Watersports

Aiko headed to the sandbox and joined Konyo. They kept playing while Rei was asleep. Before dinner time, Azumi carried Rei to the bedroom and put her in her crib.

Chapter 36 Gender… it can be a fluid thing… right? As we drove up to the house, Mommy pointed and spoke, “Oh there, on the front porch. Be a dear sweetie and bring that package inside?” I walked around to the porch, then carried the package in through the garage, following Mommy. She just pointed to the living room as she put her purse down, saying, “That’s Mommy’s little helper. In the living room with it sweetie.” As I set it on the coffee table and stood up, Mommy reached with a kitchen knife and slit the packing tape to open it. As she folded back the flaps of the box, she said, “Now be a dear, out of those awful big boy clothes. We need to try one on to be sure they’ll fit.” I blushed red for a moment as she pulled out the frilly party dress. Tammy’s dresses…. My dresses… And… And Mommy is taking me to a party on Friday in one of them… “Well come on… do as I said. Or do I need to go back to the kitchen and get the spoon? I told your mom that I put you over my knee sometimes, you want me to do that now?” she asked. I blinked and stopped my daydreaming. As I reached for the buttons on my shirt I stammered, “N…n…no Mommy. S….sorry.” As I was stepping out of my pants, leaving my clothes in a heap next to me, she was pulling out the yellow one that had “Mommy’s Little Angel” on the front. “Oh yes, this is cute. Not too frilly, but just the thing for Mommy’s little girl,” she said, admiring the puffy sleeves. She glanced at me and pointed, “Be a dear darling, go get your diaper bag from the closet.” As I turned, I saw her reaching into the box again to pull out the blue and white gingham dress. As I took a couple steps towards the closet, two things became apparent. My diaper was sagging, and my cock was tingling. Shit! Is it her talking down to me? Giving me orders and threatening the spoon? Stripping down to just a diaper in the middle of the day? Or the sight of those dresses, knowing they are for me? Or as they say, “All of the above.” I found the bag and as I walked back, I needed to grab the front of my diaper. Partly to keep it from sliding off my narrow hips, partly to grab my stiffening cock. Mommy had laid all three dresses on the armchair and reached to take the bag from me. As she smiled at me she spoke, “Now just lay down on the sofa sweetie, so Mommy can change that diaper.” I lay down and watched as Mommy took out the packet of baby wipes and a fresh diaper. She unfolded it and set it on the coffee table, then bent over me to cup her hand between my legs. I blushed as she felt my member and she suddenly grinned at me, saying, “Looks like someone’s little clitty is happy to try on her new dress.” But before I could say anything, she tore open the tapes and tugged my soggy diaper from under me. She rolled it up and set it aside. As she popped a couple wipes from the container, she casually said, “It’s okay sweetie… I know you get excited when you’re embarrassed.” My lips quivered a little as her gentle touch wiped my balls. I managed to stammer, “You… you don’t think it’s weird?... Weird that your little boy likes…. Likes…” “Likes to play dress up? Of course not, sweetie. It just shows you have an active imagination and like to play,” was all she said as she used the wipe to go around the base of my cock. Then her fingers gently lifted my cock and wiped it. It felt heavenly but didn’t last. She didn’t seem interested in jerking me off. She let go and let it wobble in the air as it waved about for more attention. She just reached for the diaper and tapped my hip, saying, “Up sweetie.” I lifted and as she slid it under me, she spoke again, “If my baby wants to play little girl sometimes, it’s perfectly fine with me.” Then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and momentarily gripped my cock to make it lay flat against my tummy as she brought the diaper up against it. With one hand holding the diaper and my cock against me, her other hand reached for the first tape. She went on to say, “It’s nothing to be upset about, besides, Mommy can change a little girl’s diaper just as easily as a little boy’s.” Taped in snug, she reached for my hands and helped me to stand up. Standing there in just a diaper, she held both my hands for a moment in silence. Then she said softly, “And just so you know. My own mom once told me, that when I was in diapers, I kept putting my hand down the front of mine. It’s perfectly okay darling if you like to play with your little clitty when you play dress up. Little girls do that, just the same as little boys.” I blushed but she had already let go of my hands and turned to pick up one of the new dresses. Her voice was light and cheerful again as she turned back to me, “How about this one hmm? You can pretend to be Mommy’s little helper.” I looked and she was holding the blue gingham. The one with the white apron front that was embroidered with that title. She gathered it up and helped me in. She turned me around to fasten the buttons in the back. She muttered a little, “I forgot it doesn’t have a zipper. These buttons are tricky. Don’t try to take this off by yourself sweetie, just come ask Mommy for help.” When I felt the last one behind my neck done up, I turned to see her hand dive back into the box. “I thought this was all you bought. What else did you buy?” I asked. She was holding several small bits of cloth as she spoke, “Just some bonnets for my little girl. Unless we decide to let your hair grow out and you let me put it in pigtails.” Then she held up something with a broad brim. White with blue trim, the brim was about four inches. The sort of thing you’d see in some old cartoon when a grown-up was pretending to be a baby. It would wrap around, framing the face. But she dropped it on the sofa, “That’s more for when baby wears her party dress.” The next one was yellow but no brim. She tossed it aside and held up the third, “Here we go. Just the sort of thing a little helper should have.” It was just white, with two long ties. But the ring around the face was puckered a little, as well as the neck opening. Something maybe a cute English maid might wear. Nothing outlandish, just a white bonnet to cover my hair. “Here we go… just the thing,” she said as she reached up and tugged it around the back of my head, jiggling and jerking a little to get it to fit. “Is this really necessary?” I asked. She just tugged at the ties a little and started tying them under my chin, “Of course sweetie… It helps you look the part of a little helper maid.” She stepped back and smiled, “Aww… there’s my little helper!! Sweetie, you look just adorable.” I looked down at my bare, hairless legs. The dress was only halfway to my knees. As I looked down, my hand came to my chest and smoothed out the material, brushing it down and gently brushing it against my thigh. “You… you don’t think everybody is going to laugh at me?” I asked. “No darling, of course not. Why would anyone think you’re anything but my adorable little girl?” she said as she stepped in and reached for the shoulders, plucking at them to make them puff up. “What about… What about Jack and Jill? They saw me before as little Tommy… How will they…” I asked. Mommy had just said she didn’t care which way I was, but them. They played with ‘little Tommy’, would they like ‘little Tammy’ as much? Her hands gripped my shoulders as she leaned in to kiss my cheek. She simply said, “Now don’t you worry about that. Any client of Miss Beth’s is certainly not one to throw stones at other people and how they like to play.” She pushed me out to arm’s length and made a mocking sort of frown as she said, “And anyone that makes fun of my baby girl or upsets her, will have to answer to ME!!” I giggled a little at that. But then she turned me around and thumped my bottom as she said, “Now… Back upstairs to work. Mommy will pick up this mess.” I suddenly felt happy. I felt like a giddy little girl as I scampered upstairs, calling out, “Yes Mommy! LOVE YOU!!!” I heard an “I love you too baby” as I sat back at my work computer and logged in. It felt strange to be sure, dressed up and plopping my diapered bottom down in the chair. But soon I was typing away and I pretty much forgot about what I was wearing. It was hours later when I heard the doorbell. At first, I didn’t think about it, but then I felt my heart jump. Is somebody coming to visit? Is Mommy going to show me off as her ‘little girl’? Then I heard the front door slam and Mommy called out, “Tammy sweetie… Dinner is here.” Whew… it was just a food delivery. Wait…. ‘Tammy’. Mommy called for ‘Tammy’. I looked down again and felt a trickle in my diaper. It’s okay she said. Some little boys like to play dress up… Perfectly fine with Mommy. As I logged out, I called out, “Coming Mommy!!!” When I got to the bottom of the stairs, something inside me just sort of took over and I found myself skipping, actually skipping, to the kitchen. Skipping along, making my little dress bounce, like a … like a little girl. When Mommy saw me, she grinned and pointed, “Set the table sweetie? Just paper plates and napkins. I ordered pizza.” Once we sat down and I had a bite, she looked at me and I stopped eating. Then she said, “Sweetie, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you can’t be a little girl all the time.” I gulped and asked, “But… but you said you didn’t care? And besides, I’m… I’m not sure I want that.” She placed her elbows on the table and folded her hands in front of her face. She shook her head just a little as she spoke, “I don’t care darling. Really! I really don’t care either way. As long as you’re my little baby and need me to be your Mommy, that’s all I care about.” Then she took a breath to continue, “But as cute as you look, you just can’t pass for a little girl. You’re tall, you’ve got an Adam’s apple, and it’s rather obvious. You’re an adult, just playing dress up.” She sat back some and reached for a slice of pizza. She continued, “I can take Tommy out in his big boy clothes, wearing your diaper underneath. But I’m not taking you shopping or to the mall wearing one of your dresses.” I wasn’t sure just how I felt. It was a big weight off my shoulders to know that I’d never be paraded around in something like what I was wearing. It’s that damned mirror thing again. When fantasy and reality crash head long into each other. I do feel a little giddy and silly when playing dress up. And it did make my cock tingle at the sight of my new dresses. But no, I couldn’t… I wouldn’t want to go out in public. I can’t go out in some public setting as Mommy’s ‘little girl’. Maybe if we lived in San Francisco. I heard they accept all sorts there. But not here. Not where coworkers might know. Nor some of the prudes in this town. The looks… the not very subtle comments. No. I nodded and whispered, “I know Mommy. I understand. There’s a time and place for playing, and there are times we all have to be adult about things.” She let out a sigh and for once her smile seemed a little sad. She spoke her next words softly, “I’m glad you understand. It’s one thing to enjoy our special life, but it’s not for everyone, and we don’t need to push it on everyone else. Now, have some more pizza little lady. And after supper maybe you can help Mommy with a few things.” As I ate, I started to feel better about things. About everything really. Mommy doesn’t mind if I have some pent-up feelings about exploring my gender fluidness. And she’s decided there are limits. And I’m okay with the limits she’s put in place. Mommy loves me… and Mommy’s right about putting some limits on things. Mommy’s always right. … After helping Mommy clear the table, I emptied the dishwasher for her. As I closed the door of the dishwasher, she gave me a hug. She pecked my cheek and said, “I’m so LUCKY to have a little helper like you Tammy.” I blushed a little at the praise and hearing her say my ‘little girl’ name. She gently pushed me aside a little to reach into a cabinet. She dismissed me with, “Now run along Tammy, go turn on our shows while Mommy fixes my little girl a nice baba.” I felt myself smiling at her use of my new name and gender pronouns. I skipped off to the living room and sat with a plop. I giggled a little when I noticed my dress flouncing up around me. So, I stood up and did it several more times, giggling. So this is what it’s like… It’s rather fun. I wonder… I wonder if that other guy I met at Miss Beth’s. What was his name? Shirly?? No! SHELLY!!! I wonder if he will be at the party. Maybe I can get some tips from him. Tips on how to be a ‘little girl’ Just then Mommy walked in holding my bottle. She was looking at me curiously and said, “Penny for your thoughts? What were you thinking just then?” As she sat next to me and I got comfortable, my head on a pillow in her lap, I answered, “I was just thinking. Will that other guy that was dressed up that time? Shelly? Will he be at the party?” Mommy squirmed a little and put a hand on my bonneted head. She answered, “I don’t know, maybe? Do you want me to call Miss Beth and find out? Does it matter?” I turned my head a little to stare at her chest. Not because I wanted to suckle, but I just wasn’t able to look her in the eye as I answered, “I… I just thought I could…. You know, talk with him? See how he likes being ‘Shelly’ and all. Maybe Shelly and Tammy could… you know, be friends?” Mommy was quiet for a moment. I could feel her gaze on me, but I didn’t look up. Her words came softly, “Sweetheart. I told you before, I’m not into threesomes. And I’d rather you didn’t… didn’t screw other people.” I blinked and jerked my head to look her straight in the eye as I blurted out, “NO! No Mommy, nothing like that! I… I just wanted to talk with him… find out more about… about playing as a little girl. Not have sex with him or anything.” She looked at me with a wary eye. Like maybe she didn’t, one hundred percent believe me. I felt my lips quiver and my eyebrows lift as I pled with her, “Honest Mommy… Honest. You’re the only one I want to ever have sex with… Ever again. I just want to learn more… More about how it feels, how to BE a good little girl for Mommy.” She was quiet, staring at me. Trying to decide if I was being truthful. I needed to convince her somehow. Finally, I whispered, “Look Carole, I may get an erection playing around in front of people. And goodness knows Miss Beth has a power over guys like me. But you’re the only woman for me. If I…. If I ever cheat on you, you can… you can…“ Can what? What can I say to convince her… Something to tell her how serious I am… My mind raced for something. Then I just blurted out the first thing that came to me, shouting, “YOU CAN LOCK UP MY DICK AND THROW AWAY THE KEY!!!!” She blinked at my shouting at her. Then she laughed. And her laugh was infectious because then I started laughing at the absurdity of what I had shouted. She leaned in and I felt her breasts press against me as she hugged me. She kissed my face several times and giggled again as she said, “I wouldn’t throw the key away, I find your dick too nice to do that.” I giggled with her and then I realized, “Wait… You WOULD lock it up?” I stared at her in shock. She straightened and winked as she said, “Maaaaybeee….” And before I could answer back, my mouth was plugged with the nipple from the bottle as she resumed her role, “Now be a good girl for Mommy and drink your baba.” I suckled, staring up at her. But she picked up the remote and turned on the tv, as if nothing at all had been said. I kept suckling as she watched her shows. When it was clear that she considered the whole question of my cheating, or what she would do if I did, closed. I closed my eyes and settled in her lap. Tasting that faint vanilla flavor that only Mommy fixes for me. Well… I’m the one that said it. But Mommy loves me, she’d never hurt me. Not Mommy. … I felt a gentle nudge, “Wake up darling.” I blinked open my eyes and sat up, “Sorry. Is it bedtime?” As she started to get up, she handed me my empty bottle and said, “Not quite. Here, be a good girl for Mommy and rinse this out for me? Then come up stairs, I have a little chore for my little princess.” I squirmed as I started to get up. I realized my diaper was wet. No doubt about it. I’m wetting all the time now and NEED diapers. But Mommy says it’s fine, she loves taking care of her little boy… er… girl… er…whatever… I rinsed the bottle and nipple out in the kitchen sink, placing them in the rack to dry. When I got to our bedroom, Mommy was undressing, just stepping out of her panties. Her back was to the door, but the sight of her gorgeous bottom still stirred my loins. She must have heard me come in, she said, “I need a shower tonight.” Then she turned to face me. Standing there at the foot of the bed naked. With her feet apart, hands on hips, she looked a bit like some Amazonian Goddess. She had only a hint of a smile as she put out her arm straight towards me, flexed her wrist and index finger to point to the floor in front of her. All she said was, “But first, I need Tammy to kiss Mommy’s kitty until she makes me cum. Now crawl little girl.” I blushed and felt myself kneeling in place. My eyes never left hers as I whispered, “Yes Mommy… I… I like kissing Mommy there.” I started to slowly crawl to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open for me. With every crawling step forward, I felt my cock getting harder. So much that it rubbed back and forth against the padding of my diaper with each movement. All the time my eyes were focused on the jet black, neatly trimmed hair of her womanhood. As my face got closer, she spoke in a confident voice, “Smell that? Smell how a grown woman smells? That smell makes your little clitty all tingly and hard doesn’t it.” I nodded. But that wasn’t enough. I should have known it wasn’t. I felt her hand on my bonnet and not too gently tilt my head up. When my eyes met hers, she spoke, “Then say it Tammy. Tell Mommy the truth.” I was blushing, but it felt like my cock was leaking precum already as I whispered, “Yes Mommy… the smell of your kitty… makes… Makes my clitty all tingly and hard.” My admission made her smile and her voice softened a little, “Good girl. Now start kissing and Mommy will tell you when you can play with your clitty.” Her hand palmed the back of my head and urged me gently forward. The smell intensified as I pressed my lips to hers and started to kiss the source of her scent. As I kissed all around her kitty, she let go of my head and leaned back, propped up on her elbows. I looked at her as she was watched me from between her breasts. She gave me a smile when I flicked my tongue between her labia. When the tip of my tongue found her clit, she inhaled sharply for a moment, then let it out as she praised me, “Good GIRL!!! That’s it… “ A few moments later, she coached me with, “Be sure to lick inside, that’s where Mommy’s special love juice comes out…” As I devoured every drop I could find, my hand pulled up the front of my dress and found my diaper. Rubbing myself as I licked felt heavenly. The only sounds were from my lips and the crinkling of my diaper. I carried on like this for several minutes when I felt a tap on my head. Mommy’s voice was soft as she spoke, “Did Mommy say you could play with your clitty yet?” My eyes looked up at her as I took my hand from my crotch. I felt myself whimpering as I shook my head side to side, my mouth never leaving her kitty. She grinned at me as her hand palmed my head again, pulling my face into her. Then her voice spoke with some lust, “It’s all right little girl. Play with your clitty all you want.” I nodded as her hips ground against my face. My hand pushed down the front of my diaper and I gripped myself. Eagerly, I started tugging and rubbing as Mommy’s hips bucked against my face, her hand holding my head down as she ground mercilessly. I came first. But she wouldn’t be denied her own orgasm. I pulled my hand from my diaper and without bothering to wipe my fingers, I put both hands on her thighs and pushed them up and apart. Having better access now, I applied myself. Or rather, I applied my mouth to the task of pleasing her. I felt her starting to squirm with pleasure on the bed but couldn’t see more than the smoothness of her belly and the edges of her well-groomed pubic hair. Even though my cock was deflating more every second, I focused on her. With the center of my attention now on her, it wasn’t long and I tasted that extra wetness as she climaxed on my face. She collapsed and dropped her feet to the floor, letting me rest my cheek on her thigh for a moment or two. Then she lifted a leg up over me to roll over and stand up. She looked down at her thigh where my wet fingers had left their stain and giggled, “Now Mommy REALLY needs a shower.” She winked at me as I blushed a little but straightened up and turned. As she strode towards the bathroom she spoke over her shoulder, “Why don’t you pick out one of Mommy’s nighties for you to wear Tammy. When I get done showering, I’ll come clean up my little girl and get you ready for bed.” I was still on my knees and rocked back to sit on my heels and said submissively, “Yes Mommy.” I watched her naked form disappear and sighed a happy sigh. As I sat there going over in my mind everything that happened today, I felt that little turgid throb as my post-orgasm pee streamed into my diaper. All in all, I’ve had a good day. Now, which of Mommy’s nighties do I want to wear… … When Mommy returned, I was sitting quietly on the corner of the bed. I had taken off my bonnet, but I had not attempted the buttons on the dress. The simple baby-doll nightie I had picked out was lying next to me. She first went to her dresser and picked out fresh panties and a nightie of her own. As she pulled it over her head she said, “You’re not still worried about being a little girl in front of me… are you?” I squirmed a little as she came closer and her finger gently lifted my chin. As I looked up into her eyes I managed to whisper, “No Mommy. I believe you when you say it doesn’t matter to you.” Her response was simple and positive; she let go of my chin and hugged me to her chest. Then she let go, kissed the top of my head and said simply, “Good girl. Now, stand up so Mommy can help you out of your pretty dress.” Soon I was in a clean diaper, the simple nightie I chose, and cuddling up to Mommy. My pacifier gently nudged against her breast as I suckled on it as Mommy’s arm held me close. The last words I remember were, “Sweet dreams little one. Mommy loves you.” To Be Continued  

Their garage must be large to hold the Fiesta, BMW M5, MB wagon, range rover and the old RR.  Where is the Porsche going

As I push open the front door, the familiar scent of baby powder and fresh laundry greets me. I kick off my heels, leaving them by the door, and hang my coat on the rack. The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I tiptoe down the hallway, my curiosity piqued by the unusual silence. Pausing at the nursery door, I peek in. The room is bathed in soft, warm light, casting a gentle glow on the white crib and the array of stuffed animals that line the shelves. My little girl is fast asleep, her tiny hands clutching a well-loved teddy bear. Her chest rises and falls with each soft breath, and her dark lashes cast shadows on her rosy cheeks. I step into the room, my heels sinking into the plush carpet. I approach the crib, my eyes scanning the sleeping figure. She's dressed in her favorite outfit - a fresh nappy, plastic pants to keep everything clean, and her frilly pink satin lace ruffled baby knickers. The sheer pink frilly nightie she's wearing leaves little to the imagination, but I don't mind. It's part of her charm, part of what makes her my little girl. I reach into the crib, gently stroking her soft cheek. She stirs slightly, her nose wrinkling before she settles back into her peaceful slumber. I smile, my heart filled with a warmth that only she can ignite. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before straightening up. As I turn to leave the room, I notice the changing table. The sight of it sends a thrill down my spine. The memory of Carol's strong, capable hands changing my little girl's nappy is one that never fails to excite me. I can almost hear the rustle of the fresh nappy, the snap of the plastic pants, and Carol's soft coos as she tends to my little girl. I leave the nursery, my mind filled with thoughts of Carol and my little girl. I make my way to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling with hunger. I open the refrigerator, pulling out the ingredients for a simple dinner. As I begin to cook, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. This is my life now - taking care of my little girl, providing for her, loving her. And it's more than enough for me. As I set the table, I hear the front door open. I turn to see Carol walking in, her cheeks flushed from the cool evening air. She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hello, Mommy," she greets, hanging her coat on the rack. "Hello, Carol," I reply, returning her smile. "How was your day?" "It was good," she says, walking over to me. "Your little girl was a perfect angel. She slept most of the day away." I laugh, "That sounds like her. She's a little night owl." Carol grins, "She is. But she's such a sweetheart. I love taking care of her." I reach out, placing a hand on Carol's arm. "Thank you, Carol. I don't know what I'd do without you." She places her hand over mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're welcome, Mommy. I'm happy to help." We stand there for a moment, our eyes locked. The air between us is charged with an electricity that's becoming increasingly familiar. I can feel my heart beginning to race, my breath coming in short gasps. Carol's eyes flicker to my lips, and I can't help but lick them, drawing her attention back to my eyes. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway. We both turn to see my little girl standing in the doorway, her teddy bear clutched tightly in her hand. She looks up at us, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Mommy?" she asks, her voice soft and hesitant. I smile, walking over to her and scooping her up into my arms. "Yes, sweetie? What is it?" "I had a bad dream," she whispers, burying her face in my neck. I stroke her back, soothing her. "It's okay, sweetie. Mommy's here. You're safe." I carry her over to the table, sitting down with her in my lap. Carol watches us, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'll finish dinner," she says, turning back to the stove. As I watch Carol move around the kitchen, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude. I have everything I could ever want - my little girl, a home filled with love, and a babysitter who's become so much more. I lean back in my chair, my little girl snuggled safely in my arms, and I know - this is where I'm meant to be.   The next morning, I wake up to the sound of my little girl's laughter echoing through the house. I smile, stretching my arms above my head before getting out of bed. I slip on a robe and make my way downstairs, following the sound of her giggles. As I enter the living room, I see Carol sitting on the floor with my little girl, playing with her favorite stuffed animals. They both look up as I enter, their faces breaking into wide smiles. "Morning, Mommy," Carol greets, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Morning," I reply, walking over to them and ruffling my little girl's hair. "What are you two up to?" "We're having a tea party," my little girl says, holding up a tiny plastic cup. "Want to join us?" I smile, sitting down on the floor with them. "I'd love to." We spend the next hour playing and laughing, enjoying each other's company. But as the clock strikes nine, I know it's time for me to get ready for my date tonight. I sigh, hating to leave the cozy scene we've created. "Alright, sweetie," I say, standing up and holding out my hand to my little girl. "Let's get you changed into something nice for Carol. Mommy has a date tonight." Her face falls slightly, but she takes my hand and lets me lead her upstairs. I can hear Carol following us, her footsteps soft on the stairs. In the nursery, I pull out a fresh nappy, plastic pants, and a pair of frilly pink satin baby knickers. I lay them out on the changing table, turning to my little girl. "Arms up, sweetie," I say, helping her out of her nightie. She complies, lifting her arms above her head. I slip the nightie off, tossing it into the laundry basket. I help her step into the baby knickers, pulling them up her legs and smoothing them into place. She giggles as I tickle her tummy, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Next, I slip the nappy under her, securing it around her waist. I pull the tabs tight, making sure it's snug but not too tight. Finally, I help her into the plastic pants, zipping them up and making sure they're secure. "There you go," I say, standing up and admiring my handiwork. "You look perfect." She grins, twirling around in front of the mirror. "I like my outfit, Mommy." I smile, ruffling her hair. "I'm glad you do, sweetie. Now, let's get you ready for Carol." I help her brush her teeth and wash her face, making sure she's clean and fresh. As we're finishing up, I hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I turn to see Carol entering the room, a soft smile on her face. "She looks adorable, Mommy," Carol says, walking over to us. "I love taking care of her." I smile, my heart warming at her words. "I know you do, Carol. And I appreciate it more than you know." Carol looks up at me, her eyes filled with a warmth that makes my heart skip a beat. "I'm happy to help, Mommy. You know that." I nod, looking down at my little girl. "Alright, sweetie. Mommy has to get ready for her date. You be good for Carol, okay?" She nods, her eyes wide. "I will, Mommy. I promise." I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "That's my good girl. I'll be back before you know it." I leave the nursery, making my way to my bedroom. As I close the door behind me, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement. Tonight's date is with someone new, someone I've been looking forward to meeting for weeks. I smile to myself, already anticipating the night ahead. But as I begin to get ready, I can't shake the feeling of guilt that's nagging at the back of my mind. I know my little girl is going to be upset that I'm going out again, and I hate leaving her with Carol when she's feeling like that. I sigh, trying to push the thought away. I know I can't keep my little girl locked up in a tower forever, no matter how much I might want to. As I finish getting ready, I hear the sound of my little girl crying from the nursery. I pause, listening for a moment. I can hear Carol's soft voice, soothing her, telling her it's okay. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my own nerves. I know Carol will take good care of her, just like she always does. I take one last look in the mirror, making sure I look perfect. I smile, satisfied with my reflection. I'm ready for tonight. I turn to leave the room, but pause as I hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I turn to see my husband standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with a mixture of humiliation and excitement. "Going out again, I see," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. I nod, walking over to him. "Yes, I am. And you're going to listen to me, just like you always do." He swallows hard, his eyes flickering down to the floor. "Yes, Mommy. I know." I reach out, cupping his chin in my hand and tilting his head up so he's looking at me. "Good boy. Now, get in your cot. It's time for you to listen to Mommy's date." He nods, turning and walking over to his cot. He climbs in, pulling the blankets up around him. I watch as he gets comfortable, his eyes never leaving mine. I smile, turning and walking out of the room. As I make my way downstairs, I can hear the sound of my little girl's cries fading away, replaced by the sound of Carol's soft voice. I take a deep breath, knowing that everything is going to be okay. Because no matter what happens, I know that Carol will take care of my little girl, just like she always does. And as for my husband, I know he'll listen to me, just like he always does. He loves being a cuckold, loves the humiliation and embarrassment of knowing that I'm with other men. And I love giving it to him, love watching him squirm as he listens to me having sex with my lovers. I open the front door, stepping out into the cool evening air. I can hear the sound of my date's car pulling up to the curb, and I smile, ready for the night ahead. Because no matter what happens, I know that I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. The sound of Jake's heavy breathing fills my ears as he pounds into me, his thick cock stretching me wide. I can feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he slides in and out of me, hitting that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. I moan, my fingers digging into his back, my legs wrapped tight around his waist. "Fuck, baby," he grunts, his hips slamming into mine. "You feel so fucking good." I can't respond, can't do anything but hold on for dear life as he fucks me. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as the pleasure becomes too much. I let out a cry, my back arching as I come, my pussy pulsing around his cock. "God, yes," he groans, his pace slowing as he rides out my orgasm with me. "I love feeling you come on my cock." I'm panting, my body covered in a sheen of sweat, as he pulls out of me. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, mixing with my own arousal. I smile, knowing that I'm marked as his, claimed by him. But as I lie there, catching my breath, I hear the sound of rustling fabric coming from the nursery. I freeze, my eyes widening as I realize what it is. I look up at Jake, who's listening intently, a smirk on his face. "My husband," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "He's... he's in there." Jake's smirk grows wider, his eyes filled with a dark, twisted excitement. "Let's give him a show, then," he says, his voice low and husky. Before I can respond, he's flipped me over onto my hands and knees, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I can feel his cock, hard and ready again, pressing against my ass. I moan, my head falling forward as he slides into me, filling me up completely. I can hear the sound of my husband's frilly baby clothes rustling as he jerks off, the sound of his plastic pants crinkling as he moves. I can picture him in my mind's eye, his tiny penis hard as he watches another man fuck his wife. The thought sends a thrill down my spine, makes my pussy clench around Jake's cock. "Fuck, baby," Jake grunts, his pace picking up. "You like that, don't you? You like knowing he's listening to us." I can't deny it, can't lie. "Yes," I moan, my body moving in time with his. "I love it." I can hear my husband's soft moans now, can hear the sound of his hand moving faster, the sound of his breath coming in short gasps. I know he's close, know that he's going to come soon. The thought of him listening to us, of him coming while Jake fucks me, is enough to send me over the edge again. I let out a cry, my body convulsing as my orgasm hits me hard. Jake follows me, his cock pulsing as he comes inside me again, filling me up completely. We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I can hear my husband's soft moans, know that he's come too. I smile to myself, knowing that he's listening to us, knowing that he's heard every moan, every cry, every thrust. As we lie there, catching our breath, I can hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I turn my head to see Carol standing in the doorway, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene before her. "Carol," I say, my voice soft and husky. "How much did you hear?" She swallows hard, her eyes flickering down to the floor. "Enough to know that you two had a good time," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. I smile, sitting up and patting the bed beside me. "Come here, Carol. I want to show you something." She hesitates for a moment before walking over to the bed, sitting down beside me. I reach out, taking her hand in mine. I can feel her pulse racing, can feel the heat radiating off her body. "I want you to listen to something," I say, my voice low and husky. I turn to Jake, nodding towards the nursery. "Go on, Jake. Give Carol a show." He grins, standing up and walking over to the nursery door. He pushes it open, stepping inside. I can hear the sound of my husband's soft moans, can hear the sound of Jake moving around the room. Carol's eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat as Jake walks back into the room, my husband in his arms. He's dressed in his frilly baby clothes, his tiny penis hard as he watches Jake carry him into the room. "Oh my god," Carol breathes, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene before her. I smile, squeezing her hand. "This is what turns me on, Carol. This is what makes me feel alive. Watching my husband be humiliated, watching him be cuckolded by a real man." Carol swallows hard, her eyes never leaving the scene before us. Jake has laid my husband down on the bed, is straddling him, his cock hard and ready again. I can see the humiliation on my husband's face, can see the way he's trying to hide his erection. "Touch yourself, Carol," I say, my voice low and husky. "I want to see you come while you watch this." She hesitates for a moment before reaching down, her hand slipping into her panties. I can see her arm moving, can see the way her breath is coming in short gasps as she touches herself. I turn to Jake, nodding towards Carol. "Fuck him, Jake. Show him what a real man can do." Jake grins, his cock sliding into my husband's ass. I can hear his moans, can hear the sound of his body moving as Jake fucks him hard and deep. I turn to Carol, watching as she touches herself, her eyes never leaving the scene before us. I can feel my own body responding, can feel my pussy growing wet as I watch Jake fuck my husband. I reach down, my hand slipping into my own panties, touching myself as I watch the scene unfold before me. I can hear Carol's soft moans now, can hear the sound of her breath coming in short gasps as she comes, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits her hard. I follow her, my own body convulsing as I come, my pussy pulsing as I watch Jake fuck my husband. As we all come down from our orgasms, I can see the look of humiliation and shame on my husband's face. I smile, knowing that he's learned his lesson, knowing that he'll never try to stop me again. I turn to Carol, taking her hand in mine. "Thank you, Carol. Thank you for being a part of this with me." She smiles, her eyes filled with a warmth that makes my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, Mommy. I've never felt so... alive." I squeeze her hand, knowing that this is just the beginning for us. Knowing that we have so much more to explore together. And as I look over at my husband, I know that he'll be a part of it too, whether he likes it or not. Because this is our life now, and we're all in it together.    

It's the big day, but Anna really knows only a little of the plan that is supposed to break her, Ryan, and Jane out of the country. It doesn't get off to the best start...   ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Anna felt the cramp twisting at her insides. She winced and leaned to the side slightly from her place, sitting on the floor of the hot television studio. Behind her, Ryan was sat at the end of a couch, next to him was a low glass table and then on the other side were the two presenters with their fake tans and even faker smiles. Anna had no idea which one was which, she never watched daytime television if she could help it, too worried that she would see a commercial starring herself and Ryan. On the other side of the small playpen that Anna sat in, there were a dozen or more men bustling around. A few were operating the cameras, others were whispering into headsets and adjusting various dials and knobs, they seemed bored. Anna moved the toy fire truck in front of her, keenly aware of the camera pointed directly at her. The interview had been going for five minutes; Anna was listening to Ryan struggling to answer questions. At one point, just as the show paused for a commercial break, Ryan and Anna looked at each other. They both had the same question: Where was The Rose Resistance? The longer Anna was sat in the playpen, the more concerned she became. Had the plot to instigate trouble failed? Had Thorn and the others been captured? Was it all a trick all along? If Anna hadn’t been in so much physical discomfort, she might’ve been even more concerned that everything seemed to be proceeding normally. “We understand Anna wasn’t always quite so docile…” One of the almost identical hosts said to Ryan. “Yeah, I mean…” Ryan was flustered. He was torn between not wanting to upset Anna and trying to toe the party line, “There were some problems, but nothing that couldn’t be sorted out with the help of some intensive treatment.” “Oh, why don’t you tell us about that?” The other presenter said. Anna listened to Ryan talking about the daycare. He was careful to leave out certain things, like the fact he had been kept there as well and instead described the “miraculous” improvement in his wife’s attitude. Anna tuned out again. There was nothing there she wanted to hear, besides, the issue in her tummy was reaching criticality. It didn’t matter if there were millions of people watching, she desperately needed to relieve herself. She got up on to her knees with her butt stuck out behind her. “Cut to camera two!” Anna heard someone with a clipboard urgently whispering. She looked over her shoulder and saw a red light blink on the camera trained on her butt. Anna had just a couple of seconds to feel humiliated as she turned to face away from the camera and closed her eyes. “Zoom in! Zoo-…” The producer was suddenly cut off. A sudden explosion seemed to shake the whole building. There were shouts of alarm and people were suddenly running everywhere. Inside the playpen, the surprise had caused Anna to push down, and she unceremoniously filled the back of her diaper with a messy sludge, the suppositories stimulating her bowels and causing the back of the padding to bulge out underneath her dress. Anna didn’t have time to even think about that though. The explosion had happened behind her. She whipped around and saw that a section of the wall had been blown apart, there was rubble and debris strewn across the studio, miraculously it seemed like no one had been significantly harmed. “What the hell!?” Shouted one of the protestors. Alarms started ringing and people were running for the exits. Anna was still squatting down, unsure of what to do, when she looked over at Ryan she saw a similar look of shock on his face. Then she heard more voices, these ones female. “Secure the broadcast room!” Said an authoritative voice, “Restrain the men!” Anna got to her knees, her freshly mushy rear end bulging out behind her. She was looking into the dust and debris as women with guns and dark green uniforms hurried inside. In the middle of them was a woman with deep red hair. Anna knew instantly who she was looking at despite never setting eyes on her before. “Thorn?” Anna muttered. There was no way anyone could hear her. The two presenters were being led away, their arms raised. Thorn saw the playpen and a smile twisted across her face. She marched forwards occasionally pointing out a task for one of the other women to do, there were at least a couple dozen of them. Anna noticed that none of them were padded as far as she could tell. “Anna.” Thorn said as she reached the playpen, “We meet at last.” Anna was still in shock somewhat, still reeling from what she was seeing and hearing. She looked out to the cameras, all of them pointing at the floor, their operators having either run away or getting corralled together by The Rose Resistance soldiers. “We’re not going to hurt anyone.” Thorn said quietly, answering an unasked question, “Unless they give us cause to. Are you ready?” “Huh?” Anna grunted dumbly. “The speech.” Thorn said. Anna couldn’t take her eyes off the pistol holstered at the woman’s waist, “Once you deliver it, we need to get you out of here. We don’t have long.” Ryan had briefly been caught up with all the men being led away but having finally established his identity, he had leapt over the side of the playpen and rushed up behind Anna. The stinky woman jumped as she felt his hands on her shoulders. “Are you OK?” Ryan asked quickly. “Y-Yeah.” Anna’s brain was finally catching up to the situation at hand, “I’m ready.” “Excellent.” Thorn smiled and nodded her head, it was as if this armed insurrection was nothing but a bit of fun for her, “Just give us a minute to secure the place. We need to make sure we’re broadcasting.” Anna slowly stood up. Her legs were shaking. She was watching as the studio was taken over, it had clearly been an event The Rose Resistance had practiced often. Rose had a walkie-talkie in her hand and was giving various orders. Anna was shocked to hear, from the other end, what sounded like gunshots. Thorn saw Anna’s surprise. “You didn’t expect they’d let us just take you, right?” Thorn laughed, “We’ve launched attacks across the city, it will hopefully buy us some time.” “All this… for me?” Anna asked. She was flabbergasted that anyone would go to such trouble, put themselves in danger, perhaps even get killed. “You are the best weapon we could have.” Thorn said simply, “No one has the experiences you do; no one can deliver the message of what it’s really like in Sallas like you. You’re a celebrity, and once you are out of here the whole world will want to hear what you have to say.” Anna swallowed. She didn’t feel like a celebrity, or someone that anyone else would listen to. She was just… Anna. She felt sure that Thorn was overestimating the power she could have, certain that no one would care about whatever message she had to deliver to the outside world. At the same time, she wasn’t going to say any of that, not with Thorn directing her troops and about to try and get her out. “We don’t have enough people or firepower to hold on forever.” Thorn continued, “Once we’ve got you out the teams are going to melt away, back into the woods. We are an army, but we need more weapons, money and people. That’s what we need you to get us.” “I’ll try…” Anna said cautiously. Thorn smiled at her and nodded her head. Just as she opened her mouth again the radio in her hand crackled to life. Thorn held it up to her ear, Anna couldn’t quite make out what the voice was saying but Thorn’s face was tense. Anna felt Ryan rub her shoulders and she looked back and smiled at him. “Alright, just give us a few more minutes.” Thorn said. She lowered the radio and then looked to Anna, “Alright, you’re up. We’ve got control of the station, but don’t take too long.” Anna nodded. She stood up with some help from Ryan who then stood off to the side, Thorn was keen for Anna to deliver the message with no one else distracting from it. Anna tried to remember exactly what she had planned to say, her brain was struggling to hold on to any information. Thorn stood next to a camera which was controlled by one of her soldiers, its unblinking eye rose up from the ground and pointed at Anna. A second later the red light came on. “Go.” Thorn whispered from off to the side. Anna swallowed anxiously as she stood in the middle of the playpen. There was chaos all around her, it seemed ridiculous that she would be expected to deliver a speech. She looked to the side, at the large hole in the wall, the one she assumed she would soon be running through. Standing in front of the camera, it may well end up being one of the last times she is seen by the public. If things go bad, this was the last impression she would leave of herself. She wasn’t going to let it be of her looking confused in her stinky diaper. She looked up at the camera and steeled herself. “Sallas…” Anna started, “You know me as Anna Manning, a girl like many who might be watching this broadcast, used by the government to tell you all how you should behave. But I’m something else, something so much more than Anna Manning.” Anna was going totally off-script. She glanced at Thorn who was siling and nodding, encouraging her to continue with her heartfelt words. She took a deep breath and continued. “I’m more than Anna Manning, more than a wife, and more than a daughter” Anna continued, “I am a woman. A woman with hopes and dreams just like millions of others, a woman who has so much more potential than just household help for my husband. You have all been lied to by a government trying to keep control.” Anna paused again. She thought about the millions of people on the other side of the lens. The men and women throughout the country who were, presumably, watching her. She’d always wanted to feel like she was doing some worthwhile, something that could make a difference, and it finally felt like she was getting that opportunity. “Men of Sallas, it is time to give women equality and end this persecution!” Anna stated with real feeling, “Women of Sallas, it is time to take the power back! You are lesser than no man! Take control of your lives! It’s time to join the-…” Anna suddenly noticed the light beneath the camera had blinked out. She looked at Thorn, who had been standing near to it and beaming. Her walkie-talkie crackled into life. She listened to it and then swore. “We have to go.” Thorn said, “They’ve cut the power.” “To the building?” Ryan asked. “To the city.” Thorn replied, “They really don’t want people hearing your message.” “Damn it…” Anna slumped. “Hey, don’t worry.” Thorn reached out and patted Anna’s shoulder, “What you have just done is drop a large rock in the pond, we’re going to be the ripples. You’ve just told everyone that another way is possible, this is a historic moment.” Anna looked at Ryan who, though pale-faced, nodded back at her. She took a deep breath and immediately regretted it. Her poopy diaper was leaking its smell into the air around her. She looked down and Thorn clearly saw what she was thinking. “There’s no time.” Thorn said, “We have to leave now.” Anna really didn’t want to go on this potentially dangerous escape in a soiled diaper, but it didn’t seem like she was going to have a choice in the matter. Ryan had grabbed her arm and was nodding his head towards the open gate of the playpen. Anna nodded and hurried forwards, waddling as fast as the thick diaper would let her. As they approached the hole in the wall Anna could hear shooting on the streets outside. She was momentarily blinded as they left the dark studio and stepped out into the natural light, the street was deserted but the gunfire sounded close. Thorn came sauntering out, not going faster than a quick walk as she went down to the hastily parked vehicles, many of the women who had stormed the studio were following. It was like a wave that Anna was swept up in, an unstoppable tide of momentum that she could only go along with, and she was thankful, she had the feeling that without this external forward momentum she would be frozen to the spot. There were a lot of people shouting and jostling. Anna held on to Ryan’s hand as firmly as possible through the chaos that was happening all around them. “Get in.” Thorn said as she opened the door to the car. Anna was halfway into the car, her big, discoloured diaper sticking out behind her as she bent over, when a large explosion suddenly shook the ground. Anna felt someone diving on top of her and a split-second later the car and everything around it was showered with debris. “Damn it, they were supposed to wait for my signal!” Thorn grumbled. “I think they’re taking the station back, ma’am.” Replied another soldier, one now in possession of the walkie-talkie. “Already?” Even under the body that was still lying on top of her, and pressing the stinky padding against her skin, Anna could hear the concern in Thorn’s voice. It was the first time she had sounded like she wasn’t in full control of an incredibly chaotic situation. “Yes, Ma’am.” The soldier with the radio replied, “The outer perimeter has been forced back.” “Alright…” Thorn paused, “Stay here. Everybody stays here. I’ll go with Anna and Ryan alone, if they work out that’s what we’re doing they should come after us.” “But… If they go after you…” The woman started hesitantly. “We’ll be fine.” Thorn said. Her brief dalliance with sounding unsure already banished, “Come on, we all knew there would be casualties.” ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mnvqf8g82e9ca329 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2439968