Elfy

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

With his last day of school behind him, nothing seems to be in the way of his family treating him like the new baby. (Slightly shorter update this week. I've had a terrible flu which has really slowed me down.) --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- “Wakey wakey!” Fran’s voice was far too cheerful. Joey’s eyes slowly opened to see the inflatable bars of his crib. It was no longer a surprise to him, it didn’t feel alien or wrong to be there. It was a scary thing to consider. Had he already started adjusting to this position? “I’ll change Lucas first.” Fran said as she lowered the side of the more traditional crib. It had been a few days since Joey’s last day at school. In that time, as far as he knew, no one had tried to get in touch with him. He had been badgering Ben for any information about what was happening on social media and was told it was all quiet. He didn’t get a chance to use a computer himself, nor had he seen his phone in a few days, so if anyone HAD tried to contact him her wasn’t aware. It would probably be better if they hadn’t though. Joey would much rather everyone at school wipe him from their memories than anything else. After Lucas was changed and dressed, it was Joey’s turn. He stepped out of the inflatable crib with his soggy diaper hugging his crotch. He wasn’t a bed wetter, so the padding was still warm as he wet after waking up. It was probably why his mom usually changed his younger brother first. Joey felt a brief period of fresh air against his smooth and sensitive skin. It didn’t last for long though, it was with a depressing inevitability that fresh padding was lifted up and over his waist, taped closed securely and then flattened out by his mom’s hand pressing against the front. He was soon dressed in a onesie that was identical in colour to Lucas and sent downstairs. Ben was already at the kitchen table. The thirteen-year-old was looking at a comic book in one hand whilst spooning cereal into his mouth with the other. He barely even looked up as he heard the crinkles of his two brothers entering the room. It wasn’t just Joey who was getting used to the new status quo. Ben put his comic down to lift Lucas into one highchair and then held open the tray of the other. Joey still blushed furiously when his younger brother took any part of his babying. “Thanks.” Joey muttered as the tray was locked into place. Ben didn’t say anything. He rarely spoke to Joey at all unless it was necessary. He had a permanent look of mild disgust on his face when he had to do anything involved with Joey’s second babyhood. In contrast, he couldn’t have been more helpful with Lucas. He actively volunteered to help look after the baby more than was asked from him. Breakfast was the same as it usually was. Ben took care of Lucas and fed him, whilst Joey was looked after by his mom. Both the babies were given their bottles afterwards and then left in the highchair until they were taken to the playpen in the living room. It was an extremely predictable routine. Joey wouldn’t say that he liked it, but after what happened at school, he was more than happy to hide away. Similar to wanting to be forgotten by everyone at school, he thought it was ideal not to go outside, to hide away until the madness stopped. When the tray was unlocked and moved away, Joey slipped off the seat and held on to the edge of the table as he felt a hand on his backside. That was something else that was becoming increasingly common. Random diaper checks, no matter if he had only been recently changed or not. It seemed that his mom didn’t expect him to remain dry for long. “We need to go shopping.” Fran said as she withdrew her hand a few seconds later. “You don’t mean…” Joey turned around to look at his mom, “You don’t mean WE as in… me? Right?” “I do.” Fran replied. “Nuh uh.” Joey shook his head, “I’ll stay here with Ben.” “No, you won’t.” Fran said, “You need to come along.” “But… why?” Joey whined. Fran didn’t respond with her mouth. Instead, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pacifier that she seemed to always keep with her and pushed it into Joey’s mouth. The message was clear. She was done listening to the baby’s whines. Joey considered spitting it out and continuing. He thought about stomping his feet and refusing to move. Just like the baby treatment in general, his mother had a momentum behind her. She wasn’t going to be deflected. Since deciding to try treating Joey like a baby as a way to help him relax it was as if she had become a zealot. Nothing would budge her from her path and Joey was stuck going along with it. “Good.” Ben said from the table. He was reading his comic again, “I’ll look after Lucas but that’s it.” “You don’t even need to do that.” Fran replied cheerily, “He’s coming too.” Ben looked up and smiled widely. It seemed like the most genuine smile Joey had seen him have for a few days. He picked up his comic and left the room. No doubt he was happy for some time alone and without the burden of chores. “As for you two…” Fran continued, “We’ll get you both dressed in something more appropriate and head out.” Lucas was lifted on to Fran’s hip with a little bit of difficulty, he was getting bigger seemingly every day, whilst Joey’s hand was taken, and they went upstairs. Ten minutes later they were stood at the front door again. Joey’s fears of going outside certainly hadn’t abated, but he was glad at least that he wouldn’t stick out too much. For sure, his blue shorts didn’t completely hide the diaper bulge underneath, and the red shirt certainly looked a little childish for an eighteen-year-old but compared to some of the other things in his closet now it was as good as he was likely to get. Joey walked up to the car and felt his knees go weak. He seemed to completely lose the ability to comprehend what he was seeing for a few seconds. On one side of the backseat was Lucas’s car seat, in the same place as it always was, but on the other side… “It’s good, isn’t it?” Fran said as she opened the door, “It turns out disability aids are perfect for if you have a big baby.” Joey just stared at the large car seat. In truth, it didn’t look much like his little brother’s. It was, of course, much larger, but it also had more straps on it, and it seemed to be very adjustable. Joey was prodded in the back to make him walk forwards. He did as he was told and climbed into the car. As he sank into the new car seat, he felt his feet hanging an inch or two from the ground. He cringed as he felt his well-padded rear sink into the seat. “Right, this should be simple enough…” Fran said as she leaned in, “Ben helped me test it yesterday.” Joey had hoped that maybe his brother hadn’t been aware. He couldn’t believe Ben knew that seat was in the car and he hadn’t said anything. It made Joey wonder what other horrible surprises might be coming in the future. It was becoming increasingly clear that Ben wasn’t “on his side.” The straps were threaded over and under various parts of Joey. There were a couple over his shoulders, one across the chest, one across the belly and even one coming up between his legs. They all clicked together in a plastic circle; there was no obvious release for them. There were even more restraints for arms and legs but, mercifully, they were left unused. Once everything was clicked together, Fran tightened various bits until Joey was pushed against the back of his new toddler seat, his feet swinging uselessly. Fran declared it to be perfect and looked very happy. Joey, meanwhile, prayed that there were to be no more humiliating surprises. Fran stood back to admire her work and then suddenly looked like she was trying not to laugh. “You may want to take your paci out, baby.” Fran said as she stood at the open door, “That’s up to you though.” Joey felt his blood run cold as he belatedly realised that he had kept the pacifier in his mouth all the way from the kitchen to the nursery, and now out to the car. He reached up and plucked it out of his mouth. His face turning as red as his shirt. He looked around at the neighbour’s houses and just prayed that no one was watching. Fran chuckled as she closed the door and a minute or so later, they were on their way to the mall. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mvtjpvqm86e89b12 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2757865

We continue to get to know Chloe, including joining her on a night out. --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- “Good weekend?” Paige asked. “Yeah, thanks.” Chloe replied, “You?” “Oh, you know.” Paige shrugged but she smiled mischievously, “Same old, same old.” Chloe laughed as she sat down at her desk and placed her bag next to her chair. She pressed the power button on the PC and whilst she waited for it to boot up, she talked to her co-worker who was at the desk opposite her. The large office was filled with desks pushed together in pairs in a similar way. Chloe was very happy to be assigned the seat opposite Paige rather than any of the stuffy older men or women. “What about you though?” Paige leaned closer to lower her voice, “I saw you practically dragging that guy out of the club on Friday.” “Oh, Lenny?” It was Chloe’s turn to shrug, “Yeah, he was fun.” “Head of HR, isn’t he?” Paige asked. She looked scandalised when Chloe nodded and then started laughing. Chloe joined in. In some ways, Paige was like her kindred spirit. If Chloe was heading out to the club it was usually with Paige and, between them, they may have slept with more than half of the office. It wasn’t that they were easy, they just enjoyed sex and when they went to the club on Friday it was usually with a large group from the office. There was no hint that either had been doing it to try and climb the corporate ladder, and there wasn’t a competition or anything like that, it was just fun. Like Chloe, Paige was bisexual and very adventurous. “Well, don’t let our new CEO here about that.” Paige said half-seriously, “I’ve heard she’s pretty strict.” “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Chloe replied as she logged on and saw an inbox full of messages. She groaned. Chloe’s work was dull. It was one of the reasons she went as wild as she did at weekends, because the rest of the time she had to suppress herself. She worked in accounts for a medium-size company that sold stationary, and it was even less exciting than it sounded. The day passed like all the others, mind-numbing boredom with the occasional conversations with co-workers, mostly Paige. The whole week was like that. Chloe went to work, tried her best to not fall asleep, then went home to her apartment where she did very little until bedtime. It was as if she completely emptied her batteries at the weekend and required the week to charge them back up. --- “Are you coming out tonight?” Paige asked. It was Friday night. There was one hour to go before the end of their shift and Chloe was basically just sitting and trying to look busy as she watched the clock on the far end of the office tick ever so slowly towards five. “Of course.” Chloe replied, “When have you known me to miss a night out?” “Meet at the same place, at the same time?” Paige suggested. “Sure.” Chloe replied. With their plans settled, Chloe sat back in her seat and watched the clock again. She had already left the office in her head, picturing the drinks and dancing, and wondering who she might end up going home with. --- Chloe arrived at the club dressed in a sleek new dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her relatively small frame served to emphasise her bust and she made sure to choose a dress to really emphasise her assets. She revelled in the way she turned heads as she confidently strode into the club, finding Paige in her usual place. “How’s the talent looking?” Chloe asked with a grin. “Girl, you only just got here!” Paige laughed, “Come on, let’s go have a drink.” Chloe walked across to the bar for their drinks. The music was loud and booming, so much so that the two women had to practically shout to be heard. As they drank, Chloe’s eyes scanned the crowd for anyone who looked like they were worth her time. She didn’t immediately see anyone who interested her and soon she was out on the dancefloor with Chloe, the alcohol serving to loosen her inhibitions. Chloe and Paige were no strangers to each other. After several songs, with Chloe feeling a sheen of sweat on her skin, Paige leaned forwards and put her hands on Chloe’s hips, drawing her closer. Chloe cocked an eyebrow. Paige just grinned as she pulled herself closer and they continued to dance. The two had hooked up before, sharing casual encounters occasionally with no strings attached. Chloe put her own hands on her co-worker as they danced and sometimes retired to the bar for more alcohol. The more inebriated they got, the more they were hanging off each other. Chloe knew Paige had a crush on her, she’d admitted as much, but she also understood that Chloe wasn’t interested in anything more than some fun. “I need to visit the little girl’s room.” Paige leaned in to tell Chloe late into the night, “Maybe we should go back to yours afterwards…” Pickings had been slim that night. Chloe hadn’t really spotted anyone she was interested in, so she nodded, and Paige’s face lit up. Paige stumbled as she slipped off the stool she was sitting on and wobbled a bit as she headed towards the bathrooms. In the meantime, Chloe sipped from her bottle and looked down the bar. “Hello…” Chloe muttered to herself. At the other end of the bar there was a woman who immediately grabbed her attention. She was leaning forwards against the bar’s surface with a look of detachment in her eyes, almost like she was above the whole scene and knew it. Chloe noticed she was tall, even when leaning over as she was, and appeared to be alone. She found herself regretting that she acquiesced to Paige’s invitation right away. The mysterious woman was very much someone that she would’ve liked to get to know in a more private setting. Just as Chloe was about to turn away from the bar, the woman looked right back at her. Their eyes met for a second and Chloe couldn’t look away. She almost felt like she was being drawn over to speak to the woman. She smiled, a universal symbol of interest, and… the woman looked away disinterestedly. Chloe was taken aback. She quickly looked away herself but now felt very self-conscious. She considered herself good looking and it wasn’t often that she deigned to give someone something like a smile only to be completely rebuffed. She could feel herself growing hot under the collar, like she had embarrassed herself and everyone else at the club knew it. “Ready to go?” Paige asked as she came back to the counter a few minutes later. Feeling as if she had to somehow regain her confidence, Chloe grabbed Paige by the shoulders and pushed her lips against her co-workers. She felt Paige tense slightly in shock before quickly leaning into it and relaxing, her mouth opening for Chloe. They kissed for half a minute before Chloe pulled away. “Let’s go.” Chloe said. Paige started for the exit. Before Chloe pushed herself away from the bar, she looked down the row towards the mysterious woman. She wasn’t there anymore. --- Chloe felt a need to prove herself that night. She wasn’t sure why, but she just felt off-balance and needed to go back to what she knew. When stressed, some people throw themselves into their work, Chloe threw herself on Paige. She asserted control in a way she had never done with her co-worker and Paige was extremely receptive. They were up most of the night. Chloe wouldn’t let Paige rest and it wasn’t until the sun was coming over the horizon that she finally fell on to the bed next to her lover. She was drenched in sweat, as was Paige, and as were the sheets around both of them. Both their stomachs rose and fell quickly as they tried to catch their breath. They were exhausted. Chloe didn’t normally like the people she’d slept with staying for the night, even if they were a good friend like Paige, but things were different that morning. She was too tired to make it happen, and Paige seemed almost unable to speak from a combination of all the orgasms and being up all night. It wasn’t long after the lovemaking had ended that Paige was gently snoring. Still naked, only half-covered by the sheets and spread-eagled on her side of the bed. Chloe, despite being equalled tired stared at the closed curtains, slowly growing lighter from the rising sun outside. She fell asleep at some point, though she had no idea how long she remained awake. All she knew was that when she woke up, she found Paige cooking a very late breakfast in the kitchen. “I think I want to marry you.” Paige said jokingly as Chloe walked in. She’d draped her robe around her shoulders without tying up, leaving herself exposed. “We agreed on no strings.” Chloe reminded Paige, “And getting married is a pretty big string. Perhaps even a rope.” “Maybe breakfast will change your mind.” Paige chuckled. “If you’re hiding a ring somewhere and I crack my teeth, I’m sending you the bill.” Chloe said as she sat down and stretched. “Seriously though, last night was…” Paige paused for a second, she seemed to be reliving at least some of it in her head, “I don’t have the words.” “Yeah, you weren’t saying much in bed really.” Chloe teased, “Mostly moans and groans.” They ate breakfast and talked. Chloe was pretty sure Paige was hoping for a second round, but Chloe wasn’t feeling it. She had got her mojo back and the weird feelings the woman at the club had given her had faded away. Chloe was ready to get on with the rest of her weekend. Paige struggled to hide her disappointment, but after a quick shower, she was on her way home and Chloe was left alone to lay on the couch and hopefully find something to binge watch. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mv9dc3dd3eefd1/chapter/mvno0dhw1405e12 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2753214

Chloe is a strong, sexually liberated woman. She has no desire to be tied down by a partner, instead, she wants to enjoy every weekend as if it's the last. Finding a different partner for every weekend is easy for a beautiful woman such as herself. However, everything changes when her eyes fall upon Amanda. This strange vision of beauty immediately takes all of Chloe's attention and she will do ANYTHING to be with her... Though, not even Chloe could begin to imagine what doing "anything" could possibly entail... This is a story of a young woman becoming corrupted with a single thought and being willing to do anything to be with Amanda. It contains a lot of sex, a lot of diapers, and the slow descent to complete dependence. --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- Chloe & Amanda By Elfy Chloe’s arms were wrapped around his neck. She pulled him closer, until his chest pressed against her breast. He was breathing heavily, a slight whiff of alcohol the only thing spoiling the moment, but Chloe didn’t care about that. She lifted her legs from the bed and wrapped them around the Head of Human Relations. She had to giggle to herself, “human relations” indeed. Lenny’s hips suddenly thrust forwards and all thoughts of joking about the situation fell away as Chloe arched her back and moaned. Her fingernail dug into Lenny’s skin, not enough to cut, but enough to leave marks that would certainly be there when they were back at the office on Monday. She looked down, between her two breasts, down to when their hips seemed almost connected, with his slightly bigger than average cock buried deeply inside her. Chloe had been impressed by the size when they had practically fallen into the bed together after a night out at the club. She hadn’t expected the older man to be packing quite so much. He was far from the biggest she’d even seen or felt, but size was generally less important than most men believed, and Lenny certainly knew what to do with it. “You’re so big…” Chloe moaned in Lenny’s ear, “But hold on a second. I want to try something.” Lenny seemed to whimper a little as he was asked to stop ploughing into Chloe for just a few seconds. Crawling out from under the man, Chloe turned him around, so he laid on the bed in the way same she had been. This was what she liked in the bedroom. Control. Chloe straddled Lenny’s lap, sitting on his hips, her knees underneath her. She ran her body against his, feeling sweat intermingling as Lenny closed his eyes in apparent bliss. Chloe reached behind her for the dick that had been so recently opening her up. She pressed it against her body, feeling a combination of his pre-cum and her own juices lubricating it. She smiled as he moaned again. “You like that, big boy?” Chloe asked. She bit her bottom lip. She could feel his tool practically quivering in her hand. Chloe lifted herself up and angled the glistening head of the cock at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself on to it, enjoying the feeling as it pushed into her, each inch causing more excitement. When she was sat down, flat against him, she started grinding forwards and backwards. It was the position and motion that seemed best to get herself off. She moved slowly and sat back enjoying what she was doing to Lenny. Chloe arched her back to push out her breasts, reached up a hand to fondle them, and let out loud exaggerated moans of ecstasy. She didn’t have to pretend much though, Lenny was more than competent and keeping up with her, not something she could say for most men or women. Chloe felt Lenny’s hips start lifting in time with her movements, but she stopped and sat back down hard, forcing Lenny’s hips to the bed and making him whimper. Chloe giggled and smiled naughtily. She enjoyed sex, of course, but she also loved control. “No, no, no…” Chloe tutted her tongue and shook her head, “I’m the one in control here.” “But I’m so close…” Lenny let out a desperate whine. “We are finished when I say so.” Chloe replied. Lenny whimpered again but he didn’t move. Chloe restarted her slow grinding; she watched Lenny’s face and adjusted her movements based on his expression. She was experienced and knew exactly how to read a guy like Lenny. A man who just couldn’t help but show every feeling in his expressions. She sometimes sped up until he was practically trembling and then slowed down, sometimes even stopped, until he was no longer about to lose control. “Please…” Lenny whimpered, “I feel like my balls are going to explode!” Chloe smiled widely. Oh, how things had changed from the start of the evening. Back at the club Lenny, the head of HR at the company she worked for, had been the usual brash and cocky man boasting to his friends and colleagues who all tried to look interested. To see him whimpering underneath her as she completely controlled everything that was going on was exquisite. “Not until I say.” Chloe said slowly as she ran a hand down Lenny’s chest. Chloe wondered if Lenny had ever been treated this way in bed before. Had he ever been made to wait for his gratification? A wicked thought occurred to her, that she should just get herself off and then leave him with blue balls. She quickly disregarded that, she liked to be dominant, but she wasn’t cruel. The thought was enough to stoke the fires inside her though. Chloe started riding her partner for the night again and quickly found the rhythm and direction that pointed directly at her most sensitive spots. Seeing Lenny, the man with several times her salary and power, straining desperately hard not to cum was making her even wetter. She kept the same speed as she felt that sensitive spot inside her get tickled, felt it grow and until it felt like a little egg that was starting to crack with the pent-up waves of orgasmic bliss inside. “P-Please…” Lenny’s face was contorted, and it looked like he was tensing every muscle in a bid to not cum. The cracks on the egg got bigger and the shell was about to break. Lenny wasn’t the only one about to ride the waves of a long needed and anticipated orgasm. Emily looked down into Lenny’s face as her own words started to be hard to come by. “You… may… c-cum…” Chloe said between gasps of breath. It was as if she was giving permission to herself as well as to Lenny. The pleasure that had built and built suddenly exploded outwards, going through her body and making every nerve tingle with pleasure. She was moaning but she wasn’t really hearing herself, she was too focused on the waves crashing against every part of her. Somewhere underneath her, Chloe could hear Lenny’s grunts and inside her she could feel his manhood twitching, shooting it’s seed deeply into her. She was on birth control, you couldn’t really be as promiscuous as she was without it, so she wasn’t concerned. In fact, the feeling seemed to heighten her own pleasure. She did her best not to close her eyes as it all happened. She liked watching the people she was with squirm as they experienced bliss. Finally, it was all over. Lenny looked exhausted and they were both covered in all sorts of liquids. Chloe rolled off the top of her lover and sat up on the bed. She looked down past her fluttering chest with glistening, perky breasts, at her entrance, which was now leaking Lenny’s cum. She would have to change the sheets before bed. “That was…” Lenny’s breaths seemed laboured, as if he had just finished a gruelling session at the gym, “Incredible.” “Thank you.” Chloe smiled, “You weren’t so bad yourself. Will you be alright getting home tonight? The cabs should still be running.” “Oh, I, erm…” Lenny seemed surprised by the question, “I thought I might stay…” “Sorry.” Chloe said, “I prefer to sleep alone. This is just some fun, eh? No need to make it a thing.” “Right…” Lenny said. Chloe stood up with a strategically placed towel between her legs. She was going to hobble to the shower and her sincere hope was that Lenny would no longer be there when she got back. It wasn’t that she disliked him, though he was a bit of an overly compensating macho guy, it was just that she viewed sex as… sex. She didn’t want the awkward wake up, the breakfast, the goodbyes and the inevitable disappointment when Chloe reminded her partner, male or female, that they had agreed to a no strings attached one-night stand. They had done what they planned for, and now it was time to part ways. “I’ll be in the shower.” Chloe said as she walked out the room, “You can let yourself out. I’ll see you on Monday.” Before Lenny could say a word, Chloe was out of the room and heading across her apartment hallway to the bathroom. She waited until the water of the shower warmed up and then dropped the towel, stepping in and feeling the sweat getting washed away. Many would say the eighteen-year-old was unusually confident in sexual matters. Chloe put it down to knowing exactly what she wanted. It was an opportunity for her to be fully in control. It was perhaps the only part of her life where she was able to do exactly as she wanted. Most men or women wanted sex, but they never thought much beyond that. It was why she seemed to blow the mind of most people she was with. They seemed to never stop to consider it could be anything more than some quick thrusting, almost like the thing they had dedicated their whole evening to be getting should be done with as soon as possible. Chloe spent a few more minutes than she had to in the shower, giving Lenny a chance to get himself together and go. By the time she had dried herself off and exited the bathroom she was pleased to see that her apartment was, once again, back down to just herself. Walking into the bedroom, Chloe saw a note at the foot of the tangled sheets. It had Lenny’s phone number on it. She laughed and shook her head as she picked up the scrap of paper and put in her bedside drawer with a couple of dozen others. At the start of the evening Lenny had been very concerned about being more than twice Chloe’s age. It seemed like a good fuck had managed to loosen those worries considerably. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mv9dc3dd3eefd1/chapter/mvjcjh0f5d6f661 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2746875

Joey is sitting his final exam and Brad is demanding some help.Can Joey navigate this last day at school? --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- Joey heard footsteps of an invigilator walking up behind him. The woman stopped to look at something a few desks over, and then carried on, seemingly happy with whatever it was she had seen. Joey looked up for a second to see that they were about a quarter of the way through their time. He wiped his hand against his forehead and felt it come away damp. He was sweating a little, but it had nothing to do with the exam in front of him. Cough. Cough. The fake cough from Brad was none-too-subtle. In fact, Joey was sure it was drawing the attention of everyone who heard it, the last thing someone who was trying to cheat would want to do. Brad either didn’t care or didn’t realise how bad his acting was. Joey tried to ignore him. He was having no trouble with the exam, in truth it was one of the easiest he had, but Brad seemed to need the help. Joey looked up and saw and an invigilator looking at Brad and frowning. Joey wondered if he should tell someone what was going on. He felt that being pressured to cheat should be brought to someone’s attention. He didn’t though. There was a risk, however, that by even alerting the teachers to what was happening that suspicion might fall upon himself. Joey simply didn’t trust the teachers not to penalise him as well as Brad no matter how unfair that might be. Cough. COUGH. The second cough was so loud that Joey was looking round before he could think about it. Brad was looking straight at him, seemingly without a care in the world and then, under the desk, held up three fingers. Joey knew Brad was waiting to be told the answer. He hesitated. People were looking, surely, he would be caught. If Joey was found to be helping someone cheat, he could expect to fail immediately, worse than that, they might rip up all his other exams as well. Joey looked away and back down at his paper. “Give me the answer…” Brad’s mumbled threat chilled Joey. He could hear it, and so could the other students around him, “Or I’ll send you to the hospital.” Joey ignored the whispered threat. Maybe he could pretend he hadn’t heard Brad, maybe he could run away as soon as the exam was finished. In a straight up fight he knew he had no chance to beat the bigger guy. Joey had been hoping to find Tracy after the exam and have a go at fixing things between them, that was something that might have to wait. With three quarters of the time gone, Joey put his pen down. He simultaneously relaxed his bladder and felt a trickle of urine flow into his already wet padding. He shivered a little at the familiar tickling. The good news was that once students had finished their exam they were allowed to be excused. Joey raised his hand for a teacher to come and collect his work. At least he would be getting out of there before Brad and could hopefully get home. “Finished?” A teacher whispered. Joey nodded and handed her the paper. The teacher took it and walked away, nodding her head to say that Joey was excused. He pushed his chair back and quickly glanced sideways where he saw Brad glaring at him. He didn’t linger as he hurried, as fast as his padded crotch would allow, to the back of the hall and the doors out into the corridor. At the same time that he had finished, a lot of others were also finishing and there was a constant trickle of people leaving the hall. Joey had managed to get down the hallway and around the corner. He felt strange. This was very likely the last time he would ever set foot in the school. Joey was almost wistful about it all. He was about halfway to the front doors when he heard an angry shout behind him. He froze up. “Joey!” Brad’s voice echoed off the walls. Joey slowly turned around to see Brad advancing towards him. He felt his legs start to shake as he swallowed nervously. The bully looked far from happy. Brad stopped mere inches from Joey who automatically flinched. Brad wasn’t the sort of bully who often beat people up, he didn’t have to. His size and threats were usually enough for him to get anything he wanted. “I told you to help me.” Brad growled, “Do you think I was joking?” “I… I didn’t want to get in trouble.” Joey mumbled. He knew he sounded pathetic. “You just had to use the signals!” Brad looked angrier than Joey had ever seen before, “Now I’m going to fail and they’re going to make me redo the exam over summer.” Joey was up against the wall. He looked sideways at the exit to the building and wondered if he could make a run for it. It seemed unlikely. Even without the diaper between his legs, Joey wasn’t particularly fast, and Brad worked out. “M-Maybe I could help you study?” Joey offered lamely. “Boys? Is everything alright?” Mr. Finch, a Religious Studies teacher had walked around the corner. He was smiling and didn’t seem to see that Joey was feeling threatened. “Yes, sir.” Brad said with his winning smile, “Just chatting to my good friend Joey.” “Ah, last day goodbyes, eh?” Mr. Finch nodded, “Alright, good luck in the future you two.” “Thank you, sir.” Brad said cheerfully. Joey watched the teacher walking away and wished he had the ability to speak up. He tried to take the opportunity to sidle away from Brad and move towards the building’s exit but a large hand on his shoulder pushed him back against the wall. Brad continued smiling until Mr. Finch was out of sight, then he turned on Joey again, his happy face quickly replaced by something much fiercer. “Where you trying to go, eh?” Brad asked. His hand remained on Joey’s shoulder. “J-Just leave me alone… please…” Joey begged. “You’re pathetic.” Brad shook his head, “I should’ve kicked your ass years ago.” Joey’s fight or flight response kicked in, and he certainly wasn’t going to fight. In a panic, he tried to pull away from Brad’s grip. They started struggling as Joey tried to put distance between himself and the bully. His clothes were being pulled at and his bag soon ended up on the floor. “Let me go!” Joey exclaimed. He hated that he could feel tears welling up in her eyes. He really wished he had his pacifier to calm himself down. Joey managed to shrug off Brad’s hand for a moment. He turned towards the main doors and took two hurried steps before he felt a hand grabbing the bottom of his shirt. Joey felt like he was going to throw up. Only a thin piece of clothing separated his diaper from Brad’s hand. Time seemed to move into slow motion as Brad pulled. There was no doubt Joey’s shirt rose up, even if just a little, to expose what was underneath. “What the…” Brad said. “Please… No!” Joey begged as he continued to try and pull free whilst also keeping his modesty, “Just let me go befo-…” Brad’s hand moved to the waistband of Joey’s pants. With a yank they came down around Joey’s ankles causing him, in his struggle, to stumble and full on to his face. His legs were bare, and his wet diaper exposed to the hallway, exposed to Brad. Joey’s eyes filled with tears as he tried to scramble upwards. He was whimpering like a toddler on the verge of a meltdown. “Joey, about earlier, I… What the fu-…” Tracy had walked around the corner and was approaching the scene. “Oh my God!” Brad started laughing. Full on belly laughs that caused him to double over with his hands across his stomach. “Joey?” Tracy seemed to be in a state of shock. “A diaper!?” Brad sounded like he was in danger of running out of air, “Holy crap, it’s wet too!” Joey stood shakily and looked at his girlfriend and his bully, both standing a few feet away, through eyes shimmering with tears. He blinked and the salty liquid ran down his cheeks. He reached down for his pants and finally managed to pull them up. He sobbed a couple of times and then realised he had to get out of there as fast as he possibly could. He turned on his heels and ran through the doors, his loud crying blocking the laughter from Brad. Joey kept running. He had one hand on the waistband of his pants, holding them up to try and prevent his diaper being displayed to even more people. The other hand wiped his eyes and then reached for his phone. He called his mom and told her he needed picking up. Fran asked what was wrong, but Joey felt unable to say it. He just reiterated that he needed to go home. Joey waited at a nearby bus stop. He got some strange looks from other people who saw his tears with a mixture of concern and suspicion. Joey found himself feeling glad. They may have thought he was strange but at least none of them were aware of the secret in his pants. He was grateful when his mom’s car pulled up at the bus stop. “What on Earth happened?” Fran asked as Joey got in the back. “I don’t want to talk about it…” Joey said as he tried to swallow down a fresh wave of sobs. Joey caught a look of himself in the rear-view mirror and winced. No wonder people were looking at him weirdly; he had streaks of tears going down his red face and his eyes were very puffy. He looked more like a post-tantrum toddler than he would’ve liked to admit. “Come on, tell Mommy.” Fran said as she turned in her seat. It seemed she really wasn’t going to drive away until she heard the truth. Joey wanted nothing more than to get into the privacy of his home. He didn’t care that it meant more baby treatment, at that moment all that mattered was that he got somewhere that no one else could see him and his pathetic state. “Please…” Joey whined. “Tell Mommy.” Fran repeated. Joey hung his head and explained what had happened. He told his mom about the bullying that had been going on for years, he told her about the problems with Tracy and then, slowly and haltingly, he went through the humiliating events of that very day. He could never look up; he didn’t want to see how his mom must’ve been looking at him. The shame of re-telling the story started his crying again. “Oh, baby…” Fran said with a deep sigh, “Why didn’t you tell me about the bully?” “B-Because it’s… pathetic!” Joey said around the sobs that still forced their way up and out of his mouth, “I’m eighteen!” Fran didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Joey could practically hear what his mom was thinking. That he wasn’t eighteen, not really. He was more like eighteen months than eighteen years at least. That he was actually a baby, and that he should find solace in going to that place, taking comfort in the things that had brought him such relief from stress recently. Joey reached for his bag and unzipped it. He rooted around in the bottom until he found what he was looking for and then pulled it out. It didn’t seem to matter that anyone could look in through the car windows and see what he was doing. He lifted his pacifier to his lips and started sucking on it. He let out a deep shaky breath around the mouthguard. “Good boy.” Fran said, “You just relax. We’ll be home in a minute and then you don’t have to worry about those mean people ever again.” That was actually a comforting thought. Joey would never need to see or interact with Brad again. Sure, the last image that he had left the bully with was of how pathetic he was, but that hardly seemed to matter now. Even the stuff with Tracy seemed less important all of a sudden. She had seen how pathetic he really was and could make a clean break with him. She would go off to college and find a proper man whilst Joey remained at home, in the playpen where he felt none of the stresses and worries of the world intruding on him. Back at home, Joey was given a reprieve from having to interact with anyone else. Ben was at school and Lucas was at a daycare, meaning it was just Joey and his mom. After closing the front door, she shoved a hand down Joey’s pants and discovered just how wet he was. She clucked her tongue a few times. “Go upstairs, baby.” Fran said, “I’ll be up to change you in a minute.” Joey didn’t complain. He waddled his way up and into the nursery. To save his mom time, he even stripped down to just his diaper. He could see in the full-length mirror just how much his diaper was sagging. It would’ve been the exact view Brad and Tracy had got of him. He shivered and turned away; he didn’t need to set off his emotions again. Joey hopped up on to the changing table as Fran came in. He laid back and looked at the ceiling as he let his mom’s comforting hands remove the wet diaper, clean him up, and then tape a new disposable around his waist. The dry padding felt so much more comfortable. “Alright, you can play until we need to go pick up your brothers, alright?” Fran said as she led Joey, now clad in a yellow t-shirt and denim shortalls, back downstairs and into the living room. Joey didn’t reply. He wasn’t supposed to. He was just a baby after all. Instead, he sucked on the soother in his mouth and did as he was told. He sat down and listened to the playpen gate closing behind him, then he grabbed a box of toy cars and started to play. Anything to distract himself from the memories of that day. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mvdoxx9ke2a97511 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2742347

Will Emma have her happily ever after and get just what she wanted after so much struggle? --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Epilogue I sat nervously. It was difficult to stay still as the clock ticked loudly in the silent waiting room. I wondered whose idea it was to buy such a loud clock and what their intent was. If it was to make you conscious of every single second that ticked by, they had done a good job. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My diaper was still dry, a minor miracle, but the blue plastic chair beneath me wasn’t built with comfort in mind. “You’re going to be fine.” Jacob whispered to me, “Whatever happens, we have each other.” Jacob put a hand on my knee. It had been bouncing almost nonstop; the nervous energy being channelled down through my legs. A nurse came in a called out a name, it wasn’t mine, but I looked up to see another woman, very pregnant, get led off by her man. She was waddling. Still in diapers. And that was the crux of the problem for me. Prom had been nine months ago. A lot had changed in that time, but a lot had stayed frustratingly the same as well. Hence the diaper I was still wearing, and why I was now sat in the doctor’s waiting room. I’d had tests a week ago and when they called, they asked Jacob to bring me in. That wasn’t good. I knew enough to know that if a doctor wanted to discuss test results, it wasn’t a sign that everything was fine. I looked around at the other people in the waiting room and wondered what they were all there for. It was mostly elderly people, often in couples but occasionally a man on his own. I almost instinctively looked to see if the various women were padded. Most were. I wondered if it bothered them as much as it bothered me. Because that was what had driven Jacob and I to the doctor’s office. It had been nearly a year since prom. A lot had changed in that time. Jacob and I were still going strong, and, in fact, I had never been happier. Despite my best efforts it was clear my family was not going to be won around, they didn’t at all appreciate my choice of boyfriend. Dad had harangued me nearly every time I had seen him since prom night, demanding to know why I had let go of a fine man like Liam. He didn’t like Jacob’s liberal ideas such as letting me make my own choices. I got the feeling my mom was happy for me, I think even Ollie was pleased, but dad ruled the house and if he said they wasn’t going to be involved with my life as long as I was with Jacob, none of them were. As I predicted the moment I slapped Liam in the face, I was quickly told to pack my things and get out of my family’s home. Fortunately for me, Jacob’s family was more than happy to welcome me into their home. Living with the Wright family was a truly eye-opening experience. It took a lot of getting used to when people started asking what I thought about things and gave me some independence. One night, Jacob’s mom asked what I wanted for dinner and after stuttering for a few seconds I just burst into tears. They were wonderful and patient people. After around six months Jacob and I moved out of the main home and into a flat nearby. It was a lot smaller, but it was home and, thanks to a generous gift from Jacob’s family, it was ours. We still went over to the family home often though, after so many years it was just so nice to be treated like an equal that I never wanted to leave. It wasn’t only me that was experiencing a lot of change. After my initial joy that Zoe and Liam were getting on so well, I started to worry. I knew what Liam was like and I feared for my friend’s safety. However, after many months, and me asking seemingly a hundred times, Zoe told me she was really happy, and I had to believe her. She was getting what she wanted, a dominant man who would make her a “traditional” wife. Me and Liam had been a bad fit and it resulted in a lot of tension, but both Liam and Zoe seemed much happier and calmer now. A couple of months before my trip to the doctor’s office, Zoe stunned us all by announcing she was pregnant with what she assured us was the first of many children. I hadn’t forgotten about Nicole either. We didn’t see each other much, in fact, I could probably count the times we had met since graduation on one hand. Nicole was still in school, having dropped back a couple of years and joined the boys’ classes. We kept up over social media and the phone. I was happy, and not a little jealous, that she seemed to be excelling in her classes and seemed very likely to go on to university, an incredible feat. However, although so much had changed, there were some things that had stayed resolutely the same no matter how much I wished they would change. Just a couple of weeks after I moved in with Jacob, we started working on the things I wanted more than anything. My coordination and, especially, my potty training. It was embarrassing but I was determined. Jacob bought every book he could find whilst I scoured the internet for tips and advice. I tried so hard, and we cycled through all sorts of methods from setting alarms to make me go to the bathroom every few hours to limiting my water intake to special exercises designed to strengthen the muscles around my bladder and bowels. After months of hard work, and a lot of tears and frustration, I had got nowhere. No matter what Jacob and I tried, I was as helplessly dependent on my diapers as ever. Not only that, but the rest of my coordination wasn’t improving either. I was as clumsy and prone to accidents as I ever was. That’s what led us to the waiting room of the doctor’s office. I desperately wanted to get better but nothing was working, eventually I decided that we had to see if something was wrong. I had prayed to be told I was fine, maybe just a slow developer, but in my heart, I knew I wasn’t going to get good news. “Emma Crouch.” A man called from the hallway at the other end of the waiting room from the main entrance. I swallowed anxiously and stood up. Jacob asked if I wanted him to come with me and I nodded my head. I took his hand and squeezed it as I followed the smiling doctor down the corridor to an office. I sat down none too soon as I felt like my knees had turned to jelly. The room felt imposing, just being in there took me back to being the “little girl” who was to listen and not speak. Maybe that was the point, after all this doctor was unlikely to be of the enlightened variety judging by his age. Jacob’s hand found mine and he held it tightly as the doctor closed the door and walked around behind his desk to sit down. The moment he looked at me I felt my heart drop. His expression was of the kind that let you know bad news was coming before he said a word. It felt like a special way of looking at someone that they taught doctors at medical school. However, before he opened his mouth, he turned from me and looked at Jacob. “Mr. Wright, thank you for bringing Emma in. I see-…” The doctor started. “I’m sorry…” Jacob said loudly over the top of him, “But it is my girlfriend who is here for this appointment. It might help if you address her.” God bless Jacob. Even at times of high emotion like that, he was always the first person to stick up for me. The doctor looked back and forth between us a few times. It was as if Jacob had asked the doctor to talk to a potted plant, he clearly thought the idea pointless. He didn’t bother to suppress an eyeroll as he turned to me. I swallowed nervously and braced myself. “OK, well, Emma, we’ve done a battery of tests, as I’m sure you’re aware.” The doctor said slowly and a little louder than was necessary, “And I regret to inform you that you have Asthenia Nervosa.” I didn’t know what the disease or condition was, but my eyes started watering immediately. I could hear a ringing in my ears and my heartbeat seemed like it should’ve been audible to everyone in the room as the doctor continued. “I’m afraid it’s a congenital condition that has no cure or treatment.” The doctor continued. He sounded almost bored, perhaps he was just put out that he had to talk to me. My mind went blank. Tears rolled down my face, but I didn’t make a sound. I just stared straight ahead not really comprehending anything that was happening. The doctor was talking about exactly what caused the disease, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to know was if I could get better. It was like a tiny sliver of hope, maybe it would delay my development, but it didn’t have to be the end… “I’m afraid the effects can be quite debilitating.” The doctor said, “You’re lucky, you seem to have escaped the worst of it. You asked in your assessments particularly about your fine motor control and… potty training.” The doctor frowned. He clearly didn’t think a woman should be potty trained. Despite my shock, or maybe because of it, I started to wonder if he had a wife. I wondered what her life was like. “I have to say that it is very, very unlikely that your condition will improve at this point.” The doctor said casually. It felt like he was writing off my future and he was barely bothering to look at me. “What does that mean?” Jacob asked. “It means, Mr. Wright, that your girl is almost certainly not going to potty train successfully. I would very much doubt she would be able to improve her motor control either, certainly not to any significant extent.” Those words, the final condemnation of my future, seemed to wipe my mind blank. I only comprehended a few words here and there after that. Jacob asked if I was OK with a look of deep concern, I could only stare blankly at him. The doctor made a comment that Jacob should consider himself lucky, that the condition could’ve been worse and that a woman didn’t need any more than I already had, that I would remain, in terms of coordination and bladder control, a toddler. Things were a blur. I didn’t know how long after that it was that I was being helped back to the car. I had Jacob’s arm around my shoulder, and I slowly shuffled out as he kept talking to me. I sat in the car but didn’t remember the drive and when we reached the flat, I sat down on the floor with my back against the couch. All around me were the devices bought to try and help me gain the motor control I had desperately sought; I now saw them as little more than baby toys. A cube to put shapes into and colouring books with exercises designed to strengthen and train muscles, they no longer seemed like things I had been using to train myself, instead, they seemed like things I had been playing with. It had all been a waste of time. Jacob sat with me for a while. He kept telling me how much he loved me and that what the doctor said would never change that. He told me we could keep trying anyway, that maybe the doctor was wrong. After cuddling me and then getting us both drinks, mine in a sippy cup so it didn’t spill, he just sat with me. Slowly, the shock started to wear off. As it did so, it was replaced by an overwhelming sadness. The tears started and they didn’t stop. Unlike in the office, these weren’t silent or dignified. I started wailing as Jacob pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me. I cried completely, as if I had never done so before, barely taking great big breaths between body wracking sobs. It felt like it would never stop. Everyone had been right. I was just a useless baby after all, and now I knew I always would be. My tears only stopped when I had no more left in me. I was laying against Jacob’s chest as he continued to stroke me despite the fact that I had soaked his shirt with my tears and snot. I felt exhausted and yet I knew I wouldn’t sleep. My head ached and I had to drink from the sippy cup just to try and replenish some of the liquid that had poured out of me. After sitting with me for another half an hour, with neither of us saying a word, Jacob asked if he could go to the bedroom to get cleaned up and use the bathroom. I nodded my head, deciding not to tell him that during my flood of tears I had also flooded my diaper. I looked down at my crotch and realised it was something that would likely never stop no matter how much I wanted to. I felt like I had lost something I had never had in the first place. Jacob was gone longer than I expected. I didn’t move from my position on the floor even though my butt was going numb. I just waited for Jacob to come back, to continue to cuddle and stroke me as I came to terms with the diagnosis. I heard some bumps and bangs coming from the bedroom but before I could really speculate what was happening, Jacob came back into the room and my jaw immediately dropped. “J-Jacob…” I said. My throat felt like it had turned to pulp from all the crying and my voice was very raspy, “What are you…?” “I have to admit, this feels pretty weird.” Jacob replied with a tentative smile. Walking back across the room towards me, Jacob had stripped out of his pants and everything else. He was wearing a diaper, one of mine, which only just stretched enough to fit him, and a t-shirt. I watched as he walked across the room accompanied by the crinkling I knew only too well. “I don’t understand…” I whispered. Was Jacob making fun of me? “I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing.” Jacob said as he sat down just in front of me, spreading his legs so they went either side of my body, “But I wanted to show that you’re not going through this alone.” “By… wearing a diaper?” I asked. I couldn’t stop staring at it. If I was honest there was something strangely alluring and naughty about it. Most men would rather be killed than wear a diaper, it was one of the most emasculating things that men could imagine. “Yeah.” Jacob replied, “I just… I want to support you. I want you to know these diapers and things, they don’t define who you are. Me and you, we’re on the same level no matter what we’re wearing. I love every part of you. I don’t diapers have any bearing on how grown up you are… but if you aren’t able to “grow up” to where I am? Well, I’ll just have to “grow down” to you.” It took me a few seconds to actually absorb Jacob’s words. I still wasn’t sure what he was saying and, if I wasn’t honest, I don’t think he knew precisely wither. What was undeniable was that the words came from a place of complete love, and it almost didn’t matter what he said, the meaning was all the same. I smile spread across my face tentatively and then, despite everything, I let out a little tired laugh. “You’re so silly.” I said. I pushed myself forwards on to my hands and knees and crawled forwards. I sat up with my thighs going over his, facing him, so our legs were behind each other. Our padded crotches touched together as I scooted forwards into another, less tearful, cuddle. It felt very strange to have diaper on diaper contact with Jacob, and yet it wasn’t entirely disagreeable. That was a strange sensation to be having. “Oh, there was one other thing.” Jacob said as we pulled apart but remained in our sitting positions and pressed right up against one another. “Hmm?” I asked. Jacob’s hand went down to his diaper. I watched and wondered what he was doing as it slipped inside the waistband. He winced and twisted his body as he reached for something. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for sex, and I was about to say so when he pulled a little square box out of the padding. How he had fit it in there in the first place was a mystery to me. “Miss Emma Crouch.” Jacob said. He flipped open the box to reveal a gold ring inside, encrusted with a small diamond. I gasped, covering my mouth and feeling my breath catch in my chest, “I love you more than anything. Would you do me the honour of being my wife?” I thought I had no more tears to shed. I was wrong. My eyes filled as I rapidly nodded my head and mouthed “yes”, my throat not yet letting any of the words out. I pulled my legs under me and practically tackled Jacob to the ground as I kissed him passionately. “You’ve… made me… the… happiest… man alive!” Jacob managed to get out between my insistent kisses. And as one of my hands trailed down to the diaper he was wearing, ready to go searching for whatever else he might have in there, I knew that no matter what diagnosis I had and no matter what the future would bring with regards to my potty training, I was the luckiest girl in the world. --- This story is completed, but I've just started a brand new one over on Ream and SubscribeStar! "Chloe & Amanda" is a tale of sex, degradation, and the corruption of one woman into a diaper slut for another. You can find the first part down below: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mv9dc3dd3eefd1 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2735885

Joey has to return to school to sit one of his final exams. However, that means confronting a girlfriend he's been ignoring and a bully he'd been trying to avoid... --- I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both). https://reamstories.com/elfy/ https://subscribestar.art/elfy --- “It’s just one day… It’s just one day…” Joey repeated that mantra in his head the whole morning as he was changed, dressed and then driven to school by his mom. Ben was in the car too though he didn’t talk or even deign to look at his “big” brother. Lucas was the other occupant, sitting in his car seat and playing with a stuffed dinosaur as if this was just another day. The closer the car got to the school building; the more nervous Joey became. He could feel anxiety rolling around in his stomach like a ball that kept growing and growing. The diaper underneath his butt and between his legs seemed to grow larger with every rotation of the car’s wheels. He dreaded seeing Tracy. She was perceptive enough that Joey was sure she would notice something was wrong the second she laid eyes on him. “Maybe we should be taking you to day care with Lucas.” Fran said as she turned the car into the day care parking lot. “Mom!” Joey exclaimed, “You’re not helping!” “Relax, baby.” Fran said as she stopped the car and looked back from the driving seat, “I know you have to finish your exams first. And, please, call me “Mommy.”” Joey looked down at his lap, his face burning red. Next to him, Ben snorted with derision. The rear passenger door to the car was opened and Fran helped Lucas out of his seat. Once Lucas was on his way to the day care and the door was closed behind him, Joey and Ben were left alone. The car seemed to be incredibly silent. The only noise was a small ticking, a dripping or something else from the hot engine. Joey took a deep shaky breath, the high school was just up the road, in the mirrors he could see students on the way there. Most of them looked excited, the year was coming to an end and a long, seemingly endless, summer seemed to stretch out before them. It couldn’t have been more different from how Joey felt. “Please don’t tell anyone.” Joey said eventually, breaking the uneasy silence between the two brothers. “As if I’d want to.” Ben muttered. “I know, I’m just saying…” Joey said. “Look, maybe you don’t get it.” Ben turned to look at Joey for the first time since they got into the car. Joey must’ve made a sorry looking sight, sure he wasn’t wearing baby clothes, but he was wearing an outfit that didn’t seem entirely congruent with his age still, “You’re embarrassing. Hell no, I won’t tell anyone wants going on, because I don’t want to be labelled the kid with the freak for a brother.” Joey ducked his head and closed his eyes. His brother’s words were harsh, but he understood why as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The diaper crinkled and in the silence of the car it was audible to Ben as well. “It’s alright for you.” Ben continued in a dark tone, “You get to disappear after today. I’ve got to come back next year, and the year after. You think I want to be known as the guy with a freak as a big brother?” “Alright, I get it.” Joey said quietly. Fortunately, Joey didn’t need to hear more of his brother’s diatribe. Through the windscreen they could both see their mother returning to the car sans Lucas. By the time Fran was sitting back down the two boys had lapsed back into silence. They could really have walked from the day care to the high school that was just down the block. Joey was grateful he didn’t have to though. He knew his outfit was completely hiding the bulge underneath and he got the feeling that if he moved too much, he would end up with bad rub marks on his inner thighs. When Joey got out of the car, he was hesitant to head towards the building. Ben, on the other hand, practically ran away and didn’t look back as he went up the steps to the front door. Joey’s heart raced and his mouth had gone dry. “Have a good day.” Fran said with the window of the car rolled down, “And don’t forget to go to the nurse if you-…” “I know!” Joey quickly exclaimed before his mom could say anything else. Joey slung his bag over his shoulder and walked quickly away from the car. He very quickly started feeling self-conscious about the crinkles coming from his waist. With all the excited students around him no one could hear his diaper, but there would undoubtedly be quieter moments, and a single crinkle could give him away. Joey walked down the corridor towards his locker. He immediately froze up when he saw Tracy standing next to it, leaning back on her own locker and typing on her phone. Joey thought about turning tail and running away, to go hide in the bathroom or something, but Tracy looked up and right at him. “Hello stranger.” Tracy called out, “Have you been ignoring me?” Joey swallowed nervously and almost stumbled forwards. He felt ultra-aware of his body and his senses seemed to be on high alert, he knew he was acting weirdly right away but he couldn’t seem to remember what normal looked like. “H-Hey.” Joey said nervously. “What’s wrong?” Tracy asked immediately. “Nothing.” Joey answered. He opened the door, to stop his girlfriend from seeing his face as much as anything else. “Uh huh.” Tracy didn’t seem convinced. When he closed his locker door, she was looking at him with a rather terse smile and a raised eyebrow, “So where were you? I tried calling, texting… I even left a message on your Facebook.” “I was at home.” Joey said evasively, “And busy.” “Too busy for me?” Tracy asked in a slightly hurt tone. Joey could feel himself sweating. He felt like he was under interrogation for some heinous crime and Tracy was the lead detective. He swallowed and licked his dry lips. The diaper between his legs had never felt bigger. What could he tell her? That he had been at home but hadn’t had access to his electronics because he was in a crib, playing with toys and getting his diaper changed? No amount of torture would get that information from him. “And I KNOW you were at home.” Tracy said, her annoyance at Joey’s evasiveness evidently growing, “I asked Ben when I saw him on Messenger.” Joey felt his blood run cold. Tracy had been talking to Ben? The possibilities of what she had been told and what she already knew suddenly exploded. Joey froze with his hand halfway into the locker, he could feel the colour draining from his face. “W-What did he say?” Joey asked quickly. “That you were at home.” Tracy replied with a frustrated sigh. “Nothing else?” Joey followed up almost as fast as his original question. “What are you hiding?” Tracy demanded. Her voice was raised now. Her patience had clearly already been at breaking point, but Joey’s behaviour had pushed her to the edge. Joey said nothing. He just looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come up with some sort of answer that would make sense, but as she looked at him lifted her arms waiting, he started wetting himself. The flood of urine into his diaper took all the concentration off his task and he was left completely speechless. He wasn’t even sure what had caused himself to pee, sure, he knew he needed to go but it hadn’t felt like he had been THAT desperate. “You know what? Don’t even bother coming up with some lie.” Tracy said as she pushed herself into an upright position with use of the lockers. “Tracy, I…” Joey mumbled. He shivered a little as the spreading warmth in his pants covered his genitals. It was too late. Tracy had turned away and was storming off down the corridor, almost knocking several other students to the ground as she passed. Joey stood completely still and watched her go. He didn’t think he had any choice. He couldn’t answer her questions in any way that would make sense. Joey turned back to his locker with a sigh and started getting his things ready. He was thankful he only had the one exam before he could go home again. Perhaps he would be able to convince his mom that with his exams over he was no longer as stressed. He felt doubtful but he had to cling on to something to give him some hope. “Hey, nerd.” Brad’s voice shouldn’t have been a surprise to Joey. The bully never missed an opportunity to twist the knife, “Girl problems?” Joey looked to the side where Brad was now leaning against the lockers and smirking. Joey reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his lunch money, handing it over without any fuss. He really didn’t need yet more trouble. Joey closed his locker and turned to walk away but Brad’s strong hand clamped down on his shoulder. “What’s the rush?” Brad asked. “I have an exam.” Joey muttered. “Not for fifteen minutes.” Brad replied, “Besides that what I wanted to talk about.” Joey already didn’t like where this was going. He turned around to face Brad who was looking at him like a shark might look at a particularly tasty fish. Joey subconsciously pulled the waistband of his shirt down a little more to make sure his diaper was fully covered. “We’re sat near each other in these exams, right?” Brad said, “Well, since you’re such a nice guy and everything, I figure you’d want to give your old pal a helping hand.” “What do you mean?” Joey asked cautiously. “I mean…” Brad stepped closer, “You’re going to hear me cough, and you’re going to look over and see what question I’m pointing at, then you’re going to give me the answer.” “But…” Joey had never been asked to cheat before. “I’ll see you in there.” Brad said as he clapped Joey on the back a couple of times and walked away. Joey was left staring down the hallway yet again. He had watched Tracy storm off, and now Brad swaggered away, clearing a path of frightened students in front of him. Joey closed his eyes. The diapers were meant to make him less stressed, but he had never felt less prepared than he did right there and then. --- If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mv3fa2nz003d0a10 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2730972