spare room, distancing herself from all the effort I’d put into her nursery, and I had to pretend that it didn’t hurt me. But eventually, I’d figured out why she was so upset, and why she felt like she couldn’t talk to me anymore. We had been watching Live From Palmerston! when her phone chimed, indicating a message from someone she’d identified as a priority friend on Clatter. I didn’t use the app myself, but I’d seen her relaxing with her phone often enough to know that was something that would usually demand her attention. This time she’d glanced at the screen and not even read the message. I pretended not to notice, because I’d already seen that she didn’t want to talk to anyone. But when the phone chirped again, I pointed it out to her as if I thought she might not have heard the sound. And her tone was nothing but dismissive, saying that it was only Spike. And in that moment, I understood. That had been a few days ago now, and I’d seen a few more little clues to reinforce my suspicions. The problem was that little punk Spike, and Tess didn’t want to tell me what was bothering her because that would have meant admitting that I was right. He must have said something inappropriate when he came around to visit in my absence, and that was another event that she felt she needed to hide from me. I hadn’t wanted her to spend time with someone like that, but she’d insisted that she knew better; and now that everything had gone wrong, she didn’t know how to come to me for help. Well, I was going to watch out for my baby whether she said it or not. And there was nothing that got me angrier than a boy who would keep on sending her messages after she made it clear that she wasn’t listening. I wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done to make her come to her senses, but if I knew anything about boys at all, he’d probably tried to take liberties on the weekend when she was a baby. Making her have an accident just so he could see her naked, or something like that. Just like all the other perverts who called themselves ‘Daddy’ and tried to get a chance to diaper a girl. If he had any respect at all, he would have stepped back when she got mad; but it was looking more and more like he just kept on bothering her, hoping that the tenth message would get an answer. Well, I’d seen guys act like that before, even in my own childhood, and I knew that if common decency didn’t mean anything to him, he wouldn’t listen to a woman telling him to stop. That was where I could hope to find a kindred spirit, or someone who wanted him to grow up with a sense of right and wrong. It might not be my place to discipline the little thug, but I was sure he would take more notice of a stern word from his father. Those macho types always did, and if I knew anything about human nature, I was sure that Mr Luger wouldn’t be pleased to learn that his son didn’t know the meaning of ‘No’. The house in Raybridge was right on my path to Greater Ashfields, so I pulled up outside. The lights were on, and it looked like someone was home. It would only be a quick visit, and there was no reason for me to feel so nervous. But it was hard to believe that it had taken me so long to think of the one way that brat could be made to listen to reason. After today, Spike wouldn’t bother Tess anymore, and once she could relax more, I was sure that it would be so much easier to get her into littlespace full time. What could possibly go wrong?     Did anyone expect her to think of that? And how do you think this plan will turn out? (and… sorry, it'll probably be a week before I update The Last New Start again, because it's got a few days into the future compared to this one)

Chapter 116 Lena and I sat out on the balcony while the three of them napped peacefully inside. The afternoon air was calm, and for a moment everything felt perfectly in place. Lena glanced at me and said, it looks like everything is going great so far. Neither of the girls seem to mind Betsy being in a diaper, and they haven’t teased her about it at all. I nodded, thinking back. And Betsy doesn’t seem bothered either. She handled herself well the first time she was changed in front of them. Honestly, I don’t think it bothers her one bit. Lena smiled knowingly. Time will tell, she said. Especially tonight when I give them all a bath. We sat on the balcony talking for another thirty minutes before we suddenly heard Lena’s name being called from inside. I turned to her with a grin. I still can’t believe you’re a grandmother; I teased. She laughed, shaking her head, and hurried off toward the nursery. I followed close behind. When we stepped into the room, the sight was almost comical — all three of the girls were sitting patiently in their cribs, waiting to be let out. It didn’t take long, though, for us to realize that one of them wasn’t just waiting. The unmistakable smell gave it away: someone was sitting in a messy diaper. Lena gave me a knowing look, half amused and half resigned. Well, she said with a chuckle, “Looks like we’ve got another job to do before playtime. Lena walked over to Betsy’s crib first and helped her out. She gently turned Betsy around, tugged back the waistband of her plastic pants and diaper, and peeked inside. Nope, not her, Lena said with a small smile. She’s just wet. Betsy’s cheeks flushed bright red. I couldn’t help but think this was the first time in a long while she’d felt embarrassed about having her diaper checked to see if there was poop in her diaper, especially with the others watching. Next, Lena moved to Cindy. She repeated the same routine, quick and efficient, before announcing, just wet. Cindy gave a little shrug, clearly unfazed. Finally, Lena turned to Jodi, who was already grinning mischievously as if she knew what was coming. Lena helped her out of the crib, turned her around, and checked her diaper just as she had with the others. After a glance, Lena looked back at me with a chuckle. Well, I found the culprit. And with as much as she’s got in there, this isn’t going to be a quick change. Jodi giggled, almost proud of herself, while Betsy looked relieved that she wasn’t the one. The whole moment carried a mix of humor and routine, the kind of scene that showed Lena’s calm, grandmotherly patience and the girls’ playful personalities. Once we had all three girls at the changing table, Lena divided up the tasks. You take care of Betsy and Cindy, she said, get their diapers off and find them a nice top. I’ll see how big of a ‘present’ Jodi left in her diaper and get her cleaned up. I nodded and went to the dresser, picking out what I thought were two cute tops for Betsy and Cindy. Walking over to Cindy first, I grinned and said, Alright, this is a stickup — arms up! She burst into laughter and threw her arms in the air, giggling so much that it was almost impossible to slide the top over her head and pull it down properly. Then I turned to Betsy. Before I could even say anything, she already had her arms raised, waiting. I asked lightly, do you want me to put a bra on for you? She shook her head quickly. No, I don’t want one. With that settled, I slipped her top over her head and smoothed it down. Now dressed, both Betsy and Cindy waited patiently while Lena finished cleaning up Jodi. Once Jodi was fresh and ready, it would be her turn to get into clean diapers. With the diaper changes finished, we all headed out for a snack. As I sat there, I noticed it was getting close to the time I needed to leave. I turned to Lena and asked, do you think the two girls could play by themselves for a little while? I’d like to talk with you and Betsy alone. Lena nodded thoughtfully. That should be fine. Just let me get some toys out for them, and they’ll be okay. She moved with her usual calm efficiency, gathering a few favorite toys and setting them up so the girls would be happily occupied. After Lena had set out toys for the two girls, she returned to the balcony and sat down with us. She looked at me curiously and asked, “So, what’s on your mind? I took a breath before answering. I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page. If someone had told me a month ago that you, Lena, would be here feeding Betsy and even changing her messy diapers, I wouldn’t have believed them. We’ve let you into our lives more than I ever thought possible. I paused, then turned to Betsy. But my feelings aren’t what matter here. Betsy, it’s your comfort that matters most. I don’t want anything that happens in the next week to put our friendship with Lena at risk and I really don’t want to risk what you and I have. You need to know that you can say no at any time. I and Lena will respect that. Betsy, what I’m trying to say is that no matter what happens, you are the most important person in my life. Do you understand that? Betsy nodded softly. Yes. Good, I continued. Now, before I leave for New York, let’s go over a few things. First, remember that there are two three‑year‑old girls in the apartment now. And like most children at that age, as they grow older, they won’t remember much of what happens here. I looked at both Lena and Betsy. Think about it — do either of you remember anything from when you were three? They both shook their heads. No. I don’t remember anything from when I was three either, I admitted with a smile. That’s just how it is. So, whatever happens here, it won’t be something the girls carry with them later. What matters most is how we handle things now, with care and respect. After Lena returned to the balcony, I looked at both of them seriously. Alright, I need you both to be truthful with me. Lena, are you still comfortable helping Betsy with her care? And Betsy, are you comfortable with Lena helping you? They both answered Yes at the same time, which made me smile. Good, that’s settled. I turned to Betsy. Now, you’ve been spending a lot of time around the girls. Are you okay with joining in their routines — playing, relaxing, even bath time? Betsy nodded. Yes, I’d still like to do that. Lena added warmly, “I don’t think that will be a problem. The girls already see you as part of their little world. To them, you’re just another playmate. I chuckled. Alright then. And bath time — are you comfortable sharing that space with them? There will be toys, and Lena has already promised to get more if you don’t like the ones we have. Betsy grinned. If I get those markers, you can draw on the walls with, I’m fine. We both laughed at that. It was the first time I’d heard her make such a playful request, and it lightened the mood instantly. Lena smiled at Betsy. Then it’s settled. Tonight, will be your first bath with us, and we’ll make sure it’s fun. I look at both of them and said after you get done giving all three of them their baths tonight you need to give Besty a shave, her pubic hair is starting to come back, and it is easier to shave her when it is short and don’t forget to shave between her ass cheeks. I ask Lena if she has ever shaved around a woman’s vagina before. She just laughed and said no, but I do know what they look like. As I smiled back at her, and said I hope you do. I told her to just take her time as she shaved Besty you will be ok. With that settled, we stepped out to check on the girls. It didn’t take long to notice that Cindy was the one in need of attention now. She shifted in her spot, looking a little uncomfortable, and the expression on her face gave it away before anything else did. Lena walked over, scooped Cindy up gently, and balanced her on her hip. Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up, she said in her calm, grandmotherly tone. She glanced back at me. Can you keep an eye on the other two while I take care of this? Of course, I replied, then added with a grin, Oh, and one more thing, Lena. She paused at the doorway. Yes? That’s two out of three today so far. It took her a moment to catch on, but then she laughed, shaking her head. I just hope Betsy doesn’t make it three for three. I smiled as she walked off with Cindy, her voice carrying down the hall. Betsy and Jodi stayed behind with me, both watching Lena disappear. Jodi giggled, clearly amused by the exchange, while Betsy gave me a shy smile, relieved it wasn’t her turn this time. To keep them occupied, I pulled out a few blocks and a puzzle from the toy basket. Jodi immediately began stacking the blocks as high as she could, laughing when they toppled over. Betsy sat cross‑legged beside her, helping to rebuild the tower, her patience balancing out Jodi’s playful energy. The room felt cozy and lighthearted — Lena busy with Cindy in the nursery, while I kept the other two entertained. When Lena and Cindy came back from the nursery, Cindy wasted no time. She hurried straight over to the other two and plopped down beside them, reaching for the stack of blocks. Jodi giggled as Cindy added a piece to the tower, and Betsy stayed right there, joining in the play without missing a beat. The three of them quickly fell into their own rhythm — Cindy carefully balancing blocks, Jodi knocking them over with a laugh, and Betsy patiently rebuilding the tower again and again. Lena and I watched from the side, smiling at how naturally they all played together, the room filled with the sound of laughter and the clatter of tumbling blocks. Lena said she would be right back, then slipped off to the nursery. She returned in no time, moving with her usual calm efficiency. Walking over to the three girls, she handed each of them their pacifier. Without hesitation, they popped them into their mouths, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The sight made Lena smile — a soft, contented smile that lingered as she came back and settled down beside me. As we sat together talking and watching the kids play, Lena leaned back with a thoughtful smile. I can’t believe how well the two girls are getting along with Betsy, she said softly. It’s almost as if they don’t even notice any differences — they just see her as one of them. I nodded, watching the three of them laugh as the blocks toppled over again. I agree. They don’t seem to mind at all. Betsy fits right in, and even when she pauses for a moment to wet her diaper, the girls hardly pay attention. They just keep playing, like nothing’s changed. Lena’s eyes softened as she watched them. That’s the beauty of children, she said. They accept people exactly as they are. To them, Betsy is simply another playmate — someone to build towers with, someone to giggle with. Nothing more complicated than that. Lena looks at the clock and tells me to get the girls into their high chairs, and I make a quick dinner so that you can leave to go on your trip. With that she walks into the kitchen. With that I walked over to the girls and Besty, the first thing that I did was slip two fingers under her plastic pants and told her that wet diaper she has on could wait until after dinner and ask all three of them to head to their high chair because dinner is ready. I walked over to the counter and picked up the plates Lena had prepared for the girls. Turning back, I laughed and shot her with a playful grin. Well, I said, looks like it’s going to be three for three today. Lena glanced up, curiosity flickering in her eyes. She followed my gaze toward Betsy, her expression shifting as she realized what was happening. Besty was pooping in her diaper. She looked back over at me and said my least favorite time to change a stinky diaper is after dinner. When dinner was finished, I walked over to Betsy and let her know it was time for me to head out. I reassured her that Lena would take care of her stinky diaper soon, and she gave me a small nod of understanding. With that, I gathered my coat and stepped toward the door. I told everybody to have a good week and left.

Back to "normal" schedule win.

It is against my DIAPER CODE OF ETHICS to subject an innocent person to stinkies from my messy diaper. Having said that it is possible to go potty in a diaper without detection in public by maintaining social distancing-instead of COVID social distancing-this is stinky diaper social distancing, avoiding close spaces like an elevator, and keep moving, don't stand in one place. Also quite often normal ambient odors will hide the fact that you have a messy diaper. Also it's important to not convince yourself that you don't detect stinkies from your messy diaper because the olfactory nerves will become adjusted to the "stinky molecules" but other people will know and be offended. 

Dunno yet. I ended up having shredded deli sliced chicken, ramen, and chips Monday morning.