2011

I can't figure out the best way to format quoted text. Let me know if you have any better suggestions 😛 Also, I can't believe how many typos I found in this chapter (hence the late posting). Please let me know if there's any I missed. 100. My New Destination I didn’t sleep too well. There was a part of me that wanted to keep going back to my phone, keep checking to see if the latest message from theAuthorsLittleSister really said what I was sure it had said. Even after reading it a dozen times, I couldn’t believe it. And when I was waking up in the night to check my phone, to see if she had replied to my polite DM asking for clarification, I got the impression that I needed to let Ffrances get her beauty sleep. She conveyed this idea by putting a hand over my mouth and telling me firmly that I needed to focus on her rather than on the messages on my phone. To imagine that it was her voice I was so fascinated by, and that every word grabbed my attention more than the last. As soon as I realised what she was doing it was too late for me to resist it in any way. “Bound,” she said, pinching the skin on the inside of my wrist tight enough to just barely cause pain. And I found a second later that my hand was tied in place, unable to move at all. She repeated the process at my shoulder, effectively pinning me to the bed, and told me that it would be easier to go back to sleep. The next time I woke, I had to turn over with one side of my body immobile, which was a lot more difficult. And then Ffrances only needed one hand to put me down again, locking both of my hands and both feet in place, as well as my thighs and my neck. I was completely tied down, unable to reach for my phone even if I wanted to, and that just made me want to check it more. But lying there with no freedom of movement, I quickly realised that all my efforts were futile, and gave in to rest. Now, the next day, I couldn’t wait to get to work so I could read that message again. Ffrances had told me sternly that she didn’t want anything drawing my attention away from her while she was there; and when it came to my Mistress’s demands, I was quite willing to leave the most unbelievable, incredible news I had received until I was sitting at my desk. Then I could look for any nuances that had escaped me when I’d read it surrounded by my family; and there would be nothing to distract me until I had figured out how this could be happening. When I got to the office I saw that it was just as hectic as usual. We had a lot of work in front of us now. We still didn’t know the full details, and there were only a few of us who were aware that we might have actual celebrities populating the business centre in a couple of short months. But there was some kind of buzz, a subconscious whisper that told everyone something special was on the cards, even if they didn’t know what. Even Rowanoake was busy at his desk, focusing intently on whatever was on his screen right now instead of reminiscing about the weekend’s hunting and fishing exploits. Even Carter wasn’t sitting at her desk chirpily greeting everyone who came into the main office. Today she was darting back and forth between her iPad and her computer, apparently racing through every work-related assignment she was given in the hope of getting back to whatever her private business was. I couldn’t begrudge her that; it seemed unprofessional to me, but so long as she actually did all her assigned work, I had no cause for complaint. And there had been nothing noteworthy to complain about on that front for quite some time. Today might be different; it looked like her friends were being a lot more active than usual on what was already a very busy day. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had to reprimand her over the size of her task queue, or the quality of her work, before the end of the day. I looked over at her from my office doorway  and I could see the guilt in her expression. There was a nervousness there; she knew that she wasn’t really pulling her weight in the task she had been hired for. But I had more important things to deal with today, so I hurried to my own desk and pulled up the week ending billed hours parity chart. And after about two minutes of staring at numbers that meant nothing beyond an arbitrary performance metric, I opened another browser window. This was the important thing; this was why I had been itching to get into the office a little earlier than usual. Not technically work, but I knew that I would be able to focus better once I knew what was really going on. I opened up FetishLibrary, went to The Baby Button, and from there followed the link to TheAuthorsLittleSister’s public journal. That was where I’d seen the message that had turned all my expectations upside down. I hadn’t been able to believe it on the first skim-read, or the twelfth. Just seeing “Three Counties area” as the location of a MDLG event was almost beyond belief; these things happened in far-off places that would take a whole weekend to get there, not within easy driving distance of home. And then I’d seen that they were meeting in Greater Ashfields? That was almost too good to be true. But this was TheAuthorsLittleSister saying this, not some no-name random commenter. And she had a realistic idea of how long it would take to organise an event of this size, which confirmed in my mind that it might actually happen. I scrutinised every detail in the message, and I was sure she had put an awful lot of thought into it. Random people browsing her profile, the haters who called those stories disgusting, would find no detail to clue them in on where the event was actually going to be. She mentioned Vicky as well; another little living in the same area as TheAuthorsLittleSister. Sometimes they played as two babies together with Vicky’s Daddy looking after them, I think she’d mentioned once, or sometimes Little Sister was the big sister or babysitter. I’d thought it was cool that someone as creative and imaginative as Sister had a real life friend to help her test out some of the scenes that came to her mind, but I hadn’t thought much about it. And that was when the last detail clicked in my head. Ffrances had said she knew another little locally; someone I had introduced her to. She didn’t say someone at work, although that had been the only possibility I seriously considered. But had Ffrances been chatting with Little Sister since I gave her links to some of these stories last summer? Had my Mistress known before I did that an author I idolised probably lived only an hour’s drive away? All of her comments would make sense then, and I’d never even imagined it. I needed to pay more attention, I thought, and to be more aware of the people around me. I needed to lose some of that laser-focus on a single possibility if I wanted to really find the people I really needed to be in touch with. I sent my favourite author another private message, although I was sure she would be inundated with mail after posting that. I just suggested that she might try one of the Upper Ashfields hotels, a possibly better venue than the old town. I couldn’t reveal my personal connection, of course, but I could say that I knew through work that they were putting policies in place to deal with guests who wanted a great deal of discretion for some kind of event. After getting involved in something so amazing, it was hard to force myself to think about mere work again. But I still had a job to do. I had other things to search for as well; a gift for Ffrances was at the forefront of my mind. But I wouldn’t have felt comfortable disciplining Carter for the time she spent on her phone if I didn’t do at least one work-related task before lunch. I pulled the first task out of my overflowing virtual inbox, an invoice for cheese of all things, and tried my best to focus on the job I was being paid for. Even things like this, apparently, the minutiae of office administration, could inspire me and bring me one step closer to setting up the exact situation I was hoping for to make my family complete.

I just red al the chapters and really like this story 🙂 Looking forward to read the next chapter .

After Joey goes to one of his last days at school and sees his girlfriend and his bully in the halls, he returns home where he waits on tenterhooks for something to change.   ---    I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both).   https://reamstories.com/elfy/   https://subscribestar.art/elfy   ---  Joey walked up to the large front doors of the school with his bag slung over his shoulder. It seemed crazy that a place he had walked into so many times, that he knew almost as well as his own home, was soon going to be left in the past. It was his final week; his exams were mostly complete, and he was really only still going was so he could spend time studying with his girlfriend, Tracy. Joey’s locker, the same one that he had been assigned on his first day, was at the end of the corridor. As fate would have it, the locker was right next to Tracy’s and before he had finished getting his books Tracy had come up behind him. He felt her arms wrap around his waist and smiled. “Hey.” Joey sighed as he let himself melt into the hug. Tracy was a few inches taller than Joey and, in his opinion, she was the most beautiful girl in school. She may not have been as conventionally attractive as some of the other girls who dyed their hair blonde and wore several layers of make-up, but Joey had never been attracted to that. Tracy had freckles on her face, either side of her small nose upon which sat her glasses. She had auburn hair that she usually tied into a ponytail, but it always frizzed up just enough to tell anyone who was to look at her closely that she wasn’t obsessed with her looks, she was comfortable as she was. “How are you?” Tracy asked as she let go and walked around Joey to open her own locker. “Fine.” Joey lied. His stress was still out of control and seemingly the only thing he had thus far found that helped was the pacifier, though he dared not mention that to anyone outside the family. He decided to switch subjects, “Crazy to think we’ll be out of here soon, huh?” “Good riddance to it, I say.” Tracy snorted. “What’s the matter?” Joey joked, “You’re not going to miss Mr. Finch’s hours and hours of history lectures?” “Ha ha.” Tracy sarcastically laughed, “You know I was asleep for roughly ninety percent of those.” “Well, you know what Mr. Finch said... “Those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it.”” Joey did his best imitation of Mr. Jones, complete with pushing imaginary glasses up his nose. “You know that I didn’t know he said that.” Tracy replied as she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, “I was asleep.” The pair of them laughed. Tracy said she was going to the library and Joey told her he would be along in a few minutes, he had to visit the bathroom first, and she headed off. Joey watched her go with a sigh. There was a slight tension between them that they both seemed to be trying to ignore. Tracy had already decided on her college of choice; she had decided what she was going to do there as well. She seemed to have none of Joey’s indecision or stress about the future. It was just one more thing for Joey to think about. The college he most liked the look of was in another state on the other side of the country, if he went there then his opportunities to see Tracy would be limited to holidays, at best. She told him their relationship could survive the distance for a few years, but Joey had seen the stats on long distance romances, the numbers weren’t exactly in their favour. Joey was just about to close his locker door when a hand came from seemingly nowhere and slammed it closed. He jumped and wheeled around to see a much nastier surprise than Tracy. Brad was a full head and shoulders taller than Joey and was smirking down at him. “I bet you’re going to miss me.” Brad sneered. Joey felt himself going red in the face. It was humiliating to be bullied as an eighteen-year-old, it was rather a legacy thing from years before. Joey had first encountered Brad in middle school and had quickly become one of his victims. Whilst he ended up leaving the others alone, Joey remained an easy target. He just couldn’t stand up for himself. “What do you want?” Joey asked with as much venom as he dared, “We don’t have homework anymore so I can’t do it for you.” “Ooh, tetchy this morning, are we?” Brad mocked. Joey was surprised the bully knew what “tetchy” meant, “No, I saw Tracy heading off to the library and I assumed you’d be following like a good little puppy dog?” Joey remained silent. Perhaps the worst part of being bullied by Brad was that he was so good at it. It was rare that anyone saw him when he threatened Joey or made fun of him. As far as most of the teachers were aware the two were friends. Every time there was a chance of being caught Brad would turn on the charm and Joey would be too scared to say anything else. “What’s your point?” Joey asked. He wished Brad would get to the point. He just wanted to get whatever was about to happen over with so he could catch up to Tracy. “Well, you have to pay the toll, of course.” Brad said as he moved around to block the corridor towards the library. He reached out a hand and leaned against the lockers, it really revealed how big his arms were and how much he must work out. Joey gulped nervously. “What toll?” Joey asked. He always put up just enough defiance that he felt a little better about himself but never enough to actually stop what was happening. “THE toll.” Brad answered, “Now come on, we both know how this is going to go. Hand it over and we’ll both get on with our days.” “I only have…” Joey opened his wallet, “Ten dollars for lunch and-…” “Perfect.” Brad said as he took the note from Joey’s hand, “That’s exactly how much the toll is.” Joey felt an impotent anger burning inside. He felt so pathetic that this was happening to him at his age. It made it even harder to tell anyone about it. He didn’t want to admit to how much of a wuss he was. Maybe Tracy was right, maybe leaving the school couldn’t come soon enough. “I’ll miss this.” Brad said wistfully, “Me and you. We’ve had some good times…” Joey didn’t reply. He slung his bag over his shoulder and pushed past Brad who laughed as Brad headed towards the bathrooms at the end of the corridor. He needed the bathroom, but now he also needed to wipe the tears from his eyes before he saw Tracy again. --- Joey kept expecting something to change. His mom had been quite cryptic towards him and, in the days leading up to the weekend, continued to act quite unusually. She was up to something but wouldn’t tell Joey what. There were a lot of deliveries coming to the house and Fran made sure she was always the one to sign for them before spiriting the boxes to the basement. Joey even tried to sneak down there late one night after everyone else had gone to bed but found, quite unexpectedly, that the door to the basement had been locked. Ben had started acting strangely as well. Whenever he saw his younger brother, Ben gave him this knowing smirk. Joey asked what was amusing him, but Ben replied by miming zipping his lips and walked away. Joey found his answers on the next Saturday morning. He had woken up as usual, after getting dressed he had walked into the nursery to make sure Lucas was alright but, surprisingly, his younger brother wasn’t in there. It wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility that his mom had taken care of Lucas, of course, but it was normal routine for him to do it. He wasn’t going to complain about less work though. Joey walked downstairs whilst yawning. He scratched his arm as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. Something was strange, there was a weird atmosphere, and everything was oddly silent. It took Joey a second to realise the television in the living room wasn’t on, which was strange for a weekend morning. He walked down the hallway towards the kitchen where the door was closed, another unusual occurrence. He pushed it open and was nearly had a heart attack. “Happy Unbirthday!” Fran and Ben exclaimed as the door opened. Even Lucas had his arms in the year shouting. “W-What?” Joey stumbled backwards a step in confusion. The kitchen looked like it was set up for a birthday celebration. There were a few balloons floating around, the rest of the family were wearing party hats and, as Joey looked around the room in shock, Ben blew loudly on a something which made a shrill noise that made everyone jump. Despite his participation he didn’t look particularly happy. The real eye-catching thing though, was the banner hung over the window and facing him. It was a “Happy Birthday!” banner but the letters “Un” had been hastily scrawled at the start of birthday. “I… I don’t understand.” Joey said in shock. “Come in and sit down!” Fran said as she waved her oldest son forwards, “We have cake!” Joey was so confused. The rest of his family were on the opposite side of the table as he came in and slowly lowered himself into the free chair. Ben, having seemingly done what mom had asked him to, had dropped his party favour and was sat back with his arms folded across his chest. Lucas, meanwhile, was straining for the cake from his highchair and being told to be patient. “What’s going on?” Joey asked. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.” Fran replied as she started cutting up a chocolate cake that had one candle on top, “About all the stress you’ve been under. Well, I’ve decided I’ve not been fair on you and so we’re going to make some big changes.” “Changes? What changes?” Joey asked. “Well, you’ve had to look after Lucas so much, I don’t think it was a coincidence it was a pacifier you reached for to calm yourself. After all, that’s what babies do.” Fran said. “But I’m not…” Joey started. “Hold on.” Fran continued. She stood up and walked around the table with a slice of cake and a party hat. The plate was placed on the table and as his mom put the hat on his head, he looked down to see that his slice had the words “Baby Boy” written in the frosting. This was only getting more and more confusing. “We’ve decided, as a family…” At Fran’s words, Ben let out a loud noise of complaint. Fran looked at her teenage son and continued, “Yes, ALL of us decided, that it would be beneficial if you were treated just like Lucas.” Fran finished speaking as she sat down in her seat. Joey just blinked at her, his brain not really comprehending what she was saying. The words repeated in his head, but they didn’t make any sense. “Like… Lucas?” Joey said slowly. “She’s going to treat you like a baby!” Ben finally spat out, “Duh!” “That can’t be right… Mom?” Joey looked at his mom. She was smiling back at him warmly, but when she didn’t say anything a cold bucket of reality seemed to wash over Joey, “You’re not actually going to… Mom, I can’t do that when I have school and work and… It’s ridiculous!” “Is it?” Fran asked, “School is ending in, what, a week? I’ve picked up some extra hours working so you don’t need to work anymore either. I think this is just what you need.” Joey wasn’t even sure what was happening. Treated like a baby? What did that even mean? He looked at Lucas and saw the toddler sitting in the highchair seemingly unaware that anything extraordinary was happening at the table. Mom wanted to treat him like that? “I… I can’t…” Joey said. “Eat your cake, baby.” Fran replied, “And then we’ll go upstairs and begin.” A sort of delayed shock seemed to be spreading over Joey. He still had no idea what his mom meant but with so much confusion, his brain was just grateful to hang on to something. He had been told to eat his cake and that was something he could accomplish even if his brain felt somewhat stun locked. He lifted the chocolate slice to his mouth and took a bite. Everyone else at the table did so as well, Ben still looking like he wanted nothing to do with anything that was happening whilst Lucas practically smeared the cake all over his face in his haste to eat it. ---  If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/msllj7tof7d0102 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2629612

Chapter 3: Awakening Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 3 - Bargaining – LittleFallenPrincess     “Are you okay, my love?” I turned to see the love of my life, my wife, sitting beside me in the car. The snow was gently falling around us, which had made the drive here a little bit scarier than usual. But it left a beautiful layer of snow everywhere, making this look like a movie-like perfect Christmas. “Yeah… I just… I dunno…” “You seem a bit… out of it. Don’t worry, the driving bit is done. We’re here now. We can just have a nice time.” “Here…” I looked to my other side to see my Mum’s house at the end of the garden path. You could see all the tinsel and Christmas lights in the window. She even put a little wreath on the gate. She loved going all out, and this year was no exception. “Daddy!” A shiver went through my body as I quickly turned to see my daughter and my son in the back seat, looking bored, waiting for me and my wife to get out and help them out. “Oh… yeah… give me a second kiddos. Da- I’ll be there in a second.” I undid my seatbelt, climbed out, then I helped my son out whilst my wife helped my daughter out. “I bet you’re excited to see Grandma!” my wife said to the kids, as they cheered and ran towards the house, the gate with the wreath on it flinging open. And as I watched them run up, the front door opened, and out walked my Mum, still looking pretty young for her age, with her arms stretched out to receive her grandkids. This was going to be a good Christmas. Just me, my family… my… My family. I looked at my daughter, hugging her Grandma excitedly, before she turned around and smiled at me… before her face became distorted. Shaking my head, I must just be suffering from residual anxiety. But as my vision returned and I looked at my son… his face was the same. My heart was racing. This was wrong. Why is this so wrong? Wait… I don’t have… I don’t have kids. I don’t even have a- I spun around on the spot, looking at my wife… whose face was a garbled mess of static, like a glitch in a video game. The only one that wasn’t static… was my Mum. She just stood there, at her front door, acting as if this was all normal. But I’m not married. I don’t have a wife. It was just me and Mum. And then she got sick… and I was scared it was… …Oh fuck. Am I dead?   My eyes shot open. But all I could see was a ceiling. One that wasn’t the one at the hospital that I fell asleep looking at. It was ornate. Fancy. Much fancier than any place I had ever been. And most importantly… I was alive. At least I think I am. I was breathing, I could feel things touching my skin, and I could feel my heart beating. So I assume I’m still alive and that was just a horrible nightmare. However, that’s all I could see. I could tell I was in something… but I couldn’t tell you what. The edges barred any view of the rest of the room, so I only got to see the ceiling. So I figured if I want a better look, I’ll have to get up. And as I tried sitting up… I felt my body betray me. It was like I wanted to get up… but couldn’t. There was nothing physically stopping me from sitting up in whatever this thing is that I’m in… it was more that my body wasn’t listening to the commands my brain was making. Which was just starting to frustrate me as I tried wriggling about in protest. “Morning sleepyh-” a faint, beautiful sounding voice called out, as she entered the room. She was definitely female, but aside from that… I had no idea who she was. She definitely didn’t sound like anyone I had ever encountered before. “Oh cac a phis! He’s awake…” And before I could call out, I heard footsteps running out of the room. Clearly she wasn’t expecting me to be awake right now. Was I still in the hospital? If I am, they’re definitely wasting taxpayers money on fancy ornate ceilings. And… is that a chandelier in the middle of it? But maybe that woman is a nurse, and she’s gone off to find the Doctor. Which begs the question… how long was I out? The Doc said it’d only take five minutes, then whatever time it takes for me to wake up after being put under. But it couldn’t have been that long… right? So I tried calling out, tried to call for the nurse to come back and help me get up, or at the very least… Give me some answers. Because I was in a bit of a state right now, and I really need to know what’s going on. But as I tried calling out… I felt something lodged in my mouth that I didn’t even realise at first. Hell… was I really that out of it that I didn’t realise there was something in my mouth? It felt… reassuring to suck on, weirdly. But it was definitely a foreign object I was not used to, and I wanted to know what it is… and for it to be out of my mouth instantly. So I tried ejecting it from my mouth forcefully… but to no avail. Whatever force was keeping this weird object in my mouth was stronger than the force I was exerting on it with my mouth and tongue. Maybe it’s medical tubes or something? Maybe there was a complication with the procedure? “You said he’s finally awake?” I heard a voice call out as it was getting closer and closer to the room. A voice I remember hearing just before I went under… “Doc?” I called out. Though with this thing in my mouth, I struggled to even make a noise, let alone speak actual words. All that came out was a muffled groan. “Yes, Ma’am. I saw his eyes open when I entered the room to attend to his morning routine.” “He’s taken a lot longer to wake than I had hoped, but I’m glad he’s finally- AH! You weren’t wrong, there’s the precious boy, awake and-” A couple of figures popped into view. One of them was the Doc, though she looked very different. But before I could start taking in all those differences, my eyes darted over to who I assumed was the nurse… some brown haired, youthful woman wearing what looked like a… maid’s uniform? And by god… she was beautiful. Her slender face, her slim frame, her perfect features. It was like she was the pinnacle of beauty… only slightly beaten by the Doctor. Her gorgeous brown hair put up into a bun, her round glasses, her pointed ears, her- Wait. …Pointed ears. Last time I checked women didn’t have pointed ears… right? I’m pretty sure my Mum doesn’t have them… and the Doc… the… I looked over to see the Doc… and my eyes widened in shock. Pointed ears, just like the ‘nurse’ or ‘maid’ or whatever the hell the other woman was… her long, blonde hair even longer than it was before I was put under, put into some elaborate braided thing that looked more like it was out of some fantasy novel or nerdy tabletop game. And instead of the smart Doctor’s clothes and labcoat, she was instead wearing a long, flowing white dress, laced with gold trim and ornate decoration. “I… I…” Sure, I didn’t actually say anything, it was still muffled by whatever was blocking my mouth and my ability to talk… but I was pretty sure it got my point across. “Oh my darling boy, it’s okay!” the ‘Doc’ said, as she bent down, tucking my hair behind my ear, softly stroking the side of my face with her perfectly soft fingers. And it wasn’t until I saw how she towered over me that I realised just how much taller and larger than me she was. I struggled a bit and groaned some more. I needed answers. And now. That’s when the other woman spoke up, “Calm down, young master. Or else…” she said, in a soft and reassuring, but intimidating, Irish accent. Or else? Or else what? I was already silenced, unable to move or get up… what else can they do to me? Something freaky is going on and I demand answers! “It’s okay, Belladonna. I think he needs some answers,” the Doc replied, in a gentle, but affirming voice. Thank you! Finally! It’s as if she can read my mind… wait… she can’t actually read my mind, right? “If you insist, Ma’am.” “Ensure the garden and the route to it is empty of all guests and guards. I desire some alone time with my… new acquisition.” “Immediately, Your Majesty.” ‘Your Majesty’? Belladonna? Just who are these weirdos with these freaky ears? The other woman hurried out in a brisk walk, leaving me alone with the Doc, who was much different from when I first saw her. “I bet you have lots of questions.” I nodded as best I could. “I do apologise for bringing you here under false pretences… however I just couldn’t let you go.” I muffled a ‘Couldn’t let me go?’ but again, they didn’t sound anything like actual words, so I knew it was pointless. Still… I persisted. “Come. Let us take a stroll. I’ll explain some things to you about your new… situation. Then I’ll allow you to talk freely to me. Use this wisely, I may not be so generous in the future. So ask any questions you have. Do you think you can behave?” I wanted to scream and run… but I didn’t know where I was, who I was dealing with, or what I was even wearing right now… so I’d just have to play along. Especially if they weren’t lying about having guards. If they have security… that may make it hard to leave. So I’ll give her this. For now. So I nodded in agreement. “Good boy. Now, up you come…” Bending down, she wrapped her hands around me, lifting me up, effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing. She must have been at least double my height when I got a full look at her long, slender body. But that wasn’t my immediate worry. What scared me most was the infantile room I was currently being held in.   Floral patterns decorated the walls of this old, old room. The woodwork looked brand new, but looked more like it was from a stately home or mansion than a normal nursery. Or maybe… even a palace. Was the maid not lying when she referred to the Doc as ‘your majesty’? Is she actual royalty? “Do you like it?” My eyes were responding for me, as I looked around at the changing table, the little playpen in the corner, the extremely fancy wooden rocking horse… all the usual furniture and decorations you’d find in a typical nursery… as well as the bassinet I was just lifted out of. And that’s when I felt the pit in my stomach grow to immense proportions. If I was in the nursery… in the bassinet… Confirming my suspicions, the Doc carried me on her hip, with my legs wrapped around her, over to the large wall mirror by the only door in this room. This can’t be happening. This isn’t real. This is just another fucked up dream like the one about having a family. Wake up, Charlie. Wake up! “I understand you must be in shock right now, Charlie. But I implore you to focus on the positives, rather than the negatives. For your own good.” “For my own good?” I blurted out. Again… muffled. That’s when she lifted her free hand up and removed the dummy from my mouth, allowing me to breath through it finally… and allowing me to finally speak. “FOR MY OWN GOOD?” She just looked at me, holding the dummy in her hand… and I knew I had fucked up. “I won’t give many warnings. Think of this one as a freebie, given your situation. Now… would you like to try that again, sweetheart?” Taking a deep breath, worried about what the repercussions of acting out would be… I tried calming myself… all whilst avoiding looking at how ridiculous I looked in the mirror. “I’m calm… this isn’t happening…” “Oh but it is. This is no dream, Charlie.” “But… why am I dressed like this?” “I thought the little sleeper looked cute on you…” It's an adorable sleeper. For a baby. It’s even got little cartoon fairies on the breast. It’s baby blue. It’s… just a fucking normal sleeper. FOR BABIES. “Why am I dressed like a baby though? I’m an adult!” I whined, trying to keep my emotions in check. “By your kind’s standards, maybe. But not ours.” “‘Yours’? And who are you? Clearly you’re not a Doctor…” “Did the ears give it away?” she smirked. “Or the ‘Majesty’ part… Wait… what about my Mum? Is she okay? Where is she?” “Charlie. Calm down. Want me to explain everything?” “Please, I think I’m owed that at least!” “Fine. Let’s go for a little stroll in the garden.”   “So, Charlie… What do you know about the Fae?” the ‘Doc’ asked, as she continued carrying me on her hip with one arm, as she walked us down ornate corridors, out into the most beautiful, perfectly designed garden I had ever seen. So many colours, different species of flowers and trees… It looked like it was straight out of a fantasy world, because this was no ordinary garden. “Like… fairies?” “Yes. They are one of many types of Fae.” “Is that what you are?” She laughed a little. “Oh sweet child… You don’t understand your position right now, and how fortunate you are.” “Fortunate? I’ve been kidnapped, taken away to god-knows-where, and dressed like a big baby! I wouldn’t say that’s fortunate. And again… what happened to my Mum?” “You signed a contract. You agreed to be here. To be mine.” “Yours? I didn’t sign anything of the sort!” “Oh but you did. In return for healing your Mother. So I did just that. She’s healthy again. Cancer free. Easy fix. She’ll be getting a clean bill of health right now, and going home.” “What about me?” “This is your new home, sweetheart. You are my baby, after all.” “But the contract…” “Said you would lose a portion of your life. This is that portion. But don’t fret, you will not grow a single day older whilst you are in my care.” This was all too much for me right now. It was all bizarre as fuck and I wanted to scream, but I was still scared to. “I see you’re still struggling to understand. Let me try again. Your mother was ill. I promised that I would heal her, in exchange for part of your life. That bit is in the contract. So I will take you for a few decades-” “DECADES?” I blurted out, unable to contain it any longer. “Yes. Until I get bored of you. Maybe that’s in ten of your human years, twenty, or even fifty. Once I’m done with you, I’ll return you to the human realm, and you may live out your life normally.” “But what about my Mum?” “She will continue to live a long, healthy life, until she is old and frail… like how all you silly little humans inevitably get. Maybe you will get to see her again if I get bored of you quickly enough.” “If you get bored? Who do you think you are? You can’t just go around taking people for decades! And what are you talking about, ‘realm’? And what’s with the ears? And why are you talking about fairies?” “You’re clearly too little to understand anything, but it’s okay. That’s part of the appeal of you. It’s why I wanted you. Now, to answer your question… I am Titania.” “Titania?” “Queen of the Fae. The Summer Queen. Queen of Light. Leader of the Seelie Court.” “Wait… actual Queen? Are you like an elf or something?” She just rolled her eyes at me as she continued to bounce me on her hip. “Something like that. I am the most powerful person in the whole realm. 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I don't wet or mess my diaper because of an "accident." Pee pees and poopies in my diaper are on purpose, volitional, even at night when I wet my diaper and fall back to sleep. This "Stinky Sunday" morning evolve waking up in my very wet Kiddo Teddy Ultra 2 tape version diaper, in fact I actually went to bed with a wet diaper but new there was a lot more capacity left. Getting out of bed, my diaper was quite wet, very swollen and bulgy from being soooo wet, but not leaking, excellent diaper by the way, with a cute print on a cloth back disposable diaper. I am very regular with going potty and within five minutes I felt the need to go potty. I was in the kitchen getting coffee, checking emails on my phone, relaxed without pushing or a change in my posture except for a blank glassy-eye gaze and messed my wet morning diaper. I had a brief shiver of pleasure as warm, firm poopies filled my diapies and settled in the bottom of my diaper nestled so pleasantly against my perineum. As I walked to my computer with my hot coffee, I could feel potty jiggle inside my diaper. Now that I am sitting here sipping my hot coffee,, I feel warm poopie getting flattened in my diaper. Not really squishy this morning but rather a firm poopie getting more compressed by the minute...I just wet my diaper a little more adding a new warmth in my diaper. Believe it or not, but I won't change and clean up for about two hours. I will get my morning exercise while enjoying all the sensations of my wet and messy diaper. I'll be nice and clean and fresh in a new diaper before my wife is out of bed. I am really not hiding my stinky diaper from her in a dishonest manner, we have a boundary of no stinky-poopies diapers around her, but I'll be wet without her knowing most of the time. For now, this is how I feel sitting here in my wet and messy diaper