Diaper References

There was a story where a magician like man did change stewardesses who refused to wear a diaper on the flight per the airline's dress code at the time.  The name of that story was "Safety in the Skies" or something like that. I can no longer find it either. I am hoping that they are the same story and that someone else knows where to find it.

THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW! To read the second half of this story, you can do so RIGHT NOW at the $10 or higher tiers! Judy is a young punk and petty criminal. She's looking to score big and she thinks she knows where she can do so. The old mysterious house, the one rumours circulate and kids tell scary stories of, seems like a prime target.  Judy has heard that the the woman living there is a recluse, that no one ever sees her, and that means she is isolated. Judy just knows there must be valuable stuff in there that is ripe for picking. What she finds is a lot different than she imagined. Soon she is helplessly trapped by Lucinda, a woman older than Judy could possibly imagine, and who claims to be a vampire. For Lucinda, this is an interesting situation, a young woman breaking into her home represents a potential boon for her. For Judy, it is just the start of an ordeal that threatens to change her for good. What will she become? Only Lucinda and her old friend Jessica can say... Though you can be assured it involves diapers! This is a vampire story that doesn't follow ALL the rules of vampires. Nonetheless, it is a 15,000 word story about a woman being made "useful" for a vampire and becoming a most unusual thrall for her. ---  Writing is my only source of income. I am so, so grateful to anyone who supports me and my work. It is only with your generous support that I can keep writing and posting as much as I do. If you would like to support me, and have the means to do so, a $5 subscription on Ream or SubscribeStar gets you early access to every single update I post. At $10 you get the early access plus 30+ exclusive stories ONLY available on Ream and SubscribeStar. There are more tiers and rewards on both pages. Both sites get the same content. https://reamstories.com/create/elfy https://subscribestar.art/elfy ---  The Thrall By Elfy Judy peeked around the edge of the fence as she chewed on her gum. It seemed perfect. A juicy fruit ripe for the picking. She owed some people some money, and this job seemed likely to get her enough to make it all and more. A big score that would ease her worries for a while or at least let her go on a bender for the week. If she was honest with herself, it was more likely to be the latter than the former. A massive old house with very little activity, the curtains nearly always drawn during the day and yet open at night with the occasional light shining out, it was the only way to know someone lived there. It was probably some super-rich elderly person sitting on their hoard of money until they croaked. Judy would be almost doing a service to redistribute some of it. A modern day Robin Hood. The house was like an old manor. It was at the end of a long drive flanked by gardens that seemed uncared for. Judy had been casing the place for the last week, looking for people going in and out. There was almost no activity. Even the postman hesitated to walk through the gate, practically running up the drive and back again whenever he had a letter. During the day it looked like any other large house, but at night it somehow seemed much creepier than its neighbours. As Judy sat in her car on the opposite side of the road, watching it, she sometimes felt as if it was watching her back. Judy had heard about the house from Jessica. The hairdresser was one of the few people who saw Judy’s money who wasn’t a loan shark or a bartender. It was Jessica who cut and styled Judy’s hair, it was because of her that Judy sported a short pixie cut in a bright pink colour. It was funny, the hairdresser had always had very traditional values on pretty much everything, which always meant she was usually silently judging Judy, when cutting her hair. “You really should grow your hair out.” Jessica had said at one haircut, “You’d look very pretty. What if I dyed it a lovely blonde or black instead of… pink.” Judy had just laughed and asked for the short pink haircut that it seemed to pain Jessica to give her. Judy watched in the mirror as her hair was styled, smiling to herself the whole time at how she was going against what society wanted for her. She lived her life in a way that suggested the more she did to piss off everyone around her, the better it was. She didn’t much care for other people and got a kick out of every old conservative-type who looked at her and frowned. Aside from the short pink hair, Judy had a nose piercing as well as gauges in both ears. She frequently wore androgynous clothing and liked to keep people guessing. The twenty-four-year-old wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress, she much preferred jeans and a t-shirt, preferably with a jacket over the top that was half-covered in badges of bands she liked. The one thing she didn’t have was tattoos, but maybe that would change if the score tonight was big enough. At Judy’s last appointment to get her hair dyed again, she had been sitting in a chair and waiting for a seat in front of a mirror to free up when she’d overheard Jessica talking to a different customer about her friend. Apparently, Jessica’s friend was a lonely old woman, someone who didn’t get a lot of visitors and didn’t leave the house all that much.  Judy had been listening very closely when Jessica said she was going to visit said friend after work. Once Judy had gone through her own appointment, she came up with a plan. She sat in the café across the street from the hairdressers and waited. At five o’clock, she saw Jessica leave the building. Weirdly, she was carrying an open umbrella despite the setting sun showing that there was little, if any, chance of rain. Judy followed Jessica and then got in her car to tail the hairdresser. That was how she had ended up casing the house. Having seen it, she was sure there would be stuff inside that was worth an awful lot of money. Money she was sure she would make better use of than the old woman living there. “Time to go…” Judy muttered to herself. It was late at night, the street was silent, and all the lights inside the house were turned off. Judy knew that it was as good a time as any to get in, grab the stuff, and get out. She pulled herself over the fence and instinctively ducked down, waiting for just a moment to see if anyone had seen her. When there was no sign of alarm, she started to creep forwards towards the large house, staying on the grass to minimise noise. This wasn’t the first house she broken into. Judy wouldn’t say she was an expert, but she had a certain confidence in what she was doing. Once at the porch, Judy gave the door a little push. To her amazement, it was unlocked and creaked ever so slightly as it swung open. Leaving the door unlocked? Whoever lived there practically deserved to be robbed. It was like an invitation to everyone else to go in and take what they wanted. “Unbelievable.” Judy whispered to no one in particular. Judy stepped inside. The entrance lobby was large with a staircase on the left leading up to a landing that was barely visible in the darkness. On the first floor, Judy saw multiple doors leading off into different rooms.  She paused and looked around, letting her eyes get used to the darkness. It was difficult to know where to begin though the first-floor rooms were likely to be the safest since it could be assumed that the old woman was asleep upstairs. Judy lifted her foot and took a single step. The moment her shoe touched the floor again she heard a creak from behind her. She spun around and stared as the door that had just swung itself open now closed. Judy had no idea what had sparked it happening, she certainly didn’t feel a breeze or anything that might’ve caused the door to move. A chill air seemed to envelop Judy as she walked further into the building. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, her instincts telling her to run away. She wasn’t a wuss though; it would take more than a couple of spooky things to scare her away from a big score. Once she found the valuables, she was sure she would quickly forget any silly feelings of being anxious or scared. As Judy walked through a doorway, into what looked like an old-fashioned dining room complete with table draped in laces and brass candle holders, she heard another creak behind her. She spun around and shone her flashlight but saw nothing but the darkness. “Relax…” Judy whispered to herself. Judy still hadn’t seen anything worth taking. The house appeared lived in, but there was a lot of dust on a lot of the surfaces. She tried several more rooms and saw nothing to take. She was getting frustrated. Back in the lobby she considered going upstairs, but as she put her foot on the bottom step, she heard another sound, she turned around expecting to see nothing, and let out a scream of surprise… --- Lucinda stood at the window. It was wonderfully dark night, the air so still that it barely moved the lace curtains in front of her. She would normally be out on a night like that, hunting maybe, if her stocks were low, otherwise visiting acquaintances who dare not go out during the day for too long. That night, however, Lucinda was looking down into the long font yard that connected her house to the street. In particular, she was watching the young woman with short hair creeping up towards the front door. Lucinda twirled some of the strands of her long blonde hair around her finger as she smiled. The girl wouldn’t have been visible to most, but Lucinda’s enhanced senses tracked her, even from this distance she could smell the girl’s blood. “Who are you?” Lucinda whispered to herself as she saw the girl reach the front door beneath her. The intruder must’ve been either very brave or very stupid, that was for sure. It wasn’t a totally unknown experience for the local kids to trespass on her property, usually daring each other to get close to the strange house. Lucinda enjoyed giving them a little fright every now and then, but this was the first person to come right up to her door. Lucinda turned away from the window and moved silently, glided almost, to the landing. Her figure wouldn’t have suggested she could be stealthy. Tall and slim, but with a heaving bosom, she certainly turned heads whenever she was seen, especially by men, but that wasn’t a regular occurrence. Indeed, there hadn’t been a man in her house for almost seventy years, and it could hardly have been said that he had remained by choice. Lucinda looked down the stairs. The darkness provided her complete cover as the intruder looked around. She had a backpack and a heavy bag with her. A thief then, someone who saw the old house as an easy target, a person who hadn’t been turned away by the rumours humans often whispered to each other as they passed. As the girl, in her early twenties if Lucinda had to guess, moved deeper into the house, Lucinda started her way downstairs. Moving as silently but swiftly as the wind, she kept to the shadows and watched the young woman as she moved from room to room, spinning anxiously several times, but never seeing Lucinda, she was too quick to be seen if she didn’t want to be. She was sizing her up, deciding what to do with the human. The woman was cute; there was no doubt about that. Lucinda came from an age where femininity was something very specific, and everyone complied, which was maybe why she so appreciated those who threw off those shackles. The dyed pink hair, cut relatively short, the dark, almost masculine, clothing. The piercing in her nose that glinted occasionally in the darkness as the spooked woman looked this way and that, hearing the things that went bump in the night but never seeing them. Lucinda started considering whether she would let this one leave. Some of her friends had companions and there was no doubt about the benefits. They required a little upkeep, to be sure, and the positives were obvious. They could be so much fun. Lucinda licked her dark and cold lips as she remained in the shadows, watching as Judy made her way back towards the entrance hall. Lucinda had made up her mind. As the young woman looked to the stairs, Lucinda glided forwards. The smell of the woman’s blood was almost overpowering, a fresh meal, and a potential source of even more in the future. She deliberately made a little noise, just enough to get the clearly spooked woman to turn around. The young punk’s pupils dilated, and her eyes went wide as she suddenly screamed before slipping backwards and hitting her head. “Well, not exactly what I had planned.” Lucinda said to herself as she hovered over the woman, “But it’ll work.” Lucinda picked up the intruder with ease and started carrying her to the door under the stairs. Candles lit as she passed by and guided the way down into the basement. --- Lucinda opened a cabinet and pulled out a fresh IV bag. She carefully attached it to the tall metal stand next to her, making sure that there were no punctures, she couldn’t allow any of that precious deep red liquid to spill on to the floor. From behind her she heard struggling, her guest had woken up to find herself strapped to a bed in the centre of the basement, right below the only light in the room. A human wouldn’t be able to see the walls from where the bed was sat, Lucinda knew that. Without supernaturally good vision the edges of the room would appear pitch black thanks to the position of the light. The leather straps holding the girl down creaked as they were tested, but they held. Lucinda continued with her work. Her hunger was growing, and she didn’t want to lose control. “Help!” The woman screamed. Her panic was delicious, “Let me go!” Lucinda ran a tongue over her bottom lip. She could hear the increase heartrate, practically feel the pulse through the air. Blood, fresh from the source, was so close, so intoxicating. Lucinda worked in silence as she attached the clear plastic tubing to the bottom of the IV, a needle at the bottom and she was all ready. “You really are making a lot of noise.” Lucinda said as she stepped forwards out of the shadows. She wheeled the IV stand next to her. The girl’s head snapped to the side to see Lucinda stepping slowly forwards. There was fear in her eyes as they went back and forth from the IV stand and the woman moving it. She started pulling on the leather cuffs that held her wrists, ankles and chest down to the mattress. She didn’t have much more than an inch to move in any direction. “W-What are you doing?” The punk asked. She was wincing against the light. It wasn’t too bright, but after her bang to the head she must’ve been still adjusting. “Don’t worry about that. You just lay back and relax.” Lucinda replied. “Like hell I will.” The girl pulled against the restraints and screamed for a full minute before going limp, seemingly exhausted. “Finished?” Lucinda asked. “Please… I’m sorry I broke in…” The girl said quietly. Fear was flooding through her veins, Lucinda could hear it in her voice, “Please don’t kill me.” “Kill you?” Lucinda was appalled at the thought, “What do you take me for?” The girl was quiet. She didn’t seem to know what to do or say. Lucinda continued to check the equipment and make sure that everything was sterilised. She was aware that the punk’s eyes were studying her, trying to work out her intentions. “W-What do you want from me?” The girl finally asked. “Your blood.” Lucinda replied simply, “What’s your name?” “Judy…” The girl said. The colour had drained from her face. “Well, Judy, don’t worry about a thing.” Lucinda smiled at her young woman on the bed. Her blonde hair falling over her ears, “I haven’t done this in a while, but it’s like riding a bike, you never forget once you’ve learned.” “Why do you want my blood?” Judy asked in a scared voice. Lucinda studied Judy’s face as she worked out the best answer. Some humans could get ever so anxious when informed of the truth, and all those stress hormones tended to make the blood taste a little too bitter for Lucinda’s liking. Judy looked tough though, perhaps she could handle the straightforward truth. “My name is Lucinda… and I am a vampire.” Lucinda said. Judy stared at Lucinda. Her mouth was hanging open; she started to laugh. Lucinda watched as Judy let her head drop against the pillow and laughed so hard it was causing the restraints to creak. Her eyes were closed. “Right, right… Of course.” Judy’s laughing subsided. She opened her eyes and looked up to the ceiling, “You’re crazy.” “I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, I’ve had a lot of names, I’ve not been called crazy before.” Lucinda lifted up the needle that was to go into Judy’s arm at the elbow. She could see the veins underneath the skin and was tempted to forgo the IV entirely, just satisfy her hunger without regard to the woman in front of her. “I don’t care what you THINK you are.” Judy said, “Let me go. Let me go and we can forget this ever happened.” “I can’t do that.” Lucinda replied, “Sharp scratch.” “Huh? Ow!” Judy exclaimed. Lucinda punctured the punk’s skin with the needle, pushing it into the vein. She adjusted the valves and a second later, there was a deep red line working its way up the long tube to the IV bag. Lucinda licked her lips as Judy watched the blood leaving her body with horror. The humour she had found in the situation hadn’t lasted long, as soon as the shock wore off, she must’ve realised the position she was in. “I can’t let you go because I’ve told you who I am.” Lucinda stated as she watched the blood starting to enter the IV bag, “Humans don’t tend to like us. There’s usually pitchforks and flaming torches involved.” “You… You can’t do this.” Judy said, “You’re not a vampire! They don’t exist!” Lucinda decided that she was already in for a penny, she might as well go in for the pound too. There was no way Judy would be leaving her house, letting her know the truth might be better for her in the long run. She leaned over Judy’s face, taking the woman’s chin in her hand. She saw the way Judy recoiled from her cold touch. “Look into my eyes.” Lucinda instructed. Judy seemed to try to look literally anywhere else for a few seconds until her eyes finally locked with Lucinda’s. Lucinda silently told the punk her age, showed her snapshots of her life and experiences, she knew they would flash up in Judy’s mind like intrusive thoughts, ones that Judy herself would be unable to get rid of. The woman strapped to the bed tensed against her bindings but couldn’t look away until Lucinda blinked and stood up straight again. Judy was left panting on the bed. She was looking pale, and it wasn’t all because of the blood loss. “You…” Judy gasped, “You’re a… Vampire!” “I know.” Lucinda replied with a smirk. Lucinda watched the news sink into the punk. Judy’s expression flashed between disbelief and horror. It was never easy to find out that the thing you thought was just a story told to scare kids was real, and that you were totally at their mercy. Lucinda was relatively young when it came to vampires, but she was impossibly old to Judy despite her looks that had remained pretty much unchanged from the night she was turned. “Oh God… Please don’t kill me or anything! I’m so sorry I disturbed you; I don’t want to be a vampire!” Judy stuttered and begged as she pulled on the restraints on the bed. She looked at the blood running out of her arm and into the IV bag, perhaps for the first time grasping that Lucinda was collecting her lunch. “Judy! I’m shocked you think I would do that!” Lucinda shook her head with an affronted expression, “What do you think I am? Some kind of monster?” Lucinda didn’t need to be able to read minds to see that Judy did think she was a monster. She made the decision not to take offense, to understand that this was all a terrible shock to the woman tied to the mattress. Lucinda had never turned a human. One thing all the human’s silly movies and books got wrong was the assumption that every vampire bite would turn the person into a vampire themselves. It took a little more than that, a conscious effort from the vampire, otherwise you were simply taking your meal from them. “I’m not some uncivilised creature of the night.” Lucinda said with a shake of her head, “You humans are always so prejudiced, so ready to assume the worst about the “other.”” “I thought…” Judy started. “You thought wrong.” Lucinda replied. She reached down and stroked Judy’s hair. She could feel the girl’s forehead was a little clammy but was unsure if it was because of fear or the blood loss. Probably a mixture of both, “I’ve never turned anyone, and I don’t intend to start now.” “Then… what do you want with me?” Judy asked. Lucinda smiled down at her and then looked up to the IV bag. It was quickly filling and it was almost irresistible. The blood seemed to call out to her, she could smell it, feel it, and practically taste it already. She had to resist the primal urge to rip the bag open and drink it all, to drain Judy of even more blood. She knew that giving in to those base desires could quickly end up with her draining young Judy dry and proving the human’s fear correct. She had to hold back. With the IV bag basically full, Lucinda turned the switch and stopped the flow of blood. She unhooked the IV bag and paused as a drop of the red liquid ran down one of her long pale fingers. She brought the digit up to her lips and licked it clean, the taste almost orgasmic. She threw her head back and smiled. “Type AB.” Lucinda said, “My favourite. Such a rich and full flavour.” Lucinda almost had to laugh at the horror on Judy’s face. She was still getting used to the situation she found herself in, probably still thought there was a hope she might one day leave. Lucinda walked over and pulled out another IV bag. She hooked it up and opened the valve to allow more blood to start filling it. Judy looked on nervously, she was increasingly getting weaker which was exactly what Lucinda wanted. A nice little blood bank, providing the delicacy that she craved. “Don’t worry about a thing.” Lucinda said, “I’ll look after you.” “It’s too much!” Judy suddenly piped up with panic, “I’m feeling… dizzy.” “You can do it.” Lucinda replied softly, “Just one more and then you can rest.” Lucinda waited. She expected Judy to have more questions, to maybe start shouting and screaming, but the punk girl remained silent. Her eyes initially darted around the room, frequently stopping on Lucinda, but eventually she stopped. Lucinda saw that her eyes were half-closed, and she was only just about conscious, a sure sign that the vampire had collected all she was going to get for the moment. She turned the valve and disconnected the blood bags. “Rest.” Lucinda said. She leaned down and kissed Judy on the forehead. Judy let out a barely audible whimper as Lucinda stood up. She turned and waled to the stairs, almost gliding up them and out into the hallway. The blood would go straight to the fridge; she wanted to savour it all. --- Lucinda went back downstairs after she had woken up the next evening. She went straight to the fridge and poured herself a glass of Judy’s blood. She lifted it to her face and inhaled deeply. She preferred her blood warm, but she wasn’t going to wait. She tipped the glass back and let the taste of iron wash over her tongue. It was as glorious as she remembered the previous night. As soon as Lucinda had finished her drink she headed down to the basement. Judy was much livelier than she had been when Lucinda had last left her. She saw Judy lift her head as she came down the stairs, her eyes widening in fear. No doubt the poor girl had been hoping it was all some horrible nightmare. “Good evening.” Lucinda said pleasantly as she turned at the bottom of the stairs and walked into the room, “I trust you had a good rest.” Judy didn’t reply. She simply stared unblinkingly after Lucinda as the vampire moved about the room. In her haste Lucinda hadn’t done some of the basic steps that she should’ve done on the first night, in her excitement at her new food source she had been too hasty to get the blood. She went over to the drawers and collected a fresh blood bag along with a pair of scissors. She could see Judy tense up when she approached the bed. Judging from the marks on Judy’s wrists and ankles, she had spent at least some of the day struggling against the leather straps that held her down. “Relax.” Lucinda said as she put the bag on the IV stand. She didn’t open the valve yet; Judy was still looking a little weak. “Y-You could let me go…” Judy blurted out. Her eyes didn’t look away from the scissors, “I swear I won’t tell anyone about… about you.” “I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.” Lucinda replied. “I promise!” Judy tried desperately. “It just isn’t enough.” Lucinda frowned sympathetically, “But don’t worry. I’m going to take great care of you.” Judy whimpered as Lucinda brought the scissors forwards. She knew the poor girl was worried she was about to be cut open or stabbed, Lucinda wasn’t insulted, she understood that Judy must’ve been scared out of her mind. She would learn that things were better this way though, sooner or later. Lucinda sliced through Judy’s clothes until she was naked from the front. She tugged the remnants of the unseemly outfit away. None of it would fit what Lucinda had planned for her charge. It would all be thrown out later. Lucinda collected a fresh blood bag from the cabinet and attached it to the IV stand. Judy looked at it rather hopelessly, Lucinda stroked her hair. She replaced the needle and then slipped it into Judy’s arm, finding the vein and the flow of delicious blood. It started to flow along the clear tube. “You can’t keep taking it all…” Judy protested as the IV bag began to fill, “I’ll die!” “Hush, I would never let that happen to you.” Lucinda shook her head, “I’m going to take great care of you as you’re trained.” “Trained? What do you mean?” Judy asked with scared eyes. Lucinda smiled down at Judy and stroked her hair lovingly. She turned and left the basement without another word, leaving Judy calling behind her with panic in her voice. She didn’t tell Judy that the food the young woman would be eating was specially put together to make a human produce more blood. An ancient recipe handed down from vampire to vampire. It would more than make up for what Lucinda was planning to take. Right then though, there was nothing to do but wait for the blood to collect. Lucinda went back to her kitchen and poured herself a second glass of Judy’s blood. She sipped it slowly as she walked down to the hallway and into the living room where her relatively ancient rotary phone sat. It was so seldom used, most vampires enjoyed their solitude after all. At least Lucinda did. She knew there were gatherings, but she tended to shy away from them. Now though, she had someone she wished to talk to. “Hello.” Lucinda said when the other end of the line was picked up. “Lucinda, dear, is that you?” The voice replied, “My goodness, how long has it been?” “forty-six years and eight months, give or take.” Lucinda said, “I believe the last time you visited it was to mark the fiftieth anniversary of you turning me.” “My goodness, you’re not still sore about that are you?” The voice chuckled, “You really know how to hold a grudge.” “Yes, Jessica… Are you still using that name by the way?” Lucinda asked. “I am. It hasn’t gone out of fashion yet.” Jessica replied, “Helps with my work, doesn’t scare the humans.” “I really don’t know why you continue to work.” Lucinda said. “Oh, it gets me out of the house.” Jessica replied with another laugh. Lucinda had a long history with Jessica. It was rather a love-hate relationship for her. It had been Jessica who had made Lucinda into a vampire all those years ago. Lucinda could barely remember herself back then, as a human, she remembered having a curiosity about women that most other people of her time would’ve been disgusted by. It was an interest she had never acted on, to do so would’ve risked being locked up, until the night she met Jessica. Somehow, Jessica seemed to know exactly what Lucinda had wanted. They talked, Jessica invited Lucinda back to her home, that night Lucinda laid with a woman for the first time and the last time as a human. She awoke in the middle of the night to Jessica’s teeth deep in her veins. Jessica always claimed she was planning to feed, that she thought Lucinda would remain asleep, that she had no intention of turning her until she woke up and screamed. It was at that point that Jessica decided she couldn’t leave. The transformation was hard. Lucinda was in agony for a fortnight as she made the transition. She had to die to be reborn as the thing that goes bump in the night, the story parents told their children to make sure they were good. Jessica stayed with Lucinda the whole time, she helped the transition by feeding Lucinda blood and moving her away from the sunlight. After the transition was complete Lucinda stayed with Jessica for a long time, learning how to be the vampire she had become. She had never quite forgiven Jessica for what she had done. She was the vampire Lucinda was closest too, and yet the relationship was complicated to say the least. “So, is there something you wanted?” Jessica asked. Lucinda was brought right back to the present. “I was thinking you should come over.” Lucinda suggested, “There’s someone you should meet.” --- Lucinda pulled out her laptop and turned it on as she sat at the kitchen table. She had never been very good with electronics, laptops were no exception, and she rarely interacted with it unless she was ordering something online. Instead of heading to her internet browser, Lucinda double clicked on a camera icon on the desktop. The old laptop took several seconds to load the program. Finally, a video appeared on the screen, a live recording of the basement from the camera attached to the ceiling. It had taken an age for Lucinda to set it up. The camera was slightly off-centre in the room, not quite over the old bed that her new friend was strapped to. With it being so dark in the basement with the light off the camera was equipped with night vision. A grainy green image that showed Judy, bound and naked, motionless except for head that seemed to whip from side to side, probably reacting to every little noise she heard down there. Lucinda smiled. There was a voyeuristic pleasure to what she was doing that she would be hesitant to admit to anyone. “Cute kid.” Lucinda froze up, just barely suppressing the urge to jump out of her seat in surprise. If her heart had still been beating, she could imagine the shock might’ve given her palpitations. She turned her head to see Jessica in the corner of the room. How long she had been there was anyone’s guess. “It really is rude to do that.” Lucinda said as she pulled out the chair next to her and invited her fellow vampire to sit down. “I’m old, I need to keep myself sharp.” Jessica smiled wolfishly as she sat down. She looked closer at the screen, “Huh, I know her.” “You do!?” Lucinda frowned. “I’ve cut her hair. Always very rude.” Jessica shook her head, “Never lets me make her into a nice proper young lady. She insists on that ghastly pink.” Jessica was older than Lucinda, but only by fifty or so years. At two-hundred-and-ten years old she was a young woman in the circles that Lucinda knew. Many of the vampires she’d been in contact with were twice that age at a minimum. The woman had been turned a little later in life, she appeared to be around fifty, but she wore it well. She hadn’t aged a day since she had been turned, just like Lucinda, and so she remained attractive despite their rocky history. “Her name’s Judy.” Lucinda said, “And she’s not a kid. Don’t be gross. She’s twenty-four, I caught her breaking in last night.” “She’s a pretty one alright.” Jessica said as she leaned closer to the screen, “Have you turned her?” Lucinda stared at Jessica long and hard. One thing the older vampire lacked was tact. She shook her head and turned back to the screen. It seemed Judy was going through another bout of screaming for help, though the sound didn’t carry up from the basement and the camera was muted. “I’m keeping her.” Lucinda said casually. She spoke with fondness as if it was about a stray cat that had wandered in out of the cold. “Ooh, a thrall.” Jessica raised her eyebrows, “It’s about time. I’ve warned you about being cooped up in this place alone, you’ll go a little strange.” Lucinda ignored Jessica’s comments and stood up. She went over to the fridge and took the blood bag out. She took two glasses and filled them both up before bringing them back to the table. Jessica, in the meantime, had pulled the laptop closer and using some buttons Lucinda didn’t know about zoomed in on Judy’s panting body. “I know you have more experience than me.” Lucinda said as she placed the glasses on the table and sat down, “So I was hoping for some advice.” “You want to know what sort of thrall she could be?” Jessica guessed. “Yes.” Lucinda replied, “I was thinking domestic servant but… I don’t know, it seems incredibly dull, you know?” Contrary to popular believe amongst humans there were actually many different types of thralls and each person tended to be better at different aspects. That was why Jessica had been called in, she was an expert in knowing how best to make the human flourish in her servitude. “Are you sure you don’t want to turn her?” Jessica asked hopefully, “She looks delicious. Once you turn one, it’s hard to stop yourself. The power is incredible, the feelings… it’s better than sex!” “I’m sure.” Lucinda replied firmly. This certainly wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with the very person who had turned her. “You should consider a therapist, dear.” Jessica tutted, “I feel like you have some issues you need to resolve.” “Just…” Lucinda closed her eyes and calmed her mind. She wasn’t going to let Jessica get under her skin. “Alright, alright… Let’s see what we’re working with.” Jessica said as she pulled out a pair of glasses. Lucinda rolled her eyes. Jessica had perfect vision. Better than perfect, in fact. It was enhanced just like all her other senses. Lucinda sat back in her seat and waited whilst Jessica examined the camera feed. Lucinda had no idea how Jessica did it, but she was like a thrall whisperer. She had an uncanny ability to just look at a human and know how best they could serve their master. Now her expert eye was on Judy in the basement, her eyes roving up and down her naked body. “Ooh, you’ve got a rare one.” Jessica eventually mumbled without taking her eyes from the screen. She spoke about Judy as if she was a trading card. “Rare?” Lucinda repeated. “Definitely.” Jessica chuckled, “I haven’t seen one since nineteen-sixty-one.” Jessica fell silent. She continued to observe Judy as the strapped down girl started another round of pulling on the restraints. She seemed particularly agitated by something. Lucinda grew impatient. “Well?” Lucinda asked, “Are you going to tell me?” --- As Jessica began explaining what she saw to Lucinda the screen of the laptop went unnoticed. Judy pushed it away from her as she started to talk and Lucinda stared at her in surprise that deepened with every word. It was a shame that neither were looking at the camera feed. Judy’s struggles seem to grow to a crescendo as she called out for help and struggled with all the strength she had. The blood loss took a lot of the oomph out of her efforts and a tear rolled down her pale face. Had either vampire been looking at the screen, they would’ve seen Judy go suddenly silent and still. They would’ve seen her close her eyes and sob as a dark puddle started to spread between her legs, soaking into the mattress and spreading out. They would’ve seen Judy tears falling like the drops of urine that dripped on to the floor in the otherwise silent darkness. --- Lucinda stood at the front door and watched Jessica leave. She had left behind instructions and several bags that she had produced from who knows where, all Lucinda knew was that she left the room and a minute later was back with what she needed. Lucinda kept looking out into the garden until Jessica’s form disappeared into the darkness. With a sigh she closed the door, deep in thought. It seemed absurd. Lucinda had certainly never heard of a thrall or companion who was, in Jessica’s words, a “Little.” How the visiting vampire had looked at the cameras and seen anything like that from Judy was a mystery. The spiky punk girl seemed like she would be anything but receptive to what Jessica suggested. Lucinda couldn’t rule out the possibility that Jessica had deliberately given her bad information, but it seemed unlikely. As much as their relationship was complicated, Jessica had never steered Lucinda wrong before. Lucinda walked back down the hallway, picking up the bags Jessica had left, and opened the door at the top of the stairs to the basement. Her senses, sharpened to a supernatural level, felt Judy suddenly stilling. She paused for a moment and then made her way down, turning on the light at the bottom. She looked into the centre of the room where the young woman was still restrained, her skin very pale, and the IV bag bulging from the blood taken. Lucinda licked her lips as she walked around and closed the valve stopping the blood flow and collecting the bag of blood. Judy seemed to be only semi-conscious. There was a sheen of sweat all over her. The poor thing was struggling from the blood loss. Lucinda stroked her hair. With Lucinda’s supplies filled, Judy wouldn’t have to worry about blood as much. The vampire would still be taking from her, of course, but she didn’t need a lot of blood to keep her going and would only need to take a couple of bags worth each week. That was as long as Lucinda could hold herself back, something easier said than done with how delicious Judy’s blood was proving to be. “You poor thing…” Lucinda said softly. Lucinda’s eyes trailed down Judy’s naked body to her crotch. The puddle was unmissable, she had noticed it when she had first come in, but now she gave it her full attention. She sauntered down to the foot of the bed and watched as a few drips of urine fell to the floor. “You’ve had an accident.” Lucinda said. It was a statement of fact, something that was undeniable. It was hard to tell how much Judy was taking in. She was awake and her eyes were following Lucinda, but she didn’t have much more reaction to her. She must’ve been exhausted. Lucinda stared down at her for a couple of minutes and ran through what Jessica said in her head. After working it over in her mind she decided it was worth a try. “I just need you to lay still for me.” Lucinda said. Judy wouldn’t have been capable of moving even if she hadn’t been so tired. Lucinda lifted her bag on to the bed and started rummaging through. She pulled out a packet of baby wipes and opened them. This was all something she was quite unused to. She pulled out several wipes and pressed them down against Judy’s crotch. The strapped down woman gave a little start but otherwise stayed still. Lucinda cleaned Judy the best she could in the circumstances. It was never going to be perfect, but it would do for right then. She noticed after several swipes that Judy was squirming slightly. Jessica had told her that would be a good sign, it would show she was somewhat receptive. Though how much Judy knew about what was coming was debateable. Reaching into the bag again, Lucinda pulled out a diaper. It was one of a few loose ones that Jessica had left her. She looked at it herself a little before lowering it towards Judy. The thick padding inside felt soft and fluffy as she ran her fingers against it, the plastic on the outside incredibly smooth. When she looked from the diaper to the woman in front of her, she felt a warm feeling that seemed to start at the fingertips holding the diaper and moving up her arm and throughout her body. Was this the sense that Jessica got? The feeling that told her what she was doing was right? Lucinda smiled as she unfolded the diaper and laid it open between Judy’s legs. The girl moaned slightly, still only half-aware of what was happening, as Lucinda gently cupped a hand under her butt and lifted her a little. The diaper was slid underneath Judy and she was lowered back down again. “What’s… Who…” Judy moaned. “Shh, it’s alright.” Lucinda said softly, “The next few weeks will be difficult, but you don’t need to worry. I’ll look after you.” Lucinda wasn’t sure how much information Judy’s drained body could absorb. She opened the small tub of powder left by Jessica and sprinkled it over Judy’s private parts, taking a moment to lovingly rub it in to the skin. The front of the diaper was pulled up and taped closed. Stepping back, Lucinda couldn’t help but smile. She had to admit that Judy certainly looked very cute. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.” Lucinda said. She leaned down and kissed Judy on the forehead before unhooking the IV bag and taking it upstairs. ---  If you enjoyed this and want to see the second half of the story along with the 30+ other stories ONLY available on my subscriber pages at a $10 or above pledge you can do so at either of these links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mvwzaa9z25f00c https://subscribestar.art/posts/2764697

Cheryl needs to call with an unexpectedly early clothing availability and an automobile security solution on hand when they go for a fitting.

Hello everyone, I'm looking for a story; I think it's set on a plane, probably with a magician, and there were three women who were enchanted by him; I'm no longer sure if it was stewardesses, it's been a while since I've read it.

Chapter 139 The next morning unfolded in a blur of sunlight, splashing water, and that soft, early‑day quiet that always feels a little magical. I glanced over at Betsy and saw her still curled under the blankets, breathing slowly and deep. She looked so peaceful that I hesitated, wishing I didn’t have to disturb her. But if we were going to make it back to the cabin by ten, we needed to get moving. I gently woke her, brushing a hand over her shoulder. Hey, kiddo… time to get up. We’ve got to get a fresh diaper on you and get you dressed so we can head into town. She blinked up at me, bleary‑eyed and thoroughly unimpressed. A tiny groan escaped her as she burrowed deeper into the blankets, making it very clear she was not a fan of being woken up this early. I had just gotten Betsy’s plastic pants on when Terry came walking in. Good—you two are up and moving, she said, sounding relieved. We need to leave soon. We’ll be ready in less than ten minutes, I told her. I just need to finish getting Betsy dressed. Then I added, could you make a bottle of milk for her? Something she can drink on the way into town. Yeah, I can do that, Terry said, already turning toward the kitchen. Then she paused, gave me a quick once‑over, and smirked. By the way—you should get dressed too. I just smiled at Terry as she headed out the door. When she was gone, Betsy looked up at me with that mischievous little grin she gets when she’s feeling bold. You sure do like showing that thing off, she teased. I raised an eyebrow at her. Oh really? It’s your fault? She folded her arms, trying to look serious but failing miserably. How is it my fault when you’re showing it off. I laughed. Uh‑huh. Didn’t you say you enjoy seeing it too? She hesitated for half a second, then shrugged with a tiny smile. Okay… that part’s true. After I finished getting both of us dressed, we headed out to the kitchen. Terry was standing at the stove, warming Betsy’s bottle. As soon as it was ready, she turned and said, “Alright, let’s go. She grabbed Betsy’s diaper bag on her way out and headed toward the car. Betsy followed her, rubbing her eyes, and held out her hands. Can I have my bottle now? Terry shook her head gently. You’ll get it once you’re in your car seat. Let’s get you buckled first. Betsy let out a frustrated little huff, clearly not thrilled with the arrangement, but she didn’t argue. There wasn’t much she could do except shuffle along toward the car. When we reached the car, Terry set the diaper bag on the back seat and then crouched down beside Betsy’s car seat. She guided Betsy into it with practiced ease, tightening the straps and giving them a quick tug to make sure everything was secure. Betsy watched her with sleepy impatience, her foot tapping lightly against the seat. Once the buckles clicked into place, Terry handed her the warm bottle. Betsy grabbed it with both hands, and before Terry even had the door halfway closed, the bottle was already in her mouth. The sudden quiet that followed — the soft, rhythmic sound of her drinking — filled the car with a kind of early‑morning calm. We pulled onto the road, the trees blurring past in streaks of green and gold as the sun climbed higher. About halfway to town, I glanced over my shoulder. The bottle lay empty beside her, and Betsy had slipped into that dreamy, half-awake state where she absentmindedly sucked her thumb, her head resting against the side of the seat. I looked down at her shorts and saw a problem. Her shorts had ridden up a little as she shifted in her seat, and her diaper was showing though the leg opening of the shorts. Not much I could do about it now, though — we were already well on our way. When we pulled into town, the first stop was an easy choice: Betsy’s favorite café. The moment she recognized the street, her eyes lit up. Are we going to the café? she asked, already perking up. Yes, I said. If I didn’t stop and get you a blueberry muffin, I’d never have heard the end of it. That earned a sleepy but satisfied grin. Terry opened the back door and helped Betsy out of her car seat. As she lifted her down to the pavement, she did a quick, practiced diaper check — subtle, almost automatic. She’s a bit wet, Terry said quietly, but she doesn’t need a change yet. I nodded, appreciating the heads‑up. With that settled, we headed inside. The café door chimed softly as we stepped in, and the familiar smell of warm pastries and fresh coffee wrapped around us. Betsy perked up even more, her earlier grogginess melting away as she spotted the display case full of muffins. We took our time picking out muffins—well, Terry and I did. Betsy made a beeline for the display case, pointed straight at the blueberry muffins, and had hers halfway eaten before we even sat down. Crumbs were already scattered across the table, and she looked perfectly content with herself. After a few quiet minutes, Terry brushed her hands off and stood. Alright, she said, let’s go see what kind of swimsuits they’ve got at the clothing store. Sure, I said, gathering our things. And off we went. Betsy walked a few steps ahead of us, swinging her arms and humming to herself. Even from behind, I could tell she’d used her diaper again—the way her shorts sagged just a little and with a bit of her diaper showing gave it away. I leaned closer to Terry and kept my voice low. I’ll change her before we head back to the cabin. Terry nodded, not missing a beat. Good idea. Let’s get our shopping done first. I don’t know what it is about women and buying swimsuits, but it took Terry a solid twenty‑five minutes to make up her mind—and the funny part was, she ended up choosing the very first one she’d picked up. She held it against herself and gave me a look. I’m not going to look like an old woman now. I studied it for a moment and nodded. No, you won’t. It was the same style of string bikini our moms wear when they keep them on, and the realization made her grin even wider. There was something almost nostalgic about it, and she seemed pleased with her choice in a way she didn’t even try to hide. After we paid, we stepped back out into the sunlight and started toward the car. Terry swung the bag with the swimsuit lightly at her side. We need to make a run to the grocery store, she said. My mom gave me a list of supplies we’ve got to pick up. Alright, I said. Let’s get it done. When we stepped into the grocery store, Terry pulled out the list her mom had given her, already scanning it like she was on a mission. We moved through the aisles quickly, grabbing everything we needed—snacks, drinks, a few basics for the cabin. Betsy trailed along beside us, occasionally pointing at something colorful on a shelf but mostly just taking in the bustle of the store. It didn’t take long before Terry folded the list and tucked it back into her pocket. Alright, she said, sounding satisfied, we’ve got everything. Let’s check out. Not quite, I said. She paused mid‑step and looked at me. What else do we need? I said, ‘Follow me and I’ll show you.’ Terry raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, falling into step beside me as we headed down the aisle. Betsy trailed behind us, distracted by the bright packaging on the shelves. We turned into the aisle where the razors were stocked—rows of brightly colored handles, refill packs, and shaving cream lined up neatly. Terry glanced around, then back at me with a curious look. Razors? she asked. Okay… what exactly are we getting? I called Betsy over to us. Hey, why don’t you go down to the end of the aisle and pick out a new pacifier for yourself? I said, keeping my voice light and cheerful. Terry and I need to pick out some razors she’s going to need. Betsy’s eyes lit up instantly. For her, that was practically the equivalent of being told it was Christmas morning. She gave a little gasp of excitement and took off—well, tried to take off. Her steps were more of a determined waddle than a run with as soggy as her diaper was that she had on. I just hoped that it wouldn’t leak before I had a chance to get her in a fresh one. I’d get her into a fresh diaper as soon as we were done here. Let’s grab what you need, I said to Terry, turning back to the shelves. I’ll take care of her before we head back to the cabin. Terry nodded, already scanning the options. Good plan. She’ll be happier once she’s is in a fresh diaper. We both glanced down the aisle where Betsy was carefully examining the pacifiers like she was choosing a priceless treasure. The sight made both of us smile. Terry was still scanning the shelves when she finally asked, Okay… why are we even looking at razors? I tried not to laugh. Because with that new swimsuit you bought, you’re going to need to shave your pubic hair. Remember? I don’t think you want to walk around with your hair showing out of the sides of your swimsuit, do you? Plus, out of all the women that are at the cabin you are the only one that has any pubic hair left. She blinked, then let out a small groan. Oh right. I completely forgot about that. She looked back at the wall of options. There are so many to choose from. I pointed to a set on the middle shelf. These are the kind your mom likes to use. Terry picked up the package, turning it over in her hands. Well, if they’re good enough for my mom, they’re good enough for me. She tossed them into the cart with a little shrug, like the decision had suddenly become obvious. Alright, I said, now you need to pick out a can of shaving cream you want to use. Terry let out a small sigh as she stared at the shelves. Why are there so many kinds? How does anyone choose? She looked genuinely overwhelmed, scanning rows of bright cans promising everything from ultra‑smooth to silky glide. It was almost funny watching her try to decode the differences. I reached for a familiar can and held it out to her. This is the one I use when I shave Betsy’s pubic hair. She likes it, and it’s got a nice smell. Terry took the can from me, turning it over like she was inspecting a rare artifact. Well, if it’s good enough for Betsy, it’s good enough for me. She lifted it to her nose and gave a quick sniff. And smelling nice is definitely a bonus. She dropped it into the cart with a soft clatter, looking relieved to have one more decision made. Honestly, she said, shaking her head, I didn’t realize swimsuit shopping came with homework. I laughed. Welcome to the club. Down the aisle, Betsy was still carefully comparing pacifiers like she was choosing the crown jewel of a treasure chest. The contrast between her intense focus and Terry’s razor‑aisle meltdown made the whole moment feel strangely charming. As we watched Betsy comparing pacifiers with intense concentration, Terry leaned closer to me. Is she… doing what I think she’s doing? I took one look at Betsy’s face — that distant, focused expression she always got when she was busy — and nodded. Yep. She’s making us a present in her diaper. Now watch what she does next. She does it every time that she poops. Betsy did her usual routine—pressing her hand against the back of her diaper to gauge how full it was. Terry blinked, then gave a small, resigned Ahh… okay. It’s fine, I said quietly. We’ll take care of it out in the car. She nodded, relieved to have a plan, and I could see her shoulders relax a little. Then she asks me if she does that very often and I told her that if there was nobody around, she does poop in her diaper. Your mom has changed many of her stinky diapers. Terry just said I didn’t know that my mom did that. I walked over to Betsy, who was proudly holding up a pacifier like she’d discovered buried treasure. Hey, kiddo, I said gently. You all done picking out your new pacifier? Yes!” she said, beaming. This one! I smiled at her enthusiasm. That looks really nice. Hand it to me so I can pay for it. Oh! She passed it over immediately, like she’d forgotten that part of the process even existed. "‘Good job,’ I said warmly, giving her a reassuring nod. ‘Now let me just check to see exactly how that diaper of yours is holding up right now.’  With that said, I turned her around right in the store aisle, reached down, and firmly pulled back both her shorts and the thick waistband of her diaper to inspect the damage. I looked straight over at Terry with a knowing, mischievous grin. 'Well, Terry, we definitely have someone with a seriously stinky diaper right here,' I announced plainly, as I let go of both the shorts and the elastic waistband, letting them snap back into place before giving her padded bottom a playful, affectionate pat. I looked down at Betsy and gave her a gentle nudge toward the front doors. 'Now, why don’t you go ahead and walk right out with Terry to the car? The second I finish paying for this and get out there, I will change that stinky diaper and put you right into a fresh diaper Okay! she chirped, already turning to trot toward Terry. Terry gave me a quick nod as she took Betsy’s hand, guiding her toward the exit. Betsy chattered the whole way, completely unbothered by anything. "I watched them go for a moment through the store windows—Terry steady and patient, Betsy bouncing along excitedly beside her.   "I just honestly hoped that they didn’t run into too many people along the sidewalk on the way to the parking lot, because as incredibly full and heavy as her diaper was right now, you had absolutely no problem telling from twenty feet away that she had a very full diaper. The heavy sag of the wet cloth was completely unmistakable. Plus, it didn’t help at all with being able to clearly see the thick white padding of the diaper visibly coming right out of the bottom of her short summer shorts. It was a completely obvious display of her nursery layout, but Betsy didn't have a single care in the world as she waddled along, entirely secure and happy." Turning back toward the checkout line with our cart, I took a steadying breath. Time to get everything paid for and catch up with them. As I pushed the cart forward, I passed the baby aisle and slowed almost automatically. The shelves were lined with powders, lotions, wipes, and all the familiar supplies we always seemed to go through faster than expected. I stopped in front of the baby powder, eyeing the rows of bottles stacked neatly in their pastel packaging. With Terry’s twin girls using it every day — and Betsy needing her fair share too — we’d been burning through the stuff at the cabin. The last thing I wanted was to run out with Terry and her two kids still here and need to run back into town just to pick up some powder. I reached out and picked up two bottles, weighing them in my hands for a moment before setting them gently into the cart. Better safe than sorry, I murmured to myself. It wasn’t on the list, but it was one of those things you only forgot once. I gave the cart a small push, feeling more prepared now that I’d grabbed them. With everything finally squared away, I turned toward the checkout lanes. The store was busy enough that the hum of conversations and beeping scanners blended into a steady background noise, but it felt oddly calming after the chaos of swimsuit shopping and pacifier hunting. Now I was finally ready to head to the checkout line and meet back up with Terry and Betsy. As I inched forward, my thoughts drifted to what was waiting for me out in the car. Betsy’s diaper had looked alarmingly full the last time I saw her, and the mental image of Besty and a messy diaper that needs to be changed, in the cramped back seat wasn’t exactly motivating. I could practically feel the warm, humid air inside the car already, the kind that makes everything just a little harder. But that’s what you get when you have a 20-year-old still in diapers. You take the bad with the good. Even the messy parts felt like part of the privilege of loving her. The line crawled. The store was far busier than I’d expected for that time of day—families with overflowing carts, kids begging for candy, someone arguing with a cashier about a coupon that definitely expired last year. The hum of chatter and beeping scanners blended into a kind of low-grade chaos. By the time I finally paid, bagged everything, and steered the cart back to the corral outside, I felt like I’d completed a small marathon. My arms were tired, my patience was thin, and all I wanted was a breath of fresh air before dealing with whatever diaper disaster awaited me. I headed toward the car, shifting the bags in my hands as I crossed the parking lot. The morning sun reflected off the windshields, making everything shimmer a little. I spotted our car a few rows over and started toward it. But as I got closer, I slowed. Something wasn’t right. At first, I thought I was seeing it wrong — maybe the angle, maybe the glare — but no. The closer I got, the clearer it became. I actually stopped walking for a second. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.