Rainbow Diapers

I realize now I wrote a lot. What seemed like short bursts of writing during boring meetings turned into a lot of text. I am in the process of editing my own writing so I can post it online. 

Chapter 8: Switch Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 5 - Acceptance – LittleFallenPrincess     “Can we just stay in bed for five more minutes?” I begged Vic, after we had been snuggling up for the past hour, naked except for my thick (and very soggy) padding, chatting about what kind of place we’d like to live in, where, and when we should think of moving. This little break away from her research, away from everything… It was just what we needed to recharge and figure things out. And this is the closest Vic and I have been in… well… forever. This was the best morning we’ve had in… a long time. “Your sister is probably expecting breakfast soon, and I promised I’d cook,” Vic replied. I groaned because she was right, and I hate when she’s right. Especially when it means I don’t get cuddle-time. “Fine. But you fuck my brains out tonight, ‘kay?” She didn’t reply, she just gave me that heartwarming smile of hers, the one that makes me melt, the one that very much portrays ‘you’re lucky you’re so cute, otherwise I’d be spanking the hell out of you right now’ as an expression. So I didn’t push my luck, instead rolling off the edge of the bed, landing on the ground with a thud. “OI! LOVEBIRDS!” Lucifer yelled out upon hearing that we were awake. “YES?” I cried back at her. “IMPORTANT UPDATE. GET DRESSED. DON’T DARE START FUCKING AGAIN!” See! Even my sister knows what we should be doing, but sadly when two of my favourite people tell me we need to get up… we need to get up and stop thinking of fun adult time.   So I quickly slipped on my pants and a tee, and walked over to the bedroom door. “What’s the big emergency that means we didn’t get to fu-” I was stopped in my tracks when I opened the door, both verbally and physically, by the large group of people currently occupying the living room of Beatrice’s home. “Umm… hi everyone?” I mumbled, awkwardly. At least I was dressed this time. Don’t ask what happened a couple months ago. Just… don’t. “She’s dressed! And awake!” Lucy teased. “So are all of you… and why are you all dressed and awake and… here?” Lucy, Susie, Beth, Lucifer… even Michael and his… wait… “Is that?” I pointed over to the stranger in the corner. “Nia, meet your nephew, Zack,” Michael said, cutting me off. “Umm… hi?” I replied, waving at my new nephew. “This is your Auntie, Nia. She was one who sided with your other Auntie in the rebellion.” “Oh, so she was a demon?” the young lad replied. He looked barely 20, though he probably won’t look older for a very long time thanks to his angelic heritage. Scruffy hair, scruffier stubble, wearing clothes that honestly… I liked. Very much more like me than his Dad, with baggy jeans and a band-tee, compared to Michael with his meticulously coordinated suits. “Still am! Kinda…” I replied, defensively. “Wait… when did-” That’s when Beth stood up, pointing to the sofa where two spots waited for Vic and I.   “So… it’s safe to come back to the Sanctuary,” she began, as soon as Vic and I had sat down. “It is? Why?” asked Vic. “A lot has happened in the last twenty four hours… and it appears that the threat has passed, though we can’t be too cautious… we still need to keep an eye on you all.” “All?” I asked, needing clarification. “Yes, all. Sera included.” “I have one cosy morning and suddenly everything is over?” I groaned. “Did anyone at least get to kick whoever it was’s ass?” “Sera’s body, as well as young Zack here, both suddenly arrived together at the Sanctuary via taxi.” “That… must have been weird for the driver.” “He’s monstrum, so he wasn’t so freaked out, especially considering where he was dropping off her body.” “So wait… Zack, is it? Did you see who it was that took you? Did the cab driver see anything?” I asked my nephew. “Cabby knew nothing,” Beth answered. “And I trust him, he’s an old friend. And regarding Zack, we’ve asked him all the questions, Nia. Doesn’t know who took him, doesn’t know why he was let go, doesn’t know where he was kept. He was injected with something from behind, taken, and then woke up all this time later in the taxi on the way back to the Sanctuary. Thankfully, it was me who figured out who he was and we were able to get in touch with his Dad through your sister.” “Never ask me to call him again…” Lucifer growled from her little seat in the corner of the room, away from everyone else, avoiding any sort of eye contact with our brother… or even acknowledging his existence. “Well it’s lovely to meet you, Zack… but what I’m confused by is why you were all let go,” I shrugged. “It’s nice to meet you too,” he finally spoke up. “Dad… you told me she was an arse? Aunt Nia seems cool.” Aunt Nia. Cool Aunt Nia. OKAY I’M REALLY FUCKING PROUD RIGHT NOW. I’M COOL AUNT NIA AND NO ONE IS TAKING THIS FROM ME. “She can be… when she’s not irritating me to death,” Michael sighed, rolling his eyes at me. “I wish I could…” I grinned at him, playfully. “But I’ll take the compliment. Those are rare from my big brother.” Michael just rolled his eyes and looked away from us all. “So we have no leads, no idea if they… wait… did they take some of Zack’s blood? Because that’s all they needed, right?” “No way to tell, seeing as he’s been gone a while. Body healed up, especially being part angel,” Beth replied. “And it’s weird, because if they did get what they needed from Zack… they didn’t with Sera.” “Her heart is still there and intact?” “Exactly.” “Oh my Dad… who the fuck is doing all this and what do they want? One minute they’re gathering stuff to end the world… the next they just give it all back?” “Maybe they couldn’t get one of the ingredients? I’m thinking it’s your feathers…” Lucy finally spoke up, wrapped up in her oversized scarf and hoodie. “Yeah maybe now they know we are on to them… they backed down?” I suggested. “I think that is the more likely outcome. Though we can’t be too careful, so we’re going to make sure no one is alone at any time, and we’re all going to carry emergency crystals that will warn the others if anything is happening.” “That sounds fair,” Vic spoke up. “So what do we do now? Just… go home?” I asked. “You are welcome to stay at the Sanctuary for a time, actually it may be best if you all stay there. That means you too, Lucifer,” Beth explained, much to the annoyance of my sister. “Ugh I had a date planned! But fine. Don’t want to cause the end of the world or anything,” she replied, rolling her eyes at Beth. “Gives us time to find a new place…” I whispered to Vic. “YOU’RE MOVING?” …I forgot Lucy has amazingly good hearing. Stupid vampires.   After we had chatted to Lucy all about our plans to move, and after we all discussed what we were doing going forward, we finally started to shuffle off, out of Bea’s place. “Wait… where’s Bea and Sera? I would’ve thought they’d be here with you guys?” I asked, as Beth was shuffling Vic and I out, the last two to leave through the portal. “She’s at the Sanctuary, putting Sera’s soul back into her body, with Death’s assistance.” “So it’s not just a case of grabbing it and shoving it back in, tent-in-a-bag-style?” I replied, grinning. “No.” “That’s what I did with Vic when I took her from Hell…” “Yes, and you had a jar from Hell to store her soul in. And mostly it hadn’t been long on Earth that Vic had been without her soul, whilst Sera has been gone without hers for a while now, so it requires a little more… delicacy.” “Fine. Well are they up for visitors yet? Could I help?” “You’re sweet, Nia, but I think they’ve got this. If anyone knows more about souls, it’s Death.” I mean… I know a bunch too... Tortured lots of millenia… saved Vic’s… but fine! I guess Death is a little more qualified at handling them. Stupid compliment making my cheeks warm up and disabling my ability to brat back  Hmph. “Come on, baby girl…” Vic said, patting my padded bum, making me squeal a little and hop through the portal, back to the Sanctuary.   We had been hanging out in the Sanctuary playroom for a while, just casually, none of us dressed little (though a couple of us were definitely still padded… mostly Lucy and I). It was nice just chatting with everyone normally, even the bigs, despite being surrounded by foam playmats and brightly coloured balls and playhouses and stuff. But of course Lucy and I had claimed the ball pit near the seating area. But not because we’re babies… because we’re definitely not! Nope. Not at all. Just ignore the bigs over there cooing over us every now and again. “So you two have actually talked to Sera?” I asked, throwing a red ball at Lucy, as she seemed to be collecting them. “Yeah!” Susie replied, excitedly. “She was suuuuper nice. I think she’ll get on great with our little group when she’s little… and she’ll be extra teasy when she’s Bea’s Mummy. I just wish Bea had told us about her sooner.” “That’s still so weird to process…” I mumbled, in a bit of a haze. “What? Bea being a little?” “I mean yeah… but…” “But what?” Susie’s eyebrow raised at me. “But like… switches?” “What about them?” “How do they do that?” “How do they do what?” Okay, so Susie was now looking at me like I was about to have a stroke, so I got my thoughts together before I continued. “How do they switch so easily? How can they do both? It’s just… it amazes me.” “I mean… I’m a switch, and you’re close to being a switch… or at least a power bottom when you want to.” “I… you’re not wrong.” That’s when Lucy finally spoke up, “You used to tease and torture nerds in Hell, Nia. You’re part demon. Pretty sure it comes as a default loadout for your kind…” “I mean yeah… wait… Susie, you said you’re a switch?” The cogs had finally turned in my brain realising what Susie had said just a few moments ago. “Yeah? Didn’t you know?” she replied. “NO! What else are my friends keeping from me?” “I mean… I’m able to be a domme if needed, but with Beth not being a switch I’ve never had the opportunity to do it. Which is okay! I don’t actually need it in the same way I need my little side, so I can happily keep it suppressed. There are others that can’t… like I assume Bea can’t.” “Yeah but isn’t she tied to her girlfriend’s monthly rebirth cycle?” I asked. “Yeah, but I assume that if she wasn’t, she’d need to switch somewhat often, so she can let out a little of both sides of herself.” “That makes sense.” “I mean Lucy was right, you basically domme’d nerds in hell. Never tried doing it on Earth since you came up?” “Nope…” “Maybe I’ll let you give it a go sometime…” a voice called out from behind. Turning around, I saw Vic standing there, grinning at me. “Mummy!” “Hey babygirl. I’m serious, but you’re not doing it with me. If you want to put one of your little friends in their place, by all means go for it… with permission from their caregiver, of course.” “I mean… it’s been forever since I’ve seen Hades… since before my last memory wipe I think. Persephone would probably…” “Well he’s coming to visit soon!” Lucy said, sounding like she was going to hyperventilate… I forgot she gets this way around well-known monstrum. “I better get working on my offer to Persephone…” I grinned. “Bea is coming in in a moment. Be on your best behaviour, little girl…” “Hey no, I will, I really wanna meet Sera! I can always tease Bea later…” “Good girl…” Vic replied, rolling her eyes, before walking back to join Beth and… oh apparently Death had decided to join them in the adults area. Once it was just the three of us again, I turned to Susie, with a question burning a hole in my mind. “Say it…” she said, sighing. I hate that my friends can read me so well… “Is Bea the little or the Mummy this time?” I asked, quietly. “I think she’s supposed to be the Mummy.” “Ugh, that is gonna take some time to get used to… wait… so why was she dressed up like a little the day she brought Sera to the Sanctuary?” “Because she was supposed to switch and become the Mummy, but then fell asleep or something whilst still dressed in that adorable outfit.” “So we get to see Mummy Bea…” “Maybe? Because it’s been a while now, pretty sure if all this stuff hadn’t happened, Sera would’ve died again and come back as the dominant one. But her soul was taken so this is still technically her previous rebirth… So she's Mummy instead? You’re right, this is confusing…” A small, faint little whisper invaded my ear. “I’m neither…” Shivers ran down my spine and my automatic reaction was that of a cat… I pounced up, out of the ball pit, onto all fours, staring at the figure who was creeping behind me. And worse of all… that figure was giggling. Adorably. “Hi, you must be Nia!” she said. My eyes widened. And just like a cat… I pounced.   “I like this friend of yours… very cuddly. Never would’ve thought a demon would be so warm and cuddly. Well… I guessed the warm part at least,” Sera said, with my arms and legs wrapped around her. “Nia… you can let go of my girlfriend now…” Beatrice sighed. “BUT NEW PERSON!” I hissed back at her. “And you will have plenty of time to get to know her.” “You mean…?” “Yes, we’re not hiding anymore. But… that isn’t to say we’re not going to be extremely careful still.” “Fine… I’ll let you have your cute, big-titted goth GF back… for now…” I growled back, slowly and carefully climbing off my friend’s girlfriend. “Is that my new name? Big-titted goth GF?” Sera giggled, adorably. “I can shorten it to BTGGF if you want?” I grinned at her. “I can see why you like this one so much you had to be Nanny to her…” Sera said to Bea, as if I wasn’t in full view of both of them. “NOT FAIR! YOU TWO ARE AS BAD AS EACH OTHER!” I yelled, getting a confused look back from Sera, who turned back to her girlfriend again. “Look at her cheeks. You made little piddlepants here blush…” Bea teased, her grin growing by the second. “NUH HUH!” “Oh yeah!” Sera replied, giggling again. “Get used to it then, piddlepants…” “THAT’S NOT MY… NOT FAIR!” “Anyway, to answer your question… she’s neither. Or maybe she’s both,” Bea answered. “Huh?” Susie replied, finally speaking up. “What do you mean?” “Whatever they did to her, they interrupted her rebirth cycle. Which apparently broke the switching thing,” Bea explained. “So she can switch whenever she wants…” “Which is great for my little honeybee…” HONEYBEE? SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL. TEASING. MUST. HOLD. IT. ALL. IN.         ===================================================== 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! 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I'm in my favorite "post poopie position" sitting here with a nice pottie getting compressed and squishy in my Bellissimo v2 diaper.

I got up with a wet Bellissimo v2 diaper and within five minutes I messed my diaper. Thirty minutes later I am sitting here content, warm, squishy potty in my diapie feeling soooo nice against my perineum.  ahhh!!! 🫠🤗 Bambino has a Thanksgiving sale with 25% discount if you order 3 or more bags. I am going to take advantage of this diaper sale. I am also listening to midterm election results. Politics makes me want to go poopie even more, but I am done with no more urge, so I just wet my diaper a little more, a new surge of warmth. ☺️

146. My Final Solution By the time I’d finished my half of all the paperwork for Ffrances becoming a homeowner, I realised that it was almost time for her to be home. I’d been planning to make something special for lunch, so that she would have time to relax after a long day at work. I knew that morning shifts were always stressful for her. I cursed under my breath, hoping that she would be excited enough about the movie not to notice if my preparation for this afternoon wasn’t quite perfect in other ways. But when I got down to the kitchen, I realised that the delicious aromas tempting me probably should have been a clue that I didn’t need to hurry. “You don’t need to do that,” I told Tess with a smile. I didn’t want her to get into the habit of taking on chores that would be better handled by an adult. But I couldn’t deny that I’d failed to sort things out today; or that the fancy buffet she was preparing looked – and smelled – amazing. “I could have…” I said, a half-hearted attempt at saving face, before I turned around and saw that Spike was helping to lift a tray out of the oven with some bite-size fancy pastries on. She looked different, and it took me a  couple of seconds to process what I was seeing. Of course, she’d said that she was going to try wearing more feminine clothes to make me more comfortable. But I hadn’t expected her to have changed already. I felt like I should have found that strange or something, but I couldn’t for the life of me see why. A couple of seconds passed before I realised what was weird. Not the girls in front of me, but my own reaction. I was sure it should have taken more than just a change of clothes to get me thinking of her as a girl. But as soon as I saw her, it hadn’t even occurred to me that I was looking at a boy in a dress. One of Tess’s outfits, I thought, now I looked more closely. I asked Tess if it was hers, and she confirmed it. But that didn’t address the biggest question on my mind right now. My perceptions and instincts weren’t doing what I thought they should, and I knew that somebody would have found it funny. “So does this mean…” I said, and then realised that she might not know what had surprised me so much. How much would Ffrances have told them? She probably would have kept it to herself. After a second, I settled on just asking “Did Ffrances talk to you?” I’d told Ffrances that I wanted Spike to be a girl more, so that I would be more comfortable. So it might have seemed only natural that she would tweak my responses, so that could happen more naturally. Making me think of Spike as a girl whenever she dressed the part. She might not even have told Spike what she was doing; might have let her think it was her own idea. Tess thought I meant talking about the movie we would be watching today. I’d told Ffrances that I had a treat for her, but not what it actually was. Spike realised that I meant the dress, and said that it was all her own idea. Well, that was entirely possible. Or maybe this was something that she’d been talking with Ffrances about for longer than I had realised. Still, I didn’t want to explore the idea any further, not in front of Tess. If she realised that I’d been trying to push her girlfriend towards something like this, she might have been pretty upset. Of course, it was clearly working. But I still wanted to ensure that Spike changed mentally, rather than just her clothes. I didn’t know if there was anything I needed to say about that right now, but I figured it was as good an excuse as any to separate the two, so that I could catch Tess on her own before the movie started. “Can I talk to you for a second before we start the movie?” I asked. Spike nodded, and it seemed that Tess was quite capable of serving up all the food that she’d made by herself, while we waited for Ffrances to get here again. I took Spike aside into the hallway, so that we wouldn’t be in the way while Tess was setting out whatever she was offering us for lunch. “I just…” I mumbled, not quite sure what I needed to say. And then a totally trivial question distracted me: “How does that dress actually fit you? I mean… Tess barely comes up to your chin.” “I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “I mean, I think it’s supposed to reach past your knees, but for something like this, I don’t think it makes that much difference. But how does it look? I mean, I think I look kind of silly at the moment. I should probably pay more attention to the facial hair if I’m going to keep this up. But you seem more comfortable, I think?” “Yeah,” I nodded. “I think I can blame Ffrances for part of that, at least. I think she’s done something to make it easier for me to think of you as a girl. It’s the kind of weird surprise she’d think was funny.” “That doesn’t sound too… I mean, wouldn’t she ask you about that first? She seemed to be really, really serious about getting consent for everything.” “Well, yeah,” I said, wondering if I actually had the courage to admit something so personal. “But Ffrances is… Well, I call her Mistress. And she knows that she has permission to do whatever she wants in my head, if she thinks it will be good for me. Or fun. But that’s something she’d only even consider once we’d already been together nearly two years. Once she knew me well enough to have a good idea what I’ll be comfortable with. It’s not like something you just dive into easily.” “Well, if you’re happy with it…” she said, and gave a little shrug. “Hope it helps you to be more comfortable with my presence. But I’m surprised you couldn’t just ask Ffrances to help you take those worries away. Seems simpler, doesn’t it?” “I asked her about things like that in college,” I answered, hoping I didn’t have to go so far into it. “It’s not healthy to cover up old trauma. That stuff can cause lasting damage unless you’re really careful. That’s why so many people use different coping mechanisms. Like the way Tess can escape from responsibility a bit through littlespace. Ffrances will help us to make those headspaces more accessible, and feel more real, but it’s not good to directly play with the serious stuff. I think?” “I think I understand that. So like, you see me as a girl?” “Not completely,” I had to reassure her; even though it was taking some effort to remember that she was really a boy. “But enough to make it easier. Maybe if your mannerisms were a bit more… You know? I actually wondered if you might be interested in using hypnosis to see yourself as a girl as well. The same way you did for the regression thing. But I know that’s a big thing to ask for, and Tess is likely to tell me I should learn to compromise. But if it’s not such a big deal to you, maybe I could suggest it. To see if that makes a difference, I mean. It might be fun to try something a little different, rather than always sticking to the same headspace Tess is exploring.” “Well, I’ve not got any problem trying it,” she said with a smile. “I’ll mention it to Ffrances. Maybe experiment a little with the clothes, see how much we’ve got that will fit me.” I cheered on the inside then. If Spike mentioned it to Ffrances, then it would seem like her idea. Even if she said that she was doing it for me, Ffrances could read a lot into that. Especially if I could plant the right ideas in her mind up front. I would suggest to Ffrances that I thought Spike might be one of the trans girls who I’d heard so much about in the news lately; the request would seem to support it even if she gave an excuse. And if Ffrances could help push her towards being a girl full-time, she couldn’t be Tess’s boyfriend. There would be nobody standing in the way of full regression for my little girl. But I didn’t say any of that. Because even if I had to think through all the steps to help Tess realise she was a baby at heart, it still made me sad to see a girl who’d fled her abusive stepfather having to borrow clothes. “Maybe we can take you shopping,” I said. “Get you some dresses of your own, so you’re not having to borrow from Tess all the time. And if you’re up for it, maybe we could get you a bit of a makeover. New hair style, some makeup. Maybe it’s a dumb idea, but it’ll help you look a bit girly. And I bet that’s the kind of thing you couldn’t even experiment with, with the people you’ve had around you.” She nodded, and gave a nervous smile. It was something she’d do to try making me more comfortable, I was sure. Maybe she was even curious about looking pretty. But it would make it so much easier for Ffrances to believe my diagnosis. And, I had to admit, teaching a young girl from a broken home all about makeup and fashion seemed like a pretty good way to spend a day out. “That sounds like fun. I’m always into learning new things. But, you know, it might be a bit weird going out to the shops. I wonder if I could find something to wear that won’t make people think… I mean, something more androgynous, I guess? Is there a way to make you comfortable around me without other people staring?” “I’m sure I can think of something. But I also think I heard a key in the door a few minutes ago, so I guess Ffrances is here. So, movie time! And thanks for being so understanding. I really appreciate it, and I’m sure Tess will be impressed too.” Spike headed for the lounge to make sure everything was ready, while I took a moment to take a bathroom break. While this movie was going to be so much longer than the actual released version, I thought that it would be good if I didn’t have to excuse myself so often. And just as I was coming out, I saw Tess coming towards me. This would be perfect. I stopped to lift the DVD out of my bag, so we would be a few steps farther from the lounge when she reached me. I didn’t want to be overheard. “Hey, Tess,” I said. “Everybody ready now?” “All eager to start. I’ll be with you in two minutes, okay?” She gestured towards the bathroom, just in case I hadn’t picked up the obvious hint “Sure. It’s hard to believe something so plain looking is next year’s big blockbuster. It’ll be a long one, though. Think you might need some protection?” “Trying to diaper me?” she said, and forced a laugh. I could tell that she was worrying about it, and I didn’t want her to have any stress. “Seriously, Gabby. I want to be an adult today. It’s going to take a lot of brainpower to get everything out of this movie, I bet.” “Okay,” I said. “Just teasing. But you’re going to surprise yourself by having an accident at the climax of the movie. Right?” “Yeah,” she said, and turned back towards the lounge. I still couldn’t get over just how powerful Ffrances’s hypnosis had proved for her. Maybe it was because she had those recordings now, to make sure the words were always being strengthened. Or maybe it was because she was so desperate to get the full effects of those suggestions. But I could be confident now that Tess would find some excuse not to relieve herself until the movie ended; because she had no way of knowing whether she would need to pee again when the credits rolled. And the surprise suggestion meant that she would do whatever seemed necessary to make sure she could have an accident at the specified time. As she went through to the lounge, I decided to return via the kitchen, and picked up the last tray of drinks. I hesitated a second when I thought about giving Tess something a little extra. The diuretics were right there in the medicine cupboard, in a little bag that Tess thought belonged to Ffrances and vice versa. But I wasn’t eager to make Tess uncomfortable. She would already be pretty desperate, making sure she drank enough to make sure she could have an accident, and then having to hold it for maybe an hour longer than she had expected. She might even be visibly desperate, but she would refuse to relieve herself because her subconscious mind was aiming for an accident at the end. Whether she could actually hold it that long or not, I was confident that we would see her squirming or something before the show was over. And in the circumstances, her refusal to excuse herself would be all I needed to convince Ffrances that Tess was doing this deliberately, and that she clearly wasn’t mature enough to be in control of her own regression. I decided that it was better not to overdo it at this stage, and left the box of pills untouched at the back of the counter. Then I picked up the drinks, put the DVD on the tray beside them, and swept into the lounge to treat my family to a very special experience.