Elfy

The escape is underway. Events are confused as Anna and Ryan are bundled away from the studio... but where are they going to go? --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Anna, have you lost your damn mind!?” Thorn demanded. Now torn between looking at the road and the person holding a gun to her head. “I’m not leaving her to be taken to Finishing School!” Anna practically screamed, “Not this time!” “Anna, sweetie, please…” Ryan was slowly moving her way, arms outstretched and arms wide, “Lower the gun.” “You won’t shoot.” Thorn said dismissively, “Anna, I respect what you are doing, truly I do. I get it. Now put the gun down so we can carry on.” Anna was stuck. It felt like a tornado was running through her head and scattering all her thoughts. No, of course she couldn’t shoot Thorn. What was she doing? She was threatening the very person who was risking so many lives to get her away from Sallas. Did she really want to risk everything for Jane? The turning for the gated community was almost level with them now. If she was going to do anything it had to be right that second. With a deflating sigh she dropped the gun on to the front seat next to Thorn. “Good.” Thorn sighed a deep breath, “I get how you feel and… ANNA!” If Thorn wasn’t going to stop then Anna was going to force her. As soon as she dropped the gun, she had stood up and run to the other end of the van, she pulled on the handle and opened the back door, there was no traffic behind them, perfect. Anna closed her eyes and jumped. She briefly heard the combined screams of her two companions before she hit the ground and rolled half a dozen times, her dress ripping and tearing on the concrete floor. She immediately knew she was bleeding, from multiple places, but she wasn’t seriously hurt. The van had screeched to a halt ahead of her. Anna got to her feet and winced as she felt a trickle of blood run down her face. She turned to the entrance of the community, where a very bewildered guard was staring at her, and started to half-limp and half-jog inside. Anna started up the road towards the house that had been her home. The van had turned around and burst through the gate with a crash that made Anna look around. It pulled up alongside Anna and Thorn leaned over. To Anna’s surprise Thorn was actually smiling. “You’re one crazy bitch!” Thorn called out, “Get in the van!” “Not without Jane!” Anna called back. She’d just jumped out of a moving vehicle; there was no way she was just going to surrender now. “I’ll drive you to the house.” Thorn said, “We don’t have time for you to hobble there. That guard was on his radio when I crashed through his gate.” Anna opened the door and climbed in. Before she could even sit down, she had Ryan’s hands reaching through the window to the back of the van and hugging her tightly. He kept repeatedly asking if she was OK without waiting for him to answer. “It’s a shame, you’d really well in my organisation.” Thorn shook her head, “Seriously though, you have two minutes.” “Wait here.” Anna said as they pulled up at the house. Anna hopped back out of the van and stumbled towards the front door. Adrenaline was probably helping mask the pain as she opened the door and stepped inside. It was unusually quiet. She stepped into the house and looked into the living room. The television was on, showing a standby emergency screen, Jane had probably been watching the broadcast. “Jane?” Anna called out. Anna started tearing around the house looking for her friend. She wasn’t downstairs at all; she thumped her way upstairs and wished again that she’d had a chance to change. Anna pushed open each door she came across until she reached the nursery. As the door swung open she heard movement. Stepping inside, Anna was greeted with a sight that made her stop in her tacks. Jane was kneeling in the crib, a pacifier in her mouth and kept there with a gag. She was looking out at Anna with wide eyes… and she wasn’t alone. “Well, haven’t you been causing some trouble.” Mr. Sawyer said. He was holding a gun not unlike Thorn’s. “How did you…” Anna started. “As soon as your friends blew a hole in the wall of the studio, I had a good idea of what they were after.” Mr. Sawyer was smirking, “Once I got out of the building, I realised that there was only one place you were likely to go. Oh, I’m sure we have people searching everywhere, but I know you, Anna, I know how you work.” “You know nothing about be.” Anna replied. She clenched her fists. “Careful now, that temper has got you into trouble before…” Mr. Sawyer said in a sing-song voice, “You make a mistake now and it might be your last. You are a terrorist now, after all. I would be well within my rights to shoot you where you stand as an enemy of the people.” “Then why don’t you.” Anna gritted her teeth, throwing caution to the wind. She felt so close to her ultimate goal that she was willing to go through anything to get there. “For the same reason you aren’t a useless crawling overgrown infant.” Mr. Sawyer laughed, “You are still more used to me alive than dead. You are a ferocious little thing, but, at the end of the day, you’re domesticated. You think you want to go out into the world, but I know what is best for you.” Anna shook her head. Her knees were shaking a little, the adrenaline flowing through her veins was making hard to stand still. Every muscle felt ready to spring into action. She couldn’t believe that even right then, with everything happening that morning, that she was still hearing how a man knew what was best for her. “What are you going to do?” Anna asked as she eyed the gun that was pointed at her. “That depends on you.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me? I assure you that the alternative is not very pleasant.” Mr. Sawyer gave his gun a little wave as he spoke. Anna thought through everything that was happening. It seemed like the man in the nursery was alone, it also seemed like he didn’t know that she wasn’t. Ryan and Thorn were outside, how long would they wait before coming in and looking for her? She saw that Mr. Sawyer had a radio sitting on the windowsill next to him. It seemed likely that he would’ve called for backup as soon as he heard Anna coming into the house. With a cold feeling, Anna realised that she had led the head of The Rose Resistance right into an ambush in which there could be no escape. She swallowed. One thing Anna knew about men from Sallas was that they chronically underestimated women. Their belief that they were superior in every way meant that they didn’t think women were capable of subverting their expectations. Anna had to try it, she had to get herself and Anna out of the room as soon as possible. “Fine.” Anna said. She let shoulders slump down, “You win.” “I know I do.” Mr. Sawyer replied smugly, “Come on, we’re going downstairs to wait for your special taxi.” “Hold on.” Anna said, “Mr. Sawyer… I’ve been in this diaper a while and I really, really need a change. Would you mind if I…?” Mr. Sawyer’s look of disgust was almost strong enough to knock Anna backwards. He seemed to debate the idea in his head, but Anna knew he wouldn’t be keen to share a vehicle with her when she smelled the way she did. “Sure.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But I’m going to be watching. Any sudden movements and that’ll be the last diaper you ever wear.” Anna swallowed, making sure to exaggerate how obvious her fear was, and then nodded her head. She hopped up on to the changing table as Mr. Sawyer stood a foot away. Anna made a big show of trying to reach down to her diaper but the dress getting in the way. “Mr. Sawyer, Sir, would it be OK if Jane helped?” Anna asked. She softened her voice and even twitched her mouth into a quick smile, anything to disarm the man standing over her, “Or maybe you could…” “No.” Mr. Sawyer looked at Anna’s diaper area and sneered. Anna had to imagine it didn’t look pretty down there at all, “You can have Jane.” Anna felt her heart leap as Mr. Sawyer stood on the release for the side of the crib and let it rattle down. Jane, gagged by the pacifier, hesitantly shifted forwards and down on to her feet. She looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer. The armed man raised his hands and stepped back to allow Jane to pass. As soon as Anna saw her friend close up, she could see how Jane had been crying. “Just make it quick.” Mr. Sawyer said as he went across to the window and pulled back a curtain to look outside. Thankfully the nursery faced the rear of the house. With Mr. Sawyer looking out the window, presumably trying to see if the people he called were arriving, Anna tried to send a silent message to Jane. The very used padding was opened up and even Jane flinched away slightly at what she saw inside. Anna waved her hand to get Jane’s attention, then looked down towards her diaper, then quickly jerked her head at Mr. Sawyer. Jane frowned. “Come on…” Anna mouthed. After repeating the motion a couple of times, it seemed Jane had got the message. Her puffy pink eyes opened wider in surprise. “When he comes back over.” Anna mouthed as slowly and clearly as she dared. Jane nodded her head and set to work wiping Anna’s incredibly soiled diaper area. Anna was intensely aware of the time. At any second, she might hear more footsteps coming inside, giving the game away to Mr. Sawyer. Even worse was the possibility of the black government cars arriving. If that happened, they would all be trapped. “It’s really a shame that it’s come to this.” Mr. Sawyer said as he moved the curtain back into place, “You and Ryan, I mean. We gave you everything you could want, and it still wasn’t enough.” Anna had her head tilted to the side. She was waiting for the most opportune moment; they wouldn’t get a second shot at this. Her skin was mostly wiped clean, and she noticed that Jane had slowed down as well. “I got you this house, your husband got a job, you both got fame… What more could you possibly ask for?” Mr. Sawyer had turned and was slowly walking towards the table. Anna’s heartrate got faster with every step that Mr. Sawyer took. She tensed up her muscles as she felt Jane’s hands grab hold of the still open dirty diaper. The man moved across the rug, closer and closer until… Anna felt Jane pulling on the diaper. She lifted herself up and it was slid out from underneath her. In one fluid motion, Jane picked up the disgusting disposable and threw it, messy side first, at Mr. Sawyer. He saw it coming too late, his hands couldn’t rise up in time, the diaper hit him square in the face as he screamed at the horror. This was the moment. Without hesitation, Anna got to her feet on the changing table and launched herself at Mr. Sawyer. Like a missile, she slammed into his chest and speared him backwards. The gun went off, a bullet shooting up into the ceiling of the room before it was knocked clear of the government man as he impacted the ground. The dirty diaper was still pressed against his face as Anna straddled him. She started punching down into the padding, picturing Mr. Sawyer’s smirking face. She punched until he stopped resisting, she would’ve continued too, but Jane had pulled her off. The diaper finally slipped from his face revealing a very disgusting scene indeed. It was fortunate that Jane had been given enough time to clean up the large amounts of muck that had still been on Anna. Mr. Sawyer wasn’t moving, it was hard to see his face underneath the former contents of the diaper as his head rolled to the side. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mofj6wqga4681931 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2460869

We reach the climax of the story! Dan and Robyn are eager to explore their new relationship with each other, whilst Landon tries to repair things with Livy. --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. It really means the world. This is my only source of income and my subscribers allow me to dedicate my time to writing and posting more stories for everyone. If you have the spare funds and wish to find out more, you can visit either of my subscriber pages. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Landon turned as Livy ran past her and out the door. She brought her hands up to her face and immediately realised she had done the wrong thing. She balled up her hands and hit herself on the forehead. “Stupid… stupid… stupid…” Landon repeated to herself. Landon had gotten angry. She’d become frustrated with Livy and stopped properly thinking about what she was doing. She acted as she would with Robyn. If Robyn started freaking out, she knew a firm hand was what was needed to get her to a place where she could open up and let those emotions out. Livy was not Robyn. Landon knew Livy was sensitive, perhaps more sensitive than anyone she had ever met, and she had messed everything up. “Stupid… Stu-…” Landon continued. “Ma’am, are you alright?” The worker who had told Landon where Livy was asked. “What?” Landon snapped, “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Excuse me.” It had been building up all morning. Landon had a picture in her head of the perfect day out with Livy. She had seen how it would all go. A nice coffee at the café to break the ice, some presents, a delicious lunch, and by the time they got home they would have bridged whatever gap had been between them. Instead, Livy had scuppered the plans every step of the way. She had been quiet, clumsy, and to be frank, embarrassing. The places Landon had taken Livy were places she frequented often. She knew the staff as acquaintances. They would now be talking about her; she would have to try and explain things. What really had caused Landon’s frustration was the collapse of the pretty picture she had in her head. She could see herself and Livy smiling and laughing, trying on clothes and jewellery, holding hands down the road and gossiping the way friends did. She had the picture in her mind so clearly it seemed like it was practically already real, and yet every step seemed to make it an increasingly distant dream. Landon became short-tempered because she knew how she wanted the day to go, and she hadn’t got her way. “That’s always it with you, isn’t it.” Landon muttered to herself, “Always have to have things go exactly how you want them.” Landon pushed open the door to the street and looked up and down the sidewalk. Livy couldn’t have gotten far. With the state she was in she would’ve looked for the closest place to hide and stayed there. There was a gap between buildings leading to an alleyway up ahead. Landon started marching in that direction. “What would you have done if you hadn’t got Dan, eh?” Landon asked herself out loud, not caring that people turned to look at her, “Would’ve you have thrown a tantrum then as well?” It was something Landon tried to push from her head, something that always returned. The fact was, when she first started butting into Dan and Livy’s lives, she didn’t have any high-minded ideas of polyamory. She wanted Dan. And when Landon got the idea that she wanted something in her head, nothing would shift it. She wondered how far she would’ve taken things to get what she wanted. Landon hoped Livy was alright. She had looked so frightened and upset, almost indistinguishable from a toddler. Landon cursed herself again. The day had been about bringing the polycule closer together and yet she felt like she had only driven it further apart. If Livy wanted nothing to do with her or Dan after this, she would only have herself to blame. Reaching the edge of the alley, Landon looked in and initially saw nothing. She felt a flare of panic, if Livy wasn’t there she could be anywhere. Maybe Landon had been walking the wrong way, maybe Livy had gone somewhere else. She started imagining the places an upset Livy might end up, or the things she might do. She would have to phone Dan. She’d have to tell her that she was such a bad Big that she had driven Livy away from her, maybe forever. Just as Landon was pulling out her phone, she saw a can rolling across the ground from just behind a dumpster. She slowly put her phone back in her pocket and walked into the alleyway, the high walls of the building on either side dampening the noise from the street very quickly. As Landon got nearer, she heard crying echoing off the walls. Finally, she reached the set of dumpsters and saw Livy pacing up and down restlessly, despite Landon standing right there it didn’t seem like Livy had seen her, it didn’t seem like Livy was seeing very much at all. Landon lowered the bags of shopping she had been carrying to the ground. She felt her heart sink when she saw how upset Livy was, she wondered what sort of person would yell at her. Landon walked forwards slowly. When she was within arm’s reach of Livy, she reached out and put a hand gently on Livy’s shoulder. The adult baby flinched backwards against the wall, knocking over a glass bottle that had been standing there and spilling some suspicious liquid. God, she had really messed the poor girl up. “Livy, are you OK?” Landon asked in a soft voice. Livy nodded. She was not OK and that was very clear. Her hair was a mess, her skin was red and blotchy, and her bloodshot eyes still had tears streaming down her face. She had her two hands clasped in front of her as she looked at Landon with wide eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry!” Livy burst into tears again, “I’m so sorry!” Livy dropped to her knees. Landon closed the gap and did what she should’ve done many other times that day, something which didn’t come naturally. She dropped down and wrapped Livy in a tight hug. Livy cried as Landon blinked her own tears away. “No, no…” Landon said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’ve messed this all up horribly. You have nothing to apologise for.” Livy continued to cry, and Landon held her. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the first day she had really spoken to Livy. When she had seen Livy running to the bathroom on the verge of tears, when she had walked in and offered to help. It was her selfish desires that had started everything, now it felt like her lack of regard for the people she cared about had hurt Livy. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” Landon kept repeating quietly as she rocked Livy back and forth a little. Landon wasn’t sure how long Livy cried for, all she knew was that her knees were hurting by the time the tears slowed down. She continued to shush Livy gently, repeating her mantra and telling Livy she wasn’t at fault for anything until Livy final stopped crying. Landon should’ve known that, to Livy, one cuddle was worth multiple special treats on days out. Sitting down and playing with her would more effectively bridge any gap than taking Livy to fancy places. She had done all the things that so impressed Robyn, but she hadn’t thought about Livy’s needs. She didn’t care that her legs were going numb, and stones were poking into her knees, she deserved it all and more. When Livy finally came up for air, she had snot and tears all over her face. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes with her hands. Landon reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, Livy took some and started to clean herself up. “Sorry…” Livy said as she sniffed wetly. “No, you have nothing to apologise for.” Landon said again, “I’ve been… God, I’ve been such an idiot. This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have got upset with you, I shouldn’t have made you come out here, I shouldn’t…” “No, I mean…” Livy pointed at Landon’s waist. Where her head had been, “I cried all over you.” “Oh.” Landon could only chuckle as she looked down at the wet clothes. It was her turn to take some of the tissues and do her best to clean herself up. She was grateful that Livy managed a small laugh as well. Landon groaned as she stood up. Her knees were not happy with her, and it felt like her legs had become two stiff branches that didn’t bend in the middle. She helped Livy to her feet. They stood next to each other, both feeling awkward and guilty about what had happened. “There’s so much I need to say to you.” Landon said, “But I think we should find a better place for that conversation than this smelly old alley.” “Oh?” Livy looked worried. It was hardly a shock. Every time Landon had taken Livy somewhere that morning things had got worse and worse. “Don’t worry.” Landon said, “I think you’ll like this one. I know I can’t ask you to trust me after everything, but… give me one more chance, maybe?” Livy seemed to genuinely be thinking about saying no. After looking around and wiping her eyes again she finally shook her head. Landon breathed a huge sigh of relief. She hadn’t killed the relationship. --- Dan’s hand gently moved down Robyn’s naked body. She laid on his bed, looking up at him. At the same time vulnerable and resolute. Dan’s hand caressed a breast, and he felt himself react in the usual way for heterosexual men such as himself. He kept a close eye on Robyn’s face, always gauging her reactions and ready to pull away the moment she showed discomfort. The conversation in the nursery had been enlightening. Dan had entered that room thinking he had blown up the polycule and exited it thinking he understood Robyn better than ever. He was down to just his underwear, resting his crotch on top of Robyn’s and knowing she could feel the hardness that would soon claim her. They had reiterated their safe words, and Robyn had practically dragged Dan into the bedroom. “I know you’re trying to look out for me.” Robyn said as Dan’s mouth moved down to her breasts and sucked a nipple between his lips, “But I am more than warmed up and ready for you!” “Patience.” Dan teased. Robyn stuck her tongue out at him. Dan smirked. That sort of playfulness in the bedroom would take some getting used to. He had been planning for a lot more foreplay, but if Robyn wanted things sped up, he could do that too. He lifted himself up and slid off the bed until he was standing, Robyn’s eyes followed him and remained fixed on his crotch. Dan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. As his tool sprung out, already at full attention, Robyn’s eyes went wider. Dan had to smile. It was quite a compliment to get that kind of reaction. “Ready?” Dan asked. Robyn nodded. She opened her legs up and bent them at the knees. Dan got back on to the bed and aimed himself for her glistening entrance. He looked at Robyn’s face as he slowly pressed forwards. Robyn quickly threw her head back and let out a moan. Dan knew that Robyn had been penetrated with strap-ons and toys before, but this was the first time she had experienced the real thing. He went slowly, inch by inch entering Robyn and spreading her wise open. “Oh God.” Robyn moaned. Her hands flew out to the sides of the bed. “Are you alright?” Dan asked. Pausing momentarily until he saw Robyn rapidly nodding her head. “Just… just feels… different.” Robyn panted. “Different good? Or different bad?” Dan asked. “Good.” Robyn replied quickly, “VERY good!” Dan started a slow and steady motion as he leaned over Robyn. His hands were planted either side of her as he moved extra slowly and carefully. It wasn’t easy, as good as it clearly felt for Robyn, it felt amazing for him too. Robyn’s legs wrapped around Dan’s torso and seemed to be almost trying to pull him in even further. He kept the pace slow though, he didn’t want to overwhelm the poor woman, not after what had happened that morning. Dan let out grunts as Robyn moaned and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. “F-Faster.” Robyn moaned. “Are you sure?” Dan asked. Robyn had started nodding her head immediately. Dan knew she wasn’t a woman for half-measures. If she wanted something she wanted it all the way, she was very much like Landon in that respect. Dan was more than happy to oblige. He picked up the pace, plunging into her with a slightly increased speed whilst still trying to be as gentle as he possibly could. “More!” Robyn exclaimed, “Harder! Faster!” Dan was getting taken by the moment that had seemingly already grasped his lover. He started speeding up even more, withdrawing nearly all the way before pressing back in with speed. Robyn reacted by moaning louder and flailing her hands. Dan growled as he continued to push into Robyn, her legs opening indecently wide for him. “Harder!” Robyn cried out. Dan paused and pulled all the way out of Robyn, his dick dripping with a mixture of both their fluids. Robyn looked up at him in shock and disappointment. That soon changed when he flipped her over and pulled her up on to her hands and knees, the same position that Robyn had just experienced her spanking in. Dan could see just how red her ass already was, along with a mixture of other colours that showed she was bruising already. “Ah!” Robyn exclaimed as Dan got on his knees right behind her and pressed straight back in. Robyn was soon arching her back and crying out with each thrust. One hand went up and grabbed the headboard as Dan went to town. In this position he was able to leverage even more power and speed. Sweat came down his face as he grunted with each movement, the nerves in the most sensitive part of his body sending a cascade of pleasure throughout his body. Dan knew he wasn’t going to last long. This wasn’t meant to be a slow and sensuous experience, he knew what Robyn wanted, a more animalistic pounding. He pulled out and pushed in like a piston, each moan from Robyn seeming to make him swell inside her. He felt Robyn shudder and she seemed to grip him as her arms gave out and she was left sticking her ass in the air. With an almighty grunt Dan exploded inside her. He panted and draped himself over her as he climaxed, his eyes half-closed and the sweat from his and Robyn’s bodies sticking them together. He held that position until he was finished. Almost as soon as his orgasm subsided, he felt a crushing weight descend upon him. The reality of it all suddenly becoming clear. “Wow…” Robyn panted. Dan started to immediately question what he had done. He felt like he had cheated on the loves of his life. He slowly pulled out and looked down as a globule of his semen dripped from Robyn and on to the sheets. She slowly rolled over, legs wide and chest moving rapidly up and down. Dan stared at her as if he had just killed her. How could it do that!? Robyn was vulnerable and he… “Hey, hey… What’s going on?” Robyn asked as she sat up. Her eyes had quickly gone from half-lidded in ecstasy to full of concern. “I… I shouldn’t have done that…” Dan said quietly. He was still on his knees, sitting back with his still half-erect penis sticking out in front of him. “What? Why not?” Robyn reached forwards and touched his chest. “You’re a Little and… it isn’t right!” Dan said. He wondered if this meant he was a pervert, somehow a danger to society. When he had sex with Livy it was always when Livy was being an adult. Robyn was almost never like that, “There’s Livy… a-and Landon…” “It’s OK!” Robyn said quickly, “It’s OK.” Dan allowed himself to lay down as Robyn pulled for him to come lay next to her on the bed. Dan felt her arm drape across his chest. He couldn’t look at her. He was ashamed. “Look, I told you before.” Robyn said softly, a hand trailing through his hair, “I needed this. This hardcore stuff to me is like cuddles are to Livy.” “But…” Dan started. “There’s all sorts of Littles.” Robyn continued, “A whole spectrum from ones who are never sexual to ones who are only sexual. Me and Livy are at opposite ends. I’m telling you, what you just did has really helped me. I feel great!” “Really?” Dan asked. Turning to look at Robyn and seeing that she was beaming at him. “Really!” Robyn replied, “The spankings, the sex and the bondage are all a part of who I am. Honestly, you’d be a pretty neglectful Daddy if you DIDN’T have sex with me!” They both froze. Dan looked at Robyn and realised it was the first time she had called him “Daddy.” It sounded so different coming from her mouth compared to Livy’s, as if the same word had very different meanings to them both. It was then that it finally fully clicked for Dan that it really did. When Livy said “Daddy” she was talking about a man to look after her, and to protect her from the world, but when Robyn said “Daddy” she was talking about a man who took control away from her, disciplined her, and made sure she knew her position. Dan smiled and Robyn joined in, her cheeks going red again. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Dan said. This time he chuckled as he said it. There was no guilt in the words, now it was just disbelief at the situation. He put a hand up to his sweaty forehead and let out a deep breath. He could feel that his heart was still racing. “If it helps… You were really, really good.” Robyn said. She laid her head on his shoulder, “I mean, I’ve got nothing to compare it to, but you beat the hell out of my dildos.” Dan laughed. He was aware they would have to get up and get cleaned sooner rather than later. He wasn’t keen for Landon and Livy to walk in and see them like this. Whilst he was sure they would both be alright with it, the situation would be very confronting to throw in their face, especially for Livy. “Maybe we should do it again.” Robyn suggested. A hand started snaking down Dan’s chest and towards his dick. He raised his eyebrow as he looked at Robyn, “You know… for science. It might’ve been a fluke; we need to repeat the experiment. It would be irresponsible to not check our results…” Dan smiled and felt Robyn’s hand grip his shaft. Despite the recent exertions it was already starting to thicken again suggesting round two wouldn’t take too long. However, instead of allowing Robyn to continue massaging his private areas, he pulled away from her. “Not yet.” Dan said as he slipped out of the bed and stood up. Robyn looked up at him in disappointment. Dan had to smile at her pout. She was more like Landon then he suspected either of them realised. It was taking a lot of willpower to turn down an immediate second go with Robyn, but he had a job to do. A job as Robyn’s Daddy. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you swearing earlier.” Dan said as he tilted his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. Robyn’s eyes went wide, and she seemed to be momentarily lost for words. Dan reached forwards, grabbed her legs and pulled her over his lap. Despite all her protestations and flailing he didn’t hear a safe word, so he pulled his hand back and aimed for the already red posterior of the adult baby. --- Livy was unsure of exactly what was going on. She had run away from Landon when it seemed like everything was ruined, then Landon had found her hiding in an alley, but instead of shouting at her, Landon had… hugged her. It had been the last thing she expected and after crying out all her emotions on to Landon’s blouse, they had headed back to the car. Instead of going straight home, Landon had pulled up in the parking lot of a local park, one Livy knew quite well. They had left the car there and started walking down the gravel path towards the play area, which was also where most of the facilities were. Livy was still making sure to stay behind Landon by a step or two, but her anxiety had mostly evaporated. There were less people around here, less noise, and the world felt a lot more welcoming. That wasn’t to say Livy was completely anxiety-free. However, her nerves had gone from breaking point to manageable, she just didn’t know what Landon had planned. After everything else that had happened that day, she didn’t have high hopes that it would be anything good. Maybe Landon was just faking being sorry and was bringing Livy here for one final humiliation before she left forever. “Do you want ice cream?” Landon asked as she looked over her shoulder. That didn’t seem like the question of someone who was going to imminently humiliate her. Livy nodded her head and Landon smiled. They went to an ice cream van that was parked near some picnic benches. It was busy, with lots of families enjoying the nice day. “Why don’t you get us a seat, and I’ll bring the ice cream right over?” Landon suggested. “I think… I think I’d rather stay close to you.” Livy said quietly. She was looking at the people around her. It didn’t feel like the crowded streets of the town, but it was still more than she was completely comfortable with, especially after the morning had drained her emotional reserves. “No problem.” Landon said. Livy waited in line with Landon. They didn’t say much to each other until they each had an ice cream cone. They walked over to a bench that was a little further away from the others, it wasn’t a picnic bench, rather a two-person seat placed in memory of someone who had evidently loved the park. Livy sat down and tasted her sweet treat. The sugar was immediately welcomed by her tired out body. “It’s good, right?” Landon asked as she ate some of her own ice cream. Livy nodded. “I should’ve known this was going to be much more your speed.” Landon said with a sigh. Livy looked at Landon in shock but saw she was smiling. After a few seconds she felt what remained of her guard dropping and laughed as well. It was pointless. Landon was saying she saw her as a little girl, trying to prove she was mature had failed and trying to fight it, after everything that had happened, was a losing battle. Livy gave in to the inevitable. “I’m sorry.” Livy said. “I told you earlier, you don’t need to apologise for anything.” Landon replied. “I feel like I do.” Livy shrugged as she ate some more of her treat. “Well, if it will help you feel better…” Landon said. “Today… I ruined it.” Livy looked away from Landon and instead watched some teenagers playing football on the distant side of the park, “I wanted to prove to you that I was more than just a baby. I wanted to prove I could be mature and adult, that I could be taken on proper dates and stuff. I really, really wanted you to, I don’t know… respect me?” “Oh, Livy…” Landon said. “I just feel like I’m not enough. I’m weak. Something is just broken inside me, and I can’t cope with stuff that I should be able to. I see you, Dan and Robyn and you’re all so strong and put together, and then there’s me. Next to you I’m like… I’m like…” Livy struggled to find the words. “A little girl?” Landon suggested. Livy’s head sagged and she looked at the gravel in front of them. She kicked a few of the stones as she nodded. She was taken by surprise when she felt something heavy resting on her shoulders. She looked to the side of her away from Landon and found of the other woman’s hands on her shoulder. She couldn’t remember Landon doing that before. It was immediately reassuring in a way that Livy could hardly describe. “It wasn’t you who ruined today.” Landon said softly, “It was me.” Livy looked up and opened her mouth, but Landon shook her head. She stayed silent but leaned into the arm that was around her shoulder. “I took you to places that mean a lot to me.” Landon said, “My favourite restaurant, a café I frequent, the jewellery store I should have a loyalty card with, and the clothing store. All places that mean something… to me.” Livy turned sideways on the bench, carefully flattening her dress to stop the bottom of her diaper poking out. She subtly rested her head on Landon’s arm, wanting to keep that contact. “Today shouldn’t have been about me. It should have been about you.” Landon shook her head, “I didn’t think about you at all when I drew up this plan in my head. I’m ashamed to say it. I just thought about what I wanted and assumed you would like it too. I put a lot of pressure on you to act a certain way, and I feel terrible about it.” “I should be able to!” Livy blurted out, “I should be able to be a big girl sometimes!” Livy had spoken loudly, and she winced as the phrase “big girl” drew some curious looks from people walking nearby. She meant what she said though. To practically have a nervous breakdown when doing normal things felt like a weakness. “Why?” Landon asked simply. “Because… Because everyone else can.” Livy replied. She looked out at all the people in the park, none of whom would’ve struggled like she did. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” Landon replied, “Everyone has situations that they struggle with, things they need help with. Being mature isn’t about having no weaknesses or bottling up emotions. You called yourself weak, but that’s not what I see when I look at you. No, I see someone who has gone through more anxiety this morning than most of these people will experience in a year. You went through it, and you came out the other side. That isn’t weakness. It’s strength.” “I ran out of the store crying…” Livy said, “I had an accident whilst getting my ears pierced…” “And you carried on. You got knocked down and then you stood back up.” Landon said as she moved her hands animatedly, “You faced a number of hurdles and, yes, you may have stumbled a few times…” Livy snorted. A few times was being generous. It felt to her like it would be more apt to say she tripped at the starting blocks and fell into every hurdle, arriving at the finishing line with all the obstacles hanging off her body. “But you got through it. Hell, after I came and found you in the alley. You could’ve just told me to take you home and break everything off. You didn’t.” Landon turned to face Livy, “You are sensitive and that is a good thing. It may come with downsides, but you are one of the most loving and empathetic people I’ve ever met.” “I…” Livy started. “Please, let me finish.” Landon smiled and Livy nodded, “I don’t want you to be mature. I don’t want you to be immature. I just want you to be Livy. I’m happy when you’re happy. You don’t need to be able to go to a fancy restaurant or expensive clothes store to please me. I should’ve known this right from the start. I was a fool, and I don’t deserve the second chance that I’m asking for but… Livy, I am truly sorry for today.” Livy’s mouth was hanging open and in truth she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. She wasn’t sure she would’ve been able to say anything regardless, there was a lump in her throat that suggested that if she tried to speak right away that she might burst into tears and she’d already shed enough of those that day. Livy leaned against Landon’s arm and closed her eyes. She didn’t really feel she deserved the praise or apology that she was getting, but it was nice to know that Landon wasn’t mad at her. They stayed there for a minute or two, enjoying the atmosphere and the ice cream. “Can I tell you about my history in “the scene?”” Landon finally asked. “Sure.” Livy replied. “Believe it or not, before I met you, I had never heard of adult babies.” Landon said. She kept her voice low when saying the embarrassing words, “I had to go on a crash course of finding out who ABDLs were and what they liked.” “Why?” Livy asked. “Why what?” Landon frowned. “Why did you need to research it?” Livy said, “You assumed I was one, sure, but why did you investigate it so much?” “Do you want the truth?” Landon asked. Livy nodded. “Alright, look, this is going to make me look bad, but since we’re doing honesty” Landon conceded, “I fancied Dan. A lot. When I found you in the bathroom that time, I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to get closer to Dan. My original intention was to try and… get with him.” “What!?” Livy exclaimed. “Wait, let me finish!” Landon quickly continued, “I know, I’m a horrible person, but when I started getting to know you more, I… Well, I fell in love with you too. It wasn’t long before I just wanted us all to be together. THAT’S why I researched your lifestyle so much.” “That’s… OK. Wow.” Livy was trying to process what she was hearing. She had always assumed that things could’ve gone a different way, but to have Landon state it openly was not something she expected. That wasn’t to mention that Landon had just told Livy that she loved her! “Like I said, I’m a horrible person.” Landon conceded as she ducked her head, “If it helps, I’m glad nothing happened between me and Dan until I got to know you more. This polycule is the best thing to ever happen to me.” “Me too.” Livy agreed quietly. “So, I did research. I looked online, read articles, joined forums… It’s where I met Robyn.” Landon’s mouth twitch into a smile, “Robyn was the first adult baby I met. Well, second, I guess you’re the first. But she was the first that I experimented in the scene with.” Livy nodded. “Robyn likes… adult things whilst feeling Little.” Landon said, “As I’m sure you’ve discovered.” Livy blushed as she thought about the many, many nights of diaper humping and other naughty play they had engaged in after lights out in the nursery. “Robyn likes sex, and bondage, and when she’s processing something, she finds it easiest to get things off her chest when I’m being very domineering.” Landon explained, “She wants someone who will be strict and stern, a disciplinarian who can put her into line. My problem is, I’ve spent a lot of time with her and a lot less with you, one on one that is. So, when I saw you struggling, I just automatically went into doings things that would help Robyn. I admit I grew frustrated with you as well, and that influenced how I acted, but my point is that no two Littles are exactly alike. I should’ve taken that into account. I should’ve done more to learn what you need.” Livy didn’t reply straight away. Instead, she licked the ice cream that was threatening to melt and run down her fingers. The stuff with Dan had come as a bit of a shock, but if she was honest, that was what she had been worried about at the time, that Landon would steal her husband. She couldn’t disagree that the way things had ended up was the best possible scenario for all four of them. What Landon said, about Robyn and not knowing what Livy needed, seemed to make sense too. In the past it was nearly always Dan who looked after her, Landon didn’t often get too close, she never seemed particularly comfortable with that side of things. “I guess this is another apology.” Landon chuckled, “My apology for not knowing you like I should. It’s something I would really like to rectify.” Livy looked up at Landon and saw an honesty in her eyes. Whatever had happened in the past was water under the bridge. The Landon sitting next to her on the bench felt a world away from the one that walked into the toilets and saw her crying. She smiled. “Just to be clear…” Livy said with a cheeky grin, “I like sex and bondage sometimes too. I just like cuddles more.” Livy tentatively opened her arms, and Landon was no slouch in leaning forwards and cuddling her. Livy immediately felt better, like there was a gauge for cuddles that had run dangerously low and was now quickly filling back up. The hug in the alleyway had felt like a necessity, the one on the park bench was very different, it was full of joy and hope for the future of the relationship. “Oops.” Livy said as they separated. She was looking at Landon’s chest where a good portion of her ice cream had smeared against her. “Oh dear…” Landon said and then laughed, “You’ve really done a number on my blouse today. I think it was about time we head home anyway.” “I agree…” Livy paused. A word dancing on the tip of her tongue. One that she had never even considered using before, one that now felt as natural as sliding the last piece of a puzzle into a slot to finish the picture, “Mommy.” Landon froze from wiping the ice cream with her tissues. When she looked up at Livy it was with tears in her eyes. Livy had no idea it would mean so much to her, the fact that it did made Livy all the gladder she had said it. Landon leaned forwards and held Livy in another cuddle. When they pulled apart it was with more ice cream smeared on both of them, something which caused them both to laugh. “You really are one in a million, Livy.” Landon said as she stood up. Livy stood and then took Landon’s hand as they started walking back to the car. It had been an incredibly strange day, one of the most stressful of Livy’s life and yet the outcome seemed to be better than she could’ve ever dreamed. She almost felt like skipping as she walked alongside Landon with a soggy diaper that would almost certainly need to be changed when they got home. “Do you think Daddy got up to much?” Livy asked idly as they reached the car. “With Robyn? Oh, I imagine so…” Landon said with a big toothy smile. --- If you have enjoyed this story then you may enjoy the start of my BRAND NEW story "What Emma Wants" about a young woman in a world where women are slower to gain their motor skills than men trying to beat the odds: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2454751

The escape is underway. Events are confused as Anna and Ryan are bundled away from the studio... but where are they going to go? --- 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 --- There was a flurry of orders. Anna was still lying underneath the heavy weight of whoever was lying on top of her as she listened to barked orders and then people running in multiple directions. In the distance she could hear sirens. She hoped Thorn knew what she was doing because she suspected the entirety of government’s might was going to fall about them. “Ryan?” Thorn’s voice was suddenly softer, “You may want to get off your wife.” “Huh? Oh, sorry.” Ryan started pushing himself up, “I didn’t know if there were going to be any more explosions.” “Lots more, I suspect.” Thorn said as she hurried around the car, “But we won’t be here to see them. Hurry up and get in.” With the weight of her husband no longer on her back, Anna scrambled into the car and sat down. Her poopy diaper slid against her skin, and she wished she had a way of getting changed. It felt wrong that, in the company of all these professionals, she was waddling around with a full load in her underwear. Anna slid to the far end of the seat and Ryan climbed in after her. Thorn was already turning on the engine as the door was closed. A second later the wheels were spinning and the car bumped over the various bits of brickwork as it sped down the street. Anna twisted around in her seat to look out the back window, she was just in time to see a couple of blacked out government cars skid to a halt. Men jumped out with handguns and started taking up positions. A couple of bullets were fired the car’s way, one sounding like it hit the bumper and the other missing entirely. The shock of the violence was numbing Anna. She couldn’t believe what was happening, struggling to comprehend that this was the day she had been witing for her whole life, the chance to finally get out of that god forsaken country. “Get down.” Ryan said as he belatedly pushed her down against the seat. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” Anna repeated as she shrugged his hands away and sat back up, leaning to the side a little to keep her head low. The car skidded around a couple of corners as it hurriedly made its way to the edge of the city. Thorn, it turned out, was very good at dodging traffic and Anna had the impression that this wasn’t the first time she’d had to drive like a maniac. “We cut it pretty close back there.” Thorn said. She glanced in the rearview mirror, “They reacted faster than I expected.” “Are we safe?” Ryan asked. His voice was strained. “Not in the slightest.” Thorn replied simply. At that moment she swerved suddenly into oncoming traffic, weaving across lanes as cars spun and horns blared. Anna bumped against the door and held on as much as she could. How she wished she could’ve gotten a change, both of diaper and her dress. She felt ridiculous to be attempting the escape dressed as she was. “They will be tracking us as much as they can.” Thorn continued as the car ended up back on the right side of the road with a little more space, “Don’t worry we’ve got some plans.” Anna knew she needed to keep her head down, but she couldn’t resist looking out the window. There were electronic street signs, usually displaying advertisements, sometimes of herself, but now they all showed a very serious black screen with white text: “Ongoing Terrorist Attack: Find Shelter.” Thorn turned the car off the main street and started going down some smaller roads until she eventually screeched into an alley. The walls were so close that on several occasions they scraped against the door. Anna looked out the windscreen to see a woman up ahead. She was holding a rifle in the air and as the car approached, she pointed to the side. Thorn pushed hard on the brake and the car came to a very abrupt halt. “Get out.” Thorn said as she opened her door. “Where are we?” Anna asked. There was no answer. She pushed open the door of the car and stepped outside. There was a small turn in the alley, it looked like a dead end but there were several women there. They looked exhausted, a couple had bandages wrapped around them, many were smoking. “They hit us hard, Ma’am.” On of them said as Thorn approached. “I know.” Thorn replied, “What’s the situation?” The soldier started rattling off places and numbers, likely of casualties. Anna stood sheepishly to the side with Ryan partly shielding her. She felt stupid, dressed in the over-the-top dress and messy diaper whilst all around her were strong women in their fatigues. She wondered what they thought, to have to risk so much just for her. “Alright, we’ll switch to plan B.” Thorn said after hearing the latest updates, “Get yourselves out of the city, this place is going to be swarming with those bastards in minutes.” Anna was unsure of exactly how anyone was supposed to get anywhere. They were crowded into an alley, surrounded on all sides with tall buildings, and the car was blocking them in. That was until she saw one woman with long hair tied back into a tight ponytail use a crowbar to lift up the sewer cover in the middle of them all. “Good luck.” Thorn said. One by one the women lowered themselves into the sewer. At least it distracted from the smell coming from Anna, the longer they stayed in one place the more she noticed it. She didn’t know why her brain was focusing so much on the state of her diaper when she could still hear the sounds of distant gunshots, perhaps it was because something she could understand, and her brain could grab hold of, a worry that she was very used to. Only half the women were in the sewer when the sound of screeching tyres told them that they were no longer alone. There was barely half a second where nobody moved, then, as one, The Rose Resistance soldiers picked up their weapons and walked grimly forwards towards the car. The first one to reach the corner pushed herself so her back was flat against the wall, then she leaned round and levelled the rifle in one fluid motion and let off three deafening shots. They were met with a hail of gunfire in return. Most of the bullets smashing into the car they had arrived in, one of the tyres bursting loudly. “Come on!” Thorn yelled. The leader of The Rose Resistance grabbed Anna and unceremoniously shoved her to the hole in the ground. Anna looked down into the darkness below, then bent down, grabbed the edge of the manhole and lowered herself inside. At full stretch she didn’t quite reach the floor, she had to let go and dropped a foot or so on to the wet floor, a small platform next to the sewer current. She didn’t even want to think about what was under the waterline just next to her. As she looked up and down the tunnel, hearing the distant echoing calls of the soldiers that had dropped in before her, Ryan dropped next to her, and Thorn followed in double quick time. “We have to-…” Thorn started. There was a loud explosion from above them, the gunfire picked up in intensity. Thorn stared up at the shaft of light coming down. She looked anguished, like she wanted to be up there with her troopers. She swallowed and looked back at her two charges, “We have to keep moving!” The platform the three of them were standing on was only a few feet long. Just enough space for all the necessary dials and switches for maintenance work. Then there was a railing, and on the other side was the running water and God only knew what else. There was no time to be squeamish though. Thorn jumped over first. Fortunately, the water was only ankle deep at that moment. Ryan followed and Anna was the last over the railings just as there was another explosion above them. In the gloom, they all looked up as one of Thorn’s soldiers peeked down. She had a nasty cut across her forehead. “Go!” She yelled. She grunted as she lifted the heavy sewer cover and dropped it in to place. For a few seconds they were in darkness. Thorn was fiddling about with something in her pocket and turned on a flashlight. She nodded her head for the others to follow, and they began splashing their way through the sewer. Anna looked around at the dark walls, she didn’t consider herself to be claustrophobic, but she had to admit, with the way their thin beam of line bounced off the old bricks, she did get the impression of the walls closing in. “Hold on, I need to check something.” Thorn paused. And pulled out a map that had been folded up in her pocket. They had been walking for ten minutes. The sounds of urban combat had vanished. Ryan had asked if it meant the fighting was over, Thorn said that for their sake they had better hope not. It was more likely that they were completely insulated from the noise, underground in their tunnel, where all they could hear was themselves moving through the water and the occasionally scurrying rat. Anna shivered in the darkness. It wasn’t cold, but the oppressive atmosphere was getting to her. The further they moved down the tunnels, the more it started to feel like they would never leave them. It seemed that Thorn might’ve noticed how her two followers, less adept in survival than she, were struggling. “The longer we’re down here, the better.” Thorn said as if engaging in casual conversation, “They can’t track us down here.” “Can we get to the coast through here?” Ryan asked. “No.” Thorn replied, “The sewers become impassable long before leaving the city.” “Then how are we going to get there?” Ryan continued. The note of panic in his voice matched how Anna was feeling on the inside. “Just follow me.” Thorn said simply. They did so. Through the pitch-black tunnels. It felt to Anna like they might be journeying further and further downwards. With the darkness closing in behind them it was easy to believe they were descending deeper into the Earth than anyone had been before. It was doing nothing to help Anna’s feelings of being completely alone and adrift. “Ah ha.” Thorn said a few minutes later, “Here we are.” The three of them had come upon an access platform much like the one they had landed on when jumping in the sewer in the first place. This one appeared to have special meaning though, how Thorn could tell was mystery to Anna, it looked the same as all the others to her. She hoped that getting above ground would give them a chance to pause for just a minute. Her diaper area was getting increasingly itchy. Thorn climbed over the railing first and then helped Anna and Ryan. Before they had even taken a moment to catch their breath the leader of The Rose Resistance was climbing the ladder up to, presumably, a manhole cover. She paused just long enough to turn off her flashlight before pushing on the cover above her head. She grunted and growled, but it was only when Ryan climbed up next to her, awkwardly sharing the same rungs of the ladder, that they began to make progress. Once it was lifted slightly it was a lot easier to slide it away. Thorn was the first person to stick her head above ground, aiming the pistol she was carrying as she made sure the coast was clear. She climbed up the remaining steps and then helped Ryan up. Anna was the last of the three to leave the sewers and she sincerely hoped they wouldn’t be returning to them any time soon. It turned out that the manhole they had just exited was at the bottom of a multi-storey car park. Thorn was already walking between rows of vehicles; Anna was reduced to waddling to keep up. Just as she was about to ask where they were going, Thorn stopped in front of a large black van. The resistance leader bent down by the nearest wheelarch and reached behind the tyre. When her hand came back, she was holding a key. “Get in the back.” Thorn said as she pressed a button that presumably unlocked the doors. “Do we have time for me to change?” Anna asked rather hopefully. “Afraid not.” Thorn replied, “Government goons could descend on us at any second.” Anna climbed into the back of the van. There were a couple of wooden benches affixed to the walls, and between the back of the vehicle and the driving compartment there was a window. It suddenly struck Anna that it seemed very official, like she wouldn’t have been surprised to see Mr. Sawyer riding around in one. “Where did you get this?” Ryan asked as Thorn got into the front and started the engine. “It’s stolen.” Thorn replied proudly, “Used to be a police van.” The van started rolling. As she drove, Thorn started talking on the radio again. She had been out of contact whilst in the sewer and was now asking for situation reports. It was hard to tell if she was happy with what she was being told. “Are you OK?” Ryan asked Anna. “I think so.” Anna said, “Honestly, I think my brain is back at the studio still.” “I know what you mean.” Ryan was sitting on the opposite side of the van, but he leaned forwards and reached a hand out, gently stroking Anna’s knee. The windows in the back of the van were blacked out but Anna could just about see the outside world if she pressed her face against them. She watched them leave the car park, tyres squealing on the floor, and get back on the road. It seemed like they were in a less dense part of Kingston now, there was less traffic and no sounds of trouble. It was hard to know if that was a good thing or not. “We haven’t had a chance to thank you.” Anna said as they carried on down the road. With no one directly chasing them, the van was moving at a sedate pace. “We haven’t made it yet.” Thorn replied. “For trying.” Anna said with a shrug, “It’s more than I could’ve expected.” “Yeah, well, you know how to pay us back.” Thorn replied as she looked in the mirror, “We’ve used practically everything on this. I like to gamble, and this is one of the biggest. If it doesn’t pay off, well, let’s not worry about that right now. The point is, we need you to raise the profile of our struggle.” Anna still didn’t have a clue if she could manage such a thing, but she was certainly resolved to doing her best. Everything seemed to be remarkably calmer. Perhaps the plan had worked, maybe all the government forces were engaged in the centre of the city, in the confusion it would’ve been very easy to lose them. The van left the city and went into the suburbs. That was when Anna noticed something about the area they were driving through. “Wait… I know where we are.” Anna said slowly. “Uh huh.” Thorn grunted. “We’re near the house!” Anna cried out in excitement. “It’s the quickest route that isn’t blocked.” Thorn said distractedly. She was spending half her time looking at where she was going and the other half checking a map, “As far as I can tell anyway, information is getting a little hard to come by.” “Are the battles not going well?” Ryan asked. Thorn didn’t respond. Anna got the feeling that her rescuer was perhaps losing more people than she had expected. She at least hoped the troops weren’t being captured, she could imagine what their fate would be, it wasn’t one she would want for the people risking their lives for her. That was of secondary importance right then though. There was nothing she could do for the troops engaged in firefights, but there was one person she could save. “Go to the house.” Anna said as she slid up the bench until she was closer to Thorn. “No.” Thorn replied simply, “That’s just about the worst place we could go right now.” “Listen, we have to get Jane.” Anna pleaded, “I can’t leave her here. Once they work out what has happened, they will torture her!” “If they haven’t worked it out already.” Thorn countered, “If the word got out that we had pulled you two from the studio, where do you think they would look first?” “I know, but we’re already taking such a risk.” Anna said, “You said you like to gamble, right? You’ve taken a chance on me? You’ve asked us to trust you so many times, that includes Jane, I can’t abandon her, not when she’s so close.” The turning to the gated compound was up ahead. Thorn was still silent. “It will take literally seconds!” Anna exclaimed, “I’ll run in and grab her, bundle her in and we’ll go!” Anna was getting desperate. The van was still continuing on with no signs of slowing down. She thought about telling Thorn she would refuse to cooperate if she got out, but it was an empty threat, and she knew it. If there was a chance to take Sallas down, Anna would grab it with both hands. That left an even more drastic option. Her eyes lowered down to Thorn’s hip, where she saw the woman’s holster… “Anna, I’m sorry, but…” Thorn started. Anna didn’t have time to think. She had to act. It was her impulsiveness that had got her into trouble so many times in the past, maybe this was just another of them. She quickly reached down and grabbed the handle of Thorn’s pistol; she pulled it free of the holster and held it in shaking hands. She had never held a gun before; it was a lot heavier than she expected. “We are going to get Jane!” Anna said as she pointed the gun at Thorn. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mo5r01cnd9a4c630 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2449878

Livy's anxieties and panic get the best of her and she runs to find a place to hide. Unfortunately, Landon is not used to a Little who requires comfort, she's used to Robyn... Speaking of Robyn, after freaking out and running away from Dan, she finds herself holed up in the nursery. Dan, as sensitively as he can, comes to find out what's wrong. --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. 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Landon was now smiling at Livy as she pointed at an admittedly gorgeous dress in the window. “What girls’ day out would be complete without some clothes shopping!” Landon said. Livy couldn’t even muster a smile. Her brain had seized up and all she could do was operate on instinct. She was less a person and more an automaton following instructions. Landon lingered for a second before turning and opening the door for Livy. “Now we aren’t rich, but if you see something you like, let me know.” Landon said, “We can probably make it happen.” Livy walked inside. Normally getting out of public would bring Livy some solace from her anxiety, as she walked inside and looked around, she felt no relief at all. It was like an alien world; this shop was nothing like the chain stores that Livy usually browsed. It all looked so expensive that Livy was afraid to touch anything lest she ruin it. Even walking on the carpet felt like a risk none of them should be taking. The music playing over the speakers wasn’t particularly loud, but the bassline seemed to be causing Livy’s head to vibrate. It felt hard to think. There were a lot of people in there too, making it feel crowded even though it was a large store. Livy was being bombarded by the voices of them all, as if each one was a separate nail on a chalkboard. It was too bright. Lights seemed to cover the whole ceiling, and they were dazzling, making the colours of the clothes seem much more vibrant. Livy looked at the carpet as her heart hammered. She looked down at her hand and saw it trembling, she quickly grabbed it with the other one. “I want you to look at this.” Landon said as she walked past Livy and into the store. Livy followed automatically but without looking up from the floor. It felt like the further into the store she walked, the louder the sensations became. Every nerve had become ultra-sensitive to the point that even her clothes rubbing on her skin was making her feel sick. “Don’t you think this would look wonderful on you?” Landon asked as she unhooked a light purple dress from the rack. “I…” Livy couldn’t say any more than that. She had looked up at the desk and instantly become dizzy. “Ooh, actually, THAT looks even better!” Landon said as she unhooked another nearby dress, this one white with large black spots. The music seemed to have been turned up. She could feel every pore in her skin sweating, to the point that her hair was becoming matted to her forehead. Her diaper was starting to feel very wet, but she knew she hadn’t wet it recently. Thinking about her diaper was a huge mistake for Livy. As soon as her mind turned to her underwear it started to feel bigger and bulkier, more obvious than anything in the world. Livy took a step backwards as a fresh wave of panic threatened to topple her. That girl waving the white flag was looking up at a soldier raising a sword above his head. “Well, do you like it?” Landon asked. She was looking at the dress. Livy wasn’t sure if she’d turned away from it since picking it up. Livy just stared, unable to process anything. It felt like she was literally melting down. The only thing her brain would think about was getting out of the situation as soon as possible. Everything else was secondary. “Landon? I thought that was you!” A voice from behind Landon said. Landon turned around and hung the hanger back on the rack as she enthusiastically greeted someone she apparently knew. Livy was turning and heading for the exit of the store before she even realised it was happening. Her brain had lost all reason and was looking for a way to get Livy out of the situation. Everything and everyone were a threat. She couldn’t do it. She needed to get out of there. She needed Dan. Landon hated her. Everyone hated her. “Miss, let me guess… Looking for something for a party?” A young man, an employee, had stepped in front of Livy and stopped her from leaving. Livy opened her mouth, but she didn’t say anything. Couldn’t say anything. She was frozen. Part of her was glad that she couldn’t speak because if she did, she was almost sure she would be screaming for her Daddy. “Let me show you something I think you’ll like.” The man said as he held out his arms to guide Livy. Livy almost fell over as the world spun around her. It was too much. Everyone wanted too much. Couldn’t they see that she couldn’t think? Couldn’t they see she was just a pathetic baby? Like the automaton she had become, Livy followed the man’s instructions until he held up a dress. This one was strapless and a deep red, something seen on movie stars and models, not people like Livy. “What do you think?” The man asked with a toothy grin. The man had perfect teeth. Livy couldn’t stop staring. Her own teeth weren’t good, certainly not like this man’s. He’d asked her a question and yet she couldn’t stop focusing on the man’s teeth. Another symbol of her inferiority. Landon had great teeth. The man had asked her a question, hadn’t he? Why couldn’t Livy remember it when it had only been seconds ago? Was she losing her mind? It felt like she was. “Miss?” The man’s teeth disappeared as his smile faltered. Livy had stumbled back into the rack behind her. She looked at the man. He was nothing more than another example of how she couldn’t function in the real world. A simple conversation that happened a million times a day all over the world and Livy couldn’t cope. She couldn’t cope. She couldn’t cope. SHE COULDN’T COPE! Livy turned and ran. She was letting out a long noise high-pitched but quiet noise. A whine that threatened to turn into a scream at any second. She reached the door and looked outside. It looked so busy. She couldn’t face it. There was no safe place. Livy was completely unmoored, lost in a stormy sea and she was going to drown at any moment. Livy turned on the spot until she saw a circular rack. Without thinking for a second, she dived past the dresses and practically collapsed in the small space in the middle. She dropped on to her butt with her knees in front of her and hugged them close to her chest. She tried to make herself as small as a human could be and buried her face against her legs to hide from the world. She sobbed. Where was Dan? She needed him. She needed to be cuddled and taken home. The world outside felt like it was crushing down upon her. The curtain of clothes that surrounded her was all that was keeping the monsters at bay. She trembled and kept her face hidden. No one disturbed her, and she was very thankful for that. One, maybe two, minutes passed, and Livy was alone. “In there?” Landon’s voice caused Livy’s heart to race. “I believe so, ma’am.” The employee said, “She just sort of… ran in there.” Livy needed her hiding place. It was almost pleasant in there. She was hidden from the lights and the wall of fabric seemed to dampen the noise a bit. Footsteps approached the clothes, Livy knew they were Landon’s. She scooted back as far as the small space would allow until she was causing the dresses behind her to bulge out. The dresses in front of Livy parted and Landon looked in on her, she looked very frustrated. Behind her there was a crowd, people who had no doubt seen Livy acting so strangely. “What are you doing?” Landon’s voice had an edge it didn’t have earlier in the day. “I don’t… I can’t…” The small respite had given Livy some of her brainpower back, it wasn’t enough to form full sentences though. “Get out of there.” Landon said as she held the dresses apart and made a space. Livy looked out at the bright lights, the loud noises, and the staring people. She felt the panic threatening to boil over yet again. She shook her head and lowered her face to her knees so that just her eyes were poking up over the top. “No? What do you mean “no”?” Landon asked. She stood up and Livy could see her lifting a hand up to her face, presumably trying to work out what was going on with her. There were a few seconds where Livy though maybe she would get her wish and be left alone. Then Landon leaned back down. Her face had hardened; she looked more like a particularly serious teacher than anything else. “Livy.” Landon said with a note of warning. Her voice remained low so she wouldn’t be overheard, “Do you want a spanking right here?” Livy felt her stomach flip. She hated spankings. The thought of the humiliation had her on the verge of hyperventilating. Her arms clutched her knees so tightly that her fingers were turning right. She just stared up at Landon like a frightened animal. Landon waited a few seconds and then closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. “Why are you being so embarrassing?” Landon asked with clear frustration. It was almost a throwaway comment. Not one meant to mean anything, just an expression of frustration. Livy knew that. She also knew that the moment she heard those words coming from Landon it felt like someone had opened the door and let all the emotions come charging into her brain. The little girl in her head saw the man with the sword slicing down at her. Livy burst into tears so suddenly it seemed to make Landon jump. The emotions she had desperately fought to hide the whole morning poured out of her in sobs that were so long and hard that she could barely breathe. Landon’s face turned to one of concern and shock. It didn’t matter. It was over. Livy had to get out of there; it wasn’t safe. Livy scrambled to her feet and pushed past Landon, feeling fingers trying to grab her arm, and ran straight for the door. She pushed it open with such power that the handle nearly broke the window. Livy didn’t care though. She was crying harder than she had in a very long time and running down the pavement. --- Robyn closed the door to the nursery. She was breathing hard as she backed away from it. She didn’t know what was happening. She couldn’t stop shaking and it felt like her stomach was somehow floating up towards her throat. There was an energy coursing through her that demanded to be burned off. She started pacing up and down the room as she tried to get her racing mind to slow down. “Think…” Robyn said to herself, “Just… think.” The spanking was incredible. It had been a long time since Robyn had been spanked by a man, it was certainly the first time it had happened in a scenario she was comfortable with. The first time anyone other than Landon had punished her for a long time. Robyn had initially been shocked that Dan could do what he did. She wasn’t scared by him or worried he would really hurt her, but she had all but given up the idea that he might have had a domineering side. Just when she felt she had him sussed out he pulled something totally unexpected out of the bag. Her backside was stinging and throbbing, and she was as wet as she ever had been before. Then Robyn had turned around and seen… Robyn felt her heart race again as she continued to wear out the carpet in a line between the crib and the window. Men had always intimidated her. There had been incidents of men taking advantage of her when in Little space from the moment she knew what Little space was. Men who saw her being submissive as being open season to do whatever they wanted to her, safe words be damned. The only reason Dan hadn’t freaked out before was that Landon vouched for him, and Robyn trusted Landon more than anyone. Even being changed by him was fine after seeing him change Livy so often. She had learnt to trust him despite his gender. But then she saw… Robyn swallowed hard. She felt confused and scared. In her mind, Dan had been safe because he was basically sexless, he had done all the things you do with Littles and not gotten visibly aroused or taken things too far with Livy. When Robyn first moved in, she was very shy around Dan, it took a long time for her to become confident with him. Only Landon really knew the reasons it was nearly always Landon changing her, on the few occasions it was Dan she always made sure Landon was there, just in case. Robyn had made Landon promise not to tell anyone else, just to let her deal with it. Robyn got to the point where she was comfortable alone with Dan, comfortable being Little around, comfortable being bratty. She had been giddy about being spanked by him. Then she saw… “But you wanted it.” said a voice in Robyn’s head, “Even now, you want it” Robyn hadn’t stopped pacing. She lowered a hand between her legs. Yes, she still wanted it. But when she saw Dan being aroused something made her get up and run away. She had been egging him on, wiggling her ass at him and encouraging him, even when he slid his finger between her lips. If she could let him do that, why had seeing the bulge in his pants done this to her. It was like a curse. Robyn was interested in men, at least theoretically, she’d never had full sex with one. Not even the men who had taken advantage of her when she was younger took it that far. She had always wanted to know what having a man inside her would feel like, and she thought Dan could be that man, right up until the moment it felt like it might become real. “Robyn?” Dan’s voice came from the door and was followed by some knocks. “I’m… I’m in here.” Robyn answered as she continued to pace. She knew it was a stupid response as soon as she said it, he was knocking on the door, presumably he knew she was inside. “May I come in?” Dan asked. Robyn nodded her head. Then she realised Dan couldn’t see her and called out in the affirmative. She didn’t look over as the door open and Dan slid in almost silently, he left the door open behind him, presumably to give her a place to go if she felt the need to bolt again. Dan was so thoughtful. “Robyn, I’m… God, I’m so sorry.” Dan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “I thought you wanted… I can’t believe what I did. I can’t believe I spanked you so hard, that I HURT you. Then I… I…” Robyn was hearing what Dan was saying, but she didn’t feel able to respond. Her mind wouldn’t settle down and it was still bouncing from subject to subject. She couldn’t stop thinking of the spanking, more of which she craved despite the pain. She kept thinking about Dan’s crotch, and what she had almost seen. But most of all, Robyn couldn’t stop thinking about how horny she was despite all the turmoil that felt like a whirlwind in her head. Robyn reached the crib on one of her many laps and she finally stopped. She turned her back to the bars and then slid down until she was sitting on the floor. She looked out at the room and saw Dan looking at her uneasily. She suddenly realised that she was completely naked whilst he was fully clothed, she smiled and looked down at the carpet. Dan started to slowly edge across towards her as if she was a wild animal that he was trying to catch. Robyn stayed where she was, her mind still thinking about Dan’s pants and, to be precise, what was under them. Dan continued to say sorry and ask if Robyn was OK as he made slow progress towards her. Robyn didn’t look up. She didn’t like the apologies at all. She wasn’t used to it. If Landon were there and Robyn had freaked out like this, she was sure that Landon would’ve known that what she needed was to be told what to do, maybe get held down, definitely confront the turmoil and figure it out. When Robyn had first opened up about some of the more troubled parts of her past, she’d started feeling a little like this, but Landon had seen it coming. They talked about it whilst Robyn was spanked with a paddle. Landon had said she saw that Robyn needed to let her emotions out but that talking about what had happened wasn’t doing it. Being spanked allowed Robyn to cry as they talked about things that hurt her. When they cuddled, it was as aftercare from a quite intense session, not as therapy. Dan had finally crossed the room and, leaving plenty of space, sat down against the crib as well. Robyn couldn’t help herself; she snuck a glance sideways at his waist. It seemed that he had calmed down since the spanking. Robyn felt strangely disappointed. “I’m sorry.” Dan said again. Robyn was so confused by her reaction in the master bedroom that she still didn’t respond. Answering Dan seemed to be pretty low on her list of priorities compared to working out just what had happened. “I know I’ve ruined everything but… could you at least tell me that you’re alright?” Dan asked tentatively, “Do you want me to call Landon or…?” “I’m… I think I’m alright.” Robyn replied quietly. Dan’s first sentence had almost been like an order and that seemed to focus her mind a little. It certainly cut through the maelstrom of thoughts in a way that the apologies hadn’t. “Can I hug you?” Dan asked after a few seconds. Robyn was back to not responding. It seemed strange to her that he would ask. He was the dominant, wasn’t he? If he wanted to hug her, he could just do it. That’s what all the other guys did. Dan may have been a nice guy, but he was still a guy. Robyn didn’t want to be asked things like that, she wanted people to make those decisions for her, she just wanted it to be people she trusted doing things that wouldn’t hurt her. Well, that wouldn’t hurt her more than she wanted at least. “Livy says I’m a great cuddler.” Dan said after a small silence that seemed to stretch out, “One of the best…” After Robyn remained silent, Dan slowly shifted his position until he was closer to her. Robyn could see him moving bit by bit, giving her all the time in the world to stop him if she wanted to. She didn’t really move. Not even when Dan’s arm went around her shoulders, she didn’t flinch as she was gently leaned against Dan’s side, the other arm coming around and basically enclosing her. Dan WAS good at cuddles. Robyn could immediately understand why Livy reacted so well to them, how they fixed whatever was making her sad or anxious. Dan’s arms felt strong, he brought you into close proximity until you could feel his body heat and smell his skin. He seemed to block out everything that the outside world could throw at you. Yes, Robyn understood well that Livy very often needed exactly that. Robyn also knew that she didn’t. If Dan was expecting Robyn to suddenly open up to him about what was going on he was sorely disappointed. Robyn wasn’t going to claim her eyes didn’t get a bit teary, but she didn’t burst into tears like she thought Dan was expecting. She simply leaned against Dan and enjoyed the warmth on her naked body. She was only there for a few seconds, though it felt longer, before she pulled away. She remained where she was, right next to Dan, but free of his embrace. “Thanks.” Robyn said rather emotionlessly. Dan pulled his arms away and looked at the floor in the centre of the room. Robyn could practically see the gears turning in his head. She knew what he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t find a way of bringing it up without risking her running away again. She took a deep breath. She focused on the stinging in her butt; it was that pain more than the cuddle that was going to make her open up. She pressed herself into the carpet to feel the bruising. “When I was eighteen, just a couple of months after my birthday, I went to see a Daddy.” Robyn said. Her voice was quiet but in the silent room it still seemed to echo around them, “I made basically every mistake you can think of.” Robyn shifted so she was facing Dan. Not just to talk to him, but also because she wanted to be seen by him. Despite it all, she was still very horny from the spanking, every radiating pulse of pain from her butt seeming to kindle the fires right behind her private area. Dan turned to mirror her position, his legs crossed. “I was young and stupid. We met at his house, in the city, and I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. To be frank, I was terrified that my parents would find out what I was up to.” Robyn continued, “We didn’t meet in a public place, and no one knew where I was. We didn’t set up boundaries or safe words. I was too excited and stupid for all that.” “Oh…” Dan wasn’t as immersed in the kink world as Robyn, but he could clearly see the errors a mile away. “So, I showed up, he invited me in, and we got straight to it.” Robyn said, “He put me in a diaper, fed me dinner, it was everything I wanted. Then he said I’d been naughty, I can’t remember why, not sure if it was something I did or if he was making something up. Regardless, he spanked me. Now, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I don’t mind being spanked.” Dan let out a little chuckle as Robyn let a smile curl her lips for a second before continuing. “He took it further than I wanted.” Robyn said, “I cried.” “Robyn, I…” Dan started. “No. You’re spanking didn’t do this.” Robyn quickly clarified, “No, I loved that. I knew my safe word, if I wanted to stop you I would’ve.” Dan nodded his head. “I cried, and I asked him to stop. Then I told him to stop. Then I begged him to stop.” Robyn’s voice shook a little, “By the time he finally let me up I had nearly passed out. His idea of aftercare was getting me a bottle and leaving me in the bed. I spent the weekend there, after that spanking it wasn’t fun anymore, but I didn’t leave.” “Did he…?” Dan started. Tailing off before he finished saying what Robyn already knew he was going to ask. “No.” Robyn shook her head, “He didn’t do anything else. In fact, the rest of my time there he was lovely. You would have had no idea that I could barely sit for a week because of him.” Robyn took a breath. “I kind of got a skewed idea of what the Big – Little dynamic was supposed to be from that.” Robyn said, “I didn’t see that Daddy again, but I did have “dates” with three others before I turned nineteen, and they all had problems with boundaries. The issue was that I had no idea I should expect more from them, that I had to assert myself. Hell, that I had to protect myself. All things considered I was very lucky.” Robyn looked up from the floor and straight at Dan for the first time since he walked in. He seemed almost more upset than she was. “I would never have overstepped the boundaries.” Dan said. “I know.” Robyn replied with a smile, “And it took a lot of time and effort from my therapist and Landon to get me in a position where I could trust you like I do. To hell with it, I may as well tell you everything.” “Only if you want.” Dan said quickly. “The truth is, I’ve only ever been with women before.” Robyn could feel a slight blush creeping up her cheek, “But I’ve always been very curious about guys. I’ve never slept with a man, I’ve never trusted a man until I met you. Why did I run away? I don’t know. I think, in that split second when I saw you getting ready, I… just had this instinctive reaction that I needed to get out. A lot of stuff that I wasn’t expecting came up.” “I understand.” Dan reached forwards and held Robyn’s hands, “Look, I was reading your body language and thought you wanted more. I wasn’t really thinking…” “No, you were right.” Robyn said simply, “I did want more. I mean, I DO want more.” There was an awkward silence. Robyn didn’t know if she was going too far. She was sure Dan was confused about what she wanted. After taking so long to basically goad Dan into being dominant earlier, Robyn was under no illusions that the ship may already have sailed, especially if Dan thought she was too delicate. An idea she hated for others to think of her. “Can I give you another cuddle?” Dan asked cautiously. “I don’t need a cuddle.” Robyn said. “Are you sure? Like I said, Livy thinks…” Dan started. “In a lot of ways, me and Livy are VERY different people.” Robyn smiled, “I love the girl, but what she needs and what I need are often very different things.” “OK, what do you need?” Dan asked. Robyn looked Dan in the eyes. She wondered if she was going to suggest what she really wanted to do. She couldn’t be certain she wouldn’t just freak out again, she didn’t think she would, but she didn’t think she was going to run away the first time either. She swallowed and licked her lips. “I… I want to experiment.” Robyn said, “With you.” Dan’s eyes widened and he stammered a few mumbled lines. Robyn had to admit the way he got flustered was very cute. He may not have often been the most dominant Daddy of all time, but he could see exactly why Livy fell head over heels in love with him. “I don’t know…” Dan reached a hand around to the back of his neck and looked down. Whether it was at the floor or Robyn’s vagina, she couldn’t be sure, “I’m worried about what Livy and Landon would think… And after everything that just happened, everything you told me… I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything.” “First of all, you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. What I’ve been trying to say is that you are nothing like those other guys and that’s one of the things I love about you.” Robyn said. Robyn realised she used the word “love” and whilst she wasn’t saying she loved Dan directly, the implication was there. She saw that Dan noticed it too, his eyes widened a little. She could only imagine what he was thinking. “Second of all… We are a polycule, silly.” Robyn said. Some of her playfulness recovering as the panic attack subsided, “They would be happy for us. Heck, I hope Landon and Livy end up in bed together too!” Dan’s eyes looked set to pop out of his head for a second. He leaned back and chuckled. Robyn understood it was difficult to feel like you weren’t cheating, or that the others wouldn’t be upset, but their relationship was supposed to be open with one another. They should be comfortable sleeping with anyone else in the relationship and Robyn had slept with all of them… except Dan. “And third of all… I’m not like Livy. Cuddling and some quiet time helps her to feel better, I know that. That’s not how I work though. I need the hard stuff to help me process things.” Robyn said, “A cuddle and playing with toys is nice but it’s not what I NEED.” Dan shifted in his seat. It was clear he was being won over, not that much convincing was necessary. Robyn already knew Livy would be fine with it, and Landon hadn’t expressly told Robyn to go for it, but it was pretty clear she’d be happy for them. Robyn wasn’t lying about what she needed either. She loved Livy, but she wasn’t like her, she needed things to be very different. Her Little space was markedly different from Livy’s. “Which is why I want to… experiment.” Robyn continued, “I’ve been curious about guys since I started having sexual thoughts, and you are the best guy there is.” “Just so we’re clear… We aren’t talking about cuddles?” Dan said. His mouth twitching in a smile, “Seriously, I don’t want another miscommunication or anything, so just tell me straight up what you want.” Robyn got on to her knees and sidled forwards until her body was practically pressing against Dan’s. She reached out a hand and placed it on the crotch of Dan’s pants, feeling the already semi-erect cock underneath and feeling a surge of excitement in her lower belly. “I need to be fucked.” Robyn said in a voice only a little louder than a whisper. Dan almost audibly swallowed as Robyn bit her bottom lip and stared into his eyes. She could almost see a little bit of that controlled dominance, the tamed wildness that had spanked her earlier, appearing behind Dan’s eyes and she loved it. Dan’s hands went out and took Robyn’s. “Language, young lady.” Dan said in a deeper and huskier voice than anything that had preceded it. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the CONCLUSION RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mo1ayen2def54c8 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2446010

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

Livy is really struggling with her attempts at showing Landon any kind of maturity and it is starting to get to her. Back at home, Robyn finally gets Dan to do what she wanted... but is she ready for it? --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. It really means the world. This is my only source of income and my subscribers allow me to dedicate my time to writing and posting more stories for everyone. If you have the spare funds and wish to find out more, you can visit either of my subscriber pages. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Livy looked down at her meal and felt like she couldn’t eat another bite. She’d only eaten half of her already modest portion, but she felt completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. The day had been rougher than she could ever have imagined, and she hated that she was still being seen by people. Every sound seemed loud and harsh, every colour was too bright. Both her legs were shaking under the table and yet she tried to keep herself as still as possible. She didn’t want Landon to know that she felt like she was falling apart. It was hard to say how well her masking was going. Landon had looked at her a number of times. Livy felt another jolt of anxiety slide down her spine and end up in her tummy as she thought about how out of place she was. She felt sick. She needed to be alone. “I’ll be right back.” Livy said as she put her knife and fork on her plate. “Where are you going?” Landon asked. “I need the bathroom.” Livy replied. “But you…” Landon started. Livy didn’t hear the rest as she fast-walked across the restaurant towards the women’s restroom. She nearly bumped into a waiter in her rush to get in, but she eventually reached what felt like a safe haven. She closed the door behind her and locked it. It was a restroom with only one toilet rather than a row of cubicles, Livy wondered if that was ever inconvenient for other patrons, it obviously wasn’t for her. The light on the ceiling had come on automatically when Livy walked inside. It was too bright, just like the lights in the restaurant, but at least there was less noise. She walked over to the sink and rested against the basin. Staring into the mirror she didn’t see the woman she hoped other people saw in her, she saw the little girl that was lost and desperately needed a cuddle. Panic was still surging through Livy as she tried the breathing techniques she had learnt at therapy. It was difficult when her mind was racing so much. She looked into her reflection’s eyes and saw tears leaking out of them. The new earrings in her ears glinted as she took some tissue and wiped her face. She was shaking and couldn’t seem to make herself still. “Calm down.” Livy told herself, “Everyone else can do this stuff. Why can’t you?” That was the accusing question that always sprung up the moment things started to get on top of her. It was the question that Livy had no answer for, the reason she kicked herself when she was down. She felt so horribly weak and useless. Even when someone tried to take her for a nice day out, all she could do was make a spectacle of herself and embarrass the person she was with. She wanted, no, NEEDED, to be back at home. She needed Dan, Mr. Hootie and Robyn to all be cuddling her and telling her she was OK. Like a toddler, Livy needed reassurance more than anything in the world. “To think… You thought you could show anyone you were a grown up…” Livy chastised herself. Livy wished she was back at home. Only in her nursery did she feel safe, only with Dan cuddling her did she feel reassured that she was still loved. She half-expected Landon to have run away whilst she was in the bathroom, she wouldn’t have blamed her. Livy turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on her face before sitting down on the toilet. Livy had to chuckle. It was the first time she had sat on a toilet in quite a while, of course she had no plan to use it, her diaper would stop anything like that happening. She lowered her head so that, with her elbows on her knees, she was able to rest her face in her hands. How long would Livy be able to hide? She didn’t know, but if she had her way she would’ve stayed there for hours, until everyone else had left and she could slink home without anyone seeing her, judging her. Livy took deep breaths and slowly felt her heartrate slowing down. She had been on the verge of a panic attack before getting into the bathroom, now she was feeling something approaching normal. It probably helped that no one could see her, especially Landon, whom she felt she had let out more than anyone. A sudden knock on the door had Livy jump up. She felt a squirt of urine get quickly absorbed by her diaper. She hoped it was just the anxiety that was seemingly weakening her body’s reactions to surprises. “Just a minute!” Livy called out. “Livy?” Landon’s voice was muffled by the door, “You’ve been in there a while, is everything alright?” “Y-Yes.” Livy stuttered in response, “I’ll just be a minute.” “Alright, I’ll wait for you outside, OK?” Landon said. “Sure thing.” Livy replied. Livy must’ve been lost in rumination longer than she thought. It was easy to lose track of time when she was going in circles mentally, just repeating the same accusatory phrases to herself, a reinforcing behaviour she found so hard to stop. After another minute, Livy unlocked the door and pulled it open. She saw that there were a few people waiting, they didn’t seem too happy. The thought that they had been there when Landon came to check on her made her blush. At least none of them knew what she had been doing. It was embarrassing enough having to run away from Landon, if they knew she had been hiding she was sure they would judge her harshly. “Ah, there you are.” Landon said. She was standing against the window a couple of feet from the front door of the restaurant, “I was getting ready to send in a search party.” “Sorry.” Livy replied. “What were you doing in there?” Landon asked with a frown, “I mean, obviously you weren’t…” Landon tailed off. Livy was thankful. There were a lot of people around and she didn’t think any of them needed to know why her being in a bathroom was such a notable event. She didn’t say anything, instead her head remained bowed, so she was looking at Landon’s feet. The feeling of being overwhelmed was already starting to grow again. What she felt like she needed, more than anything else, was Landon to give her a hug. She would’ve preferred Dan, but he wasn’t there. A silence persisted between them with the background noises of vehicles and pedestrians growing steadily louder in Livy’s ears. She almost willed Landon to read her mind and give her a hug and tell her things were going to be fine. She looked up at the taller woman and wondered if she should ask. It would’ve blown away the last hopes of being seen as equal, but maybe that would’ve been worth it. She opened her mouth and… “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t ask.” Landon said before Livy could speak, “We’ve got one more place I want to take you before we head home. It’s nearby, follow me.” And just like that, the moment was gone. --- Dan pulled Robyn into the master bedroom, the room most often accompanied by himself and Landon. He could hear Robyn stumbling a little behind him, her diaper crinkling loudly. When he reached the bed, he finally let go and turned to look at her. To his surprise, she was smiling widely and looking up at him with eyes of… hope? “Don’t forget your safe word.” Dan growled. Robyn’s eyes widened as she quickly nodded her head. Dan felt base instincts within him, things he hadn’t felt before. He saw that smiling face and saw a Little that needed putting in her place. He pulled up Robyn’s dress with one hand and then used the other to tear at the tapes on the diaper. It loosened and fell to the floor. No one said anything. Dan was breathing a little heavily, but he could see that Robyn was practically squirming. If she wasn’t looking forward to her punishment, it was too bad. She had more than earned it. Dan pulled Robyn forwards and against the bed. He lifted her slightly so that she ended up on all fours, her ass pointing directly at him. Dan didn’t need to think. He could probably count the number of spankings he had given to adult babies on one hand, but he was certain Robyn deserved it more than anyone else had ever deserved it. She wanted to push his buttons? She wanted to be bratty? Then he would show her what happened. Dan held up the bottom of Robyn’s dress with one hand giving him a clear view of her butt. He wasn’t thinking anymore. Instead, he acted on an instinct he had long had to suppress, Livy hated spankings and went out of her way to avoid them. It no longer mattered that Robyn wasn’t “his” Little. It was time to show Robyn the pecking order, and he was on top. Holding nothing back, Dan lifted his hand behind him and then brought it forwards. His palm made contact with Robyn’s ass and the slapping sound reverberated around the walls like a gunshot. Robyn yelped like a puppy as she was pushed forwards a little. Dan pulled his hand back and saw a red imprint left on the Little’s backside. Dan’s hand flew forwards again, this time landing on the other cheek. Robyn let out another yell, though this one sounded slightly different, a little throatier. Robyn remained on her knees, but at the other end she dropped from her hands to her elbows, with her face against the covers. Dan continued to spank Robyn. The frustration at the woman’s actions all morning being unleashed on her butt. He could quickly see the skin turning red… but that wasn’t the strangest thing that was happening. As Dan continued to spank Robyn, he heard the adult baby’s noises turn from expressions of pain to moans. He continued to spank Robyn’s bare backside, each blow leaving new marks and creating more sounds from Robyn. The sounds seemed to be becoming increasingly erotic and even his heaviest smacks only elicited the sounds of pleasure. Dan stopped with his hand on Robyn’s butt. The skin felt warm to the touch; he thought he could feel her quivering a little. His hand started to slide down the smooth skin of Robyn’s round ass. He kept waiting to hear Robyn stop him, to use her safe word, or to demand to know what he thought he was doing. But there was nothing. Robyn seemed to go very still, she seemed to be holding her breath. Dan’s hand reached Robyn’s thigh, and he slowly pushed them apart. His fingers ran up Robyn’s slit and it was unmistakable. She was wet. The spanking had turned her on. Dan quickly withdrew his hand, suddenly realising what he was doing. The movement caused his clothes to rub against him, to rub against one very specific area in particular. Looking down, Dan saw the front of his pants tenting out. The wet patch on his crotch from the spilled drink thrusting out into the room as he felt a hardness underneath that he had rarely experienced before. He was shocked at the reaction, he had certainly never expected spanking someone to do THIS to him. He looked at the bed and saw Robyn looking back at him, her eyes wide and her face red. A crushing guilt pressed on his shoulders as he realised what he was getting turned on by. It wasn’t right. Little space was innocent, if Livy could’ve seen him then she’d have been horrified. “Robyn, I…” Dan started. Robyn turned her head away again. For a second Dan thought he had destroyed everything. Then he saw Robyn’s legs part, her back arch and she stuck her rear end out in the air. She angled herself to give Dan a look at her pussy, now positively dripping excitement. Dan got the message. Dan unbuckled his pants and hooked his thumb under the waistband of his underwear. He had just started to pull them down, barely uncovering the top of his trimmed pubic hair when Robyn looked behind her again. This time she froze. Dan saw a look of horror cross her face. Before Dan could react, Robyn had spun around so she was sitting on the bed. She looked left and right, and Dan recognised the panicky reaction as something he had seen in Livy many times before. He started to reach out a hand, wanting to try and calm the adult baby down, but Robyn pushed his hand away before practically diving for the door to the landing. “Robyn!” Dan called desperately. He heard her footsteps run towards the nursery and then the door open and close heavily. Dan sat down on the edge of the bed with his mouth hanging open. He had thought she wanted to go further. Had he misinterpreted her moves as being sexual? Did she just want more spanks? Had his sudden lust caused him to see signals that didn’t exist? Dan sank his head into his hands. 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Anna, Ryan, and Jane discuss the proposal from Thorn. They don't have long. When Mr. Sawyer comes calling for their next propaganda job, they are left surprised and anxious. The question is... can they pull it off? And can they ALL get out? --- 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 --- “No. Absolutely not.” Ryan said. “Ryan…” Anna sighed. “We need to talk about this.” Jane, caught in the middle, tried to mediate. Anna had just put the phone down and explained what Thorn had said to her husband and Jane. With each word she saw Ryan’s expression grow darker. Towards the end of the plan, he had stood up and started pacing up and down. “Talk?” Ryan shook his head, “There’s nothing to talk about. I refuse.” “It could be our only shot!” Anna countered loudly. “And what a shot it is!” Ryan laughed harshly, “What would you say the odds were? One hundred to one? One THOUSAND to one?” “It’s not that bad…” Anna said a little more quietly. She implicitly conceded that the odds weren’t in her favour. “We are comfortable here!” Ryan raised his arms to indicate the kitchen, “Do you really think we could have better than this out there? As refugees in a world we know nothing about?” “And how long are we safe?” Anna demanded loudly. She hit the table and caused Jane to jump in her seat, “We are here at the mercy of Sallas, and they can take that away at any moment. The second we are no longer useful we will be tossed to the side. What happens then?” “Please, can we just sit down and talk.” Jane asked. She looked a little distressed. Anna gave Ryan a look and he rolled his eyes. After getting himself a drink of water, letting the tension in the air simmer, he sat back at the table. His hand was shaking a little bit. Jane looked between the two as if she was afraid they were about to flip the table and go after each other. “I’m serious.” Ryan said in his normal speaking voice, “This is insane.” “What happens if we don’t do it?” Jane asked quietly. “I don’t know.” Anna shrugged her shoulders, “Thorn didn’t say. She just said she would call back in half an hour for our answer. I think that if we say no… she may stop contacting us.” “Good!” Ryan replied a little too loudly, “Sorry, Jane. I just mean… We’ve tried to help her, and this is the best she can give in return?” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed…” Anna said bitterly, “But Sallas is not exactly an easy place to get out of.” Ryan lifted his hands to his face. Anna said nothing. Until she had been presented with the opportunity, she really didn’t know what she would do if she was presented with an actual plan of escape. It didn’t seem likely to work, failure would almost certainly mean being sent to Finishing School at a minimum, but despite these facts, Anna knew she wouldn’t turn it down. It may have been the most selfish thing in the world, but if that meant risking Ryan and Jane as well, she would do it. She loved them both, she didn’t want to hurt them, but she needed to get out of Sallas with every fibre of her being. “There has to be a better plan.” Ryan finally said. “There isn’t.” Anna replied. “Jane, where do you stand on this lunacy?” Ryan turned to the third person at the table. Jane looked startled. It seemed she was still getting used to people asking her opinion on anything. She looked back and forth; Anna could practically see her brain trying to work out an answer that didn’t make anybody mad. She almost seemed on the verge of tears as her brain tried to find something that would please both Ryan and Anna. “I, erm…” Jane said, “Anna’s told me about places outside Sallas and I… Well, they sound wonderful…” “I don’t disagree.” Ryan said, “But this is insane. An uprising? In the middle of Kingston? Designed to get us separated from our escorts, and then a run to the coast? Can Thorn even pull that off?” “She’s done pretty big stuff.” Anna said. They had all seen the news. It seemed that at least once a month The Rose Resistance was pulling off some major act of “terrorism” as the reporters called it. Of course, one man’s terrorist was another woman’s freedom fighter. As big as some of The Rose Resistance’s acts had been, however, this seemed like an order of magnitude bigger. Thorn had told Anna that there would be chaos in the streets. That once the broadcast was complete, the three of them would be whisked away, hopefully before the authorities could get a handle on the situation. Anna had no idea how many people Thorn commanded or if it would be enough, but it seemed a lot of people were going to risk their lives to get Anna out. She really didn’t think she was worth it, but Thorn insisted the value of having Anna outside the country was worth rolling the dice. “How long have we got?” Ryan asked. “She’ll call back in about twenty minutes.” Anna replied as she looked at the clock. Each tick seemed to ramp up the pressure. Anna shifted uncomfortably in her seat and felt her diaper becoming wetter yet again. It wasn’t that she had no control over it, but when in an agitated or excited state it was something that could slip her mind. She tried not to let herself think that it made her less of a person. “Think about what you’re risking.” Ryan said seriously. “I know what I’m risking.” Anna replied, “Look, if either of you don’t want to take part, maybe we could find some way of making it seem like you had no idea or something. Maybe they could tie you up and…” “I want to go.” Jane said. She interrupted Anna as if she might lose her opportunity to leave, that if she didn’t speak up right then she might forget the words altogether. “You already know I’ll go wherever you go.” Ryan said. He sighed, Anna could see that he saw his love for her as a burden more than anything at that particular moment, “I just want you to really think about this.” Anna swallowed. She looked down at the phone in front of her as her mind whirled. She was at the ultimate crossroad. One path led to a comfortable but stifled life, a beautiful cage that she would be taken out of and paraded for the people of Sallas like a rare bird, one where she was safe as long as she was useful. The other path led into the unknown. It led to danger. It was filled with spiked pits, arrow traps, and boulders ready to crush her, and there, right at the very far end, was the faintest glimmer of a better life. It’s dazzling brilliance promising everything she had ever dreamed of if she had the bravery to walk that way. The only sound in the room was the ticking clock. It felt unfair. If it had been just her and her alone, this would’ve been easy. Her desperation to leave might end up burning her alive, but at least she wouldn’t hurt anyone else. With Jane and Ryan, it wasn’t just her that would get caught in the inferno. In some ways she hated that her brain instantly told her that it was a risk worth taking. That she would risk burning the world for a chance at freedom. It was selfish, she knew that. The sensible choice would be to tell Thorn no. To tell her to find a way that didn’t risk everyone else, to ask her if she was insane for thinking this plan would work. That would be what a rational mind would say. It would look at the odds and not even think about it. But if Sallas had been made out of rationality, none of it would’ve been happening at all. It was a deeply irrational country, so perhaps being sensible would be a detriment. When the phone rang everyone in the kitchen was taken by surprise. No doubt they were all lost in their own thoughts. Anna picked up the phone and answered it. “Well?” Thorn asked form the other side without any preamble. “We’ll do it.” Anna replied. She looked at Ryan who looked right back at her. Jane’s hands went to her mouth. “Good.” Thorn replied. For as much of a decision as this had been for the people around the kitchen table, it seemed that Thorn had barely given it a thought, “We’ll be in touch with more information.” Just like that, the call was ended. Anna continued holding it against her ear. She didn’t know what she expected or wanted, maybe just some comforting words from the leader of the resistance that she was throwing her lot in with. It was done. What she had just locked herself into, she couldn’t be sure, all she knew was that one way or the other the lives of the three people at the table were going to change in a big way. --- Anna woke up feeling a combination of dread, panic and excitement. One way or the other her life, along with Jane’s and Ryan’s, was going to change for good. Thorn had called the previous evening and told her exactly what was going to happen, told her to be ready because they would only get one shot at it. “I’m shocked you managed to sleep.” Ryan said. Anna, lying on her back, let her head fall to the side, where Ryan lying and staring at the ceiling. He indeed did look like he had been awake most of the night. The crib meant there wasn’t a lot of room, Anna rolled over and draped her arm across Ryan’s chest, her diaper was damp as it pressed against her husband’s hip. She let out a sigh and, just for a few moments, enjoyed the peace and quiet. “It’s going to be OK.” Anna said quietly. “I wish I had your confidence.” Ryan replied. He lifted an arm and placed it on Anna’s back, “How long have we got?” “Thorn said the shoot was set for midday.” Anna said, “I don’t know when they’ll be coming to get us. Remember, we aren’t supposed to know about it so be appropriately shocked when they turn up.” Anna felt Ryan’s chest rise and fall as he let out a deep sigh. He didn’t need to say anything, she knew that if it was up to him, they would have nothing to do with the plan. It said a lot about his love for her that he hadn’t put his foot down harder. Sure, they’d discussed it, nearly every night, exhaustively, but it always came down to Anna saying she needed to do it and Ryan nodding his head. They’d been together and married for a little while by then. Forced together through convenience for their families and happenstance, made to live together despite being strangers. Yet, over time, Anna was certain she had fallen in love with him. It may have been chance that brought them together, but that didn’t make the feelings that had blossomed any less real. Knowing it might be their final day together if things didn’t go there way, as seemed likely, Anna knew she had to tell Ryan how she felt. “Ryan…” Anna said quietly. She could feel her chest tightening; an embarrassment flushed through her. To be so vulnerable by choice was not easy at all, even harder since their stint in the daycare had come within inches of seemingly breaking her. Fear, as well, started rearing its ugly head. A fear of rejection, a fear that she was going to tell Ryan how she felt, only to find out he didn’t feel the same. Could she blame him if he didn’t? After all she had put him through… “Anna?” Ryan asked. He shifted position so that he was on his side and looking Anna in the eyes. His hands on her hips, thumbs gently fiddling with the papery waistband of the diaper she needed to change. “I…” Anna swallowed around a lump in her throat that seemed to try to keep the words inside her, “I… I love you.” Anna’s heart raced as a half-second of silence seemed to stretch out into infinity. It seemed to take forever for Ryan to start smiling, or maybe it was only a second, it was hard to tell. Ryan pressed himself closer to Anna. She breathed deeply, inhaling his smell. “I love you too.” Ryan replied, “We may not have chosen this marriage, but I’m very glad we have it.” Anna opened her mouth. Maybe she was going to say something, maybe she was going to kiss her husband, she never got the chance to find out what she was going to do as the door to the bedroom flew open. “Anna! Ryan! You-… Oh… Sorry.” Jane was stood in the doorway, looking breathless and in a diaper that was sagging well past the point she should’ve been changed. A blush crept across her face, and she turned to face away from them. If Anna hadn’t been so alarmed by the tone of her shouts, she would’ve found it amusing. “Jane? What is it?” Anna said as she sat up. “They’re coming!” Jane said, “I saw their cars parking outside!” “Already?” Anna felt her pulse quicken, “Shit. I was hoping we’d have more time.” “Is… Is it really happening?” Jane asked, turning back around, “Are we going to…” “Yes.” Ryan replied. Anna looked at her husband and saw steely determination. She felt her heart swell with pride but seeing him looking so ready for action did a lot to help calm her racing mind down. They quickly ran through what was going to happen as they got ready to leave, it didn’t take long. All they knew was that they were going to be filming something today, that Thorn had given them a new script to read out, and that there was something big planned, partly as an act of rebellion, but also to get Anna, Ryan and Jane to the coast. When the knock on the door came, Ryan reminded everyone to act like they didn’t know the men for the government were coming, or what was going to happen next. Anna was changing Jane’s diaper in the nursery when the front door was opened. Usually, they talked whilst doing these things, it helped to soften the potential embarrassment, this time both the women were silent. Their ears were trained on the doorway, listening to the voices downstairs. “Come on.” Anna said as she finished taping the diaper, “We better get a move on.” Jane slid off the table and put on her maid outfit. As far as Mr. Sawyer or any of the men with him knew, Jane was still a regressed baby maid, they needed to keep the charade up even though it embarrassed Jane all the more. Anna climbed up on the table and quickly changed herself, something she didn’t want to be caught doing. No sooner had she finished placing the final tape than there was a shout from downstairs. “Anna!” Ryan called, “Mr. Sawyer needs us.” “Be there in a second!” Anna shouted back. She turned to Jane and dropped her voice, “Are you ready?” Jane nodded and smiled a nervous smile. Anna nodded her head as well and patted her friend on the shoulder. She picked up the diaper bag that was ostensibly for them both and quickly slipped the regression antidote injections into a side pocket. If this somehow worked, they would need them for Jane, at least until whatever they did at the Finishing School wore off for good or their destination country could manufacture some more. They would just have to take the risk that someone might check the bag. If the needles were found it surely wouldn’t take the government long to work out what they were for, it was a chance that they had to take. Anna quickly threw on a dress that she loathed but knew Mr. Sawyer would like. It was a very pink number, with frills everywhere that they could be fit. It was a strategic choice, Anna wanted to butter up the men who had come for them, to pretend to be the good little girl they wanted. “Very nice, very nice…” Mr. Sawyer smirked and nodded his head as Anna came down the stairs. Her diaper clearly visible as her dress flared out from the petticoat underneath it, “I see that stint in the daycare really put her in her place.” “Yeah.” Ryan replied with an uneasy laugh, “She’s been… good.” Jane followed Anna downstairs. They arrived at the bottom and waited to be told what was going on. Anna felt like she might throw up if she thought too much about what was to come. It was hard enough to have Mr. Sawyer and his men looking at her, she kept her own eyes firmly on the ground. “So, what’s the plan?” Ryan asked. His attempts to sound conversational failing completely. “Oh, we have a spot on a morning TV show for you.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You’ve heard of This Morning in Sallas I take it?” “Yeah, I sometimes watch it with breakfast.” Ryan replied. “You do?” Mr. Sawyer let out his distinctive bark of dismissive laughter, “It’s a load of shit. It is, however, watched by millions of people every morning. A prime spot for the nation’s favourite little girl.” “L-Live TV?” Anna asked. Her eyes widened. “That’s right.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “An interview with Ryan whilst you put on a show.” “A show?” Anna frowned. “All will become clear.” Mr. Sawyer walked forwards and pinched Anna’s cheek, “Best not to worry your pretty face about it, you’ll get wrinkles.” Anna should’ve guessed it would be live. If Thorn and The Rose Resistance were planning something, it would need to be broadcast. That said, the speech she had been given to memorise suddenly felt a lot more daunting, knowing she would be looking into the lens of a camera that had millions of people staring back. Maybe this was a bad idea after all… “What do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Sawyer was frowning. At first, Anna thought the government man was talking to her and she was about to answer until she saw that he was actually looking at Jane right behind her. It was fortunate that Jane remembered that she was supposed to be regressed and subservient still, she didn’t reply. “She’s getting ready?” Ryan phrased his statement like a question, as if he himself wasn’t sure. “For what?” Mr. Sawyer asked. “Well, I…” Ryan started. “Your maid is not required.” Mr. Sawyer interrupted, “She’ll be staying here.” Anna opened her mouth to speak but managed to stop herself. They had been assured by Thorn that all three of them would be together for the breakout. Anna turned to look at her friend, she’d gone white as a sheet. She turned back to Ryan, her eyes silently sending him the message to do something. “I’m not sure I want to leave her here alone…” Ryan said. Anna could see that he was making the sentence up as he went along, “She broke something a few days ago and I want to supervise her.” “Not a problem.” Mr. Sawyer shrugged, “We can have a man stay and watch her.” “No!” Jane blurted out before she could stop herself. “What did you…” Mr. Sawyer looked equal parts shocked and furious that Jane would talk back. The dangerous rage Mr. Sawyer had was distracted when Ryan stepped forwards and quickly turned Jane around on the stairs. He started spanking her, harder than Anna imagined he could, and she jerked back with each connection, her own rear end tingling with the memories of what had happened at the daycare. By the time Ryan was finished, Jane was crying though Anna thought that wasn’t necessarily from the pain of the punishment. “You need to watch that.” Mr. Sawyer said to Ryan, “If you want, we could take her back to Finishing School for some… fine tuning.” “It’s fine.” Ryan quickly said, “I’m learning to use a firmer hand.” “Well, look at that!” Mr. Sawyer clapped his hands together and laughed, “We really have turned you into the model family. Keep it up and you might even get your bed back.” The men around Ryan laughed. Anna knew that the crib left in Ryan’s room was a message and a reminder, clearly it wasn’t a secret either as Mr. Sawyer’s hangers on all appeared to know about it. The government man told his men to stay with the small family until they were ready to go, he made it clear he didn’t want to wait long. “Jane, I’m…” Anna muttered as she leaned down to finish putting on her shoe. It wasn’t clear if Jane heard Anna. She was still face down on the bottom stairs and crying loudly. It was all Anna could do to not burst into tears herself. The scrutiny from the other men in the hallway made it difficult, but Anna reached down and squeezed Jane’s hand as she pushed herself up. “It’s… OK.” Jane choked out. “I…” Anna started. “Go.” Jane whispered, “Live your life. I know you’ll make it.” Anna’s eyes shimmered with tears as Ryan took her hand and led her away form Jane. With her shoes on there was just no reason to delay any further and they had to move before the men got suspicious. Anna stumbled forwards, looking back over her shoulder as Jane remained on the stairs. For the second time, Anna felt like she was abandoning her only friend to a fate worse than death. The door was closed as she was dragged outside leaving Jane alone in the house. It seemed like her fate would be clear. If Anna and Ryan escaped, then Jane would no doubt be punished. Her access to the medicine would come to an end and she would be in a much worse position. It the escape failed, then Jane would no doubt be punished along with the couple. There was no good outcome for her. Anna started sobbing and she couldn’t stop no matter how much the men around her glowered. She didn’t want to act like that day was different from any other, but how could she not? She was put into the car next to Ryan who quickly hugged her, she leaned into it for the comfort. “Don’t cry.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stepped into the front seat, “It will make your eyes puffy and you want to look your best for the camera, right?” It was difficult for Anna to stop but she eventually quietened down to an occasional sniffle as she looked out the window. Her mind should’ve been on what was about to happen, instead it was on what she had left behind at the house. She pictured Jane, all alone, sitting on the stairs still and waiting for the hammer to fall on her one way or another. If that girl had any luck, it was all bad. The car made its way into Kingston. Anna kept trying to see any signs of preparation, any hint of what was likely to be a cataclysmic day in the capital city but could discern nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it had all been called off without word getting to Anna and she had been left out to dry. Or maybe this had been Thorn’s plan all along, get Anna to deliver the speech with no help to come. Anna started to wonder just how much faith she could put in an organisation that she knew so little about. The television studio was a big building. It had clearly received a lot of funding from the government as it was like a shining diamond surrounded by an area that was only one step up from abandoned. It was another showpiece, like so many of the big important places, designed to give a very different idea about the country compared to the reality. The cars pulled up outside the large glass-fronted exterior and everyone stepped out. Anna quickly looked for and grabbed on to Ryan’s hand as they were led through the entrance lobby, there were plenty of people there, all staring, some whispering to colleagues. Anna still couldn’t get over how everyone recognised her face from all the adverts she had filmed. Without being let out of the gated community very often, it was very difficult to accept the reality that she was a celebrity of sorts, the face of a totalitarian regime she despised. “Come on, we don’t have too long before you’re going on air.” Mr. Sawyer said. As they walked through the lobby Anna’s dress felt even more revealing than back at home. The diaper underneath it was damp, and she knew that anyone who looked her way would see as much. She looked up at a television that was hanging above the reception desk and saw the very show she was going to appear on. Two friendly male presenters presenting largely non-threatening topics of news and light entertainment to the masses. As she walked by, she saw the camera pull back to show a playpen whilst the presenters talked about upcoming guests, she shuddered. Anna was the last person to cram into a small corridor leading away from the reception. Mr. Sawyer was at the front of the group, walking alongside an excitable young man with a clipboard who kept alternating speaking to Mr. Sawyer with answering someone only he could hear on the headset he wore. Anna and Ryan came next, holding hands tighter than they’d ever done before, and then two huge guards brought up the rear. Anna could feel these henchmen’s gaze focused on her and could feel her resentment grow. They stepped through another couple of doors until they must’ve been somewhere near the back of the building. There were various dressing and production rooms, and Anna was led into one of them. It was very basic inside. A vanity mirror and table were set up, a few comfortable looking couches and a glass table with magazines on it. In the corner was a changing table. “You two have about twenty minutes to get ready.” Mr. Sawyer said as he looked at his watch, “Make the most of it. Oh, and Ryan? When you change her, make sure to give her these…” Mr. Sawyer reached into his pocket and pulled out two silver foil packets. They were indented with bullet-shaped objects inside. Anna shivered, she’d experienced suppositories before, and she knew that’s what was inside the packets. “But, Mr. Sawyer…” Ryan started to object. “Yes, yes, I know they will likely take effect before we leave.” Mr. Sawyer waved away the concerns, “Our goal here is to show Sallas exactly what a good girl looks like, that includes her being good when she’s… uncomfortable. Understood?” Anna could see that Ryan wanted to respond. The last thing either of them wanted to do was create more drama and tension before the escape. At the same time, Anna was acutely aware how much harder it was to move quickly if her tummy was hurting, or if she had a full diaper. “Wayne, stay in here and make sure it’s done.” Mr. Sawyer ordered before leaving the room. The entourage left with just Wayne remaining. He stood in the far corner and glared at the couple as If he already expected that they were up to no good. Anna took a deep breath as Ryan looked down at the suppositories. Anna shrugged and started taking off her dress, keeping her back to the government man. “Do you really have to be here?” Ryan asked him. “I’ll step outside once I see those suppositories go in.” Wayne replied. Anna hopped up on to the changing table. She didn’t feel too embarrassed about being nearly naked or having her diaper changed in the presence of a stranger, it had happened too often at that point. She was just hoping that Ryan would get it done with as quickly as possible. She wanted at least a little time without being watched to compose herself. The front of the only slightly damp diaper came down. Ryan balled it up and threw it away after cleaning Anna with some baby wipes. He placed a new diaper underneath Anna’s butt, and she had to do her best not to laugh. He was still so awkward when it came to changing her. He was “supposed” to have been doing it for some time, but obviously Anna had been doing it herself for the most part. His timidity was actually quite cute. Ryan ripped open the first of the foil packets and Wayne came stalking over. Anna looked away as he stared at her private parts, though he seemed to take no joy from doing so. It seemed he was very dedicated to the job, watching as the first bullet shaped suppository, pre-lubed, was pressed against her exit hole. It was uncomfortable. The suppository was small, but Anna had a tough time relaxing, for the obvious reasons. She could feel her bowels wanting to expel the intruder as soon as it was nestled inside her, she had to work to stop that from happening as it melted. The first one was soon followed by the second which was only a little easier as she knew what to expect. “Happy?” Ryan asked once his finger withdrew from Anna’s ass. “Just make sure she keeps that diaper clean until you’re out there.” Wayne grunted. He gave Anna a look of disgust before turning and leaving. The dressing room was silent as Anna sat back up and put her dress on. It still didn’t feel real, that one way or another their lives would be completely and irrevocably changed in such a short amount of time. Anna sat on the edge of the table, wincing slightly as the last of her “medicine” dissolved. Ryan went across and sat on the couch. He picked up a sheet of paper from the table with one hand and rubbed his forehead with the other. “I’ve been so worried about you-know-what, that I’ve completely forgotten to worry about the fact we’re going on live TV.” Ryan said as he looked over the paper. “What is it?” Anna asked. “A script.” Ryan replied, “What they’re going to ask, what I’m supposed to say…” “We won’t need that then.” Anna replied. Ryan looked at Anna. He nodded his head and put the paper back down. The plan with Thorn was meant to start just a minute or so after Anna went on to the set, she hadn’t been told much more than that. “Are you ready?” Ryan asked. He seemed full of nervous energy as he stood up and walked back to the changing table. He put his hands on Anna’s hips and leaned his head against hers. “As I’ll ever be.” Anna replied, “I just want to get it over with, you know?” Anna could feel that a combination of the suppositories and her anxiety was upsetting her digestive system. She could feel butterflies fluttering, her stomach churning, and she felt like she was going to throw up. “I feel terrible about Jane.” Ryuan said quietly. “Don’t.” Anna replied. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, “I said I’d get her out. I feel like we’re abandoning her.” “There’s not a lot we can do.” Ryan said, “Maybe, if we get abroad, we could lobby politicians or something, get them to give Jane to us.” Anna looked at Ryan with clear scepticism. She was about to ask if he really thought the Sallas government would bow to such pressure when there was a knock on the door. Ryan instinctively stepped back, as if he might get in trouble for showing affection to his wife. “Five minutes.” A voice on the other side called out. “This is it then.” Ryan said to Anna, “The final countdown.” --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Then after a second, she added another message, “Sorry.” Before Olivia could respond, Vi set herself to offline on the instant messenger. She needed to find some way of assuaging Olivia’s curiosity and concern, if she kept pushing her away then one day she would simply never show up online again. Vi stood up and put her dressing gown on over her pyjamas. She carefully walked down the landing after making sure the coast was clear. There was no reply to a knock on the master bedroom door. That was strange. Vi checked the other upstairs rooms and they were all empty. She went downstairs, slowly and cautiously, and still couldn’t find either her father of stepmom. She did find Clarissa, however, the oldest of Vi’s stepsisters was reclining on a sun lounger in the backyard wearing a bikini that Vi wouldn’t have had the confidence to try even if she didn’t have to wear the bulky disposable. “Have you seen my dad?” Vi called out as she pushed open the backdoor. “They’re out.” Clarissa responded without turning to look back towards the house, “They’ve taken Kimmy to a birthday party or something.” The news hit Vi like a bucket of cold water. Neither Simon nor Katie were home, it was just her, Laura, and Clarissa. That meant there was no one to change her diaper, and as she felt a pressure beginning to grow in her bowels it became clear just what a problem that might soon be. “But… neither of them came to my room this morning…” Vi said almost desperately. “Why would they go to your room?” Clarissa asked. This time she did sit up, using her elbows to lift her back and looking at Vi over the top of her sunglasses. Vi had no good answer for that. She simply turned away and walked back towards the stairs, acting like she hadn’t heard or seen Clarissa’s obvious interest. Her sisters were already suspicious of her, it seemed she had just given them something else to whisper out as they all tried to work out what was going on with Vi. Vi climbed the stairs and then felt torn as to what to do next. The bathroom was right there, the door open and inviting, the toilet unoccupied and ready to be used. However, the last time Vi had taken her diaper off she had been left in absolutely no question as to what would happen if she did it again. She would be in more trouble than she could imagine. She bit her fingernail and turned away, feeling her tummy rumble ominously as she did so, there was no choice, she would just have to hold on and wait. Back in her bedroom, Vi closed her door and bit her lip as she looked around. It didn’t feel like she would be able to sit still. She paced up and down the room, it was ludicrous to need the toilet so much, have one readily available and yet she was still just standing in her room, clenching tightly and hoping for the best. With each step she felt the diaper rubbing against her butt and inner thighs, it was almost inviting. Vi needed to distract herself. She sat down with a book that had been sat on her shelf for a year or more without being read. She opened it up and barely got a page in before she had to put it down. She couldn’t concentrate. In fact, her anxiety was slowly building with each passing minute and only making her task even harder. She bit her fingernail as she felt a cramp run through her intestine. This was stupid. There was no way Vi was going to hold on until her dad or Katie got home, kid’s birthday parties could go on for hours. She picked up her phone and opened her texts; she scrolled to her dad’s name and started rapidly tapping her thumb on the screen. “Hey, I need the toilet, can I go?” Vi typed out quickly. She hesitated for a minute before pressing send. It was an embarrassing question, but she needed an answer. Vi placed the phone on the bed next to her and watched the screen as it darkened. She hadn’t expected to have to wait for a response. She was again tempted by the toilet just down the landing, but the punishment she would face if she used it was also clear in her head. The spanking had been one of the most humiliating moments of her life, and there had been a lot of competition for that spot recently, she could only imagine another punishment would be even worse. She checked her phone again. Still nothing. Minutes passed but they felt like hours. Vi kept looking at her phone but no new notifications were coming through. It felt like the clock must’ve been broken with how slow it was ticking. Every moment that passed seemed to ratchet up the pressure on her bowels just a little bit more. It had got to the point where she was having to grit her teeth to get through the multiple cramps that were rolling through her intestines. There was a knock at the door. Vi was immensely glad that whoever it was hadn’t walked straight in as she had both hands down the back of her pants and pressing against the diaper. She spun around and moved her hands away. “Go away.” Vi called out. Her voice was as strained as the muscles in her bowels felt. “Aren’t you supposed to have chores?” Laura called through. Vi wanted nothing more than to swear at the twelve-year-old. The girl seemed to be put on Earth just to torment her, she enjoyed nothing more than watching Vi picking up after her, so it was no surprise that she was the one to notice her older half-sister was missing. “I’m busy.” Vi said. She sat down on the edge of her bed and looked towards the closed door. “You should be busy working.” Laura shouted smugly. Vi opened her mouth to respond angrily but was stopped by yet another cramp. It felt like her insides were folding over on top of themselves in a bid to do the one thing they were there to do. She bent over forwards and gritted her teeth, holding her breath as she waited for the moment to pass. Instead of getting over the crest of the cramp and finding any relief in it passing, Vi instead felt the pressure and urgency growing. She felt a hot flush go through her, a realisation that her battle was about to end. It would’ve been too late to run to the bathroom even if she had wanted to. Vi’s hole seemed to start relaxing of its own accord, she tried to stand up but her body didn’t want to, it wanted to make itself as small as possible. “Vi?” Laura called out from outside the door, apparently annoyed that her goading wasn’t getting results, “I’ll tell mom you’ve been slacking!” Vi looked at the door and just prayed it remained closed. She was down in a squatting position and felt beads of sweat on her head as she closed her eyes. Her body pushed before she was ready. She gasped and whined as she uncontrollably soiled herself. Her sphincter loosening up and the poop rushing out and into the diaper. She could feel the mushy waste spread out against the padding, warming her skin in the most disgusting way. She knew it would be worse than wetting herself, but she didn’t realise how gross she would immediately feel. “Vi!” Laura called again impatiently, “I want you to make me lunch!” It was all over in mere seconds. Vi crouched next to her bed panting as if she had run a race. The first tendrils of the smell that she had caused were wafting up from the diaper she had just soiled so suddenly and thoroughly. She was shaking a little as her brain caught up to what she had done. She had pooped her pants. Something she couldn’t remember ever doing before. Vi suddenly realised that if she didn’t say something soon that Laura was going to burst into the room. That absolutely couldn’t happen. “I’ll… I’ll be out in a minute.” Vi shouted. She sounded nervous and was terrified her voice would give something away. Vi waited with held breath. Her attention split between the silence at her door and the heavy mucky feeling coming from between her legs, where her diaper drooped more than she would’ve thought possible. Eventually, it seemed, Laura accepted this small wait as Vi heard her stamping off somewhere else. There was no time to waste. It was obvious Vi couldn’t leave her room in her state. Moving was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had no choice, if nothing else, her legs were starting to ache. She slowly stood up and let out a hissing breath as she felt the poop rub against her body. “Gross, gross, gross… Oh, it’s so gross…” Vi muttered as she screwed her face up in disgust. Vi knew her stepsister wouldn’t be patient for long. The next time Laura came to the door, she probably wasn’t going to knock. Vi looked around her room. The only option she saw was drastic. Walking to the far side of her desk, Vi braced against the metal frame and shuddered as she bent over a little and felt her skin touch the slimy contents of the diaper. She started to push. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to move the desk in front of the door to stop it being opened. When she was happy that no one would be able to get in, she fell against the wooden surface, her forehead resting on the keyboard. Vi had time to think and that quickly seemed like quite the cruelty. She started to sob. It was hard to believe she found herself in such a position. The diaper felt horribly hot and she wanted nothing more than to rip it off, but suppose she did that, what would happen next? As soon as Katie discovered what she would done everything would be so much worse. “So pathetic…” Vi sobbed as she stood up. The smell was quickly poisoning the air around Vi. She went across and threw her bedroom window wide open, desperate for the fresh air. Once that was done, she had nothing to do but think. She was stuck in the messy diaper until her dad and stepmom got home, she still had no idea when that would be, it could even be hours. She didn’t even want to contemplate that amount of time in the diaper. Just as Vi suspected, it only took five minutes before Laura was coming back to the door. She made sure everyone knew what she was doing as each footstep echoed around the walls. Vi quickly moved across the room and braced the desk just in time to see the handle turn and Laura attempt entry. “What’s going on?” Laura demanded, “Let me in!” Vi said nothing. She didn’t know what she was hoping for. It would be difficult to explain all this strange behaviour later, but that was a problem for the future. In the present, she had to concentrate on more pressing matters. “I’ll tell mom!” Laura exclaimed through the door. Vi remained silent. She pushed against the desk and just prayed Laura would give up soon. Her younger stepsister kicked the door a couple of times before growling in frustration and walking away. Vi remained leaning against the desk for another couple of minutes, just making sure it was finally over. She let out a deep breath and realised she was sweating. Unsure of what to do next, Vi looked around the room. She really wanted to avoid sitting in her own mess if it was at all possible, and she was also afraid of leaving the door unattended in case Laura came back. The desk had her computer on top of it, thankfully it hadn’t fallen over during the commotion. She pressed the power button whilst standing in front of it. She looked at the chair and ruled out sitting down no matter how uncomfortable she felt hunched over the desk. The computer started up with it’s usual sounds. The bottom right corner of the screen seemed to suddenly burst with notifications. Vi saw that she had a lot of missed messages and, as usual, most came from Olivia. She scrolled quickly through them; they were mostly just her friend trying to say hello. Vi quickly set herself to “appear offline.” She wasn’t going to start having a conversation when she was in such an awkward position. Vi went online and started looking around her usual websites. A couple of times she was able to distract herself to the point that she almost forgot she was wearing a poopy diaper, only remembering when she reached a hand back to scratch an itch and feeling the padding wrapped around her waist, and the squishiness underneath. It didn’t take long for Vi to get bored. She found herself closing a tab of a website and then immediately opening it back up as if hoping something new would’ve somehow appeared. She felt so disgusting and any time she allowed herself to think of what she must look like, what she must SMELL like, it was enough to bring tears to her eyes. “Hey, what’s up?” Olivia typed. Vi closed her eyes and cursed her computer for switching her back to online. As usual, it wasn’t like she was unhappy to talk to her friend, but it just wasn’t a good time. It never felt like it was a good time recently. “I’m OK.” Vi replied. She hoped her rather blunt and short answer would dissuade any potential follow up conversation. The smell in the room seemed to be getting better. Vi wasn’t fooled though. It had very few places to go and as she was still wearing her loaded diaper, she knew the smell must only have been getting stronger. She only hoped the door would be enough of a barrier to stop it from infecting the rest of the house. She shifted on her legs, being bent over the desk was hardly the most comfortable position to type in. Olivia, having no way to know anything was up, engaged Vi in small talk. At first Vi found it quite annoying, then she started to relax and enjoy the conversation. It wasn’t like she’d be doing anything else interesting if she wasn’t talking to her friend. For a few minutes things almost felt normal, as long as she could ignore the lumpy feeling pressing against her butt. Vi even laughed at the screen a couple of times, she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed like that. “So, are you all set?” Olivia asked. “All set?” Vi replied, confused. “For your vacation!” Olivia said, “It’s in a few days, right? I’m super jealous!” Vi’s heart sank. The vacation. With everything going on it slipped her mind often, but it was looming ahead in a terrifying way. She desperately didn’t want to go with the rest of her family, she was sure the diapers wouldn’t stop just because they were on holiday, keeping them hidden sounded like an impossible task. Her mind conjured images of herself in a bikini at the beach, only underneath the bikini bottoms was a giant bulging diaper. “Oh, right, yeah.” Vi typed. She tried to fake an enthusiasm she simply didn’t feel, “I’m looking forward to it.” “Are you sure? You don’t sound it.” Olivia replied. “No, I am.” Vi lied, “It’ll be fun.” Any excitement and enjoyment Vi felt for talking to her friend had been leeched away. She felt it emptying out of her just like her bowels had done. Poor Olivia had no idea why Vi suddenly found herself so anxious. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you later. Have fun on your vacation if I don’t speak to you beforehand!” Olivia signed off with several heart emojis. It still took several minutes before Vi heard the front door and, shortly afterwards, heavy footsteps on the stairs. She assumed it was either her dad or her stepmother, she wasn’t going to move the desk until she found out, just in case. The handle on the door moved and she braced against the desk. When the door didn’t open there were repeated bangs against it. “Vi? What are you doing? Open this up immediately!” Katie’s shrill voice was as recognisable as it was unpleasant. “Just a minute…” Vi called out. The sloppy feeling from inside Vi’s diaper was worse than ever. She waddled with legs as wide as possible over to the desk and pushed against it to slide it away from the door. It opened immediately to Katie’s face of thunder storming inside. Simon followed and closed the door behind him before any of the stepsisters could look in. It was a small mercy. “What on Earth is going on in here?” Katie demanded. She was looking around the room as if she might catch evidence that Vi had been smoking or something. “I, erm…” Vi muttered. “Dear lord, that smell!” Katie interrupted before Vi could say anything. “Oh dear…” Simon said quietly as he raised a hand to cover his nose. “I… I can explain…” Vi stuttered. Her eyes were full of tears. How was she going to explain her poopy diaper and the blocking of the door? There was no explanation that wasn’t that she had simply been hiding. “No need.” Katie muttered. Her eyes flashed darkly. Vi sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist. She had fallen so far. She looked up very briefly and saw her dad looking on with a mixture of pity and disgust. He had a weak stomach, at least that was his excuse for not getting closer to Vi, for not hugging her and telling her it was all going to be alright. Katie, of course, never had the pretence of the caring mother, not to Vi at least. She simply looked irritated that Vi would do what she had done, as if it had somehow been a deliberate act from her. She wanted to snap back that she was only in the position she was thanks to Katie’s rules. Getting angry was pointless though. She’d played that game before, it never ended well for her. The scene seemed to be frozen for several very long seconds. Vi waited for someone to do something, hopefully change her. It was, of course, Katie who finally made the first move. She went and retrieved a fresh diaper along with baby wipes and powder. Vi was secretly pleased, at least it meant she was going to get clean underwear again. She may not have wanted another diaper, but she couldn’t pretend that she greeted a clean and dry one as relief after the one she was currently wearing had gotten as bad as it had. “I’ll, erm… Check on the other girls…” Simon mumbled. He’d been backing up towards the door, almost like a child that thought that if they moved slowly enough no one would notice they were moving at all. “You do that.” Katie replied as she dropped the diaper on the bed, “I’ll clean up your daughter.” It was hard for Vi to really get a read on the situation. She knew Katie’s extremely dominating personality had long cowed her father into near subservience, but it was the first time she could remember her stepmother really acting at all hostile towards him. Katie didn’t have a lot of room to complain, Vi thought to herself, it was her fault that anyone had to be dealing with the gross diaper after all. “I could do this myself.” Vi muttered as she exposed her diaper and laid down on the bed. She winced as she felt the mess in her underwear get pushed against her body again. In some ways she was glad she wasn’t going to have to be the one to deal with it. Vi didn’t get a reply. She instead closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was somewhere else. She searched her brain for old memories, something to immerse herself in until the change was finished. She remembered visiting a friend’s house when she had been in middle school. It was a slumber party, and they’d just eaten their fill of pizza before they watched a scary movie, it must’ve been around Halloween time, it had been on of the best nights of Vi’s childhood. She remembered the fun she had playing games and… “Lift your butt up.” Katie’s voice broke through the vivid scene that Vi had painted for herself. Vi responded like an automaton. She did as she was told and lifted her hips in the air. The only diaper was slid away and new one replaced it. Vi tried to reconjure the memory she’d managed to immerse herself in for the diaper change, but it was gone. She sighed. It was probably for the best. There was no point soiling those memories like she had her diaper. “Maybe we should tell your sisters what is going on.” Katie suggested idly as she sprinkled baby powder on Vi. “What!? Why!?” Vi immediately snapped to attention. “If they knew, you wouldn’t have had to wait for me to change you.” Katie said. Vi stared at her stepmother. It was impossible to know if she was just goading Vi into a response or if she was genuinely crazy enough to not realise why Vi would be against the other girls finding out about the diapers. She decided it was the former and didn’t deign to reply to Katie. She got the impression that getting into an argument would not benefit her one bit. “Try to keep this one clean, OK?” Katie said as she stood up. She dropped the messy diaper into a plastic bag which she tied up. Vi stared daggers at her stepmother until the door to the bedroom was closed and she was left alone again. --- Vi walked around as if she had a date for her execution hanging over her head. The vacation was in just a couple of days. Vi wanted more than anything to get out of going, she had a horrible feeling that the minor miracle she had kept going, of her stepsisters not finding out about her diapers, could not possibly survive the holiday. “Keep up.” Katie called over her shoulder. Vi had been slouched over with her hoodie pulled up as she followed the rest of the family. They were at the mall. It had been decided that they needed some things before they got on their flight and, for some reason, it was necessary for the whole family to go. Vi had been freshly changed before she put on her baggiest pants and a hoodie that she had found at the back of her closet. The outfit did a good job of hiding the diaper, but it was not meant for the summer heatwave. She was boiling. In front of Vi was her father and stepmother. As soon as Katie had spoke Vi had peaked up at them from under the hood that she was using to hide her face as much as possible. Katie was holding the hand of Kimmy who was babbling away about something and paying no attention to anything. In front of them was Clarissa and Laura. They’d tried to use the warmth to go out in their, rather revealing, vacation outfits but Katie had put a stop to that. They were occasionally looking back at Vi and whispering, no doubt wondering why their odd stepsister was acting even stranger than usual. As a family they walked through the doors of the mall. The air conditioning that hit them was a blessed relief, especially for Vi. She lowered her hood and wiped her sweaty hair out of her face. She took a deep breath and knew she just had to try and get through the day. There had been a lot of that lately from Vi, days that she just tried to endure without anything worse happening. To Vi’s surprise a majority of the time at the mall was actually quite easy. Clarissa and Laura were much more interested in retail opportunities than her, she was able to almost melt into the background a little, forgotten by the rest of the family, and that was more than fine. She’d almost expected Katie to have some horrifyingly embarrassing set up for her, a trip down the baby aisle or something, but Katie’s attention was elsewhere. Vi was able to breath a sigh of relief. Though maybe Vi grew a little too relaxed as she tried to stop herself from waddling around the mall. Whilst they were in their third fashionable clothes store, with Clarissa and Laura using it as an opportunity to model outfits Vi knew her dad would be pushed into buying for them, she started to wet herself. “Uh oh…” Vi muttered. “What was that?” Simon asked as he turned from the impromptu modelling. “Nothing.” Vi quickly said with a shake of her head. It felt like the blood had drained from her face whilst her cheeks simultaneously glowed red. “Are you sure you don’t want to try anything on?” Simon asked. It was almost like he had briefly remembered he was supposed to her father, Vi thought bitterly. “I’m fine.” Vi answered shortly. It was the strangest feeling. Stood in the middle of a semi-busy store, Vi was having a conversation with her dad even as she felt the heat of her urine spreading throughout her diaper. She tried to hide what was happening but there was no doubt that even her oblivious father had picked up on something weird. He had leaned over and whispered something to Katie who very briefly turned to look at Vi. Vi kept willing her bladder to stop. How much pee could it possibly hold? The wetness spread up the front of the diaper and simultaneously ran towards the back, creeping up towards both waistbands as the padding soaked it in. All Vi could do was close her eyes and beg it not to leak. Since it had been bone dry, apart from a little sweat, beforehand, she didn’t need to worry. The diaper handled her soaking. However, there was now a problem. Vi could already feel that the padding had expanded, pushing into her thighs. Whilst the diaper was fine for one big wetting, she was very worried about another one. As much as she hated to admit it, Vi needed a diaper change as soon as possible. Vi bit her lip. She had no idea how to handle the situation, and she certainly couldn’t be sure that her parents would keep what had happened quiet. Her hands were clasped in front of her and the fingers of one hand tapped repeatedly on the other. She stepped forwards to try and have a discreet word with her dad, then lost her nerve and stepped back again. Repeatedly, she tried to tell someone what had happened, but her fear of humiliation stopped her. “Can we get the outfits?” Laura asked. Vi cringed at the puppy dog eyes Laura looked at Simon with. He was basically an open chequebook for them, they knew that. He was reaching into his back pocket for his wallet even as he put up the flimsiest resistance. It did give Vi an opportunity though. With Laura and Clarissa disappearing behind the curtains to change back into their regular clothes Vi seized her chance. She stepped forward causing both parents to turn towards her. Her heart was beating extra fast as she swallowed her shame. “I… Well, I… So…” Vi stuttered as the words wouldn’t come to her. “Do you need the bathroom?” Simon asked his struggling daughter. “It’s, erm, a little late for that.” Vi replied quietly. She could feel heat flushing her face. Vi didn’t know which reaction was worse. The way her father looked at her in apparent surprise or Katie’s disappointed sigh and shake of the head. Vi didn’t know how this could’ve been a surprise for either of them. What did they expect her to do? Tug on their sleeves and ask to be taken to the potty as if she was six years old? She didn’t think too hard about it though. After all, she could’ve walked off and found the bathroom herself, and she definitely didn’t want to think about how little warning she got about needing to wet herself. “Your mother can take you after we’re done in here.” Simon said. He managed a thin smile and a reassuring pat on the arm. “She’s not my mother…” Vi muttered as usual. It did no good. They were already turning back to see Clarissa and Laura coming out of the changing rooms with multiple outfits in each hand. Vi waddled along behind everyone else to the checkouts. The line felt interminable as she desperately wanted a clean diaper. Well, to be precise, she didn’t want ANY diaper, but she knew one was coming regardless. By the time they were back out on the busy concourse, Vi’s eyes were already scanning for the toilets. She saw them on the other side of the building, just a little further down from where she currently was. “Alright, let’s head for the bathrooms.” Katie said as she led the family through the crowded walkways. Katie held open the door to the disabled bathroom. Vi cringed as she noted that the sign on the outside said that it had an adult changing table among its other accessibility options, “In here, Violet.” “Wait, why is mom going in with Vi?” Clarissa asked with a frown. Vi had no answer to that. There was no sensible answer as to why her stepmother would be leading her into the bathroom. She quickly ducked her head and walked inside, somehow hoping that the weirdness would be forgotten by the time she came out again. Katie followed and locked the door behind her. “Alright, get yourself on the table.” Katie said tiredly as she pointed at the changing table on the far wall. “Quiet!” Vi hissed in the echoey room, “They might hear you!” Vi knew the mall was noisy, especially when it was as busy as it was, and she knew the door they had passed through was thick, but she wouldn’t have counted out the chance that her three stepsisters would have their ears to the door to try and work out what was happening. There was no way she could explain all of this. She would just have to stone wall them and hope they moved on to other things. “Violet, I would prefer to get this over with so we can go home.” Katie said simply. Apparently, she didn’t share the same concerns Vi did. Vi slipped off her baggy pants. She looked down and could see that the wetness indicator on her diaper had changed a deep blue, a warning that it was nearing its limit. She climbed up on the table, feeling a little surprise that it took her weight even though she wasn’t overweight, and looked at the wall next to her. It felt somehow worse to be changed on a changing table rather than a bed, even more embarrassing. The front of the diaper was lowered and Vi let herself thinking of better places and times as cool wipes were used on her skin. It was somewhat of a relief to be out of the soaked diaper, the worry of leaking receding as it was pulled out from under her. Katie, of course, had packed a spare in her bag that she unfolded and slipped underneath her prostrate stepdaughter. She used some diaper cream and sprinkled baby powder liberally leaving Vi smelling like a baby. She pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it closed, basically locking Vi into it. Thankfully the baby smell seemed to be mostly confined to the diaper and Vi doubted anyone would notice unless they got up close and personal with her underwear, at which point she’d likely have more pressing issues to contend with. Katie held the door open and Vi walked back out into the mall. Perhaps her father had said something to the stepsisters, they glared at Vi suspiciously but didn’t say anything as she sheepishly walked past. On the way in she had been hanging back, now she walked ahead, more eager than anyone to get back home. --- You can read the full 71 page story right now at either of the following: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mnjbhl1ff0505b https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2427142