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Ch.5     Sometimes the littlest things in life can bring you the most joy. You don't realize how much you would miss something like, oh I dunno, *pants*, until you haven't been able to wear them in god-know-how long. So when I finally left the office and back towards the party, now wearing a pair of black sweatpants, I didn't care that the diaper bulge was still easily visible or that the plastic waistband was peeking out from the top of the pants. I was wearing PANTS! I was so happy I could cry.    I came toddling out back out into the living room and the first person I ran into was Garth holding a red solo cup. "Well hey there, darlin'!" he said cheerily.    "Hiya!" My enthusiasm was genuine. I didn't realize how much I missed being around people.    "I see Connor gave you something to wear, huh?" He said, reaching out and patting my hip to indicate my pants.    "Uh-huh! You have NO idea how much I missed pants!" It felt like such a silly thing to say out loud, but it was true!    "Sounds to me like they didn't take very good care of you in that shelter, huh?"    I shook my head, "It was awful..."    "Well, I might know something that could make it a little better." He then revealed his hand which I hadn't noticed he'd be holding behind his back. But my eyes went wide as saucers when I saw what that hand was holding:    A chocolate-chip cookie.    "Am… Am I allowed to have that?" It had been SO long since I'd eaten anything other than kibble, and the thought of having normal food--let alone a dessert--was almost enough to make me burst into tears right here and now.    "Well, I hadn't talked it over with Conner *exactly*, but what he don't know won't hurt him." He said with a wink, holding the cookie out to me.    I wasted no time snatching the treat from his hand and shoving the whole thing in my mouth. Oh. My. God. Real food was even better than I remembered it! Sweetness coated my mouth with such intensity, my eyes rolled back in utter bliss, and I didn't even care that Garth was standing there watching as I devoured his cookie with a starving rat.    "Mmmmmmm, you are officially my favorite person in the world right now." I told him, still borderline-delirious from my sugar-induced reverie.    "Well let's not tell Connor that either, darlin'." His hand reached out again, this time to ruffle my hair. It's funny; I had thought that having random people touching me whenever they wanted would be among the most-unbearable parts of being a Pet. But so far, almost every single touch anywhere on my body  seemed to send this unexplainable warmth coursing through my veins. I found myself wondering what it would feel like if this massive mountain of a man scooped me up into a great big bear hug.    "Is that a babygirl I hear in the hallway???" Mezra called from the living room.    "Yup," Garth answered, "Shall I send her your way?"    "Yes!!!" Her enthusiasm was palpable, even from the other room. I found myself feeling almost afraid of approaching her again, especially since our first introduction was far from gentle.    Garth stepped aside and gestured towards the living room, "Better go say hi before she starts tearin' up the place tryin' to get to you!"    "She… she wouldn't do that, would she?" I asked. Honestly, I'd rather not find out. Better to face the music willingly…    I shuffled past Garth and entered the living room, immediately being greeted by a seated Mezra squealing with delight "There she is!!!". I couldn't decide what was more unnerving to me: Seeing a grown adult react with the type of enthusiasm usually reserved for children getting ice cream, or the fact that her excitement was because of *me*.    I cautiously crept towards her, readying myself to brace if she suddenly lunged at me.    "See what you did, Mezra?" Eddie said from his chair, barely even glancing up from his book. "You traumatized the poor girl."    Rather than addressing him, she pouted up at me with mascara-lined doe-eyes, "Aww, did I scare the poor baby?"    "I uhhh…" I wasn't quite sure what the appropriate Pet-response was in this situation. On the one hand, yes, she very much DID scare me--still does, if I'm being honest--but telling her that was probably not the best way to endear myself to her. And on top of that, lying was a pretty big no-no for Pets, according to my training. "Maybe just a tiny bit?"    "I guess I did get a little carried away earlier, huh? How about we start over fresh, okay babygirl?"    I nodded eagerly, "I'd like that, ma'am."    She smiled up at me and swept her hands towards the couch she was sitting on, "You've had a hard day, why don't you take a load off on the couch with me, sweetheart?"    It HAD been a hard day, and the sun wasn't even down yet! "Okay!" I said, taking a seat beside her.    She gave me a funny look.    "Silly girl, Pets don't sit on furniture like humans do."    I tilted my head. Didn't SHE invite me up here?    She must've seen the confusion in my face, because before I could form a response she hooked a finger under my collar and pulled me over her lap, my training kicking in involuntarily and forcing my body to move where she guided me. "There, that's more like it."    It's a good thing I was too in-shock to respond, because I probably wouldn't have said something very kind or respectful. This woman has now forcefully maneuvered me twice this evening! For someone who supposedly liked Pets so much, you'd think she'd be a little more-    A gasp broke through my lips and all thoughts of protest evaporated immediately as she raked her long fingernails through my hair, down my neck, lightly scrapping across my spine… It was perhaps the most heavenly sensation I'd ever felt. If being petted by Garth had sent warmth through my body, this was like the sun exploding in my brain. Every ounce of tension left my body for probably the first time since arriving here. I was utterly paralyzed in Mez's lap.    "I think somebody likes that, huh babygirl?"    "Mmmphhh…." Was all I could manage with my face half-buried in the couch cushions.    "Awww, somebody DEFINITELY likes that!" She cooed down at me. I didn't care how humiliating the position I was in was. As long as she kept touching me like this, she could say or do just about anything she wanted to me.    Her hand travelled lower, gliding over my pants and feeling my padded butt underneath. "Why don't we just check the babygirl's diapy while she's here?"    Even if I *could* move or protest, I knew better than to do so. She unceremoniously yanked my pants down to my thighs, running her magic fingers over the padded bulk between my legs. "Oh yes, feels like somebody's gone pee-pee in her pampers, huh?"    Humiliation burned my cheeks, but not because I had indeed peed myself--that was normal for me--and not even from the humiliating way she announced it to the room--also normal. No, it was because Mezra's magic fingers didn't stop their good work upon discovering the state of my diaper. They dug into my warm, soggy padding in the most-maddening way I never would have considered possible. My hips bucked against her hand with a will of their own, and I just barely managed to bury my face completely in the couch in an attempt to suppress a lusty groan that burst from my lips. It wasn't my fault! Mezra's hands were like, possessed or something! I felt ashamed and powerless and very very… needy.    "Do you two need to get a room?" Eddie asked with an exasperated sigh.    "I'm just making sure little Kaity here is properly ready for her *daddy* tonight."    I made a noise that could only be described as a *squeak* at that comment. Suddenly finding my voice, I managed to stammer out "b-b-but he's married!"    "So? Why should that matter, babygirl?" Mez asked, her hand still absent-mindedly groping me through my diaper--my hips still involuntarily bucking against her hand.    Eddie spoke up again, "You forget that she was adopted early, so she probably wasn't instructed on such things." For the first time since I'd gotten here, he set down the book and gave me his full attention. "Having sex with one's Pet isn't considered infidelity. In fact, it's quite common for couples to adopt a Pet as a sort of 'marital aid' so to speak."    "W-what!?" My mind was racing now. I had taken comfort in the fact that Connor was married because I thought that meant I'd be safe from being *used* that way. Now they're telling me that, not only am I not safe, but that fucking your Pet when you're a married man is COMMON!?    My mind flashed back to the driveway; to the tension I had felt between Connor and Heather. They were very clearly going through… Something. Then there's that phrase Eddie had used: marital aid. Had I been brought out here to "fix" their relationship?    "Mez, what are you doing to my Pet?" My head immediately snapped up to see Connor casually leaning against the door frame on the other side of the room, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.    "Oh, just checking to see if your babygirl needed a change." She said, finally removing her hand from between my legs and pulling my pants back up over my diaper. I thought I would be relieved that I was no longer being molested in front of Connor and his friends, but evidently whatever Mez had teased me *just* enough to… awaken certain functions of my body that had gone heretofore neglected since my arrival here. A burning ache that I never thought I could possibly feel in the presence of strangers, had now taken up residence in the front of my diaper. It was like I could still feel her hand there… Did I *want* to still feel her hand there? Or did I want something *else* down there? That second thought only served to stoke the flames of my ache even more.    "Well thank you for taking an interest in Kaity's hygiene, but I just changed her before we came back here so she should be fine until bedtime."    Having my diapers so-casually discussed in front of me was certainly helping to cool my flames a bit. These people really did consider me the same way they'd view an infant.    At least.. In most contexts… Dammit I need to get my mind out of the gutter fast!    "Oh! I also learned something else about Kaity." Mezra said, and before I could begin to wonder what she would do next, I felt her fingernails in my hair once again. Immediately I let out a half-sigh/half-moan as my body once again went limp in her lap. At that moment, I didn't care that she had violated my most-personal space in front of everyone mere seconds ago. As long as Mez continued to pet me like this, she could do whatever else she wanted to me. "She REALLY likes being petted!"    "I can see that!" Connor said, still not moving from the doorway--evidently content to watch at the moment.    My half-lidded eyes caught a glimpse of a large figure appearing in the doorway from the kitchen. "Hey Mez, let Kaity up for a second. I got something I think she's gonna like." Garth said.    "Oh okay, I guess I can't hog the baby *all* night." Mezra said with a tinge of disappointment before disentangling her fingers from my hair. It was only then that my brain registered what Garth had said, causing me to nearly catapult myself off of the couch and over to him, "For me? Is it another cookie!?"    "*Another* cookie?" Connor said, raising an eyebrow.    Shit. Whoops. "I mean uhhh… The… Definitely first cookie I've been given tonight?" I gave Connor the most-innocent smile I could muster and hoped that it wouldn’t count as a lie--and thus being naughty--if I played it off as a joke.    The chuckle it gave him seemed to indicate I was right.    "Not this time, darlin'. I found something else in there that I'm pretty sure was intended for you." He pulled his hand out from behind his back.    A tennis ball.    I tried to hide my disappointment as I definitely would have preferred another cookie.    "Oh, did I forget to put that one away?" Connor said, "I grabbed a few different types of toys for Kaity since I wasn't sure what she'd enjoy."    "Well there's no time like the present to find out!" Garth said, holding the ball up high.    Great, I was gonna be expected to play fetch now? Somehow that might be more humiliating than the diapers. I really didn't want to-    He threw the ball.    My arms darted out to try to catch it as it zoomed over my head, but I missed it by mere inches! I swiveled around and my eyes locked onto the bouncing green orb. Everything else seemed to disappear in that moment as my body propelled itself across the room towards my target. It barely managed to bounce a second time before I snatched it out of the air and felt a surge of victory coursing through my veins!    A moment later, my awareness returned and I found myself on the floor on my knees and elbows, clutching a tennis ball in both hands while the sounds of cheering and laughter echoed around the room. Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized I really had just chased a tennis ball like a dog in front of everyone. I didn't even really understand *why* I did it! I just lost all control of myself the moment I saw that ball in motion.    Standing up straight and trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, I strode across the room, back to Garth, and dropped the ball into his open palm. "I did not know I was gonna do that…" I said sheepishly.    "Well let's see if it works a second time!" Garth said. Before any protests could form on my lips the ball was once again in motion and I was, once again, propelled by forces beyond my control to pursue it. This  time, however, my tunnel-vision registered a hand other than my own grasping the ball and I stopped about two feet short from colliding with Connor.    "Well that was close!" Connor said, "I thought for sure you were gonna tackle me to the ground to get this ball!"    Everyone was laughing hysterically at this point, and while maybe it was just the adrenaline, I couldn't help but smile as well, breathing hard from the sudden burst of activity. "You guys, it's not funny! I really can't control-"    Before I could finish, the ball was in motion again, sailing across the room with me close behind it. This time, long, slender fingers with black glossy fingernails grasped the ball and I came to a stop right in front of Mezra.    "Oh, were you looking for this, babygirl?" She said, holding the ball out towards me.    I think she wanted me to try and grab it? That seemed to be the game we were playing now, apparently. I held up a hand like a claw, poised to snatch the tennis ball from her hand. She grinned, locking her dark eyes with mine.    I swiped my hand at the ball.    … And completely missed.    I swiped again. She moved her hand out of the way effortlessly. I tried to fake her out with my right hand while I lunged at the ball with my left. She apparently anticipated this and deftly dodged me again. Dammit, how was she so fast?!    "Hey Eddie, you want in on this action?" Mezra asked, still managing to evade all of my attempts to grab the ball even while diverting her attention to Eddie. Now she's just showing off!    "Not particularly." He said, still reading his book, completely ignoring the struggle I was in.    "You're no fun." Mezra replied to him before tossing the ball over my head. I immediately swiveled around and raced after it. Some part of my awareness sensed as I passed through a doorway, which must've meant she had thrown it into the entry room rather than to another person. Yes! I was gonna get it this time!    My hands closed around my prize, but I didn't have much time to revel in my victory before my awareness returned to my body and I felt an immediate, urgent pressure in my gut. A quiet gasp escaped my lips as I, still crouching down on the floor with my ball, started involuntarily pooping in my diaper. Dammit, why now!? While I was no stranger to messing myself by this point, I usually wasn't forced to do it in front of other people. Could they see me from the living room? Maybe if I held really still they wouldn't know what I was doing?    "You alright in there Kaity… Oh." Connor said from the other room.    "Somethin' wrong?" Garth asked.    "I think Kaity is making a little 'present' for her Daddy." Mezra said with a sort of sing-songy sweetness.    I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But alas, the damage was done and all I could do was shut my eyes tight and try to hold back tears of shame as my body finished filling my diaper with a warm, squishy, humiliating mess.    After what felt like an eternity, I felt like I was finally done filling my diaper. Now I wanted nothing more than to go down to my bedroom and hide there until Connor came to change me out of this dirty diaper, but I knew that that wouldn't be acceptable Pet behavior. No, I had to go back in and face everyone… knowing that they all knew what I had just done in my diaper…    I stood up slowly, feeling the added squishy weight in my diaper shift with every movement, and gingerly stepped back into the room, my eyes fixed squarely at the floor as I felt like if I made eye contact with anybody I'd die of embarrassment right then and there. How in the world am I supposed to get through the rest of the night like this?    Not knowing what else to do, I waddled over to Connor and buried my face in his chest. I wasn't even quite sure what I was looking for--comfort? Reassurance? I just knew I needed... Him.    My owner placed a hand on the back of my head and held me against him, and immediately I felt calmer and more steady. "There there, it's okay Kaity." he said soothingly, "It's not your fault, you did nothing wrong. You're a good girl."    That trigger phrase caused me to shudder against him and attempt to burrow deeper into his chest. At that moment, I didn't care that my diaper was messy in front of other people. As long as Connor was here with me, everything would be okay.    Alright… I can do this. I took a step back once my body was no longer trembling. "Should I go wait in the bedroom for you, sir?" This was a slight gamble. I wasn't *technically* asking for a diaper change, which I knew for a fact was not allowed under most circumstances. I was just asking if he'd like me to go to my room and letting the reason remain unspoken.    "And why would you do that?" He asked, a challenging glint in his eye. Crap, he seemed to be wise to my game! I had to respond carefully if I wanted to avoid getting in trouble--let alone get a much-needed diaper change.    "Oh, I just assumed you would want to change me? So that the smell of my diaper wouldn't bother your guests." I hoped that by framing it as being worried for the comfort of his friends, rather than my own comfort, that it would still be considered good behavior.    Unfortunately, Mezra decided to weigh in on the conversation, "Nonsense, if we were afraid of dirty diapers we wouldn't have come to a Pet Warming parting."    "Speak for yourself." Eddie said, "Just keep her upwind from me."    I looked towards Garth to see if he had anything to add in my defense, or to my detriment. "You're not gonna bother me. I was kicked in the face by a mule as a young man--Took away my sense of smell and nearly sent me to the pearly gates."    "Welp, the majority has spoken, it seems." Connor declared, "Your diaper can wait until bedtime, Kaity."    I tried to keep the disappointment off of my face, but my shoulders did slump a bit. "Yes sir…" The sun wasn't even down yet, which meant bedtime was still probably several hours away… But if everyone else was fine with it, I guess I could probably bare it. Connor would make sure I didn't get a diaper rash or anything, I'm sure.    "Oh! The game is starting!" Eddie said suddenly, setting his book aside and grabbing the TV remote.    "Game?" I asked. Nobody had said anything about a game.    "Basketball." Connor clarified.    "You a sports fan, darlin'?" Garth asked me.    "I uhhh, don't remember…" It was the truth. I had no recollection of watching sports back in my previous life. "But maybe I can become one!" After all, there were many days and nights I spent bored in my cell where I would've killed to watch just about anything on television. Plus maybe I can start to learn to read a little bit during the game?    "I've got first dibs on the baby!" Mezra said excitedly.    I looked towards Connor, who simply gestured for me to go to her, "You heard her, Kaity. She called dips."    "Right… Yes sir." I waddled over towards the woman in black, stopping just in front of her as a sudden thought hit me like a ton of bricks. "Do you… want me in your lap again?" The thought of her doing… *That* to me again, with my diaper in its current messy state… It was almost enough to make me shudder.    "I said your diapers won't bother me, that doesn't mean I want your stinky butt in my face." I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, even as a blush tinged my cheeks. "But…" she spread her legs apart and pointed to the space between them, "There's a perfectly good spot at my feet for you."    Honestly, compared to what I'd been afraid she was about to do, I'd take it. "Yes, Ma'am." I said, easing myself down between her feet and, bracing myself for the inevitable, plopped my squishy butt down on the floor, managing to suppress a cringe.    Immediately her fingernails dug into my hair and I once again relaxed into her touch, even resting my head on her thigh and closing my eyes, the mess in my diaper completely forgotten.    Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad night after all?    

“Okay, I will come later and change your diaper before bedtime,” Annie shrugged. She even was amused by Kayla’s reaction. “The trip idea was good,” Annie turned to Fred when Kayla left. “I know. We often made trips in the past,” Fredy nodded, “However, Kayla liked them then.” “Now, she will consider it a punishment,” Annie sighed.

Love the story but is it finished?