Trading Post

Maddison looked out the window and saw that it was about to start raining; meanwhile, in the car, Ana turned on a pop music station—a genre they both loved—and Maddison said: "So, we still have a long shopping list—we need to find a car seat and a high chair." She then added, "Pretty please, can we stop by the used shop to buy some old DVDs and books, Mommy Ana?" ================================== Emilly thought her outfit was lovely too and complimented her: "Your outfit is really pretty, too." Then, feeling a bit shy, she said, "I'm sorry about earlier; I didn't mean to." Emilly had something on her mind and asked, "Yesterday you mentioned liking spankings—what did you mean by that?"

I grew up with cloth diapers and went back to them. I agree that they are very adjustable with their thickness and absorbancy. Best of both worlds softness an absorbancy.

Oh god.  Poor Paul, it would just be better if Kim would just tell Lilly she would gladly have him over while Lilly and Bryan are on their cruise.  Something terrible is going to happen and it just might be that one of the girls of the babysitters club goes to Pauls school or has a sibling that does.    But I'm happy that Paul was able to be himself with Bryan and Savannah.  No checking if he was doing alright or that there was too much excitement and he needed mandatory quite time.  I really can't wait to just have a proper Paul and Savannah alone time segment.  Nothing too romantic but enough under the surface to be noticeable.     With Marcus its all just for show and I agree with Lost Little Nappy.  This is just a facade he's just trying to save face and get back to good terms with people if it was even damaged.  He isnt the one to talk about Paul, Paul has to do that for himself.  Also I think everyone agrees he doesn't have to accept Marcus's or Amber's apologies.  Especially Amber since she knew enough of what Paul was going through.

Note: This is my third story. It was originally posted on Tumblr using the polling system to create a 'choose your own adventure' style story with two main characters. This is the third of a whole universe that features cameos from old characters and various references to past stories as you read through the series. Please take a look if you enjoy forced regression and trans characters written in an LGBTQIA+-friendly manner, free of any slurs or transphobia, but still including plenty of humiliation and kink.  The ongoing story Baby Doll is available through links on my post: HERE Happy Squishing! A Humbling Haunting   Introduction You stand on the sidewalk proudly admiring your new acquisition, a small two-bedroom house. True, it isn't exactly a palace, but it's yours, and it certainly beats the shitty apartment you have. With a little bit of work and some paint, you know you'll have it fixed up in no time. You may not have the money to pay for any help, but you're pretty handy and can learn renovations from videos online, and you still have your cashier job and some savings to pull from. Sure the yard is dead, as is the tree in the front yard, and it's missing a few window panes...and there's surely some rot, termites, mold, and everything from the plumbing to the wiring will have to be redone...but how else were you supposed to find anything in your budget? The spring air smells like flowers, and the sun is gentle and warm. Everything seems to be going your way. The crooked pillars barely holding up the porch, the broken shutters, or the dead front yard ,now chest-high with crispy yellow weeds can ruin his vision. In your mind’s eye the house is perfect and the yard is immaculate. “Hey, you lost?” says a voice, tearing you from your fantasy. you turn your gaze to the source of the voice, an attractive middle-aged woman dressed for gardening, standing in the yard next door. She's casually leaning against her short picket fence. “Uh, no. I just bought this property. I’m just planning the renovation.” you say. “You bought THAT? I hope you didn’t pay too much for it.” “No actually, I paid next to nothing for it, which was great because I own next to nothing.” you laugh “Good. Once in a while someone comes by to look at it, but nobody ever buys it. Even un-housed people won’t squat in that rundown place. I’ve just been waiting for the city to condemn it.” she says, "But it's 'historical' so it's just been safely rotting behind a mountain of paperwork." “Well, it’ll be looking a lot better over time. I’m not exactly looking to keep it in the same state.” you say. “I hope you actually fix it instead of just painting it and trying to resell. But even if you fix it, I doubt any locals will buy it. Too many rumors, you know.” "Rumors?" you ask, stiffening a little bit. "People say the place is haunted. Silly stuff, but it does look the sort of place." She's right, it does look like a Halloween decoration, but even-so you relax again. Ghost stories and haunted houses are things for children. “Well if it's haunted I'll let you know." you say with a smile. “I'd appreciate it.”  She motions with her shears to her rose bushes, “Well, I’ve got to get back to my yard work. Don’t let me keep you from your own stuff. My name’s Grace by the way.” You give her your name, and she returns to her gardening. The days pass uneventfully, and are filled with pulling boards, sanding, painting, replacing wood, and completing various parts of the house whenever you aren't working at the grocery store. Being raised as a boy sucked, but at least your dad passed on some handy skills before you transitioned. At night you sleep in the mostly-renovated bedroom on a mattress on the floor. You stare up at a water stain on the ceiling until you fall asleep on the little cot in the single bedroom. It's easy to see why the house had obtained a reputation for being haunted. The drafty windows often sound like soft whispering, even on days when there's little to no wind. And sometimes the drafts catch the suspended dust particles on air currents, creating the illusion of something invisible moving through the house. You know there's no such thing as ghosts, but you sometimes feel goosebumps and become nervous, as though some part of you knows someone is watching you as you work. You're embarrassed to admit it, but there are a few times when your senses trick you enough to make you spin around, gripping a tool for defense, to see nothing but the usual movement of dust and hear nothing but the soft barely audible murmur of the wind through the cracks of the dilapidated home. Somehow, the house remains spooky despite the new paint and flooring, but it isn't anything you can’t handle. After another few days of these whispers, you decide that enough is enough. You aren't going to be scared of the wind in your own house! The next time you're in the hardware store you buy a few cans of expanding foam and set about sealing the house.  However, every time you think you've sealed the last crack, you hear the whispering from a baseboard, a windowsill, or a door frame. Eventually though, after several cans of foam, the whispering becomes softer and less frequent. You stand in the middle of the empty living room and listen. Total silence…almost. You can hear another draft from the bedroom. You cup a hand around one ear and follow it, listening intently for the source as you slowly move, listening as you search for the source. This one is hard to find. The sound seems to be coming from the floor, but there's no crack to seal with the foam. There must be a draft running under the house somehow. You return to your tools and retrieve a pry bar. Thirty seconds later the floorboard closest to the sound is removed. Instead of a crawlspace or a draft, all you find is a ring covered by a thick layer of dust. It looks like an old wedding ring. You brush it off and look at it. The diamond is tiny; obviously something bought a long time ago on a shoe-string budget. You slip it onto your finger, to see how it fits and looks. The whispering drafts of air suddenly return at a terrifyingly loud volume, they seem to be coming from every direction and growing in volume, as though a thousand invisible people are whispering a thousand different things that are slowly beginning to sync together. The volume increases, and it feels like they’re all gathering in the room with you! The invisible whispering voices are  floating down through the ceiling, coming in through the walls, and rising up through the floor! The hair on the back of your neck is raised, and you're instinctively gripping the pry-bar like a weapon so hard your fingers ache. As if a switch has been flipped, the roar of whispers stops abruptly. The dust, which normally dances and falls in the air, is frozen in place, it's not falling or drifting in the light...It's just...frozen as though time has stopped. The room is silent. Far, far too silent. You should be hearing distant traffic, neighbors, birds...something...It's so quiet that you can hear the soft ringing in your ears, and your heart beating wildly. A wild uncontrollable laugh of glee, as real as the pry-bar in your hand rings out right next to you. You run. You burst through the front door and whirl around, expecting to see some crazed specter pursuing you. But there's nothing. Outside, the sun is shining, and there isn’t even a hint of a breeze.  “You’re losing it. You’ve been working too hard. You’re going crazy because you haven’t eaten all day.” you tell yourself, but you know you don't believe it. After giving yourself some time to calm down, you decide to take the rest of the day off and get some dinner. You just need to increase your blood sugar, then you'll be fine. The next morning, you rise from the cheap motel bed and remove the T-shirt you've been using as pajamas. Yesterday feels like a distant dream. You can't believe you let the house get to you so badly that it had you hearing things. You make a mental note to check the house for a gas leak. That's probably what you experienced. Your phone dings and you read the notification. Your wife just boarded the plane home! Finally! Her job as a medical resident usually has her working locally, but her four weeks of 'away' rotations are finally over! Hopefully she'll be proud of all the work you put into the new house while she was away. You stretch and admire your body in the mirror. You still have a masculine frame, but your breasts have come in nicely, and your figure has become a lot curvier and feminine over the last year. Your cock has shrunken a little, but not enough to prevent a cute panty bulge. It's still functional, which doesn’t bother you. Unlike some trans women, bottom dysphoria doesn't really bother you much. If you ever do feel a little dysphoric you just think of it as a strap-on that you can actually feel...something you assume lots of other lesbian tops wish for. You tear yourself from your reflection and make your way to the bathroom. You pee standing up, another little perk of having a penis. You hate sitting on motel and public toilets. You flush, turn, and scream as your legs give way and you fall backward onto the bathroom floor. Seated on the edge of the tub is a young woman, wearing a short silk nightie. She's watching you intently as you scramble backward along the floor away from her until you're backed against the opposite wall. She's completely transparent, with a soft bluish tint. The tile wall behind her appears to bubble and distort as though seen through rippling water. She stands, though the movement looks...wrong...It's more like she floats upward from a 'pretending to sit' position to a 'pretending to stand' position. She looks down at you and smiles mischievously. While her smile is warm, there's ice behind her eyes. She extends a semi-transparent hand. When she speaks the voice is slightly delayed and seems to come from within your own head, rather than her mouth. "Hi. I'm Alice."   Chapter 1: Meeting Alice "Th-this isn't happening!" You say softly The apparition, towering over you, lowers her hand. "suit yourself" she says. "W-what are you doing here?! You should be in the house!" you say, "Where you live!" "Where I…live?" She exhales and leans against absolutely nothing in a casual, yet physically impossible way. "I wasn't living even when I was alive." she says sardonically. her eyes glance downward, and you realize that you're still naked. You cover your breasts and genitals as best you can, and sit up against the wall, clutching for one of the folded towels on the bathroom counter. Wrapping yourself in the towel, you bolt for the bedroom and grab at your clothes. "Must be nice...living in whatever the current year is. You can be a woman if you want... have whatever body parts you want..." You thrust your legs into a pair of paint-stained jeans. "...wear whatever you want..." You grab your phone, open the camera app, and point it at the ghost. All your camera sees is an empty motel room. The phone dings with a text from your wife, Lily, but you're too frightened of the specter drifting toward you to care. "...Marry whatever gender you want..." "What do you want?!" you yell at the ghost, stepping away from her as she advances. She pauses. "To be honest I haven't figured that part out yet. It's not really possible to think when your sense of self is spread out over a whole house. Now that you have my old ring, I feel so...focused." She clenches her hands a few times, looking down at them, admiring her new strength. She returns her attention to you and floats forward. Her face is now inches from your own. "The two of us are going to have so much fun! I just know it!" The ring! It's still on your finger! You clutch at it. "Wait! Stop!" you rip it from your finger. Alice disappears into silent nothing. Your heart is going a million miles an hour, and your breath is shaking as you open the sliding glass door and heave the ring as far as you can, flinging it out into the vacant lot next door. You pack your meager belongings. Every once in a while you whirl around, half-expecting to see Alice's visage madly swooping at you. You drive straight to your house. When you enter, it feels different than it had before. There's absolutely no indication of anything supernatural. The house is still, but the mysterious air currents and murmuring drafts are gone. You're truly alone with nothing but dust and half-completed renovations around you. You breathe a sigh of relief. Then you laugh. Let Alice haunt the vacant lot next to the shitty motel. Who needs Ghost Busters? You solved this all on your own! You set up the IKEA bed frame and bookcases, making the sparse bedroom into an actually completed bedroom. Lily is going to be so impressed at all the work you've done! Then you'll both work on building the perfect little dream-cottage together...one that's 100% ghost-free! You work tirelessly, cleaning up the drywall and construction mess, so she isn't too overwhelmed by the project when she sees it, and soon you have the inside looking quite neat, if a little old and stuffy. You work until late evening, when Lily's flight lands. The airport pickup goes exactly as usual, with lots of kissing and excitedly telling each other everything about your time apart. When you pull up to the house, you can see the excitement in your wife's eyes as you show her every part of the house and all the repairs you've done already. "This is incredible!" Lily says, running a hand across a painted wall. "The colors I picked out look so much better in-person! And I can't wait to finally have space to garden!" "And space for whatever other hobbies we could possibly want!" you add. "Yes, but for now there's only one thing I want." Lily says, snaking a finger over the top of your jeans and pulling you toward the bedroom. You both fall onto the bed, kissing and groping each other passionately. One of her hands squeezes your breast while another begins to squeeze and rub your penis. You return the favor, slipping your hand into her panties. It all feels so good...but your body isn't responding the way you wish it were. You grind against her palm, but your erection just isn't building. Lily glances down. "Is-is everything alright?" she asks. "I think-maybe it's a hormonal thing?" you mumble. It's true that the hormones could make it harder to get an erection for you, but to be completely soft, even after a month without Lily is odd. "That's okay." Lily says, "If you want you can take a pill and we can try again...but I, personally, can't wait." She slips out from under you and retrieves her trusty vibrator. Hiding how disappointed you are, you continue to make out with Lily and finger her as she uses her vibrator to get off. It doesn't take her long. Her whole body tenses and she whimpers adorably before the imminent orgasm hits in a back-arching climax that has her twitching and moaning for a full minute before her body collapses into a sweaty heap. Her limp hand drops the still-running vibrator as she pants for air. You pick up the toy and switch it off, placing it on the nightstand. You look down at your own soft penis and feel the sharp sting of sexual frustration. You've rarely had impotence while on your hormones, and it really really sucks that it coincidentally happened tonight when you wanted sex so badly. You consider taking one of the blue pills to help with this, but Lily is already fast asleep. It's not fair that she gets to cum so hard and you don't get anything at all! But oh well, life is hardly ever fair. You drape the blanket over her, then lay next to her. You rub your soft penis bitterly. Despite being soft, it's dripping precum, the only visible sign of arousal. You're so horny! You consider using her vibrator, but the noise would wake her. You exhale sadly through your nose, then close your eyes. Somehow, you manage to fall asleep. "Wakey-wakey, Sleepy-head!" Your eyes shoot open, Alice is directly above you, laying casually against the ceiling. You try to move, to open your mouth, to grab at Lily and warn her, but you can't speak or move. "Tsk, tsk, tsk...awful unfriendly of you, trying to get rid of me like that. Taking off the ring didn't sever our connection anymore than it severed my shitty marriage." she says with a smile, "Surprise, by the way! I’ve been watching you this whole time! I always did love a good prank!" she giggles. She drifts down from the ceiling and circles the bed. "Don't bother trying to move. I used to get sleep paralysis. Turns out I can kinda trigger it in others! Besides, if you woke up your wife she wouldn't see or hear me anyway. That’s reserved for you only, for some reason." She sits on the air above the bed and points to your crotch. "Did you like my soft little gift for you? Turns out I can fuck with the electrical stimuli your nerves send to get hard." You glare at her. "She certainly seemed to enjoy her gift! All I did was enhance some signals instead of shutting them off. Goddamn if it didn't make me a little jealous! I don’t think I ever came like that in the entire time I was alive!" Lily stirs in her sleep and exhales softly. "Curious what she's dreaming about?" Alice asks, "I can't do anything with conscious thoughts, but dreams are super easy to see. Sometimes I can even manipulate them a bit." She places a finger against Lily's head. All you can do is breathe a little faster as Alice's finger phases slightly through your wife's head. "Oooh, she's having a sex dream!" gasps Alice with a smile. "And it's with you! Imagine that! Your average cock is hard in this dream!" She looks down at your still-flaccid crotch. "That doesn't seem very accurate anymore…but since she’s having a fantasy, let’s improve on it, shall we?" Alice squints for a moment, and Lily moans in her sleep. "There! now the penis fucking her is just the right size, going at just the rhythm she wants!" She looks down at you and sticks out her bottom lip in mock sympathy "It's just no longer your penis! How sad! Don't worry though, you're in her dream too! you're occasionally popping in to thank her lover for fucking her correctly! Isn't that funny?" She laughs gleefully. You blush with embarrassment and impotent rage. "This is fun and all, but let's get back to where we left off this morning." She removes her finger from Lily's head, leaving her to dream of some cuckold version of you.  "Earlier today you asked me what I wanted and I didn't know. I think I've figured it out though." She drifts across the room, and reclines as though she's relaxing on an invisible divan. "I guess it all stems from my incredibly shitty life. I had a shitty childhood with no freedom at all. Couldn't dress as I wanted or do what I wanted. I had to go to church...pretty generic for my era, I suppose." She waves a hand in a circle to signify time passing. "Then came the arranged marriage, the abuse, the cheating, even more abuse, the inability to get a divorce...I couldn't run away because single women couldn't have careers....Do you know? I couldn't even legally open a bank account without a man's approval!" She sighs "On a good day I was treated like a child. On average days I was an object. And on the bad days I was little more than an animal. Every waking moment was a humiliation. And I just accepted it for so..so very long." "Then one day..."She raises her transparent, lightly blue hands and stares at them. "Anyway. enough feeling sorry for myself." she swings her legs off the invisible couch and begins to pace the width of the room. "When another woman finally put on my old ring, I suddenly had focus, concentration, drive, power! And what did I find? You. You, with your perfect life and your perfect marriage and your perfect womanhood. Free to do everything I had never even dreamed of." Her hands clench and she's trembling with sudden rage. Her bluish hue turns slightly purple and she's blinking as though tears are streaming down her face. "It's not fair!" She screams.  She collects herself and takes a deep breath into her non-existent lungs as her color returns to a subtle blue. "I know what I need to be put to rest finally. And I know it's illogical...but I don't even think I'm capable of acting logically anymore." She stares at the mirror as if she can see her reflection and sags. "I'm just a shell... An avatar for all the rage and injustice I experienced...with just enough conscious thought left to understand that all I am is a hunger...an irresistible craving for what I need to finally rest." Lily moans softly and stirs. Her pelvis shifts forward and backward slightly. Alice gazes at Lily and smiles. "At least I can bring some others a bit of pleasure." She sighs and hovers above you, and traces a circle over your stomach with a weightless finger. "Back to what I need to rest...You put on my ring. You took over my role. And it's up to me to shape you and train you until you're living a role that makes you feel as tiny, powerless, used, and humiliated as I felt." She shrugs "I'm really sorry...some part of me knows how hypocritical that is, but that's just how it has to go. I don't know how I know that's what I need...I just....know!" She plunges her hand into you. You want to flinch, scramble away from her, scream, but all you can do is watch. You feel nothing despite her entire hand being inside your pelvis. "You didn't tell your wife about me, which means she's already more likely to think you're crazy than to believe you. And I doubt she'd take you any more seriously if you claim a spooky ghost made you wet the bed. I mean...that's just so ridiculously childish and pathetic...I honestly hope you try it." Her forearm flexes and you feel a sudden urge to pee. Lily stirs again and gasps. You feel her butt brush against your hand as she sleepily grinds against her dream lover. Alice looks at her. "Tell you what. Since I'm not a complete monster, I'll make a deal with you. I'll set her dream back to the way it was but you'll have to shit the bed on top of wetting it. What do you say?" You open and close your mouth, trying to plead with your new captor. You feel her grip on your bladder tighten painfully. You're trying your hardest not to piss, but it's a losing battle. "Ah ah ah! Remember! You can't reason or plead with me! I'm just a shell containing a dead woman's uncontrollable rage! This is happening regardless of what you say or do! Now choose. Blink once for pissing yourself, or twice for shitting yourself and fixing your wife's dream."   Chapter 2: A Night to Remember It's a difficult decision, but you force yourself to blink twice. "Really?" She tilts her head, considering the implications. "How fascinating. Are you so insecure that you really think a simple sex dream will divide you and your wife? Or are you just a little crybaby and the mean dream is hurting your thin skin?” She tilts her head and her voice goes icy. “Perhaps you're just extremely possessive of your wife, like my husband possessed me." She shakes her head and shrugs. "We'll simply have to dig into that later. For now though I'll honor my word."  She slips a finger into your wife's head and squints. "You're barging into the room with her dream lover...Now you're forcing him to leave...aw, Lily is begging you to let him stay! Don't worry, you're not listening to anything she's saying. now you're forcefully and jealously taking his place...fucking her with your average cock...at a rhythm that works for you, not her. Just like you were before." She withdraws her finger. "Just as we agreed! Now her dream is exactly as it was before I meddled. Do you think she'll remember her dream? Is the comparison between you and what she could be having what you really wanted?" Alice lets out a sad sigh. "How disappointing for her that she's married to someone that can't even stand letting her have the freedom of a simple dream..." Her coloring turns just a little more red. The hand still within your body clenches, and you lose any hope of control. A stream of hot, smelly piss hisses out into the waiting sheets. Your paralyzed body can only gurgle out a moan of shame as you feel the warm liquid pooling against your body, filling the indent of your body in the mattress, down your legs and up your torso, soaking into your pajamas. You feel the rapidly cooling wetness as it spreads up the sheets and around your body. Gradually the torrent of piss slows, then stops. There's a dull ache in your pelvis, no doubt caused by a grasping fist clenching every last drop from your bladder. Alice, still sitting on the air above you, leans back. Her hands fall limply to her sides as she shivers and twitches. She lets out a soft moan with a long low breath. Did she just cum? "Ngh.....fuck.....that feels so....so good." She opens her eyes and meets your gaze. "Your embarrassment...your humiliation...I can feel it!" She holds her trembling hands up and stares at them "For the first time in so long I can feel something!" She smiles at you, and your blood runs cold. "I think I'm going to really enjoy this." She giggles. She plunges her hands deep into your stomach. All you can see are her arms moving and her forearms flexing. She laughs. "It's just like making sausage! or squeezing out toothpaste through a really long tube!" Your stomach is cramping painfully and the urge to poop is growing stronger and stronger. You can barely hold in the ever-building pressure. Sweat is running down your face and wetting your pillow as you strain to hold your mess inside you. "There!" she says, proudly, "The contents of all 30 feet of intestine have been squished right up against your little pink donut!" You try to beg her to not do what she's planning. "P-p-pl" you whisper weakly. "We had a deal! No backsies!" She moves her hands slightly and you feel a solid wet mass push out of your protesting hole, mushing against the bed, and slowly filling the cleft between your cheeks. Tears of pure shame and humiliation run down your cheek as she massages your colon, milking your mess directly into the piss-soaked bed. The solid mass creeps up your back, filling the cavity at the small of your back. Simultaneously you feel the hot mush squish downward, brushing your scrotum. You feel like you're going to be sick as your body coats itself in your filth. The solid mush ends, transitioning instantly to hot putrid diarrhea as the entire contents of your small intestine spill out. You can feel it pooling into the indent your body is making in the bed. It feels like a full gallon of the wretched liquid. The raging torrent slows as Alice finishes her task of draining your body completely. Alice collapses backward, floating limply on a sea of bliss as you lay in a swamp of your own making. "Wow." she says weakly as she returns back to earth. "That was...just...wow." She snaps back to reality and gives you an awful smirk. "Oh, but I've kept you awake far too long! You need your beauty sleep!" Her finger pressing into your forehead is the last thought you recall. You dream that you're in the softest, coziest bed, with silky soft satin rubbing against your body. It's perfect...almost. As soon as you get comfortable, the bed starts to become just barely too warm, only cooling once you've rolled over or flipped a pillow to reveal the nice comfortable cool side. You are sleepily aware that you're rolling and tossing and turning in your sleep, but your mind is too disconnected from reality to comprehend why that might be a bad thing. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Lily is standing by the bed, looking down at herself. Early morning light is streaming through the window. There's...something on her...did something spill? The sleepy haze gives way and in one awful moment you remember all the horrific details of last night. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Lily says. She's frozen in place looking at the filth that seeped from your side of the bed to hers. Her arms are outstretched to her sides, too disgusted to touch the brown liquid that’s clinging to her naked body. "Please. Dear God. Tell me the fucking shower works." She's glaring daggers at you. She's pissed off, and rightfully so. You nod, and she carefully speed-walks from the bedroom. "Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!" You sit up and the mattress squishes audibly. You almost throw up, and not just because of the smell. You've not only destroyed the bed, but your tossing and turning has covered you in your own waste. Alice is miming a seated position on the dresser, rocking and cackling with glee. "You look like a little piggy that's been rolling in the mud!" she laughs "Did my little piggy like her mud bath?" She continues laughing hysterically as you wipe yourself as clean as you can, fold up the bedding, and quickly carry the soggy mess to the back yard. You'll take it out to the dumpster when you've thoroughly cleaned and dressed. Lily returns to the bedroom. She's naked, wet, and clean. You can't help but bitterly think that if this were any other circumstance you'd be having sex right now. As it is, it's just your turn to shower off your mess. A few minutes later you're both clean and staring at the destroyed mattress. "Okay. What was that? She asks." Alice leans forward and bites her bottom lip. "Tell her the truth!" she begs "Please! It'll be so fucking funny! Pleeeaaase!" "I-I must have eaten something spoiled...and I was really tired after working on the house." you lie, "I just didn't know I was so tired that I wouldn't wake up for..." You motion toward the mattress. "Boo!" hisses Alice as she fades into invisibility. "Well, we needed a new mattress anyway." Lily says reluctantly. It isn't true, but it's nice that she's trying to make you feel better about the situation. Together you haul the mattress into the back yard and lean it against the house. It'll have to be taken to the dump at some point. "Hopefully this doesn't happen again." she states. She looks at her watch. "You'll be late for work. Go get dressed. I’ll take care of all...this." "You're sure?" You ask. "Yes...just go." She's still angry, and you can't fault her. You'd be upset too, even if it had been an honest accident. You dress with no sign of Alice. You start to hope that perhaps she's satisfied herself for the day, but as you pull away from the curb she materializes in the passenger seat of your car. "Can't you just fucking leave me alone?" you spit angrily. "Nope!" She responds cheerfully. You ride together in silence, each of your moods clear opposites of the other. She silently claps her non-existent hands together at a new scintillating thought "Ooh! Does your store sell diapers?" You try to ignore her new horrific idea, but you feel your heart beat a little faster despite trying to focus solely on the road. "What if you bought a pack?! What if you know the coworker at the register!? Oh my god, just the thought of it is making me so excited!" You're trying to remain calm, and not react. You don't want her to feed off your embarrassment any more than she already has. "Oh! What if you have an accident THEN buy them! And what if you get cute little girl ones? You're already so embarrassed just thinking about it!" Fuck, she can feel your emotions even when you try to suppress them! "An-and what if- what if you ask them to help you find- like- extra h-high c-capacity ones?" You glance at her and a transparent hand has snaked its way up her nightgown. Her eyes are closed as she rubs herself to the fantasy. You're almost certain she can't even feel her hand. It's just something she's reflexively doing as she basks in your delicious embarrassment. She sighs and returns to the here-and-now. She looks you up and down with a scrutinizing glance. "You're stopping for food." she says matter-of-factly, "Or I'll make you lose your job. Your choice." You're not sure how she'd make you lose your job..but you REALLY don't want to see what she's capable of. You sigh, and, knowing exactly why she wants you to eat, you force yourself to pull into the next available drive-thru. Two burgers, a large fry, and a large soda later, you park behind the grocery store where you work. "Yes! We're here, we're here, we're here!" Alice excitedly yells. She exits the car through the roof and dances in a circle around you with girlish glee as you mournfully cross the parking lot. Her ecstatic behavior would be cute if it weren't for....well...everything she has planned for you.   Chapter 3: ‘Take Your Ghost to Work’ Day You shuffle through the automated glass doors. You watch as Alice glides forward. She disappears between the rows of shelves. Occasionally you hear her giggle or gasp at something. "Geez, look at you! Rough night?" Mike, your manager says with a smile, "or maybe too good of a night, eh?" "SIX DOLLARS FOR PICKLES?!" "You wouldn't believe it if I told you." you say miserably. "And what the fuck is Kranch?!" "Well maybe stocking some shelves will take your mind off of last night." Mike says. "Lemme know if you wanna bend my ear sometime." "Yeah, thanks, Mike. I appreciate it." You go about your job, doing your best to ignore the ever-present blue spirit darting through the shelving, marveling at what the latest grocery technologies. At least she's distracted and not bothering you. "Woah! Oat milk? ...Pea milk?! "Hey girl, Mike said you might want a little help restocking some shelves. Said you looked like shit." your coworker Liz says as she approaches. "HOLY SHIT, MEAT-FREE MEAT?!" "That bad, eh?" "Yeah. Did you sleep at all?" Liz asks. "A little. But then I had a rough morning. Not really worth talking about though. I'm doing alright" A blue blur shoots right through Liz as Alice zooms through the aisles. "Look at all the nail polishes! There must be a hundred of them! They're gorgeous!" "Well...let me know if you need any help." "Thanks, will-do." You say. Alice pops her head through the shelf you're stocking "Alright, I've found the perfect diapers for you to buy!" You've been dreading this, but you've also been thinking of ways to reason with her. You look up and down the aisle to make sure you're alone before answering. "No." you whisper. "I'm not going to buy anything right now. I don't have to pee, and the food hasn't even left my stomach yet. If you're gonna make me poop, then you're gonna have to wait until later." She balls up her fists, and her blue turns purple. "And, you won't make me lose my job...not when there are so many fun ways to embarrass me here at work, right?" You smile. You've got her now. In an instant she disappears. The next instant a trickle of urine is dripping down your leg as a small dark wet spot begins to spread in front of your crotch. The small volume of urine inside you is now dripping out of you. "Congratulations on losing bladder privileges! Enjoy having a bladder the size of a peanut for the day!" "Okay! Okay! Just stop, please!" you gasp, watching the stain slowly spread. "Oh, and there's always some kind of liquid in here, even if there's nothing really solid right now." Your stomach gurgles and cramps as a dribble of diarrhea is forcefully pressed out into your underwear. "Now, who's going to be a good girl and buy herself a nice new package of diapers? Tell me!" "M-me." You say, trying to cover your crotch as you continue to drip into your now-soaked jeans. You can feel it seeping into your socks. "Say it all." "I-I" you swallow and wince at the words you're about to say. "I'll be a good girl and buy myself some diapers." "And why are you buying yourself diapers?" "Be-because I need them." You mutter. "Good girl!" Alice reappears and giddily leads you to the hygiene aisle, as though you don’t know where that is. She points at a package of extra absorbent overnight adult diapers. Your hands tremble as you pick up the package. Every wet step towards the register squelches ten times louder than you want it to. Time seems to slow as you carry the package to the only open register, now operated by Mike. He glances at the package of diapers, then at the dark stain on your pants. His nose wrinkles as he smells Alice's very professional frame-up. "Jesus, are you alright kid?" he asks. You wince. He's never called you 'kid' before, despite being much older than you. You want to deny that they're for you or come up with some flimsy excuse...but you're wearing all the evidence. "Y-yeah. Just- uh...well-" It's so humiliating that you're fighting back tears, which you know just makes you look even more ridiculous...which in turn is making you even more embarrassed. "Hey, nothing to be ashamed of!" Mike says, scanning the package. "Th-thanks." you mutter as you pay. "Go right back and put one on. I'll see if Liz has anything else you can wear." "Thanks." "But...I hate to do it, but...we work with food. y'know? Everything has to be super clean." Your stomach drops. "Am I...fired?" you ask. "For this? God no! You'd sue us for discrimination...but the company has a program for employees with...needs. You're having trouble keeping clean...and I'm required to report this, for hygiene reasons." "I'm not having trouble keeping 'clean'!" You insist. You hear Alice giggle. Your bladder is squeezed again, and a trickle of urine audibly runs down your leg. Mike glances downward momentarily at the widening dark spot on your pants. "Uh-huh...Listen, it'll just be a sheet or two of paperwork, and then a nurse will come by at around lunch time every day to clean you up and make sure you're good to work. one hundred percent covered by the store." "I don't need that!" You exclaim. "This is a one-time thing! an accident!" Alice laughs again, "Here comes one of those burgers ahead of schedule!" You gasp and the blood drains from your face. Your legs wobble as you loudly fill your panties with a load of feces that pushes your cheeks apart. You don't even notice that you've automatically crouched a bit until the squishy mass finishes pushing into a disgusting pile in your panties. You can feel the load as it sags downward, pulling at your underwear. Mike watches it in barely-veiled disgust. Any hope of getting out of this with a shred of dignity is shattered. "C'mon. I don't want to fire you. Just...go clean yourself up and then I'll meet you at the office to sign the paperwork. Otherwise I won't have a choice. Again, we work with food. You only get one strike and...well..." He motions toward your destroyed pants and the growing puddle at your feet. What else can you do? You can't afford to search for a new job, not with the mortgage and renovations. You nod, and start shuffling toward the women's room, holding the diapers in front of you in a pathetic attempt to hide the majority of the stain. As you slowly squelch away you hear Mike pick speak into his radio. "Hey Liz, we need a mop-job at register three, aisles six through eight, and from register three to the restrooms. Also I don't suppose you have a spare pair of pants?" "What the hell happened over there?" Liz responds. "Just bring some bottoms to the women's room if you have them. Another employee had an accident and needs to change." "Another employee?" Alice giggles "It's a cute attempt to preserve your anonymity, but there's only the three of you in here right now!"     You're in the restroom for half an hour wiping and cleaning. It's a long and disgusting job. One Alice doesn't care to watch. At least you're finally alone again while she explores the store. Finally clean, you sadly drop your pants and underwear into the garbage. Ripping open the packaging and spreading the crinkly diaper onto the restroom floor feels like a self-betrayal...like some kind of shameful ritual. Alice drifts through the door and smiles "Oh good! I didn't miss it! Baby's first diaper!" She lowers herself to her knees next to the diaper and pats it. "Come sit! I bet you're just so eager to tape yourself up into your new home!" "Do you ever shut up?" You spit angrily. "How does it feel knowing that once you tape yourself into this diaper you'll never wear panties again?" She asks, ignoring your attitude. "She pats the diaper with a weightless hand again. "Come! Sit, fussy-butt! A whole new life is waiting for you!" You swallow, and you want to run, but you don't have any choice. Lowering yourself onto the diaper feels like lowering yourself onto a bear trap. You wince at the loud crinkling as your weight presses into the padding. "Tape the legs first, unless you want to leak...which-" she giggles, "you'll probably be doing later anyway." She fingers herself, while hungrily watching as you pull the front of the diaper over yourself before taping it into place. There's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hey, I had to run out to my car, but I found something that fit you." Liz says through the door. You stand and wince at the cacophony of crinkles every movement produces. You open the door a crack and she passes a small black skirt through the door. "It's not much, but it should cover everything. If not, Mike says you can leave for the day or work in the back. Whatever you're comfortable with." "Thanks" you mutter. "No Problem! It's not something you can control. Please don't be embarrassed. Mike and I totally get it. We're honestly just impressed that you hid it for this long." "Thanks," you say, "but I've never been more embarrassed in my life." "Please don't be. We know you can't control it. If this were something you wanted you'd probably use those giant patterned fetish diapers, not the plain medical ones we sell." Alice gasps "They make MORE embarrassing ones?! Yes! God Yes! We're getting some!" Fuck, why did Liz have to say that? You hear her muffled footsteps as she leaves. "We HAVE to get some of those! Where do they sell them? Tell me!" begs Alice. "I dunno. Online probably." You mutter. "On a line?" She tilts her head. You ignore her and pull the mini skirt up your legs. It almost hides the diaper, which pokes out embarrassingly through the bottom, and protrudes shamefully the instant you bend over. No matter how you pull at the hemline, the skirt just simply doesn't have enough surface area to hide the large diaper. You groan. You can't afford to miss the hours and go home. And you definitely don't want to tell Lily about your new diapered status right now. It looks like today you'll be doing inventory in the back, out of sight of any customers with your new diapers in plain view of your coworkers. "Oh well. We'll discuss the line store later." She smiles mischievously, "want to play another would-you-rather game?" "Fuck no." You say bitterly. She ignores you. "While exploring around the loading dock, a truck driver was talking about a seedy bar and grill just up the street. He mentioned a glory hole." You feel your face go white. You try to swallow but your mouth has suddenly gone dry. She continues conversationally, "Would you rather anonymously have cocks for lunch today? Or cum uncontrollably during to-morrow's work-mandated diaper change?" You swallow. This can't be happening!   Chapter 4: On Your Knees You can't believe that this is a decision you have to make. You think of your wife. Surely it wouldn't really be cheating if it was something uncontrollable during what is essentially a medical procedure. It probably happens all the time with patients getting changed...right? At least...it would be less like cheating than actually blowing people...right? At least it would be safer than blowing strangers in a men's room. I...I guess...the orgasm." You say. "Oh goody!" she claps her hands eagerly, "So the glory hole it is!" "Wait a minute! I chose the-" "Yes, and because you're being so fussy and somber I've decided you should get the opposite!" "That's not fair! If you're not going to play by the rules then I'm not going to either! I'm not going to do it just because you tell me to." "See? This is the 'cranky baby' attitude I'm talking about! If you don't shape up and suck your lunchtime cocks i'll just have to-" "You'll what? Make me use this fucking diaper like you're already going to? Why should I do anything you want?! I've got nothing to lose!" "Oh baby, sweet, innocent, stupid baby." She darts forward and her hand passes into you. "Nothing to lose? Well here are your adrenal glands. I could give them a squeeze. Would you like to have a never-ending panic attack for a year straight?" Her arm moves upward. "And here are your lungs! Maybe as punishment you could have severe shortness of breath for a couple years. Or maybe you'll need a machine to breathe for a while." Her hand pushes deeper and her voice grows colder and emotionless. "Here's your spinal cord...Would you like to be a paraplegic? How about a quadriplegic? You already know I can fuck with the electrical signals in nerves. How long would you be willing to watch your body atrophy away before you're begging me for the opportunity to operate a glory hole 24/7?" You look into her eyes and see nothing but cold, dead ice. Her color has gone from blue to white. "I don't get tired, and I'm extremely patient if I have to be. If you need to live in a hospital bed for a few years to be more compliant...so be it. And if you're stubborn enough to not play, even then...well..." her hand moves again, "Right here is your heart... a built-in 'game-over' button." You shudder and look at the floor. Her gaze is too cold and merciless for you to take any longer. There’s a hissing sound from your diaper, but this time it’s from fear, not Alice’s clutching hand.. "Now. If I say you're going to sit on a men's room floor and suck every cock offered to you...what are you going to do?" "Th-that." you whisper weakly. She blinks a few times, and her body relaxes. She returns to her calm blue color. She floats to the door. "Good girl! Now let's go sign the paperwork for your work-mandated diaper changes! Afterward you can do your 'job' until it's time for your very special lunch!" She giggles. "I can't wait!" You sigh sadly and pull once more at the short skirt. In your reflection you can still see the white diaper peeking out beneath the hem. Oh well, You may as well get this over with. You crinkle loudly to the little manager's office, well aware that anyone who can't see your diaper, would still be able to hear it. "Is that all Liz had?" Mike asks. "Unfortunately, yeah." "You sure you don't want to just go home?" he says. "Nobody would be upset." "I need the hours. I can just do inventory and unload stuff in the back." Mike shrugs. "Well, alright. Just don't make any more messes. Like I said earlier, this is a 'one strike and you're out' kind of business when it comes to human waste." "I know. Understood." He slides a couple sheets of paper across the desk, and you skim them before signing. "That's it?" you ask. "Yep, that's all. You can head on back and work as long as you like. Just don't make me regret this." Mike says. "Of course...thanks." You shuffle quickly to the back warehouse area, tugging and fussing with your skirt the whole way. You're constantly aware of your exposed diaper as you work. Even when alone, you wince every time you bend over, knowing that you're showing off your diaper every single time. To make everything worse, Alice is now invisible again, and keeping your bladder completely squished, resulting in a constant drip into your diaper, and a painful 'full bladder' feeling the instant you stop. You're bending over to lift a box when a hand firmly presses into the back of your diaper squishing the cold sodden padding against your body. You gasp and jump. "Pretty full load there, Sis." Liz says. She leans against a shelving unit. "Mike said I should come check on you. Do you, like, want to get fired?" She asks. "What? No!" you say. "Then why is your diaper absolutely saturated and about to leak?" She asks. "Look for yourself." You raise your little skirt. The diaper has gone a dark yellow, is really heavy and sagging low. You stop constantly peeing, and realize Alice has stopped gripping your bladder. How long have you been constantly wetting yourself for no reason? You blush. "You must be new to wearing diapers, huh?" Liz asks. You nod your head slowly.. "That thing is obviously about to overflow, and if it does, Mike is gonna fire you so fast." she points at herself with her thumb, "Don't worry, I can help you out. Whenever I see you I can give you a diaper check and let you know if you need a change." she shrugs, "You're a good coworker and fun to hang out with. I'd hate to see you go." "Agree and say thank you!" Alice says from somewhere in the room. Your face is burning. Not only are you in diapers, but your diapers are going to be checked constantly, as though you're a toddler! You force out the words. "Thanks, I'd-uh, appreciate it." "No problem. I put your diapers in the break room. You accidentally left them in the bathroom." She looks at her watch. "Say, don't you have lunch break now? Where are you gonna go?" "J-just up the street. I'm gonna try that bar and grill." Her nose wrinkles. "That sketchy place? I wouldn't step foot in there! Earlier today some trucker told me that there's even a glory hole in the men's room." She shrugs, "To each their own. Enjoy your lunch break, let me know how the food is over there." She turns and leaves. "Yes! Finally! Lunchtime!" Alice laughs "Baby needs her protein!" You change into a fresh diaper in the employee's bathroom, once again subjecting yourself to the anguish of taping it up. This time you make sure it's as high up on your waist as possible, so the skirt hides it better. The bar & grill is mostly empty when you enter, but the man behind the bar looks you up and down with a penetrating gaze as you enter. There's a table of rednecks against the far wall that briefly turn to look at you, then return to their drinks. You shuffle across the floor, your dry diaper crinkling loudly all the way. You wish you were invisible as you shuffle across the restaurant, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible before quickly darting into the men's room. Being in a men's room for the first time in years feels so strange. You haven't seen a urinal in-person in so long...they look alien and weird. Still wanting to hide, you quickly find the stall with the hole, pick the side with the rubber mat that has been generously laid down to protect knees, and lock the door behind you. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this!" You whisper. "This is disgusting!" Alice shrugs and smiles. "Welcome to your new life! Now get down on your knees like the little slut you're gonna become!" You clench your fists, sigh, and force yourself to drop to your knees. The hole is a few inches wide, and has been padded with rubber and tape. There's a revolting musky smell wafting from it. You'd spent all day trying not to think about this, but now that you're here, staring at the opening before you, you feel like you're going to be sick. "I-I don't want to do this!" you whimper pathetically. "No shit. But you chose this by being a grumpy little brat. If you were a happy girl, you'd be doing what you wanted, spraying cum all over your stomach for your nanny." She floats to the toilet and pretends to sit on it, hovering an inch from the seat. "Don't worry, I'll give you tips and help you practice until you're the best at this." "That's not what I'm concerned about." you whisper. You both sit in silence for several minutes, until the door opens loudly, making you jump. You hear heavy boots, then see a shadow under the divider before you. A zipper is undone, and there's a rustling of cloth. A long, veiny cock presses through the hole, further than you'd expected. You automatically move your head away from it and wince at the musky smell of sweat and beer. Alice giggles. "Ooh, what a stud!" She sits forward and threateningly inserts her hand into your body. "Open up for the airplane baby!" Tentatively, you open your mouth and slowly bring your head forward until the penis is just barely in your mouth. You can't help it, your tongue moves backward, avoiding any contact. "Don't got all day." A gruff voice says from behind the stall. "Suck. Now." "trembling, and fighting back the tears, your lips close around the shaft. You relax your tongue a little and taste a salty drop of precum. You're vaguely aware that you're peeing your diaper from the sheer fear of what you're about to do. "Seal your lips around him, but keep your mouth wide open. You don't want to make a stranger angry by scraping his dick with your teeth, and you definitely don't want to make me angry by doing a shit job." You tremble as you fully relax your tongue. It slides under the glans. There's a corresponding moan from the man. "Now add some suction and move back and forth. That's it. Just a little at first." The man's fingers become visible as he grips the top of the men's room wall. "Angle your head so the pressure is on the bottom of your mouth. The friction comes from your soft tongue, not the hard roof of your mouth." "Now work him a little deeper. Good girl. Only take him to the point where your gag reflex is starting to kick in. That's it." You're now bobbing on the cock. Just as instructed you're taking him nearly to the back of your mouth, just to where the gag reflex starts. You cough and choke a few times, but besides that the only sound in the bathroom is a wet 'glurk glurk' sound as you blow the man. "Now, when you have his head all the way at the back of your throat, you're gonna moan like a fucking slut. The vibrations really set men off." You take him as deeply as you dare and try to moan. It's more of a cross between a pathetic whimper and a squeak. It still elicits a shaky breath from the man. "Alright, he's getting close. You're going to feel a few throbbing pulses a few minutes before he cums. Since you still have a pretty healthy gag reflex, It's probably safest for now if you just savor his flavor and let him paint your mouth. When you get better at this you can take them into your throat to bypass the taste." You whimper as you feel the penis pulse and throb, then squeal with disgust as your mouth fills with thick, salty, and slimy spunk. "MMM!" You panic, you can't possibly bring yourself to swallow this awful slime! and your mouth is filling up quickly. Every throb spews another thick rope of cum into your mostly-full mouth. "Good girls swallow." You try to swallow, but something in your mind won't let you. The carefully forced swallow goes wrong, and you cough instead. Hot jizz and drool spew out all over your chin, the front of your shirt, and even your skirt. "How disappointing." she sighs, "Take him deep and suck him as clean as you can. If he pulls is dick back and it's covered in anything but spit he could become angry...or in my experience, violent." The thought of being attacked in a men's room is more than enough incentive to lean forward and suck him one final time. This time you manage to swallow the dilute traces of semen. "And give the tip a big sloppy kiss so he knows you're done. Run your tongue around the head a few times when you do." You lean forward and kiss the head. Licking around the soft sensitive area. "Heh, thanks." That's all the reward you get. He zips up his jeans and leaves. Through the door you hear him say "She's new and kinda stiff, but she's alright. Got the job done."  You think you hear some chuckling, but you're not sure. You look down at yourself. Your shirt, face, and skirt are wet with saliva and semen. You pick up your phone and in the dark screen's reflection you see that your eye makeup has run and left dark streaks down your cheeks. You whimper and feel another trickle of urine as you stare at the whore in the reflection. What are you becoming? The door opens and one of the man's friends enters the stall. There's a similar zipping sound, and another swelling cock is pushed through the hole. Alice sticks her head through the wall to look at the new client. and sighs. "No... this one isn't right either." She returns and motions for you to attend to the man. "Don't keep your betters waiting baby. They'll cum faster if you act like you're eager." You lean forward and take him into your mouth, but give her a quizzical look. What is she looking for? Not right? Does she expect to know someone? She notices your expression. What she says next makes you splutter, dribbling drool all over yourself. "Oh, don't worry about your little head. I'm just looking for the perfect daddy for you."   Chapter 5: Urine Trouble Now A Daddy?! "Mmggfff!" You try to protest around a mouthful of cock. A stream of drool dribbles down your chest. "Don't talk with your mouth full. It's un-ladylike." The penis pulses and your mouth fills with the second load of the day. This time you struggle, and manage to force down the disgusting load. The cock pulls back through the hole before you can clean and kiss it though, leaving you gasping for air and coughing on the awful salty slime in your mouth and throat. "Good girl. At least you swallowed that time!" "I-I- don't-" You cough again. "I don't want a daddy!" "And yet you're going to get one! Aren't I just so generous?" "B-but w-why?" you pant. "Oh honey. Your days of sex are over! Maybe your wife will give you a little hand-job during a diaper change, as a form of maintenance, but do you really think you'll be cumming like an adult as long as I'm here? No...she'll need somebody competent to replace whatever pathetic stuff you've been calling sex." You grit your teeth and glare at her. You'll find some way to get out of this. You have to. Alice doesn't seem to notice your defiant look though. Instead she's distracted by a loud rumble from outside the restaurant. It's so loud you can feel the vibrations in the floor. Alice moves to the wall and sticks her head through it and out of the restaurant. "Huh, who knew this was a biker bar!" You gasp. "How many bikers are there?" She's quiet for a while. When she speaks again your stomach drops. "Oh, not that many. twenty-ish so far. More are arriving every minute though!" Alice says excitedly. she returns to you and looks down at you with a big smile. "I certainly hope you're hungry!" The bikers, you quickly learn, taste of sweat, leather, and have absolutely no social anxiety about using a glory hole. There's almost always about four bikers in the bathroom at any time. They talk and laugh, as though one of them isn't in a stall getting off into someone's mouth. The 'gluk gluk' and gagging noises might as well be the sound of the air conditioner. To them you're just another bathroom appliance they're taking turns using. Your lunch break ended a long time ago, but you don't dare leave the stall, not with an entire biker gang out there. You manage to send a hasty text to Lily apologizing about working late. Alice, meanwhile, has taken up her new favorite position halfway inside your stall, and halfway in the client's stall, with one eye on each of you. To her it must look like you're just giving normal blowjobs without any kind of anonymity. Occasionally she leaves the bathroom to do recon, and see what kind of man a potential daddy might be. You find yourself praying that she doesn't find anyone. The disgusting, leathery, sweaty, musk fills your mouth and sinuses as you swallow load after load. Your jaw aches and you're covered with bodily fluid. To make everything worse you've had to use your diaper a few times and now it's cold, heavy, and full. "Alright, I think you're ready to deep-throat. with the next one, I want you to work it a little deeper. Remember, only once in a while. Tease the back of your throat...find your limit and go there. If you throw up all over this biker's boots...well...I'd fear for your safety if I were you." You moan and force yourself a little further onto the current penis you're sucking. The soft, thick glans presses against the back of your throat over and over until you can feel the impulse to cough and retch lessen. "There you go. That's a good girl! Now you can try carefully popping the tip into your throat. There'll be some resistance, then you'll feel it slip past a constriction and into your esophagus. For now, only do it for a second or you'll vomit!" You press your face harder onto the cock and you feel the large pink head 'pop' into the back of your throat, for a millisecond The urge to vomit is incredibly strong, but you choke it down. "Perfect! Now just keep doing that every once in a while. Your gag reflex will die slowly over time. Once you have it mostly gone, you can practice swallowing little bits of spit while the cock is in your throat." Two more cocks later, you find that you are able to have the cock in your mouth, while also swallowing. The urge to vomit is strong, but you're managing it. "Very good! Now do this when they're cumming and you'll bypass the flavor of their cum and they'll get the satisfaction of jizzing straight down your throat! Won't that be hot? Letting them use your body like it's nothing more than an inanimate condom? You'll be a professional cock-sucking diaper slut!" You turn beet red and gurgle an unintelligible protest at the insult. "Quiet, baby. He's getting close. Be good and swallow your yummy cum." she says dismissively. The phallus pulses, and, using your new skill you take his cock into your throat. You swallow over and over, tasting nothing, but you can feel the volume of his seed spurting into your throat again and again. When he's finished using your throat, you clean him and kiss the little slit. Alice claps her hands happily. "There you go! Bravo, Baby! Your very first deep-throat!" You feel emotionally and physically exhausted. Your throat is burning. Your jaw is aching. You find yourself looking at the cool tile and thinking how good it would feel to curl up and sleep...but you don't dare stop. You suck three more cocks, allowing them all to penetrate your throat and discharge directly into your stomach. You're so tired you feel like you're going to pass out. "Tired?" she asks. You nod. Every muscle is shaking and sore. You can't feel your knees, and your voice is completely gone. "It goes a lot faster if you give it just a little bit of enthusiasm. Trust me. If you twist your head, and moan a lot more often, you can get all of this over with a lot faster, believe me." You decide to give it a shot. What more do you have to lose, and if you can satisfy them all maybe they'll leave you alone. It turns out that she was right. eagerly taking each cock and moaning like a whore from a bad porno is exactly what men want apparently. The time between each man becomes longer and longer until you're waiting whole minutes for someone to enter the men's room. Your stomach grumbles and you wonder how much cum you've eaten. It feels like gallons, though you know that must surely be impossible. The tile floor looks so cool and inviting...and it's been a while since anyone wanted you to suck them... Against the logical advice your brain is yelling at you, you give in and curl up on the tile. You allow yourself to fall asleep to horrible dreams of cocks and swallowing thick loads of cum. "Well God damn." The words are low and full of morbid awe. You open your eyes and groan. Everything is sore and you're still in this fucking bathroom. You turn your head toward the door and- It's wide open! Looking down at you is a balding man in a button-up shirt. The owner maybe? The bartender? Around him are about a dozen bikers and rednecks. Some are grinning, others are smirking. You sit up quickly and try to pull your cum-soaked skirt down to cover your saturated, leaking diaper. "God...Damn..." the man repeats. "So this is what the new glory-hole record breaker looks like." He holds up his phone and the camera flash captures you in the lowest state you've ever been in. Drool and cum are all over your face, clothes, hair, and body. Your mascara has run and is now all over your face, as is your smeared lipstick. "You've definitely earned the record-breaker shower! What do you say? Ready for your shower?" He glances at your swollen diaper. "What do you say, Baby?" You try to speak but all that comes out is a croaking noise. You nod instead. A nice refreshing shower sounds like heaven right now. He points at the ground outside the stall. "Crawl on over here." Trembling and too tired to argue. You crawl to where he points, then look up at him. You feel more like a dog than a human at this moment. Alice is watching hungrily, biting her lip and fingering herself in a barely conscious state as she watches you obey shamefully. "First let's get you a drink." He says. From behind someone grabs your nose and uses it to pull your head back. You're looking at the ceiling as someone's penis comes into view. All you can do is whimper as a stream of acrid piss pours into your mouth. You choke, gurgle, and try to keep your mouth closed, but with your nose pinched your only options are to swallow the constant stream, suffocate, or drown. The stream stops and the hand lets go of your nose. As you gasp for air you feel a collar being secured around your neck. Your shirt is pulled over your head, and the wet urine and slime of the day slides disgustingly over your hair and face. You blush and try to cover your breasts, but a sharp tug at the collar has you crawling with your boobs swaying obscenely as you're led to the wall like a dog. The collar is clipped to a carabiner hanging between two urinals. Your hair is yanked back, and somehow attached to the collar, forcing your face toward the ceiling. If you weren't so exhausted you’d be thrashing and trying to run, but you can barely move. Like an exhausted prey animal in a predator's talons, you simply give in and let them do what they want. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs secure your hands behind your back.  A ring gag is wedged into your mouth and buckled tightly behind your head. Nasal hooks that plug your nostrils are inserted, and a strap pulls your nose toward the back of your collar. Whatever enters your ring gag you'll be swallowing, whether you like it or not. There's a click and you smell a thick felt-tip marker against your skin as something is scrawled across your chest. "Blowjob Baby!" reads Alice before breaking into more giddy laughter. "It's perfect!" "Congrats on beating the record and joining our little tradition." From your position you can just barely see down far enough to see the 'wall of honor' he motions toward. It's lined with about a dozen picture frames of various people in your exact position. Each one has a different nickname written across their chest, though you can't read them from here. Soon your picture will be up on that wall, alongside all the other sluts that had actually been turned on by this! Even if you could talk, you'd never convince them that this wasn't exactly what you'd been working for. "Oh my god! Look at you!" she rocks back and forth laughing "You're a urinal! Oh my god you look ridiculous! Look at you! Say Cheese!" The man in the button-up shirt raises his phone and takes your picture. You groan, which is turned into a gurgle by the spit collecting at the back of your throat. "You'll be the first one in a diaper to be added to the wall! That's two records!" laughs Alice. With the door open you never could have seen the picture frames hidden behind it...Alice, of course, had seen them as she flew around the bathroom. She had known this 'reward' was waiting for you the entire time! In hindsight, you recall hearing some of the bikers talking about a 'record breaker'. You'd assumed that they were just talking about sports! You glare angrily at her and gurgle impotently. bladder after bladder is emptied into your mouth and onto your face as you splutter, gurgle, and worst of all, swallow. With the nose-hook plugs and the ring gag, you're forced to gulp and swallow every drop that falls into your mouth as the entire restaurant of rednecks, bikers, farmers, and tradesmen fill you until you feel like you're going to burst. "Well done, and welcome to the hall of fame, Blowjob Baby" says the man, and releases you from the bondage-gear. "We don't have an actual shower, but there's a hose in the alley if you want it." You can barely feel your legs as you stand. Your diaper is absolutely overflowing. As you walk, urine runs down your legs in sheets. Once you're 'alone' in the alley you rip the tapes from the diaper. It hits the ground with a sickening slap. The water is like ice, but it feels amazing to wash off the drool and cum covering your entire body. Alice is sitting on the nearby dumpster, kicking her feet idly. "For what it's worth I'm proud of you! You little record-breaking slut!" "Eat shit." you say. She pretends to pick at some nonexistent dirt under a nail, "Now now, the only reason you had to do all that was because you were fussy. Unless you start playing the good girl, I'm afraid your decisions are going to be reversed. If you're going to be bad, then I can be bad too." She stops picking at her finger and shrugs. "If you were better behaved you would have just gone home and had an embarrassing cum during a diaper change tomorrow...but nope...you had to be a fussy baby and be all pouty and cranky." She floats toward you, stopping only when her face is inches from your own. "From now on, if I say 'be a happy baby' you're going to grin like an idiot. If I say to shit yourself and hump your diaper, you'll do it with a smile...If you want me to respect your decisions, then you have to give me respect and obedience. Got it?" You clench your fists and through gritted teeth force a "Fine." "Splendid." Her hue returns to her usual blue. "Now let's get back home." You take a few steps, but notice for the first time that something is missing. You pat the skirt's left pocket, you still have your phone...You pat the other pocket- "My wallet! It must have fallen out of my pocket!" you gasp, "It must be in the bar still!" "Oh no. It won't be in there." "How do you-" Oh no... "What did you do?" "I found you a daddy! Trust me, he's perfect!" She waves a hand in a gesture of pride. "I must say, moving inanimate non-living tissue like a wallet is really hard for me, but I managed somehow. He probably found it in his pocket a little while after leaving the bar. That was some time ago." She laughs. "He'll probably call your previous address since that's what's on your license, then they'll give him the number on file...Would that be yours, Lily's, or both of you?" she asks. Your blood suddenly runs very, very cold. The apartment complex almost exclusively communicated with Lily. "Lily's number" you say. She giggles. "She'll probably go pick it up while you're at work tomorrow." She looks at you and smirks. "Isn't it funny? While your diaper is being changed, she'll be meeting your new daddy! I can't wait for him to tell her all about how he found it! Do you think he's already called? Do you think she knows? The suspense is killing me!" "Please! Lily can't know!" you beg. "Oops. Far too late for that." Alice says. "B-but...surely you- I mean-" "Let's play 'would you rather' again!" Alice exclaims excitedly. "Would you rather tell your wife absolutely everything about me to get ahead of this? Or would you rather let your new daddy tell her all about how you were going for the record at a glory hole?" She smirks and looks at you mischievously. "Do you think she'll be proud that you broke the record?" She's silent for a bit. "Unrelated, but do you think you'd be able to recognize your new daddy by his taste? Or would looking at his cock be enough?" You barely hear her question. Your mind is racing. Do you dare tell Lily? Surely she'd have to believe that a ghost or something is making you do all this...right?   Chapter 6: Coming Clean You arrive home at around sunset. The events an hour ago don't even feel real to you anymore. If it weren't for the cum and piss on your breath and the 'Blowjob Baby' scrawled across your chest you'd swear that it was all just a very vivid dream. "Wow, you look awful. Rough day?" Lily asks. "Want some tea?" "Tell her everything!" smirks Alice "No tea. I'm good." How do you even begin to explain this? "Uh, babe...something happened I should tell you about. A lot of things, actually." "If you're going to tell me that you lost your wallet, don't worry about it. Someone already found it. I'm picking it up tomorrow on my way to work." She sips at her tea "No, that's not it...though that's related." you say. "You should sit down." Once she's ready, you tell her everything. The strange whispers in the house, Alice appearing to you, making you soil the bed, the staged accident at work. You even tell her about the paperwork you signed guaranteeing that you’d be diapered during your shifts and be changed by a nurse. Through it all Alice sits in rapt attention, smiling widely. Lily, on the other hand, doesn't betray any emotion, she remains still, only interjecting once in a while with a clarifying question here and there. When you get to the glory hole part of the story you put a lot of emphasis on the fact that Alice threatened to stop your heart, and refrain from detailing the whole 'record breaker' part, opting to use the phrase 'a few guys' instead of 'an entire biker gang along with the bar's entire male clientele. "And then I just came home." you say. "Sooo...this Alice...the ghost, she's here now?" "Yeah, she's sitting by the door." Lily looks toward the door. Alice smiles and waves. Lily, of course, sees nothing but air. "And...Alice...she's going to make you mess the bed tonight again?" She asks uncertainly. Alice shrugs "Probably. I don't know. Might be fun." "Yeah, probably. Whatever the most embarrassing thing is, she's probably going to do it." you say miserably. She stands, takes your hand, and guides you to the bedroom. On top of the bed is a package of adult overnight diapers. "I thought it'd be best to play it safe after last night. Mattresses aren't cheap. There's also a waterproof sheet." "Awww, she's already buying diapers for you like an infant! Isn't this just so cute!?" She floats over to the package. "Ask her to put one on you. I don't think you should do it yourself anymore." You blush, "Thanks, but- uh..." You really hope that Lily is believing all of this. "Alice, uh-she says...that you have to put one on me. I shouldn't do it." you say. Lily looks at you blankly and blinks a couple times. Then sighs. "Okay. I guess. Get on the bed." "You believe me...right?" You say as you lay on the bed. "I think-" she pauses, struggling for the right words. "I think I need to think about what I believe." "Are you angry?" You ask "I don't know what I am." She's quiet for a bit as she unfolds a diaper. "How would you feel if I told you that a ghost wouldn't let me have sex with you ever again, and that I spent the day blowing guys and using diapers instead of doing my job?" You raise your butt and she slides the crinkly thing underneath you. "Because of a ghost, of course." she adds quickly, pulling the front of the diaper over your now-permanently-flaccid penis. "You have to do the leg tapes first, or It’ll leak." you say as she reaches for the waist tapes Lily pauses and looks at you, obviously processing a thought about you. "Alice told me!" You exclaim. Somewhere to your right you hear Alice's giggle. She does as you request, and then you're both in bed. "A-are we okay?" You ask. "I don't know. Maybe? I need to think about all of this. It's...a lot." she says. "Yeah, that's fair." You roll onto your stomach and bury your face into the pillow. You want to scream, but after the exhausting day you've had, you fall asleep instead. You dream that you're in a never ending hallway full of doors leading to bathrooms. You desperately have to pee, but every door you open contains a row of urinals, but instead of white porcelain every single urinals is you, naked, without any bondage, smiling eagerly at you as they wait for you to inevitably use one of them Your bladder aches painfully. You barely make it to one of the you-rinals in time. She opens her mouth eagerly and swallows every drop without spilling a single drop, smiling and maintaining eye contact the entire time. "You're so cute when you serve. Shouldn't you show others how cute you can be?" You know that voice from… somewhere… but you're lost in the eyes of the adorable girl that is happily debasing herself just for your personal needs. The voice is right. She's so cute, and she's kind of hot. Your stream finishes, and she cleans the head of your penis with a tender kiss, then she motions with her head to the empty spot to her right, and smiles the cutest, most brilliant smile. The spot next to her somehow looks…tempting. "You could be just as cute...just as sexy as her. You just have to join her." You look down and find that you’ve somehow become naked, just like her. Once again, she motions toward the empty spot between her and the other copy of her. In the illogical world of the dream, you can't seem to find any reason why you wouldn't want to be like them. You kneel between them, filling the missing spot with your identical body. The door opens, and another ‘you’ enters, she's dressed and clutching at her crotch, desperate for relief. "Now is your chance! You can be so cute too...so sexy...that is, if you're lucky enough to be selected." The clothed version of you looks at all of you with surprise and disgust. The motions look so familiar. Hadn't you done the same thing? Was that days ago? Years? Haven't you always been here on your knees? The clothed version of you rocks back and forth, desperate to pee. She looks like she's in pain. "You can help her. You want to help her. You can look so cute while you help her." The clothed version sighs and reluctantly approaches you. Her penis springs free of her clothing and points at your mouth. "She's selected you! How lucky you are!" Yes, lucky! You're so lucky! And you're so cute! You sit up and smile widely, loudly swallowing every drop. This other version of you is in a daze, staring at you because you’re so cute! "You're being such a good, useful girl!" Yes....useful...being useful is good...you're so good. As you swallow you feel a rubbing inside you, a vibrating pulse that’s making you so tingly. "Being good feels good." The stream stops. You raise yourself slightly and lovingly kiss the head of the penis. You're so cute and good and useful that the clothed version can't stop staring at you! You notice that there's an empty spot next to you. "Show her how good it feels to be useful. How cute it is to be good and useful." You turn your attention back to the standing version of you. You motion with her head for her to join you. You look at the empty spot, then back at the suddenly naked version of you. She slowly walks to the empty spot and kneels just in time for another clothed version of you to burst into the room. "This is your destiny. Every version of you belongs right where you are now." You wake up to Lily's hand squeezing the front of your diaper through the sheet. You're utterly soaked, and instantly embarrassed that your wife is checking your diaper. "Alice's doing?" she asks. You nod. She lifts the covers, revealing the leak that has wet the top sheet, comforter, and your pajamas. She sighs. "Listen, as long as 'Alice' is making you bed-wet, maybe we should consider amending our sleeping arrangements." You feel like you've been punched in the gut. "B-but it's not my fault it's-" "Yes yes, I know." she pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales slowly. "If I were pissing all over the place, would you want to sleep next to me? I just..." she looks at the ceiling and sighs. "I cannot wake up to being covered in sewage. I think that's a reasonable request." "Yeah...that's more than fair." you admit. "I just don't like it." "I was doing a lot of reading and online shopping while you were sleeping. I think I found some bed options 'Alice' might approve of." You don't like how she says it like she's trying to tempt you, or the linguistic parentheses she's putting on Alice's name. Lily picks up her phone and shows you the online shopping cart. The contents make you feel sick. Alice moves across the room quickly, and gasps as she looks at the phone. "The line store is on your rectangle-thing?!" You ignore her. There's worse things on your mind. In your wife's cart is a large basket dog bed, a wire dog crate, and a big wooden crib. There's also a standard mattress, bed frame, and bedding. "Not the real bed, obviously." Alice says, shaking her head. "You're lucky that you aren't sleeping on the floor as it is." "She says the real bed isn't an option." you relay. "Of course she does." Lily says, scratching your head in a way that feels both demeaning and reassuring. Did you just confirm something she was suspecting? "Your choice. I think you'd look adorable curled up in your basket with some dog toys and dildos, like a pampered poodle... but the kennel might be handy if Lily wants some alone time. Or maybe you're a traditional baby-girl and just want to be tucked into a crib?" "Well?" Lily asks. This wasn't how you wanted this morning to go... Alice giggles "Clock's ticking! Where are you sleeping from now on?"   Chapter 7: A Tricky Offer This doesn't feel real. Once again you feel the slight dissociation that seems to happen when you're being forced to do something you know is going to hurt. All the options are ridiculous, dehumanizing, and uncomfortable. None will let you stretch out or enjoy a thick, soft mattress. Can you really sleep curled up like a dog in a little basket? No. Your back would probably be killing you after the first night. There's only one option you can pick that gives you a little more room, and is still a 'human' bed. You really wish you didn't have to make this call, though. "Uh..I guess the crib?" You say hesitantly. "Huh." For an instant you think you see her glance down at your diaper, before her attention returns to the phone. "That makes sense." she says, and deletes the dog beds from the shopping cart. "Anything else 'Alice' wants?" asks Lily. "Stop saying it like that! It really is Alice! She wants all this just to torture me!" You insist. "I'm sorry. But is there anything else she wants?" "Yes! Diapers! The biggest, most babyish adult diapers in the world!" You sigh. "She wants me to get diapers. Like...fetish ones...." "Ah, I think I know what she wants." She types a bit and scrolls for a second. "Something like these?" She turns the phone to you, and the images make you wince. They're huge, covered in cartoon characters and simplistic childlike pastel shapes. Alice covers her mouth and stifles a laugh as Lily scrolls through the awful garments. You can't stand the thought of wearing one of those. Lily taps on one listing for diapers that say 'Potty Pants' on them. Then scrolls down to the reviews. They're full of glowing praise for how thick they are, how big and swollen they can get, and how loudly they crinkle...It's all the things you want least in a diaper... "Those ones! Those ones! Hell, get a few packages of all the patterns!" Alice yells excitedly. "Are these what you want?" Lily asks. "Ye-" You catch yourself. "They're what Alice wants." You say firmly. You think you see the momentary flash of a smirk on Lily's face. She adds a package of them to the cart, then continues to scroll adding various other packages as well, and even some rubber diaper covers! "Hey! W-what are you doing?!" You cry "Just anticipating Alice's needs." She says, nonchalantly adding an adult-sized pacifier to the cart as well. Once again, you can hear your heartbeat and the rush of blood through your body. She wasn't supposed to go along with Alice! Lily, your last hope for normalcy, has betrayed you...and she doesn't even know it. "Stop! Don't get all that!" The prospect of the diapers was bad enough, but all this shit!? She presents the shopping list to you and scrolls through it. She may as well be showing you the paperwork for your execution. "Does Alice want all this or not?" she asks. "Yeah, does Alice want all that?" Alice says, placing her hand threateningly into your pelvis. "Y-yes." You say, sealing your fate. "Oh well... I guess we just have to do what 'Alice' wants." She says. You watch with abject horror as she taps the 'confirm order' button. "Now get up and clean the sheets. I'm going to get dressed and meet the daddy you gave your wallet to-I mean, that Alice gave your wallet to." Lily says teasingly. You stand, feeling the sopping wet diaper droop disgustingly between your legs. As you begin gathering up all the bedding to wash, Alice can't help but tease you. "Did that go as you thought it would? It sure did for me!" Minutes later you're driving to work with a stomach full of coffee and cereal that you know will be filling your freshly changed diaper. Alice, "seated" in the passenger seat, gives you an evaluating stare. "I think you've been dry entirely too long, don't you?" "Well go ahead and make me then, since you seem to love it so much. "No. That's still plenty of fun. But I want you to wet all by yourself. I want you to do it frequently, and unprompted. Do it now." She looks at you coldly and smiles. "Right now." You swallow and find that peeing while clothed and driving is actually really hard. It takes a little while to loosen yourself enough to allow a small stream into your waiting diaper. "Good girl. Keep it up. If I ever think you've gone too long without wetting you'll be eating lunch from a glory hole again. Got it?" You glance at her and she's turned white again. You swallow and pee again, this time the fear makes it a lot easier. There's nothing you wouldn't do to avoid the hell of yesterday over again. A minute later you clear your throat and ask "How frequently should I do it?" "You're already a little past due." You swallow and force another spurt into the already-damp padding. The day goes by far, far too quickly. Mike had said "sometime around lunchtime" a nurse would come to change you, and the words haven't left your head all day. You keep looking at the time, begging it to stop, but all you can do is try to keep working. Wetting your diaper every so often turned out to be a whole lot harder than it had sounded. Peeing while people are around or while in different positions without looking like you're peeing defies everything your body has been trained to do since you were a toddler. Alice watches as you glance anxiously at the clock for the millionth time that morning. "Is Baby nervous about her big lunchtime date?" You continue to do your best to ignore her. She floats up to the top of a shelf, phases through all the items and "sits" there, swinging her feet. "Have you thought about changing it yourself? If she comes and you've already proven you can take care of yourself...maybe she'll sign something saying you don't need a nurse." "Like you'd ever allow that." "Maybe I'm just feeling a little guilty." Could she actually be having some kind of change of heart? "What would you ever feel guilty over? You've done nothing but gloat about everything you've done." "Well...your wife is meeting the guy I said would be a good Daddy for you right?" "Right." You have a suspicion you aren't going to like where this is going. "Weeeeell I didn't pick him for you... He's smart, really nice, successful... and.. well... his cock looks almost exactly like the one your wife wanted so badly in her dream two nights ago." You open and close your mouth a few times, but don't know what to say. "Last night I may have adjusted the dream a touch. Not enough for her to recognize him from the dream, but enough that when she sees him she'll swear she knows him from somewhere." "Sh-she wouldn't cheat on me!" You hiss at Alice. "Oh of course not! But what's she supposed to do? Her wife can't get hard anymore, and if she does, the erection is certainly going to be in a disgusting soiled diaper...you expect her to be happy long-term with that?" She simply moves a hand in a circular motion signifying the passage of time, "Time passes...and there's a handsome man who's contact info is in her phone...A man that her wife already blew behind her back..." She shrugs, "How long do you want her to be sexually unfulfilled for? A month? Years? How long until she begs you for a hall pass? Or maybe by then she won't even care what you think. Face it. You're either getting a daddy or Lily is going to leave you. Having a daddy is the best option for you really." "That's not going to happen." you say firmly. "You can't see the future! That's just a bunch of stuff you wish will happen!" "True, but what are you going to do to stop it from happening? Are you going to rip off your wet and messy diaper in front of her to reveal a big hard girl-cock that'll have her seeing stars all night?" She looks down at your crotch and smirks "That seems even more unlikely." You sigh. "You are so annoying." She drifts to a shelf and inspects a can of soup closely. "Well, are you going to do it or not?" "Huh?" "The self-change that I am so generously offering. Don't you want to take advantage of it and maybe not need a nurse to change you anymore?" She turns and looks at you, and just for a moment you think you see a look of hunger behind her eyes. This is a trap. It HAS to be a trap...unless...somehow NOT changing your diaper right now is the trap...What is she planning? She just stares at you, smiling innocently.   Chapter 8: Diaper Change "Fine, I'll change now then...thanks for the favor, Alice." She sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose in the perfect picture of disappointment. "You stupid, stupid baby." She sighs and returns to inspecting the can of soup. "Before you go, did you know that I can affect the tiny electrical attractions between molecules?" She touches the can of soup and the paper label slips down the can, as though the glue holding it has disappeared. "I've been experimenting on things around the store." She looks back at you, and she turns a slightly lighter shade of blue for a moment before disappearing instantly. Before you can react, you feel a rush of cold air on your wet crotch as your diaper falls from your body unhindered by the suddenly non-sticky tapes. It falls straight through the bottom of your skirt and hits the cement floor with a wet slapping sound. You gasp and whirl around, there's thankfully no customers or coworkers around. Panicking, you drop to a crouch, and try to gather up the diaper, but your hands have suddenly gone limp and numb. You're pawing clumsily at the diaper, trying to slip your hands under it and use your forearms to lift it. "tsk tsk tsk. Having trouble with your diaper, Baby?" The invisible Alice gasps in mock concern. "Oh no! Here comes a great big load! I hope you can get your diaper on in time!" The painful cramp isn't even a warning. It's a notification of a process that is already underway. You press your skirt down around you, praying that it's long enough on all sides to hide what's happening beneath you. Hopefully you look like an employee in a long skirt simply crouching...not like someone pooping onto an open wet diaper on the floor. You just hope that the mess is solid enough to not splatter or leak onto the floor. With a final cramp Alice finishes forcing the last of your mess from your body. "Well? put your diaper on if you're so competent and capable." The feeling has returned to your hands! You quickly reach for your diaper, and they suddenly go limp and numb again. "Aww, someone having trouble with their diaper? Need some help? Mike just left the office and is headed this way. If you want to keep your job you'd better get to the restroom before he gets here." There's no time to be delicate or hide. You slip your wrists under the front and back of the diaper and press it clumsily against your crotch and ass. The warm mess squishes disgustingly against your cheeks. The ruined diaper is almost certainly visible from the front and back now, as you're forced to hold it up as you run. You run to the restroom, your vision blurred by tears of shame as you clumsily mash the soiled diaper against your body with your wrists. You sprint past a few customers and hope that they didn't notice you're an employee, or didn’t see the diaper you're desperately trying to hold up, or notice the pungent smell of the freshly filled diaper. As you run, you can feel the mess squish and slide, covering your cheeks, upper back, and even some of your crotch. You make it into the restroom, and release the diaper to slam and lock the door. It hits the ground with a dull crinkling thud. Only after it hits the ground do you realize that your shit-covered body is now rubbing against the inside of your skirt. You move your hands to undo the skirt and remove it, but the instant your hands get close to the button and zipper, all sensation and ability to control them disappears, replaced by a 'pins and needles' feeling. You press your useless fingers against the button a few times before giving up. "You still don't get it, do you? You aren't a strong capable adult anymore. The entire reason I'm here is to make you into a dependent, weak, cock-sucking little pushover. I don't get my eternal rest until you accept your new role." She reappears and leans on nothing. "If you're given an option. I expect you to make the right one. It may take years, but eventually you'll be living the proper lifestyle until it's all you know." There's a knock at the door. "Hey, the nurse is here, is it alright if she comes in now?" Liz says. "Perfect timing!" You look at your hands that will always go numb when you touch your diaper. Then at the ruined diaper against the ground. The one you can't pick up. You can feel the wet slimy mess all over your ass and skirt. There's no way to clean it up and no way it could be more obvious that you can't take care of your own hygiene. Any hope of the nurse signing something saying you're capable has been destroyed thoroughly. "Well? Ready for your change? Don't keep your Nana waiting!" smirks Alice. What choice do you have? "Y-yes. She can come in now." You unlock the door and open it just enough to let in the nurse, a heavy-set middle-aged woman with blonde hair. She enters, carrying a large gym bag, no doubt full of changing supplies. You can see a momentary look of surprise on her face. You're probably much younger and appear on the surface to not be someone who would need her services. Her nostrils widen as she smells the air and then she glances at the messy diaper with its disgusting contents plainly visible. You blush crimson. "Did you try to change yourself?" She asks, and there's a note of pity in her tone. Can she see your red eyes? Does she know you're on the verge of crying? You don't say anything. You hadn't...but it clearly looks like you've been attempting to change your own diaper with no success. You just nod. "Well I'm gonna get you all fixed up, alright?" She says comfortingly. You nod again. Her motherly tone and soft sympathetic tone are somehow worse than if she showed open disgust. Everything about her movements and speech screams 'You poor delicate thing'. It's like a twist to the knife in your gut. She snaps on some latex gloves and disposes of the old diaper, then without even asking your permission unbuttons your skirt. It falls to your ankles, revealing the brown stain all over your ass. She doesn't react. It's clearly nothing she hasn't seen hundreds of times before. She lays an absorbent changing pad onto the tile floor, kneels in front of it, and motions you over. "Alright, please lie down. We'll soon get you all cleaned up right as rain." She pats the mat expectantly. You blink back the tears and follow her instructions. You lower yourself onto the mat. "Can you hug your knees for me please?" she asks. You obediently raise your knees to your chest. Blinking back another tear as you display all of yourself to a complete stranger within the most humiliating context you can imagine. You gasp as you feel a pulsing sexual ache begin to build inside you. Tingling arousal is spreading from your prostate to your limp penis. For the first time in days you feel it throb. "How many people have ever had their entire prostate stroked instead of just one side from anal stimulation?" The invisible Alice asks. Your penis throbs again. You can feel it rising. "P-please no." You whisper. "Don't do this!" "Don't worry, sweetie. Lots of people can get aroused from physical touch. It's perfectly normal." She continues to wipe, but now every touch is sending tingling sexual energy shooting through you like lightning. "How many other people have had their sensitivity and arousal heightened through supernatural means?" she asks. "Every nerve is firing ten times more frequently than it normally would. How does it feel? Pretty good huh? Your wife is probably the only other person on earth that has also felt this." The wet-wipe touches your little hole, and it feels as good as an entire hour of sex. Your penis is now rigid and bobbing wildly. The wipe brushes upward along your taint and you're sweating with the effort to keep from moaning. You try to think of sports..cars...work...home renovations, but nothing is working. All you can think about is how fucking amazing it would feel to cum right now, but you know you shouldn't. "Please...please don't....I-I-..I don't want-" You gasp. You don't know how much longer you can hold out. She hasn't even started cleaning your genitals yet and you're absolutely on the edge of a mind-breaking orgasm. You clutch your knees against your chest so hard that your arms ache. You feel a small rivulet of precum drip from your twitching penis and run down your scrotum. The nurse wipes it away. The touch of the wipe against your scrotum is the most amazing sensation you've ever felt. "Remember when your wife came? Didn't that look good? She passed out from the sensation. She probably still thinks about it sometimes." You think of Lily, shiny with sweat, twitching, trembling, writhing, and arching her back as she screamed with pleasure. It did look really good. But you can't do that! Not here! Not during a diaper change! You clench your teeth so hard it feels like you might break them. The wipe circles your hole again, and you find yourself silently begging her to finger you. Everything in you wants to cum right now, and all your willpower is only a thin flimsy dam that is sure to fail at any moment. "Beg me harder. Say 'Please don't make me cum' say 'I don't ever want to cum' then say you only deserve to make others cum." "P-please!" You whisper. "Say it all. Say it now." The stroking of your prostate increases. You're going to cum in seconds if you don't placate her. "Please don't make me cum!" you whisper. You hope it's not loud enough for the nurse to hear, but you know she's hearing all of it. "Almost done, sweetie. We'll get you all taped up nice and dry soon. "I don't ever want to cum." You wince and tears run down your cheeks. "Well I'm trying not to make you, believe me!" the nurse says earnestly. "I-I only deserve to make others cum!" you say quickly. Instead of slowing or stopping, the rubbing and stroking of your prostate goes into overdrive, you gasp and moan as every nerve-ending in your body alights in sexual arousal. The wet-wipe touches your bobbing penis and you lose all control over yourself. You release your knees, and every muscle in your body contracts like you're having a seizure as you uncontrollably thrust your erect penis into the air. The Nurse must have seen this coming. Before the first pulsing jet of cum leaves you, she's clamped your dry diaper over your crotch, holding in place as your twitching pulsing girl-cock pumps spurt after spurt of your thin, clear, girl-cum into the soft, dry padding. You cum so hard that it actually hurts. You collapse limply onto the mat, gasping for air as your deflating penis twitches and dribbles into the now-damp diaper. The last thing you see before losing consciousness is the blue outline of Alice, smiling cruelly at you. When you come back to your senses you've already been taped into a dry diaper and your nurse is unfolding a dry pair of scrub bottoms. If she's disgusted by your performance she's doing a good job of hiding it. She snakes the scrubs up your legs. You lift your hips and she pulls them the rest of the way up, she ties them securely around your waist before helping you onto your somewhat-wobbly legs. "Not the most orthodox or standard change, but we got through it." is all she says. You have a feeling that means 'Woah, that was some weird-ass shit' in professional nurse-speak. You sniff and look at the tear-stained girl in the mirror. You can see the outline of your diaper through the cheap material of the scrub pants, and it'll only become more obvious as you wet yourself every 30 seconds. She turns your gaze away from the mirror and wipes your face. "Same time tomorrow?" She asks. You just nod stupidly...there are no words you can say that would accurately convey everything you're feeling right now. She gives you a hug. "Don't worry. I'll talk to your boss and push for more frequent changes. Would you like that?" "Awww, you're SO incompetent that once a day just isn't enough!" giggles Alice. You just nod again. If you don't say yes, Alice will almost definitely make you regret it. "Okay then. You just stay here and compose yourself. Go back to work once you're feeling a little better, okay?" She picks up her bag and leaves you alone with Alice. Alice smiles mischievously and circles you. "Did you see her ID badge?" "No, I was a little occupied." you spit. "Well if you were more observant and less stupid you'd have noticed that it has the exact same logo as your wife's ID." She laughs again. "Do you think that she works in the same office as your wife? She could tell her all about the grocery store employee that couldn't make it through a simple diaper change without cumming?" Your mouth drops open. If what Alice says is true...you'll be the laughing stock of your wife's workplace! "I wonder how Lily's date with your daddy is going? Also, do you think anyone saw your diaper? Do you think they complained? You might not have a job anymore." You feel like you're going to hyperventilate. Your life is crumbling uncontrollably all around you.   Chapter 9: Mommy? You squeeze out the little bit of urine left in your bladder for what feels like the millionth time as you place another box of cereal onto a shelf. It's only been a couple hours since your last change and your diaper is already feeling cold and heavy. Every time you notice its weight you cringe. But you know far better than to ask if you can change it yourself. Alice had very effectively taught you to never do that again. You check your phone. Again. Your last message to lily is still the last text in your conversation: 'How's it going? Did you get my wallet?' remains unread. She typically doesn't go this long without checking her phone. "Thinking about all the fun she might be having right now?" Alice asks. You stuff your phone back into your pocket. "She's busy." you say. "Busy doing doctor stuff? Busy listening to a nurse describe the pathetic little cuck that came during a diaper change? Or do you mean busy with a scintillating conversation involving a certain cute guy that her wife has already blown? A man that she thinks you want to be your daddy..." "Busy with her job." you say curtly. "Huh, if that's what you want to believe. And you could be a little nicer...the glory hole is always an option if you feel like being a brat." You swallow your rage and bitter feelings. "S-sorry. I'll be good." "I thought so. But you've had a whole lot of attitude lately. It's honestly amazing that you aren't back there right now, sucking cock and gulping piss." "You shudder at the memory of yesterday's nightmare...but also remember last night's dream. 'You want to serve and be used.' You'd felt so cute and sexy... "Alice?" you ask, "Could you please not mess with my dreams anymore?" "I don't know what you're talking about. Lily has all the dreams worth playing with, yours are so boring." You look at her. She's just floating there, inspecting a box of cheerios. You're almost certain she's lying, but you can't be sure. Did you really dream about wanting to be a urinal? Did some part of you deep deep down actually enjoy it? Your phone dings It's just a picture from your wife...and your stomach drops. It's a picture of a framed photograph on the wall of the bar's bathroom. You're almost unrecognizable. The view shows an exhausted slut, supported by her restraints, bound into her role as a human urinal. Her hair, face, and clothing are visibly plastered with thick slimy layers of cum, piss, and drool. Even worse though, is the shadow on the wall. You can make out Lily's shadow, but there's another one next to her! She's not alone! Another text follows the image, "I didn't know I was married to a celebrity, Blowjob Baby!" "What are you doing there!?" You text. Her response comes quickly, "Just stepped out of work to collect your wallet. Was told you broke a record and had a photo. Had to check it out" You sag. you didn't want her to see that or know anything else about that night. You can't imagine what she must think of you now. Alice reads the exchange over your shoulder. "If you go now, you could probably blow your daddy while Lily watches." "Please don't make me!" you implore. Alice puts a finger on her chin and thinks. Then says the three words you've already come to dread. "Would you rather....tell your Lily that she should invite daddy over for dinner? Or....hmm..."She thinks for a bit. "Would you rather exclusively refer to her as Mommy and only Mommy?" You feel short of breath. Either way you may be losing Lily at this moment. Either you risk losing her by calling her mommy and redefining your relationship, or you risk pushing her into the arms of someone else.   Chapter 10: A New Friend You pull up to the curb and park in front of what you had previously thought of as your dream home. You had stayed at the grocery store for as long as you could. You couldn't bear to come home and tell Lily that you could only call her 'Mommy' from now on. Lily has of course been home already for some time. From here you can see that the porch is free of packages, though you know she had used overnight shipping. You close your eyes and try not to think of the packages full of awful diapers waiting for you, or the night you'd be spending in a crib. All you can think about is your wedding night, and all the dates you'd gone on with the love of your life...and the beautiful relationship that could be ending despite all your best efforts and intentions. You open the car door, and walk mournfully up the path and into the house. For the millionth time you wish you'd never bought this place. "Hey! How was work?" Lily says excitedly. "It was alright. Long day. I bet your day was better." you say, collapsing into a nearby chair. "I have some surprises for you." Lily says in a sing-songy voice. Fuck. Can't you have just a single 5 minutes of normalcy? She prances out of the room and returns with something behind her back. "I was talking with a friend at work about your new friend-" "She's not my friend!" You interject. "Rude." Alice says. "Right, but she suggested giving you a physical object to direct your responses to, an avatar of sorts for Alice, so you can externalize her and relate her to reality easier. Your job is to make sure that as long as you’re with Alice, you carry around this avatar and respond to it when Alice talks to you. Okay?" Externalize her? Relate her to reality? Lily must really think you're having a full breakdown right now. "Without further ado...allow me to introduce you to...Alice!" Lily removes the object from behind her back and you wince. She's holding a plush ghost, about the size of a teddy bear. It's the stereotypical sheet-with-holes style of ghost. Behind you, Alice laughs "You're going to look so stupid waddling around in a diaper clutching your stuffed ghost!" You can only look at it stupidly. You’re in shock as she places it onto your lap. The stupid embroidered eyes stare up at you. You're supposed to talk to this stuffed animal? Carry it with you everywhere? "She even has a little clip so you don't lose her or forget her." She holds up a short little tether and clips the awful toy to your shirt. "I would have never ever thought of this!" Alice laughs "Say ‘thank you’ to your mommy." Since this seems to be the time for awful revelations, you may as well break the news to Lily. "Uh, I have something to tell you, too." You say, still looking at the awful stuffed ghost. "Yes, What is it?" "Alice says that I can only call you Mommy from now on." Lily looks surprised and she blushes. "Oh?" "I wish you believed me. I really don't want to. It's just..." "I believe you. I really do believe that you’re seeing Alice and she's telling you things...I just don't know if I can accept the supernatural cause you attribute to it." "Tell her the other part." Alice commands. "You have to at some point. Your current diaper isn't going to last much longer." "Well that's not all. Um...I'm..not allowed to touch my own diapers....or remove them." You look up at her, expecting her to look disgusted, shocked, revolted...but she smiles knowingly. "I figured." "How-" "Sarah came into the office talking about a wild interaction with a patient at a grocery store. A young trans woman who came during a routine diaper change. The way she told it, it was a transcendental experience for you." Alice is laughing yet again behind you. "D-did you- "No, I didn't say I was married to her patient, but I kind of thought 'Alice' would want you to be changed more by others, seeing how much you enjoyed it the first time… At least I think you enjoyed it? Sarah said there were a lot of tears, and you were begging to not cum? Then you came so hard you passed out. " "She's ashamed of you! You're her diaper-filling little secret!" "It's not like that! I tried to change myself, but Alice made my hands numb when I tried!" "You changed yourself yesterday." Lily points out. "She made it a rule today!" "She's been making an awful lot of rules, hasn't she? Why don't you tell her how that makes you feel?" Lily prompts, motioning toward the toy ghost on your lap. "Well? I'm waiting for your feedback!" You stare at the stupid plush face and groan inwardly. This is never going to not be embarrassing. "I think it's really unfair." You say briefly at your new inanimate companion. "I think what's really unfair is that you got a powerful orgasm from another adult and gave orgasms to dozens of other adults, but are choosing to call your wife Mommy just to prevent her from having a fulfilling relationship with another adult." Alice says. "Well what did she say?" Lily asks. "She said...I don't want to say!" "Tell me." Lily says sternly. "Communication and honesty are especially important right now." You bite your lip and look at Alice, who is floating above you with a smirk, then to Lily, who is looking at you sternly with a hand on one hip. Even the stuffed Alice seems to be looking at you expectantly. "She said...it's unfair I've...done stuff...with other people...and you haven't." "Well she's right." Lily says. "If I'm honest with you, I'm still pissed that my wife spent an entire day risking her life and health at a glory hole and then orgasmed for a stranger during a diaper change...but she can't even get it up for me. Do you know how much it sucks to have someone you love choose diapers and random cock over you?" "I'm sorry." You mutter. "But Alice shouldn't worry about that. I've already invited the 'daddy' that 'Alice' wanted me to meet for dinner." "Lily!" You gasp. You'd chosen to call her Mommy for nothing! Alice whirls toward you and her color shifts immediately to pure white. Her eyes are narrow slits full of anger. "I-I mean-Mommy!" You squeak. Lily's eyebrows are raised and she's looking down. It's only then that you realize that you're audibly peeing. You hadn't even noticed! Had Alice really scared you that much? Or was your control over your bladder weakening? "You'd better start calling her Mommy in your head too, because another slip-up like that will NOT be tolerated." Alice threatens. "For good measure, I expect a 'Yes, Mommy' and 'No, Mommy' whenever you're told to do anything...to practice." Lily, or ‘Mommy’ as you should think of her from now on, snaps her attention away from your swollen diaper. "Come to the bedroom. I'll show you your new sleeping arrangements." Mommy says. "Y-yes, Mommy." You say, glancing at the still-white visage of Alice. "Good girl." Alice says "Good girl." Mommy says Holding your stuffed Alice, and being trailed by the real Alice, you follow Mommy into the hallway. "Just for that slip though...let's return to our old game. Would you rather suck Daddy's cock and drink his piss, or ask him to fuck your wife tonight?" She floats in front of you and points at the ghost. Whichever option you pick, you're going to have to say it out loud to a stuffed animal.   Chapter 11: Minor Renovations "The first one," you whisper to Alice. Lily, or, 'Mommy' as you are forcing yourself to think of her, stops and turns. "Talking to Alice?" She asks. "Oooh!" says Alice, with the same energy of a student watching a classmate get caught in the act of passing a note. "Yeah." you admit. "Remember, communication! Say a full response to your stuffie so I'm included in the conversation. I won't have secret conversations in our own home anymore, okay?" She's talking down to you as though you're a literal child! You look at your stuffy, then back at Mommy. "I-I don't want to say it! It's just a 'would-you-rather' game Alice makes me play. It's stupid." you say, hoping that's enough to placate your wife. "It doesn't matter. Besides, I like that game. What were your decisions this time?" Your face goes white. You look at Alice. "Well? Don't keep Mommy waiting! Be a good girl and tell her the truth!" Alice Chides. "Communication and Honesty are important!" she says, doing her best impression of your wife. Your mouth is dry and your face feels hot and feverish. "Uh.. she asked if I'd rather...do what I did yesterday with-uh-him..or...share you...with him?" You say pathetically. "Uh huh. Now tell her which one you've decided." Mommy says expectantly. "Y-yes, Mommy." You look at Alice, pleading with your eyes for her to offer you some kind of escape or excuse. "Go on! Say it all!" Alice Laughs, denying you of any hope. Lily, er, Mommy motions toward the stuffed ghost in your arms. You hold it in front of you and feel like you want to die, go invisible, or have the ground swallow you up. You'd rather almost anything happen besides saying these words in front of Mommy. "I-uh- would rather...suck...Daddy....and be his-" You swallow a dry mouthful of nothing. "H-his urinal." You finish weakly. "I see." Mommy says, "You want him all to yourself, huh? Did he really taste that good?" "No!" You say angrily. "Alice made me! You just don't believe me!" Mommy sighs. "Like I said, I do believe Alice is making you do all this. I just think she's a manifestation of a lot of desires you don't want to admit having, not the spirit of some long-dead woman…Which is why I'm going the exposure therapy route. No matter how much you protest, I'm going to give you everything 'Alice' thinks you need, and together we'll get it all out of your system." Mommy turns the handle of the bedroom door and swings it open. At the foot of the bed is a large wooden crib with a thin rubber mattress. Lines of diapers are neatly stacked across the top of the dresser, and you can see some unopened packs peeking out of a closet. In front of your new bed are a pair of black child-like mary jane shoes, and a large pacifier is sitting threateningly on top of the mattress. There's even a mobile over the crib with little stuffed ghosts. You stand in the doorway, your mouth open in utter shock. This is what Lily really thinks you want? This is the secret desire she thinks you secretly crave?! To be treated like a fucking infant?! Alice phases through you and drifts around the room excitedly. Giggling and laughing at all the implements that you know will be inevitably used on you. "Oh my god! It's perfect! The crib! The diapers! Oh my god! the pacifier! This is so great! Look at all these diapers! They're MASSIVE!" she phases her head through the closet and gasps "There's HUNDREDS of them!" She laughs. "How long do you think she's planning on doing this exposure therapy? Months? Years? The rest of your fucking life?!" She breaks into a wild cackling laugh. "Do you like it?" Mommy asks, motioning toward the entire room. You're too stunned to talk. You just shake your head slowly. "But does Alice like it?" Mommy asks. Alice is laughing so hard she's on the verge of crying. You wince and nod. "I thought so." Lily says. She walks to the crib and lowers the wooden railing on two sides, then says something that makes your vision go blurry. "C'mon over here and hop up onto your crib. I'll get you changed into one of your new diapers since 'Alice' won't let you do it yourself." "Yes, Mommy." you say, still lost in a haze of overstimulation and humiliation. You lay on top of the thin mattress and Mommy removes the scrubs you'd been given earlier. Your heart is beating so fast. You may just be watching the beginning of the end of your relationship with your wife! She undoes the tapes and pulls the front down. "Phew!" She exclaims. "I'm no stranger to this kind of thing at work...but I never thought I'd be bringing work home like this!" Tears run down your cheeks as she opens the baby-wipes. "It's okay, sweetie." She says comfortingly. "I know you really want this, because I know 'Alice' really wants this. But here's something for you to focus on instead of your change." You whimper an incomprehensible protest as she slowly pushes the large rubber bulb of your new pacifier between your lips. "Now keep that in your mouth until an adult takes it out, okay?" ‘An Adult’? You blush. She efficiently cleans you and places a new diaper under you. Then pauses. "Would Alice like something in your bottom? So you're sucking on something even if your mouth is empty?" Mommy asks innocently. She may as well be asking if you'd like sugar in your tea. "YES! YES! SAY YES!" Alice howls with laughter. "MMMM!" You cry into your pacifier, fresh tears rolling down your cheek. "I'm not asking the proud adult facade you've built. I'm asking 'Alice' what she wants." Your mommy says. You just nod, conveying Alice's approval, and cry some more as Mommy walks to her nightstand and retrieves a large thick dildo. You watch with trembling horror as she squirts a line of lube along the shaft and rubs it, coating the entire dildo with a thick layer of gel. "Here you go, baby. Just hold your knees and relax." Only two days ago you'd been a normal woman! With a house and wife! And now... You try not to think of current events, as you feel the pressure of the head press against your little virgin hole. "Mmmmm!" you beg uselessly into your pacifier as the pressure builds. The head penetrates you and you gasp as the thick rubber glans slips into your back passage. "Aww, she's starting to look uncertain about doing this!" Alice says, "Let's assure her that this is what you want." Her hand slips into your pelvis, and you feel the tingling aching sexual stimulation shoot through you as she rubs and strokes your prostate like mad. "MMgggghh!" You gurgle. "Oh, is some little girl getting all excited?" Mommy says, lightly stroking your rapidly inflating penis with a finger. She returns to her job, and slowly pushes the rest of the shaft into you with a single steady push that has you twitching and moaning. "There, that's enough. We can't have you cumming. That wouldn't be proper for a baby like you." Alice says with a smile, withdrawing her hand from your body. "Mmmmm!" you moan in frustration. You'd been so close! Mommy allows you to lower your legs, and tightly pulls the cover up over your body, loosely securing the dildo inside you. "Leg tapes first! Just like 'Alice' likes." Mommy says with a smile. She helps you to your feet and you wobble. The dildo, combined with the bulky diaper makes walking awkward and hard. "Woah, easy there!" Mommy says, gripping your arm. She pauses. "Would Alice rather have you crawl at home?" Your silence is more than enough of an answer for her. She places a hand on your shoulder and presses gently as you tearfully submit, and lower yourself to your new position on the cold hard floor. "Now, baby, stay off your feet like a good girl, okay? You can pretend to be a big girl at work. But when you're home you do what 'Alice' wants. Okay?" The doorbell rings. Your heart falls into your stomach. "That must be Paul! Or 'Daddy' as you like to call him." Mommy says with a smile. "Now, stay right here and be a good girl while I get the door!" She walks out of the room far happier and excited than you'd have liked her to be about this strange man's visit. Was she already thinking of him as a sexual partner? Alice interrupts your worrying. "Say! Since it's almost dinner, let's play another game!" "Hmph!" You sulk. You've had enough games for today. Alice ignores you. "would you rather only eat pureed watery dinners from one of those new bottles Mommy got you? Or would you rather eat it with your hands and make a mess?" She floats in a reclined position, with a finger thoughtfully on her lip. "The bottle will be soooo embarrassing and taste really gross. Comparatively, eating with your hands will be tastier, but Mommy may strip you of your messy shirt, showing Daddy your boobs...which might be more embarrassing." She sighs. "Decisions, decisions." You gulp. Make a fool of yourself in front of a strange guy? Or be stripped practically naked in front of a strange guy after making a fool of yourself...just for a non-pureed meal? It's not much of a choice.   Chapter 12: Meeting Daddy The decision is an easy one for you. You and your wife semi-regularly have pizza, burgers, and tacos. No doubt Alice wants you to pick the bottle just so you'll be fed watery blended hamburger. Tonight you'll eat with your hands and remain perfectly clean. You raise your hands at Alice and do your best to look defiant with your mouth hidden by the large pacifier. "Huh. Let's see how that works out for you." Alice says and disappears. You hear two pairs of footsteps in the hallway and shudder. The door opens and the instinct to freeze like a prey animal outmatches the urge to run and hide. When Mommy's new friend enters, you do your best to sit upright on the floor, but not all the way. It's necessary to use your hands a bit to keep your full weight off of the dildo currently impaling you. He walks over to you and crouches, he looks down at you and smiles. "Is this the little scamp that snuck her wallet into my pocket somehow? I must say, that was a very good trick, little one! I'm not sure how you did it!" Your face goes from white with fear to bright red in an instant. You'd expected him to laugh or mock you! This was worse! Way worse! You bite your pacifier and look at the floor. He picks up the stuffed Alice dangling from the shirt-clip. "Who's this? Is this your friend?" You're too embarrassed and ashamed to speak. "That's Alice." Lil-Mommy says, "The one 'making' her do all this." "Oooh, well in that case," he picks up 'Alice' and looks at the embroidered face, "Thank you, Alice. You did me a really big favor." He offers 'Alice' back to you, and you dumbly take her into your arms, only realizing how infantile the gesture made you appear a moment afterward. You glance around the room for the real Alice, but she's decided to be invisible, which makes it all worse. You feel truly alone and trapped as a wannabe infant, without even your captor to understand that you actually don't want any of this. Paul, or 'Daddy' as you're certain Alice will insist you call him, stands and returns his attention to Lil-...Mommy. "She's adorable! How long have you been her caregiver?" he asks. "Only a couple days. She surprised me with all of this and I've just been trying to understand and accept it all." Paul nods understandingly, "Yeah, my ex also really got into 'littlespace'. It got really exhausting after a few years. It was a really cute dynamic, but I just wanted a real adult relationship sometimes, you know?" "I get that." Mommy looks down at you, clutching your stuffy, legs splayed out around a massive diaper adorned with generic princess imagery. "Adorable...but not sexy." You feel faint. Momm-Lily is your wife! She shouldn't be saying you're not sexy to a strange man! You spit out your pacifier. "I can be sexy! We've had sex hundreds of times! Don't you remember?!" Mommy crouches in front of you and strokes your hair. "Honey, until 'Alice' lets you be big again, how are you going to have sex? The only time you've gotten hard is during your diaper changes! You want me to get turned on and have sex with you right after cleaning your mess? You want me to be turned on by you while you're sitting there in a-" She squeezes the front of your diaper. "-a damp diaper?" Damp? When did that happen?! You look down in shock. Did Alice do that? Or had forcing yourself to pee every few seconds all day already removed a critical part of your potty-training? Mommy picks up your pacifier and pushes it between your lips again. "Paci stays in this time, okay? No more outbursts. The adults are talking." She stands and rejoins Daddy in conversation The adults are talking?!? You've never felt smaller and more mortified in your entire life. Your wife has just dismissed you like a child, and all you can do is sit on the floor, confirming her assessment! "I really shouldn't have used that glory hole," Daddy admits, "but I was drunk, freshly out of my relationship, and venting to some friends about really wanting some mature sexual contact when they pressured me into using the glory hole. I swear I'm not the type to go seeking out that kind of thing." Alice must have heard him venting to his friends in the bar while she sought for the right man! That's how she knew to put your wallet in his pocket! She found someone who thinks 'littles' are cute, but wants a mature relationship...exactly the person who would want both Mommy and you in your current state. "Want to come to the kitchen and help with dinner?" Mommy asks her new friend. "I'd love to." He says. They both leave the room, talking excitedly and laughing. You crawl after them, completely ignored by the new couple. "Your home is really charming, are you doing the renovations yourself?" Daddy asks, motioning toward some lumber and drywall leaned against some exposed framing. "Well we were doing it together," she sighs and turns toward you. "Would 'Alice' be happy letting you use a table-saw or do wiring?" "I think your power-tool days are done." Alice interjects before you can lie. You swallow and shake your head. Daddy returns to cleaning some thawing shrimp. "Well, if you ever need a hand please let me know. I can drop by and swing a hammer for a bit if needed. Fixing this place up is far too big of a job for one person." This was your project! That you were doing with your wife! This place is your happily-ever-after! Not his! Not his! You angrily spit out your pacifier. "This is our house! You're not welcome here! Get out!" Mommy and Paul (you will not think of him as your daddy) turn and look at you. Your defiant stand now suddenly feels like the temper tantrum of a brat, but you don't care! You glare back at them. "I'm-sorry," Mommy begins. To your surprise she's apologizing to him, not you! "No no, it's alright." We've been enjoying ourselves and ignoring her. He crouches down and meets your withering gaze with a smile. "Do you want some attention too, little one?" "No!" You spit hatefully. "I want you to leave!" He turns to Mommy. "How do you typically handle tantrums?" Mommy shrugs. "I don't know, she's never had one before. Is it common with…um… ‘littles’?" "Oh yes." He says, standing. "Understand, I'd never hit a child, but what usually works for littles is a really firm spanking." A Spanking?!? "Really? Are you sure that's not too-" Mommy searches for the right word, "mean?" "Not at all! Most littles actually act up because they actually want the spanking to help squash down any mature feelings. If it was something they truly hated, they'd just take off their diapers and act like mature adults." "Huh." Mommy looks at you and puts a hand on her hip. "Come to think of it, there have been lots of times when she may have acted up because she wanted a spanking and I didn't know." "I-I don't want a spanking!" You gasp. Paul chuckles. "They always say that." "Huh!" Mommy says, and hands Daddy a wooden spoon. "Would you be willing to give me a demonstration?" Your eyes are wide and your mouth drops open. This can't be happening! Paul sets a chair in the middle of the kitchen and sits. "Well, little one? Over my lap." You look imploringly at Mommy, "Mommy! Please! I-" "Go on. Over his lap. You heard him." You want Alice to possess you; to force your body to crawl to him...at least then you wouldn't be willingly submitting yourself for punishment! Slowly and tentatively, under the withering gazes of Paul and Mommy, you crawl to the chair and climb over Daddy's warm lap. He undoes the tapes expertly in four quick movements. The back of your diaper falls away. "Oh? Was someone having some happy playtime in her diaper?" He says, pressing the dildo in and out of you teasingly. It brushes against your prostate, and you stifle a moan. that Paul still hears. "I'm going to take it out just for now, okay? I'll put it back when your spanking is done, alright little one?" You remain silent. There's nothing you hate more than this strange usurper calling you 'little one'. The dildo is pulled free of your stretched hole. This time you fail to hide the moan. "Don't worry, sweetie. If you're good I'll bounce you on my knee with your toy in you. Doesn't that sound like a fun way to make stickies?" You shake your head. Your vision is going blurry again, but you will NOT let yourself cry. Nothing would cement your new status more than crying over Paul's lap in front of Lily. *Whap!* *Whap* *Whap* The first few impacts sting way more than you expected, but you will not cry. By about the tenth spank you're whimpering at each blow, but at least you're not crying! *whap!* *Whap!* Whap!* The rhythm is constant and unrelenting. Every spank is landing somewhere that is already tender and sore from previous impacts. Your legs are kicking a little, and you're crying out a little bit with each blow. But you are not crying. *whap!* *Whap!* Whap!* Your legs are kicking and you're crying out and squealing with every blow. You're trying to roll off his lap, but he's positioned one leg over your legs, and has one hand on your back. "See? After about 50 introductory ones, she'll be squirming and squealing. That's when you can apply some muscle to the spanks to finish the punishment." He says. He hadn't been using muscle?! *Whap!* Whap!* *Whap!* You'd thought that you were bravely making it through the spanking...but you were barely getting through the introduction. Now the real punishment has begun: you're kicking your legs, squealing and using your hands to try and escape the merciless steady onslaught against your ass. When the spanking stops, there's a puddle of tears and snot on the floor below your face, and your muscles ache from kicking and writhing. "One hundred spanks exactly." Daddy says. "Just like clockwork." "It looked very violent." Mommy says apprehensively. "I know, but trust me. It's what she wanted." He lowers the wooden spoon to your field of view, "Are you going to be a good girl?" He asks. You nod, sniffing and choking a sob in an attempt to contain yourself. "Are you going to suck your cute little binky, use your diapers, and not be big for the rest of the night?" He asks. You nod again, still barely holding back your cries. Your ass feels utterly destroyed. It stings, is on fire, and aches like it's been bruised all over. "Am I welcome here?" He asks. You don't dare answer honestly. You nod. "Good girl. I'm going to put your downstairs binky back in, okay?" You nod again. There's nothing you won't agree to right now with that awful spoon in front of your face. You feel the pressure of the dildo against your hole, and then it's pushed back inside you at a constant steady rate, that makes you squirm. Daddy only stops when you feel the silicone balls press between your cheeks. "Come see. This is what her bottom should look like after an effective spanking. Some littles need 'maintenance spankings' administered at regular intervals to keep them submissive, little, and cute." Daddy says. "Mommy walks around to the other side. You expect to hear her gasp, to be angry at what's been done to you. What you didn't expect was her giggle. "Oh, oh my!" Mommy laughs. "I'm sorry! she just-" her giggle turns into a light airy laugh. It's the laugh that made you fall in love with her…”She looks like an actual child, with her red bottom.” Daddy pulls up your diaper, re-tapes it, and effortlessly lowers you to the ground. As your 'downstairs paci' mashes up into you, you hear Alice laughing distantly. The laugh grows louder as she fades back into view. Mommy and Daddy return to talking about littles while Alice laughs. "Oh my god! That was priceless!" Alice bends over and does her best pathetic cry, imitating you, then bursts into laughter again. After a bit she recomposes herself. "I'm just popping in with a quick question. Would you rather ask your mommy and daddy for a maintenance spanking every night before bed? Or only ever orgasm when being bounced on a knee with your bottom paci in?" She floats down half-through the floor and touches your stuffed Alice. "Just remember to say the full response to your stuffie!" She begins to fade into invisibility. "I'll be watching and enjoying!"   Chapter 13: A Disgusting Dinner You hold the stupid ghost in your arms and sniff again, wiping your runny nose with your shirt for lack of anything better. This decision is awful. You can't imagine being spanked like that every night, but to choose never cumming again unless it's from being bounced like a baby... You think of all the amazing, passionate, steamy sexy you had with Mommy. How tight and warm and wonderful she felt around you as you made her moan and shiver with your own body in the most intimate of tender moments... Were you really going to sacrifice all that just to get out of a nightly spanking? You sniff and you shift your weight, wincing as you shift from one bruise to another bruise. You aren't sure what your bottom looks like, but it certainly isn't pretty right now, and it's going to be painful for days. Maybe you can't cum from anything else, but that doesn't mean you can't still penetrate your wife or eat her out...Would those options even be possible after a nightly spanking that kills any shred of romance? You look at the stupid embroidered face and feel like a complete idiot as you prepare to speak to your stuffy companion. "I'd rather only ever cum from being bounced on a knee with a toy in me." You whisper as softly and quickly as you can. "What was that, little one? Mommy asks, turning her head toward you. Fuck! How good was her hearing?! "Just...the game." you mutter "What game is this?" Daddy asks. "She plays 'would you rather' with Alice. She claims that she doesn't like it and that Alice makes her do whatever she picks." "Huh, that's an interesting way to absolve herself of her own little-tendencies." "That's what I think too." Mommy turns her attention back to you. "What would you rather do this time?" she asks. "I-I-I-" You look desperately from Mommy to Daddy, to the wooden spoon handle still visible from where it was placed on the counter. "Go on..." Daddy says. "I said I'd rather...cum from-" "Ah! Daddy interjects. Good girls don't say 'cum'. Be proper and say 'make stickies' okay, sweetie?" He turns toward Mommy, "It's little vocabulary things that are the most powerful." "I should be taking notes!" Mommy chuckles, "Who knew marriage was so complicated!" Their attention returns to you. "Well? What would you rather?" Mommy asks. You look down at 'Alice'. "I'd rather only ever....." you visibly cringe as you say the awful words "make stickies....while riding a knee...with a toy in me." you say softly. "What was the other option?" Mommy asks. "A maintenance spanking every night." you say, fidgeting on your aching bottom. "Huh, I'd have gone with the spanking myself." Daddy says. She doesn't even care that you said you don't want to cum in her ever again! Mommy picks up the pacifier from the floor and doesn't even wash it before pressing it into your mouth. "Now this stays in, and I mean it, or Daddy will be helping me with my spanking technique later." she says, wagging a finger in front of your face. He and Mommy turn back to preparing dinner and talking to each other, once again shutting you out of the conversation while they talk about you like you're not even there. "It makes sense, really. She hasn't been able to get it up at all for me! She only seems to get hard for changes and diapers, and then she acts so weird about being aroused!" "My ex was kinda like that... All she ever wanted to be was little...it made sexual intimacy all but impossible...not that I'm talking about my ex on a date." "Is this a date?" Mommy asks with a smile. "It's whatever you want it to be." Daddy says, Placing a pot of water onto the stove. Tears roll down your cheeks as you watch the conversation devolve into flirting. Daddy pinches Mommy's butt a few times...just like you would have done a few days ago! You want so badly to spit out your pacifier and yell, to berate both of them for what they've done...but it's been made more than clear where that line of action ends...with unbelievable amounts of spoon-based pain. Dinner, as it turns out, is Fettuccine Alfredo. As Mommy opens a bottle of wine that you'd bought to share with her, Daddy opens a cabinet to get some glasses. "Huh, do you have any plastic cups?" He asks. "No, why?" "Well babies shouldn't have glass. they can hurt themselves." Mommy smiles. "So thoughtful! I think there's a travel mug in the other cabinet. That's basically a sippy cup." "Very true." He opens it, and instead of wine, pours a large amount of milk into the mug. "Would it be alright if I came by tomorrow to drop off some hand-me-downs? I've still got some little stuff that you could use, sippy cups, for instance." "That would be so helpful! Please, feel free to come by any time!" She steps closer to him and you watch as she cups his bulge. "I could certainly use a more mature and virile adult around here." "Mmm!" You protest into your pacifier. "Hush baby." She says sternly, picking up the wooden spoon. "You don't get to feel betrayed after you went around blowing random people behind my back!" She shakes the spoon at you. "You're going to be a good girl. Okay?" You shrink back, feeling the dildo press further into you. You hate that she's right. What she's doing now is far more honest than what you did...at least what it looks like you did. "That was very well done!" Daddy says, "though next time, threaten as you would a child who's being a brat. It's far more effective to make them feel small than threatened as an equal." "Oh, that's a really good point." They carry the plates to the little IKEA folding table. "Come, sweetie!" Mommy calls, as though you're a dog. With no other option you blush and crawl after them. The table only has two chairs. You hadn't planned on entertaining any guests so soon into the renovation. Daddy places your plate of food on the floor in front of you, then he places a fork next to the plate. He gives you a friendly wink as he does so, before returning to his dinner. You reach for the fork and your hand instantly goes limp and numb. You can't even move your fingers to grip the fork. Of course Alice is watching all of this! She's probably laughing her ass off! Maybe you can still pull this off without making a mess? Maybe if you keep your fingers extended, and gracefully pinch a single noodle between your thumb and forefinger you can still use your hands to eat and still have a little dignity. When Mommy and Daddy look most-distracted you reach down and pinch a single noodle between your thumb and forefinger. That's when Alice shows off another new talent of hers. A sensation like a mild electric shock radiates through your fore-arm, and your hand closes in a tight clumsy fist. noodles and sauce squish disgustingly between your fingers. You can't open your fist! "When I said you'd eat with your hands I meant it! Both of them! Your fist won't open until it's in your mouth and the other hand is filled with food! Better get eating! You won't have control of your hands again until all your food is gone!" Her laugh echoes away. you close your eyes and move your other hand to the bowl, a similar electrical cramping feeling spreads through your forearm, and the noodles squish audibly between your grasping fist as you bring the first clenched hand to your mouth. As the noodles reach your mouth your hand springs open, dropping all of the white sauce and pasta down your shirt! You try to move your mouth to bite most of them, but only succeed in getting thick white Alfredo sauce all over your face. You're more successful the second time, but there's no denying that you're making a huge mess. "Oh!" exclaims Mommy noticing the mess you're making for the first time. "It's alright, I'll clean her up afterward." Daddy says. "I did a little experiment and placed a fork next to her. Gave her a 'would you rather' problem that was 100% Alice-free." Mommy gives you a look of disappointment, then returns her attention to Daddy, "So it really is just her and not ‘Alice’! I thought as much." You gasp. "N-no! I had to use my hands! Alice is making me eat like this because of a different 'would-you-rather' question from earlier!" You cry, your hands still full of noodles. "It's alright," Daddy soothes, "It's okay to want to be little and eat with your hands. If you need a friend to blame it on, that's okay. Just eat your din-din, I'll tidy you up afterward." "Let me at least make it easier for you to clean up." Mommy stands, walks behind you and in one movement pulls your shirt over your head, followed by your bra while you squeak in shock. "Mommy!" You gasp. You clutch at your bare breasts, inadvertently pressing your messy hands against them, smearing them with sauce. Mommy and Daddy both ignore your bare breasts, which somehow feels even worse than being ogled. Did they really see you as a baby? "I'll bring some bibs tomorrow too." Daddy says. "She's gonna need them." "Thank you so much for all your help. I wasn't expecting to suddenly be a single mom!" Mommy says, returning to her seat. She gives you an appraising stare. "She looks kind of like her picture in the bar." Daddy looks at you and chuckles, "Yes, but it wasn't Alfredo all over her!" They both chuckle and return to their talk about work and renovating the house. It’s some time until Mommy remembers you exist. "Oh, why don't you tell Paul about the 'would-you-rather' you told me earlier?" You balk at the very idea! You can't tell Daddy that! "Come now, no need to be shy." She says. "I-I told Alice that I'd rather suck you and....be a urinal...for you." Daddy looks surprised. "You would? You'd rather do that than...what exactly?" "H-have you fuck my wife." "Sweetie. We don't say words like that, do we?" Mommy says sternly, "We say 'have special time' or 'special cuddle time', okay?" You feel your bottom burn and nod slowly as more of your vocabulary becomes restricted. "Besides," Daddy says, staring deeply into Mommy's eyes. "I don't think what your mommy wants to do should be based on your possession of her." Mommy smiles and returns his look. "I don't think it should be anymore either." They continue to eat, talk, and flirt. You eat quickly to get it over with. Your hands only return to their usual usefulness once your bowl is empty. A lull in their conversation draws your attention. You watch as they lean forward and kiss. You just stare, dumbfounded. A tear rolls down your cheek. He glances down, then to you. Mommy infers his meaning. "Well, if it will make her stop crying." she says. Daddy stands and uses his napkin to wipe you down, then surprises you by lifting you off the floor and carrying you to the little sofa. Behind you, Mommy puts away the plates. He places you on the floor, then sits in front of you. "Even though you've been naughty tonight, I'm going to let you do your special skills, okay? Will that make you happy?" You shake your head. "Will it make Alice happy?" You glare at him. He, coincidentally, already knows what the answer to that is. He unzips, and shifts slightly as his thick half-hard cock spills out of his slacks. Your face goes white. You hear Mommy inhale sharply. You and Daddy turn to her. "It's just...it looks good." She says, blushing. Daddy chuckles. "One at a time, girls. First I have to cheer up the baby." He places a hand behind your head and brings your head toward his crotch. His cock pulses and grows a little stiffer. Ironically, your sadness has changed to horror at what you're about to do, which is unfortunately giving the impression that his cock has actually calmed you down. "Open up, Little one." You part your lips hesitantly and the soft glans presses into your mouth. It tastes like precum already. You meet his gaze. Was he hard and dripping the whole time he was here? "No milkies for you now. You'll have to settle for your other skill, okay sweetie?" He says. "Mggh?" You gurgle around his shaft. When he doesn't answer you look up, expecting to meet his expectant gaze. Instead he's kissing mommy deeply and running his hand over her body. A stream of hot acrid piss hits the back of your mouth. You almost cough on it, but manage to swallow mouthful after mouthful, squeaking at the surprising volume of liquid he's producing as you gulp again and again. When he finishes, you automatically lick him clean, as Alice trained you. After all, it’s your couch he’s sitting on. "There you go! What a good girl you are! He says. And your tears have all dried! Is that all you needed?" "So gross." Mommy says with a shudder. "Hey, that's her special skill she's so proud of! I think we should nurture it. She could go pro!” he says with a chuckle. He puts his hands in your armpits and hauls you up onto the couch next to him, and holds you close on one side, and your Mommy on the other. You feel his large hand run down your back, over your diaper and slip between you and the couch. With a firm push, he presses the dildo into you. "Daddy!" You squeak and jump. He looks at you, stunned, as does Mommy. You realize that this is the first time you've called him Daddy out loud. "I-I-... You- I mean-" you stammer. "Wow, I didn't even tell you to do that!" Alice chimes in. "You did that all by yourself!" "Did Alice make you call him 'Daddy'?" Mommy asks, as if on queue. "N-no." You admit, looking at the floor. You'd just assumed that it's what Alice would want... Daddy lifts your chin. "Don't worry, I knew you wanted to say it." He turns to Mommy. "Looks like I've been officially selected." "By one of us...so far..." Mommy says. "Guess I just have to win you over now." She places a hand on his exposed, throbbing dick and kisses him deeply. His hand wraps around her, pulling her tight as his fingers slip into her panties. His other hand continues to press your dildo into you at a consistent steady rhythm, that makes you squirm and tingle...but all his thoughts are on your wife. The hand massaging your dildo into you is on autopilot....keeping you occupied similarly to how a mom would bounce a baby on her hip while talking to a friend. Their lips part and Mommy whispers, "I think we should take this to the bedroom." "I think so too." Instead of making you crawl, Daddy effortlessly picks you up. You gasp with surprise as he places you on his hip, which has the effect of grinding the dildo into you. You squeak at the sharp sexual sensation "She's so cute when she squeaks." Daddy says, carrying you to the bedroom. He places you in the crib, and Mommy pops a pill into your mouth before sealing your mouth with a pacifier. "PrEP pill." she explains. "If you're gonna be slutty and free-use, you need to take your medicine to be safe." "Smart." Daddy says, tussling your hair. "Lucky baby to have such a clever doctor mommy!” You watch in horror and mortification from your new crib as daddy and mommy stare hungrily at each-other and begin to undress. "Would you rather cause a big fuss and maybe ruin their night? Watch closely and thank Daddy for all the ways that he's better than you in bed? Or just thank him with a morning blowjob?" Alice asks, suddenly reappearing next to your crib.   Chapter 14: Cucked Momm-...Lily and Daddy lay back on the bed, their foreheads touching. From your crib at the foot of the bed you watch as your wife's hand cups his scrotum, before running gently up his erection, lingering at the tip as she swirls a droplet of his precum around the tip...lubing it for penetration. He moves a little closer and you watch as the tip presses between your wife's labia. She lets out a soft exhale and bites her lip as his much larger cock glides up and down between her folds. You thought you could take this, but you can't! "Stop it!" You yell, letting the pacifier fall from your mouth. "That's my wife!" You're trying to sound authoritative and tough, but your voice is cracking and your vision has gone blurry with the tears that are about to run down your face. "Stop it! Stop it now Mommy! Please! Stop or- or I'll-I'll-" They aren't even listening to you anymore. With a single steady movement, Daddy's leg muscles flex, and his penis slowly sinks into your wife. She moans softly and rocks her hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of him inside her. You gasp and watch as your entire world shatters. Daddy presses further into her, and she moans his name softly, wrapping her legs around him as they roll into a position with him on top of her. "Stop it! Stop it!" You plead helplessly as he pulls out slightly. His cock glistens with ample amounts of her lubrication. "How long has it been since she got that wet for you?" asks Alice. Alice's arms are folded, 'resting' on the same crib railing you're gripping with white knuckles. "I mean...I'd be wet too right now if I had a body." Alice says. Daddy slowly pushes back into Lily and she moans as he nibbles her ear. "He's good. You've got to admit it."  "Please! Think of our wedding night!" You beg weakly. "Oh, just knock it off. Does it look like they're listening? Fuck, look at him go! It's like a piston!" Alice motions toward your diapered crotch "Not at all like that smelly little thing you use." Mommy shudders and convulses, digging her fingers into Daddy's back as an orgasm courses through her. "Fuck, that was fast!" exclaims Alice. "How often did she have to finish with a vibrator well after you would 'make stickies' as you'd call it?" "Should I stop?" whispers Daddy. "Don't you fucking dare." Mommy pants, still recovering from what is sure to only be the first orgasm of the night. You collapse limply against the opposite railing of the crib. Your entire world is tumbling down around you as you watch them both enthusiastically fuck, without a single care for the fussy baby. Mommy cums twice more before Daddy finally plunges deep into her, and gasps. From the foot of the bed you have front-row tickets to the awful scene of his balls tensing and the base of his cock pulsing as he fills your wife with his cum. He slowly pulls out and you watch a rivulet of white trickle from your wife's pussy. She lays her head on his lightly hairy chest and closes her eyes in absolute bliss as they both enjoy the afterglow of their respective orgasms. After a few moments Daddy says something that makes your heart stop. "Have you thought about getting her a cage?" "Like a birdcage?" Alice cocks her head to one side. Mommy's brow wrinkles. "I was thinking of a kennel, but 'Alice' wanted a crib instead." "No, not like that, it's..." He thinks for the right words. "You know how a muzzled dog becomes less aggressive because it knows that it can't bite?" "No, but go on." "I mean a chastity cage. It's like a muzzle, but for her little princess parts. She'd never be able to get hard again." "Oh my god!" Alice turns a wicked smile toward you and you know your fate is sealed. He gestures vaguely with a hand, "She'd be a lot more calm when we're being intimate, and you said she gets all awkward and tearful when she has erections during diaper changes. It might be something 'Alice' would love." Daddy explains. "Is it expensive?" Mommy asks sleepily. "Not at all for an introductory one. I bet she'd squish down nicely into a basic flat one." Mommy yawns. "that..sounds nice. How do you know about all this?" "I know some people in those circles," he says. "Maybe Baby would like to have a playdate with some of them." Daddy grins at you and you shudder at the thought. Mommy just chuckles under her breath and closes her eyes. She sleepily nuzzles her face into Daddy, pressing close against him for warmth. "I have the day off tomorrow. Maybe a daddy/daughter shopping date would help us bond." He says, stroking Mommy's head lovingly...like you used to do. "Okay....Sounds...good." Mommy says, fading quickly. Daddy moves slightly to a better sleeping position, and drapes the blanket over both of their glistening bodies. Alice turns to you, gives your diaper an appraising look, and turns a slightly lighter shade of blue. "Hasn't it been a while since you-" You flinch and your bladder begins to empty with nothing more than a passing thought to doing it. Daddy opens one eye briefly at the trickling hissing noise.He mouths a silent 'Good girl' before closing his eyes for the night. For the millionth time you worry about how easy wetting your diaper is becoming...   Chapter 15: No Backtalk You don't sleep well. You're intermittently woken by Daddy and Mommy softly whispering and giggling at a volume just low enough that you can't understand what they're saying. You curl into the fetal position and hug your ghost stuffy tight and try to think of music or something...anything to drown out the tittering and soft pillow-talk happening in what used to be your bed. When you do sleep, all you see is a loop of Mommy and Daddy having sex. Daddy's big heavy balls slap against Mommy as he fucks her thoroughly. They seem to mock your own, which have shrunken since you transitioned, and only produce a small volume of clear liquid. You'd always been proud of your cute girl-cock, and had assumed Lil-Mommy had been happy with it too... During one of the moments when you're awake you remember the first night with Alice, how she'd made Mommy dream of cucking you, and how you had interrupted and ruined it for her...how much of Mommy's decisions were influenced by that dream? Would last night have played out differently if you'd allowed her to have her innocent sex dream? What if you'd picked the glory hole instead of the humiliating diaper change, and Alice hadn't sent you there? Would it be Daddy or you in the bed right now? Somewhere out there in the infinite branching pathways, is Lily in your arms, not his? The painful thoughts of what could have been cut you like a knife, and make you ache with longing for something you don't have anymore. All you can do is curl up in your crib and hug your stuffed ghost tightly. You wish the sunlight streaming into the bedroom was the thing that woke you...but instead it's the 'plap plap plap' of Mommy's cheeks against Daddy's crotch. You steal a glance then look away, wishing you hadn't looked. It's far too late for that though. The image of Daddy fucking Mommy doggy-style is seared forever into your mind. You try not to think of it, but you can still hear Mommy's heavy breathing and moaning as she grasps the bed sheets, her body rocking back and forth to match Daddy's powerful thrusts. You'll never unsee his hands roughly grasping her hips, guiding her along his glistening shaft as the combined fluids of their sex drip onto the bed below. With a cry of ecstasy and a gasp they orgasm simultaneously. You hear the bed thud as they collapse back onto the mattress. "Fuck, I haven't had good doggy-style in forever!" exclaims Mommy. "Well, there's a lot more where that came from." Daddy smiles. "Right now?" "You're insatiable! Maybe after breakfast. Some of us have to recharge between uses." "Well at least your refractory period is hours...not multiple days." laughs Mommy, sitting up. Daddy stands, and still naked, walks to your crib. You pretend to be asleep. Maybe he'll just leave you alone. The gambit doesn't work. "Would my little girl like some pancakes this morning?" He asks, scooping you up in his arms. How the hell is he so strong? You give him a withering glare. How dare he play nice after intruding on your life and stealing the love of your life! Fuck him! "It's okay if you're fussy and spiky today. Mommy and I were a little loud last night." He says as he carries you to the kitchen. You want him to put you down right now! Being hauled around like this in front of Mommy...you hate it. He sets you down onto the floor. Your cold clammy diaper squishes against your crotch disgustingly. He busies himself with making pancakes in the antiquated, yet functional little kitchen. "Any plans?" he asks Mommy as she enters the room, wearing nothing but a shirt. "Oh just going to work today. How about you?" "Well, baby needs to be fitted for a cage, and then I thought we'd go shopping together for some essentials and stop at my place to collect what ‘little stuff’ I still own." "Sounds like fun." Mommy says, taking a plate with a couple pancakes from Daddy. "Oh, would you like some breakfast?" She says to you, as though only now remembering that you exist. You just glare at her. "Well, I have some food for you, let me just add some of your favorite syrup to it." She lowers the plate to below her exposed pussy, and you watch as the muscles of her body contract. With a wet spurting noise, she expels most of Daddy's thick white loads, which drip onto your pancake. From somewhere in the room you hear Alice cackling. Mommy places the 'syruped' pancake onto the floor in front of you. She doesn't even bother giving you silverware. Daddy doesn't even react to the awful breakfast you've been provided. He just hands her another plate with some pancakes for herself, then they move to the dining room, where you can't see them. You stare stupidly at the cum-covered meal. From the dining area you can hear sparkling conversation and laughs as they talk about their respective upbringings and schooling...the basic kind of conversation people have when they start a relationship. "Eat it." Alice says, appearing in front of you. She's laying on the floor, resting her head on her hands, idly kicking her feet. "And I'm not helping you this time. I expect you to use your own fists. Do it now. Or..." she thinks, "Actually I don't have to do anything! How would you like your bruised ass to get a double layer when Daddy comes back in here to find your pancakes unfinished?" You don't want that at all. She's right. If she doesn't make you eat, Daddy or Mommy will...and they'll think you're secretly loving it the entire time. You reach out a hand and will it to close into a clumsy fist, just as Alice had made happen last night. You raise your fist to your mouth and push your open hand against your open mouth. Smashed cake and cum fill your mouth. It's gross, but after your glory hole experience it's bearable. You clean your plate, and under Alice's direction you lick it clean too, filling your mouth with the musky, salty flavor. No sooner have you finished than Mommy and Daddy return with their plates. She places them into the sink, and opens your pill bottles. She removes one spironolactone, one estrogen, one progesterone, and one PrEP pill. "Open." She commands. You open your mouth and she drops all the pills in at once, making you cough. You can't swallow them all at once! "And now some more of your favorite beverage to help you with your medicine." Daddy says. A large hand forcefully turns your head to face a familiar penis that smells strongly of Mommy's sex and cum. "Drink up, Little one." He says, and you hesitantly open your mouth for him. Drinking piss is already hard. Doing it with a mouthful of pills is almost impossible. You almost choke, gag, and cough multiple times as the acrid liquid fills your mouth again. You manage to drink most of it, but some runs down your chin and chest. The stream finishes and Daddy waits until you've licked him clean before putting away your plate. You want a shower badly. You feel sticky and disgusting. To your disappointment all you get is a quick wipe-down with a couple baby wipes. Mommy dresses in her scrubs and kisses daddy deeply, then bends at the waist to kiss you goodbye. You raise your face and purse your lips, but she kisses the top of your head instead. You try to tell yourself that she simply did that because of what you just drank...but deep down you know that the gesture couldn't be more clear. You're simply not someone she kisses in a sexually intimate way anymore. Then she's gone. "Just us now, eh?" He says with a smile. "We'd better get a move on! It's a busy day!" Daddy retrieves the stuffed Alice from the bedroom, along with a pair of tight shorts and a tank top from the very back of your drawers. You balk at the small scraps of cloth. You're not even sure why you still have them, as you never wear anything but baggy T-shirts and jeans. "I can do it myself!" You insist, but he doesn't listen to you as he slips the tanktop over your head, and pulls your arms through. "Stop! I can do it my-OOH!" Your protest is interrupted as he tugs the shorts all the way up, pressing the dildo tightly and painfully into you. You look at yourself and your face goes white. "I can't go out like this!" You shriek. The short-shorts do nothing to hide the diaper, which spills out through the leg holes and all along the top of the shorts. Your tank top is so short it would only barely hide your bra if you were wearing one. Then come some ankle socks and the little babyish Mary Jane shoes, which he forces onto your feet. The advertised size is far smaller than it should be and he has to use a bit of force to get them on. The final cherry of the mortifying outfit are the two pigtails he puts your hair into, which stick out absurdly at right angles from your head. "Now, you may stand. But only if you're holding my hand in public, alright, sweetie? We can't have you getting lost." "Fuck that! I'm not going out in public! Look at me!" You yell, motioning toward your entire ensemble, with emphasis on the exposed nearly-saturated diaper. "Oh honey, I wish you wouldn't swear like that. Now I have to do something about it." He leaves the room, returning with a ribbon and your pacifier. You watch as he methodically ties one end of the ribbon to the pacifier, then removes the little cap on the front. exposing the hollow opening of the nipple. You watch with dread as he fills the bulb with dish soap and uses cling-film to make the cap almost water-tight before replacing it. He holds up the pacifier with the now-blue bulb for you to see, then cuts a tiny slit into the front of the bulb. A single drop of soap collects on the tip. "Huh, Clever!" Alice exclaims. "This is just as important a medicine as your HRT." He says calmly as he approaches you. You scoot quickly away from him. "Get the fuck away from me!" You scream, scooting across the floor away from him. "God, you're such an exhausting brat." Alice says, "Just give up already!" He approaches you coolly and steadily. He doesn't even react when you kick at his legs with your babyish shoes, even though you know you landed a few painful blows. His hand shoots out and grips your nose in a vice-like grip. The awful soapy pacifier touches your lips and you clamp your jaw closed. There is no way you're letting that..that...THING into your mouth! You fully expect him to press the bulb against your clenched teeth in a failed attempt to force the soft rubber into your mouth. Instead, he just places his other hand tightly over your mouth, stepping behind you to pull your head back against his legs. There's no escape. You're trapped! and your lungs are already screaming for air as you kick and thrash to escape, which only accelerates your body's need for oxygen. Seconds that feel like minutes pass. Just as your vision is starting to go black, and your thrashing becomes weak and feeble, the hand covering your mouth is removed. You gasp uncontrollably for air as the pacifier is pushed into your wide-open mouth. You don't even care about the ribbon slipping around your head, securing it tightly into place...you're too busy panting and gulping down wonderful oxygen. "Well? Was your tantrum worth it? What did you expect?" Alice smirks. "Good girl. Next time, you open for your paci, okay?" He says it so gently, like he didn't just suffocate you into submission! He pats your head and leaves to get dressed as you splutter on the first drop of bitter dish-soap. You claw at the knot behind your head, but it's so tight you can't feel where to pull to undo it. He returns a few minutes later in yesterday's clothes. He helps you onto feet that are already aching, and clips your stuffed ghost to your tank-top. You hold it tightly against your body with one arm, you know you look ridiculous doing it, but you need something comforting and soft to hold right now as you're forced to taste your bitter defeat. He leads you by your free hand to the front door. Between the dildo, the large wet diaper, and the uncomfortable shoes, you walk awkwardly. Every step is a new humiliation as you toddle toward the door. He inspects you, brushes a few strands of hair from your face, then opens the front door. He leads you gently out into the morning air... but it feels like he's forcefully dragging you into a new life. You waddle awkwardly slightly behind him. Embarrassingly he doesn't hold your hand, he keeps his own hand slightly open, forcing you to hold onto his fingers. The effect makes it appear like you are too timid and scared to let go of him. You pray that nobody you know sees you like this... He leads you past your faded and beat-up ancient Honda, to his new BMW. "Back seat." He says, and you hastily climb into the back of the car. Anything to get away from the public eye. You reach for the seatbelt, but Daddy is far faster. He's already pulling it across your body before you even reach for it. He buckles you in and closes the door before getting into the driver's seat. You make the mistake of biting your pacifier in frustration, and a spurt of soap shoots into your mouth, transforming every tiny part of your mouth into a bitter, frothy, nightmare. Drool is already uncontrollably pouring down your chin. Alice phases through the front passenger door, and mimes buckling herself in. Then looks over her shoulder at you with an air of superiority, rubbing in your back-seat demotion. It's such a petty gesture. It really shouldn't affect you as strongly as it does. "Well baby, where should we go first?" Daddy asks. "Want to get a nice new shiny cage? Some new outfits? Maybe a makeover?" "Well I would say cage, but what's 'life' without a little unpredictability?" She puts her feet up on the dash and reclines through the back of the seat. "Go on, Choose."   Chapter 16: Caged Well... no point in putting it off. You'll only be thinking about it all day. "Ca-gth." Speaking was a mistake. Soapy spit covers the inside of your paci, and dribbles onto your chest.. The thin white fabric of your crop top already has a large semi-translucent spot that's slowly growing. "That's my girl! Prioritizing the most important part first!" You slouch down in the seat, desperately trying to hide every inch of yourself behind the door...Every time a car passes, or pulls alongside at a red light you curl up as hard as you can on the back seat. Why doesn't Daddy feel embarrassed to be seen with you like this?! The drive seems to last forever. The car stops in an empty strip mall parking lot. You peep over the window. The area looks like it's only one step ahead of being condemned. Everything is sun-bleached and the asphalt is cracked and pocked with potholes. It's all so...dingy...It's not at all the sort of place that you'd expect a suave person with a nice car to go. He opens your door, and extends his hand. You begrudgingly grip his fingers again as he leads you to a small sex shop between a sketchy med-spa and a tattoo studio. The outdoor air on your wet, transparent shirt has a predictable effect. Your nipples respond by pushing outward against the translucent wet cloth. You may as well be topless. You can clearly see the dark outline of your areolas through your saturated top. An electric beep announces your entrance to the shop, which smells like sweat and dust. Alice speeds through you and Daddy, eager to read and learn everything she can about what a hundred years of progress has done to sex toys. "Woah, Rubber vaginas?!" "Hey Paul, How's it going?" A young woman with a face full of piercings says warmly from behind the register. Her vibe is definitely 'punk'. "Pretty good, Amy, just stopping by for an essential little item." Daddy says, leading you toward the woman. "So that's what the cages look like!" "And who's this little cutie?" She says, as though she's not clearly younger than you. "She belongs to someone new I'm seeing. She's new to being a caregiver so I'm helping out a bit." Daddy says. He shrugs, "I know, I just got out of a relationship, but I don't know, there's something special about this one." You clench your fists and try to contain yourself while some strange man talks lovingly about your wife. Amy bends over slightly so her eyes are at the same level as yours. It's a movement only possible because of the tall platform boots she's wearing. "Is that true sweetie? Is your mommy something special?" "There's someone getting lip injections next door!" How are you supposed to respond to something like that? Of course she's special! You married her! You nod slowly and blush at the sheer condescension she's displaying toward you. "And who's this? A special friend of yours?" Amy says, placing a hand on your stuffed ghost. You look up at Daddy, who just meets your gaze. His eyebrows go up in a 'well, go on, tell the nice lady' gesture. "Alith" you lisp around your pacifier. a long strand of drool drips onto your wet top. You actually feel a drop of it run down your tummy. "What a cute name! Aren't you so clever for coming up with it!" She says with a big smile. "I'll accept that compliment." Alice says as she passes by. "So what essential are you looking for?" She directs the question to daddy as she straightens. "She's here for her first cage." Daddy says. "Ooh! exciting!" Amy says, glancing at you. "Pop her up onto the counter and we'll see what fits best. I'll be right back with a few contenders." She leaves to grab a selection of cages from one of the aisles. Daddy once again lifts you easily by your armpits and places you onto the counter by the register. He moves a few displays for various lubricants and a basket of condoms, then directs you to lay on your back. He undoes the button of your shorts and your eyes go wide. Here?! At the front of the store?! Where anyone who walks in can see?! "Daddy Pleathe! No' hew!" You plead through your gag. More spit runs down the sides of your face. He ignores you entirely and opens your diaper. Amy returns just in time to watch the dildo slip uncontrollably from your loose, gaping hole onto the open and wet diaper. "Hah, the classic bottom-paci." She looks at it critically and purses her lips. "Kind of a cheap model. Would you like an upgrade? I just restocked." "Sure, dealer's choice, I'll clean this one." Daddy uses two fingers to carry the used 'bottom paci' to the bathroom and you're left alone and exposed on the counter of the store. Amy returns first and sets a few boxes near your open diaper where you can't see them. The box with the dildo is placed next to your head. From your position it feels like looking up at a skyscraper. The picture on the box shows the horrible pink and white striped implement. "Ten inches long...extra wide girth...premium soft and smooth silicone...and a flared base with no balls...for "extra-deep penetration". You feel Amy press something cold and metal against your balls and you flinch. "Easy girl, this won't hurt, I promise." She says it like you're some animal she's soothing! You try to sit up, so you can see what awful thing she's installing onto your body, but her finger presses gently against your forehead. "Lay back. This doesn't concern you...well, not in any way that matters. Just lay back and relax. We'll let you know when to sit up." Doesn't concern you?! This is YOUR body that they're locking up! You feel a general tightness as cold metal compresses your penis, then there's the click of a lock and the sound of keys. Alice giggles. "It looks so silly!" Daddy returns with the cleaned dildo and places it next to the new one. It's far, far smaller than the box containing the new one. "That cage looks alright...but could we try a smaller size? She was so upset last night when I was with her mommy. I think a smaller one would make her feel much more accepting of the situation." "Oh it'll help for sure. I generally avoid the flat ones because they're so easy to get out of, but if she's not taking off her diapers I suppose that's not an issue." You hear a rustle. "Let's try.....This one....with....hmmm...this ring. With or without these?" "ooh! with! WITH!" "Oh with, definitely. You should have heard her yapping and crying like a desperate little puppy last night. It was just as cute as it was pathetic." "Well this is going to be one very effective muzzle for this puppy." She says with a smirk. You try to ignore them, to focus on anything else. Somewhere you can't see, there's a TV with barely audible commentary on something. You try to focus on that instead of your balls and penis being pressed and pushed through cold metal. Somewhere out there, in some country you've never heard of, a princess fell over in public, then ran away. You can't hear all the details, but the phrase 'national embarrassment' is used a few times. It seems like a severe thing to say about a minor accident. 'National embarrassment'....nothing is more embarrassing than what is happening right now to you on this counter. A lock clicks and Daddy removes your pacifier. "How's that one feel, sweetie?" Amy asks. "Um...tight." You say. "No pinching or poking?" "N-no." "Great! Daddy returns the pacifier to your mouth, lifts you off the diaper, carries you across the store, and places you on your feet in front of a mirror near the sexy lingerie and costume section. You gasp. Your penis is completely gone! It's been replaced by a silver disk with a single slit in its center. Your small balls are squeezed by the ring and pushed outward ridiculously. Your balls now extend further than your penis! The surface of the metal disk has small pink dots... they look rubbery. You reach to touch and Daddy grips your shoulder. "Your diaper area is off-limits. You may look, but never ever touch. Okay?" "Wha ith tha pink?" You ask. "Those are little spiked studs made of soft silicone. They just look like dots from the outside, but are pointy on the inside. As long as you're soft you won't feel them...but if you try to be a big girl..." He hesitates "Well I suggest you think of baseball instead, okay? Can you do that for me? Be my good little soft girl?" You choke down the cold sinking horror. Then you whimper and nod because that's the only option you know he and Alice will accept. You assess your reflection. Your face is covered in tears and drool, your pigtails are a mess, and you have a giant pink pacifier bobbing in your mouth. Your breasts and nipples are visible through your tiny spittle-soaked croptop, you're clutching a plushy, and you're standing uncomfortably in babyish shoes and ankle socks with lace trim, looking like you're going to fall over any second. "You look perfect!" Laughs Alice." You know that showing you a mirror is a cruel tactic to show everything you aren't. It's a trick...and it's a great one because it's working even though you know it's a trick. Nobody, not even you, would ever look at your currently hairless caged crotch and think it's good for anything other than wetting diapers. How will you ever be able to tell Lily that she's your wife when she knows that under your diaper is...this. The instant Lily opens your diaper and sees this...your marriage will be completely redefined in her eyes. You hate your reflection. You hate all of yourself. But you can't look away from what you've been transformed into. You look like someone who would hold her daddy's fingers in public. You look like someone who would happily lay down for her next diaper. You look like someone who willingly sleeps in a crib and uses her mouth to please her mommy and daddy. You look like absolutely everything that you know you aren't. You sniff and tears run down the reflection's face. It makes her look even more pathetic and cute. If you saw her crying on the street you'd give her a hug. Just as you would do to an upset child, Daddy turns you away from the reflection and buries you in a hug. If you were the girl you saw in the mirror you'd find it comforting...as it is...it's just another part of the life you don't want being thrust onto you. Daddy releases you from the hug and carries you back to your diaper, lowering you onto the cold wet surface. "Is she okay? She looks really upset." Amy says. "I know the first cage can be emotional especially for some of the more reluctant cucks...but damn." "I swear she's super into this. She's just...a special case." Daddy says, hesitating to find phrasing more delicate than 'batshit crazy and repressed as hell'. He pulls your diaper over your new cage and tapes it closed, and helps you to a sitting position on the floor. Sitting on the floor without a dildo inside you feels WAY better at least. "Catholic?" Amy asks. "Not sure about that, but she certainly has a strange coping mechanism for the things she wants." He purses his lips and thinks of a way to explain you to Amy. "Do you love your new cage?" he says finally. You shake your head 'no' emphatically. "Do you want it off right now?" he asks. You nod. "Yegth, Daddy, Pweethe!" "And does Alice like your cage and want it off?" he asks. You freeze and look up at him imploringly, then you look at Amy. "Be honest." He says. "THee wuvth it."  You sigh, defeated, and stare at the floor. "She's been like this for days now apparently. Filling diapers, eating with her hands, going to glory holes... then blaming it all on Alice." "Wow, that's a new one... but also extremely little-core to blame things on a stuffed animal." Daddy smiles. "You remember at the bar when I was venting and you all challenged me to go use the glory hole?" "Don't tell me-" "Turns out 'Alice' put her wallet into my pocket somehow while she worked the glory hole. That's how I met her mommy; returning the wallet. 'Alice' said I was the perfect daddy for her." "How did she even do that?" Amy asks "That's like a magic trick or some shit!" "No clue. She just says 'Alice' did it." You hate this story. You know that you're going to hear it over and over again though. If Daddy and mommy stay together you'll likely hear the story anytime someone asks 'how did you two meet'. You sigh sadly and sniff. Daddy kneels and raises your chin. "Would it cheer you up to play would-you-rather with Alice? You say the word and we'll go do it today." "OOH! I have a good one!" You gasp. If Daddy starts prompting Alice to play her awful game, who knows where it'll end! Alice and Daddy are smiling, mistaking your gasp for one of happy surprise. "She loves playing would-you-rather with Alice." Daddy explains. "Would you rather go next door for some big puffy dick-sucking lips? Or beg to have your ass destroyed with the biggest novelty butt-plug this store has? I bet daddy would REALLY enjoy your new lips, as would your adoring fans at the bar!" She sits on the counter. "But on the other hand, what's more baby-like than absolutely destroying any hope of holding in your stinkies?" Your breathing quickens. You're going to have to pick between two body modifications of the worst and most horrible kind. "I-I-" "She's so excited!" smiles Amy. "Fuck, she makes me kind of want a little. They’re just so cute." Daddy places 'Alice' in your hands and removes your pacifier. "Go on, just tell her what you want. My treat." "C'mon! We don't have all day!" Alice says.   Chapter 17: Reamed You look down at the horrible, taunting plush face. You have to pick the awful plug option. At least being incontinent is something you can hide...The only way to hide giant lips would be with a facemask, or a pacifier. Alice 'rests' her own head on top of your stuffed ghost. "This wouldn't be happening if you stopped fighting it. Be reasonable. I'm not going away until you accept this life I've thoughtfully built for you. It's only going to get worse from here." You can't simply give in! It hasn't even been a week since Alice appeared! What kind of fucking loser would you be if you accepted a horrific new life after only a few days! You calm your breathing, grit your teeth and defiantly force the words out. Despite all the bravery it's taking to say the words, they come out in a meek little whispering squeak. "I-I'd rather...um...t-tear m-my bottom with the b-b-biggest plug." *sniff*...so I can't hold my....my....my stinkies anymore." Alice shrugs. "Have it your way, girl." You look up at Amy and Daddy. "Holy fucking shit." Amy says in astonishment. "Jesus." "What the hell was the other option?!" Amy blurts. "T-to get big...um...dick sucking lips." "I'd have rather picked that!" Amy exclaims.  Daddy nods in agreement. They're both silent for a moment, looking down at you. "I mean...you did say anything." Amy points out. "Yeah but...fuck...I didn't know she was so hardcore." Amy walks back to some aisle and returns with a box. It's big enough to hold a small kitchen appliance... You swallow anxiously. You really REALLY hope that most of the box's volume is packaging waste. "I've had this in here for fucking forever...never found a buyer before." Amy places it on the counter, and scans the barcode. "Not to yuck all over your yum, but are you sure that this is what 'Alice' wants?" Amy asks. You nod slowly, staring in horrific awe at the size of the plug's box. "This is what I'm talking about" Daddy says, "One minute she's upset over 'having' to do something like wear diapers...then the next time she speaks she's wanting a permanent gape." "Alice wants it! Not me!" You correct. "Oh yes, my mistake, Sweetie." Daddy pays for the cage, as well as the ones you tried, along with your new 'bottom paci' and gigantic plug. "Wait a minute, Paul." She reaches under the counter and places a white tube on top of the box containing the plug. "Pain-killer cream. Prescription strength. Don't spare it." Daddy looks down at the tube and blanches. "Say, uh, I don't suppose you'd have time to-" "I can't help, sorry. This is a retail space. That kind of thing is a little too much for this environment. Daddy's face falls. "Buuuut the tattooist next door has done it a few times for the more...'adventurous' kinksters." She smiles and winks Daddy exhales with relief. "Thanks so much! we'll head over there." He picks up the boxes and your shorts, and holds out his hand for you to take. You waddle along behind him, holding his fingers. The sign on the door next to the sex shop reads "By Appointment Only" Daddy knocks against the glass. The lights come on, and the familiar form of Amy walks out of the back. She's already pulling on some black latex gloves. Daddy looks down and meets your puzzled gaze. "Amy wears a lot of hats." Amy unlocks the door, and leads both of you to the back where there's a little padded table and a medical-adjacent chair for clients. "First things first, you have to fill your diaper. This thing is going to be in you almost nonstop for a while, until your hole heals around it, so let's clear you out now." They both look down at you. Waiting. DId they really expect you to shit yourself right now?! right here?! "Go on, do your pushies, Little One." Daddy says. You swallow and squint, but you can't bring yourself to do it under their watching stares. "I know you've done it before, no need to be bashful." Daddy says. "I'm not helping you this time." Alice says, "Consider it a gift. The first and last time you'll ever get to shit your diaper willingly." 'The first and last time'...hearing it like that makes it suddenly so real and frightening. "I-I can't when you're watching!" You say. Maybe that'll be enough to get out of this. "Well then, I have just the thing." She turns to Daddy. "Put her on the table please and get her little hole visible." Daddy picks you up and places you onto the table, directing you onto your hands and knees. Then he undoes your top diaper tapes, allowing the back of your diaper to open and slide down your legs enough to expose your butt. "Here we go. Deep breath!" A thin plastic thing is pushed into your butt, making you jump. "Keep breathing. Deep breaths." You gasp as a flood of water begins to flow into you. The water is warm, but it still has you cramping uncomfortably as your stomach expands and distends. The water shuts off and the tube is removed in a slow, careful movement. "Now hold it in until your daddy can take you to the potty, alright?" "Aww, Could this be Baby's last ever potty-time?" Alice quips. You flash her an angry glare and reach for Daddy's fingers. He leads you to the bathroom, and 'helps' you onto the potty, then stands, watching as you loudly and thoroughly empty all of yourself into the pott-you mean toilet. When you reach for the toilet paper, your hand goes numb and limp. You hear Alice giggle as you struggle with the toilet paper. You fight to try and wrap it around your hand, but can't even get the smallest grip of the dangling tissue. You blush and look up at Daddy. Your vision blurred with fresh tears over yet another new and unexpectedly humiliating development. "C-can you- um" "Of course.”  He uses the tissues to wipe you clean, and flushes the potty-....toilet, before leading you back to the room where Amy and Alice are waiting for you. Amy spreads some straps over the table and motions for Daddy to place you, once again, on top of the table. This time though, your head is down, pressed into a pillow. Your arms are pulled between your knees, and strapped to your ankles, which are also tied to the table. You're ass-up and face-down, and will be until this awful and irreversible procedure is complete. "Can you put this on her? It'll help with the noise and give her something else to concentrate on." Something wide and rubbery is pushed into your mouth. Daddy squeezes a bulb a few times and the inflatable gag fills your mouth, and the space between your cheeks, lips, and teeth, completely sealing your mouth, while also giving you something soft and rubbery to bite. You're trembling as you feel a gloved finger covered in prescription-strength numbing cream press against your most sensitive pink hole. Amy spreads it all over your anus inside and out, re-coating her finger several times. After a few minutes you don't even feel her finger anymore, just the pressure of her hand between your cheeks. you hear the box with the awful implement open, and you know that soon you'll be incontinent...probably for life...and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Daddy notices your trembling, "Easy, Sweetie, it's okay. It'll be all over, and then you'll have your nice new plug soon." Daddy coos, stroking your back softly. "Just think how adorable you're going to look with it in you. Everyone will be so impressed." The thick rubber tip presses against you, and you wince, forcing the welling tears down your cheek. You don't want to think about how 'cute' you'll look with a disturbingly large plug destroying your ass as your body heals around its wide diameter. Instead you think about your cute little house. What you'd be fixing right now if you hadn't put on Alice's stupid wedding ring. You'd be working on the electrical or maybe the plumbing... The tip enters you, and you feel yourself stretching. The stretching becomes a warm burning, then a stinging. As it sinks deeper and deeper into you, the awful sensations grow exponentially. "MMMMMMM!" You wiggle against your bondage and grab your ankles, the only thing in grasping range. You try to arch your back and move your hips away from the intruder, but the position you're strapped into doesn't make it possible to move more than an inch or two. The pain grows, expands, and becomes your only thought. Your world is pain. Your universe is pain. Existence is white-hot searing pain. "MMMM-MMMM-MMMM!" You're screaming, sobbing into the gag and shaking. "Almost there." Amy says. "Just one more push." 'Just one more push' is the last thing you remember before blacking out. You wake up in the back of Daddy's car. Your pacifier is in your mouth and your head is limply resting against the cold window. You don't need to ask if it worked, or if your plug is in... Your butt cheeks are spread wider than they’ve ever been around the base of the plug, and you can feel the vibrations of the road in your spine. Daddy looks at you in the mirror. "Hey, Baby! Are you okay? How are you feeling?" He actually sounds genuinely concerned. You just moan a 'mm-hmm' into your pacifier and allow your head to rest against the cool glass again. "I know that was...a lot...but I bet 'Alice' is really happy at least?" Daddy says hopefully, his tone still heavily lined with concern. You just let the question hang in the air. "If it makes you-I mean ‘Alice’- any happier, Amy was able to take it out and put it back in a few times to make sure you definitely got what you-I mean ‘Alice’- wanted. Absolutely no chance of continence ever again." "I mean...I do find it entertaining." says Alice, "But I'd rather you happily started filling your diapers on your own. Desperate times and all that." "I texted Mommy a pic of your cage. She said it looks adorable!" "He's trying to cheer you up. Hell, I think he actually kind of likes you. How weird is that?" You're far too exhausted physically and mentally to respond right now. All you want to do is sleep. "You slept right through the stop at my place. I got some stuff you'll need. Some of the stuff I think 'Alice' will really love." "There is some fun stuff." He glances nervously at you through the rearview mirror. "Jeez, at least say thank you. He's only done everything you've asked him to." Alice says critically, looking back at you from the front seat. As much as you hate to admit it. Alice is right, it's not fair to treat Daddy like the enemy right now, not when he's only ever done right by you from his perspective...even if everything he's done has been emotional, psychological, and physical torture for you. "Fank 'oo 'addy" You say from behind the pacifier. "Of course, Little one." There's a note of pride and satisfaction. You wonder if in the kink world a 'Thank you, Daddy' is the same thing as a 'Good girl'... all the reward a dom needs for a job well done. The silent car ride continues. You've almost fallen asleep again when he speaks, breaking you from the peaceful pull of unconsciousness. "Soo...would you like to take a sick day to go get some outfits and a makeover tomorrow? I'll take a sick day too if you want. Amy offered a free tattoo if we go back, which could be fun. Or you could go to work just to have something else on your mind....” “If you don't feel up to work or doing anything in particular, I can also just go to my job. Don't worry, you won't be left alone at home. I know of a...well... a daycare kind of thing for larger babies like you. It's not much, but you might meet some like-minded friends.” Fuck. Go to work in massive adult-baby fetish diapers and a plug that makes walking almost impossible? Go out on yet another nightmarish excursion? Or be left for the day in a daycare with a bunch of disgusting diaper-loving freaks? Alice smiles. "Don't worry. I'm sure I can make whatever you do extra fun."   Chapter 18: Home Sweet Home You sigh...You can't work like this. And you absolutely don't want to spend a day with a bunch of diaper-loving weirdos. You close your eyes and resign yourself to the only option that makes any sense. "Ca' we do wha' we didn' do togay?" You ask, once again disgusted by your paci-handicapped pronunciations. "Of course we can, sweetie." Daddy pulls up to you and Mommy's house, and effortlessly parallel-parks his car between Mommy's car and your car. The accidental symbolism isn't lost on you. The minuscule jerk of the car stopping sends a shooting pain through you, all thanks to the plug gauging your hole to some hard-to-imagine diameter. Daddy opens your door, and you swing your legs out of the car, wincing at the pain of moving your legs. With great effort, you try to stand but it hurts too much. The best you can do is a low crouch. You try to shuffle forward, but every step is hard. Alice exits the car through the roof and joins you near the pavement. She looks you up and down and smirks. "You literally look like you're taking your first steps. Do you need help? Do you want Daddy to carry you? Maybe get you a cute little stroller because your legs just don't work?" she mocks. You glare at her hatefully. "Do you need uppies, sweetie?" Daddy asks. You want to be independent, rebellious, and resourceful. You want to show that you can do it on your own! Fuck him and fuck Alice! You take another step and teeter as more pain arcs through your body. Fuck, you actually do need to be carried...if this were anywhere else and any other time, you'd probably have a wheelchair. As it is, there's only one option. You look up at daddy and fight back the tears of embarrassment. "You have to say the code and do the secret signal to get air extraction." He leans in conspiratorially, smiles, and whispers "It's 'Uppies, Daddy!' and you raise your arms." He looks around cautiously. "But you didn't hear that from me." You sigh. If you were actually into this, were a literal child, or were far more stupid you'd probably find him charming, or even funny. Defeated, you raise your arms. "Uppeeth, Daddy." You mutter. "Sorry, kiddo. Air support can't enter unfriendly airspace. You have to smile and say it a little louder. Radio interference, you know." Alice laughs. "Go on! Ask your daddy for uppies like the cute little baby you are!" You look at the house, as if it might suddenly have gotten a lot closer since the last time you tried to walk. You wobble on your uncomfortable little-girl shoes. It's only a matter of time until you fall backward onto the car seat...The thought of falling onto your plug makes you shudder...the pain would be unimaginable With tremendous effort you squish down your ego enough to plaster the stupidest grin on your face. "Uppeeth, Daddy!" You say with as much mock excitement as you can muster. "There we go! There's the happy girl I know is in there somewhere!" He says. He gingerly and slowly lifts you. He cradles you in his arms, careful not to touch your tender bottom as he carries you into the house and sets you into your crib. He lowers the railing and sets the bottle of baby powder next to you. "Alright honey, let's get you out of that wet diaper. It's lasted you a good long while but it's about full now." You look up at the ceiling, doing your best not to see the stupid infantile mobile dangling above your head. It's just another insult in a long line of insults you have to take. At least you'll be out of this cold wet thing soon. You impotently bite your pacifier hard as Daddy opens your diaper. You hadn't realized your diaper was so heavy until daddy lifted the front of it off of you. Were you really...getting USED to the feel of a diaper?!" Mommy enters and gasps at the sight. She walks over, slowly and peers in amazement at your new features. "It...It looks like she has a saucer wedged between her cheeks." She marvels. "you told me it was huge but...Jesus H. Christ." she reaches out and you feel her softly touch the base of the plug, as though she's unsure if it's real. "You're sure it's what she wanted?" she asks uncertainly. He shrugs. "Once 'Alice' said she wanted it...she didn't complain or ask to stop once. It must have been something she's wanted for a long long time." You're trembling with impotent rage and humiliation. Your wife reaches out and touches the front of your cage. You feel nothing but a slight movement of the metal "It's so...tiny! Like she doesn't even have anything there! It doesn't hurt does it?" You think for an instant that she's talking to you, but no. She's talking to her new lover...about you, even though you're right here. "No, it's not meant to hurt. As long as she's good." he points at the little pink spots showing where the silicone spikes have been inserted. "These are soft little silicone spikes. They won't let her do anything big, but they also won't actually hurt her. The result should be a baby that stays calm and little all night." He looks you over. From your pacifier, to your cage, to your plug. "She needs so much just to be happy and calm." "Well, she has so many emotions. She's just too little to manage them I suppose." Your wife says. She bends over, and peers down into your eyes as she strokes your cheek. "At least you look so cute with all your little baby things." It's the wrong kind of physical contact! You want a lover, a wife, a confidant...not a caretaker, or a mommy! A tear rolls down your face as you bite impotently on the rubber nipple. She continues to talk while Daddy continues taping you into a fresh diaper. "My poor little crybaby. You go on and let all those tears out. You're not going anywhere, sweetie. We've got you forever." She says it in a comforting tone, but it feels like you're being read a prison sentence. You sniff loudly. You don't WANT to be 'her crybaby'! Why can't she just believe that you don't want all this!? She stands and wraps an arm around Daddy, they both stare at you, admiringly, as if you're actually their infant. You shut your eyes, wishing you could disappear, but you're exhausted, and in too much pain to even stand, much less fight your unknowing captors. You close your eyes and try not to play into the 'crybaby' role that Lily has placed you into. Mommy and Daddy's following conversation doesn't make it easy to remain calm. Lily is the first to break the silence. "Is it...weird...that I..." "Like her better like this?" Daddy finishes. "yeah." "Not at all. She really is adorable, even if the Alice thing is really weird." They both watch you for a little bit. "Is it...permanent?" Mommy asks. "The plug's effects? Definitely. The cage can come off whenever though." Daddy responds. "Could the cage maybe ...also be...- Your eyes shoot open. She can't possibly be asking what you're think- "Made permanent? Of course. You can glue the lock, but a good chastity cage is custom made, and uses a piercing to be completely escape-proof and secure." You can almost hear Alice taking notes. "Oh. That sounds like a whole lot." Mommy says. "If you want, I'll ask 'Alice' if she'd like it in the morning while we're out." "Daddy!" you gasp, letting the pacifier fall from your mouth. To ask Alice anything like that is certain to make it an inevitability. Without even a pause in the conversation, he's slipped the pacifier back into your mouth, as though you've accidentally dropped it. You huff in frustration. "We're gonna head out and do some more shopping. We didn't get to a lot of the stuff we wanted because of-" he motions toward your debilitating plug. "But I got a lot of little and regression stuff from my place." "Ooh, I'll help you put it all away." They raise the railing, which is only a couple feet tall, but is now extremely effective at trapping you in your new bed. With your aching plug you can't imagine swinging your leg up over the bars to climb over the railing. They return to Daddy's car. You hear the front door open multiple times as they take trips back and forth...Fuck, how much shit did he bring? You hear the clunking of what is almost certainly sippy cups and babyish dinnerware being unpacked in the kitchen. There's a rustle and thunking of something being set up in the living room You think you hear a clatter and dragging noise of something in the dining room. Alice disappears momentarily and reappears, sitting lightly on the railing at the head of your crib. She looks down at you mischievously. "Want to play our little game? I know I do!" You look at her and burn red with rage and hatred. You've never hated anything more than you hate Alice...for everything that's happened, and all the horrors that are going to happen. She acts as though she doesn't notice your glare. "Since you're going out with Daddy again tomorrow...and both businesses are in the same area...Would you rather have a permanent cage with a piercing? Or get those big puffy lips I just know you wanted so badly?" You shudder at the thought of either horrible option. Both will have lasting permanent effects. "On one hand, you're obviously never getting out of your current cage again. So the permanent cage would really only be a minor downgrade from your current situation...On the other hand, can you really give up ALL hope of ever being free? Just to, quite literally, save face?" She lays next to you, and places a finger against your lips. "Wouldn't great big juicy lips be a small price to pay to keep a tiny bit of hope? Think of how well you can thank Daddy for his hard work! Doesn't he deserve a reward? I bet he'd love the feel your fat bulging fuck-pillows all over his large cock. Doesn't he deserve that?" Mommy and daddy enter the room carrying boxes. They open the boxes and begin putting various things away. They're discussion is far from the front of your mind. You're desperately trying to pick between two equally horrible fates. "What's in this one?" Mommy asks "Milking supplies, mostly." "Milking? Like...lactation?" Daddy laughs. "Prostate milking. Don't worry, I'll show you how it's done later." "Time's a-wastin'." She points at your stuffed ghost. "Say it nice and loudly for 'Alice' to hear!" Her other hand phases into your chest threateningly. You have to pick. Now.   Chapter 19: Breathless Your face goes white as her forearm clenches slightly. There's no time to think at all. You say the first option that comes to mind. "Lipth" you lisp softly. "What was that, Baby?" Mommy says, looking up from one of the boxes Daddy brought, "Did you say something?" "Alith athked me a Quechun." You say. Drool dripping down your chin. "Oh, another question? What is it you- I mean 'Alice' wants you to do now?" You try to suck in your emotions. You will NOT reinforce the image of being 'Mommy's little crybaby'. You close your eyes, maybe you made the wrong choice... But maybe...just maybe...Alice was wrong when she said your chastity is permanent. either way...you can't give up hope. "Get big lipth...fo'- fo'-" "Sucking dicks." finishes Alice impatiently. "Thucking dickth." you say, "Language!" scolds Daddy. The image of the soap-filled pacifier instantly flashes into your mind. You feel like you can taste it even now. "Thowwy, Daddy!" You say quickly. Mommy looks at you, then back at Daddy. Her mouth is open in surprise at your sudden and immediate submissiveness. "Wow, you've really got her under control!" she marvels. "Soap paci. I'll show you how it's done." he says casually. Mommy puts a hand on her hip. "Why didn't you just say you wanted lips while you were out getting your plug? You were already there!" It's a valid question. "I didn' know Alith wanted them!" You insist. "Well, I don't know if we can afford-" "Hey, I've got it. No problem." Daddy offers. "Are you sure?" She asks. "Well, I am her Daddy apparently,” he say, “What kind of father figure would I be if I didn't help with the procedures she needs?" "You are just...the sweetest man." Mommy says. "Besides," Daddy continues, "she introduced us with a blowjob...it only makes sense to repay her with a little highly-relevant upgrade." You watch from behind the wooden bars as they stare at each other, smiling, then Daddy places a hand on the back of her neck and kisses her deeply. Her hands efficiently unfasten his pants, and his erection springs free as they drop to the floor. Daddy's hands lift Mommy by her thighs, and you whimper into your paci as his cock points eagerly upward at your wife's pussy. Still standing, he lowers her onto him. She shudders and gasps as his tool enters her completely. You watch hungrily. That should be you...well...it could be if you were strong enough to do that... "You know. With that cage...I no longer have to focus on keeping you limp all the time, isn't that fun?" Alice says. Immediately, you can feel your penis again for the first time since your work-mandated diaper change. Mommy gasps and moans again, and you feel your little cock pulse slightly in response to the sounds of their sex. Lily's moans have always been an absolute turn-on for you...and it would appear that they’re still effective, even when someone else is causing them. You whimper and feel a dull uncomfortable pain building as your sensitive head presses against the rubber spikes. "mmm!" You bite your pacifier and paw at the tapes of your diaper with suddenly-limp, floppy hands. The pain increases steadily. Mommy and daddy are too lost in each other to notice. "Nobody is going to help you. You think they care about the naughty baby that wants out of the chastity cage? Like daddy said, you'd better start thinking of baseball. You're done with erections for good." You tightly close your eyes, and fight to think about anything other but the stabbing pain of your spiked cage. It takes a full 10 minutes of pain and forced hyperfixation, but you feel the pain start to subside as your erection fades, leaving you more horny than ever. You roll onto your side and clutch your stuffie tightly. Behind you, the bed shakes as Mommy is dropped lightly onto it, there's another moan and then the air fills with the loud sounds of clapping cheeks and heavy, moaning, pants. You can picture the scene from this morning...him riding her...fucking her.... ...fucking her tight, warm, wet pussy. The one you used to- You feel the pain start to build again, "mmmm!" you sob, and begin counting drawers, knots in the wood floor, pieces of spackle on the wall...anything you can to take your mind off of the thoughts of your wife's voluptuous, soft, warm, body. "Aww, having a hard time restricting yourself to little-girl thoughts?" teases Alice. She sits cross-legged in front of you in the air, just outside your crib. "Want some help? Definitely don't think of her wet tight pussy, or how hot it is when she wraps her legs around you. How round and soft her ass is when she grinds it against you...or her boobs..where to start with her boobs?" Alice continues listing everything you shouldn't think about while your desperate mind fights to focus on literally anything boring or unusual. All you can do is whimper into your pacifier and rock back and forth with your hand pressed against the front of your diaper, begging any deity that might be listening to get rid of your cage. Mommy and daddy finish and you hear the rustling of the bed as they flop back into the pillows. "You were right." Mommy says. "About?" You don't need to see her gesture toward you. "Not a peep. That cage is worth its weight in gold." "I suspected it'd be effective. Some little girls just need a little help controlling themselves, and she seemed the type." You can't bear to look at them. You know you have to keep fighting...but you can't help but feel utterly defeated in this moment. Another man is fucking your wife and all you can do is lay here and try not to think about it. Your lips are trembling and a tear runs down your cheek. Daddy was right. Now you know what a muzzled dog feels like. "Well it's only five o'clock." Mommy says, "Want to go watch TV and hang out in the living room?" "What if I helped out with some of the repairs in this place?" "You'd do that?" "Sure! I'm handy, and it's been a while since I've done some DIY shit." They stand and begin to dress. "Say, what was the other room in this place going to be?" Daddy asks. Well," Mommy says uncertainly, "It was going to be a nursery for our future kids. I was on the fence about kids, but she really wanted some...she was even a little insistent about it." "Well isn't that a bit poetic?" "What do you mean?" "I have a feeling it's still going to be a nursery...but we already have the perfect number of baby girls." Mommy walks into your field of view and kneels. "Oh, don't cry my sweet little crybaby. You should be happy that you've finally given me the perfect baby, just like you wanted!" She stands, wipes away your tears, and walks out of the room with Daddy's arm around her shoulders explaining everything that still has to be done with the renovations. "Poor baby. Why can't you just accept it and let me rest? Everyone else loves the new you!" You and Alice both glance at the wall as Daddy begins hammering something loudly...helping build a home that was meant to be yours. You spit out the pacifier. "Fine, I give in. I'm a stupid little baby. Is that what you want to hear? Now leave me alone and die for good!" "That's not how it works, and you know it. As long as I'm the only thing keeping you from trying to get out of this, you're keeping me from finally resting!" You clench your teeth and seethe. Alice sighs. "Listen, this whole 'I'm so sad, poor me, Alice is making me do stuff!' routine is fun, but it's time for it to end." "I'm not-" "I'm not asking you to accept your life. You can think anything you want...but when you talk to your mommy and daddy you're going to be all sunshine and smiles from now on. You're gonna giggle and skip and blow daddy's cock like it's your favorite flavor of lollypop." "The fuck I am!" you hiss. Alice's arm reaches out and she touches your chest. "Feel that?" You shake your head. "You wouldn't...I just killed a few hundred of your alveoli." Your face goes white. "Y-you-" "Relax!" she motions dismissively with a hand, "You've got millions of them!..Buuut" She shrugs. "Over time though...." "You can't do-" Her finger touches your chest again. "Hey!" She looks at you, shakes her head and does it again. This time you bite your tongue. "Let me paint you a picture of a grumpy crybaby who's lungs just get weaker and weaker over the months...eventually she even needs help holding up her ba-ba...and needs a stroller because walking makes her out of breath. All her days are full of medical tests as her poor doctor mommy bankrupts herself trying to figure out why her baby's lungs are failing...." She shrugs "Maybe at some point the grumpy baby will decide that she likes being active...but learning to act happy takes time...and a lot of alveoli...maybe by the time she decides to be a happy baby it's a little too late..." She watches your face, smiling at the horror painted there . "I'm glad you don't like that idea. Because I hate it. The other option is much better." She circles your crib as she speaks. "The other option is a baby who hates being a baby, but laughs, skips, plays on swing sets, toddles around, and is the picture of health, doing a life-long oscar-worthy performance for her adoptive parents...Eventually she either becomes the performance, or resigns herself to maintaining it because it makes Mommy so happy..." She glances at your trembling hand. "I know. It's a lot to take in, but the decision is yours. I'm merely being consistent in the consequences for fussiness." "Please! I just- I don't want to be a baby!" "That choice, however, is not yours." she says, touching your chest again. "Now, I think I've made my point...but I don't want to draw suspicion from Mommy and Daddy, so I'm going to hold off on taking anymore of your lung function, for now. A sudden change in character out of the blue would be really odd..." She floats to her feet and paces, thinking. "There needs to be a catalyzing moment. Something that would trigger your 'true' self to emerge." She silently snaps her nonexistent blue fingers and whirls on you. "Duh! Your lip injections! After your mouth is essentially made into a fleshlight tomorrow, you're going to immediately drop to your knees, nuzzle daddy's crotch and thank him with the biggest, happiest smile!" You wince at the thought of happily begging to 'thank' Daddy like that in a med-spa. "Or you can keep bawling and fighting like a fussy little brat until your lungs don't work anymore." She puts a finger to her mouth. "Tell you what, to make it more interesting, you can be sad and I'll kill off your alveoli WAY more often, or you can be happy, and I'll kill TWICE as many for each time you're fussy... I'll know which one you've decided once you finish your lip injections." She moves as she talks, finishing with her face right in front of yours, and her hand in your chest. "Until then I'll be here...just hanging out with your lungs." You blink and she's gone, invisible yet again. You swallow and realize that your diaper has gone warm. You pick up the pacifier, put it back in your mouth and suck on it just to have something to do while your mind races. Do you risk trying to always be a happy baby whenever Mommy or Daddy are here? Or should you be yourself?   Chapter 20: Lips Despite the sounds of construction, you eventually manage to sleep through the rest of the afternoon and evening. You only wake up briefly when Mommy and Daddy are having sex again, during which you are once again counting floorboards and doing your best to stay limp. That night you dream that you're once again on you knees, naked, ready to serve whoever comes into the bathroom. This time, however, you can see your own puffy swollen lips. They're always just a little within your field of view. Your mind is in that dream-like in-between state where thoughts and logic are separate entities. The men's room opens and Daddy enters. He unzips, and pauses, unsure of which urinal he's going to use. All the urinals are you, and all of them are identical...but somewhere back in your mind you hear words from some voice you think you know, or once knew...your only memory is of being a urinal....a cum receptacle...It's all you've ever been and you feel so content. You want to serve. You love to suck. You want him to pick you. You want to be special...to be slightly more than all the other identical urinals. Is that your voice? Is it your internal monologue? It seems to weave in and out with your own thoughts in a way that's impossible to keep track of. He walks to the one next to you and your heart falls into your stomach momentarily, but you recover when he, at the last minute, steps in front of you. He graces you with the one task you know how to do. His golden liquid is acrid, salty, musky- heaven -heaven. You gulp and swallow greedily at his delicious nectar. When he's finally done your tummy is so full it hurts. You shift and you your tummy makes a sloshing sound. It's so fucking- amazing -amazing that you drank all of it without even pausing to breathe. You feel genuinely proud of yourself for being so good at this! But his penis is still in your mouth. There's some other part of you deep inside, saying something, but it's so hard to hear. It's telling you...not to- thank him You look up at him and smile as you run your thick soft lips up and down his shaft. Of course you'll thank him for his gift! That other voice somewhere is still yelling, telling you- You know you're good at this. So good at this. Of course you are! He's leaking so much precum, it's salty and musky and slimy and- delicious...It's all you crave -delicious. You really do crave it. You want him to make more of it. You need him to. You swirl your tongue over his glans, hoping to coax out more droplets. Still, some part of you really wants you to- take him deep You relax your throat invitingly and move forward, engulfing him with your mouth, feeling you lips and nose press softly against his perfect body. His cock pulses and you feel thick viscous warmth fill your throat...It's just so- rewarding -rewarding that he's selected you for this and that you did so well that he's giving you a special prize deep in your throat. You look up at him and beam as you swallow your reward and lick him clean. He puts away his penis and you feel genuinely crushed to see it disappear. You're about to cry when he bends down, picks you up- -and you're in a room! There's a bed, a crib...it all looks so familiar. Mommy is reclined on the bed. You remember her, but nothing about her. You only know that you love her...somehow. I mean, of course you do, she's your Mommy. In an instant the dream shifts....though you barely notice the transition. Daddy is on the bed with her, they're both naked...they're both looking at you. Mommy motions toward her beautiful pussy and spreads her soft warm lips...Daddy almost imperceptibly nods toward his penis, which pulses with a single throb. They're both waiting for you...no...they're waiting for your mouth... to make them feel good...to make them hard and wet so they can enjoy each other. No! This isn't right! This is- far more than you deserve. -far more than you deserve! You're just a urinal! You belong on your knees! Sucking and drinking anyone who wants to use you! You don't deserve this level of love and intimacy! You take a step back and something crinkles. You're now in a diaper! It's large, thick, pink, and looks- perfect on you. -perfect on you...Like it was made just for your body. Daddy clears his throat and you know you don't have a choice. You don't deserve this honor, but you crawl between them on the bed and begin your duty of alternating between their cock and clit, licking and sucking softly. As you suck daddy, you feel Mommy's body press against the back of your head, grinding softly against you. A hand brushes against the top of your head. You're loved...just like this...only like this. Tears are rolling down your cheeks. You don't know what you did to deserve this, but you know you can't ever go back. You glance up at their faces, and they return your look, but while you have tears of gratitude, they look...skeptical...unsure. Are they doubting their decision to choose you as their baby? Are you not doing a good job? Mommy's hand wipes away a tear, which she brings to her face, studying the droplet. Her face is a tableau of worry and concern. They think you hate this. You have to prove them wrong. You gasp. Nothing could be further from the truth! "I love being your baby! Don't make me go back Mommy and Daddy! Please!" You bury your face into their crotches, desperately sucking, licking, and nuzzling as passionately as you can. You continue to beg them and reassure them that you need this, and that you can't go back...You tell them that you love serving their perfect bodies, and thank them over and over for the diaper....they surely wouldn't take away your perfect diaper, would they? You wake up with a start. Dust is dancing in the bright morning light that filters into the room through the bubbled and wavy antique window panes. You flush bright red with the sudden remembrance of who you are and who Mommy and Daddy are...Alice! How dare she fuck with your head and make you have such a disgusting and vivid dream?! You sit up and realize your face is wet. Your chest is wet. Your pillow is wet. Even your hair is damp with drool. you bite the rubber bulb of your pacifier in disgust. You scan the room for the spirit, only to see Mommy and Daddy, sitting up in bed, watching you. "Someone was having a very interesting dream last night." Mommy says. "A very talkative dream." smiles Daddy. "We're so glad you like 'serving our perfect bodies', and don't worry, Baby, we have no intention of ever turning you back." Mommy says. You turn white and swallow. How much of what you'd said in the dream was actually being said in real life? Did they hear...everything? Daddy stands and stretches. "Well, I'm going to go make some breakfast." "I'll join you." Mommy says. Within a minute you're left alone in your crib, listening to clattering from the kitchen. "Stay the fuck out of my head, Alice" You say angrily to the room in general. "You're to NEVER touch my dreams again." "Okay, sure." She says flippantly, still invisible. "Promise me. You won't touch my dreams or fuck around in my head again." "Jeez, okay, I promise!" Alice says, reappearing with her head resting on top of your crib's railing. "You might regret making me promise that, though." "Why would I ever regret that?" You spit, glaring at her. "Weeeeelllll, You ever have a recurring dream?" You nod slightly, still staring at her. You don't like how this is going at all. "Well it's like your brain is just opening the 'dream drawer' and grabbing the first thing it finds...I may have put that dream in there...quite a few copies and variations of it, actually." "Take them out!" You say, horrified "Can't. You made me promise." she says solemnly. "But don't worry, baby. I'm sure you'll occasionally have an original dream...It's just gonna be rare from now on." "Change it back! Change it back!" You hiss. You can't be audibly begging to be a baby EVERY night! Footsteps in the hall signal the imminent arrival of Daddy, who will almost certainly be changing you and taking you in for breakfast. "Sorry, I never go back on a promise." She smiles mischievously and vanishes. You hate that your diaper changes are so quickly becoming routine. You even hate that your plug doesn't hurt nearly as much anymore...a sign that your anus is healing into a permanent gape...far beyond any hope of healing correctly now. Breakfast turns out to be oatmeal, Yours is made to be extra thick, lukewarm, and lumpy... so you can eat the gelatinous slop with your hands. But that's not the worst part of the morning. The worst parts are the large mesh playpen set up in the living room, the Disney princess plastic bowl your oatmeal is served in, and by far, the wooden highchair Daddy places you in for breakfast, the one he’ll be placing you into for all your meals from now on. As you ride to the med spa you try not to think of the morning...last night's dream...or any of the events of the last few days. You need to hold onto hope of what life was like before this stupid fucking ghost. You have to keep fighting...even if you'll soon be forced to giggle and laugh like an idiotic baby. Someday...somehow...you and Lily will be the same as you were. Two women, in love, as equals. Daddy parks, and lifts you onto his hip. The plug pushes painfully into you, but it's still better than trying to walk. You hate being carried, but the only other option is to slowly and painfully shuffle through the parking lot for twenty minutes. The medspa, despite looking sketchy from the outside, is quite clean and professional-looking inside. A young man behind the counter looks up from the computer and flashes a friendly smile. "Good Morning! Do you happen to have an appoint-" "I've got this one, Kyle." she snaps on a pair of gloves. "Why don't you go take lunch?" "But it's only-" "Why don't you go take lunch?" she repeats, more pointedly. "Sure, I'll just be across the street." Kyle says, and quickly leaves. "Chastity cages really do make the best coworkers." she says with a grin and a wink. "Come on back and take a seat." Daddy carries you to a medical chair and sets you down. Soft spa music and the sound of a fountain do very little to calm you as you watch Amy set out a few glass bottles, some syringes, and various other supplies. You're suddenly feeling trapped. Like a prey animal you can feel your fight for flight instincts starting to kick in. "Daddy, I -I don't-" "It's okay, sweetie," Amy says, reassuringly. "Lots of people get scared of the needle once they see it. Don't worry. I've done this so many times...soon you'll have the biggest, most beautiful lips." You don't even WANT these lips! You like your lips as they are! Alice is hovering above Amy. Her visage is pure white and she's watching you intently...waiting for you to show any sign of rebellion. "Would you like a blindfold and a few things to keep you stable and calm?" She asks softly. You nod. Your breathing has gone all shaky in fear of what is about to be done to you. Your chair reclines, and a soft padded blindfold is slipped over your eyes. You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. "These are just to keep you moving too much. We don't want you panicking and hurting yourself if you're afraid of needles, okay?" You don't respond, but you feel soft straps wrap around your wrists, securing you to the chair. It's probably a good idea...you feel like panicking right now. You feel something cold wipe across your lips and they start to immediately go numb. Through the numbness you feel something press against your lip and an increasing weight as your lips inflate. It stings, burns, and aches, but not unbearably. It happens again and again all around your lips multiple times. You feel Amy's fingers prod squeeze and poke, as she shapes the filler, ensuring that your lips are symmetrical and even. You're unsure if you've been there minutes or hours when she's finally done applying several rounds of injections. Something plastic and covered with ridges is placed in your mouth. You can feel the ridges pressing along the inside of your lip. There's a tube shape sticking out of your mouth. "Suck hard on that." Amy says, and you do. "I had this custom 3D printed." Amy says proudly. "The ridges will make the unseen part your lips ribbed. Trust me, it's going to drive your daddy wild." "Ooooh! I love it!" If it weren't for your blindfold and the object in your mouth you'd have gasped and showed visceral revulsion to having your mouth shaped for pleasing cocks. You feel a finger press against the tube between your lips. "This is going to give you the most adorable little permanent little 'o' in the middle of your lips. It'll look natural...not the size of a penis...but just large enough to put the idea into the mind of anyone who looks at you. It's coincidentally the perfect sized hole for a pacifier." Alice is giggling. She chuckles. "In fact, you're going to want your pacifier a lot more...just to keep your drool from constantly dripping through the gap. Trust me, EVERYONE is going to want a wet sloppy blowjob from you." "Looks like someone's binky just became an essential part of their daily wardrobe!" laughs Alice. After a few minutes, Amy instructs you to open your mouth and the plastic shaper is removed. You can feel the air passing into your mouth through the 'o' in your 'closed' lips. You run your tongue along the inside of your lips and you can feel the soft ridges. The chair returns to it's normal position, and the restraints and blindfold are removed. You see your reflection in the mirror directly in front of the chair, and you gasp. "You look beautiful!" Daddy says. "Excellent work, Amy. Your best lip-job yet, I think." You don't know who that person in the mirror is! Surely it can't be you! She looks like an absolute whore! You look like the kind of fictional cheap slut that doesn't actually exist in real life! You raise a hand and touch your thick, pouty lips. They look absolutely ridiculous. "Remember our deal." Alice says, and motions for you to smile. You're actually shaking. You open and close your inflated mouth a few times, still dazed by your new look. Alice touches your chest. Then she does it again. "Better get a move on...your lung capacity is falling fast!" You tear yourself away from the mirror and make yourself stand. You know what you have to do...It's absolute agony making this choice...but It's the only real option. "Well, baby, what do you think?" Daddy asks. You think of Alice's story, the one about the baby who became too weak and out of breath to even lift her bottle. You can't let that be you. You won't let that be you. You harness that fear. You can't let that be you. You're not giving in to Alice, you're just going to act like it! Think! What would a hopeless slut say? Someone who would actually want these disgusting lips? You stand, and scraping up every scrap of willpower you possess you force the corners of your mouth up into what you hope is a convincing smile. You rush to Daddy, and drop to your knees in front of him. "Oh, Daddy! I love them! Thank you!" You burble. You feel like you're going to be sick. "Oh please, Daddy! Can I use them to thank you now? Please!?" You nuzzle his crotch desperately with your face, pleading with him. You're dying inside, and you're fighting the urge to vomit. "Awww, she's so happy she's crying!" Amy says, pressing her hand against her heart. You have a feeling that 'happy-crying' is going to be pretty common for you from now on. You look up at Daddy and eagerly bite your bottom lip, waiting in front of his zipper for him to unzip. "I didn't think she'd be this happy." Daddy admits. "Usually she's a sourpuss, insisting Alice is making her do everything." Alice sits next to you. Her finger is an inch from your chest. carefully observing your performance. He lifts your chin. "You're so very welcome, sweetie. But no special 'thank you' right now. We have a full day of chores and this is hardly the place." "Aw, Daddy!" You stick out your bottom lip and sag with relief, but you hopefully mask it as disappointment. A long string drool is already dripping from your lips. "Well that's a shocking change in attitude." Amy says, crossing her arms. "To think I was worried about consent yesterday." "Maybe she just needed the perfect thing to crack her shell and let her feel free." Daddy says with a small shrug. Daddy kneels and pushes your pacifier through the gap between your lips. "Alright, little one. Let's get a move on. Busy day!" At least with your pacifier in it's much easier to act happy. All you have to do is turn up the corners of your mouth a bit. Daddy pays and as he carries you out you hear Amy call: "Don't forget, the offer of a free tattoo still stands for my favorite little customer!" You shudder. A tattoo is the LAST thing you need. Fuck, that might actually kill you. Okay baby, where to next? I could take you clothes shopping, or we can get you a makeover. Your choice. Or...we can skip the makeover entirely and you can spend the day in daycare while I get clothes for you. You sigh, and Alice touches your chest again, killing a tiny bit more of your lungs for the minor slip.   Chapter 21: Clothes Shopping You glance at the translucent blue finger against your chest, threatening to kill another tiny bit of your lungs. You force a smile at the rearview mirror, through which Daddy is watching you. "Daddy, Ca' we pwease go cloze 'hopping!" You say. Your toes curl in your too-small shoes. Every action is making you physically cringe. "Oh? Does my little one want to look cute?" he asks. "Yeth daddy!" You beam, giving a single infantile nod. "Alright! We'll go there, then get you your makeover!" Daddy says, putting the car into gear. "Good job, the nod was a nice touch." Alice says. You shoot her a withering glare, and she touches your chest again. You flash her your least genuine sarcastic smile, and turn to look out the window, slouching low to hide your pacifier just behind the door panel. After about a 20-minute drive, Daddy parks in yet another nearly-vacant run-down stripmall parking lot. "Why awe we in anudder thtwip maw, Daddy?" You ask. Surely there are better places! A mall...or a boutique...even a thrift store would be better, surely. "Well what you need requires a special niche store. Niche stores don't make enough money to have big fancy leases. No, sweetie, your new favorite stores are definitely going to either be online, or in areas like this." He says. You're doing your best to hide your seething disappointment. You thought the clothes he'd be buying would at least be normal enough to come from a regular store! You look down at your tiny booty shorts and drool-saturated crop top. Surely it can't be worse than this! Daddy opens your car door, unbuckles you, and bends over to pick you up yet again. You hold out a hand and weakly push him away. "No Daddy! I wanna wawk!" Your plug hasn't been hurting that much, and you don't want yet another person to see you being carried around like a literal infant. Alice looks at you through narrow slits, her color has turned slightly whiter. "Pweathe Daddy? Tho wong ath I hod yow hand?" You give Alice a 'good enough?' glance. "Suit yourself." "Okay, but if you start to struggle-" "I wown't!" You promise. Daddy extends a hand and you clutch two of his fingers. You didn't want to be seen getting carried like an infant...but Fuck, this might actually be worse. Not only are you in pain, but you're actually toddling, rocking unsteadily on your shoes, your legs spread by both your wet diaper and the hard rubber plug that is wedging you cheeks as widely as possible. You barely make it into the store, but when you do, you almost fall backwards. On the other side of the tinted glass storefront, EVERYTHING is pastel. blues, greens, reds, and mostly pinks make up all the clothes along the walls, racks, and shelves. In the back you can see various bondage items on the wall...also in pastel. "Howdy stranger! What brings you in?" The small storekeeper says to Daddy. She's a small Asian woman, shorter than yourself and so skinny that you could probably pick her up without much effort at all. "You know I think a real baby should hide behind her daddy when meeting new people." Alice says thoughtfully, as though it's not a direct order. "Hey Mei, I'm just picking up some stuff for this brand new little. I’m elping her mom out a little." "I heard! Amy was talking about it in the Discord Chat!" She turns to you. "Did the little baby enjoy getting her big stretchy plug?" You blush at the question, and, as suggested by Alice, you step timidly behind Daddy. placing a hand on his arm to steady yourself during the maneuver, as though this toothpick of a woman frightens you. "Oh what a cutie! And so shy!" she laughs. "She's here for clothes, and I'm interested in some of the larger items." "Oh?" "Her mommy, bless her, got a crib...but it's one of those cheap ones for actual babies...one of the first results if you search on Ama-" "Don't say the name of that site!" Mei says quickly, raising a hand. "Over in the back. You'll find what you're looking for." "Thanks Mei. And as for her clothing I was thinking-" "Aisle three will have exactly what you need, and..." she looks you up and down. "End of Aisle one." "Thanks Mei." Daddy says. He leads you, still clutching his fingers, to the back of the store. There are three horrible cribs, each identical except for the colors, which are also pastel. Besides being bigger than the crib you currently have, you don't see a difference. Daddy lowers the railing and lifts you onto the bed. It's an actual mattress! Not half an inch of foam in a waterproof plastic cover! "Better, right? That thin padding your current crib has is fine when you weigh ten to thirty pounds, but might as well not be there at all for a girl your size." "He walks to the headboard, which has three holes in it. He turns a catch and lifts the top of the headboard up, along with the upper half of the three holes. Your eyes go wide. It's a stockade! Like you'd see in medieval movies! One hole for your neck, and one on either side for your wrists! "Well, come on sweetie, let's check the fit-" "Daddy!" You're aware of blue movement just within your field of vision as Alice touches your lungs again. "O-okay daddy." You say hesitantly, but with a smile. You place your hands and head through the headboard of the crib and daddy lowers the top half, trapping your hands and head outside of the crib. Within the crib you're on your knees, diapered butt up in the air. "Can you get your hands or head out?" he asks. You pull and twist, but no. You're truly trapped. "Great." He releases you, unnecessarily lifts you off the crib, and places you back onto your feet. Daddy raises the railing and points to a little decorative brass piece of trim that runs around the railing and through all the wooden bars that will be trapping you in this crib tonight. "See the metal? It works similarly to an electric fence. If you touch it, you'll get a big owie, okay sweetie?" He thinks you're so stupid. "Okay, Daddy, bu' wha' if I do dis?" You pick a blanket off a nearby shelf, toss it over the railing and grip the railing without injury. You look up at Daddy and smile, victorious in having defeated this stupid crib. "You're so smart!" Daddy says. Your smile fades at his patronizing tone. Another shoe is obviously about to drop. "If that crib were plugged in, the blanket over the metal would have set off the bed alarm, which would also go off if all the weight on the mattress suddenly left. Then you know where you would be?" You shake your head. Daddy motions toward the built-in stocks. "You'd be in those, getting a great big spanking. Which reminds me..." He turns to the wall of paddles, whips, canes, and floggers. "Yes, this one should do." You audibly swallow as he picks up a paddle as long as a baseball bat. It's heavy, rubber, and has little heart-shaped cutouts to enable a faster, harder swing. "Your Mommy showed concern about being able to effectively spank you...with this and your new crib, even a child could punish you quite effectively, don't you think?" "Y-yeth Daddy." You say sadly. A child spanking you to tears?! the thought is shudder-inducing. Alice scowls and starts to move toward you. "F-fank 'ou, Daddy, fow takin' kew of me!" You say, with an agonizingly forced smile. "Of course, Cutie." Daddy says, rubbing your head. "Now let's do what we came here to do." He leads you by the hand down aisle three. The aisle, as it turns out, contains items far worse than your current outfit. Your shorts and crop top may be awful and childish in combination with your sagging princess-patterned diaper, but they're still adult clothing! This shit though is...absolutely insane! Ruffles, lace, poofy sleeves, and big satin bows bulge outward between every hanger. With morbid curiosity you release Daddy's fingers and thumb through a few of the dresses. They look like costumes, but the quality is definitely far better than how they appear. One looks like something Strawberry Shortcake would wear, complete with padded waterproof bloomers. You look down the aisle, the hemline of every single dress is roughly the same...well above or equal to your crotch. "Daddy, ca' we go ta tha' Ayow!" You point to the aisle over. The dresses aren't much better, but they're longer, and would at least hide your diaper. "No honey, you need something that won't drag on the ground or make changes difficult." He takes the Strawberry Shortcake dress from you and puts it over his arm, along with a few other purchases. You decide to test If Alice really wants you to be happy, or if she'll settle for just 'acting like a baby'. "But Daddy!" You whine. Alice is watching you, smiling. So temper tantrums and protesting are alright with her...just so long as they're in the same genre and you don't act 'forced,' "Sorry, Baby. No long dresses. But we'll get you some nice pretty diaper covers for modesty. How is that?" "Daddy, Pweethe!" You look up at him with your best 'puppydog' eyes. "Well..I suppose you've earned something." He says with a mischievous smile. "I hab? I ca' hab a wong dwess?" "Oh no, not a long dress, a spanking." You gasp "Daddy!" Shocked, you take a step backward, but something goes wrong and you fall. You grab madly at something to support yourself, but your hands only touch air as your diapered butt falls against the carpeted floor. The pain is incredible as the behemoth of a plug shoots into you and the base squishes against your still-healing hole. You shriek as white hot shooting pain courses through you immediately. You're wailing and crying, looking every bit the baby you're dressed as when Daddy picks you up and hugs you. Your head goes over his shoulder as you instinctively clutch him with your arms and legs, bawling "What happened?!" Mei says peeking down the aisle. "She fell on her plug." Daddy says, patting your back as you bawl helplessly. "Poor thing. Bring her to the register. She can wait for you to finish shopping." Mei says, motioning him toward the register. "Here." She says, placing a plastic training potty onto the floor. "It's the perfect seat for her, no pressure at all on her plug." "Dadddyyy! I don't want to-" He ignores you and places you onto the potty. You're sitting in little more than a low squat on top of the tiny potty, but Mei is right, it's far more comfortable than anything you've sat on all day. "Finally a useful potty for you." smiles Alice. "Now don't bother Mei. Be a good girl." He says, booping your nose with a finger. "O-okay, Daddy." You say. sniffling as the pain slowly subsides. Daddy returns to the aisle. From this perspective you can see his head and hear the clatter of hangers. You hope he's not getting anything too ridiculous....what are you saying....everything in this fucking store is ridiculous. "Poor thing, did you lose your binky?" Mei asks. You look around. It must have gone flying somewhere when you fell. "Here, on the house." Mei opens a box and pulls out another pacifier. It's lavender, with an even bigger ring and shield. She turns the bulb toward your mouth but it's not a bulb at all! "The perfect accessory for your lips." She says, pushing the dildo-shaped pacifier between your trembling lips. As much as you hate to admit it..it does fit well between your lips. Amy made sure of that. At least the larger shield hides your lips completely, even if it makes you look more childish. "Wow, not even a cough. He has you well trained." At first you don't know what she means. The pacifier! The head of the latex cock is pressing at the entrance of your throat...right where your gag reflex used to be. You just smile and nod proudly, as if 'being trained' was something you were proud of. Fuck, how much longer can you really keep this up? Daddy returns with an armful of various humiliating dresses. Bows, ruffles, lace, and tights dangle from his arms, and he has a few pairs of shoes dangling from his fingers. You really hope they're more comfortable than your current pair. "All this, the long rubber paddle, and the pink crib." "My brother will have the crib delivered to your apartment before you get there." She says. "Actually, it's this address." Daddy says, showing her his phone. "Even closer. I'm sure she'll appreciate the mattress tonight." You probably will. The rest of it though? Definitely not. "Oh, and could I get a few pairs of insoles?" Daddy asks. Oh thank God. These shoes are killing you. "Of course!" Mei says. She reaches under the counter and places a few pairs of insoles on top of the register. They look odd though. You stare at them, then gasp as you work out what they are. They're made of soft cloth, but with plastic spikes all over the surface! "Ggghy!" You gurgle on your new penis-shaped pacifier. A string of drool cascades onto your tummy. "Hush, Baby. You've shown that you're just too little for walking most of the time. "HHGGGGH!" You gurgle, sending more drool onto your croptop and breasts. Alice is laughing as she touches one of your lungs. "Looks like someone is getting demoted to crawling!" she teases. "Maybe don't talk with that pacifier," Daddy says, "Just smile and do as you're told, okay, sweetie?" You clench your fists, fake a smile and nod. Daddy pays, picks you up off of the plastic potty, and carries you and several bags containing your new wardrobe to the car. He buckles you into the rear seat, closes the door and moves behind the car to load the trunk. You take the opportunity to remove your pacifier momentarily. "Alice! I don't know how much longer I can keep this up! Please! I'm going crazy! Can't we just get along?" The trunk closes and you quickly replace the pacifier into your mouth. "Really? Just get along and live forever? Until you die of old age and I just wander the earth as a restless spirit forever? I might as well ask you to never ever sleep again! No. We made a deal, and I'm sticking to it." Daddy opens his door, sits, buckles and peers at you through the rearview mirror. "Alright sweetie, How does a makeover sound to you? With a stomach-turning amount of disgust, you feed him the biggest happiest smile you can make and gurgling cheer of approval. "That's my good girl." Daddy says, and starts the car.   Chapter 22: Makeover Daddy's BMW pulls up to yet another strip mall, this time instead of an old run-down place on the outskirts of downtown, it's downright sketchy. Across the street is a daytime strip club. The "Salon" if that's even what it is, is between a twenty-four hour liquor store and an out-of-business restaurant. With your mouth stuffed with silicone cock, all you can do is suck anxiously as Daddy helps you from the car, carrying you this time. There are a couple teens in front of the liquor store, who point, whisper, and giggle. An old unhoused man outside the vacant restaurant watches curiously as Daddy effortlessly carries you Through some glass doors, into a business with the generic name "Jhonny's" "Hey Johnny," Daddy says, setting you down onto a chair in the waiting room. Johnny walks into your view. He's a tall lanky Hispanic man, covered in tattoos. He walks over, shoots you a smile. and bends over, leaning toward you the way people seem to do lately when they want to talk to you. "Are you the little cutie that's been blowing up the Discord group?" He asks. With your mouth out of commission you just nod and hug your stuffed Alice. "I was hoping you weren't too busy." Daddy says. Johnny stands straight, extends his arms and motions to the empty business, "Nothing but time!" "Oh good. I was hoping you could give her the works." "Oh, for sure. Any specific styles or anything?" Johnny asks "Nope, just think 'baby girl' and give her everything that comes to mind. You're the artist. I don't really know much about makeup." Daddy says. "No problem," Johnny says and looks at his watch, "I'll be working late then. Are you staying or-" "No, I've got a new crib and wardrobe to help set up. You just take good care of her." "Can do, boss." Johnny says. Daddy kneels in front of you and holds your chin, His eyes seem to bore into yours. In a serious tone he states:"You're going to be a good girl. You're going to be quiet. You're going to be obedient. And you're going to do whatever Johnny says. Okay baby?" His questions aren't questions. They're statements. You shift in your seat as the memory of his spanking flashes into your mind. You swallow and nod. "Good Girl." Daddy stands and is leaves. You feel so anxious...you want to run...but being in this part of town dressed the way you are...that would be dangerous, very dangerous. "Right this way." Johnny says, motioning you into the back. You stand, and wobble uncertainly. "Here, child." He says, extending a hand. You are not a child! But...you hesitantly take his hand and allow him to lead you into the back. The embarrassment at this point is far worth it. You don't dare fall onto your plug again. He leads you to a chair that looks like it's more for tattoos than makeup. To your annoyance he lifts you onto it, and reclines the back so you're almost looking at the ceiling. He hums some barely-familiar tune as he gets all kinds of things ready. You try to focus on the TV mounted across the room from you. It's recapping a news story. It's the same one you could hear about in Amy's sex shop the other day! You watch a replay of the princess falling...and...wait..is she wearing a- The TV flashes, and My Little Pony fills the screen. "Much more appropriate" Johnny says and sets down the TV Remote. You want to tell him to change it back...but instead you suck the phallus harder and watch the stupid ponies. Your face is wiped down, and- -Why is your face going numb? Wait...what kind of salon numbs your face?! A tool buzzes and Johnny presses it to your skin. You flinch and start to turn your head. What the fuck is happening?! A strong hand grips your chin and returns your gaze to the babyish show. "Hold still, please. You won't like the results if you move." He says, and presses the tool to your skin again. You grip the chair tightly and try not to hyperventilate as the tool is pressed against you again and again. The fear slowly gives way to boredom. A boredom only matched by hunger and thirst as time passes. Johnny must have a hell of a work ethic, because he silently focuses on you and doesn't stop for a full seven hours. You feel the itching, scratching tool move along your eyes, nose, and several hours are spent on your lips, Once he's done with your lips though, the pacifier gag is returned. Through it all, you have no Idea what colors he's using, what he's doing, or why it's taking so damn long! You must have watched several seasons of these stupid ponies by now! "For once I'm with you. This is boring as shit." Alice says unhappily Eventually the doorbell rings and you hear Daddy's familiar voice. "How's it going back there?" "Just finishing up. I'll bring her to you for the grand reveal. I think you'll like it. It's my best work yet, I think." He does some finishing touches for a minute or two, then helps you back to your feet before walking you to the waiting area. "Holy shit." Daddy says, "She looks perfect! You really are an artist!" You look anxiously from daddy to Johnny. What do you look like?! What did he do?! But most importantly, is it temporary?! "Hey, I do what I can." He says humbly. Once again Daddy pays for your work before carrying you back to the car, where he buckles you in. "Mmmm!" You motion to your paci. You need to know what you look like and what was done to you! Daddy pulls it from your mouth with a slurp. a string of drool comes with it. Using your most 'Alice approved' tone you excitedly ask, "Daddy what happened? What do I look like? What was that?!" "Just some microblading and permanent makeup." Daddy says, as though it's something casual and not PERMANANT. "Permanent?!" you squeak. Daddy unlocks his phone and shows you your face in the camera app. You take it from his hands and stare. You open and close your mouth. This isn't a camera filter, is it? Is this real?! Blush, freckles, and contouring have been expertly applied to give your face a rosy-cheeked, rounded, child-like appearance. It's barely noticeable, but different shades of nude tints work to transform the overall shape and appearance of your face. Your eyes look bigger, your cheeks rounder. Even the bubble-gum pink lips have been shaded and made to kind of fit with the rest of your face somehow. This isn't your face! It's a complete transformation! You look like an actual babygirl! And what’s worse is that You’ll will look like one forever! Nobody will ever see your face and think 'adult'! You can't help but think of what was written across your chest in the bathroom of that scummy bar. 'Blowjob Baby' That's what you've been made into... This blow is even harder on you than your lips were. You continue to stare at the phone screen, touching your face here and there. You look like someone with fantastic makeup skills who wants to look decades younger, and can actually pull off the effect. "Well?" Daddy says nervously, "What do you think?" Alice silently stares at you and places her hand inside your chest. You know what you have to say...but it's just...so hard. You want to sob. You want to throw up. You want to scream. You want to smash this phone, run away and disappear forever. You don't know if you're going to faint, scream, or hyperventilate. "Do you like it sweetie?" He asks again, more nervously this time. "I-I-I love it daddy!" You say. You are going to be sick. "I love it so much!" you beam, looking up at him. "I'm perfect! Thank you, Daddy!" Your mouth is the picture of girlish glee, but tears are streaming down your face. "You sure are, Baby." He closes your door and gets into the car. "So are you taking the day off work tomorrow? You really should just quit. I doubt they want someone as...little...as you working there anymore. Wouldn't you rather go to the daycare instead?" You're already too upset for this kind of question. Quit your job, the last bit of your adulthood to spend the day at a daycare with a bunch of diaper-filling freaks? Or go to work and almost certainly be fired and humiliated in front of your coworkers. What a fucking great choice. If you show up at work like this there’s no way you’ll be keeping your job. At least if you walk in and quit you can end it on your own terms…sort of. “I-I’ll quit my job, Daddy.” You say, unable to hide your sad tone. Alice touches your chest. “I know it’s sad, Little One, but it’s for the best.” Daddy says. Alice looks at you expectantly. “I can’t wait for daycare though!” You say with a smile. “That’s my good girl.” Daddy says.   Chapter 23: A “Happy” Morning Yet another insufferable night of fighting to stay limp while listening to Mommy and Daddy fucking...yet another dream of sucking cock, a urinal, and a being a ridiculous baby for your wife and her new lover. How the fuck does Alice honestly expect you to just accept this as your life? Utterly insane. At least the crib mattress is an improvement over the old one. Your plug doesn't hurt very much at all. If it weren't for your crib's electric railing and bed alarm you could easily swing your legs over and escape. As it is, all you can do is sit idly, waiting for Mommy or Daddy to bring you into the dining room for breakfast. You're surprised when both Mommy and Daddy enter the room. Something is happening. "Is someone ready to have their plug removed?" Mommy asks. you sit up and enthusiastically nod, gurgling your approval around the shaft of your new dildo pacifier. She's so cute when she's excited!" she coos, "Who's Mommy's little cutie?" she asks. with a momentary glance at Alice you smile wide and point to yourself. "That's right! You are!" she says, running a hand over your head. Daddy opens the crib's built-in stockade. "Let's go, Honey. Daycare's a-waiting!" he says. you hesitate only for a moment before placing your head and hands through the headboard of the crib. The humiliation is worth it to finally get this fucking thing out of you. "There's my good girl!" Mommy says, patting your head, while Daddy lowers the top of the crib-stock. Whatever happens, you'll be on your knees the entire time for it. You feel the tapes of your sodden diaper rip, and the padding falls between your knees. You shiver as a draft touches upon your wet skin. "Now what do good girls say when they want something?' mommy prompts, tapping her nails on the base of your plug. "P-p-please." "Please what?" Fuck, they were really going to make you say the whole thing. You blush, though it's not noticeable through your new permanently rosy cheeks. "Please Mommy, please remove my-...my plug." "Good girl." You feel her gloved fingers squeeze between the base of your plug and your body. The plug shifts, and the widest end rubs against your prostate. You gasp and shudder. "Does someone like this? Your cage is sooo drippy!" Mommy teases. "She may be due for a milking." Daddy observes. The pressure intensifies, and you feel your ring start to stretch around the plug as it's slowly extricated. The pain is also growing exponentially. "Slower, Mommy! Please! It's too-" The rubber cock is pressed between your lips. Without thinking you suck hard on it. You need to focus on literally anything but the pain. Finally, with a wet slurp, you pass the widest part of the toy, and your body naturally expels the unwelcome invader. The feeling as it slips out is one of immense relief mixed with pain. Fuck it feels SO good to not have that torturous painful plug in you anymore. "Jesus." Mommy says softly. Daddy walks to the back of the crib. "It'll close up more with time, but never fully. She'll probably have a permanent two to three inch gape, at least." "And she's dripping so much!" Mommy observes. A finger brushes against your cage. You want to die. You feel like livestock, not a human. "Oh yeah, she's definitely due a milking. I can show you how it's done tonight. It's kind of a pain, but don't worry, with time it'll need to be done a lot less frequently." Daddy says. You aren't looking forward to this 'milking' whatever it is. "There's just so much to learn!" Mommy sighs. "Well you're learning so fast. I'm so proud of you." You can almost feel him put his arm around her. "We should get her double diapered. She has a few days of backed-up meals in her." Mommy says after a few seconds. "What do we say, baby?" She prompts again. You feel a hand on your exposed cheek and remember Daddy's horrible spanking. "Thank you so much, Mommy!" You burble. "Now, I think it's high time I test her new lips. She did say they were thanking me after all." Daddy says. He walks to the headboard and drops his pants. His musky cock springs free, already mostly erect, and smelling of Mommy. For the first time you realize that the crib stocks keep your head at crotch height, and in this position, your entire throat is aligned horizontally...perfect for taking anyone deeply down your throat. The rubber cock leaves your mouth with a pop. His already dipping tip presses against the 'o' in the middle of your lips. He moves side-to side gently, painting your lips with his natural lip gloss...then he pushes himself into your open mouth. Your gag reflex, destroyed days ago, fails to do anything as he uses your throat as a fleshlight. "God, those lips feel so good....I'll have to thank Amy for those little ridges." He moans. Locked in the stocks, your mouth is little more than just another part of the furniture. You can't move an inch as Daddy grips the top of the headboard with both hands, and fucks your face hard and fast. You feel like less than nothing. In this moment you're just a comfortable wet hole that he's using for its only useful purpose. After a few minutes, he groans and you feel his warm salty load pump deep down your throat. You swallow repeatedly and almost pass out by the time he finally pulls back enough for you to breathe again. You massage his softening cock with your tongue dutifully as he basks in the afterglow. "Thank you baby." He moans. "And now your payment." As you've come to expect, he begins to piss directly into your mouth. Now used to the strength and rate of his stream, you swallow fast enough to contain the stream erupting into your mouth. You don't spill a drop. When he's finished you suck and lick him clean, topping it off with a sloppy kiss to the head of his penis...Just as Alice had shown you. He releases you from the stocks and exhales slowly. "Goddamn. I'm going to be doing that a LOT more frequently." Alice looks at you threateningly. "Th-thank you Daddy. I can't wait!" You say with what you hope is a genuine-sounding giggle. Two diapers, a couple boosters, and a pair of crinkly plastic pants have you blushing and squirming. Your entire pelvis is large, round, and pillow-like. You actually feel a wet spot from your precum before you've even wet! What the fuck is happening to you? You shoot a glance at Alice, but she's just silently watching, the same hunger in her eyes as she stares at you and your would-be parents. She's not doing it...It's not your fault though! It's this stupid cage! It’s keeping you so horny and limp all the time! Mommy retrieves a white and pink dress with bunnies all over it from the closet. It even has a little bunny-tail on the back, just above the short poofy skirt. "Mommy!" You gasp, the pacifier dropping from your mouth, "I have to go to work today!" "Yes, sweetie, to quit. Then you're going to daycare for the day...and you're gonna be the cutest little in there!" You realize Alice's finger is in your right lung. "Oh! Okay! Thank you Mommy for making sure I'm dressed cute for daycare!" You say happily, if not a little quickly. "Of course, Baby." She picks up your dirty penis pacifier, places it onto the dresser and slips a normal-bulb pacifier between your lips. "Besides, when you quit, it should be obvious to everyone just why you're quitting." She pulls the dress over you, and steps behind you to tie the big pink bow. Your pigtails are redone neatly before white tights and frilled bloomers are snaked up your legs. A pair of your new Mary Jane shoes are buckled tightly onto your feet, nearly completing the cartoonish 'little baby-girl' outfit. She retrieves a tiny little backpack covered with princesses and opens it on the bed. You watch with growing dread as she packs a few diapers, wipes, spiked insoles, and a backup pacifier. She slips the backpack onto your shoulders, tucks Stuffed-Alice into your arms, and steps back to give your ensemble a critical evaluation. "Oh!" she exclaims, and adds a white pacifier strap, and clips it to your collar. "Can't have you losing your Paci! " she says. She helps you to your feet and leads you to the floor-length mirror. These shoes are even tighter somehow, and the soles are rounded! You hold onto Mommy's hand for balance as she leads you. The sight of what you've been transformed into instantly brings you to tears. You're speechless...you're nearly unrecognizable....it's horrifying. Between the outfits and your new face...nobody is ever going to take you seriously. "What do you think? don't you just look SO adorable?" Mommy says proudly. "Answer her." Alice says, her finger still in your lungs. With tears running down your cheeks, you smile happily, and through a choking sob you squeak, 'Oh Mommy! I wook pewfec'!" '"Oh...Baby! You're crying!" She says. "I didn't know this meant so much to you!" She pulls you into a tight hug. She places a hand on the back of your head and whispers into your ear, "Don't worry, Darling. You'll be dressed this adorably every day from now on." That's exactly what you're afraid of! You sniff loudly and fight back a long string of sobs. Over her shoulder you see the reflection of a big adorable baby, crying happily as she hugs her mommy. "F-Fank you tho much, Mommy." You say, fighting the rising panic attack. Jesus Christ...dressed this embarrassingly?!? Every day?!? As if the outfit and the day's activities weren't bad enough, breakfast turns out to be a nightmare. As Mommy secures you into the awful highchair and a big cloth-backed bib, Daddy is running the blender. He joins Mommy at the table with a massive bowl of brown slop. "What better use for leftovers?" He says jovially. "Mommy removes your pacifier, and a heaping spoonful of the stuff is pushed under your nose. "Open. and tell them it's yummy. Make them believe you." Alice says. Instead of a finger she places her entire hand inside your left lung. You nervously open your mouth and chew the muck. fried eggs, Pancakes, pasta, Pizza, orange-juice, sandwiches...Every left-over scrap from the past few days has been recycled as your baby-food. It’s a cacophony of various stale flavors that is beyond revolting. Your stomach heaves. "Mmmm! Yummy, Daddy!" You say, happily kicking your feet. "More Please!" you squeak. Daddy looks surprised, but pleased. another spoonful fills your mouth. This time you get notes of salmon. "Such a good idea!" Mommy says, "She gets fed, and it doesn't cost a penny!" She pets your head. "Does someone wuv her tablescraps? Just wike a wittle puppy?" "Y-yesh, Mommy!" you say, accepting another mouthful into your still-full mouth. "Can you show me what sound a puppy makes?" she asks. Is she for fucking real? "Yip! Yip! Awoo!" giggles Alice, placing her other hand into your other lung. "Yip! Yip! Awoo!" you squeak with a smile.  A little slop drops onto your bib. "Oh my god, you're so fucking pathetic!” Laughs Alice. "Oh my god, you are just the cutest!" Mommy says. Both statements are simultaneous. To you they mean the same thing. Daddy scrapes up the last spoonful and fills your mouth again. 'Puppy is all done with her scraps! Good girl!" He pats your head and washes the bowl while Mommy cleans your face and releases you from the awful chair. "Do you have time to take her to daycare? I'm running late this morning. Daddy says. "Of course!" she turns to you, "Mommy's turn for an outing with Baby!" she boops your nose, then extends her hand. As is quickly becoming the norm, you almost automatically take hold of her fingers as she leads you to her car. This outing is going to suck...you just know it.   Chapter 24: Quitting Adulthood "You certainly seem a lot happier lately." Mommy says from her seat in front of you. "Yeth, Mommy." you say, stealing an accusatory glance at Alice. "That makes two of us on that front then." Mommy says with a smile in the rearview mirror. "You know, he actually offered to help pay for the renovations? On top of all the gifts he got for you." Gifts?! More like torture implements. "He even hinted last night about potentially moving his stuff in. Living with us! Would you be okay with that, Sweetie?" You want to say no so badly, but Alice is 'sitting' next to you, watching you closely...hungrily. "Yeth, Mommy." "Really? You'd be alright with that? I know you can sometimes be a little jealous...maybe even a little possessive..." Alice is still watching you. Her stare is so unnerving. "I-I jutht wan' 'oo to be happy." You say, forcing the corners of your mouth up. "But what about you? Does he make you happy?" "Tell her all the ways he makes you a 'happy' baby." giggles Alice. "I wike it whem he pickth me up. An' he tathtth weewy good!" "Aww, you like how your big strong daddy tastes?" she asks. "expound...happily" "I wuv it. hith cummieth make me tho happy! An' he maketh me feeow tho tiny! Ith my favowite." you lie. You glare at Alice, only for a moment, and she touches your lung. "I thought so...he certainly makes me feel a certain way too...so it's agreed? He can move in? "Yeth Mommy!" you squeak happily; perfectly repressing the urge to scream. Mommy's sedan parks in the grocery store parking lot. Fuck, Liz is a hundred feet from the entrance. She's leaning against the wall casually, having her morning vape before clocking in. If this were a normal day you might go talk to her and chat a bit before starting work. you take a deep breath and pull the door handle, but the door doesn't open. "Child lock." Mommy says, "Wait for Mommy." She puts her phone and keys into her purse, exits the car to open your door for you. You turn to Alice. "Our deal, I only have to be happy in front of Mommy and Daddy, right? I can be honest with others?" "Sure. Why not." Alice says. You have a plan. You'll ditch the pacifier and stuffed ghost in an aisle, duck into the bathroom, do what you can to make your skirt hide the childish diaper, tell Mike you quit, and be back at the car in only a couple minutes. You start to walk toward the store, but are stopped by Mommy. "Ah ah ah." she says with a cautionary tone. She extends her hand, just like Daddy, so you can hold her fingers as she leads you. "Y-y-you'we coming?" You say, aghast. "Of course. How often do babies walk into stores on their own?" she says with a laugh. "Now just let Mommy do the talking. "Mommy, No!" you gasp, letting your pacifier fall from your mouth. Alice touches your left lung. You don't care. You can't be led into work like this!! "Sweetie. be a good girl and come with me, or I'll-I'll ...spank you when you get home." You hear the uncertainty in her voice. "Please Mommy! Let me do this!" "No. In fact, I will spank you when we get home." The uncertainty has transformed to resolve. She means it. "B-b-but-" "And a soapy binky for talking back." Your mouth drops open. "Yes...and...you won't get a new diaper tonight." "Mommy!" "Do you want more punishments or are you going to be a good girl?" Mommy says, her voice stern. "I-I'll be a good girl." You mutter. "Yes. You will be." Mommy states with finality, pushing your pacifier back into your mouth. "That stays in. Understood?" You look down at the blue wrist buried in your chest. "F-fank you, Mommy." She extends her hand and you clutch her fingers as she leads you into the store. You watch Liz from the corner of your eye and look down at the pavement. Please don't recognize me. Please don't recognize me. You pass her and hear her whisper: "Oh. My. God." You turn your head. She's following at a distance, walking slowly, her mouth open. She's utterly shocked by what you've become in only a few days away from work. Everyone is looking at you. customers, employees...you don't even want to think about how many people will be laughing as they tell friends and family about what they saw at the store today. Mike sees you and Mommy immediately and rushes over. "I'm sorry, you two, but you can't be in here dressed like that. This is a famil-" He stops dead in the middle of his sentence. You see the recognition in his eyes. Every muscle in your body contracts as you cringe in shame. "Ho-lee Crap. What the hell are you doing in here dressed like this!? I was fine with protective garments that were medically necessary, but this shit?!" He motions to every humiliating inch of you. "On that, I'm so sorry that she lied when she told you that she was incontinent." Mommy says. "She should have just told you the truth." "She's not?" He says blankly, looking from you to your Mommy. "Oh, she is now though. She took it upon herself to correct that." He just looks confused. "She-...what?" Mommy pulls your paci from your mouth. "Go on, tell him. "I-I" Your face blushes crimson. It feels like an oven inside the store suddenly. "I begged for a plug that- a really big butt plug-...It- um...it tore- I mean...It made it so i can't-... I can't-" Your body is doing something. Something even worse than what you're making yourself say. You gasp. The empty space inside of you, once occupied by a long thick plug, is gone, and as if on queue, you can feel your body betraying you as a huge amount of mess reaches your opening. You try to clench down. You strain to keep it from happening, but those parts of you are gone now. Days-worth of food is being slowly squeezed by your own body into your diaper with nothing to slow or stop it. You whimper as your stomach gurgles loudly. Instinctively you press a hand against the back of your diaper, as if doing so will stop what's happening inside the diaper. You fidget and try uselessly to press your knees together. "Oh! Is someone making a big mushy mess in her diaper?" Mommy says, "Crouch down and use your tummy muscles. It’ll go much faster." Alice laughs, "Yes. Crouch down nice and low...like a stupid baby. right here. In the front of the store. Fill your diaper for your boss!" "Go on, little one, get nice and low and do your pushies!" Mommy encourages. "Y-yes, Mommy." You say, croaking as you strain to avoid crying. You lower yourself and push, covering your face with your hands. hot wet sludge presses between your cheeks. The diaper pushes outward, before sagging as your waste drops to the bottom of the garment. The sensation is as revolting as it is unstoppable. You whimper and Mommy pushes your paci back into your mouth. Mike looks around nervously. "Can't you take this somewhere else? For Pete's sake, you're in the entrance of the store!" "I'm sorry," Mommy says, "she just got her potty-detraining plug removed, so she doesn't really know where or when she'll make pushies anymore. Poor thing, I know. but she actually wanted this." The solid mess gives way to a more liquid-like material, and there's a long wet spurting fart as you feel the watery sludge flow unimpeded into every little nook and cranny of your diaper. The volume is tremendous. Mommy and Mike pretend not to hear. Mike raises a hand. "I don't need to hear what freaky insane shit she gets off to! God damn!" Mommy laughs. "Oh no, she doesn't ever get off. Her tiny spiked chastity cage keeps that from happening. She wants to live an utterly sexless diaper-filling life, don't you, Dearie?" You keep your face buried in your hands and just nod. "Her what?!" he says, then quickly raises both hands. "Nevermind. Forget I asked." He turns and addresses you. "Listen, you're a good worker. I'm willing to give you another chance. Can you still come to work...as an adult and do your job?" It's an olive branch you don't deserve, at least, not from his perspective. "No. I will be sure of that. You know that as long as I'm here you'll never hold down an adult job again, don't you?" Alice says threateningly. The pale blue specter kneels next to you and places her hand in your lung. "Go on...tell him...tell him what you are. Right now. Tell him what your Mommy said you are. Prove her right" her hand flexes and you feel a muscle in your chest twinge. "Tell him." "Well, tell the nice man." Mommy prompts. Another more-solid log squishes into the mess. You feel the hot slop against your scrotum and wince. You look up at mike and smile, despite the tears running down your cheeks. "I'm right where I belong." You squeak. "I-I'm a baby. a-a sexless d-diaper filler." there's a long low fart as what you hope is the last of your mess is expelled. "Well," Mike says, looking down at you with equal measures of awe and disgust, "I have to let you go." 'Thank you so much for your understanding." Mommy says. "And thanks for looking after her while she worked here." She shakes his hand warmly. "Uh, you're welcome, I guess. I suppose I just never knew who my employee really was." Mommy laughs. "Don't blame yourself! I didn't know the real her for years!" She leans in closer. "If you want to see who she really is, go to the bar just up the street. There's a picture in the men's room of the real her. You wince. The real you? Does she really think that? Mommy extends her hand. "Come, sweetie. We've got to get you to daycare before I'm late to work." You stand, and the sloppy mess squishes and squirts forward disgustingly. You take her hand and walk with difficulty, feeling the wet mass slip and slide against your body with every step. It's enough to drive you mad. As you reach the parking lot you hear a familiar voice. "Hey! Hold up a sec!" You both turn and Liz jogs toward you both. "Hey sis, looking sharp!" she teases, "I just had something you might be interested in." She digs into a pocket and passes your mommy a card. "You're nothing like my usual clients, but...I dunno... This whole thing looks like it could be fun. Give me a call if you ever, I dunno, need help." Mommy reads the card and smiles. "Liz Belefonte...babysitter! References available!" Alice reads over her shoulder. "Of course! Thank you!" Mommy says. Liz glances back toward the store. 'I've gotta get back to work, but I hope to hear from you soon!" "Oh, I'm sure you will." Mommy says, smiling broadly. She turns to you and extends her hand again. "When we came here to quit your job, who knew we'd also be finding a babysitter for you at the same time!" Liz?! Your younger coworker?! Your babysitter?! Are you short of breath from the panic? Or are you feeling the effects of Alice slowly killing your lungs? "Awww, what a wonderful little network of friends you're finding for yourself!" Alice laughs. It doesn't feel like a network to you. It feels like a web. A big sticky web constructed by a ghostly blue spider...You just pray that it's still possible to escape. Sitting down in the car nearly breaks you. What feels like a landslide of shit squishes forward all over your caged crotch, making you gasp and fidget, but Mommy either doesn't notice, or doesn't care. Half an hour later you're being led to yet another crappy strip mall. This time though, there's paper over the windows for privacy and the windows are tinted. There's not even a business name on the door or the building. Unless someone were to tell you this place existed, you'd never know it. The door opens and your nostrils fill with the scent of baby powder with subtle notes of stale piss and messy diapers. The area by the door is like a waiting area, but tiny, only having two chairs. "Morning!" Says a cheery large woman behind a counter. "I heard on the discord that a new little might be joining us! She unnecessarily bends over. "What's your name, cutie?" you force a smile and exclaim your name like a happy idiot. "Well I'm Agnes, and who's this?" she says, directing her attention to your stuffed ghost, "A best friend perhaps?" "Thith ith Alith." you say, smiling stupidly as you talk. Mommy's smiling at you, as if you really are just a toddler having a cute interaction with an adult. Agnes turns her attention to Mommy. "We just have some first-time paperwork for you to fill out, then you're all set." She passes Mommy a clipboard. Does she have the right foot-ware? We have some loaners if you don't have a pair yet. "Oh, don't worry. I packed her insoles in her backpack." Mommy says, flipping through the paperwork. "Great! Fill that out, slip those into her socks, and you'll be good to go!" Agnes says cheerfully. "Just one more thing, we can punish littles here, but it's not a dungeon. If your little is too bratty or cries too much, they...may not be a good fit here unfortunately." "Oh, I'm sure she'll be a little angel." Mommy says. "I hope so! Some of the other options are..." she purses her lips as she searches for the correct words. "Extreme, to say the least." you shudder. THIS isn't extreme?! "I'm sure she'll be good." Mommy says, "But thank you for the warning." Mommy sits in one of the chairs, and you start to sit next to her. "No, honey. Sit on the ground. It's time you get used to being a lot more floor-based from now on. You sit and feel more lukewarm goop shift and squish uncomfortably as your messy diaper slides and slips between you and the floor. Mommy reads aloud to you as she fills out the paperwork. "Do we have permission to enact punishments, physical, mental, or sexual, as determined to be necessary for poor behavior?" She checks a box. "Yes." "Is your little under vocabulary restrictions? No, Babble only, baby-talk, or toddler vocab." she looks at you and tilts her head thoughtfully. "Let's do toddler to start. But we'll see if that changes." She looks at you. Your vocabulary has been far too adult for Daddy's and my liking. High time that changed." Talking like a toddler?!? That sounds like hell...but fuck...you can't imagine a full day of babbling and crying...You wonder if that will be Alice's next would-you-rather. "Will your little need a lunchtime change today? Please provide your own diaper." She smiles as she writes. "Yes, in backpack" She laughs. "Is your little allowed to hump? check appropriate box. Yes, but stuffies only. Yes to stuffies and other littles, or No to all. write instructions/limitations here." She looks at you. "You really shouldn't have been so cranky earlier." she says, and checks a box. She reads as she writes. "She MUST hump a stuffie. Other littles may hump her, but she may not do vice versa." "Mommy!" "Oh, like you won't love that!" laughs Mommy. She signs a few signatures, and fills a few more boxes before turning in the clipboard. "Now let's get you ready for daycare!" She removes your tiny shoes and puts them in your backpack. Soon the insoles are in your socks, the hard plastic spikes pressing against your skin. They don't hurt for now, but you don't dare try standing. "Alright, let's get this cutie back with the others!" Agnes says with a grin. She steps to the side and opens a waist-high baby gate, allowing you access to the area behind the counter. Crawling under the watchful eye of your wife is killing you as you make your way inside the play room. you want to cry as you take it all in. You can't believe that you'll be spending at least eight hours here. Along one wall is a series of shelves with heavily worn-out second-hand toys. Along another wall are damaged children's books and half-used coloring books. Various battered stuffed animals litter the floor. Hanging on one wall are a series of straps, dildos, and spanking implements that look wildly out of place in this nursery. "Well, you have fun, Honey." Mommy says. "I'll be back later to pick you up." "M-Mommy!" You clutch at the leg of her scrubs. "I-I'm scared." "Aw, the clingy ones are the cutest." Agnes says. "I'm sure you'll be just fine. Just follow all the rules and do what the nice lady says, okay?" Then, she's gone. Agnes returns to typing something on a laptop. There are two others in the room. One looks like a young trans woman. Through her black onesie you can see that her breasts are budding, are still small, and growing. She's also wearing a tiny black skirt that does nothing to hide the bulky diaper peeking through the leg holes of her onesie. She's using both hands to clumsily stack blocks. She looks really into this whole baby thing as she purses her lips and concentrates hard on her tower. The other occupant is another woman about your age. She looks bored out of her skull and is laying casually on her back, her hands behind her head as she stares at the ceiling. She's wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a plain white diaper. She turns her head toward you and smiles with pursed lips, shrugging in a gesture that seems to mean 'welcome to the fucking club.' She sighs and continues looking at the ceiling.   Chapter 25: Making a Friend You crawl toward the apathetic little. It's the best of the options available. Maybe this is at least someone you can sympathize with. Besides, the other little looks so happy and engrossed in her blocks that you probably wouldn't be able to relate with her at all. You near her and sit on the floor. "Hi, my name's-" "No. I don't want to play a game with you." she says listlessly, "I don't want to watch cartoons, play hide-and-seek, talk about diapers, or any of that- ..." she lowers her voice to a barely-audible whisper "shit." She glances at Agnes, who has turned around and is looking suspiciously at the little. No doubt that if she had heard the adult word someone would be in for some kind of punishment. She continues. "I'm not a little, regressor, abdl, or any of that. If you want to play, she's your best bet." She motions with her chin toward the other little, who has moved on to a coloring book and is using both hands to poorly control a crayon. "I'm not either!" You say earnestly. She looks you up and down, taking in every awful facet of your outfit, then chuckles. "Funny." "Well...you're in a diaper too!" You blurt. You jump as a hand is placed on your shoulder and a stooping Agnes reaches between your legs, pulling down your diaper cover slightly. "Hey! what are you-" She draws a single red line on your diaper with a permanent marker, pulls up your cover, and returns to her chair by the counter. You turn toward your equally cranky companion. "What was-" The other little  lazily motions with a hand. "Vocab rules. It's diapee, didi, princess panties, or any other age-appropriate version of the word. I heard your mommy check the ‘toddler’ box. You’ll probably get a lot more marks if you don’t start lisping." She motions toward your diaper. "Punishing after every infraction is too much work for her. She just tallies up the marks and punishes everyone later, then your caregivers will probably punish you worse for each red line you got." "I didn't even know that wule!" you say, lisping your ‘r’ to avoid another mark on your diaper. "Huh, maybe you really aren't into all this." she says, sitting up, "I'm Bella." She extends a hand and you shake it. "As for why I'm here...you know how nine times out of ten your domme gives you a fun punishment for being a brat? Something like a good hard spanking?" You nod, pretending like the question is relatable to you. "Well this is the one time out of ten. A real punishment she knows I'll for-sure hate.", she motions to you. "And you?" "Oooh, will you lie? Or scare your new friend away with a crazy ghost story?" 'My...uh...Mommy... dethided I needed a new wifethtyle." you lie, "I weawy don't want any of dis." The first part is a half-fib...an omission...but the last part is definitely true. "Then take off your spikey socks, open the baby gate and walk out of here. Go find a new vanilla partner or something...that's what I would do if I were looking down the barrel of a life in messy diapers." You glance toward the smirking Alice. You want to do just that...but you can't. Not with her watching and waiting to ruin your life. "I can't do that...it'th compwicated." you say. "And that's where we're different. On some level you want this...I don't. Why don't you just...go color something or play with some play-do." She lays back on the floor. Being talked down to by mature adults is one thing, but being treated like a baby by someone else in a diaper? This is infuriating! "I'm not a baby." You say through gritted teeth. "I've seen it before." She says. "Today it's 'oh noooo, don't make me suck a pacifier!' and the next day you're signing adoption paperwork...maybe even getting the surgery." "What surgery? Ask! Ask her!" Alice places a hand inside you. "You can't adopt an aduwt! And what thurgewy?" you ask. Bella sits up. "You must be new. You know the discord group?" "Peopwe have mentioned it." "Well they have an unofficial bit of adoption paperwork, just for caregivers and littles. Once signed, they're your mommy and daddy for life. It's better than legally binding. If they abandon you or mistreat you too much, they get excommunicated; banned from the discord and all fetish shops in town for life." She shrugs. "It's probably more binding than marriage...there'd probably be a lot more lifelong marriages if splitting up meant you couldn’t go to your favorite stores anymore." You glance at Alice. She'd be taking notes if she could hold a notebook. "The surgery..." she shudders, "It's for the most extreme. I’d never consent to that..." she stops, leaving the obvious expletive to hang in the air. "W-what ith it?" You ask. For all you know Mommy and Daddy could be considering it right now. "It's...well you know bottom surgery?" You nod. You don't like where this is going at all. You've never really felt the need for bottom surgery, much less whatever version of it this is. She looks at Agnes. "How to put this so I don't get in trouble..." she thinks. "You know how with bottom surgery your ‘plums’ are removed and the surrounding tissue is reshaped into the anatomically correct ‘folds’?" You nod. All trans women know that the scrotum becomes labia and the penis becomes the new clit and vagina. "well...what if they used an implanted mesh to keep your 'plums' hidden up inside you? And after making the 'folds' the rest was just thrown away?" Your mouth drops open. "You'd be so horny...with no way to ever cum on your own again." Bella summarizes. No clit?! No vagina?! Only barely-stimulating labia?! No sensitive sexual tissue at all?! "That'th weaw?! Peopwe do that?!" You gasp in horror. "They sure do, it's not exactly something the surgeon in the discord group advertises, but it's been done. ‘Flustered Baby Surgery’ they call it. Only for the most extreme babies, obviously." "That'th howwible!" She smiles at the reaction she's getting from you. "You know, I met someone who had it done. Absolutely sex-crazed...they can still manage to cum...rarely...and only with a TON of work. Their daddy has to keep the vibrators and dildos locked up or they'd never stop trying to cum. They'd hump stuffed animals until drenched in sweat...with no success. Their 'princess parts' are always dripping 'premilkies' with no real hope of ever being satisfied." "That thoundth wike heww! Why would any doctow do dat?" "Torture to one person is heaven for another...you know...that little was even rubbing the front of their diapers in public, totally unaware they were doing it! Gotta say though that it was kinda cute to see how flustered and blushy they got when their daddy pointed it out." You shudder and glance at Alice who is staring at Bella, listening with rapt attention and hungry eyes. Alice's head snaps toward you and you shudder. There's a cold fire deep within those hungry dead eyes. "Oh...what a wonderful 'would-your-rather' is waiting for you the next time you're with Mommy and Daddy. I just can't wait!" Talking to this person was a mistake...A HUGE mistake. knowledge is power, and the more this sub talks, the more Alice is learning. You squirm under her stare "Maybe we should change the thubject?" "Sure, what to?" "Uh-" you scan the room. The only thing you can see to talk about is the other little. "Tho, what'th hew deal?" you say, motioning toward the oblivious and content girl.   Chapter 26: Opportunity Missed   "To be honest, I really don't know. From what I can tell she's like....actually regressed mentally all the time...in a weird irreversible way." "That'th pothible?" "Not in any way I know of. I thought maybe she wasn't neurotypical, but her mind is still there. She thinks, reasons, and uses logic normally...but talks and acts like a toddler nonstop." "That'th fucking weird." you say. Bella smiles as Agnes once again interrupts your conversation to add a second red line to the front of your diaper. Bella waits until Agnes is sitting before continuing. "Yeah, she gives me the creeps. I tried talking to her and she just babbled in barely-comprehensible baby-talk about mittens that didn't come off ever, how she had a permanent diaper nobody could take off, or a pacifier with a real penis...just nonsense." "Huh." You both watch her coloring with both hands. Come to think of it, her forearms are super thin and atrophied...surely she wasn't actually kept in mittens for so long...and yet those arms are so scrawny... "Wath she, wike, abuthed?" You ask. "I don't think so...at least...not by her current Mommy. They seem to have an actual asexual mother-daughter relationship that would be genuinely sweet if it wasn't so ...y'know...strange." The door opens and Agnes looks up from her computer. "Oh hey, Lily. Here to pick up already?" You start at the familiar name, but it's not your Lily. This Lily is one of the most goth women you've ever seen! She'd already be tall, but with her platform goth boots she's practically a giant. "Yeah, just had to leave her here for the morning while I arranged some stuff. Now we just have to rush to catch our plane." "Ma-Ma!!" squeals the little. She jumps to her feet and runs to the counter, raising her arms for uppies. An exception to the spiked insoles had obviously been made for her. "There's my favorite little girl!" Beams Lily. She picks up the little as if she weighs next to nothing and does a little spin, making her little one giggle. Her black miniskirt flies up and you see her equally black thong. This woman clearly has zero shame about anything. "Any good news with the lab work?" Agnes asks. "Not really." Other-Lily says, fussing with her baby's hair with a free hand. "everything's normal, yet also fucked up in a permanent kinda way..." She boops the nose of her giggling mini-me. "She takes after me in that regard. Don't you, my little baby bat?" She turns and notices you for the first time. "Do you mind if I talk to one of the others back there?" She asks Agnes. "Of course not." Goth-Lily opens the baby-gate and approaches you. She really is crazy tall. You look up at her and try not to look at the little bulge visible under her skirt. She lowers herself to a crouch and puts a long black fingernail under your chin. With a little pressure you're meeting her gaze, which is far more friendly than her attire would indicate. She smiles. "Hey, little one. I don't think I've seen you in here before." she lowers her nail, but you maintain the eye contact, "You new in here?" You nod. "Well I must say that your outfit is just so adorable!" Her eyes dart away from you. "Who's your little friend?" You glance down at your stuffed ghost. "Thith ith-" Alice gasps. You look up. Lily isn't looking at you or your stuffie...she's looking at Alice! The real Alice! "You can see me! I'm Alice! I'm Alice! This is amazing! Someone else can see me!" The excited spirit is in Lily's face, pointing to herself. "Y-you can see Alice?" you say, completely forgetting the toddler-speak. "See and hear? Afraid not. But I know a presence when I feel one." Alice sags. "Fuck." "You're a psychic?" you ask, still shocked. "Eh, not really, though I've dabbled in my fair share of Tarot cards, tea leaves, palm readings, generic spirituality and such. I don't think I'm psychic...just more open to whatever the universe sends my way." You shake off the shock and surprise. "Please! I'm in so much trouble! Alice is making me do all of...this!" you gesture toward everything around you, and your current attire. "Please! You have to help me get rid of her! This is all so ridiculous!" Alice scoffs. "Get rid of me? As though I'm a common pest? Yeah right." "Mama, I'm hungee!" whines her odd little. Other-Lily looks from you to the door, to her large infant, then at her watch. "I'm sorry kiddo, but with most spirits I know of, the only way to get rid of them is to do what they need to be at rest." You brush off the kiddo statement. "But she wants me to be...this!" You motion again at your...well...everything. Goth-Lily is already standing again, she picks up her little and places her on a hip. "Sorry, Honey. Maybe if I had more time. I can't miss this flight back home." She sounds genuinely sorry. She walks back toward the baby-gate. Back home?! Would you ever see her again?! "Wait!" you try to stand, and the insoles instantly drop you to your knees. "What am I supposed to do!?" She turns and gives you a sympathetic smile and shrugs. "Do what Alice says and get through to the other side, I suppose. That's usually what needs to be done. Once again I'm sorry, but I really have to go." She looks at her black-clad little. "Does Baby Bat want to dangle to the rental car?" Her little one just squeals happily as Lily swings her around, dangling her by her ankles as she carries the regressed girl out of the daycare. "Usually?! What about the other ways?!? I can't do what she wants!" you wail. The door closes behind her. Tears are welling in your eyes. Did you just miss your only chance at escape? What if you'd come to daycare the first chance you got? Hell, what if you'd talked to the weird happy little when you first came in here?! How many instances to talk to Lily had you thrown away? "Agnes, please! I need her phone number! Who is she?! Where does she live?! Please!!" Agnes scowls down at you. "Sorry, little one, but even if we took down that kind of information, we certainly wouldn't share it." she sighs, "Maybe I shouldn't have let her talk to you....I didn't think you'd find her so upsetting. But don't worry. I know what you need." She walks to a corner and drags a massive teddy bear to the center of the room where it lays face-down on the ground. "I think you should work off all those emotions by doing some cute little stuffie humpies. Don't you? Your mommy did make it quite clear in her instructions, after all." You balk. and stare at the teddy bear, then at the woman. Is she fucking joking?! The key to your escape is getting further away every second!   Chapter 27: Humpies You look frantically at the door. Lily is probably getting into her car right now! You clench your hands into fists. "Pweathe Agneth! Wet me go outthide, jutht fo’ a thecond!" you beg. "Sorry, Honey. This is a daycare. We don't do field trips." Agnes pats the rump of the bear. It looks worn and the seam looks like it's been re-sewn a few times. "All aboard!" giggles Alice. "Up you get, Little One." You glance longingly at the door one last time. Lily is probably backing out of her parking spot right now... "Awww, are you gonna cry? why don't you do your big baby sobs while riding your new girlfirend? Get it all out of your system." Alice teases. The moment, and your opportunity to escape, passes. Sniffing loudly, you hang your head and crawl toward the bear. Bella watches with mild interest from her position on the floor, a smirk on her face as you climb atop the stuffed bear Agnes inserts your pacifier and pats your diapered butt. "Well, go on. Do some passionate humpies!" You turn to see her holding a phone and wince. This is going to be documented, and probably sent to Mommy and Daddy. You weakly press your diaper into the stuffed bear and feel warm slop squish around your genitals sickeningly. There's a long high-pitched squeak from a squeaky toy inside the bear. You look desperately at Agnes, who just smiles. As if this weren't already bad enough... You move your pelvis back and forth weakly, wincing and blushing at the awful sensations, squelching noises, and dog-toy squeaks from the bear. "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Agnes says. "Is this why your mommy put you back in diapers? Were you too scared to do big adult humping?" She picks something up from a shelf. You only briefly see the wireless headphones complete with pink cat ears before they're slipped over your ears. Outside sound instantly dies away. Soft, feminine moans fill your ears. A woman's voice moans breathily, seemingly halfway to orgasm as she speaks softly. "Doesn't your diaper feel just...soooo...goooood?" The sexual moaning crescendos, and against your will, you feel your trapped cock begin to swell. "No need to be embarrassed. It's okay to admit...it's warm...it's soft...it's wet...it's like a pussy...You love it don't you?" Your cage is starting to pull against your balls, your glans swells and presses against the spikes of your cage. You're dripping precum...and your breath is starting to grow heavy as you risk grinding your squishy diaper against the stuffed animal. It is warm and soft... You clench your eyes closed and blush bright red. "No need to speak...just feel...hasn't it been sooo loooong?" It has been so long. Days of struggling to stay soft...of avoiding even the smallest bit of sexual stimulation. "It's okay to feel your diaper....to acknowledge that you like it...and you DO like it, don't you? "mmm!" you protest weakly. You hate to admit it, but you are wildly horny...you have been for some time now. "Let yourself go...Hasn't it been too long? It feels so good..Just let go..." It does...feel nice...Your cage is aching and hurting...but you're just...so horny....and everything is so warm and soft... The haze of lust and horniness is superseding the pain from your trapped cock. You feel your stomach rumble and you feel a pressure build before being uncontrollably pushed into your diaper, squishing into the rest of the mess in a sloppy wet mess you don't want to think of. As a result your diaper becomes softer and warmer...it feels even better... If you could stop humping, you would. If you were allowed to take off the headphones, you would...but if you're being forced to do both...why not...just...let go? You feel the fresh, hot mess migrate toward the front of the diaper....the fresh mess, to your abject shame, actually feels so...so good. Your aching arms give out and you collapse fully onto the bear, humping with abandon, there's no point in holding back...not anymore. Agnes has probably already filmed everything she needs...right? Your breathing has gone ragged. You thrust as hard as you can. You can only really feel the warm soft squishiness on your exposed balls...It feels so good...but not good enough to let you cum...at least you're not sure if it will or not....but you have to try. You grind and rub your exposed balls against the bear, feeling them slide and press so wonderfully into their slimy confines. The headphones are removed and the world immediately plunges into the silence of the nursery. Wait, were you moaning just now?! You open your eyes and the dim light of the daycare feels too bright. It makes you squint temporarily. "Very good! A whole two hours or two of humpies! Won't your mommy be so proud?" Two hours?!? A whole hour passed?! All your bodily senses return. The muscles you were humping with are aching and burning, your caged penis is screaming in pain, and your clothes are damp with sweat. You roll off of the bear and clutch at the front of your diaper, whimpering in pain as the fading sexual lust gives way to the consequences of mashing your spiked cage into squishy padding. You're still whimpering and panting when Agnes brings you a bowl of goldfish crackers, apple slices, and celery with peanut butter. "Eat up and we'll get you changed into a nice dry diaper." she says with a friendly smile. You pick at the food, but you're not really hungry. Bella snickers. "You know, I almost believed your whole act. The whole 'I'm being forced to do this' shtick." she closes her eyes and does an ahego face. "Hnnngh, mai daipuh feews thoooo goooood! Hnnnnngh!" your face goes white. "I said that?" she nods. "You put on quite a show. Messed pretty loudly a few times too." you swallow. "I am being forced though." you insist. "Sure you are, Baby." She flops onto her back and folds her arms behind her head again. Agnes turns from her computer, "Would the new little girl like to see how good she is at humping?" No...no you would not. She hits a few keys, and the ceiling-mounted little TV switches from soft nursery rhymes to a video of the most pathetic display you've ever seen in your life. The camera shows the most flamboyantly dressed baby-girl panting and moaning loudly as she grinds her diaper into a large stuffed animal. Her petticoats and short dress billow and sway back and forth with her desperate motions. There's a long wet fart and the camera moves behind you to show your padded ass expanding with new mess. You can actually hear it over the gasping and moaning. The diapered ass doesn't even slow in its movement. In fact, it seems to accelerate. You watch as the camera moves back to the front, zooming in on your face. Fuck...the permanent makeup really does make you look infantile...you keep forgetting just how bad it looks. The little TV shows your sweaty, dripping face. Once again, you watch Agnes' hand as she slips a finger through the ring of your pacifier. It leaves your mouth with a long string of drool...You don't even remember this! The camera moves in close, and you can hear your own voice, barely audible gasping and panting as you softly moan: "Squishy....Warm.....Good...Oh....nnnnngh..." You watch the pacifier slip back between the comically large pink lips, and another red line is drawn on your diaper. The camera pulls back, showing the entire silly baby, desperately thrusting away before ending. "The stream really loved that." Agnes says, returning the TV to its usual programming of gentle nursery rhymes. "As did your Mommy." "The thtweam?!?" You gasp. You look at the little cameras around the room. You'd thought they were just security cameras! "Of course. You think I can keep these doors open based on just the few niche clientele that come in here?" She laughs. "The daycare itself is free...the only cost is dignity." Your mouth opens, but no words come out. How many people were watching? You've never felt so violated in your life! You're blinking back tears but Agnes doesn't seem to notice. "Now, let's get you both changed." She unfolds two changing mats by a shelf full of wipes. Both of you, here." You both crawl to the mats...you more hesitantly than Bella. Bella's change is quick. You try not to glance but you do. She's also in a cage, but it's more of a dome-shape, and although metallic, is pink. "Like it?" she says, catching you in the act. "Anodized titanium with a Prince Albert piercing. It's actually quite cozy." She's wiped clean, then taped into a dry diaper in a matter of minutes. she crawls next to Agnes and watches with interest as your diaper’s tapes are opened. "Hey, d-don't just watch!" you gasp. "Like you didn't watch me just now?" Bella chuckles. From your position you can't see anything. Your stiff skirt and petticoats act as a privacy screen...but only for you. The front of your diaper is removed and your nose crinkles at the awful smell. Agnes giggles, completely un-phased. "Oh my! What a full diaper! And no wonder! Just look at that gape! Someone's potty days are just never coming back! now are they!" "Now hug your knees! There you go! Let's get you all cleaned up!" Bella looks at your crotch critically. "Your cage is just one of the off-the shelf cheap models?" She sounds a little disappointed. "Judging by all the detail and money spent on your outfit I just assumed you'd have something special down there." Bella has a new thought and smiles. "Don't worry though. I guarantee that your Mommy and Daddy already have plans. They don't seem the type to cheap out. It's probably something permanent like mine or...y’know, the surgery. Trust me, groundwork is already being laid." You whimper. Agnes and Bella watch as you pee a little before you can stop it. Both options are horrifying prospects, but you'd absolutely take the cage over that awful 'flustered baby' surgery. You shiver as cold wet wipes slowly clean you while you hug your knees and try not to think of the camera perfectly positioned to capture every detail of your change. A mountain of wipes later and you finally feel clean for the first time in what feels like forever. You're actually looking forward to your clean, dry diaper. The thick diaper you brought with you has cows and strawberries all over it. Agnes unfolds it, and wrinkles it up a few times to make it extra poofy and soft. "Now. Your diaper had three red marks. So, by the decision of the stream, you're going to get a very special punishment." Agnes says aloud. "Up." Still hugging your knees, you raise your butt and feel the soft puffy diaper slip under you. "Good girl. Hold that position." You continue to hold your knees and try not to look at the unblinking eyes of the cameras as Agnes opens a minifridge under the front desk. She retrieves a large tupperware container and a ladle. "Oooooh shi- I mean-, poopies." says Bella. Whatever is in the container is mostly liquid...but looks thick with tiny chunks of...something. The ladle and container disappear from view behind your poofy dress. You hear liquid pour. "One big scoop for the back of your diaper...for your first offense." Agnes lists. More liquid pours. "A second scoop in the front of your diaper for your second offense." You inhale sharply as cold liquid pours over your cage and balls. You feel the stuff trickle between your cheeks. You notice Bella wince and automatically place her hand over the front of her diaper, as if the cold liquid is something she fears. "Down." You lower yourself and feel cold wet mush squish between your cheeks. So much for getting a dry diaper. The front of the diaper taped tightly around your waist. More wet slop squishes and runs around your genitals. Agnes replaces your diaper cover and pats the front of your diaper. "There! All clean!" You feel the liquid in your diaper getting warmer....warmer than it should...in fact it's starting to feel hot. "W-what did you put in my diaper?" You ask. Agnes sighs and Bella shakes her head. "I-I-mean, my diapee!" you say quickly. But it's too late. Agnes reaches a hand into a bucket you hadn't noticed until now. there's a sound of liquid and her hand reappears with an absolutely MASSIVE pacifier, dripping with sudsy, soapy water. Your average adult-sized soapy pacifier was bad enough! "No! Please!" you gasp, scooting away from the approaching punishment. In a single lightning-fast movement your face is gripped. One sharp acrylic nail is pressing painfully into each of your cheeks as the massive, spherical rubber bulb full of liquid is pressed to your inflated lips. "Open." Her nails feel like knives. You open your mouth and the bulb is pressed into your mouth. Any attempt to move your tongue or even close your mouth will shoot soap directly into your mouth. "If you can't speak properly, then you don't need to speak at all." Two straps are buckled behind your head, holding the binky firmly in your mouth. You hear the small click of a tiny lock. "MMM-MMM!" You sob, pawing at the buckle as soap fills your mouth. "Now run along and play." she says innocently, as though you haven't just been assaulted.  She returns to her computer. You don't know what's more concerning, the overpowering taste of soap, or the fact your diaper has started to burn. You turn to Bella "Mmmm?!" You press your hands against your diaper. "Sorry...I really don't envy you. You're gonna have the mother of all diaper rashes soon. "MMM-MMM!?" Diaper rash?! The burning has started to sting and itch at the same time. You're rubbing the front of your diaper cover, which is obviously not helping in the slightest. "Agnes's secret recipe." Bella says, "Jalapeno, ghost peppers, Carolina reapers, vinegar, salt, and a few other ingredients she doesn't disclose." You can actually feel the blood drain from your face. Bella places a hand on your shoulder. "Go color. for real. If you don't do something to take your mind off it, even a little, it'll drive you absolutely mad. You think it's bad now? Give it an hour or two." The burning is already painful. you hate to admit it, but Bella is probably right, you crawl quickly to the shelf of books, grabbing the first book and crayon you can find. Despite burying yourself in the task, tears are dripping onto the page as you fill in a picture of a monkey. Your mouth is a bitter frothy mess...Your diaper is burning your skin, and the entire world is watching a livestream as you cry like a baby and uselessly grind your burning diaper against the floor while you color. You even wet multiple times, hoping to dilute the burning mixture, but it has no effect. "Next time maybe you should just do baby babble. It would be safer...no chance of accidentally saying an inappropriate word." Alice says. She actually sounds sympathetic. You hate that she's right...and you hate that you're wishing Mommy had checked that box. Now Alice knows of the worst surgery you've ever heard of, and you're fighting for your life in the spiciest diaper on the planet. Hours later, the chime signals an opening door and you hear a familiar voice. You've never been so happy to see your wife! You can't wait to leave this horrible god-forsaken place! "How'd she do?" Mommy says as she signs you out for the day. "Well, she was very naughty with her vocabulary. She's in a chili-pepper diaper earning herself a nice red rash, and she's been sucking down soap all afternoon." Mommy looks down at you over the baby-gate. "Shame on you!" she says sternly. "But," Agnes admits "She got on well with the other littles, made a new friend, and had a nice time riding Mr. Bear." "I saw that! It made my whole day!" laughs Mommy. "Just a minute and we'll have her ready to go." Agnes soon has your insoles off and your rounded, painful baby-shoes on your feet. She removes your pacifier gag and drops it into the bucket of soapy water. You shudder to think of how many mouths that gag has been inside of. Mommy places your own paci into your mouth, and after saying goodbye, leads you out of the daycare. The sun is going down...How long were you in that hellish place!? Minutes later you're buckled into the backseat of Mommy's sedan. "I just can't wait to get you home." Mommy says, "We've got a surprise for you!" she says in a sing-songy tone. Alice moves a little closer, badly pretending to be sitting on the seat next to you. She's smiling mischievously, like she's about to pull a prank and not ruin your life. "Would you rather... divorce your wife, sign your half of the house and all your belongings over to Daddy, and ask your Mommy and Daddy to adopt you? Thereby becoming completely dependent on them for life?" She pauses for effect. "Or would you rather beg them both to immediately sign you up for the 'flustered baby surgery' and spend all your waking moments too horny to think straight?" Your mouth is open and your face, if not for the permanent blush, would be ash-white. "Don't bother to answer now. I think your daddy should be present for this decision." You're sweating and your heart is racing...she means it....which means you have to pick between two impossible choices.   Chapter 28: Milking Mommy puts her car into 'park' in front of the house, and unbuckles your seatbelt. You stand and wince. Your hot-sauce-laced diaper feels as though it's melting your skin off! Mommy offers her hand and you clutch her fingers as she leads you into the house. The instant the door closes behind you your Mommy is pressing firmly onto your shoulder. "Down girl. Crawl inside the house." you acquiesce with yet another pacifier-muffled "Yeth Mommy." "Good girl! Now follow me. There's a big surprise waiting for you!" You crawl behind her. "She's so excited. She obviously thinks you'll love this...you will NOT disappoint her, understood? Whatever she's done is a very thoughtful and loving gesture on her part, okay?" She turns white briefly. "I swear, if you make your loving Mommy cry I'll take a whole lung." She feeds you an icy stare. It's not a threat. It's a statement of fact. You practice smiling behind Mommy's back. Whatever this is, no matter how horrible, you'll put on the proper performance for Alice. To your surprise, Mommy leads you past the door to the bedroom, to the closed door next to it. She places a hand on the doorknob. "Say hello to your very own..." she opens the door. "Nursery!" "Surprise!" yell Daddy and, surprisingly, Liz. You gasp, dropping your paci where it dangles on its tether. You clutch your stuffed Alice tightly. The walls are white and pink. Shelves with baby supplies and a giant changing table line one wall. Your crib has been moved from the bedroom to the center of this smaller room. One corner of the room has a rocking horse, and the other has a great big Teddy bear suspiciously similar to the one in the daycare...No doubt purchased following your performance at daycare. Various stuffed animals fill the dresser and several shelves...and you can see your various new baby outfits packed into the little closet. "Well? What do you think?" Daddy prompts. It's horrible...another searing demotion. Now you don't even get to sleep in the same room as your wife. This monstrosity of a room makes you want to burn the entire house down! "Oh Mommy! Daddy! It's perfect! I-I-I love it so much! It's so...so adorable!" "Just like you." Mommy says, petting your head proudly. It turns out Oscar-worthy tears of happiness are really easy when the tears are genuine and the smile is fake. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" you sob, burying your face into your wife's knees as you hug her legs. "Aww, how sweet!" Liz says. "What a little cutie!" Daddy says. You look at Liz. "Mommy, why is liz-" "Meet your official babysitter!" Mommy says, turning you to face your ex-coworker, "She spent all day helping make your nursery!" Liz waves casually. "Hey sis...or...I guess I should call you 'little sis' now." "She actually asked to watch your milking! She wanted to take down some notes in case you're fussing and need some release." "To be honest it just sounded like a fun show." Liz admits with a shrug. "Speaking of, it's getting late, and we don't want to keep Liz too long." Daddy says. He walks to the headboard and reveals a new feature as he lowers the stocks to almost the same level as the mattress. Daddy then picks you up and places you face-up onto your mattress. "Hands up, Sweetie!" You do as he says, and within seconds your hands are secured above your head in the crib's stockade. "Can you raise your feet up all by yourself, keeping your legs straight? try to get your feet right above your face, okay, sweetie?" Under the watchful eyes of Alice you raise your legs as high as you can, displaying your diapered bottom to the entire room as your ruffles and lace cascade around you. "That's a very good attempt! Good girl!" From seemingly nowhere he produces two straps attached to the pillars on either side of the headboard. He wraps each one around an ankle and pulls them tight. Your ass leaves the mattress as your spread legs are pulled back by the ankles over your head. You hear Alice and Liz stifle giggles. "She does look rather silly." Mommy concedes. "It does look silly, but it provides the access we need." Daddy says. He pops your pacifier back in, and returns to the other side of your dress, outside your field of vision. You moan softly as your diaper is opened. The cold air feels so good on your itchy, burning skin. Liz gasps and you can only imagine what she's thinking, looking at your tiny cage and gaping hole. "What's all that orange stuff?" Asks Liz. "Looks like someone earned Agnes's signature hot sauce diaper...just look at that rash!" Daddy says “Agnes told me she didn’t do very well with the vocabulary rules at daycare.” Mommy explains. Liz giggles again, and you bite your pacifier and clench your fists. "Let's get this baby cleaned up and into a nice dry diaper after her milking." Daddy says. Finally! You'd do anything to stop feeling this burning torture. "About that..." Mommy says. Your stomach drops as you remember this morning. "She was such a brat this morning...I said I'd spank her, give her a soap paci, and she wouldn't get a change tonight...but if she's already been punished then-" "-then nothing. Littles need firm control, and if you say she’ll get a certain punishment, she needs to know she's not going to get out of it. She may be cute, but if you let her know that she can be a brat and subvert punishments she'll start finding a way to do it all the time." You hear the diaper rustle. "We'll just save her old diaper for after the milking," he says. "Buh' 'Addy!!" You whine. "If you wanted a fresh diaper then you should have behaved for Mommy." he says flatly. You hear Alice and Liz stifle laughter again. You get the feeling that the two of them would be good friends in life. You dry-swallow. Tonight is going to SUCK. Daddy cleans the hot sauce off your inflamed skin. The cold wet wipes feel like heaven on your diaper rash. You hear a zipper open and various wires and tools being poured out onto the crib mattress. "Could you plug this in please?" you hear Daddy ask. There’s a few seconds of silence. "Okay. This is a suction syringe," Daddy begins, "Instead of a needle, it has a long and thin silicone tip. This gets lubed like so...then goes into the opening in her cage." You feel something push into your urethra. It feels odd and uncomfortable...It burns slightly. "Then you pull back on the syringe and use this piece of plastic to hold the plunger back. Now you have a constant vacuum. We just tape it to her leg to get it out of the way, like this, and it'll suck up whatever we milk with no mess at all." You feel the syringe being taped to your right inner thigh. " Next are the three electrical leads. The first lead gets attached just above her little clitty." Electrical leads?! You feel the adhesive press just above your cage. "This one goes on her metal cage, or her little cherries if her cage is plastic." You feel nothing but a slight pressure. "And this one sticks just under her cage." The final lead presses to your taint. "this," Daddy says, to everyone but you, "Is an e-stim probe. It's curved like any other prostate massager, and has a smooth bulb on the end for pressing and stroking against her prostate. Notice that the only conductive part is on the inside of the bulb, where it’ll be pressing against the prostate. We simply insert.." There's a slight pressure as the probe is easily pressed into you. "Then we turn on the Tens unit, and adjust the current." You feel a buzzing pulsing as muscles you didn't know you had begin to tense and contract. The current increases steadily and is quickly starting to border on painful. 'How do we know if the current is right?" Mommy asks. The current becomes a stabbing pain and you whimper and flinch. "When she does that." Daddy says, "Then we just back it down a bit. There, just right. The current is now arcing to each of the three leads one at a time, once per second...It all but guarantees that the prostate is being stimulated by at least one of them, so you don't have to be terribly accurate. It doesn’t hurt her, but it’s not comfortable or pleasurable." "Is she making her cage bob? Or is that the current?" Mommy asks. "That's the current. You'll notice it's making her hole pulse uncontrollably too." "Wow." says Liz, “I thought she was just super into this.” “She does look rather eager.” giggles Mommy. "Now we rock the probe back and forth, pressing it against her prostate. We want to stroke and squeeze physically...the electricity helps but that’s only half of it. You feel a growing pressure....like you have to pee, but different somehow. You actually feel a small spurt of something leave your penis...completely beyond your control...The pressure drops, then begins to increase again. "And there you have it, the first fruits of our labor." Daddy says. "Woah." Marvels Liz "Ejaculate...without even an ounce of pleasure." Mommy says in awe. Alice floats above you and rests her chin on her hands. "How does it feel? Not the milking...how does it feel to know that this is going to be the entirety of your sex life from now on?" You do your best to ignore her, but the question cuts you deeply. You feel Liz tap the syringe as another tiny spurt is forced from your body. You whimper and blush as your most intimate and sexual bodily function is reduced to a purely clinical party trick. "Who wants a turn?" Daddy asks. You feel the probe change hands. "This is so cool." Liz says, as another spurt is sucked into the syringe, directly milked from you by your ex coworker. You whine and try to shift against your bondage. "Shush, you." Liz says, and you feel a hand smack against your right butt cheek. "She's a natural." Daddy laughs. The sensation is one of torturous frustration. It sort of feels like the time Alice made you cum by stroking your prostate...but it’s only a tiny fraction of that stimulation, and it's completely outmatched by the uncomfortable sensations that are coming with it. You try to focus on the good feeling as the massager slowly kneads against your prostate again and again. You want to cum so badly but this isn't nearly enough! This slow sexless process is driving you mad!You want to press your body against the probe, to have it plunge into you harder and faster, but with your legs bent up over your head all you can do is wiggle a little. You wiggle and whimper, as more droplets are extracted from you. You can't take this anymore! "Pweethe, fathter!" you beg, "Jutht a widdle fathter an' hawduh!" "Sorry sweetie," Mommy says, "This isn't to make you feel good. It's for your health. Just lay back and take your milking like a good girl.” "Does it feel good? Knowing your silly caged 'clitty' is now completely obsolete?" Alice teases You moan miserably and a tear runs down your face, invisible from where everyone is sitting on the other side of your dress, watching you slowly drip into a syringe. "Was that a little moo I heard?" Mommy asks. "She's just really getting into this." Liz giggles. "Moo. go on. Give a moo like a happy little milk cow. Wiggle your ass too." Alice prompts. "Mooooooo" You moan, and wiggle slightly in your bonds. Your audience loves it. They giggle and chuckle as they continue your milking. "There. That should be enough." Daddy says after what feels like an eternity of slow methodical sexual torture. The probe is pulled from your ass, and the syringe from your cage. "Wow, that's like 10 full orgasms worth!" Mommy says. "And it does absolutely nothing to decrease her horniness." Daddy says, as if that's a good thing. "What do you do with it all?" Liz asks. "This." Daddy says. He walks to the front of the crib. You clench your eyes shut as Daddy pulls your paci from your mouth. "Daddy, Please, n-" "Young lady, in this house we recycle." The rubber tip of the syringe pushes between your lips, and your mouth floods with your very own room-temperature cum. You swallow it down in three gulps and shudder visibly. "Good girl." comforts Liz, stroking your thigh as you swallow down your own slime. You really don't care for how quickly she's taking to all of this. Daddy releases your ankles and wrists, and raises the stocks. He opens them again, now at the level of your waist. "In you get, little one. It’s time for your spanking." You sniff loudly and look around at the circle of four people around you. Won't any of them come to your defense or say you've had enough hardship today? "Go on. It's best to get it over with." Mommy says. 'Y-yeth, Mommy." you say, slowly forcing yourself to place your head and hands through the stocks. Daddy lowers the stocks, which lock closed with a loud click. You try not to think of the awful display you're making...completely exposed, your rashy bottom sticking up in the air, awaiting the first spanking from the truly terrifying paddle Daddy bought. You whimper as the heavy rubber touches your bottom, eliciting a giggle from Liz. You steel your resolve. You are NOT going to cry or scream in front of Liz...the milking was bad enough, but you HAVE to show at least SOME level of adulthood, even if it's limited to taking a spanking well. The first blow is so heavy and hard that you actually feel your knees leave the mattress. Whatever resolve you gathered shatters instantly as you make some unholy combination of a gasp and scream simultaneously. It comes out as a girlish squeak as your pacifier flies across the room. Blow after blow slap against your damp skin as you wail for Mommy to stop. By the fifth spanking you're already swearing on your life you'll be a good girl...by the tenth you're...well...still doing that, but your promises are barely comprehensible through your blubbering. Through it all Daddy pets your head and wipes your tears and snot. They really are doing all of this for you...they think that you want this..no matter how you yell. When Daddy said a child would be able to punish you effectively with this setup...he hadn't been joking. Your wife is far from muscular, not athletic in the slightest...and yet she's broken you in under thirty seconds. "Can I try?" Liz asks once Mommy has stopped. "Okay, but only three times. I feel like she's had about enough." You feel the rubber touch your red, rashed, and bruised ass. "Are you going to do as you're told when I'm babysitting?" Liz asks. You're still sniffling and sobbing limply, but you manage to choke out a 'yes, Liz' "Good girl. I'm sure you'll be on your best behavior...but this is a little taste of what a naughty little will get." Liz says calmly, "to be sure you behave, little sis." Each of her three blows lift your knees from the mattress and shove your shoulders painfully against the headboard, It feels like each impact is physically squeezing the yelps from you. Daddy opens the stocks and helps you lie comfortably on your pillow. He offers your pacifier and you suck it hard, only to get a mouthful of soap that makes you cough and splutter. Why had you sucked so hard at it?!  You tell yourself that you sucked it to stop yourself from crying...but the disgusting truth of the matter is that you do actually find the oral stimulation soothing and distracting...a fact that hurts to admit to yourself. "Want to diaper her?" Mommy asks "Of course!" says Liz, "I'll probably be doing that a lot in the future!" You hear the crinkle of your partially-used spicy diaper as Liz unwraps it. She raises your ankles, and you lift your tender bottom for her to place it under you. "Lith...Noo..." You whimper. "Going down!" she teases, and releases your ankles. Your bottom drops unceremoniously onto the cold wet slop. You instantly feel the chemical burning resume as she pulls the front over your aching cage. "Leg tapes first." Mommy advises as Liz securely diapers you for the first time. There's Something about having someone so much younger than you put you into a diaper that really really hurts what's left of your ego, even after all the other abuses it’s seen. Daddy leaves to prepare your bedtime bottle while Mommy and Liz wipe your tears and dress you in fleece footie pajamas. The whole time they talk about you, your needs, how to take care of you...as if you're not even there. Soon you're laying in your crib, tucked into the soft bedding with the railing raised. Liz has gone home, but Mommy and Daddy are still tidying up a bit and getting you ready for sleep. Before Mommy and Daddy leave you alone in your crib, Alice places a hand inside you. "It's time to ask for your operation...NOW." "D-Daddy?" you squeak hurriedly. "Yes, Little one?" Daddy says, tucking your warm bedtime bottle into your armpit. "I-I wath towd abou' a ..a-" "A what?" "A thurguwy...a...fwuthtered baby one..." Daddy looks at you, and his mouth drops open in surprise. He opens and closes it a couple times before recovering from the shock of your incoming request. He walks to your crib, and squats so he’s level with you. "And 'Alice' really wants it, doesn't she?" He says, placing a hand on your stuffed ghost. "Does she want you to be a flustered and horny little girl?" He says with a smile. You just nod. "What surgery is she talking about?" Mommy asks. Daddy stands. "It's kind of like bottom surgery, but it puts her girl-cherries inside her forever, gives her a decorative set of labia...and tosses the rest of her genitals." Daddy summarizes, "She'll rarely cum again, if ever, and she'll probably be deliriously horny for life." Mommy looks at you, surprised. "You're sure 'Alice' wants that?" she asks. You nod, and even add a little smile. "Yeth Mommy." You croak. "Good girl." Alice says, withdrawing her hands from you. "Then consider it done." Mommy says, "I just wish you'd told us sooner, before we ordered your custom permanent cage." She turns toward Daddy. "Let's do it. You should have heard her nurse talking about how distraught and upset she was when she came during her work-change... If it helps her feel more comfortable and little...then I think we have to." "I'll message Dr. Martin tonight then." They turn and make their way to your nursery door. "Goodnight, Baby. Love you." Daddy turns out the light, and your nursery door closes. You're left alone in darkness while they retire to their own bedroom. It would be enough to make you cry, but you don't have the energy. Within seconds you're fast asleep...trapped again in the recurring dream Alice made for you.   Chapter 29: A Sickening Surgery You're awoken by a tugging of your pajamas. You rub your bleary eyes and try to sit up, but a hand presses to your chest. Mommy is changing your diaper! But it's still dark out! "Mommy?" You ask sleepily. "Gotta get you up, Honey. I know it's early..but the doctor happened to have an opening in his schedule this morning, and the next one isn't for a few months. Looks like you'll get your 'flustered baby' surgery much sooner than we anticipated!" she says. "We're just lucky he had a last-minute cancellation." You swallow and feel a cold sweat break out. It's happening already?! This is too soon! "Mommy! Sh-shouldn't we-" Alice turns her head toward you, and there's cold fire in her stare. "Yes, sweetie?" "I mean-shouldn't we-..um...hurry?" "That's what I'm trying to do, Honey." The fresh diaper is crinkly and scratchy against your red burning skin. Being out of that awful rash-inducing diaper would be a massive relief if it weren't for the horrible surgery imminently in front of you. There has to be a way out of this! Maybe if Mommy could just talk to that other goth Lily...she could tell her Alice is real! There has to be a way to do it! As Mommy leads you to the car, your mind races. There must be something! Anything! You pore over every detail you can remember of the other Lily. Mommy buckles you into the back seat. As the car starts you remember something! Goth-Lily had a tattoo! A small fresh tattoo with the plastic still over it! If she found the daycare through the discord...then there's a chance she'd have gotten the tattoo from Amy! She'd have signed forms! Provided a phone number! Left contact information! Your heart leaps with the sudden hope. All you have to do is get Mommy to take you to the tattoo shop somehow! Still high on hope, you recall Amy offering a free tattoo to you! That's it! You glance toward Alice, who is looking out the window listlessly. You can't let her know what you're planning, she'll ruin it somehow! You clear your throat. "Mommy?" "Yes, Baby?" she says. "Can I please get a tattoo on the way?" Alice turns and cocks her head to the side. "A tattoo? Now?" "Now? At five in the morning?" Mommy asks incredulously. "Yes." you say firmly, "I want a tattoo. Amy said I could have a free one." You glance at Alice. She tilts her head to the other direction. "What do you even want a tattoo of?" Mommy asks. "I don't know. You pick. I just want one before the surgery, Mommy." "What are you planning?" Alice asks. "Tell you what, I'll take you after the surgery. How's that? Her shop isn't even open this early, and we're probably already going to be late." "No Mommy! Please! Text her! I want to go there first!" "Baby, you can't get everything you want. We can go afterward. It's not possible now." You swallow a dry mouthful of nothing. Your chance to get out of this surgery is disappearing quickly. "Mommyyyy, Please!" You beg. "Tell you what, we can go to Amy for a tattoo after the surgery, or, if you insist, we can go straight home for a big spanking. What do you prefer?" Your heart sinks. At least you can get Lily's information later..tragically, it'll be far too late to avoid the terrifying surgery. "After, Mommy." "Good girl. And you're to be good at the Doctor's, Okay? I don't want you embarrassing me by suddenly acting like you're doing this under duress. I really don't want to have to explain 'Alice' to the surgeon." "Y-yes, Mommy." You look at your diapered crotch and press a hand sadly against the crinkly surface. You feel the pressure on your genitals and try to savor the feeling despite the awful fucking cage...It's a feeling you soon won't ever experience again. You look at Alice, expecting to see her smiling victoriously, or perhaps smirking knowingly...instead she's staring into the middle distance, biting her bottom lip. Her hands are opening and closing slowly. She's anxious...perhaps scared? she turns, notices you observing her, and her stiff body forcibly relaxes. She intentionally makes the smirk you were expecting. "What are you looking at?" "Are you...afraid?" you whisper. "Me? I'm dead. What do I have to fear?" she says, reclining on nothing in particular before disappearing. "Talking to Alice?" Mommy asks from the front seat. "Uh-huh" you mutter. "It's okay, Baby. Being afraid is normal before a surgery." Mommy says. You sigh. and look at the street lights flashing past your window. There's no point in trying to explain this to Mommy. You just hope you can get Mommy to see the truth with the help of the other Lily. Mommy parks in what appears to be a residential area. The houses are big and expensive. It's hardly the place for a medical practice. "Mommy is this the right place?" You ask. "Yes, Cutie. Now let's go. We're already a little late." She unbuckles you and you hold her fingers as she leads you up a path to a back gate. It opens with a simple push, and you're led up an immaculate garden path around the side of a very large and expensive house, up a little path to a guest cottage. Mommy knocks and the door opens. Instead of a cottage entryway, you find yourself in an empty waiting room. "Hello and welcome to my home practice!" Says a man you assume is Dr. Martin. He's middle-aged, white, and completely bald. "Sorry we're late." Mommy says anxiously, "She needed a change and-" Dr. Martin raises a hand "No trouble at all. I'm just glad I could fill the schedule." he motions toward the door. "Please, come in and make yourself at home." You and Mommy go through the door to a small room with a hospital bed. A window in the far wall looks directly out into a complete operating room, where a few people are prepping for surgery...your surgery. Martin takes your hand and leads you to the hospital bed. Your legs feel like they're made of Jelly as you cross the room. He guides you to recline on the bed. He turns his attention to Mommy and begins to ask her a whole series of questions about allergies, medical history, past surgeries, drug and alcohol use...you can barely hear it all. sheer terror is running through your veins as a nurse enters and begins to set up an IV bag by the bed. You suck your paci anxiously and whimper as she places the IV in your arm. "Such a good girl!" She says with a smile as she pats your head. "You're going to be so adorable after this surgery! I'm sure you just can't wait!" She pinches your cheek. "Aah! You're so cute I'm gonna eat you up!" Her ministrations do somehow manage to make you smile, but the majority of your attention is on Alice. She's visibly perturbed, floating back and forth anxiously...fidgeting with her hands. "Okay sweetie...time for your Ni-ni juice." The nurse says, and inserts a needle into the IV port. "Hey...um..so...good luck." Alice says, smiling weakly. "If you- um..I mean..well I think…I’m really am so fucking sorry! I just-"     You wake up face down on some kind of leather bed? Chair? Fuck, you feel so tired. There's a buzzing sound...you hear a voice. You're looking at the floor through the face-hole of a…massage table? "A-Amy?" you mutter. "Oh, Hello again! Are you going to stay awake this time?" This time? Have you woken up before? "Mommy?" You ask. "Right here, sweetie." Mommy says, "You did so well! The surgery went perfectly. To celebrate you're getting a tattoo just like you wanted." You feel her squeeze your hand. Thinking is so hard. You wanted to be here...but not for a tattoo... Every word you think seems to take forever and the effort to do so is enough to make you fall asleep again. You wanted to be here...for...Lily? Slowly, your plan starts to come back, but the effort of speaking is so draining. You can barely keep your eyes open. "New...tattoo...Lily...who...Lily?" You mutter. You're fading and there's not much you can do to stop the growing darkness. "Lily is your mommy of course!" laughs Amy, "And don't worry. 'Mommy' is a part of your new tattoo. "N-n....nooo.." You're already half asleep and fading. You don't have long. What was Goth-Lily's tattoo of? a horse? a pony of some type?" "Tattoo....pony..." "Aww, you want a tattoo from your favorite pony show?" she asks sweetly, "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised then." "Hush baby... just go back to sleep. There you go...there's a good girl.” Mommy consoles. Darkness envelopes you. You wake up behind the bars of your crib, disoriented and sore. Outside it's dark...did you actually get the surgery? Or was it all just a dream? Is this still the same night you were milked? Or is this the next night? Your head is spinning and nothing looks familiar. God, you're so fucking tired. You cling to your stuffie and suck your pacifier for comfort as you pass out again. You wake up on top of the changing table. Warm sunlight streams through the window onto your body, warming you gently. It feels nice enough to possibly put you back to sleep. You drowsily lift a very heavy hand and move it to your crotch. It touches something soft and alien...your crotch is numb..no doubt due to some form of topical anesthetic. Your mind is slow...a heavy dose of prescription drugs aren't letting you fully appreciate the gravity of what you're feeling. Your fingers run over a soft, smooth, hairless pubic mound. You feel out the little cleft between your new labia and run a finger through it. There's nothing...absolutely nothing but the tiny opening of your urethra. No penis. No clit. no vagina....Just skin. Some part of you knows you should be freaking the fuck out...but you can't seem to process or find those emotions right now. "Bad girl! Good little babies don't touch themselves!" Liz enters your nursery and approaches the table with some fresh bandages and a paper bag from the nearby pharmacy. You withdraw your hand. your fingers are slick with precum...a foreshadowing to the endless frustration and denial that's awaiting you. "Liz....I- I have-" "-an absolutely perfect, cute little pussy, with all the functionality that a little girl like you should have." she finishes for you. She rubs a cream over your new crotch and places some gauze over you. "Where's-" "They have work, so I'm babying you for the day." she says. "Open." A syringe of sickly sweet medicine is squirted into your mouth. You choke it down. You can feel your senses immediately start to fade with the new dose of medication. "W-where's Alice?" You ask stupidly. "Right here, Baby." The stuffed ghost is placed into your arms. You hug it absent-mindedly. You look around the room. The real Alice is nowhere to be seen...but your head is too fuzzy to think of what this might mean. "Come on." Liz offers you a hand, which you use to half-climb and half-roll off the table. She leads you to something you hadn't noticed when you woke up. You blush bright red as Liz presents the small plastic training potty in the middle of the room. "Since we don't want your sutures to get an infection from a dirty diaper, this is going to be your throne for the day, alright, Little Sis?" You take a step back and find that she's turned you so you've taken a step backward towards the potty...how did that happen...Ugh, your head is so fuzzy and hazy...when you blink it feels like whole seconds have gone by. She holds your hands and helps you to lower yourself onto the embarrassingly tiny potty. You can't imagine how stupid you must look right now. "I can use a normal toilet." You say bitterly, now seated on the stupid thing. "I'm sure you can," she says with a smile, "but this one has a few fun little features. It's a training potty in more than one way. Your mommy borrowed it from Amy, who made it for a client that hadn't collected it yet." she shrugs, "You're getting it temporarily as a beta test under ‘you snooze you lose’ rules." She lowers herself to a crouch, which brings her almost to your level, and places a tablet in your hands. It's large, chunky, and plastic in a large foam case...something that a child would use to learn the alphabet. She reaches to your sides, pulls out two ends of a seatbelt, and tightly buckles you to the tiny potty. When you look down there's no button to release the straps, just a keyhole. "When I turn on that tablet it's going to show you thousands of images all sourced from the web. Your job is to simply say what the object is." She gestures generically, "The goal is to help you behave in daycare and help take your mind off the surgery while you recover." You look at her, then at the tablet. "That's it? Kind of a stupid game." you say. She holds up a finger and smiles. "The trick is that no adult words are allowed. If you weren't so loopy on painkillers right now you'd have noticed the cord running from the potty to the wall, and the little metal studs in the seat." Thinking is really hard right now, but you don't like where this is going. "You're going to be a good girl and practice your new vocabulary all day, whenever you're not eating a snack or napping. Okay? Do a good job and you won't get shocked too much." "W-what if I say no?" You ask. "Oh, Honey," she sticks out her bottom lip in mock sympathy. "You don't get a choice." She turns on the tablet, which immediately shows a picture of a toilet. You look from her to the image on the tablet. A searing electrical jolt shoots through your ass. "OW!" you yelp. the image changes to a picture of a diaper. "Diapee!" you say quickly. "Very good! You have three seconds to respond...for now. As you wean off your medication it'll go down to two seconds...then one...then half a second." "Poopies!" you say just in time to a cartoonish picture of poop. Liz stands and looks down at you with a smile. She watches you say 'Mommy', 'stickies', and 'humpies' before she turns to the door. "Well, I'm going in the other room to watch some TV. I'll be back in a few hours for your next medication dose." she says. "Enjoy your potty training, Sis!" Alone with your infernal training potty, you quickly find that taking time to think leads to a shock. If you hesitate, or think of the actual real word first, there's a good chance you'll be squirming painfully in the immediate future. You try to turn off the tablet, but the power button is no longer working. Maybe it's been disabled so it'll always run until the battery dies. You know what it's doing, and as much as you hate it, you're powerless to stop it. For a brief period you try to resist and stop responding, but it’s not long until the painful shocks have you blurting out babyish pronunciations and synonyms again. And, to your disgust, it's getting easier and easier as time goes on. You can almost feel the mental connections forming between the objects and the associated words. You shudder as you wonder how long it will take until you're speaking like a toddler uncontrollably and struggling to use normal adult words for things. It isn't until hours later when Liz is helping you off the potty and giving you a snack that you are able to re-notice what's been missing. Where's Alice? She's gone invisible and silent before, but never for this long! Why isn't she here, laughing and taunting you as you use the training potty? She couldn't really be gone...could she? After your medicine ,your head feels all spinney and foggy again. You watch, from your position on the floor as Liz empties the poo-poo and pee-pee from the potty. You blankly take another bite of the PB&J sandwich. If Alice is gone...you don't have to do any of this...right? Or is Alice testing you? Waiting to reappear and kill your lungs the instant you show you that you can't be a good girl? "Alright, Sis. All done with your lil' snacky?" Your train of concentration derails. How long have you been staring into space? What were you thinking about? "C'mon you. Let's get you back on your potty for round two, alright?" She kneels in front of the potty. "Come on, crawl to your potty! You've been doing so well! Your mommy and daddy are going to be so proud!"   Chapter 30: The Cage Closes "well? Let's go! Potty time for you!" Liz says condescendingly. You have just enough brainpower to recognize that you're in no state to rebel. If you start talking about Alice and how she's missing, you'll just look high on medication...or earn a punishment for refusing to be a good girl. your arms and legs feel heavy and uncoordinated as you crawl to the potty and, with Liz's help, seat yourself atop the electrodes. Once again you’re buckled firmly into place and the tablet is placed into your hands. This time there's a word on the screen, not an image. "Say it correctly." Prompts Liz. "Pacifier?" You say. You yelp as the potty shocks you. "Is that how a baby talks?" asks Liz, "Say it correctly." The screen now shows the word 'Love'. You blush and say, "Wuv." "There you go! Just be a good girl and do your potty training. I'll be in the next room watching some more TV." The screen cycles between a wide variety of written words, images, and visual prompts. Three seconds would normally be enough time to easily answer each question, but your sluggish and easily distracted mind is barely able to say the correct word before getting shocked. When Liz returns you aren't sure if you've been sitting on your potty for an hour, five hours, or five minutes. "Is Baby ready for a little nap?" she asks. "Yeth, Lith." Wait...you shouldn't have said it like that... You don't even have a pacifier in your mouth! Your brow furrows as you concentrate. "Yes, Liz." you say, thinking hard for the correct pronunciation. "Aw, what a little fighter! Don't worry, Baby, Your clever little potty is going to teach you so well! I had a feeling you'd take to potty training." she undoes the restraint and helps you to the crib. You still feel dizzy and woozy, but your head is somewhat clearer. "How wong thinth the opewashun....since the operation?" you ask as she tapes you into a diaper for your nap. Fuck, this potty training is insidious. "Well you were in the home clinic for a few days to recover, then you came home and were super out of it for a few more days... Like… almost a week?" "A week?!" you gasp. She nods. "You were so cute in your groggy half-conscious state, but in a minute you're going to be even cuter." She holds up a bullet vibrator that's buzzing on a low setting. "Now that you've healed enough, this is going to be part of your new naptime routine." "Lith, Pweethe, I'w be good!" "I know you will be." She slips her hand into your diaper and you feel the vibrator fit snugly between the two soft lips of your labia. The buzzing vibrations barely feel like anything... but... they're not nothing. You blush as you feel the familiar aching, tingling horniness crescendo ever so slowly. You bite the bottom of your lip and try to remain unaffected by the buzzing object in your diaper. Liz just smiles and watches as you fight the urge to squirm "Aw, just look at that blush! Is someone getting… flustered?" "No!" you say defensively. "You wouwd be fwustewd too if- if- ...if...." God...this vibrator is barely noticeable...but if you really concentrate on it...it feels so...so.... You press against the crotch of your diaper. You were saying something...you hope it wasn't important. For a brief moment, nothing but the buzzy feeling matters. "Ahem." Liz says. You open your eyes. Liz is smiling and recording you with her phone. You gasp and quickly return your hands to your sides. with her phone still trained on your face she places her hand on your diaper. "Does someone like her widdle diapurrr?" "N-no! I don't- She presses her hand, and you feel the buzzing in your pubic bone. The stimulation is so small and light… almost nothing compared to what it should be… and yet you’re so horny! Your protest dies in a ragged whimper. "Don't you just love your cute widdle diapuuurrr?" she says, grinding her palm into your padding. "Doesn't it feel soooo goooood?" You're reflexively humping against her hand. Her camera turns to show your thrusting hips, then it returns to your tomato-red face. You cover your face with your hands, but you can't stop grinding against her hand. You're so horny and it's been so long! "Pweeeth...thtop" you whine. You know that's not the right way to pronounce it...but your addled brain doesn't have the concentration needed to remember the right words. "First tell me you love your diaper. I want to hear the truth from this cute little diaper-sexual." Liz says with a smile. "O-okay!" you lower your voice, "I wuv mai diapee." Her palm presses harder and you moan loudly. "Say it with all the passion you want to say it with. No repression allowed in this nursery." You don't know how much more of this you can take! "I wuv my diapee!" You moan. "I wuv it! I wuv it thoo much! It feewth tho goooooood!" She stops recording, and her hand leaves your diaper. You're not sure if you're about to cry because of the humiliation, or the sudden cessation of that delicious sexual pressure. "Good girl." she gives you a light peck on your forehead, "and sweet dreams." She leaves the running vibrator in your diaper and exits the nursery. As soon as the door closes you're on your stomach, both hands pressing against the front of the diaper as you hump madly. You need to cum! You have to cum! Nothing else matters. You're vaguely aware that your face and pillow are wet with drool, and your glutes and thighs are burning...but you can't stop. That tiny, nagging little sexual stimulation feels so very good, but only when you give it your full concentration.... ...maybe....just maybe...if you concentrate hard enough....you can cum....you can't stop until then... You bend your every thought around the vibrating sensation in your diaper, focusing like you've never focused before. When the vibrator battery finally dies, your moaning transitions into frustrated sobbing as you continue to impotently hump your hands uselessly, only stopping when the hazy drug-assisted sleepiness overpowers your exhausted, frustrated mind. When you wake again, it's night. The nursery is dimly lit solely by a little pink nightlight. Your head feels clearer... sharper. With a little concentration you know you can still talk and think normally, free of the awful potty-training-induced lisp. "Alice?" You whisper. "Alice? Are you there?" you ask a little louder. There's no response. Could you really be free? Only one way to find out. You slowly bring a finger to one of your diaper's tapes. Your hand...doesn't go numb. You pull at the tape and it comes free. Still no sign of Alice. You sit up and recline against your crib's headboard and undo the rest of the tapes. The wet front of the diaper falls from your body. For the first time since your surgery you're lucid enough to inspect the changes. You may not be able to leave this electrified crib, but you can use the floor-length mirror on the far wall to inspect yourself. You completely undress and wince as you take in the changes to your body. Besides your brand new decorative pussy, your nipples have been pierced, and your areola have been tattooed into heart-shapes in a color that perfectly matches the shade of your existing areola. A tattoo of a little pink heart is on your cheek, right where it plumps up when you smile. You don't look real or mature...you look like a toy...a kitschy, cutesy dolly. You keep yourself positioned over your messy diaper as you reposition to inspect your back in the mirror. You've inadvertently saved the worst for last.  Just like the characters of My Little Pony you now have a cutie-mark on your right butt cheek, but while their cutie-marks display their special talents like apple-farming, yours shows a heavily soiled diaper and a pair of familiar-looking pink lips wrapped around a cock. Both are tattooed on top of a big pink heart, under which is 'Mommy's Baby Girl' in an overtly girly font. The 'i' is even dotted with a little heart. You stare at the awful image until you can't take it anymore. Dazed, you turn and lower yourself back onto your messy diaper. You look like a parody...a cheap bimbo babydoll brat. At least Alice is gone...you can get tattoo removal! You're not sure what can be done about your genitals...but maybe you can at least modify them to let you cum, or do something to remove your libido entirely.  Maybe you can even restore your continence through surgery and physical therapy... You hadn't even noticed, but your hand has drifted to your decorative pussy. You're softly rubbing yourself, you don’t even notice your train of thought fade away as the sensations supercede your rational thought. God, you’re just so horny! You softly moan in frustration. It's not enough. Not nearly enough. You whimper in frustration and rub faster. "God....please....let me cum....just this once!" you whisper. The light comes on. And you jerk your hand away.  "Hey there, Sweetie. Having a little naughty fun?" Mommy crosses the room. Her smiling face looks down at you. She strokes your cheek and you wince at the motherly intimacy she's radiating....it's the wrong kind of intimacy! "Someone just can't stop playing with her brand new princess parts, can she?" you blush and cringe visibly...it's that fucking surgery! You can't help it! You look around the nursery. There's still no sign of Alice. "Mommy..." you look around again to be sure, "Awith...Alice is gone!" Caught off guard and flustered, it's a lot harder to use the proper pronunciations. "She's right here!" Mommy says, tucking your stuffie into your arms. "No Mommy! The weaw-real Awith...I mean, Alice" Mommy just smiles. "Maybe deep down you don't think you need her anymore...now that you can do what you want without her telling you to do it." "No! You don't undewthtan'!" you moan "Thee wath, i mean, she was real! But now thee'th gone!" "Mm-hmm." Mommy says, pulling out a fresh diaper. "I'm happy to see that you're doing so well with your potty training. Soon you'll talk like the baby you want to be." "Youw not withening!" You yell, throwing your stuffed ghost across the room, "I can be big again! I don't WANT to be a baby! I don't WANT thith thtupid nurthewy!!!" She tries to lift your ankles to slide a diaper under you, but you kick her hands away. "I don't WANT diapees!" You sit up. "I'm an aduwt!" You yell. "I wanna JOB! I wanna be youw wife again!" Lily takes a few steps away from the crib. Her face is white and she looks shocked. Her mouth opens and closes a few times as she searches for words. "No." she finally says, slowly and uncertainly, staring into the middle distance. "No." she says it a little more confidently, and her brow wrinkles She turns her attention toward you and the last remnants of shock transform into anger. "Did you want to be my wife when you blew every guy in a bar?" She walks toward you slowly. "Did you want to be my wife when you pissed and shat all over me in bed?" She opens the stockade. "Did you want to be my wife when you couldn't bear to have sex with me?" Her hand darts through the open stockade and grabs you by the hair. "OWW! thtop it!" you squeal. She drags your head by the hair through the stock and secures it around your neck, then she removes her panties before forcing them into your mouth. "Did you want to be my wife when I was crying the entire commute to work over you and our relationship?" She picks up the long and heavy paddle, then walks behind you, where you can't see. "Did you want to be my wife when you set me up with Paul?" You feel the paddle softly press against your exposed bottom. "Mmmm-mmm!" You scream as you pull and strain against the headboard locked around your neck. "And now that I have you...the real you...in a position where I can still love you, protect you, and care for you...in addition to a loving sexual relationship with a wonderful partner...you want to take it all away?" The paddle impacts you with a lightning-like crack. You howl into the panty gag. "You want to bring me back to living with the fake repressed version of you?" Again, the paddle lifts you from the mattress. You can feel the concussive force of it ripple up your back and down your legs. "You want me to spend every day wondering if you're really at work, or if you're once again risking your life to blow truckers and bikers in a scummy bar?" This time a whole series of spanks have you screaming and crying. "All because your preferred lifestyle makes you feel self-conscious?!" She returns and pulls the wet panties from your mouth. She kneels and lifts your chin. "Since you and 'Alice' love games like 'Would you Rather'... we're going to play a little game. 'Truth or Spank'. I'm going to ask you a question, and if I don't get the truth you get two spanks...as hard as I can deliver them. Tell the truth and you only get one spank, Okay?" She returns behind you without waiting for your acknowledgement. "Now. What are you?" "Y-your baby." you sob. "Good girl." a single hard spank makes you yelp, but it's not as hard as the previous ones. "Are you going to need maintenance spankings to remind you of that?" "N-no!" You say quickly. "Apparently that's not true." she says coolly. Two brutally hard spanks have tears running down your face. "After this spanking are you going to return to being my happy little baby girl?" You hesitate. Go back to that?! On your own?! Without Alice?! A flurry of blows rain down on your backside, driven by an anger you've never seen in Lily before. When they stop you're crying uncontrollably. "Same question." she says simply. "Y-yes, Mommy." you croak. "Good girl." She opens the stockade, and motions for you to lie on your back before she resumes diapering you as if nothing had happened. All you can do is sniffle and wipe away your tears with the backs of your hands. Before pulling the diaper between your legs, she returns to the wall of various sex toys. You watch her hand move back and forth between the massive plug and the humongous dildo. You wince as she selects the plug, and returns. "Since this adjusted your attitude so much the first time, maybe it'll help my fussy baby again." She generously coats it with lube and presses the tip against your exposed hole. "Mommy...I-I'w be good, I pwomith! You don't need to-" "Deep breath." In a single excruciating push the massive plug is seated deep inside you while you squeal and kick...It's not as painful as the first time...but it's FAR from pleasant. "Oh? Does someone like her big pluggy?" she runs a finger between your soft labia and holds up a digit coated in precum. You whimper. You can't help it! The plug physically squeezed it from your prostate! She finishes diapering you and helps you to a sitting position. She sits next to you on the crib, then pulls you against her in a tight hug. She strokes your hair as she speaks softly. "There, there. Mommy's so sorry she had to do that...but I won't let you go back...even if it hurts sometimes for both of us, this is what you want deep down, isn't it?" Utterly defeated, your will shattered, you can only nod. "Mommy loves you, you know that, right?" Your face still buried in her shoulder you stutter the response she's expecting. "Yeth M-Mommy...I wuv you too." She repositions, and lowers you to her lap. You look up at your beautiful wife through blurry vision as she lifts her scrub top. With your head nestled in the crook of her arm, she presses one of her soft, perfect breasts to your face. The nipple brushes against your lips lightly. "Here you go, Sweetie. Maybe you just haven't gotten enough of Mommy's attention lately...is that why my little one is misbehaving and wanting to be big? Maybe you just need some Mommy time? She presses the nipple to your mouth. "Open for Mommy. There you go. That's my good girl. Suckle like the very cute little baby girl you are." Her hand slips into your diaper. Your breath catches as it grazes over your mostly-decorative labia. She continues her ministrations until you're helplessly grinding yourself against her hand. Her hand leaves your diaper, and she gently lowers you away from her breast. She shows you the slick runny stickies coating her fingers. "Look at the mess you made while plugged, diapered, practically neutered, and nursing on Mommy in your crib. And you claim that you want to be a big strong adult?" You whimper softly as she presses her fingers into your mouth. You obediently suck your own salty slime from them. "Good girl." She pulls her fingers from your mouth and lifts your chin so she's looking into your eyes. "You're going to be a good girl now, right?" "Y-yeth Mommy." You say softly. She kisses your forehead and stands, leaving you temporarily as she gathers a few things from the changing table. "But since you're such a horny little girl, I'm going to have to help you behave." She returns with a plastic diaper cover that she snakes up your legs. Once in place, she pulls on a waist chain until the diaper is snuggly hugging your tummy, then secures the chain with a small padlock. "Diapers stay on. No matter how wet and tingly you get, okay?" You just nod. "And just to be sure..." She slips two heavily padded mittens onto your hands, and pulls the wrist straps tight. You open and close your hands with no visible change in the shape of the padded mittens. You may as well have pillows instead of hands. she pushes a pacifier into your mouth, raises the crib railing, and you hear the nearly unnoticeable hum of the electric railing engage. She walks to the door and flicks the lights off. "When I come back in the morning I want to see my happy baby again. Okay?" "Yeth, Mommy." You say. "Love you, baby." "wuv you too, Mommy." The door closes behind her and you're left alone in the nursery. You softly cry as you feel hot squishy poopies push into your diapee...this wasn't how this was supposed to go! Somehow, after a little crying, and, shamefully, some fruitless humpies, you manage to finally fall asleep.   Chapter 31: A Ghostly Goodbye As you drift off, the recurring dream of being a human urinal takes shape, but just as the dream's narrative begins there's a sudden disorienting flash of light. You're...standing...outdoors? You squint and blink in the bright sunlight. The sun feels warm and pleasant on your skin. A wide expanse of grass and wildflowers extends before you, terminating at an endless cliffside coastline. Puffy white clouds dot the sky. It’s a perfect spring day and the temperature is perfect; warm with a cool breeze. Far below you can hear the thunder of the surf and the distant cry of seagulls. In the distance there’s an Idyllic lighthouse where the cliff juts out into the ocean. Far away, there’s the ding of a buoy’s bell, and the ocean is sparkling and glittering in the light. It's beautiful...like something from a dream...but you're certain that you've never seen this place before. You take a few steps and are immediately aware that something is missing; something bulky, wet, and uncomfortable. You look down and find yourself dressed normally. Jeans, a T-shirt...all kind of dirty and paint-stained. Wait...this is the exact outfit you were wearing...when you first met Alice...your clothes even smell like drywall dust and fresh paint! She must be here, somewhere. You turn, scanning the scene, and spot a bit of blue nightgown peeking out from behind the bottom of an ocean cypress. "Alice?" you ask. There’s no answer. You walk toward the tree. You peek around the knotted trunk and see her. Alice is laying silently against the rough surface, her body is completely limp and she has a contented smile on her face. Astonishingly, she's no longer translucent and blue...she looks...real, human, and solid. She's resting...maybe even sleeping as the breeze pulls softly at her hair and the dappled sunlight plays across her face as the slowly moving leaves rustle. She looks like something out of an old painting, antique and picturesque.  "Alice?" you repeat. "Isn't it beautiful?" She says weakly. She winces and raises a hand in a motion that seems to require all her effort. "Sit with me? Please?" she says, motioning you toward her. You hesitate and look around. There's not much else to do anyway. You sit next to her and join her in reclining against the large tree's trunk. "I'm so sorry." she says weakly. "For what I did to you..." she sighs. "Now that all the rage and fury is gone...I'm actually...me." "And you wouldn't do any of what you did?" you ask. "I don't expect you to believe me…” she coughs. “I-I just need to say I'm sorry...and goodbye." "I thought you needed me to accept my new life before you could...rest." She winces. "One lie among many. I never needed you to accept anythingl...I… -my rage… wanted you trapped like I had been." she pauses, winces again, then continues. "Tell me, what was the first thing I did?" "You made me soil the bed." "No. Before that." "You...." "I changed Lily's perception of you. Twice actually.” she shivers. “My goals and efforts were always about her, not you.” she closes her eyes. “Once again, I'm so...so sorry." A tear runs down her cheek and she shivers again, despite the warm day. You put your arm around her shoulders and she slumps against you. Her body is cold and limp. "Hey. Don’t worry about me. I'll get out of this." you say comfortingly "No...you w-won't" she shudders. "You aren't the only one who has recurring dreams. Lily loves you so much. With all her heart. It was… so… obvious." with a creeping dread you realize what she's saying....how many nightmares has Lily been having about you? When she spanked you she mentioned you risking your life at the bar. Keeping you as her baby is probably the only thing bringing her any peace. "The glory hole...she's terrified that I'll endanger myself like that if she ever lets me go..." Your stomach sinks. "I love her too much to break her heart and leave her… which she would consider a death sentence for me… and she loves me too much to ever let me go back to how things were. I'm really not getting out of this, am I?" Alice coughs. "Sorry." she whimpers and clutches at her side. "She'll give you hourly spankings...to save your life.... if needed. To keep you…keep you safe." Every word is taking so much effort for her. You swallow and blink back some tears. All laid out like this...there really isn't any hope. You really are trapped. Alice grunts. "You deserve the truth...I've been powerless for some time.” She shivers so hard her entire body shakes. “Once the trap started to close...the rage...driving me....started to fade." “Powerless?" you ask. Her body tenses as she musters the strength to offer an explanation. "Surely you noticed how quiet I've been? Being invisible more often? Just being seen and heard took so much of my energy....it was so exhausting. After the surgery...it became impossible... as I feared." "So the threat of killing the alveoli in my lungs?" "She winces and grunts with the effort of raising a shaky hand. "I have fingers...not lab equipment." she coughs hard, "A g-good t-trick th-...though?" Her entire body has started trembling. For a brief instant she flickers in and out of existence. "Yeah, you got me. A brilliant trick." you say, rubbing her back comfortingly.  You’re both silent, watching the ocean for a few minutes. "Where are we? Somewhere important to you?" Her voice is raspy when she speaks, "No....saw....postcard.... once...looked nice." she coughs, "Pigeon Point...California." "Oh...well it looks beautiful." She coughs loudly and curls up in apparent pain momentarily then goes limp again, resting her head on your lap. "Making....this...." she whispers, "is taking....everything....." Her hand is shaking uncontrollably so you hold it tightly in your own hand. "Didn't....want...to leave....alone....again." She inhales deeply with a ragged, pained, breath. "So...sorry." "It's okay, Alice. I'm not happy, but I understand...and I forgive you. Go get your rest, you've earned it. Really." "One...last....gift...." She tenses with pain. "Last....of me." The dream vanishes instantly as your eyes shoot open. Your back arches as an incredibly powerful orgasm ripples through your body in heart-pounding, back-arching, mind-shattering pleasure. ropes of hot stickies spurt into your diapee as you spasm and press your mittens against the locked diaper cover. What is probably your last orgasm ever ends. Your panting breaths are ragged and your body is limp and sweaty. Once the afterglow has faded, you sit up in your nursery. You're alone...REALLY alone for the first time in a long, long time. There's a feeling of certainty and finality in the air. You hate every tiny little bit of this nursery, but you know you can't escape it. You'll never escape it...you could never do that to Mommy. You sigh and look at the little stuffed ghost. "Well played, Alice. Well played." That morning, when Mommy enters your nursery, she's greeted with the biggest smile you can offer. You hug her and tell her you 'wuv' her once she finishes dressing you. You even fake a smile and giggle when you nuzzle Daddy's bulge and you pretend to savor his cummies and peepee. This is the first day of the rest of your disgusting, humiliating, and dehumanizing life...but at least Mommy knows you're safe, and will sleep easier tonight. Daddy carries you to your high-chair and you even fake a happy laugh as he boops your nose and puts the tray in place. Instead of breakfast though, Mommy places papers onto the tray. "I know you're enjoying the softest, cutest, littlest morning, but I have a very special request." She places a pen in front of you. "Can you be big, just long enough to sign some papers?" "This one first." It's an official legal form; a request to legally change your name, and it's already filled out. A simple signature and it'll be official. You can't help but smile...there's something poetic about it. A specter’s illogical rage forced her to trap you like she had been trapped...and the world won't have gone a single day without a version of Alice in it. You sign with your old, then your new signature. Mommy then shows you the adoption form. While not legally binding, the sentiment behind the gesture, and the ramifications for violating it are significant. You sign it with your new signature. Mommy takes the papers and kisses your forehead. "Thank you so much, Alice." she says lovingly. "You've made me so happy!" As Daddy feeds you oatmeal, Mommy sits at the table, resting her chin on a hand, watching you with a mixture of pride and relief. "What do you say, Alice? Think you're feeling good enough for daycare, now that you're off the strong medication?" Daddy asks. You nod and exclaim excitedly, "Yeth, Daddy!" "Or..." Mommy suggests, "We could go to the park for a bit?" You gasp, and manage to pass it off as a gasp of surprise instead of shock and disgust. "The pawk! The pawk!" you bounce up and down happily to sell the performance. Fuck. They better not expect you to play on the playground. There's no way you're gonna go on the swings and giggle like an idiot. Mommy stands and pulls you into a great big hug. When she releases you, you look up into her proud, smiling face. Her eyes sparkle exactly how they did on that first date...the date when you fell in love with her all those years ago. "There's my beautiful little baby Alice." Fuck it...you suppose you can go on the swings...for a little bit.   The End    Epilogue Christian squeezes through a gap in the dilapidated chain-link fence and swings the bag from his back. He lays it on the frost-covered grass, then zips his coat a little tighter and pulls the hood over his head. It's cold enough that his breath is leaving his mouth in thick clouds of condensation… It’s one of those brisk winter days just before the first snowfall. Everything is so still and quiet, except for the sounds from the nearby freeway. He kneels, unzips the bag, and assembles the metal detector. Being home from college for the Holidays is one of the only times he really does this. Normally it's just an excuse to get out of the house away from his annoying parents and large family. He turns it on, and scans the vacant lot. He'd read online that there used to be a fancy hotel here. Before that it had been a bank. All past artifacts are probably long-gone, but you never know...there could be some coins, or silverware somewhere in the lot. He begins walking in a grid pattern, stopping occasionally to uncover a rusty spoon, a car part, tin cans, bolts, and various other forms of scrap. Hours later, just as he's about to stop for the day, he finds the first object of any real value. Hidden under a thin layer of dirt, buried in the frozen grass, is a small ring. It doesn't look like much, but with this hobby, finding anything of value is worth celebrating. He blows on it and cleans it up as best as he can by rubbing it on his jeans. Even if it's antique, it's clearly not worth much. A scratch shows that it's only gold plated, and the diamond, if real, is tiny. Christian removes a glove. He's always had small hands, but even so, it takes a good amount of wiggling to get it over the knuckle of his ring finger. He holds his hand up in the frosty air and turns it this way and that. It doesn't look too bad… it doesn't even look that girly, really. Christian hears a rustling and breaks his concentration away from the ring. Far away he sees distant flags suddenly start flapping, indicating an approaching wind. He watches it hit distant trees, then the tall grass at the edge of the large vacant lot as the stormfront approaches. He's almost knocked off his feet from a sudden and unexpected wind from behind him as the two opposite gales collide a mere hundred feet away from where he's standing. The air is biting cold as the gusts swirl and twist in the vacant lot. Various bits of litter and trash are caught in the pull and begin to outline a swirling funnel of ice, leaves, trash, and dust. He pulls his hood over his face to protect himself from the stinging cold and the sudden windstorm. Instantly, as if by magic, the air goes cold and still. Debris that had been caught in the maelstrom falls to the ground, and tiny particles of ice drift slowly in the motionless air. where the swirling vortex had been, there’s now a girl...she appears to have collapsed to her knees, facing away from you...she's wearing nothing but a nightie and is staring in disbelief at her hands. At first Christian steps forward to ask if she's alright, but stops as his mind finally processes the weirdest part... She's all blue, and completely transparent! He can even see the freeway and trees through her body! She's muttering something, and she sounds like she's about to either start sobbing or screaming. He slowly takes a step back. He's never believed in the supernatural...until now.     You stare at your blue hands, then through them at the frosty earth. "B-but...I was finally done...It was all finally over... I was resting..." This...this isn't right! It can't be! You'd finally done it! You had finished with this existence and moved on! Surely you hadn't tortured that poor girl for nothing...had you? You look up toward the freeway, the cars have a slightly different styling than when you had last been here. How long were you resting? Months? Years? Decades? But more importantly, why are you back? You float weightlessly into what feels like a standing position, and turn. Then, you see him. He's looking right at you, obviously terrified, trembling, and holding some kind of device on a pole in front of himself like a weapon. On his finger is a very familiar ring. "Oh no. No. Please, not again!" You try to use Pigeon Point as a memory to anchor yourself, but it's too late. You can feel that illogical jealous rage already returning. It's diluting your very self...you feel like cotton candy being dissolved in a river....somewhere in this blind, feverish anger...you still exist...but you can no longer find yourself. After all, what good is a sense of self against an entire lifetime of frustration, anger, and injustice all welling up at once and being directed at a single individual? You scream and clutch at your head. In another moment the inner voice, the real you, disappears completely. All you can think about is making this person pay. How dare he be a man in a man's world, with a lifetime of decisions and freedoms you never had?! You know it doesn't make sense...you know it's unfair and cruel...but you can't stop yourself. To paraphrase an old book you once loved, you've already 'piled upon him all the general rage and hate felt by your whole race from Adam down.' You float toward the petrified college kid. Whatever is left of the real you is still in there somewhere, restraining you from being the pure rage you want to be. Fine, you can be friendly for now. "Hey. I'm Alice." You extend a hand. "For what it's worth, I'm really sorry, or at least I think I used to be... but a whole lot of shit is about to happen that you're REALLY not going to like." He's still petrified, scared out of his wits. That's alright though. You'll still be here when he snaps out of his shock. You wrap an arm around him in what you hope is a friendly-looking gesture. "Maybe I'm being silly, but I kinda feel like shaking it up this time...doing something new. Tell me, how do you feel about pet play?"   The End

Note: This is my second story. It was originally posted on Tumblr using the polling system to create a 'choose your own adventure' style story with two main characters. This is the second of a whole universe that features cameos from old characters and various references to past stories as you read through the series. Please take a look if you enjoy forced regression and trans characters written in an LGBTQIA+-friendly manner, free of any slurs or transphobia, but still including plenty of humiliation and kink. The next book, A Humbling Haunting is visible on my blog via links in this post: HERE The ongoing story Baby Doll is available through links on my post: HERE Happy Squishing! Once Upon a Slime   A Royal Introduction Once upon a time, there was a princess. Her life was easy. Most people would say it was perfect. But as the one living in perfection, all she could see were the imperfections. They stood out to her like mold on a slice of bread. As such, her life was full of endless struggles and irritations. A dusty shelf is a catastrophe. A stain in an obscure corner of carpet that she hadn't noticed until now is an ordeal. Finding her teacup empty when she raises it is an insult. While an average person might worry about rent, the cost of groceries, or their job promotion, she worries about whether the yacht will have the right beverages stocked when she boards, and whether the car she sent for is the appropriate year, make, and model. If asked, she would describe her life as one of trials and tribulations, one that she somehow puts up with. Her current ordeal, whatever it is, gives her a headache whenever she thinks of it. Is it enough that her parents give her only the third-best manor? No! They also reserve the finest staff for the more lavish manors. She still feels a flutter of anger when she recalls finding that the butler had only been working at this property for seven years. The gall! After all, doesn't she deserve actual experienced help? Obviously, yes! The initial tour of the property was equally disappointing. A hedge in the sprawling gardens hadn't been trimmed. The arm of an antique chair had a smudge. A painting in one of the 43 bedrooms had been left askew by whoever dusted it. The wine cellar even had a dismal selection of Merlot; the fact that she doesn't drink Merlot was irrelevant. The day she arrived nearly a quarter of the staff had been fired. After all, if they had wanted to keep their jobs they should have done their jobs correctly! More were let go in the following days, until her parents were forced to send her better help from their private summer estates, ones that knew her, and how to meet her expectations. She pulls the hand-embroidered Egyptian cotton sheets over her body and shivers. It's clearly not exactly twenty degrees Celsius like she had requested! This is nineteen, possibly even eighteen! Utterly ridiculous! She pulls the eiderdown comforter to her neck and somehow allows herself to relax. She slows her breathing, and allows her tense body to limply sink into the king-sized Hästens mattress. The transferred help will be starting before she even wakes, and then this ridiculous nightmare would be over. She sleeps so soundly that she doesn't hear the dripping sound of pink slime slowly oozing through the waterproof seam along one of her bedroom's windows. It drips from the sill, where it reconstitutes into a roiling mass on her bedroom floor.   A Serviceable Introduction You straighten your apron and adjust your hair in the mirror. The change would be imperceptible to most, but Her Royal Highness was not the average person. To call it a thankless job would be an understatement. Many servants had come and gone based on that alone. You were different. You accepted it. Of course it was thankless, it was your job. The best servants know that their objective is to blend into the background. The challenge is to move and serve while being completely unseen and unthanked. Despite your young age, you're a professional and one of the best. You can say that without even a trace of pride or boasting. You started serving when you were thirteen. You had helped your father, one of the many groundskeepers, to gather sticks that had fallen in the gardens. You straighten your sleeves and check that the folds of your dress are properly aligned. You think of that hot, sweaty, miserable thirteen year old boy. If he could only see you now! From nameless landscaping helper to Hall Boy for a year...then, after some introspection and self-revelation, Scullery Maid for three years, followed by a shifting flux between Laundry Maid and Housemaid for five years, and then, unfortunately, Lady's Maid. You had been cursed with a critical eye for details nobody, yourself included, could possibly ever care about. Unfortunately this also meant you were one of the few staff members capable of meeting the insane demands of Her Royal Highness. You could tell if the mixed fruit was mixed wrong, or if the bedspread looked a degree or two askew. This meant that the job of dealing with the royal pain in the ass almost always fell to you. You didn't like it, but it did earn you a level of respect. By taking on the Princess's demands, you saved the jobs and reputation of the other servants who would, rightfully, not notice that the spoon should be served to the right of the teacup and angled to an eleven O'clock position. You sigh. You look perfect and ready for the day. It's 3:00 AM and you're still exhausted. You thought that since she'd moved to a different fully-staffed estate that you were finally rid of her for a while, but no...you could never be free of her so easily. You arrived by bus. You had to stand, and twice you jolted awake just in time to keep yourself from falling over. Afterward, you walked the half-mile to the servant's entrance. Without even a day's warning you had been told that you'd be moving here for the foreseeable future. You hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye to the staff that had been your family for years. You try not to think about it. You place your bag of clothing and essentials inside the door. Your name and position are on the tag. A dozen other bags have been piled there, to be brought to rooms once they've been assigned. You read the tags to see if anyone else you know has been shipped here at her Highness demand. You recognize Pierre, the sommelier, Aggie the scullery maid, and Simon the Footman. You close your eyes and breathe out in relief. At least Simon is here. Having a friend you can vent to should be a requirement for this job. The hallway clock reads 5:30. You're here early. Simon is probably getting a full tour of the closets and responsibilities he'll be taking over. Afterward he'll be nearby, equally cranky about the transfer, and having his usual pre-work cigarette. You go to the kitchen. The staff there are probably really confused and frustrated at the dietary whims of the princess. You spend the next half-hour showing the staff how to make her standard breakfast. Her Highness likes strawberry yogurt, not strawberry-flavored yogurt. The fruit should be mixed thoroughly, but with the grapes along the sides of the bowl, and the cantaloupe should only be cut from the softer center of the melon, never the firmer part near the rind. The toast should only be whole-wheat except for Saturdays when she usually wants white bread. At exactly 6:03 you knock on the door. Her alarm will have awoken her three minutes ago, Then she’d have one minute to rub her eyes and fully awaken, another minute to sit up and get comfortable, and a final minute to scroll through the most important updates on her social media. When you open the door in exactly 15 seconds she'll be sitting up among a mountain range of down pillows, her chin held high. She'll be oozing with poise, dignity, and a level of pride that most people find appealing in royalty. She'll raise her arms in a graceful manner that signals, ‘You have been blessed with the opportunity to place the tray across my lap.’ At least you always know exactly what to expect.   Chapter 1: Princess The silver and mahogany clock chimes the hour. Six clear small 'dings' emanate from the ornate clock atop the antique chevet as a tiny golden bell-ringer strikes the silver bell. You decide that it's too loud, and entirely the wrong tone. You will simply have to speak to someone about it. You rub your eyes gently, so as to not cause wrinkles in your delicate skin. You shift your weight to sit up, and...something is wrong. Very wrong. You freeze, your upper body supported by your elbows. When you moved, you felt your bottom...glide over something wet and slimy for a few inches, then there was a tug at your waist, as though you were wearing something quite heavy. You move your hips to one side, then the other. The sensation of slipping and gliding over something wet and gooey is abhorrent. Did you have an accident in bed? You can't bear to look. You lift your knees and realize that there's some kind of mass pressing your legs apart. You squeeze them together as much as you can, and feel a glooping, sliding, viscous gush as the pressure of your thighs forces wet slop to splurt between your cheeks and labia with a soft squishing sound. You rip the sheets and comforter from your body and recoil in horror at the large bulge under your nightgown. This is no accident! You slowly and carefully raise the hem of your nightgown to your stomach. You sit up in bed, the pink translucent thing moving with you, clinging to your waist and crotch. You marvel in macabre horror at the pink object. If this is a prank, it's not funny. You'll fire the entire staff for this! Actually, fuck that! This is assault! You'll have them arrested and behind bars for life without a trial! You’ll make them all disappear! You start to slip two thumbs under the waistband of the....thing. The waist seems to be glued to your skin! You press harder, attempting to slip your nails between it and yourself. The ‘waist band’  tightens hard, clamping down onto you. You're too shocked to even scream. You withdraw your hands quickly, as though they've been snapped at by some creature. This thing is alive! You leap from the bed and stagger a little as the wet bulk droops from your hips. You regain your balance and pull off your nightgown. You poke the diaper with your finger, and it squishes easily into the pink surface, it’s like pressing against jello wrapped in a thin latex skin. You grip the thing gently and tug at it. When that doesn't work you begin yanking, trying to jam your thumbs between it and your body. It responds by tightening further. squeezing your waist and compressing firmly, but not painfully. Normally you would eat your breakfast, get dressed, then use the bathroom. You shouldn't need to pee for at least another hour, but it's squeezing your waist and tummy so firmly that your mostly-full bladder is aching from the pressure. You're near tears as you pull and tear at the thing. You are NOT going to piss yourself! There isn't a single reality in which that will EVER happen! A knock at the door makes your heart stop for a moment. You glance at yourself in the floor-length gilded mirror. You're completely naked, and for the first time you see what this....creature....looks like. It is very clearly a diaper. An odd one, but definitely a large gelatinous diaper. It looks like some obscure sex toy some pervert would wear, not a princess! The surface even has subtle wrinkles around the waist where tapes would be! You CANNOT be seen like this! In less than ten seconds the door will open and a maid will see you like this! In a flash you picture it: her talking to the other staff about how ridiculous you looked in a sagging diaper, and then the rumor would spread...If this ever gets to the press you will never live it down. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! what do I do!" you think in desperation and terror.   Chapter 2: Maid You push the door open slowly. The chances that she's still asleep are slim, but always present. There's a sudden movement that you don't quite catch. As usual, Her Highness is sitting up in bed, looking toward the window in a perfectly practiced pose that practically drips with poise and elegance. She turns her head to face you and nods slightly. You cross the large bedroom quickly and silently. If she wants you to talk she'll initiate. As you approach you notice that she appears flushed. She's hiding it well, but her nostrils are flared and she's fighting the urge to breathe rapidly. As you’ve done hundreds of times before, you lower the legs of the tray, place it across her lap, and press it down into the pillow-like surface of the comforter to secure and level it. As you press though, there's a squelching gurgle. "You should have come earlier. Clearly you can hear that I'm starving." She places a hand on her stomach. Her face is a deep pink now. "My apologies, Ma'am. I shall be here earlier tomorrow." you say. You lower your gaze and perform the 'apologetic curtsy' from your large arsenal of situational curtsies.  As you curtsey, you notice a crumpled nightgown on the floor. and realize that the princess is naked. Of course, you’ve helped her dress and undress countless times, but to be naked in bed and leave her laundry crumpled on the floor was unusual to say the least. Her highness is nothing if not a creature of habit and a perfectionist. You hear a slow hiss, and a trickle. A draft? Perhaps an old pipe? These old buildings have been known to make all manner of noises. Her Highness's mouth is open slightly and her blushing couldn't possibly be any more red. Her hips shift, and through the comforter you notice her feet trembling. I-is she- Her eyes refocus on you. "It-I-I-It was entirely too cold last night! S-See that the temperature is set correctly." she stammers. You curtsy again and check the thermostat. It's actually set too low for her preference! It’s yet another odd thing you can’t explain. The princess is practically a thermostat in human form. To say a cold room is too hot…  You adjust it to twenty degrees Celsius. If she were anyone else you’d ask if she's feeling alright, but it's not your place as a maid to air suspicions of royal health, and doing so would be certain to stir her royal temper. You enter the massive walk-in closet and select a robe. You place it on the bedside table for her to use, should she decide to be modest when she rises. You return to the closet to retrieve her outfit for today. "May I inquire as to your intentions today, Ma'am?" You ask. your hand drifts over the expansive section of swimsuits "Perhaps a day by the pool?" "No! Um, not today." you move some clothing aside and see a cute tennis outfit that costs more than most people's rent. "Perhaps some tennis today then, Ma'am?" "No. Nothing active or, um, revealing. It's...f-far too cold for any of that. In fact, I'm entirely too cold today. Lay out something long. The bulkier the better. A long, thick coat, I think." The request takes you off-guard. It's a warm sunny day! Not necessarily hot, but by no means cold enough for a coat. "Yes'm" you say and select a long wool coat and a simple, yet elegant knit winter dress. You leave the closet to hang them on the decorative chifferobe. As you emerge from the closet, you make note of her change in position. She's standing by the Davenport, once again looking poised and regal in the long fluffy robe you had set out. There's...some smell that wasn't here a few minutes ago. You sniff the air. What is it? It's definitely not something that should be here. You've definitely smelled it before. You lower your nose to your chest and sniff. It's not coming from you…cheap, oily fried food? No, that isn't it. That would be impossible. Her Highness would never eat anything fried. Doing so would probably kill her. "What are you doing, girl?" she asks. You snap to the present. "My apologies, but I thought I smelled an odd odor." "I smell nothing. I assure you any odd odor you smell is one you have brought with you," she says defensively, her face still crimson, "Open the windows. I will not be subject to your stench." "Yes'm," you curtsy deeply. "I did not mean to imply otherwise. I apologize for my smell." "bitch," you think, as you start opening all the windows. There's one thing that has been nagging at you since you received the transfer order.  "Ma'am, if I may be so bold? The Maid whose position I'm taking...may I ask in what capacity she failed you? For my own education of course." "Ugh, where to start!" She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Most egregiously, she entered my room far too early, then asked what I wanted for breakfast. Does this look like a common diner? Did she expect me to order a chicken fried steak and a slice of pie? Then when she brought my breakfast, it was entirely wrong!" "I'm sorry to hear that, Ma'am. I shall have to educate her."  You gather up the tray and arrange the empty dishes.You’ll have to see if you can find this maid. She’ll either need a comforting presence, or a comrade to talk shit to. Her Highness scoffs. "Impossible. I told her to take the day to get her affairs in order and then ordered the housekeeper to dismiss her." Of course. Anything else would be out of character for this insufferable cunt. "Maybe you should take the day to get fucked, you giant insufferable crybaby." You think. Of all the awful things she does, firing people for random transgressions really makes your blood boil. Not that you would ever show it. To think! Ruining someone's life over something so minor! "I'm sure she won't make the same mistake at her next position, Ma'am." you say blankly. You turn and pause. Her Highness's mouth is wide open and she's white as a sheet. Her legs are shaking and she's using the davenport to steady herself. Her breath is fast, and there's sweat on her brow. "Ma'am, Would you perhaps-" "Get out!" she yells, her voice breaks and there's a wild desperation in her voice. You have never seen her like this before.  "Yes Ma'am, before I go, should I-" "Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" her voice is frantic. She points to the door and her arm is trembling, but you've already crossed the room. You close the door behind you, look up and down the hallway to make sure nobody is looking, then press your ear to the door. You hear a thump, and a crash. "Get off! FUCK! Get off you fucking disgusting-hngh! ah! oh! oh! oh god! Get offfffff! hnnngh!" You step back from the door. What the fuck. What the actual fuck is going on. You turn. and walk quickly down the hallway. You have to tell someone about this.   Chapter 3: Princess You stand regally in an Oscar-worthy performance of your usual self. Inside though, you're on the verge of total mental collapse. Did this maid notice that you'd pissed yourself? Was that what she said she smelled? Does she know that a mass of slime is stroking up and down your slit right now? all while sucking and softly squeezing your clit? The mental strain is immense. You're forcing every muscle in your body and face to not react, but the facade is thin, and getting thinner every second. Fuck, why is this stupid maid being so slow?! Maybe this is all her doing! She could have put this thing on you while you slept, and now she’s watching the show, enjoying every moment of your suffering, while feigning ignorance. Wait, she had said something. Something about talking to the last maid you fired? Talking to her? You pretend to have heard what she said and scoff. "Impossible. I told her to take the day to get her affairs in order and then ordered the housekeeper to dismiss her." The maid's hand pauses, just for a fraction of a second. She didn't like that at all. In that millisecond you hope she'll say something. Anything at all that might indicate she disapproves...then you'll get rid of her as well. Your attention is ripped from the maid as a gelatinous tendril parts your labia and presses against you, feeling for the opening of your vagina. You fight the impulses to scream, moan, collapse, or tear at the diaper. The maid says something, but you don't hear it. The mass of stiff jelly is moving back and forth slowly, but the pace is slowly increasing. Your mouth opens and you barely stifle a gasp as a second tendril snakes its way along the crack between your cheeks, searching for another opening. Your facade is slipping. Your legs are shaking. You won't be standing much longer. This stupid fucking maid! Why is she still here! "Ma'am, Would you perhaps-" "Get out!" You try to sound like the princess you are, an angry one that has suffered a transgression and is now full of God-ordained righteous fury. You fail. It sounds almost feral. "Yes Ma'am, before I go, should I-" "Get out! Get out! GET OUT!"  You're screaming. You haven’t screamed in years! A stern word has always been enough. The maid gasps in fear and flees before you finish the last 'get out'. The door hasn't even closed fully when you collapse to the floor. you flail for something to grab, and knock a vase to the ground with a crash. You're writhing and pressing against your pink diaper. There's nothing you can do… you're being fucked thoroughly and deeply both analy and vaginally. You’ve never felt this full and stimulated before! In addition to the pulsating penetration, your clit and labia are being rubbed and squeezed by oozing, seeping, gelatinous slime. You're moaning and gasping like a common whore, intermittently praying to god and swearing long strings of curses between gasps as you clutch, and tear at the disgusting living diaper. In a brief moment of clarity you remember the windows! They're open! Any servant working the grounds might hear you! Why in fuck's name did you tell the maid to open them? Using all your will power you crawl to the first window and pull yourself up the leather sofa. You slam the window and latch it with shaky hands. Closing the windows becomes your own personal Everest for the next hour. Every few thrusts the implements fucking you change. The texture shifts between smooth, bumpy, ribbed, bulbous, twisted, conical, and cylindrical at completely random intervals. You're reduced to crawling slowly, occasionally falling forward into a face-down, pink squishy ass-up position when both your intruders happen to thrust hard simultaneously. There's no rhythm or pace that you can become accustomed to, Every thrust happens at random with absolutely no warning. After crawling about the room, and somehow managing to knock over most pieces of furniture, you slam the final window and collapse onto your diaper with a sloppy wet squish that pushes your intruders into your ass and pussy simultaneously. Now that the windows are closed you can focus on removing this disgusting fucking diaper!  Above the vanity is a trophy of arms! The crossed swords are surely dull and decorative, but the tips look sharp and are made of metal. How sharp do they need to be to cut through goop anyway? You crawl to the vanity, hurried by the sensation that the slimy protuberances fucking you seem to growing...widening. You use it to steady yourself as you stand, then you carefully climb onto it. Your legs are wobbling, and the spindly legs of the vanity are wobbling too. You pull at one of the swords, but the whole trophy of arms is rather solid. You heave with all your might and weight. and- CRASH The coat of arms comes free along with a large section of plaster. One of the vanity legs breaks free with a splintering 'crack' and you tumble to the ground. The fall hurts, and you know you've probably bruised your elbow, but you can’t possibly care right now. You step on one of the swords and pull at the handle. The thin decorative blade snaps and you fall backward onto your diaper with yet another wet squish that sends a torrent of slime shooting up between your labia and cheeks. Without hesitation you turn the jagged blade toward your diaper and plunge it down into the soft surface. As the blade contacts your diaper though, the diaper bites down hard on your clit and a tendril shoots up, hitting your cervix hard, simultaneously the tendril in your ass swells and grows, stretching you painfully. Pure pain rips through your body and you fling the broken sword away from you. You curl and convulse coughing and cramping from the onslaught. When you recover there isn't even a mark on the diaper where you stabbed it. The fucking continues, mercilessly and thoroughly. You cum right there on the floor, You arch your back and scream as you convulse in the throes of orgasm, but the fucking doesn't stop or even slow. The orgasmic pleasure instantly becomes severe over-stimulation, Everything is aching, tingly, and sore. Thinking is getting harder now for some reason. There's some strange smell that you don't recognize. You're panting like a bitch in heat, moaning and squealing like a slut, rocking your hips and thrusting against your hands. You have to do something! How much more of this can you take!? You crawl to the bed and pull at the bedding, bringing it to the ground. You dig through the sheets and comforter for a minute until you manage to find your phone. You're shaking so hard you can barely hold it, but you manage to unlock it. Your finger hesitates over the 'call' button. You are Her Royal Highness, Heir to the throne, among various other titles. You shouldn't be seen like this! You CAN'T be seen like this! You'd be better off dead! This....thing....it surely can't do this forever? and being fucked won't kill you...you can wait this out, right?   Chapter 4: Maid You hastily make your way out of the manor, and walk quickly across the gravel path through the extensive garden. It's still cool, but you're out of breath as you make your way through the first floor of the building, out one of the back exits, and as expected, you find him. He's leaning limply against the stone wall, taking in the sunrise and enjoying a cigarette. He's never been tall, maxing out at about 5'7. He's handsome, even if his lightweight build and footman uniform make him look a bit boyish. You bend over, panting until you catch your breath, and crunch up the pea-gravel path to where he is. He gives you a subtle nod.  "I see you got transferred too," he holds out the cigarette to you, "I was taking comfort in the thought that at least you wouldn't be waiting on that cunt of a princess anymore." You take the cigarette and slump against the stone wall next to him. "At least 'the twins' are back together I guess," he says allowing the smoke to filter out through his nostrils. Ah yes, 'the twins', a shorthand nickname for the two of you. His story isn't much different from your own, except in the opposite direction. The original nickname was 'the gender twins' since you seemed to be about the same age, and started to transition at the same time. Most of the jokes back then had been along the lines of you two sapping each-other's assigned genders. Things like you stealing his boobs, him stealing your voice…dumb stuff like that. As you both finished your transition journeys, the 'gender' part of the nickname became lost to time. Now everyone just called you 'the twins' because you were usually found smoking and bullshitting together. New hires genuinely thought you were Simon's twin sister. "Might be done with the royal bitch for good though." You inhale deeply. Fuck, you needed this. Like most staff, you’re hooked on the occasional dose of nicotine. "Oh?" His eyebrows go up but he doesn't take his eyes off the horizon. "She... like...actually screamed at me." You pass it back to him. "I didn't even do anything different from what I usually do. She just...lost it… I'm probably fired. Has anyone else said anything about her acting weird lately?" He passes the cigarette back to you.  "Nope. Just the usual. She's just as humongous of a bitch as she ever was," he says. You take another inhale and let the smoke drift from your mouth as you talk.  "Weird thing is, once I was out of the room it sounded like she was having sex with someone, and not the quiet peaceful kind of sex either...but I’m certain she was alone when I left." He takes the cigarette from your hand. You continue: "I don't know...something about it...I kind of want to go back and check in, make sure she's not like...sick or something. She was sweating like crazy, talking about how she was too hot and too cold." He makes a dismissive gesture with the cigarette.  "She was probably just jerking off over scaring you. Fuck her. You know the other day she had a girl scrubbing a spot in the carpet for an hour?" he says "Cleaning is in the job description, you know." "The spot was part of the pattern in the carpet. Her Highness didn't want to admit that she was wrong about the spot being a stain." "Oh." "Then she fired the girl for failing a 'simple' task." He rests his head against the cool stone of the building, looks up at the sky, and exhales a long smoky breath. "Fucking monster." "There was also a weird smell." You say, accepting the cigarette back from him. "It was like…like cheap fried food and...I don't know...something else?" "Huh. She doesn't eat fried food." he says. "I know! It was like-" Your synapses finally make the connection. You know where you’ve smelled that scent before! "It was identical to how my niece smells!" You stand and motion with the cigarette. "Every month I have dinner with my sister and my niece, who’s a toddler! and she always smells like wet diapers and those shitty little dinosaur chicken nuggets!" "You think the princess is pissing herself and eating chicken nuggets? If you ever catch that send me a pic, I could do with the amusement" Simon says with a chuckle. He puts out the cigarette butt and lights another. "This is a two cigarette morning, clearly." You're both silent for a while. as you enjoy the soft breeze and the view of the immaculate, sprawling garden. You break the silence first.  "I told my niece that I worked for Rarity...you know, the pony? It was the closest cartoon character comparison I could think of." He considers it for a minute.  "I can see it. They're both fussy and particular. Rarity isn't a massive bitch though," he says "What cartoon character is a massive bitch?" you ask, taking a drag on the cigarette "Hmmm...Caillou" he says with a smirk. You snort smoke. "Yeah, that's a different kind of bitch though." You're both silent again. "I hate this wall. Our old wall was better." "Yeah...I agree." Both your phones ding. You unlock your phone and read the message. "She's not to be disturbed for the day." He exhales a smoky sigh.  "At least we'll have some peace and quiet while she's sick, fucking, eating nuggets, pissing herself or whatever the hell she's doing. Let me know whichever it is," he says. After you finish your smoke, the rest of the day is spent cleaning, organizing, and preparing for the next day. You wonder a few times what the princess could be up to in her room all day, but otherwise enjoy an uneventful day without Her Highness's incessant demands. The next morning you arrive at her door with breakfast. Through the door you smell that same toddler smell, though it's far stronger now. She couldn’t actually be eating frozen chicken nuggets, could she? You knock and count to fifteen, as you always do, then enter. You gasp. the room is destroyed! Everything has been knocked off of the furniture! There's a broken trophy of arms on the floor amid plaster and debris! The vanity has broken and spilled expensive perfumes and makeup everywhere! The bedding is strewn across the floor! Even most of the paintings have been knocked to the floor! The most shocking thing isn't the destruction though. It's the princess herself; wearing nothing but a swollen pink diaper she's propped limply against the foot of the bed, her legs are splayed outward.. Her hair is a wild frizzy mess and her skin is glistening and dripping with sweat. You close the door behind you and approach softly. Her face is turned toward the ceiling and her eyes are closed. You would think she's asleep, but she's trembling like a leaf. The toddler smell is making your head feel fuzzy. You drop silently to your knees and place the tray next to her. She's the biggest, most massive bitch...but despite that, at this moment...she looks so innocent and weak. "Y-Your Highness?" You whisper. She doesn't react. She's just breathing deep ragged breaths, as though she’s catching her breath after running several miles. You touch her thigh, and her eyes open slowly. She levels her gaze and looks at you. There's no anger on her face. There's not even a hint of recollection. She’s using all her focus and mental ability just to focus on you. "Ma'am, are you okay?" When she speaks it's a low, rasping croak. "Water?" It's barely audible. You place the tray over her lap, and she moves so quickly that it startles you. She forgoes the silverware. She chugs everything in her glass, and then uses both hands to eat the fruit. It's barbaric, primal, and nothing like how she normally eats. You stare, aghast, as this completely new person in front of you clutches at the yogurt and pours it into her mouth, a non-marginal amount spills out around her mouth, staining her face pink. She's making a mess, eating with her mouth open, obviously too hungry and thirsty for even the smallest form of etiquette. What the ever-living fuck happened in here?   Chapter 5 : Princess After six hours, time lost meaning, after 12 hours you lost the ability to differentiate between over-stimulation, orgasms, and the usual sensation of being slime-fucked. You writhe on the floor endlessly. You writhe on the bed for an eternity. You try to stand a few times, only to fall against walls and furniture, or if you're extra unlucky, onto the squishy slime locked around your waist, driving the protuberances deeply into you when you do so. You pull and wrench at the torturous thing until your arms ache. You try to stab and cut at the awful thing multiple times, but It quickly teaches you that any attempt to come near it with a sharp implement results in stratospheric pain levels for you. Out of all other options, you gasp, moan, scream and cry all day and all night. You muffle yourself by gasping and howling your uncontrollable orgasms into a pillow to prevent the staff from overhearing your shameful condition. With every minute your thoughts seem to slow, as though you're trying to think with a head full of viscous syrup. Logic is impossible, thoughts are hard, and words are difficult to find. 'Thingy' replaces most of the nouns.  One of the few last sensible thoughts you have is a realization that something is wrong mentally. "I'm actually being fucked stupid! I have to get out of this...this...thingy!" You’re not sure how much time passed since then, but you feel an intense dread as you look at the clock and think "The thingy has the big thingy up and the little thingy to one side...which means..." and find that you can't read the time anymore. It’s still dark outside, and it feels like it’s been dark for an eternity, but you assume it must be early morning. You can no longer feel your arms or legs, and your eyes and throat are burning. Every fiber of your being is exhausted, but your diaper still won't let you sleep. You're experiencing mini-blackouts, blinking to find that small amounts of time have passed. You don't know exactly how much time though because you no longer understand the clock. You're losing your sense of self! your vocabulary and all your logical thoughts! You're seeing flashes of images, impressions of objects, and having words pop into your head that you would never say. You look at the broken sword blade and you think, "Owchie." You fight to remember what it's actually called but all thoughts longer than a single word are interrupted by a change in the rhythm, depth, and shape being used to ceaseless fuck both your holes. You don't know how long you've been on the floor, limply slumped against the foot of your bed. You can’t move any part of your body even if you want to. Every nerve is on fire, every muscle aches and burns. Sweat drips into your eyes and you can't be bothered to care as your eyes sting and your vision blurs.  All you can do is shake and twitch, too exhausted and overstimulated to even react to the endlessly creative stimulation your diaper is performing. The muscles in your neck are the last to give out and your head falls back against the bed. You stare at the ceiling and black out again.     The next day starts with the door opening. The slime, still buried within you, immediately returns to a lifeless near-liquid state, though you're too exhausted to even care. You can feel it slowly oozing from your stretched and destroyed- your... You don't recall what they're called, you don't recall anything. You don't even recall that you should be able to recall these things. Somebody says something but they're a thousand miles away. something cool touches you and you slowly drift to the present moment. With great difficulty, you lower your head. A person is kneeling next to you. They look concerned. You think you know them, but you're not sure from where. She says something but you can't focus enough to understand it. There’s one word you do remember though. You force dry air through your dry throat and dry mouth. "Water?" As if by magic, you blink and a tray is across your lap. You clutch the glass in shaking hands and drink in large greedy gulps until the glass is drained, then you shovel the food into your mouth by the fistful. You barely taste the mouthfuls as you swallow. The woman stands and heads for the door. Panic fills you in an instant. Your...diapee...that sounds like the right word, only stopped when she entered! It might start again when she leaves! "No weeve!" You scream with your mouth full of food. You'd be trembling with fear, if you weren't already trembling from your ordeal. She says something hard to understand and is gone. The door closes and you flinch, but your diaper remains motionless. You swallow and wait. You don't want to be alone with your diapee anymore! You're so scared she might not come back, that you might be stuck here forever at the mercy of the slimy thing between your legs! When she returns she's out of breath. She has so many things! The best thing she brought was a gallon of liquid that’s sweet and cold. You do your best to tip it and drink from it, but your sore aching muscles are too weak and it's too heavy to control well. You gulp it down as it spills around your face and down your body. The cold liquid feels good as it pours down your neck, breasts and tummy. It's refreshing if not a little sticky. The woman gently takes the jug from your hands and supports your head, tipping it slowly and precisely against your mouth so you can drink. Then she produces a thingy with thingies on it. You only recognize them as things you can eat. The proper words are gone. She's barely placed it onto the thingy across your lap before you're grabbing the thingies in trembling fists and eating as quickly as you can. As you eat, she stands, watches you for a bit, and her head twitches, as though she’s had a weird thought, and then she begins moving thingies, using thingies as thingies to move other thingies. What was the word for that? You know it! Clean! She's doing a clean! You finish the last of your food and then your hands fall limply to your sides. She returns, looks at you, and gasps so loudly that it makes you flinch. She takes a step backward, staggering a little bit. You look behind you and see nothing. You look down and only see the thingy that had food. She steps forward slowly, her hand over her mouth. What was so amazing? She lowers her hand from her open mouth, purses her lips, closes her eyes, and takes three deep breaths. Was something scary? What's happening? When she opens them, she has a look of determination on her face. She removes the tray from your lap, and tries to help you to your feet. Your legs might as well be made of the jelly in your diapee. You collapse onto your bottom with a loud squish and a sickening wet fart noise as residual air and slime is forced from your… thingy. The woman instead puts one hand under your knees and one behind your back. Then groans loudly as she picks you up, carrying you into the room with the big white hard thingies with water. She grunts with effort as she lowers you into warm soapy water. She uses a cup to pour water over your hair, and massages something sweet smelling into your scalp. You can feel your diapee getting bigger, spreading your legs. The woman can't see it because of all the soapy bubbles! You whimper and hope it's not going to start doing things again. You gasp as your diapee begins to compress. The water begins to flood INSIDE of you! You turn quickly toward the woman and clutch at your diapee. "The stuff! It's going in!" Your whisper hoarsely, the closest you can come to a scream. She looks at you blankly. "what?" She says. It's the first thing she's said that you understand. "It's going in! All the stuff into my thingies!" you whisper again, as loudly as you can. She blinks. Those were the right words, weren't they? You look up at her, desperate for help as your tummy expands with warm water. She uses a hand to turn your head away from her, and resumes washing your hair and skin. You decide that the stuff going in your thingies must be normal if she's not reacting to it. Anyway, after what you've been through, this is nothing. You try to tell her everything that happened to you, about the thingy doing things to your thingies, about how hard it was to close all the thingies, and using the owie to try and get the thingy off, but she’s either ignoring you, or she doesn’t understand at all.  She plops you onto the floor and rubs you down with a towel, brushes your hair, and carries you to the thingy that you sleep on. She motions for you to raise your hands, which you do. She drapes a soft thingy you sleep in over you and helps pull your hands through the thingies. Then she helps you rest your head on the soft thingy and pulls the thick warm thingy over your body. She says something complex but you understand the word 'rest'. Her tone is soft and comforting. She's so nice! She did a big clean on all your messes! she did a big clean on you too! She gave you food and helped you eat and drink...there's a word someone like that...you know it. It starts with a 'mmm' sound! It’s her job title! Muh, mae, moo...Mah! Mah sounded close! Mot, mol, mon, mom... The word flashes into your brain like lighting. You have it! You know who and what she is. It's all she could ever be! You point at her.  "Mommy!" You're so proud of yourself for solving this mystery. She freezes in place and turns slowly to face you. You point again. "Mommy!" her face goes from white to red so fast! She slowly raises a finger and points back at you. She swallows loudly and slowly says, "Baby." You nod once. That sounds right. Then you turn onto your side, burying your head into the soft...pillow. It's called a pillow! And you're on a bed! You smile and close your eyes. The cool breeze from the open windows feels so nice and you can feel so many more words coming back to you! "Soon I'll be normal." you think as you fall asleep. " A normal baby for Mommy."   Chapter 6 : Maid You collapse into the wingback chair. "What the shit! What the actual shit!?!" You run your hands through your hair. Did all of that really happen? You walk through it all in your mind. You came in to find the room destroyed and the princess in a giant squishy clear diaper. You know it was clear! You could see her hairless pussy through it! You try to recall the play-by-play. You had started cleaning. Then you'd thought about how weird her diaper looked. It was obviously such strange fetish gear. It didn't look anything like a real diaper! After that you compared it to your niece's diapers...the ones with Strawberry Shortcake on them...and when you looked back at the pink and clear diaper...there was Strawberry Shortcake! It looked exactly like the diaper you were thinking of! Did the princess do it? You push that thought from your mind. The princess was babbling like an idiot about 'thingies' and eating with her fists like a toddler. She couldn't change a thought, much less read minds and change her diaper in the seconds your back was turned. Were you going crazy? What was that "Mommy" business about? Yesterday you were fine calling her a bitch, but now... You look at her, sleeping softly, clutching at a pillow, a string of drool running down her cheek. You look at her and the first word that comes to mind is 'adorable' in a pathetic helpless kind of way. At least your head is clearing now! Maybe there's a gas leak in this room or something. Fuck, when you were bathing her you actually almost pinched her cheek because she looked so little and cute! She whimpers softly in her sleep. An impulse fills you, only for a moment. For that brief moment you think of laying next to her, pulling her head into the soft space between your breast and shoulder and stroking her head to soothe her. You shake your head. What the actual fuck is going on?! The princess stirs and her eyes open slightly. She sees you and they fly open. "You!" She tries to leap out of bed, but her legs are still too weak. She collapses onto her squishy butt. She doesn't allow this to interrupt her rage though. She points at you accusingly. "You did this to me! I remember now! I woke up to this...THING on me! Then you came in and it started assaulting me! Then you came back and it stopped!" Her rage is incandescent. "I-I-I didn't! I swear!" you put up your hands, palms out in what you hope is a calming gesture. "I came in and you weren't decent! I just tried to help!" "Liar!" She looks down and gasps at the smiling face of Strawberry Shortcake. She looks at you, her mouth open in shock and horror. The emotion immediately transitions to volcanic rage. "You swapped it out with a new one last night while I slept!" "I-I didn't! I swear!" She tries to stand again, only to fall embarrassingly onto her squishy butt again. "Take it OFF!!! Or I'll-I'll..." She's too angry to even think. She screams; too full of rage to possibly express it in words. "PRISON! FOR LIFE!" she's shrieking now. "I'LL MAKE SURE YOU-" Her stomach gurgles, and her face goes white as a torrent of hot diarrhea loudly erupts into her diaper. It actually swells noticeably as the mess droops between her legs. She clutches at her sides as the cramping expels loud gassy spurts into her squishy padding. When she's done filling her diaper, she glares daggers at you. "TAKE IT OFF NOW, MOMMY!" Her hands clap over her mouth far too late to stop the word from being said. She blushes adorably. "I-I meant M-Mommy! Momm-, Mo-... No!....not Mommy! Your job! I meant your position as my Momm-" Her screaming dies away into a confused whisper as he lowers her gaze, muttering, trying to say something she's forgotten. Maid! She's trying to say 'maid'. Somehow it's been replaced in her head by 'mommy'! She returns her attention to you with barely-contained rage. "What. Have. You. Done. To. Me!" She growls. Something in your head clicks. She's spread-legged on the floor, wearing a shit-filled diaper, calling you Mommy. She's not in control. You are. You must take control now and maintain it, or you'll lose control forever when she calls security. What awaits you is life in prison, and interrogations as to what this weird diaper is and how to get it off of her. Torture might even be a possibility. Chapter 7 : Princess You'd been screaming a tirade of threats, and, as usual, it had been working. Her hands were up in a defensive stance, and she was taking steps backward, terrified of your wrath. You hadn't even let making poopies stop you from lashing out against her. It took a lot of willpower, but you'd even ignored the slimy diaper rubbing and probing you in response to your mess.  Then you'd said 'Mommy' and immediately lost all control of the situation. Your tirade became muttering in an instant. How had she done this? What else had she brainwashed you to say and do? You race through your mind trying to check all your words. What else had changed? You keep trying to say something besides 'Mommy' but keep failing every time.  You know this word! For fuck’s sake, she wears a black and white uniform and cleans! Women who do that are called ‘mommies’! Fuck, no, that’s still not right! When you look up, she's no longer cowering, She's standing tall, and she's closed the distance between you. She places a foot on the front of your diaper and presses down. The diaper squishes, and the pressure of the edging increases. The force of will keeping you composed, cracks, and you stifle a moan. She looks down at you, and her eyes are icy and cold. "Tell me. Did you like yesterday? Would you like it to happen again? How about for a week? A month? A year? All I have to do is say the word. Tell me, little princess, What do you think your parents would think of their proud girl shitting herself without care and babbling incoherently? They might just bring back disappointment rooms, just for you." You try to swallow but your mouth and throat are dry. Her threat carries more weight than she realizes. Long ago the rich and powerful would keep embarrassing offspring in little "disappointment rooms" for their whole lives rather than allow the world to know the family wasn't perfect. She doesn't know that they never went away. Now though, you'd get shipped to some small, wretched property in a remote location where the staff operated under strict non-disclosure agreements. Nobody would hear anything from you, except for the carefully manipulated and controlled social media posts about you. "Y-you wouldn't! You stammer." But you know she would. Why wouldn't she? She'd already sicced this thingy on you, and now she's fucking with your head! What if this is her goal? To have you put away forever? She' s still glaring down at you. Her gaze is withering.  "You know what? I've decided. From now on, I am your mommy. Not because I want to be, but because you need one. You've been throwing such a nasty tantrum your entire life; being nothing but a spoiled, rotten, nasty brat. Isn't that right?" Your mouth is open. How could you have let the dynamic switch so quickly? "The proper response is 'Yes, Mommy'. Say it now." You still have plenty of fire left though. You try to reverse this, "No! I won't! You're not my mommy! You're only my m-...my mo-...you know!" You want to say her position under you...but you can only think of the word you absolutely won't say. "I've given myself a promotion. Now say 'Yes, Mommy' like a good little baby princess, or I'll trim down your vocabulary even more. Maybe I'll give yesterday a repeat," she says. You spit out the words in a hate-filled whisper. "Yes, Mommy" "Good enough...for now, I suppose. You'll be saying it with more respect soon, I'll wager." She retrieves the stool from the vanity, places it in the middle of the room, smooths out her dress, and sits. She adjusts the white apron, then turns her attention to you. "Your attitude this morning has been unacceptable. Over my lap. Now." "No!" She stands. "Very well. I'll leave, but once the door closes you'll be having another of the worst nights of your life...but it won't end when I return in the morning." She must be bluffing! She wouldn't! She walks to the door, opens it, steps through, and begins to close it. Would your nightmare repeat with the click of the latch? You can't take that risk. You scream, "Wait!" She re-enters the room, closes the door, and wordlessly returns to her position on the stool. She doesn't say anything, she just looks at you expectantly. You have no choice. You try to stand and collapse on your still-aching legs. She sighs impatiently. "Stop trying to be a big girl and just crawl! I don't have all day!" You gasp at the sheer insolence she's displaying! but you swallow the biting remark you want to yell at her, and crawl to her. As if crawling didn't make you feel small enough, she lifts you by your armpits over her lap. Your face burns hot and you know you're blushing intensely as she places a hand firmly on your lower back, securing you onto her lap. If her goal is to humiliate you, it's working. The first blow smacks against your diaper. "OW! Fuck!" Any notion of not feeling the spanking through your diapee evaporates instantly. You tumble to the floor as she stands abruptly without warning. "Ow! What the fuck are you doing?!" You yell. She walks to the bathroom, and returns with a new bar of hand soap. She doesn't threaten or command. She simply holds it in front of your face. You can smell the perfume-like scent just under your nose. She impatiently presses it to your lips. “Open. Now.” There's nothing you can say or do to get out of this. Slowly, gingerly, you open your mouth. She crams the soap into your mouth. Your teeth scrape off shavings of bitter soap that dissolve into a disgusting bitter flavor. You withdraw your tongue, to avoid touching the bar, but it doesn't matter, the flavor is inescapable. "Bite and hold. A proper lady controls her tongue." She perches herself on the stool and lifts you over her lap. "Drop it before I give permission, and you won't enjoy the consequences, Baby." Again and again her palm slaps against your diaper. Somehow the impacts sting and burn so much more intensely than they should through the thick jelly diaper.  You're kicking your legs and squealing into the bar of soap. After a few minutes you barely notice the soap. All your mind is on the savage spanking that you can't escape from. You're flailing, beating your hands against the floor, but her iron grip keeps you in position while her other hand continues the onslaught. When she's done, she gently places you on the ground and firmly directs your face upward to match her stare. "Did you learn a lesson? Or are we starting it over?" Fuck that! You sniff, choke back another sob, and nod your head. "Good girl." Your diapee strokes you softly and a tiny protrusion forms invisibly inside the diaper and begins to massage your thingy. It feels so tingly and sensitive. You blush. Was she making it do this as a reward for you? "Now, since you were so very naughty today, you're going to do some practice while I am away. Okay?" Her voice is soft, but her face tells you that you don't have a choice. You nod, and a long string of soapy drool drips onto your bare chest. Mommy picks you up and places you in front of the floor mirror. Gone is any semblance of dignified grace or nobility. Your wet Strawberry Shortcake diaper bulges between your spread legs. Your face is stained with tears, and you're helplessly drooling strings of sudsy saliva all over yourself, courtesy of the soap protruding from your mouth. Mommy holds your phone in front of your face, and it automatically unlocks. "Mmmmg!" You protest. "Hush, Baby." She pets your head as she opens the camera then props the phone up against the mirror. "It's just recording a little video so I can review it once I get back. I have to make sure you don't get into any trouble while Mommy's away!" She rubs your head. "Today we're going to have 'Yes, Mommy' lessons!" You're going to look at the stupid, drooling, diaper-filling baby in the mirror, and you're going to practice being her. You think you're a princess, but that silly baby is what I see, and that is what you are from now on. So, you're going to practice smiling and saying 'Yes, Mommy' like a good little girl." She pauses, and the hand petting your head turns into a stern grip as it clutches a fistful of your hair. "Try it now." "Yegth,Mm-mee" You gurgle miserably; hopelessly spitting drool all over yourself. Mommy giggles. "Well, it's a start!" She grabs your hands and positions them to the front of your bulging diaper. "Be a good baby and keep your hands here, unless the soap falls from your mouth. Then you'll suck your thumb with one hand like the stupid pants-filling infant you are. Okay, sweetie?" How was she making her tone so menacing, yet somehow so soft? "Don't stop making the gross little baby in the mirror say 'Yes, Mommy'. And don't worry about anyone outside hearing you, I've closed the windows so you can say it as loudly as you want." She walks to the door, and with a click of the latch she's gone. You look at your reflection and say "Yegth Mmmee", again drooling all over yourself. Damn her for using a phone to make sure you obey! Every moment you look at the reflection, you can feel your self respect erode a little more. Your hair is messy, your face is tear-stained, your mouth is full of soap, Your boobies shine and glisten with drool, and your diapee is swollen from all the poopies you couldn't keep inside when you pottied this morning! You shut your eyes tightly and whimper. You've been utterly defeated, and it happened so embarrassingly quickly. What's happening to you? You're so confused, angry and full of self-pity that you almost don't feel something wet and slippery start to slide over your hands.   Chapter 8 : Maid You close the door and collapse against it. You feel like you're going to pass out. "Make what happened last night happen again"? You don't even know what happened or what triggered it! If that bluff hadn't worked... You compose yourself and try to look calm as you walk quickly down the halls, searching for Simon. You need advice. It worked this time, but what do you do if she sends security after you? Or if she learns that you aren't the one that actually put the diaper on her? And even more worryingly, why did making her do all that start to excite you? Your shrunken member was straining against your panties the whole time! You find Simon standing, polishing a brass cabinet handle. "Simon! We have to talk!" you hiss under your breath. "Okay, I'm listening." he continues polishing the handle You look around to make sure the two of you are along. "I just spanked the ever-loving shit out of the princess!" You whisper. He pauses, and the rag falls from his hand. "Y-you what?" "I put her over my lap, spanked the shit out of her, soaped her mouth, and now she's in time-out!" "Y-you hit the princess?" His aghast mouth slowly turns into a smile. "Good for you. I've thought about it a few times myself." "Simon!" you hiss. "This is serious!" "I'm not saying it isn't. Tell me everything." You recount everything that happened from finding her acting like a brainless infantile husk in a diaper to asserting control over her with hollow threats and bluffs. "Huh." When he responds it's less of a reaction than you'd hoped. "Huh?! I just treated the princess like a toddler, and all I get is 'huh'?! I need advice! What should I do?!" "Well first, I want to see her. " You lower your voice, "If I bring you to her, she'll think you're in on this whole thing. Your head would roll, same as mine." He shrugs, "We've gotten in trouble together lots of times. This is no different." "Okay, but I warned you."  How is he always so stoic? Does anything really get to him? It's so annoying sometimes! You lead the way to Her Highness's chambers. Slowly and silently you push the handle down, and swing the door open just a crack. You and Simon peek through the crack. The princess is staring at herself in the mirror in an apparent trance. The soap is on the floor in front of her, and her thumb is pushed deeply into her mouth. "Yepth Mommy." She lisps around her thumb as a large string of drool joins the small river running down her chest and over her diaper. You close the door. "What the hell do I do now?!" you hiss. "Well, if you have her under your control and can maintain it...I'd say you have two options really." "And those are?! "You could try to help the little monster hide this. Maybe eventually get it off of her. Who knows, you might teach her to be a passable human being in the process." "And the other option?" You ask. He shrugs "Fuck with her. If you destroy her entire reputation and mind, and her parents think it's her idea... they might just wash their hands of her entirely. You’d have to fully degrade her, have her blow every servant in this place or something, or shit herself publicly...whatever it takes to make people think she's into this." You consider the two options. If you're nice and help the princess you might nurture a caring relationship. That momentary thought of cuddling her in bed and shushing her whimpers felt so innocent and perfect...She could be your perfect little baby...You could re-raise her lovingly, but firmly. ...On the other hand, when you shoved the hard bar of soap into her mouth you did throb at the momentary thought of stuffing her mouth with your cock. For a moment, you picture the princess completely brainless, on her knees in a dog bed, wearing a collar and waiting for you as her sole owner.   Chapter 9: Princess You feel wetness move over your hands. Your eyes shoot open. Clear slime is oozing slowly over your hands and up your arms. You scream as you feel it seep up upward. It stops just past your elbows. You try to scrape it off, to shake your arms, but your slippery arms just slide over each other ineffectively. You feel the slime start to harden, as it does, it pulls your arms straight down, right to where Mommy had placed them on your diaper. The clear slime slowly starts to shift to a light blue color that shines like satin. Did Mommy do this? To keep your hands where she wanted them? The slime finishes its transformation. Your arms are now locked into the position Mommy placed them in. You look at the baby in the mirror. She's now apparently wearing delicately thin opera gloves, and looks ridiculous. Like a child that's playing dress-up. The gloves look familiar. You're certain that you've seen them before somewhere. Was mommy watching you somehow? Making the gloves keep you obedient? You look at the baby in the mirror. The ridiculous baby that is you. "Yegth Mommy." You rehearse with a saccharine-sweet smile. "Yegth Mommy." You say, and you make the smile look a little more genuine. The soap cracks and crumbles where your teeth have sunk into it, and the bar tumbles to the floor, and a large bite of it falls to the back of your throat. You start to spit it out, but before you can, you're surprised by your own thumb being jammed into your mouth! The instant the bar had fallen from your mouth, the glove had bent at the elbow, and formed your hand into a fist with your thumb protruding, then jammed it into your mouth all before you could even react! You try to move your head and shoulder, to remove the thumb from your mouth, and the glove begins to constrict painfully. You decide to willingly suck your gloved thumb, rather than tempt fate and have it hurt your arm. You've had more than enough pain for one day. Just in case Mommy is watching though you smile and say, "Fank 'oo, M-my." Then you return to drooling on yourself and saying "Yes, Mommy" in the mirror. Your head is starting to feel kind of funny again, and you're starting to get confused about the reflection. Are you saying the words? Or was the reflection saying them and you're just copying? Was that the real you? Until now, was your entire identity just a facade? What if the real you is the one you're looking at right now? Should you be angry at Mommy for making you do this? Or thank her for showing you this? Your mind descends down an existential spiral as you begin to doubt who and what you are…Is any part of you really you? You’re losing your sense of self! Or are you finding your sense of self?  "Look at my little baby! Being so good with her thumb and practicing her lessons!" Mommy says. You hadn't even heard Mommy enter. How long had she been watching you? Her praise makes the diapee start rubbing your thingy and going inside your other thingy. You fight to not moan, only whimpering a little as you press your only free hand against the front of your diapee. "m'mmy! Dig 'oo 'ake 'ethe 'loves?" You ask. "I can't understand your babble, sweetie. You can take your thumb out of your mouth now, if you would like to, that is." You find that you can remove it! Have you always been able to remove it?Your hands and arms are moving freely. Mommy's watching the video to make sure you were good while she was away. When she reaches the part with the gloves, she looks confused and fascinated. "Mommy, you made the gloves, didn't you?" You ask again. "Yes...I suppose I did...All I really did was mention 'obedient hands' and then I inadvertently thought of Cinderella's hands...and now you have Cinderella's gloves..." She studies you and purses her lips thoughtfully, "press the front of your diaper." Your right hand immediately grips the diapee and squeezes the soft gelatinous object, then releases. "Mommy?" "Looks like it's going to be a lot harder for you to get into trouble, now isn't it Baby?" She asks with a smile. "Yes, Mommy." You surprise yourself with how quickly and automatically you respond. "Come sit on the bed, baby. I have something important to tell you." She leads you to the bed and you sit awkwardly, balancing on a layer of mushy slime. "As you know, you've been an absolute terror, a spoiled brat, and all-around intolerable at every level." She pauses briefly. "Yes, Mommy" You say, recognizing the queue, even though you strongly disagree with her assessment. You are the princess! Ruling is your job! "So you're going to be starting over. Since I'm now your Mommy, I'm going to do what the queen failed at. I'm going to re-raise you correctly, with all the discipline you need." This sounds absolutely awful, but you still manage a "Yes, Mommy." "So here's the deal. I do my best to help you hide that you're nothing but a drooling diaper-dependent baby when you're in public, and you follow my lead and do everything I say, Okay?" "F-for how long, Mommy?" You ask. "Until you're a good girl." She's the same height as you, but it feels like you're looking up at her from the bottom of a hole. She's in charge, and there's nothing you can do about it right now. You sigh. "Yes, Mommy… Fine." At least she's not telling everyone and trying to humiliate you. "First we're going to take a nice long nap because you've only had a few hours of sleep in the last 24 hours. Then you're going to have all the people you fired brought back, understand?" "Yes, Mommy."  You feel sick. Great, now you'll have to see people every day that you’d fired. That wasn't how this was supposed to work! You were supposed to never see them again! She scoots backward on the bed, enjoying the rich luxury of the expensive mattress. To your horror she undoes the buttons of her dress and removes her bare breast. "As a baby, you must nurse on Mommy during nap time, okay? I won't have you getting any big adult feelings, and skin-to-skin contact is essential for bonding." Is she actually crazy? She wants you to suckle her like a literal infant?! "Not interested in mommy's boob?" She lifts her skirt and pulls her finger to one side. Her small, soft cock falls out. You notice that there's a small wet spot on her panty. She's getting off on this! "Babies nurse. You can either nurse on mommy's boob, her peepee, or you can find out what happens if you refuse."   Chapter 10: Maid She looks at you, then your bare chest, your flaccid cock, then purses her lips and blushes. "Come on, Baby. Choose your favorite." With a "Hmph!" She crawls over and lays stiffly across your lap. You stroke her face and press your nipple against her pouting lips. "Hush now. The time for fussing is long gone now. Just open up and take Mommy in." She hesitantly opens her mouth, and you feel her body stiffen with shame as your nipple slips into her mouth. You're little cock throbs as you feel her tongue massage your sensitive nipple. "There you go. Nurse on Mommy. Isn't that nice? Right where you belong now." Her hands are clenched into fists. She wants to fight so badly. She wants to protest and argue, scream and threaten, but all she can do is suckle; her eyes closed tightly and her face the color of a tomato. "Shush your busy mind, sweetie. Just focus on Mommy. Getting all fussy only makes you unhappy. Be a good girl for me. Focus on me. No other thoughts. There you go."  You're cooing and pleasantly shushing her like she’s a child, and to your amazement it's starting to work. Her stiff body gradually loosens, and the clenched fists, become loose balls before falling open. "That's it. Isn't it just so nice and easy to be a baby without all that nasty pride and those icky thoughts?" Her breathing is starting to slow, and her face softens as her anger gives way to exhaustion. She's asleep and all you can do is stare at her. She's so perfect and adorable; the way she absent-mindedly suckles at your breast is just the sweetest thing you've ever experienced. The plan of re-raising her into a better version of herself doesn't sound quite right. She's your baby, she should grow up to be like you! Careful not to disturb your baby's sleep, you remove your headband and place it gingerly on her head. It looks perfect! She makes such a sweet little baby maid! It's so adorable that you bite your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. How long have you been staring at her and stroking her cheek? Not long enough. You could do this all day. You need this. She's completely yours. Yours forever. The door opens silently and your heart stops. What if someone sees and ruins everything? Simon peeks around the door, and sees you nursing the sleeping princess. He blushes and freezes, looking behind him, debating whether he should bring the object in. You wave for him to just come in. He averts his eyes and does his best to not look as he tiptoes into the room carrying something big, rectangular, and covered with a sheet. He places the object in the center of the room. Then he waves his hand in front of his face. Is the smell really that strong? Then he removes the sheet, revealing that he's somehow smuggled a child's bed from one of the other rooms! It's only about five feet long, narrow, and is barely more than a crib. It's obviously a transitional bed for babies that are too big for normal cribs, but too small for a full-sized bed. You motion for him to move it to the foot of the large stately bed, and he does so. Once the bed is in position he quickly steals back to the door, waves sheepishly, and closes it behind him. You look down at your sleeping angel. Maybe having a daddy would do her some good. You unlock and silence your phone, then text Simon a thank you for your baby's new bed. Then you have an idea. You text: "Hey, let me know if this is impossible, but I'm thinking only finger foods and sippy cups from now on. Can we do that covertly?" He responds: "I'll see what I can do." You smile. It's nice to have a man to help provide. You stare at the little princess, sleepily nursing still. Her diaper and gloves seem to obey your thoughts, but how well would that work? You look at her delicate hands imprisoned in the satin opera gloves, and you think as hard as you can: "If it's not a sippy cup or a bottle, you spill. If she's ever mean, you put a thumb in her mouth. You don't pick up silverware. You don't open doorknobs, jars, or anything complex." Then you direct your thoughts at her diaper, "Good girls get to feel good, but bad girls are punished. Regardless, she's my baby, and babies don't cum. EVER." You return to staring at her and stroking her face tenderly. She's yours. All yours. All she's missing now is a pacifier. One that's large enough to make her face appear small, and with a nipple large enough to make her as silent as she is now...Maybe with little sequins and decorations on it. You hear a rustle as something light falls onto the bed between her legs. There, exactly as you pictured it, is the perfect pacifier for your baby. You pick it up and it feels somewhat soft, but it hardens quickly into a facsimile of rubber and plastic. The giant bulb is slick though, and despite sitting on the bed for several minutes never dries. All you can think of though, is how cute it'll look in her mouth. You direct one last thought at her gloves, "Babies don't remove their own pacifiers." You're uncertain if the pacifier is also special, but just in case you give it the same mental command. You return to staring at your perfect precious baby. She’s yours now, even if she doesn’t know or accept it yet.   Chapter 11: Princess You stir and stretch, only to feel wood press against the soles of your feet. You rub your eyes with your satin-covered hands and sit up. What the fuck? You're not in your bed! You're in a tiny bed at the foot of your bed! A wooden railing runs around the tiny antique bed, not tall enough to keep anyone in; it's to prevent a toddler from falling out. It's a training bed for babies! There's the sound of hangars and cloth in the closet. "Mmmph?" You call. Wait, something is in your mouth! You can feel a hard plastic spitguard against your face. You don't even need to see it to know what it must be. You try to take it out, but your hands won't obey, and it seems to resist being spit out somehow. "MMMPH!" Mommy responds, "Yes, I'm here, Honey. I'm just going through your outfits for tomorrow. You've been in here long enough. Tomorrow it'll be time to leave this room. I'm sure the staff are already talking." Leave the room?! You look at the bulging, sagging diaper between your legs, and at your cartoon-princess gloves. You can't go outside like this! "Mmmph!" "Come to the closet. I have all your outfits planned!" You mumble a 'Yes, Mommy' entirely reflexively, almost without noticing you've done it, which worries you. You slip over the wooden railing of your new bed and make your way to the closet. Most of your outfits are in a pile on the floor. It amounts to millions of dollars in designer clothing. You glare at Mommy. What is she doing? "If we want to hide your cute diaper bulge, anything form-fitting, tight, elegant, or sleek is not an option,” Mommy explains, “All your outfits will need a petticoat to hide your padding...and Anything long with a petticoat is going to look ridiculously old-fashioned with your gloves." Your eyes run over the few garments remaining on hangars. They're all short. Far too short for your liking, and the idea of a poofy petticoat with them...any wrong move and you'd be showing the entire world your diaper. "Now, let's get you dressed." She selects a pleated blue dress, with a hemline above the knee, and a small white petticoat. "Arms up!" with an automatic yet incoherent 'yes, mommy' you raise your arms and she slips the dress over your head. Then she holds out the petticoat for you to step into. Before... this was normal, and it made you feel powerful to have someone dress you...but now that dynamic was reversed. You don't get a say in what you wear or how you wear it. She leads you by the hand to the bed, motions for you to sit, and puts some ankle socks and shiny black flats onto your feet. Your appearance in the mirror makes you blush. You can't see the diaper, but you look like someone who might just be wearing one for personal enjoyment...and it didn't even require any new clothing! Your short blue dress poofs outward...not enough to show your diaper, but just enough to hide the outline of it. Mommy closes her eyes and you watch as your large pacifier and gloves change color and hue to match your dress perfectly. Even without the pacifier you would look childish. You're stomach churns and you feel a need to potty. You tear your stare from the mirror and place a hand on your tummy. "Mmmph!" you plead, pointing to the attached bathroom. "No, baby. Use your diaper. That's what it's there for. I won't be taking it off anytime soon." You bite your pacifier hard and stamp your foot. You've had enough of making poopies into this thing! "Is Baby scared to use her diaper? That's Okay. Mommy will be here." She takes your hand and pushes gently on your shoulder. "Down, sweetie; squatting will make it so much easier." You blush and fight the urge to lash out and shove her away. You remind yourself that if you ever want her to remove your diaper, you have to play along. You slowly lower yourself into a crouch alongside Mommy. The baby in the mirror is squatting so embarrassingly! You can see her diaper so clearly! You remember that the baby in the mirror is you. How did you forget that? Mommy places a hand on the back of your diaper. "Be a good girl now and make a big poopie for me, okay sweetie? Can you do that?" You lower your gaze. You don't want to watch this, but mommy just lifts your chin. "Watch the baby use her diaper." She whispers directly into your ear. "Look at her. Where else would she possibly go? Isn't it fitting? Doesn't it look and feel right? I bet she loves the squishy wet feel." Your head is so fuzzy! Mommy is right. That baby obviously uses a diaper. She would absolutely enjoy it too. The baby's face goes blank, and you watch her tense as the diaper expands and droops a little more as her poopies drop into her waiting protection. Mommy presses, and you feel hot poopies squeeze against you as she kneads the squishy mess into you. "Does the baby in the mirror love her squishy diaper?" The silly baby in the mirror is smiling, which looks right, but for some reason it's making you smile too! "Isn't that baby just adorable? You want to be her don't you? You want to love your squish as much as she does. Doesn't she just look so happy?" She does look happy. You want to be happy. She's having fun in her diaper. You're in a diaper too. You could be having fun too! "She loves her diaper doesn't she?" Mommy whispers. It's so hard to differentiate the thoughts in your head from Mommy's whispers. You nod slowly, watching as the diapee expands with a hiss and another loud fart. The Mommy in the mirror reaches between the baby's legs and squishes the diapee up, rubbing it sensuously against the baby's parts. The baby in the mirror moans into her binky. Mommy whispers, "I have a secret for you. You can make that baby say anything you want. I bet you can make her say she loves her squishy diaper. Look at her. She wants to say it so badly," her voice in your ear is giving you goosebumps and making you feel tingly all over! The binky is pulled slowly from the baby's mouth by the other Mommy and you find that yours is gone too! A string of drool runs down the baby's chin, but she doesn't seem to care, so you don't either. "Help the baby say what she wants to say. Say it so she can finally say it too." Mommy whispers softly. "You can help her." "I love my squishy diapee." You moan in a half-whisper as the baby slowly rocks her squishy crotch against her Mommy's hand. Mommy's whisper continues in your ear: "She wants to say so much. She loves so many things. She loves making poopies, she loves feeling them in her diaper...but she can't say it without your help. She loves her binky and her Mommy, but she needs you to help her say it. She wants to say these things over and over...but she needs your help every time. Can you help her?" You can help her. "I love making poopies," you whisper "I love how they feel in my diapee," you whisper a little louder. "I love my binky and my Mommy," you say softly. "Such a good girl!" Mommy whispers, stroking your cheek. "But look at that sweet little baby. She doesn't want to whisper. She's so proud of her diaper and her Mommy, and so happy. She wants to say the words like the baby she is. She 'wuvs' making poopies...She 'wuvs' her binky. Help her say it right.” The mommy in the mirror places a foot under the baby’s diaper, and lifts it against her suspended crotch. You feel the same pressure against your own crotch! The baby in the mirror begins to softly grind her crotch against her mommy’s foot, and you discover that you’re doing it too! "I wuv makin' mai poopies," the baby says with a giggle. "I wuv how dey feew in mai diapee," she says with a large smile. "I wuv mai binky an' mai Mommy!" she finishes proudly. This is fun! You can make that baby say all the silliest baby things! The mommy in the mirror looks so proud! She's smiling and petting that baby so tenderly, and yours is doing the same! You even help that baby wet herself a couple times and she giggles at the funny trickling feeling as the peepee pools into the diaper before being absorbed. Her mommy is looking very proud and is even recording her with her phone! The door opens. You hear it, but it doesn't fully register. You're too busy helping the baby say the things she can't on her own. You see a man placing a tray of food onto the bedside table. He must be that baby's daddy! You wonder if he's a good daddy and what food he brought for the mirror baby. He's watching her with his mouth open, no doubt surprised that she's finally able to say the things she wants to say so badly. Then some part of you manages to push a thought past the trance.  "Why did you hear the tray clatter behind you?" You turn and gasp in absolute terror! The daddy from the mirror is here! You fall back onto your diaper feeling the wonderful squishy poopies against your skin. The trance shatters, but the remnants are still there, making reality hard to parse...and your head is so fuzzy! A thousand thoughts, expletives and screams fight to leave your mouth. In an instant your empty mind becomes a maelstrom.   Chapter 12: Maid "Daddy?!?" Simon freezes like a deer in the headlights. The princess covers her mouth and blushes. She's so shocked at what she's said that she doesn't even notice that the stiff petticoats are showing her squishy diaper, framed by her spread legs. He tilts his head toward you, not taking his eyes off of the baby, as if he's afraid she'll strike. You notice that his face has turned crimson. The princess's surprise turns into a glare. She pushes her dress down in a futile attempt to hide her diaper. "You startled me! Idiot! You thould knock befow-" Her eyes go wide as she realizes that her thumb has been inserted into her mouth. The gloves, just as you ordered them to, immediately activated at the word 'idiot' filling her mouth with her thumb. You scold softly. "Good girls don't say mean things. Remember that. If you can't say anything nice, then you can just suck your thumb instead." She glares at you. "Who elth knowth?!" she demands. "Just me and Simon," you say. "And Aggie." Simon says. He shrugs, "I got caught getting her dinner. It's not exactly easy to smuggle dinner when you aren't a scullery maid. The good news is that she's not telling anyone." Well if anyone was going know, you’d prefer it to be Aggie. Another one of your old friends, she definitely knows how to keep a secret. You sigh, "Well, they do say that it takes a village..." The princess glares hard at Simon, who isn't used to the focused rage of her highness. "I should go." He says, and starts to march out of the room. "One moment. Baby, you were quite rude to Simon. What do you say to someone you're mean to?" "Thorry," she spits. "Sorry for what?" you prompt. "Thorry for cawwing you an' idio'." Her elbow relaxes, and she's able to remove the thumb from her mouth. "Good girl." you say. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as her diaper rubs her clit to reward her for being a good girl. "I'll uh- Just...let me know if you need anything else." He stammers, and then he's gone. It's not lost on the princess that he addressed you, not her. She's no longer in charge, you are. You offer her the tray of food which consists mostly of finger food like baby carrots, peanut butter on celery, a PB&J sandwich, and some goldfish crackers. She eats, but avoids drinking from the sippy cup until you tell her to. You notice that she's practically trembling with either rage or embarrassment as she drinks the strawberry milk from the sippy cup. "Mommy," she finally says, "When will you take my diapee off?" You'd somehow forgotten that she believes you put it onto her. For some reason it just seemed right, like something she should always have on. "When you're a good girl," you say. "I'm being good! I said sorry to... to...." She knits her brow. "What was his name?" "Daddy, I think you called him." "I'm NOT calling him that," she says, crossing her arms. "He's just a servant!" "And what am I?" you ask. But she doesn't respond. She just crosses her arms. "Hmph!" "Now that you've eaten, I think it's time you walked around and made an appearance outside your room. Besides, you need to get used to walking and pretending that you’re not actually a baby." "I'm NOT a baby!" she yells angrily. You don't respond, you just show her the video you took on your phone. The princess is squatting, her messy diaper being massaged into her crotch as she humps against your foot. "I wuv my squishy diapee! It feews so good! Mmmm! I wuv bein' a cute baby!" You pause the video. "Delete that!" she screams "No. Maybe I will when you prove you can be obedient and do what you're told. Now get up. We're going to walk through the garden. The staff are probably already talking about you hiding away in here." She crosses her arms and kicks her legs impotently, but eventually stands. You open the door and guide her through, closing the door behind her. "Good girl." You say. She inhales sharply as the diaper begins rewarding her for her good behavior. She immediately turns around and paws at the doorknob, finding her hands useless to turn it, they just slip uselessly off it without gripping. "Babies don't open doors, now walk with me." She gasps and her knees are a little wobbly as she does her best to hide her diaper waddle. She's constantly pulling at her hem, obviously paranoid that her diaper might be visible. "If you tug at your dress people will wonder what you're hiding." You state. Her hands shoot away from her hemline. "Now let's inspect the grounds to see how well people are doing their jobs. No being mean or you'll be sucking your thumb in front of everyone, understand?" "Yes, Mommy" she whispers. “Now while you pretend to be an adult princess, I will pretend to be attending to you. I’ll be walking behind you, but watching you closely, okay?” you frame it as a question, but it’s clearly a command. “Yes, Mommy,” she whispers. “Good girl. Now we’re going to do a little tour. You’re to tell every person you meet how thankful you are for their efforts, and apologize for the horrible mood you’ve been in.” “Apologize?! To all the staff?!” “Yes. You can either do it on your own, or you can do it with your thumb in your mouth while your other hand rubs your diaper. Would you prefer that? Hmm? Showing everyone how much you love your diaper while you apologize?” Her mouth hangs open in shock. “Answer me.” “Y-yes, Mommy. I-I’ll apologize,” she says, defeated again. Together you make your way around the estate. Under your watchful eye she congratulates various staff members about their keen attention to detail. No matter how menial the task she finds an appropriate complement that sounds sincere. It’s really no surprise that a princess would be really good at faking social interactions. The last place you take her is the kitchen. She really should meet Aggie.   Chapter 13: Princess Mommy leads you through the manor. You have endless talks and friendly chats with staff you don’t care about at all. You continue a marathon performance of ‘princess’ that you pray is utterly flawless. Nobody can know how you’ve been reduced to a tightly controlled baby. Every step feels forced. You try to walk normally and suppress the diaper waddle, but you feel like a bad actor that can't walk naturally on a stage. You say a silent thank you that it's late afternoon and most of the staff are gone. A few see you from a distance as you awkwardly toddle in front of Mommy. Luckily none of them approach. Why would they? They don't know that you're being forced to act nice right now. Hopefully they tell other staff that they saw you being normal so any rumors about you will be put to rest. Mommy leads you to the servant's dining room. "Aggie? Are you still here?" she pokes her head into the kitchen, "Aggie? Oh good, you're still here. Can you come into the dining room for a minute?" Ten seconds later the doors swing open and a large heavyset woman strolls into the room. She's not much taller than you, but she’s stocky, round, and carries herself with a level of confidence you're wholly unprepared for. When she speaks it's with a thick Ukrainian accent. "So, you want to be baby now?" She asks bluntly. "N-no." You squeak. "I don't want to be a baby!" She approaches, standing resolutely in front of you. You aren't sure why she intimidates you so much. She's only a servant after all. Her thick, strong arm reaches out between your legs, and grips your diapee. She squeezes hard and you jump as slime squirts over and between all your thingies. "Hmph! Then why you use diaper?" She releases her grip and presses a finger against your chest. "Did you have dinner?" She asks. You nod. "Y-yes, celery, crackers, and-" She waves a hand dismissively. "Yes, I saw. That is not dinner." she points at Mommy. "Did you eat?" "No, I was busy watching the baby." she says. "Go to kitchen and eat." she turns her attention back to you. "Come to walk-in. It is private there. You want to be baby? I feed you." Private? Why would you need privacy to eat? The grip on your wrist is like wrought iron as she leads you into the walk-in freezer. The air is cold and leaves your mouth in a fog of condensation. You wish you were wearing something longer and thicker. It's only been a few seconds and you're shivering. Aggie sits on a folding chair. And lifts her blouse. "I-I'm not a baby!" You insist weakly as she removes her massive bra. You notice with disgust that there's disposable padding in the bra that looks wet. She slaps her lap. "Come, baby." "Y-you're mistaken. I-" She grips your arm and easily, without any intended malice or roughness has you laying across her lap in a single movement. "Aggie! I'm not a-" You clench your lips together as a large thick nipple presses against your mouth. A drop of milk runs down your cheek. She delivers a single firm spank to your diaper that surprises you. The instant you gasp, your head is buried into her soft warm breast. "There. Good girl. Drink." "Mmmggh!" The breast milk is flowing easily, regardless of whether you suck, and to make everything worse your diaper is slowly rubbing you now, making you moan and pant like you are loving your feeding. At least she's warm. The air in here is freezing, and you find yourself pressing against her large body for her excess warmth. If she's cold, she isn't showing it. She sighs with relief. "My baby has grown too big for my milk now...From now on, is yours." From now on?!? Did she think this would ever happen again?! Your stomach is feeling full and starting to hurt a little when she easily flips you around on her lap and pushes the other nipple into your mouth. "Mmmmm!" Your tummy is starting to hurt, but she continues to cradle your head, locking you against her breast until you've drained every drop. You feel revulsion at this entire disgusting scenario! You're her ruler! Not a baby! She sighs again and chuckles. "You are godsend. I felt like I was going to burst!" As disgusted as you are by your current position, you huddle even closer against her soft warm stomach. She's so warm and you're so cold. You finish the last of her breast milk, and find yourself effortlessly thrown over her shoulder. You almost throw up from the sudden pressure on your over-filled tummy. Four hard whaps to your back surprise you, but not as much as the loud belch you release as a result of them. The woman places you on the ground and pats your head. "What do you say when someone nicely gives you a yummy meal?" Mommy’s standing by the door. Her phone is recording. "Th-thank you, Aggie." You say with your well-rehearsed smile. "I think 'Nana' status is in order, now that she's your new wet nurse." A wet nurse? You barely hold back a scream, and instead whine, "Please Mommy, I don't need a wetnurse!" "Hush Baby. Thank Nana and then I'll put you to bed. It's long past your bedtime!   Chapter 14: Maid You look down at the baby, shivering on the cold floor. She hesitates for a moment, and you see her stiffen as she forces the words out of her mouth. "Th-th-thank y-you, N-Nana." She shivers. "Is no problem, Baby. I stay late to clean. You come every night." Her tone is friendly, but it's a statement, not a request. From now on, every night, she'll be drinking a supplemental dinner straight from Aggie's large bosom. You feel a sense of inadequacy that you aren't providing milk for your baby, but shake the thought from your mind as ridiculous. "Thanks for feeding her and covering for Simon when he was getting her food." You say as you help your baby to a standing position. "It was nothing." Aggie says, waving with a dismissive gesture. Good ole’ Aggie. She was the Matriarch and real power behind the chef.. People always did what she said, either out of a desire to please her, or out of fear of her anger and disappointment. If she said the princess would be nursing from her every night, then that was what would be happening. Her Highness quickly toddles to the freezer door, stumbling a little as she does so. You can actually hear the milk slosh in her stomach. "Ha! Is milk drunk like kitten!" Laughs Aggie, standing and securing her pendulous breasts back into her bra. You laugh and thank her again, before leaving with the princess. You know her mind is racing because she's no longer concentrating so hard on walking normally, allowing her saggy bulging diaper to make her waddle adorably. You slap her bottom. She yelps and glares at you. "Don't waddle like that or everyone will know for sure you need diapers." "I don't nee-" she stops when she sees your eyebrows go up. "I mean, yes Mommy. thank you Mommy." "Good girl." She walks a little stiffer as her diaper rewards her again for being a good girl. A few servants see her walking, and dart back into various rooms like reef fish when a shark swims by. If they only knew how powerless the haughty princess really is. You enter her room and you help her undress for the night. Instead of a nightgown or her satin pajamas, you leave her in nothing but her diaper. "Where do you think you're going?" You ask as she lifts up the covers of the large bed. "To...bed?" She asks uncertainly. "That's not your bed anymore." You point at the little children's cot. "You sleep there. The big bed is for adults, though you may be allowed in sometimes as a treat if you ask nicely." "Fine! May I please sleep in the bed?" "No." "Hmph!" She stomps to the little bed, and stares at it for a moment before overcoming some mental barrier and crawling over the wooden railing and curling up on the cheap plastic mattress. "Good Girl." You say again, and pretend not to notice as her hips twitch and her breath hitches. You push her paci into her mouth, turn out the light, and climb into your new bed. Fuck, so this is what a mattress that costs more than most houses feels like. It's incredible. You scroll through social media until a gentle rustle at the foot of the bed draws your attention. You open your camera app and move silently to where you can see down onto the cot. The princess is face-down, her feet in the air, as she softly grinds and pants into her pacifier. The poor thing is trying to cum, but you know she won't be able to. She might get close, but you've told the diaper that it's strictly not to happen ever again. You record her for a bit as she struggles to cum in her diaper. She even humps both her hands for a bit. Once you've gotten enough footage you return to a sleeping position. Out of curiosity you open the princess's phone. There's a lot of notifications, but they're mostly junk. You send a few innocuous replies to make sure nobody will suspect anything. Then you see the email from her remote personal assistant. Tomorrow is a social event. She must have forgotten about it. It's formal. It's public. His Majesty has requested that she be there, and there’ll be reporters. You could try to back out of it, but it might look suspicious. You could send the princess, but it's doubtful if she'll be able to act like an adult with her diaper and new babyish habits.   Chapter 15: Princess Last night was awful. You felt so achy and tingly. You wanted to rub all the thingies in your diapee, but no matter what you tried you just couldn't climax. You'd tried to do it until you fell asleep, exhausted and drenched with sweat. At least you had your binky. It tasted a little like strawberries, and you actually found it really calming somehow. Now Mommy's in an oddly good mood, smiling and humming as she prepares your outfit and runs a bath for you. "Why do I have to take a bath?" You whine. "Because you've been humping your poopy diaper for days now and you smell like sweat, desperation, piss, breast milk and a dozen other various baby scents." Mommy says with a smile. "Hmph" you say, but you can't help but crack a little smile. Has Mommy's mood been this contagious the whole time? Or is regulating your emotions getting harder? You shake your head. Thinking about thinking is too hard! She leads you into the tub and holds your hand as you lower yourself into the water. You think you remember something happening last time you were in the water, but you can't remember what it was. Memories have been really hard this morning for some reason. Your phone dings and vibrates. It’s been doing that a whole lot this morning. Mommy looks at the screen for a moment, then silences the phone with a smile. "So, I have some news that you might not want to hear." "what, Mommy?" You ask. "Tonight you'll be going to a little party. An awards ceremony and dinner." "By myself?!" You gasp. You know Mommy has only been with you for a few days, but it feels...somehow scandalous to be away from her. Unless you really parse through your memory you could swear that she's always been constantly with you. "I'm afraid so, sweetie. You've been insisting that you're a big girl. Do you think you can still do that?" Of course you can! You're not an infant! You're the heir to the throne! The jewel of any event you attend! 'Can you still do that?' What a ridiculous question! At least you can use this to show her that you don't need her. Just because you're trapped in an odd piece of underwear doesn't change who you are! "Yes, Mommy." You say as haughtily as you can. "That's my good girl." You gasp and moan softly as your diapee rubs and sucks your most sensitive parts...you think you once knew what they were called... Your legs begin to spread and you become aware that your diapee is swelling obscenely, then the water begins to pump deeply inside of you. "Mommy! My diapee! It's-It’s!" you gasp, “It’s filling me with water!” "Is it? Well then, I suppose that it’s just going to make you clean on the inside too. Maybe you should thank it for keeping you so clean.” Thank your diaper?! Insanity. “Baby…” Mommy threatens. “Thank you for cleaning my insides, diaper,” you mutter. “Now hush. Mommy is going to wash your hair." You sit still, moaning and clutching your sides as the diaper pumps you with bath water, then swells and does it again...and again. "Mommy! It's too much!" You squeak. "Hush, You're almost done." When she finally removes you from the tub you smell fresh and floral, but your tummy is swollen. You try to expel the water, but something wet and slimy is blocking you; holding the water inside. The door opens and Daddy-...you mean Simon… brings in your breakfast. You gasp when you see it. It's a baby bottle, but nothing like what a baby would use. It's massive, and the nipple is a long, thick,and red rubber teat, at least four inches long. "What is that?" Mommy says with a giggle. Daddy shrugs. "Aggie insisted. She got it from the stables, washed it, and then heated up some breast milk she was planning on donating." He shrugs again. "She said 'Big baby needs big bottle' and I didn't feel like arguing with her." Mommy takes it from his hands and holds it out at waist level. "It certainly...looks interesting!" She laughs. She’s right, it does look quite phallic. "Come here and get your breakfast, Baby!" You fold your arms. "I'm not drinking from that...that.. thing." you state firmly. "If you don't eat breakfast here, perhaps we should go down to Aggie and you can tell her why you don't want her very considerate offering?" Mommy suggests. "That sounds like a great idea." Simon laughs "I bet Aggie can give one hell of a convincing spanking." He does his best Aggie impression, "You want be bad baby?" "Hmph!" You angrily lower yourself to your knees and take the nipple into your mouth. You're not sure if they're serious but you'd rather not risk the extra humiliation and pain. Mommy pushes the bottle gently and the tip presses against the back of your throat. With your cheeks burning brightly, you begin to suck the thick sweet milk from the bottle. You have to work harder to extract the milk than you did at Aggie's breast. Mommy giggles, moving the livestock bottle back and forth. She's making you give it blowjob! You clench your eyes in shame as you swallow gulp after gulp of milk. Mommy pets your head "What a good girl! sucking so well on your knees! You're making Mommy a little jealous of the bottle!" "Hmmgghf!" You try to huff angrily but some part of you feels...pride?! You're surprised. What the fuck do you feel proud about?! That you're good at giving a blowjob to a bottle made for livestock?! "Tell you what," mommy says, "If you can act like a perfect adult at this awards ceremony I'll take off your diaper and let you be big again. You can even fire me or have me arrested." "MMM!" You beam. That would be so easy! You could be big again, today! You're not sure about arresting Mommy though, that sounds wrong. Why would you want her to go away? "But," she holds up a finger, "If you fail and show that you're actually a baby underneath, then you'll have to be a baby for at least a year." She continues moving the bottle in and out between your lips. "And, every morning you have to give me the treatment you're giving the bottle right now." Daddy clears his throat. "Simon too if he wants." She adds. You're laughing on the inside. This was going to be too easy. You don't even need to talk really to get through something as simple as an awards dinner. You've done hundreds of these! "Deal?" She asks. "Geal," you say; the rubber nipple still filling your mouth with milk. "Good. Now finish your breakfast, and we'll pick out your outfit." You thought she might be trying to set you up for failure, but she actually helps you find an outfit that hides your diaper. It's an elegant sequined dress. It's short, but the cut, along with a petticoat, hides your diapee from view. She even coaches you on how to walk, and gives you feedback until your gait looks normal and without waddling. "Mommy, why are you helping me?" You ask. "Because if you lose the bet, it's going to happen because you belong right here as my baby." She touches your nose. "Deep down I think you know that too." You cross your arms. "No!" You state...but you do in fact feel some part of you agreeing with her. Were you actually happier like this? You push the thought from your mind. She fusses and nitpicks for a few hours, making sure your makeup is perfect and your hair looks elegant. Then, with a push of the room's remote, the TV rises from its hidden compartment in the dresser. "Now we relax for a bit until it's time for you to go." Mommy says. She flops onto the sofa and motions for you to join her. Mommy's shows are all so complicated. The words are long and hard to understand, but Mommy is watching and laughing. You lay your head in her lap and try to watch, but the plot and dialogue are all way too hard for you to comprehend. Mommy is so soft and nice. You don't even notice when she slips your yummy binky between your lips. You close your eyes just for a moment. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead! Time to head to your car!" "Otay." You stand and smooth your dress, adjusting the hem to make sure your diapee isn't showing. squeezing your knees together you walk to the door, and fumble the handle before remembering that you need Mommy to open it for you, which she does. "Fank 'oo, Mommy." You say, and start to leave. "Ah, you've forgotten something!" Mommy hooks a finger through the ring of your paci and pulls it from your mouth, wipes away a string of drool, and then drops it into your little black purse. "In case you need it later, sweetie." She says. Then she pats your butt, and you walk through the manor to your awaiting car. The ride to the event is long and lonely. You put up the divider between yourself and the driver and fight the urge to suck your paci. It would be just comforting enough to make you feel better about being alone. You wish for a moment that Mommy was here, then you feel embarrassed at the thought. You're an adult! She's not your Mommy! You're a princess! You take out your paci and stare at it. You keep reminding yourself that if it goes in, you won't be able to take it out. Just as your will is crumbling, the car comes to a stop. You quickly drop your binky into your purse and wait for the driver to open your door. Why are you so nervous? You've done this kind of pointless social event hundreds of times! You step out of the car, give your signature 'friendly princess' smile and wave, and walk as naturally as you can through the strobing flashes from the throng of photographers. This is going to be all too easy.   Chapter 16: Princess This is your element. Banal social functions like this exist for you. You don't have to worry about opening the door with your hands, it simply opens for you. You allow yourself to exude beauty and grace, walking purposefully. You make the usual greetings to the various lords, ladies, knights, celebrities and high-level government workers. You shake hands, kiss cheeks, and have your hands kissed a few hundred times before you finally are seated at your table. It's the best table in the venue, which doesn't mean much, as it's still down on the floor with all the subordinates. But such is the life of royalty. You're not here to rule, you're here to elevate the entire event and give the attendees the false sense that they too are important like you. You chat with the Duchess to your left about various banalities, The Lady to your right about the difficulty in finding good staff, and the Baron across from the table about the details of the yacht that he's having built. You would normally be snide or derisive, but tonight you're pleasant and agreeable. You keep reminding yourself that any rude or mean behavior would have you sucking your thumb in an instant. You're doing very well. Occasionally you reach a word that you don't remember, and are able to substitute it for another. You only say 'thingy' a couple times, and nobody seems to notice or remark on it. Your Mommy is going to be so embarrassed and mad when you come home victorious in your wager! The lights dim and a celebrity of some sort takes the stage to give an introductory speech. Of course, he thanks you for being there first and asks for everyone to applaud for your presence. You smile and wave shyly; all part of the act. You're playing the part of the bashful and humble princess everyone loves, and you excel at it. The speech continues, and it's full of really complicated words that make it all so confusing. But as long as you laugh when everyone else does, nobody knows that your vocabulary has shrunken. You feel something shift, a movement in the slime between your legs as the plug holding in all the bath water retracts and dissolves into liquid slime. You're now entirely responsible for holding in your bath-time enema. You squirm and clench your cheeks. The Duchess looks at you briefly, and you smile to signal that you're enjoying the speech, although you're no longer listening. Your every thought is bent on keeping your enema in. Waiters place food at your table and water in your glass. You reach for a fork, but you can't seem to grip it. You brilliantly cover for your lack of hands by giving the food a derisive sneer. You aren't eating because the food is gross...totally not because you need Mommy to cut it up and feed it to you! Your stomach gurgles and you know you aren't going to make it through the night. You raise a finger and a servant is immediately by your side. "I'm afraid I have another engagement tonight. Could you please have my car brought around immediately?" You ask. "Yes, Your Highness." He says, and speed-walks away. It'll be a minute. You can hold it that long. You have to. You're starting to sweat and the mental strain is incredible. The room goes totally silent. Heads are bowed. You do the same. It's a moment of silence for...something...you weren't listening. You feel yourself losing the battle. You're praying to every deity you can think of for this fucking eternal 'moment' of silence to end. You simply can't make poopies now! You decide to let just a little bit out...to relieve the pressure just a bit... Your squint and concentrate on relaxing just a little. Pressurized liquid shoots from you in a loud sloppy wet fart. You can actually hear the liquid squirting and splashing into your diapee as your risky gamble turns into a total loss of control. The relief is immense as the cramping fullness fades. You open your eyes and look around the room, as if you too are looking for where that disgusting noise came from. People a few tables away are looking around as well, but all the people in your immediate vicinity are staring at you in shock. They know you've just had a very loud and messy accident. When you look at them, they quickly look away. You're trembling with humiliation. The duchess places a hand on yours. "Don't fret. I'm sure we've all had accidents at one point or another." You can barely hear her. You can only hear your own heartbeat and the and the roar of your own blood in your ears. You're trying to maintain normal breathing, but you know you're on the verge of crying. Your diapee is now rewarding you, rubbing you and penetrating you softly. You do your best to remain still as you squirm, feeling your hot wet messy slop flow around your body as you’re pleasured. "Your car is ready, Ma'am." The waiter holds out an arm to help you from your chair. "Y-yes. Thank you," you say, in a daze of shame. You stand and use sheer willpower to keep your legs from wobbling. Oh fuck, why was your diapee so think right now?! You can feel the massive weight of it sagging and swaying like a pendulum between your legs as you stand. You force your knees together and there's an audible wet squelch. You remember with horror how your diaper had swollen multiple times in the tub before spraying water into you. At its largest size in the tub it just might still be hidden by the your dress...but If you just pottied several times that volume of poopies into your diapee....Everyone would be able to see it. You're walking quickly, tugging hard at the front and back of your dress to force the hemline down as low as possible. Was that a gasp behind you or did you imagine it? Was the table you just passed laughing at the speech or you? You're concentration is utterly shattered as you barely suppress your panic. You're waddling like a toddler despite your best efforts. Then, a moment happens...one that you know will haunt your nightmares for the rest of your life. You try to control your gait and force your legs together, squishing the diapee between your thighs as much as possible. However, the calculated maneuver goes wrong. Your foot falls at an awkward angle, and your heel slips to the side. You shriek as you fall forward. and the world slows as everything that could go wrong...suddenly goes wrong. You fall face first and feel the hem on the back of your dress brush against your back as you collide with the floor. Your clutch, impacting with the hard floor, snaps open, and your pacifier is sent tumbling across the floor in front of you. You gasp and lunge, crawling after it. You grasp it in a fist and stand. There are suppressed giggles, gasps, and whispers across the whole room, and when the servant helps you stand, every eye is on you. Some people farther away might just have only seen you trip, but at least a few hundred people have seen...everything! You rush to the door. You have to escape! You try to grasp at the handle but your hands won't interact with it properly. "Open it Open it Open it!" you cry. You realize how childish you sound and then the tears become a constant stream. Everyone is watching you have a fit, complete with a diaper and pacifier. You're escorted through the same throng of reporters you had walked through an hour ago. This time though, instead of being photographed as a haughty royal princess, you're crying, waddling, clutching your paci, and desperately pulling at your dress to hide your shamefully messy diapee. You'd never wished harder to be invisible! You climb into the back seat of the car, unavoidably showing every photographer and news outlet the entirety of your swollen diapee. The flash of cameras becomes a nearly constant light source. You collapse, sobbing into the back seat and the door is closed behind you. You raise the divider between yourself and the driver, then remove the heels from your aching feet. You scream and sob. You wish Mommy was here to pet you and stroke your cheek. Or Daddy, or Aggie...literally anyone that wouldn't laugh at you! You plunge your paci into your mouth as you cry helplessly. At this moment you don't care if you need an adult to take it out for you. You need its comforting shape and flavor. You cry yourself to sleep, curled into a ball in the backseat of the SUV. Even in your dreams you're trying to hide your diaper as people point and laugh. The crunch of gravel stirs you from your sleep. You're almost home! You hear some words between the driver and another man, and then the car door opens. Daddy is standing there with a big soft blanket. You dive from the car and hug him tightly as he wraps the blanket around you. "You alright?" You nod, still crying. You had been so stupid! How had you ever thought you could do this?! He leaves your paci in your mouth, but secures the blanket around you to obscure the bottom half of your face. Then, with one arm comfortingly around your shoulders he leads you into the manor. You spend that night in Mommy's bed, as she comforts and shushes you. She softly runs her fingers through your hair and strokes your cheek as you suck your pacifier. Every time a tear appears, she wipes it away. Everything is so warm...so soft...and so comforting. Not at all like the cold disingenuous royal life you'd sampled tonight. The next morning Mommy lets you look at her phone as she scrolls social media. Most of it is really boring or hard to understand. Sometimes an image of you trying to hide your diaper moves across the screen. Out there, the entire world is laughing, talking, and mocking you. Late night comedy hosts are most likely making jabs at you, and all the people you once thought of as friends are carefully deciding the best way to distance themselves from you. But here...here you're safe. Mommy might have put this thing on you, but at least she, Daddy, and Aggie are here. It’s all their fault, but now, suddenly, they’ve become your only social circle. Mommy picks up your phone and reviews the thousands of notifications. You don't even want to look. The outside world is a nightmare right now. "Hmm...Well...the good news is that people aren't as upset as they could be...Your father is being comforting. He thinks this is salvageable." She summarizes. Salvageable?! There's no recovery from THIS!!  "Your PR team has reached out. They want to spin it as a political statement. They've already set up a few dozen interviews, a few public appearances, three or four speeches, and some public donations to various causes related to infant-based causes." "I don't wanna!" You say, and cuddle closer to Mommy. How could you do all that if you couldn't even make it through an awards dinner? "Well you could just say that you're going to lay low for a bit...maybe try again in a year?" She offers. You pout. You don't even want to think about that. Maybe in the future you'll want to return to public life, but right now all you want is to be safe and warm with Mommy. "Or you could just quit." She says. She shows you a drafted message to your PR team and your parents: Last night was a failed attempt to live both my lives at once. Following the embarrassment that caused, I'll be removing myself from public life. To be clear, I am choosing to live my life as a baby. Take this as an abdication if you wish, but know that if I ever sit the throne, I'll be feeling it through the padding of a diaper. My staff have been serving as my mommies and daddies for some time, and will continue to do so. This decision is final. Any attempt to talk me out of this or leverage me into public view and the following videos will be sent to the press. Attached to the message are several videos of you breastfeeding, being burped, drinking your bottle, grinding against your messy diaper, and saying shameful things into the mirror. Mommy strokes your cheek, "You can't use touchscreens with your gloves, but if you agree with this message, just touch the 'send' button with your nose if you want and you'll be my baby forever." This is too big of a decision. You’re so emotional right now. Maybe Mommy is right. Maybe in a year enough people will have forgotten about this for you to make a return to the public eye. Doing that now though sounds like absolute torture. “Mmm!” you say, pushing out your chin. Mommy understands your request and pulls out your pacifier. You can’t believe what you're about to ask, but you’re going to ask it anyway. “Mommy, can I just…be your baby for a year? Like you said?” Mommy smiles. “Of course you can. Nothing would make me happier!”     Chapter 17: Finale The king and PR teams reluctantly agree that laying low for a while might be the best strategy. Until then, the princess will be depicted via A.I. in long-range "leaked" camera shots that depict her doing various normal adult things. One year with her as your baby, just as you had arranged with her last night. You look down at her. Her eyes are still red and her face tear-stained. You can't stop your heart from aching for your sweet hurting little princess. You decide that the bet you made with her could be dropped. A year could be more than enough time to teach her how to be a good girl.     Three Months Later: Halloween     "I'm NOT wearing this out there!" She states and stamps her foot. "Listen, aren't you tired of sneaking around the manor, terrified of people seeing you and laughing? At least this way you're playing into the joke. If they laugh it's because of the costume...not you," you state. She looks at herself in the mirror. It's a stereotypical princess costume, complete with a plastic tiara, and a cheap child-sized princess dress that does nothing to cover her diaper, which you’ve transformed to be patterned with black cats, pumpkins, and witches. Her forcefully obedient hands clutch a little heart-shaped plastic wand. "I look stupid." She pouts. "Yes, that's the point. It’s better to look silly for Halloween on purpose than on accident. Now come to the vanity so I can put on your makeup." She stomps over to you. Her emotional regulation has been getting much worse. Her mood seems to flip so fast now that it's hard to keep track of, yet also extremely easy to manipulate. "You're the first member of the royal family to attend the staff Halloween party," you say, "They've all really taken a shine to you." "They pity me, you mean." She says bitterly. "Maybe at first. But you've been much more agreeable lately. I think they all like you better as a baby." "Not a baby!" she insists. You put her pacifier into her mouth. She doesn't even argue or complain, she just sucks it. Maybe once she'd have gotten fussy about you taking the liberty, but now she loves her pacifier and doesn't care if she shows it. "There! You look perfect! A nice glittery face to match your sparkly dress! Now let's go to the party!" The dining room goes silent when you enter, leading the baby princess by the hand; but only for a moment. Then the talking and conversations continue. You guide her to a seat on a couch, and leave to get her a plate of food. You watch her from the buffet line as one of the footmen sits next to her, and strikes up a conversation. He says something and she laughs. Your attention returns to the food, then you get distracted; talking with one of the scullery maids. When you look back at the princess she's sitting on the floor smiling and talking while a handful of maids and servants sit on the chairs and couches around her. Someone else has already given her food, which she’s eating with her hands, completely oblivious to the looks of surprise some are giving her. Later, after a wonderful conversation about local politics and what waiting on the princess is like now, you decide to check on her and find her being bounced on a maids knee, laughing and squealing uncontrollably. "Good girl! Good girl!" The maid says over and over, fighting the urge to laugh herself. The princess is yelling for her to stop and squealing with laughter, while pawing at the front of her diaper as it rewards her for being good, unbeknownst to the person bouncing her. You smile at the scene. She's probably made more friends as a baby in the last hour than she'd ever made in her whole life as a princess. The last time you check on her, she's fallen asleep in front of a TV that had been playing Scooby-Doo cartoons for the various kids of the staff. A half-completed activity page is in front of her, and a crayon is loosely gripped on a hand. Her face is smeared with chocolate and her dress is a mess from an active play-session with the other kids. You gently scoop her up and carry her back to her little bed. It looks like she's going to have a lot more mommies and daddies from now on.     Five Months Later: Christmas     Christmas had always been your favorite holiday, but it definitely wasn't the princess's. It’s Christmas Eve and she doesn't seem excited or happy at all, in fact, she keeps sighing while you prepare her for bed.. "Anything you want for Christmas?" you ask conversationally. "Be normal." she says and looks down at her diaper. “TO be normal,” you correct. For some reason she’s been sometimes forgetting to use little in-between words lately.  "Normal is overrated," you say, raising her chin.  You pick up the brush and begin running it through her hair.  "Why would you even want that? Don't you like having so many mommies and daddies?" She sighs. "Yeah, I guess..." "What? Not big on Christmas?" You ask. "I dunno. It's just that the holiday is supposed to be all about family." She says. "So?" You ask, continuing to brush her hair. She pouts.  "In my entire life my father was only home for Christmas like… five times. The same for my mother and siblings, And not even on the same Christmases..." "Oh...that would make it kind of depressing." You admit. You knew this of course, but hadn’t really thought about it before, or how it would affect her. "Of course, we were always together for the staged Holiday photos we'd pose for in November." "At least you'd get lots of presents I'm sure," you say. "Oh yes." She says. "A mountain of presents all perfectly selected by a team of professionals based on a year-long study of my interests. If I were lucky maybe one or two of them would be from someone I actually knew." she says spitefully. She's fighting back tears. "Want to sleep with Mommy tonight?" You ask. She nods and sniffs. She spends that night tightly pressed against you, and you can't help but wonder if she had ever felt this close to her actual mother, or if even that relationship had been distant and professional. The next morning, you lead her by the hand to the ornate and professionally decorated foyer to unwrap her gifts. She plods along, still in her nightgown, obviously grumpy that you made her get up early for this. As she enters the room with the tree she's stunned by a roar of "Merry Christmas! and Happy Holidays!" "W-What-" All her mommies and daddies are here, as are their kids with whom she's been friends for the last few months. "Y-You're all here?" She says, stunned. "Yes" you say. "All of your new family is here." She looks at the tree. There isn't a single professionally wrapped present under the branches. Some of the gifts are in grocery store bags, some have duct tape on them, and a threadbare sheet has been used to theoretically hide what is obviously a large rocking horse. "There were other gifts," Simon says. "but they were kinda stuffy so we donated them," he shrugs, "You'll have to make do with our gifts I suppose." The room becomes a dull roar of dozens of conversations happening all at once. All the attention is off of her now, but she doesn't move. You hold her hand and it's trembling. You think she might be about to cry for a moment, but instead she turns and grips you tightly in a hug, then does the same to Simon before dropping to her knees in front of the tree and reading the names on the presents. What's in the boxes doesn't matter. She gets tons of pacifiers, baby dresses, play-suits, onesies, a rocking horse, and a dozen other cheap baby things. Half of the items are used and none of them are expensive, but none of that matters. All that matters are the names on the presents. They're gifts to her...from real people...who both knew her and wanted to give her things. She’s carefully making a pile of every paper with a ’to’ and ’from’ note written on it. Each addition to the pile is carefully smoothed and treated like it’s priceless.  Simon stands next to you as you both watch her crying with happiness as she rips wrapping paper from another present. Simon chuckles "Baby's first Christmas." he says, and takes a sip of eggnog. "Yep. Baby's first real Christmas." you say.     9 Months Later: Easter     You hold up a flashcard. "Round thing." "Ball. It's a Ball." you state. "Uuuugh! Whatever! This dumb!" Your adult baby flops back onto the picnic blanket. She's wearing nothing but her diaper and a small T-shirt while she takes in the warm sun. Her Easter basket lays on its side, the found eggs spread out across the blanket. She's come so far. Nine months ago she was terrified to leave her room. Now she's in the garden, enjoying an educational Easter picnic with you, and not displaying a single care for the gardener, landscapers, and various servants about the place. They're all her caregivers, and they're all her best friends. "Do you want to be a princess again or not?" You ask. "Good princesses know all the words on these cards." You hold up the next one. She props herself up on her elbows to see it. "Easy! Princess hat." "No, very close though. It's a Crown, specifically a tiara, or a diadem." "That's what meant!" she huffs. She swats at a fly with a thickly padded mitten. Shortly after christmas one of the mommies and daddies had a passing thought that she should have proper baby mittens, and that was all it had taken for them to materialize. She hated the change at first, but found that the downgrade didn't actually affect her movement much more than her gloves. "Can we go? I hot." she whines. "We can go in when you finish this deck." You say firmly. "Ugh, Yes Mommy." You hold up another card depicting a waiter. "Daddy!" She says. You sigh. "No. Waiter. Not every servant is a daddy." "Oh, right. Just the ones here." She squints hard. "Got it. Won't forget it this time." This was the hardest card for her. She never, ever got this one right. How could she get it right? Every servant in her world was now a mommy or a daddy. Hell, whenever a scullery maid was taking turns with her she usually spent some time grumpily secured to a table leg by a baby harness to keep her secure and out of the way of busy kitchen staff. Everyone now takes turns watching her and keeping her out of trouble, and she doesn't even notice that she gets passed from caregiver to caregiver like a baby in need of watching. Or if she does, she doesn't seem to mind. As her regression advanced, she became the entire Manor's darling. "This card?" "Horsey!" "Very close! Just 'Horse' though. No 'ee' sound at the end, okay?" "Okaaaay." You'd been making her spend a lot more time with the flashcards, much to her annoyance. The year was almost over, and she'd been happily boasting to the staff about how she was going to be a princess again. The thought makes you shudder. She has the brain of a toddler. You can't bear the thought of your sweet baby being on the evening news, babbling about 'going potty' and the last thing 'Mommy said'. She'd be torn apart and left crying by the first reporter...just like last time she went into the outside world, and she was much more mature back then. The flashcards were a last-ditch attempt to help her before she inevitably tried to rejoin the outside world. An attempt that didn't seem to be working. "This card?" you ask "Potty." she says proudly. "No, it's a toilet. Or a commode. If you were to use one you'd say-" "But I don't use them!" she giggles. "Potties are for big people!" The idea of using a toilet is now laughable to her. "But if you were to use it, you'd say..." you prompt. "Gotta potty!" She says happily. "No. 'I have to use the restroom'. You must be proper to be a princess again." "Uuuugh!" She flops back onto her back. "This boring!" You watch as Simon leaves the patio door and walks to the picnic blanket. He sits down beside you. "How are the flash cards going?" He asks. You sigh and raise the waiter card again. "Daddy." She says. Simon sighs. "Are you sure you want to be a big boring princess again?" He asks. "It can be really scary for a cute baby like you." "Yes. I'm sure." She states firmly. He's smiling like he usually does when he's planning something. "Well in that case, I just got off the phone with the king, and he says you’re ready to be a princess again!" "Really?!" She gasps in surprise. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small tiara. It's obviously costume jewelry; One step above plastic in quality. He places it on her head. Her brow furls. You can tell she's uncertain. Is this ploy really going to work? Has she really forgotten what being a princess even is? Her brow smooths and she looks up at Simon.  "Thank you daddy! Thank you!" She stands and holds her precious toy crown tightly onto her head. "I'm a princess again! I'm gonna show Nana!" And then she's gone. You and Simon watch as she runs barefoot across the grass, her sagging used diaper slapping between her thighs. "That was...actually a great idea." You admit. "Well, what else was I supposed to do? The first person she meets would destroy her. Can you imagine her talking to...anyone?" "I know." You're both quiet for a minute. Simon lights a cigarette and passes it to you. "I suppose you'll have to send that message you drafted last year," he says. You inhale, and release the smoke as you speak. "I've got way more content now. And after a year of her hiding, His Majesty will probably be more likely to accept the status quo," You say. Simon stares at the open door that she'd just run through. "Does she really think that wearing the crown makes her a princess again? Or was it just the excuse she was looking for so she could stay a baby without admitting she's no longer fit to rule?" You're both silent for a moment. You pass the cigarette back to him. From inside the manor you hear a happy squeal of laughter and a distant "No tickling!" You hear Aggie's voice say "Is that royal command from princess?" in a severe tone. "Yes!" giggles the princess Another shriek of laughter indicates that her royal command has been violated. You finally respond to Simon's pondering. "Does it matter?"   The End