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I read 6 chapters now and gotta say: Gabby is crazy as fuck and the spelling of the name Ffrances makes me crazy, I dont know why this grinds my gears so much😄. But so far I really like the story. I'm always in at stories with crazy characters. -
"But honey you said you missed him and wanted to video him when you woke back up?" I say walking behind you. As ypu enter your room not answering me I follow you. "Ok so I guess you and me can talk about the placement test you missed today. Why didn't you tell us? I'm all for giving you a skip day but princess this is big and counts against you missing today." -
I felt like writing something cute and sweet. I tried to make it gender neutral, for the most part. I've been trying to get more into writing. Would love feedback, if there are any opinions. Belonging Today had been hard. You’d put your all in, and gone the extra mile, and it still hadn’t been enough. You were drained and exhausted, and it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. Right now, the main thing you wanted to do was get into littlespace. You couldn’t just yet; there were still obligations and responsibilities. You still needed to put your adult mask on, and do what the world required of you. But there wasn’t much left to do, and soon everything was done. You entered your room; your blissful paradise. It matched practicality with your desires. The walls were painted a gentle cream color. No murals or the like, even though you would have loved those. It was still a space others needed to see, so you couldn’t have the Winnie-the-Pooh themed environment you would have had otherwise. You had a duvet with a deep blue duvet cover. Again, not the babyish one you wanted, but it was a compromise. It had been bought from the kids’ section, but was more aimed at teens, with patterns dedicated to video gaming. It reminded you that you didn’t have to be “big” in your room, even if it wasn’t as little as you would have liked. The most “little” thing you had in plain view was your three favorite stuffies. They had a dedicated space on your bed, and they always would. Even when you weren’t in deep littlespace, hugging one of them was always a way to make you feel better. You wanted to put your little clothes on, but you didn’t have that in you, just yet. Your body started heading to your bed, almost automatically. You picked up your favorite of the three bears, Cuddles, holding him as close to you as possible. You gave him a tight squeeze, bringing him up over your face, to block out the world, and to just lean into his soft and cuddly fur. You felt your shoulders go down a little, some of the tension releasing. You moved the other two to be right next to you; making it so that their arms were over you, like they were hugging you, rather than you hugging them. You just lay there for about a minute. A single tear made its way down your cheek; you didn’t bother to wipe it away. You started telling Cuddles and the others about your day. How you’d done everything just right. How it had all been going to plan, until everything just suddenly crashed down. Yes, they were just teddy bears. But they felt like much more. They felt like the people you could say anything to, and be heard and understood. But Cuddles really didn’t match the formal clothes you had on. The clothes that were required for the outside world, but they never felt like you. It was a performance, but they didn’t belong here, or on you. Sometimes, you wanted to be big. But not right now. The clothes came off one by one, you did this delicately. You neatly folded them over your chair, until the only thing you still had on were your underpants. This was the one indulgence you’d allowed yourself earlier. Because they weren’t “underpants”. They were training pants. For the little one you knew you truly were inside, even though you couldn’t show it to the outside world. They were dry, which felt like a victory, even though it made no sense. See, I can use the potty like a big kid! They were a reminder that you could be both big and little; and that you made the rules for yourself. The world didn’t have the right to tell you who you are, or how you were supposed to see yourself. But right now, it wasn’t training pants you wanted. They were a great in-between, but right now, there should be a diaper around your butt. You only had cheap medical grade ones, but those were good enough for now. You got one of the plastic pieces of perfection from the dedicated diaper shelf in your cupboard. You’d already fluffed it, and the softness in your hands already felt wonderful. You knew that it would pale in comparison to the feeling with the padding around your waist. It was hard to put on a diaper slowly. Once you got it out, your instinct was always to try and get it on you as soon as possible. You plopped the diaper down onto your bed. The powder was sprinkled haphazardly. You positioned your bottom right onto it, letting out a slight moan as you felt the softness. This wasn’t the first diaper you’d put on, but it was still quite new to you. You rushed getting the diaper taped up. Everything felt just right, both with the diaper, and with the world. Standing up, you allowed yourself to shake your padded butt, and let out a giggle. It felt like Cuddles and the other stuffies were looking at you approvingly. And they were right to approve. This was you being true to yourself. If it hadn’t been so cold, you would have been happy to just stay in your diaper. And yes, you loved saying that. Your diaper, not the diaper. You felt your face move into a smile that you knew wouldn’t go away as long as you were aware you were padded. You loved how the waistband went slightly higher over your stomach, and the tiny crinkle as you waddled. Yes, waddled, not “walked”. Your shoulders did a little shiver. You knew part of it was happiness, but part of it was from the cold. Sighing, because you wouldn’t be able to keep your diaper on display, you got out your footed pajamas from your cupboard. You loved each little step it took to get to them, with your diaper rustling. I’m gonna be a teddy bear like my teddy bears! There were upsides and downsides to the pajamas. Yes, you couldn’t see your diaper. But it was comfy and cozy, and definitely not something that someone Big would wear. It was something a little one like you was expected to wear. And you could play dress-up! And it also meant you could clip your pacifier, so it would be right with you. And it would keep your diapie right in place properly, making it hard to forget you had it on. Your paci was soon in your mouth, and you were sucking contently. You blended in with your teddy bears: you were the biggest of them in terms of physical size, but you felt littler than them. The plan was to color and maybe play with your toys, and watch a show. But your eyes were already droopy, and the paci and stuffies and diapie made it so hard to keep your eyes open. You were cradling your bears, trying to ignore the bed covers that felt too big for you, the boring room decorations, and everything that was a reminder of who you were supposed to be, but that always felt like a chore. I dun wanna sleep, was the last thought you had before dreamland took you. *** Cold air hit you first. And then a sense of indignation. “Hey!” You shouted, or at least tried to. It came out more like a grunt, as you still had your paci in. Your diaper snapped back into place. It felt quite different from when you’d gone to sleep: soggy and squishy, but still wonderful. But that was scary. I’m not a bedwetter. But maybe you were? You reached out for Cuddles, wanting some reassurance: Only to find that he wasn’t in your arms. Also, the sheet felt wrong. It was still soft, but there was a plastic rustling noise. The bed felt way too solid for you to be on a mattress. Your eyes started slowly peeking open: the first thing you saw was a grinning cloud painted on the wall: a tiny, blue figure that seemed absurdly happy. With that, you opened your eyes widely, coming straight to attention. You were on the floor, in a nap mat. You saw your name sewed on to the mat: it took you a moment to actually parse the letters. It was Winnie-the-Pooh themed, with a grinning Tigger the most easily identifiable character. It smelled a little like pee, but you didn’t mind. Of course your diapies sometimes leaked. That was normal for a little one like you. Next to you, you saw your teddy bears in their own nap mats. The two bigger ones were stretched out, snoring a little. They had no pacifiers and the clothes that they were wearing (or at least what you could see of them) looked like preschool clothes. Bright T-shirts, and their legs weren’t really split apart enough for them to be wearing a diaper. Cuddles was asleep, sucking his thumb. It seemed normal to you. Of course, your teddies would be in daycare with you. Of course you would be in daycare. Why would it be any different? You felt a little embarrassed about having had your diaper checked, but it didn’t really bother you. It was just that the cold air had woken you. Not that you were too sad about that. It had been a terrible nightmare you were having. No wonder your diapie was so soggy. “Changies?” You asked around your pacifier. The diapie felt great, but it was starting to get a tiny bit cold and itchy. But you didn’t want to take your pacifier out either. And you didn’t need to. “Of course, kiddo. Sorry for waking you,” the daycare worker ruffled your hair, and gave your bum a slight pat. You giggled happily. She took your hand, and you walked together to the changing table. You were a little bit confused: it seemed that your hands were the same size. You didn’t think she’d be able to pick you up. But that also didn’t seem like a problem. But your brain immediately made it make sense: Some little ones are just bigger than others. And you saw your cubbie, with your diapies in, and a change of clothes. Inside the cubbie, it looked like there was the footed sleeper you thought you’d fallen asleep in. You wondered what you were wearing at the moment. A grin reached your face as you looked down. You forgot you’d been playing dress-up earlier! You were in clothes that a Big would wear, when going to Big School. It was a school uniform, complete with a tie and shorts. Shorts that were getting darker by the second. Your diapie was leaking on to your Big clothes! That wasn’t fair. You wanted to show that you could be Big. Even though you knew in your heart that you weren’t. You were about to start crying, and the teacher noticed. She took stock of the situation immediately. Your paci had fallen out your mouth, and she popped it back in. You started sucking automatically. Your shorts were gently pulled off; you let it happen. “Someone needs a new diapie, don’t they?” You blushed and nodded. You hated when your diaper leaked, but you couldn’t help it. And that was fine. Wet and leaky diapers were just a fact of life. You got onto the changing table. You didn’t need to be carried there, or asked to sit down. You’d done this a bajillion times before. But that didn’t make it less special. A diaper change always felt good, and a diaper always felt wonderful. “Such a good little one!” You wanted to melt in happiness. You loved being good. “Do you wanna try and take your diapie off yourself? I know you can do it.” You shook your head rapidly. No. Cuz if you started changing your diapers yourself, maybe they’d think you were ready for potty training. And that was a one-way ticket into sadness. “Didn’t think so,” the teacher giggled. She started tickling you right under your ribs with one hand, and started undoing the tapes with the other. You couldn’t stop laughing. The change went quickly: one second you were in a soggy diaper; the next you were in a clean one. And one that looked so much nicer than the one you were in before. The old one looked boring; the new one had little pictures of Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends. And felt like the kind of thing you should have been wearing. It was softer, thicker, and more comfortable than the other one, too. No shorts were put on after the diaper, and that was perfectly fine. You liked being able to see your diapie. You liked being reminded that you were a little one. You were ready for an afternoon of playing and having fun with Cuddles and your other friends. You were right where you belonged. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Evelyn smiled and hug Tony back, she always appreciated her brother as he always looked out for her and was there for her especially when her boyfriend left and she was left as technically a pregnant teen, he was there to her when Evelyn was forced to give up her daughter because of their parents pressuring her and he was there when Evelyn wanted to track down her daughter and when she found out Valeria was still in the orphanage and about her condition Tony was there to give her encouragement on adopting getting her daughter back. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
90. My Volunteer Tess had wet herself again, so I changed her quickly. She seemed to be embarrassed and didn’t appreciate any teasing about how little she was now, so I didn’t push it. My main objective here was to get her comfortable with being a baby, and make her admit to herself how much she wanted it. I waited while they opened the last of the presents; I didn’t think there was much else in there to hold the little ones’ attention, but I knew they were going to get excited about every little thing they unwrapped. When they looked back on today, it would seem like a constant parade of fun and games, and I was sure they would have loved every minute. This was going to convince Tess more than anything, I thought, and I hoped that after this she would find it much harder to argue with me about how much she enjoyed feeling childish. It wasn’t long before they had them all opened, and I was already thinking about what to treat Tess to next. We’d thought about this a lot; all the different parts of Christmas that children loved so much. And the next big one was the Christmas specials on TV, things that were designed with a huge, overblown morality story about the real meaning of Christmas, or the importance of friendship, or something like that. In an era where everything was available whenever, those shows weren’t limited to Christmas day anymore, but I thought that Tess would just be old enough to remember watching something seasonal on scheduled broadcast TV when she was younger, complete with commercials. So I’d recorded a cartoon about reindeers on Christmas day, complete with the continuity announcer wishing everyone season’s greetings. I didn’t know if she would be old enough to even notice the effort I was putting into making today perfect, but I knew that it made it seem more real to me. And even if she didn’t see it, on some subconscious level it would remind her of the days when she’d really been so young and carefree. Every little detail could matter. “Would you like to watch the Great Reindeer Dive?” I asked. Ffrances cheered, of course she did, even if I wasn’t sure that she remembered our plan now. And Tess seemed optimistically curious. So I told them it was a special cartoon for Christmas, and if we missed it we wouldn’t be able to watch it again until next year. I pressed play on the PVR remote, but I didn’t turn the TV on yet. That particular device wasn’t quite so modern, so it didn’t know if we were actually watching. In a minute or two I would turn the TV power on, and we would catch the very end of the previous show, adding to the impression that this wasn’t something we had complete control over. Anything to make it feel special. I suggested that they would be little enough to be excited by it, as well. They wouldn’t be able to guess the plot in advance, and they would be amazed whenever something happened in the story. They were so small that every little twist would feel like it came out of nowhere, and they would be so proud of themselves for understanding the moral of the story. Tess smiled, nodded, and agreed that they would both feel that. I felt a little bad for Ffrances, and hoped that she wasn’t distressed by having her intelligence damped down like that. But this was something that I needed to do for Tess’s sake, and right now I couldn’t help Tess to feel those things without Ffrances experiencing it too. It would have been so much easier if I were in control, and I knew I would have to insist on that next time. And this time, I could be sure that Ffrances wouldn’t stop me. This was the kind of situation nobody would allow herself to be put through more than once. I was just about to turn the TV on when Tess interrupted. She had something she wanted to say, and she looked so very serious when she said it. I didn’t want her to feel serious, and I immediately knew this was something I would need to be concerned about. But I didn’t have anything I could do to help her calm down right now; she would have to consent to any triggers, and I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be willing to do that. If there was any of her adulthood coming back, I had no way to stop it unless I could make her have an accident, and even if it worked I was pretty sure something like that would make her realise I’d triggered her. This was why I needed to be properly in control. Still, after today I could only hope that my girlfriend would stop deferring to the little’s every whim and do what was best for her instead. “You like me being a baby,” Tess said, and I really didn’t know what to make of it. “You want me to be littler.” And while that was true, she seemed to have missed the fact that all this was for her benefit. I just wanted her to be happy; she was such a natural little, and she would be much happier once she admitted it. Was there something wrong with me enjoying it too? I tried to explain, to remind her of how much she was enjoying herself, but she didn’t really seem to be accusing me of anything, so I wasn’t so sure where this was going. And then she said it: “I wanna use the potty. Like a big girl. Can you tell me not to have an accident until I go potty?” I was confused for a moment and murmured platitudes while I tried to make sense of what she was asking. And then I realised that she must have triggered herself to lose bladder control. She’d decided that it would be better to have accidents like a baby, without me needing to trigger her each time. But now I’d told her to be excited about using the potty, and allowing herself to feel like a complete baby was getting in the way of that. I could understand that; she might have different little ages to change between until she found the one that fitted her naturally, and she was still learning exactly how her headspaces fitted together. But what could I do, if she’d already made herself too little to hold it? This was another downside of her holding back control and not giving it to me. “Say the magic words, please?” she asked, and I really wanted to. But for all my speculation, I had no idea if that would actually work when it wasn’t bedtime. I said as much to her, and she giggled. “No, it does. I asked Ffrances to change it.” Even in a childish accent with a half-lisp, those words startled me. She was right, of course. A torrent of memories came surging back, and suddenly it all made sense. I had already tested the triggers in the daytime, to see if they would still work. To see if the vagueness in the actual trigger was enough to let an overnight accident trigger be used during the day. I’d gotten results; never anything concise, but enough to let me think that it was actually helping. I remembered that now; and realised that for the last couple of weeks I had suddenly gone back to acting like I had no idea at all, even when I’d been sure it had worked. When I listened to my secret recordings of Ffrances doing a hypno session with Tess, I had realised that she changed the wording. I had needed to watch it several times before I saw the difference, because I’d already been pretty sure that daytime triggers would work. But this time, Ffrances had said outright that we could tell Tess to have an accident, or not to have an accident, at any specific time night or day. She’d taken the unintended flexibility of the trigger and made it a deliberate change in how it worked. When I realised that, I must have known immediately why Tess had asked for the change. She’d wet herself during the day; which meant that some of my past experiments had worked. Maybe telling her once that she would have an accident on the way to school, or that she would lose control if that creep tried to kiss her. I certainly hoped it wasn’t the latter. But in any case, she had wet herself and then decided that she needed help from a trigger to keep her dry. She’d asked Ffrances to organise that, and of course she’d obliged. That should have made me so happy; it made everything so much easier for me. But I guess that Tess must have been shy about her daytime accidents. It was easy to imagine that she would have asked Ffrances to keep it a secret from me. And so when Ffrances had found me eavesdropping, she’d used my own hypnotic triggers. Specifically the anti-spoiler suggestion she was so proud of. She’d told me that I wouldn’t realise that Tess’s triggers worked during the day, and that I wouldn’t be able to see or remember any evidence pointing towards that fact until Tess chose to tell me about it. Even though she’d been pretty vague in her explanation, it didn’t matter. Tess had told me that the trigger not to wet would work during the day, and that had unlocked everything my subconscious mind already knew about that situation. I knew it all now, and I wouldn’t have to forget any longer. I could make Tess wet any time, any place; until she was so used to being a baby girl that she didn’t know how to think adult thoughts. But right now, while she had asked, could it be better to give her what she wanted, and let her avoid accidents for a while? She had said she just wanted to use the potty, and that was pretty childish. If she begged me for permission, and wanted it so much, then it was bound to have an influence on her. And if I gave her what she wanted, she would be grateful for the trigger. That could only make it easier for her to accept my suggestions in future. I would have to now how important using the potty was for her; if she would be really upset if I denied her help this time. It already made me feel like a heel, when she had told me just what I wanted to know. But I had to understand better whether this was her insistence on being a big girl talking, or just the craving that I’d given her to use her new training potty. “If you want me to do more baby stuff…” she mumbled, and I was suddenly paying attention again. “Like laugh at cartoons? Or forget colours? But please, pretty please, I really wanna go potty.” I couldn’t hide my happiness then. It was perfect. She would do anything to use that potty, because that was the trigger she had agreed to before finding out what it was. And it even tied into her irrational desire to be an adult sometimes. Being a big girl was important to her, so I could use that. She would do whatever I asked if I just let her use the potty once. On top of confirming how her trigger had changed, it seemed like everything I could have dreamed of was coming true today. I asked her if I was sure. I told her that using the magic words before she was ready could be weird. If I stopped her wetting her diaper by telling her she could hold it, she might find that the childishness transferred to something else instead. She could even mess her diaper, because she was too focused only on not wetting as she headed towards her goal. And I could tell that worried her a little. But she wanted to use the potty. She really did, more than she had wanted anything. And if becoming a little stinker later in the day was the only way I’d help her, she was willing to go there. I told her that she’d be so excited about being able to hold it once that she would lose control again afterwards. After she used the potty, every time she had an accident she would poop in her diapers as well. And she agreed to that, and triggered herself. I couldn’t believe it, she was actually willing to be a full baby for me after so long protesting. All she asked was that I tell her not to have an accident before using her potty. She repeated the trigger words “I am that little,” and I knew that she was helpless now. For the rest of the day her accidents would be messy if she needed to go at all. And I considered whether to give her a reprieve. But I knew that having her trust me was important. So I told her that she wouldn’t have an accident until she had managed to use the potty. She thanked me effusively, so delighted at being granted something so childish. Her enjoyment, as much as the events she had agreed to, convinced me that she was my baby now.
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