Elfy

Anna and Ryan are back at home, but Anna is depressed. The Rose Resistance had failed them, and Jane was back to being regressed. It seemed like all the risks were for nothing, until Jane draws a rose in a colouring book... --- 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, please, you have to eat something.” Ryan said, practically pleading with his wife. Anna didn’t respond. She was sitting on the floor in the living room and completely unmoved by the smells coming from the kitchen. Ryan bit his lip. He was getting very worried, and as much as he was trying to give Anna time and space to process everything, he also felt like he was operating close to the edge. He hadn’t slept much in the few days since they were allowed home. It was difficult to sleep when every night brought nightmare flashbacks of the daycare. Ever since getting home, Anna had been acting… differently. The strongest woman he knew, who seemed to be able to take everything Sallas threw at her and maintain her sense of self was now on the floor and playing with toys next to Jane. Anna wasn’t regressed, certainly not in the same way Jane had been, but she was acting in certain babyish ways that just seemed so wrong coming from her. At first Ryan had tried to get her interested in more age-appropriate activities but it hadn’t worked, so he let her do whatever it seemed she needed to do. Perhaps, even for an independent woman like Anna, there was a certain therapeutic quality in just letting go of adult concerns, if only for a little while. The problem Ryan was having was that dealing with his own trauma whilst also taking care of the two women was stretching him to his limit. “I made this Daddy!” Jane said when she saw Ryan in the doorway. She held up the colouring book to a picture of a childishly drawn orange cat with mismatched eyes. “Well done.” Ryan said with a half-hearted smile. Anna looked up. She was blushing a little, but Ryan just gave her a friendly smile and turned away. He didn’t want his wife to feel bad about whatever she had to do to cope with recent events, he just hoped he’d get his old firebrand of a wife back sooner rather than later. He made his way to the doorway when he was suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Jane? What’s that?” It was Anna. Ryan turned back around to see that his wife had grabbed Jane’s colouring book away from her. Anna looked from the picture to Jane and then up to Ryan. She turned the book around to reveal a red rose. Jane had turned the page in her colouring book to a page that didn’t have the outline of anything to colour in, but someone had drawn a stylised red rose that looked very familiar. Ryan and Anna turned to Jane at the same time. She seemed completely unaware of anything going on around her. With the colouring book taken away she had pulled over and a couple of dolls and was holding one out for Anna. “Jane, what is this?” Anna asked as she held up the colouring book and pointed at the picture. “Flower.” Jane said absent-mindedly. “Why did you draw the flower?” Anna asked. She sounded almost manic, that if Jane didn’t tell her what she wanted to know she would suddenly leap on her and demand answers. “Garden.” Jane replied. Anna looked at Ryan. As one they quickly scrambled out of the room. Ryan went to the front door and stepped outside whilst Anna ran to the back. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary as he looked around the yard. Then he became aware of how weird it could look to other people. The last thing he wanted to do was draw more attention to himself as he backed up and went back inside. “Ryan!” Anna’s voice came echoing down the halls. Ryan ran past a bemused looking Jane to the back door. Anna was standing halfway down the backyard and looking at a flowerbed. Ryan quickly went to stand by her side, he looked down to see a single, very red, rose in the middle of the flowers. It was the only rose on the property as far as Ryan could tell. That specific type of flower not being particularly favoured thanks to the freedom fighters with the same name. “What should we do?” Anna asked. Ryan tried not to notice that this was out of character for Anna. That before the daycare his wife would’ve already been yanking the rose out of the ground. Ryan looked around. The fences were high, but if someone wanted to look in, they probably could. “Dig it up.” Ryan said, “Just… act natural. Like you’re gardening.” Anna bent down and gingerly touched the rose and then lowered her hands to the soil at the flower’s base. For a second, Ryan was reminded of war movies, and the characters gently checking for mines. That disappeared as Anna started to scoop dirt away. A gust of wind came by and blew up the bottom of her dress just enough to show off the bottom of her diaper, Ryan chose not to say anything. “There’s… something here!” Anna said excitedly. Ryan stepped closed and squatted down next to his wife. He saw, in the dirt a wooden box. Anna had to shovel more dirt away to get it out of the hole completely. Anna was growing impatient and she rapidly threw dirt to the side and pulled on the box until it came loose. “Careful of splinters.” Ryan said. Anna pulled on the box whilst it was still wedged. When it finally came free, she ended up falling backwards on to her padded butt. Ryan picked up the box as Anna scrambled back up to her knees in the dirt. Ryan held the box and allowed Anna to lift the lid. When she did so, her eyes went wide. “What is it?” Ryan asked, the lid blocking his view. Anna held up two plastic bags. One contained the phone they had been contacted by Thorn on, and the other held a whole bunch of syringes with the safety caps on. --- It was an anxious time. Anna and Ryan were, at first, extremely paranoid that they were being watched inside their own home. They scoured the place, under the pretence of cleaning it, looking for any kind of spying devices or cameras. “Let’s do it.” Anna had said after their second sweep found nothing. “I don’t know.” Ryan replied. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Maybe one more run through, to make sure?” “Ryan, we’ve looked everywhere… Twice!” Anna said with impatience, “There’s nothing here.” “Well, I wouldn’t go that far…” Ryan muttered. Indeed, some things had changed about the house. Whether it was for a practical joke or some other nefarious reason, Ryan’s bed had been replaced with a large crib. A reminder of exactly what would happen if he messed up again. Anna wasn’t supposed to be sharing it with him, she was supposed to be in the nursery permanently, but after their time at the daycare, neither of them had any inclination to be alone. There was more than enough room in there for both of them to cuddle up. A level of intimacy growing between them, perhaps through shared trauma or just a lot of time together. “I’m doing it.” Anna finally said as she picked up the clear plastic bag of syringes. Anna looked at Ryan, seeing if he would attempt to persuade her not to, but he didn’t. That was how Jane got a shot of the anti-regression drugs given to them by, presumably, The Rose Resistance. Just like the first time the drugs were administered, it still took a while for the effects to start being felt. One day, a week or so after the first shot, the three of them were sat in the living room. Jane had her head in her hands as she tried to think. “If it’s too much we can-…” Ryan started. “No, no… I think I remember.” Jane said. Anna put a hand on her friend’s back as she looked up and frowned slightly. She shook her head a little, as if trying to shake off literal cobwebs in her skull. She let out a long breath. “After you two were taken away I was left here with a couple of guards. I had to pretend I was still fully regressed.” Jane blushed slightly, “They were really lax with watching me. They left me in the nursery after dinner, in the crib. I heard a noise outside, like a scraping on the wall. I remember kneeling on the mattress and looking at the window as a hand appeared there.” Jane paused and took a sip of a drink before sitting back again. “I don’t know who it was, but she was dressed all in black.” Jane said, “She had her face covered. I remember just staring in fear. She looked at me and put a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet, then she went through the door to the landing. When she came back, she had a little box with the phone and injections in.” “Did she say anything?” Anna asked. “The only thing I remember her saying was “Remember the rose.”” Jane said, “She came right up to the crib and said it. Repeatedly. Over and over again. Any time I tried to say anything she stopped me. She stayed there, saying the same thing to me, until we heard footsteps on the stairs. Just like that, she swept back over to the window and left.” “Do you think it was Thorn?” Ryan asked. “No.” Anna replied before Jane had a chance, “But it must’ve been one of her agents. They came here and hid the incriminating evidence.” “What happened after that?” Ryan asked. “Without the shots I felt the regression taking over again.” Jane said, “The next morning they took me to a “foster family.”” Jane shivered and Anna didn’t press the point. It didn’t seem like it was an experience that Jane wished to re-live, it was likely scarcely any better than the daycare was, perhaps even worse because Jane was on her own. Anna rubbed Jane’s back and placed her other hand on her knee. Anna felt reinvigorated. After sinking into despair and almost losing herself, she now found that spark back in her life. Getting out of the daycare, and getting away from Mr. Sawyer, had allowed her to finally have a chance to recover. That night, she slept for fifteen hours and when she woke it was like emerging out of a cocoon, her fire re-lit and her passion ignited. That was until she went down for lunch, having slept through breakfast. “I can’t believe you’re just going to forgive them.” Ryan said. “I’m not!” Anna replied crossly, “But if they contact us again, I’m not going to just ignore it.” “They left us in that daycare.” Ryan said, “If we’d gone to Finishing School that would’ve been it, and it would be no skin off their nose. No, The Rose Resistance would’ve just moved on to find some other rube to do their bidding for them.” “That’s not fair.” Anna said. She looked at Jane who was sitting at the table and seeming to plead with her eyes for everyone to calm down. “Isn’t it?” Ryan asked. “What did you want them to do?” Anna asked, “When we were in there, I wished they would just roll through the wall in some armoured car and break us out, but that isn’t very realistic.” “They’ve done bigger things elsewhere.” Ryan countered. Before Anna could reply, Ryan stood up and left the room. Anna slumped down into a seat next to Jane. She hated to say it, but Ryan was at least partially correct. The Rose Resistance had asked her and Ryan to risk everything, and when it all went wrong, they weren’t there to help. She had to admit that she felt some bitterness towards them, but she still recognised them as her only real hope of getting out of the country. “What’s the world like?” Jane asked, “Outside of Sallas, I mean.” Anna looked across at her friend and smiled. It was strange to think that she was the only person, out of basically everyone she had met, to know life outside the island Sallas. “I don’t really remember much.” Anna admitted, “I was just a little girl when I ended up here.” Anna saw Jane look away in disappointment. It was too much for her, she had to give Jane something to believe in. Some kind of idea that the grass was greener on the other side of the fence. “I remember feeling… free.” Anna said with a wistful smile, “Well, as free as a kid could be at least. My parents always tried to get me to explore any and all passions. They told me I could be anything.” “So… everything’s equal?” Jane asked. It looked like the very concept amazed her. “No.” Anna said, “At least not when I was a kid. There was no real forced separation between the sexes, but men still held the power for the most part. Things were getting better though, slowly but surely. There was no being forced to act like a child, no devotion to “your man”, you could get a job, start a family… or do neither of those things. It was entirely your choice.” “Sounds like a paradise to me.” Jane said dreamily. “I’ll show you that world one day.” Anna said as she reached across the table and took Jane’s hand, “I promise.” --- The phone sat on the table vibrating. Anna, Ryan and Jane were all staring at it, no one moving a muscle. “I should answer it.” Anna said. “Don’t.” Ryan replied, “I told you. They’re taking advantage of your hope.” “That hope is all I have.” Anna said, “I’d rather false hope than none at all.” Ryan’s lips pursed. Anna could read what was going on behind his eyes. He wasn’t going to stop her, but he wasn’t going to encourage it either. It seemed like he wanted nothing to do with Thorn. Anna reached over and picked up the phone. Jane let out a small squeal of excitement, it was clear what she wanted Anna to do. “Hello?” Anna said as she answered. “Anna, it’s good to hear your voice.” It was Thorn. The voice was unmistakeable even through the filters designed to make it anonymous. “After what happened, I don’t know if I should be talking to you.” Anna said. “Listen-…” Thorn started. “No! You listen!” Anna retorted loudly. She was looking at Ryan, wanting him to know that she wasn’t going to let herself be pushed around by The Rose Resistance, “We did what you asked of us and it nearly cost us everything!” “It was… regrettable.” Thorn said, “Our operational security wasn’t quite everything we thought.” “Yeah, well, it nearly cost us everything.” Anna replied, “You should know that Ryan thinks I shouldn’t even be talking to you.” There was a momentary silence. Anna wasn’t sure if she should continue talking, perhaps Thorn wasn’t saying anything just to see what Anna did. She really didn’t have the patience for this kind of subterfuge; Anna would much rather everyone come out and say exactly what they were thinking. She shifted on her seat and her diaper crinkled. She hoped that it wasn’t picked up by the phone. “Anna, I’m sorry.” Thorn finally said. There was another pause that seemed to stretch for a long time, “But we still need your help.” “What’s in it for us?” Anna asked. There was laughter from the other end of the line. “Not many people have the balls to say that to us.” Thorn said. Her good humour was edged with steel, “Is the cause of female liberation not enough anymore?” “For me?” Anna said, “Maybe. But I can’t risk Jane or Ryan. They’ve been through enough. This place isn’t so bad, not bad enough to risk it all on a longshot.” “Do you really believe that?” Thorn asked. Anna didn’t answer. Everyone, including herself knew that it wasn’t true. She was willing to risk her life if it meant even the slimmest hope of getting back into the regular world. The very thought of it tortured her, the impossibility of her dreams making her heart ache. Wanting to be anywhere else in the world was the last thing she thought about at night and the first thing she thought in the morning. “What is it you want from me, Anna?” Thorn asked when it became clear Anna wasn’t going to answer. “I want the same thing I wanted when you first called me.” Anna answered. “To get out of Sallas?” Thorn paused, “You’re in luck.” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. Her eyes wide and her heart hammering. “I mean, we want you out of Sallas as well.” Thorn said. Anna didn’t immediately respond. She was looking at the other two people at the table, they almost certainly couldn’t hear what was being said but they could read Anna’s reactions. Anna bit her lip and waited for more information. Whether it was coincidence or not, her weak bladder emptied into her diaper, filling the silence with a soft warm hiss that she could only hope wasn’t audible to anyone else. “You’ve become a big celebrity.” Thorn said, “Both in Sallas and outside. We want to get you out so you can spread the word of what is happening here. That’s how you could make the difference in this revolution.” “But… how?” Anna asked breathlessly. “It’s very risky.” Thorn said, “But we want you to make one more broadcast for Sallas.” “Huh?” Anna frowned. Thorn proceeded to detail a plan that sounded impossible for Anna. A plan that felt like it relied on a miracle set of circumstances to work. Thorn said that her people on the inside of the government had informed her that the next thing Anna would be asked to do was a live segment on the country’s state-owned broadcaster. If Thorn got what she wanted, things wouldn’t be going to the government’s plan at all. “I won’t lie. Chances are the plan will fall apart. It’s all or nothing. What’s it to be?” Thorn asked. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Robyn has a little trick for Dan, who doesn't have the response she expected. Meanwhile, out in town, Landon takes Livy for the second surprise of the day, a trip to a jewellery which also has unexpected consequences. --- 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 --- “Alright, time for a check.” Dan said as he walked into the living room. Robyn jumped to her feet. She had been waiting for this. Her diaper was still dry despite her consuming plenty of liquid. She almost let her bladder go as soon as she got up from the floor where she had been playing. It was with a little difficulty that she restrained her herself, she had been saving it all up, it would’ve been a shame to lose control at the last second. “Uh huh.” Robyn said as she walked quickly up to Dan. Robyn saw the man take a step back as if not expecting Robyn to be so ready and enthusiastic for a check. It was kind of cute. He didn’t seem to know what to do with her. It had taken Landon a while to learn exactly what Robyn liked as well. She had been reliably informed that she could be quite intense, but that was what being a Little was to her. She wasn’t deliberately being difficult, she just wanted to be put in her place, and being bratty was the quickest way to achieving that goal! “Alright… I’ll just…” Dan looked nervously from Robyn’s face to the bottom of her short dress. It was strange. He never seemed to hesitate when he was doing this for Livy, but every time he had to check Robyn it was suddenly as if he had never done it before. Robyn spread her legs a little to make it easier for him. When Robyn felt a hand pressing up against her diaper she couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. It only became funnier when Dan looked at her in surprise, clearly a completely dry disposable was not what he had been expecting to find. He was just about to remove his hand when she clamped her thighs together tightly, holding his hand against the bottom of her padding. “W-What are you… Oh.” Dan said. Robyn finally released her aching bladder with a sigh of relaxation. She closed her eyes and felt the bliss of the “accident” warming her crotch and, quite quickly, her butt. The feeling of peeing combined with the naughtiness of how she was doing it made her feel just a little hot and bothered. Robyn gradually released the pressure on Dan’s hand and was gratified when it stayed exactly where it was, clamped to the bottom of the diaper which had started to expand as the padding soaked up her pee. Robyn dared to open one of her eyes and saw Dan staring down towards his hand with wide eyes. No doubt he could what Robyn herself had felt many times before, both on her own diapers and on Livy’s. The plastic outer shell getting pulled taut by the padding within, the glorious heat radiating out, getting warmer and warmer until the diaper was like a hot water bottle. She closed her eyes again and luxuriated in the feeling. Doing it with a Big right there, checking her, only seemed to enhance how it felt to her. “Mmm…” Robyn let out a lengthy sigh as her flow slowed down. She felt disappointed. She would’ve liked to have continued forever and ever. Despite stopping, Dan’s hand remained pressed against Robyn’s diaper. She opened her eyes and looked at the man who was still staring at the woman’s crotch, he seemed almost transfixed. Robyn barely suppressed a laugh. She had certainly soaked herself, it didn’t seem like it would’ve taken much to completely overflow her disposable. “Erm, Dan?” Robyn said. Dan looked up at Robyn, then back down at his hand. He seemed to suddenly realise what he was doing and quickly pulled his arm away. In fact, in his haste, he stepped back a couple of feet. Robyn’s smile faded as Dan wiped his dry hand on his pants leg as if he might somehow have got wet through osmosis. She hadn’t meant to make Dan feel bad. Quite the opposite… “OK…” Dan seemed to be taking a minute to regain his composure, “You need a change.” “No.” Robyn replied. “What?” Dan had already turned to face the exit of the room. Now he turned back around to look at Robyn, “You definitely do.” “No.” Robyn said again. This time she folded her arms across her chest. A textbook sign of brattiness that she thought any and every Big would recognise. Dan seemed at a loss for what to do. It seemed obvious to Robyn. Now would be the time for him to order her upstairs, she would refuse, and then he would “make” her. He didn’t seem to be getting it though. She wasn’t even certain why she WANTED to be so bratty to Dan. All she knew for certain was that he was interesting her in a way that no man had ever managed to be before. “W-What do you mean?” Dan asked. He played with his hands nervously in front of him. “I mean… No!” Robyn said. She was practically winking at him, trying to tell him what she wanted with her body language, “I don’t need a change!” Robyn’s diaper was practically groaning from what she had put into it. The padding was full and hanging down between her thighs, the tapes doing a heroic job and the leg bands threatening to give way to a waterfall. Dan had to know it, he had felt what she had done. The diaper was on the verge of leaking. He was still standing in the doorway, looking anywhere but at Robyn. “So… what are you going to do?” Robyn prompted. She felt like she was being as subtle as a brick to the face, but Dan was either missing her intentions or deliberately ignoring them. “I’ll, erm…” Dan mumbled and backed up a couple more steps, “I mean, I guess… Just come find me when you need it.” Robyn frowned. Even if he didn’t want a part of her brattiness, she really did desperately need a change. It felt like even one single drop of urine would cause her diaper to burst like a balloon. She didn’t understand how Dan wasn’t getting it, all her previous Bigs would’ve had her across their knees by then. “Wait.” Robyn said. Dan had nearly disappeared. He seemed in a hurry to get away. Robyn waddled forwards towards him, the diaper rubbed against her thighs with each step, if the thickness between her legs had been any bigger, she would’ve been forced into crawling, a thought that excited her. She took Dan’s hand. “Maybe I do need a change…” Robyn said. “OK.” Dan replied. He still looked confused and unsure. As Robyn led the way up the stairs to the nursery, she let out a deep sigh. She didn’t understand why Dan hadn’t dragged her upstairs as soon as she resisted his command. She didn’t know why she wasn’t being “punished.” Would Dan have just let her leak everywhere? She thought brattiness was pretty universal in Littles, she was sure that Livy had acted that way at least a few times in the past. She MUST’VE done. What Little hadn’t make their Big work for things sometimes? In fact, Robyn was confused why she was leading the way up the stairs. It felt almost like it was she taking Dan for a diaper change. From the way he had been acting it would’ve made more sense. When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw him give her a quick smile. Robyn felt a new worry enter her head. Maybe Dan wasn’t reacting to her because he didn’t like her after all. She had always thought that things were fine between them, even if they weren’t overly close, and yet now she got the feeling he wasn’t interested in her at all. She was almost surprised about how that thought made her heart sad. --- “Are you alright?” Landon asked. It wasn’t the first time she had repeated those words since leaving the café. Livy nodded her head and kept her eyes down. She felt like as long as she was concentrating on the floor, she would be able to keep the anxiety in check. Livy felt like people were watching her. After nearly getting lost that morning, Landon wasn’t taking any risks and had Livy’s hand in hers. Maybe that was why it seemed like people were turning to look at them. Livy waddled, her natural pace having to be sped up slightly to keep up with Landon. She looked around, she didn’t catch anyone turning to look at her, but she knew most people were, she could feel their gaze on her skin like a burn. They were judging her, seeing her for who she really was and, more importantly, who she wasn’t. There were more people on the sidewalk than there had been earlier. It was getting towards mid-morning, and people were coming out to do their shopping. Livy didn’t like it. She hated crowds. Dan knew that she wasn’t good around lots of people and always did his best to avoid it or distract her. Landon wasn’t doing any of that. She wasn’t making conversation and barely even looked back at her. “Of course she isn’t talking to you”, Livy thought, “She’s an adult who doesn’t need constant stimulation like you.” Livy waddled along with her diaper ever so slightly chafing her thighs. Her mind immediately wished she was being pushed in a stroller. She shook her head. Not a stroller, she should be wishing she had been allowed normal underwear. That’s what an actual adult would want. No, even that was wrong. An adult wouldn’t have to be “allowed” normal underwear. God, why was she even bothering to try and prove that she was in any way Big? Everyone could see right through her as if they had x-ray vision to her diaper. She was such an obvious baby that she should give up the pretence and squat down right there to po-… “Are you sure you’re OK?” Landon asked with a frown, “That’s the third lamppost you’ve nearly walked in to.” “Yes.” Livy mumbled, “I’m fine.” Except Livy was lying. The crowds seemed to be having an effect on her, or maybe it was just the effort of having to pretend. It didn’t used to be as hard as it felt right then on the street, but she was out of practice, unused to having to hide who she really was. Livy didn’t know where they were going. After leaving the café, Landon had taken her hand and started walking. It seemed clear that Landon knew where they were headed but Livy hadn’t been told. She wondered if she should ask. That would be the adult thing to do, wouldn’t it? It was probably too late. They’d been walking for a few minutes at that point. “This is the next place I wanted to take you.” Landon said as she gestured at a store window. Livy had almost walked into Landon when the taller woman had suddenly stopped. She turned to the window and saw that it was a jewellery store. It wasn’t like a place in the local mall though, this one seemed quite a bit fancier. Like the café, it was familiar and yet completely different to what Livy was used to, and just like the café, Livy felt completely out of sync with the world that the jewellery store inhabited. “Here?” Livy asked dumbly. “Yes.” Landon said patiently, “It’s where I get all my earrings, bracelets and everything else. I love their style.” Livy looked closer and definitely saw a stylistic similarity between the jewellery in the window and the stuff Landon usually wore. It was then that she realised the place was even more upmarket than she had originally assumed. The jewellery inside wasn’t mass-produced or even from famous brands. It seemed like most of it was unique or part of the store’s own collection, and the price tags matched. Livy knew that Landon and Dan both earned more than enough money for the four of them to live comfortably, but the prices were enough to make Livy’s head spin. “I thought I’d treat you to a pair of earrings.” Landon said a few seconds later. “But my ears aren’t pierced.” Livy replied. “Not a problem.” Landon pointed at a sign in the window. Livy felt her stomach flip over. The store did its own piercings. She could feel herself starting to hyper-ventilate. She had thought about getting her ears pierced before but had always rejected the idea, mostly out of anxiety over the actual process. She loved the idea of earrings but had never got past using cheap clip-ons. “I… I don’t know…” Livy stuttered. She subconsciously drew back a little causing the distance between them, bridged by their linked hands, to widen, “Maybe I’ll think about it and…” “I won’t make you do it.” Landon said, “But if you’re going to get it done, it should be here. These guys offer a much better service than the ones in the mall. Besides, I already had a pair of earrings picked out for you.” “You did?” Livy replied in surprise. “Those ones.” Landon said as she pointed at a pair that was visible in a corner of the display. Livy’s eyes lit up. The earrings were beautiful. Shaped like little owls and encrusted with jewels of various colours. If they had been bigger, they would have been gaudy, but at their small size they were adorable. “I asked Mr. Hootie for suggestions.” Landon joked, “So, what do you say?” Livy really wanted the earrings, and it was a great chance to prove that she could act like an adult. She knew there would be a little pain, but she also knew it wouldn’t last long, and afterwards she would have done something no baby would do. She nodded her head and Landon beamed at her. “Wonderful!” Landon said, “Let’s go in.” Livy walked into the store and felt relief at being off the street. No matter what was going to happen, the immediate relief of being away from all the people and noise did a lot to help calm her down a bit. The store didn’t have many customers, and Livy noticed the employees were all dressed incredibly smartly. The showroom had a deep red carpet dotted with display cases. It very much gave the impression that if you even wondered how much something might cost, there was no way you could afford it. Landon walked in confidently and just like at the café, seemed to recognise a member of staff. “Alicia, I was hoping you were working today.” Landon said as she walked ahead. “If it isn’t my favourite customer.” Alicia replied with a big smile. Livy hung back near the door and watched as Landon and Alicia met in the middle of the room. A quick hug was exchanged, it all seemed very forward for an employee to act that way but, judging from what Alicia said, Landon wasn’t a stranger in those parts. “How’s that necklace?” Alicia asked, “There hasn’t been a problem with it?” “Oh, no, nothing like that.” Landon said, “It’s fabulous.” “Good.” Alicia indicated a desk against the far wall, “Would you like to sit down and discuss what you’re looking for or did you have something in mind?” Livy looked over to the desks and saw that one of them was occupied. A male employee with slicked back hair was on one side, holding a tray with various sparkly things on it. On the other side was a man and a woman who seemed to be deep in thought and occasionally nodding. It was hard to tell if it was a service given to every customer, or if it was for the more valued ones. She didn’t want to even speculate how much the jewellery on the tray was worth. “Actually, I’m not here for me today.” Landon said, “And after my last visit my bank manager would have a heart attack if I bought something else. I did however put a deposit down on those earrings, if you remember…” “Ah, of course!” Alicia nodded her head in understanding and looked past Landon, “So this must be the Livy you told me so much about.” Livy smiled nervously. Landon had been talking about her? Livy didn’t really remember when everyone stopped referring to her by her “adult” name. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember the last time anyone had called her Olivia, these days she was always just Livy. She immediately started wondering what had been said and how much this stranger knew about her. It was only when Landon gave her a pointed look and gestured her forwards that Livy walked into the centre of the room with the others. “Well, you were right.” Alicia said as she stepped back and looked at Livy appraisingly, “She is beautiful, and those earrings will be perfect on her. It’s almost like they were made for her!” Livy blushed and looked away. She knew it was probably just sales patter, a way of making more money from commissions by flattering the people looking to buy things but knowing it didn’t make it any less effective. “There’s one little wrinkle.” Landon said, “Livy’s ears aren’t pierced.” “Not a problem.” Alicia replied, “I can get that done right now if you like?” “That would be great.” Landon said, “Right, Livy?” Livy looked from Alicia to Landon and then back again. She felt so out of place. Two beautiful women were discussing near her, and it just emphasised how little she was like them. The diaper between her legs, which had become wet though Livy was having a little difficulty remembering when that happened, had never felt bigger. She felt like she was sweating a little and swallowed down a lump in her throat. “Sure.” Livy managed to force out. She turned to Landon, “Are…Are you going to be there?” “I guess I can be. If that’s alright with Alicia?” Landon looked a little surprised at the request. “I’ve got no problem with it. We’ve got plenty of space.” Alicia waved for the other two to follow her. Livy hadn’t thought wanting someone to be in the room with her was going to be a problem, now she felt like a kid at the doctor’s office having to be escorted in. Landon gave Livy’s arm a quick squeeze and then followed Alicia towards the back of the store. Livy looked behind her. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering away and her instinct to run and hide was threatening to take over her brain. If the street outside hadn’t appeared so busy, maybe Livy would’ve acted on that impulse. As it was, she turned to see Landon and hurried to catch up. “Take a seat.” Alicia said as she pointed to a chair in the centre of the room. It seemed to Livy that the chair wasn’t too different to what she might’ve seen in a dentist’s office. In fact, the whole room reminded her of a more medical setting. It was probably a good thing that everything looked clean and sterile. Alicia went over to one of the cupboards and started getting things out of it. Landon took the seat by the door, she was facing Livy and smiling like a proud mother. “Alright…” Alicia said as she concentrated on the job at hand. She had put everything she needed on a little metal cart that she wheeled over next to Livy, “I’ll talk you through everything before I do it. There’s no need to be anxious.” Was Livy’s anxiety THAT obvious? Almost certainly. Livy sat down in the chair and had a little difficulty making sure the bottom of the dress remained at knee level. She certainly didn’t want it riding up at all. The distance between the bottom of her dress and the bottom of her diaper felt perilously thin. “OK, so, first thing’s first, I’m going to adjust the chair. It’s like a chair at a dentist. Just sit back and it will move, alright?” Alicia said. Livy’s heart was hammering. She shouldn’t have agreed to getting her ears pierced. She looked at the tray to the side and saw the “gun” that Alicia was going to use, she felt nauseous. Before Livy could lose her nerve completely, the chair started to tilt backwards. Her hands scrambled to try and keep her dress down, but she knew she was soon angled to give Landon a very clear view of her diaper and its wetness. “This’ll be over before you know it.” Alicia said in a soothing voice, “So, first we-…” There was a sudden ringing noise and Livy jumped as if she had received an electric shock. It was Landon’s phone. Livy looked over as the woman held up a finger and mouth a “sorry” before answering it. “Yeah, hold on, I’m just with Livy.” Landon said as she stood up. She put the phone against her chest, “I’ll take this in the store, you’ll be fine, Livy.” “But…” Livy started but didn’t get to finish as Landon left the room. As she walked out of the door Livy felt a fresh warmth blossoming in her diaper. “As I was saying…” Alicia had a little laugh, “First I’ll disinfect the site. We’ll be doing both ears, but I’ll do one at a time. This is just like what a doctor rubs on you before an injection, nothing to worry about.” Livy gripped the armrests of the chair as she felt a cold liquid get rubbed on her earlobe. She was so focused on what was happening by her head that she barely noticed gravity causing her dress to slip down slightly. The bottom of her diaper was dangerously close to being seen. “OK, so this is a stud.” Alicia held up a small metal earring, “Before you can wear those adorable earrings that Landon picked out, you’ll have to wear these for a few days. It’ll make sure the hole doesn’t close up.” Livy’s eyes were wide, and she almost let out a little whimper when she saw the employee reach down and pick up what looked like a toy gun. She knew it was what was about to be used to punch a hole through her ear. Her fingers went white against the padding on the arm of the chair. “This isn’t as scary as it looks.” Alicia said. Livy wasn’t sure if the woman realised how anxious she was or if this was part of her regular speech, “This bit goes behind the ear, and this bit in front. Then I put the stud here and, voila, piercing done.” Livy couldn’t help but feel like there was an important step being left out of that procedure, notably the part where the needle looking thing in the front would go through her flesh. She felt herself tremble and looked at the door, Landon still wasn’t coming back. “M-Maybe we should wait for Landon…” Livy muttered quietly. “We could do.” Alicia’s gaze seemed to fix on Livy’s waist, and she paused before continuing, “Sorry, as I was saying, we could wait… OR we could get it done quickly and surprise her. I’m sure she’ll love how they look.” Livy wanted nothing more than to get out of the chair and run away. She felt physically trapped; with the way the chair was tilted back it wouldn’t be easy at all for her to climb out of it. Then there was the emotional aspect. She didn’t want to let Landon down, not when she’d been so nice and bought such beautiful earrings. She wanted to show Landon that she didn’t need constant looking after, it felt like getting the piercings done alone would show some degree of independence. Livy noticed Alicia’s eyes were being drawn towards her waist again. Livy moved her hands and pulled her dress down. She could guess what was attracting the woman’s attention, at least she seemed professional enough not to mention it. “Alright, lets do it.” Livy said with a deep breath. “Great!” Alicia smiled, “I’ll count down from three and then it’ll be done before you know it, OK?” Alicia said. Livy nodded and then froze up as her ear was taken by Alicia’s gloved hand. She desperately tried to stay calm, but it felt like her body had paused all of her functions except for her ability to be anxious. Whatever chemical or hormone caused those feelings were now cascading down and flooding her whole system. Her tummy rumbled and the butterflies seemed to double in number. “Ready?” Alicia asked. Livy didn’t reply but Alicia didn’t seem to need one. Livy assumed that unless she specifically told her to stop that the piercing would be done very soon. She had to work very hard to swallow the words before they burst out of her mouth. She closed eyes tightly and held her breath. “Three… Two…” Livy tensed. She waited for one, but Alicia never got there. Halfway through the number two, there was a loud bang and a sharp pain. Livy yelped as the needle went through her ear. She felt Alicia fidgeting with something, probably putting on the stud, and then the gun was pulled away. Livy panted for breath. The pain was starting to abate already, but the shock was still freezing her in place. She even felt a little sweat on her brow. “One down, one to go.” Alicia said as she pushed the tray around to the other side of Livy, “Sorry for the trick with the numbers, I could tell you’re nervous and I thought it might help… Only trouble is it only works once.” Livy adjusted in her seat and felt something slightly off. Her diaper had been wet, soaked even, and the padding had swollen up to account for that, but now she felt something else. There was a lump in the back of her diaper, just a small one, but it was squishy and… Livy’s heart skipped a beat as she realised what must’ve happened. In the shock of the piercing her body had let go and a little bit of poop had ended up in her diaper. Her mind reeled with what that meant. She couldn’t remember ever pooping, even just a little, and not realising it before. Livy stopped paying attention to anything but the squishing feeling in her underwear. There was no other explanation, she must’ve… There was another loud bang, and this time Livy let out a scream at the same time that she felt a shooting pain in her ear. Simultaneously, Livy felt her bowels give way completely. As her muscles tensed, the ones in her intestines and lower seemed to push down. Livy filled her diaper, and this time it wasn’t a small accident. She could feel it all rushing out of her even after the pain and shock subsided. The bottom of the diaper bulged out as the back was pressed against the chair. Livy hadn’t even needed to push. It all happened in the blink of an eye, one second her diaper was almost clean, the next it was like there had been a landslide. Her entire rear felt hot and sticky. “Since the counting wouldn’t help the second time I…” Alicia stopped talking. She sniffed the air. Sitting as close to Livy’s ear as she was, the sound was amplified. Livy’s eyes teared up. She couldn’t believe it. The surprise of the second piercing had caused her to lose control completely. She was stinky, and Alicia knew it, how could she not? The smell was escaping and every little move caused Livy to sink into what she had done. She brought her hands up and covered her face. Was she really such a useless baby that a little surprise caused her to helplessly fill her diaper!? “Oh, God…” Alicia was looking down at Livy’s waist. She could most likely guess what the smell was and where it was coming from, “I’ll just…” Livy felt Alicia take her ear and rapidly put the stud in the hole. No sooner had she attached the earring than she stood up and hurried towards the door, her hand covering the lower half of her face. As she went past the foot of the chair, she looked directly up Livy’s dress where her diaper was clearly visible, and her eyes widened even further. “I’m sorry…” Livy mumbled, though no one was around to hear her. She couldn’t believe she had found a way to humiliate herself AGAIN. Livy was alone in the room with a stinky disaster of a diaper and two throbbing ears. She wasn’t sure what to do or where to go, so she did nothing. She waited. In the end, she didn’t need to wait too long. Landon appeared in the doorway and her face was lit up with a mixture of emotions, all of which made Livy feel even more ashamed of what she had done. Livy shifted uncomfortably as her bottom lip trembled. She could feel little bubbles against her skin as the waste in her padding shifted a little against her skin. She wanted nothing more than to climb to her feet and pull the stinky diaper away from her skin, but she was still basically stuck in the reclined chair. For several long seconds there was silence. Livy looked away from Landon and covered her face in embarrassment. The smell was now filling the small windowless room, and it was quickly becoming unpleasant. She wished Landon would say something, she knew if Dan was there that he would’ve run over to hug her and tell her everything was going to be alright. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed to do… that?” Landon asked. “I… I didn’t know…” Livy replied somewhat pathetically. Landon just looked her way for a little longer. Livy wasn’t sure if Landon shook her head or not, if she did it was so subtle as to barely be noticeable, but it was more likely that Livy’s eyes were playing tricks on her. “Get yourself up.” Landon said, “I need to apologise to Alicia.” Livy felt terrible. Her own predicament was obvious, but she had also caused Landon a massive inconvenience. Landon came to this store often, now the staff would only remember her as the woman who bought the stinky big baby in with her. Landon disappeared back into the main shop as Livy looked around. The chair was still tilted back so getting out of it wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world. She cringed and whined as she started moving, the poop in the diaper clinging to her and moving with her body. It was gross. Half od her wanted Landon to come over and help, the other half wanted her to stay away, as if there was a way for Livy to maintain some dignity. Landon remained in the doorway; she watched Livy without leaving or coming in. In the end, Livy had to basically roll over and then crawl out of the chair. By the time her feet hit the floor she felt as if she’d done a thorough job on her padding, she could only hope the disposable had successfully contained it all. She looked towards the door and saw Landon had exited, no doubt embarrassed by Livy’s embarrassing dismount from the chair. She knew she had to walk through it. There were voices coming from the other side, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. She quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeves before waddling slowly forwards. “I’m sorry.” Landon’s voice became clear when Livy neared the door, “I had no idea…” “It’s fine.” That was Alicia speaking, “Just a bit of a… shock.” “Of course. Here, allow me to pay extra.” Landon said, “For the inconvenience.” “No, seriously, it’s fine. We double-disinfect everything regardless.” Alicia replied, “We’ve had disabled people in here before, and a few children.” Livy didn’t need to hear herself being compared to a child. She couldn’t exactly blame Alicia for suggesting it though, after all, it was how she felt. With the stinky, sticky waste covering the back half of her diaper could she really claim not to be a child? She certainly didn’t feel like an adult no matter how much she wished it to be so. “Did you have anywhere I could deal with the incident?” Landon asked. “She doesn’t clean herself up?” Alicia asked. Her professionalism disappeared briefly, replaced by curiosity. “Usually it’s me or Dan doing that.” Landon replied with a sigh, “It’s a long story.” “Right…” It seemed to take Alicia a moment for Landon’s answer to process in her brain, “Well, I’m afraid we don’t have customer bathrooms. There is a public toilet just down the street that should be able to accommodate your, erm… circumstances.” “OK, thank you.” Landon said. She raised her voice, “Livy! Come on.” Livy was still standing out of sight. She realised belatedly that her hand had moved behind her, assessing the damage done to her diaper as she stood near the door and listened. She didn’t want to step out into the store, not when she knew that they knew what she’d done, but at the same time she knew she couldn’t remain where she was. She needed a change, and it wasn’t going to happen in the room she was currently in. With a slow shuffle that seemed to spread her excrement, Livy slowly appeared in the doorway. She kept her face down and tried not to burst into tears as the brighter lights of the main store lit her up. Landon walked over and took Livy’s hand; it seemed like she was in a hurry to leave the store as well. “I’m sorry…” Livy said again. “It’s OK.” Alicia said. She gave Livy a pained smile, “Enjoy your earrings.” It was easy for Livy to forget she’d had her ears pierced at all. She had to applaud the professionalism of Alicia though. Despite it all, she still brought the focus back to the earrings. Livy felt a small tug on her wrist and followed Landon as the taller woman walked briskly from the store. She remained silent as the fresh air hit them both. “Landon, I…” Livy started. “Follow me.” Landon interrupted. Livy looked around at the crowds and knew she needed to get changed as soon as humanly possible. Landon had let go of her hand, so she hastened to keep up with the woman even though her full diaper forced her into a waddle. At least moving through the crowds of people as quickly as she was meant the smell didn’t get a chance to accumulate, she certainly wasn’t going to look behind her to check if anyone noticed anything strange. Thankfully, the public bathroom that Alicia had directed Landon too wasn’t far away. Landon held the door of the disabled toilet open, and Livy ducked inside, Landon closed and locked the door behind her. Livy thought that Landon would definitely say something now, maybe put an arm around her and pull her into a cuddle. Instead, Landon remained silent. She pointed to the changing table and Livy hopped up, gingerly lowering herself down and pulling her dress up to reveal the underwear underneath. “That was…” Landon started to say as she pulled the spare diaper she had put in her handbag out. She trailed off without finishing. Livy didn’t think she needed to finish. Her face showed exactly what she was thinking. She was embarrassed that Livy had committed such an act of babyhood in such an up-market place. It seemed to Livy as if Landon was deeply regretting this day out. Aside from the embarrassment, she seemed not a little cross. “It wasn’t on purpose.” Livy said quietly as the messy diaper was lowered between her legs. “Wasn’t it?” Landon asked. It seemed to be a genuine question, as if she honestly believed Livy might mess herself in public on purpose. “No!” Livy said a little more forcefully. The tears which had seemed constantly on the verge of spilling came back and only rapid blinking forced them to retreat. Landon said nothing else. Livy stared up at the ceiling as baby wipes cleaned the mess from her skin, as the wrecked diaper was balled up and taped closed, and as a new diaper was taped on to her waist. As the door to the bathroom was unlocked and Landon led the way outside Livy felt terrible about what she had done. She had set off to prove to Landon she wasn’t pathetic, and that she could be just as much of an adult as her more mature partner… and, so far, she had fallen flat on her face. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the second update RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mn7i0lkq900a985 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2409266 Money is a little tight right now. All subscribers are always very appreciated, but new subscribers now would be more appreciated than ever!

Finally allowed to go home, Anna and Ryan have a couple of surprises waiting for them. --- 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 didn’t expect boredom. After everything that had happened, and especially after the spanking that had badly bruised her butt, she had expected things to continue to get worse. By the time she had limped into the nursery the next day she had convinced herself it was going to be a repeat. But it wasn’t. Instead, seemingly nothing happened. The previous boring routine of enforced babyhood returned. It was anticlimactic, after the note from The Rose Resistance, which with no other ways to dispose of it Anna had chewed up and swallowed, it felt like the soldiers on ropes should’ve been swinging in through the windows to liberate them. Instead, it was back to the routine. The lack of action may have proven to be somewhat pleasant if it wasn’t for the dread. Anna spent her days looking over to the entrance constantly, expecting to see Mr. Sawyer swaggering in to take them back to the small side room, or to some place worse. She expected the doors to burst open at any minute with news that the phone had been found and that it was over for her. Every time the door opened, she felt her heart stop, every time it proved to be just another of the guards, she felt relief flood her system and chase the adrenaline away. After four days, Anna was pretty confident that, somehow or other, nobody had checked the attic. It seemed improbable that the phone was missed and yet they were still there. The days were humiliating, but after surviving the spanking and everything that came with it, she felt a strength that had perhaps been waning before. She was more confident than ever that they could get through it. It seemed Ryan was similarly buoyed, though it was obvious that the things that made Anna embarrassed were a lot worse for him. She had felt his body shake in the crib, crying when he thought she was asleep. “Do you think they’re ever going to come back for us?” Ryan asked one morning when they were sat in the reading corner, hidden from view. “Probably.” Anna replied with a sigh, “We’re “valuable”, remember?” “Then what are they waiting for?” Ryan asked. Anna tried not to stare even though she could see that the sides of the diaper sticking out from the onesie were yellowed. Ryan’s first few times using the diaper had been difficult, it seemed to be getting increasingly easy for him. She didn’t want to bring attention to it, so she looked away when Ryan turned to her. “I don’t know.” Anna finally said, “Maybe they’re still searching the house.” Anna was flipping through the thick cardboard pages of a colourful baby book. She had no interest in it, obviously, but she was incredibly bored. It felt like the lack of stimulation was going to get to her before anything else. She was lying on her front, still doing whatever she could to keep pressure off her rear end. Getting sat in the highchair was hell. “They might never come back.” Ryan said. His voice was flat, and he was staring into the middle-distance. There was a lengthy pause before he continued, “Anna, I’m… I’m sorry.” “For what?” Anna asked, looking up at him. “I never knew how hard it was to…” Ryan’s eyes were shimmering, and he looked away. He took a couple of shaky breaths. “It’s OK.” Anna said, “I was used to it.” That didn’t seem to make Ryan feel any better. He made an excuse about needing to go elsewhere and Anna let him have alone time. She thought she understood what he was saying. He was experiencing life on the female side of the fence and was finding it harder than he had even imagined. No doubt he was thinking women he knew and what they went through. Anna didn’t tell him that their stay in the nursery, whilst no picnic, was far from the worst thing possible. Days continued to pass. Anna and Ryan tried to keep each other sane, but it was impossible to not acknowledge that time was passing, and they were still in the daycare. The worries that they were being left there, forgotten about, grew. Two weeks after the spanking, when nothing more had happened, Anna was starting to wonder if Ryan had been correct and they were being left there for good. Anna was starting to lose track of the days passing when she was woken in the crib, in Ryan’s arms, as usual. However, instead of the normal guards, it was Mr. Sawyer who walked in, flanked by the same two goons that had been present at the spanking. Anna automatically got up and turned to face the entrants, backing up to the far corner of the crib whilst Ryan sleepily looked over and got on to his knees. “Good morning, little ones.” Mr. Sawyer said brightly. Anna didn’t know what time it was, but it felt like it was early. They were always left to sleep at a similar time and the fact that she was still tired probably meant it was the early hours of the morning. Despite that, Mr. Sawyer looked and sounded as he always did. It was like he was a machine. “Aww, why the long faces?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he approached the crib. Anna gripped the bars behind her. She could feel her bottom throbbing as if getting ready for more abuse. Ryan had partially moved in front of her, something that the guards seemed to find particularly funny. “Oh, you’re still thinking of all that spanking nonsense…” Mr. Sawyer shook his head and waved a hand dismissively as if it was nothing, “Water under the bridge. We’ve searched high and low and found nothing. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t all some small mistake after all. Oh well, the point is, I have an exciting possibility for you both, a special limited time offer.” Anna and Ryan didn’t say anything. They stayed where they were, muscles tensed and ready to defend themselves if they had to, something that was clear to be a futile effort if it came to it. Mr. Sawyer tilted his head and looked expectantly at the two captives, waiting for them to say something. They remained silent. “Really!?” Mr. Sawyer stepped away from the crib, his voice filled with apparent surprise, “Nothing? You’re not even curious as to what it might be?” Anna and Ryan remained silent. It wasn’t a tactic they had discussed, but a natural response to the threat to their freedom who was currently walking back towards his guards. “I don’t know, boys, I’m starting to think they don’t like me.” Mr. Sawyer said. The two goons laughed, “And to think, I was going to offer them the chance to go home…” “What?” It was Ryan who spoke up. “Never mind.” Mr. Sawyer said with a wide smile. He waved his guards to follow him, “Come on, we can get breakfast on the way back to the office.” “Wait!” It was Anna speaking up this time. She was unable to watch a chance to leave the facility they were in walk out the door. Mr. Sawyer did indeed stop. His hand was on the door handle, but he pulled it away again, turning on his heels to look back at the barred baby bed. He nodded to the two guards who went over and lowered the side of the crib. Anna and Ryan looked at each other briefly but made no move to get out of their cage. “I don’t know…” Mr. Sawyer said as he slowly sauntered forwards, “You rather insulted me just now, the silent treatment, it breaks my heart after all we’ve been through.” The guards’ arms came into the crib and both Anna and Ryan were pulled out of it. They struggled until the were on the floor, forced to kneel in front of Mr. Sawyer whilst he looked down at them, smile as wide as his face. It was clear that taunting the couple was a particular highlight for him. “Do you want to go home?” Mr. Sawyer asked. Ryan muttered a yes whilst Anna belatedly nodded her head. Mr. Sawyer tutted and took a deep breath as if disappointed in the pair of them. The man was so close to her, she was beyond tempted to swing her arm and hit him straight in the balls. The momentary satisfaction would almost be worth what would inevitably follow. “You’ll have to do better than that…” Mr. Sawyer said. “We want to go home.” Ryan said through clenched teeth. “No, I’m not sure I believe you.” Mr. Sawyer replied casually, “I think you must really like it here.” “Let us go home…” Anna muttered, “Please.” “Beg.” Mr. Sawyer said simply. Anna looked up at him. If looks could kill, then her eyes would’ve been firing lasers at that moment. He was smiling down at them smugly, holding all the cards and not afraid to lay his whole hand on the table. She was practically shaking from how angry she was. There was no reason to humiliate them like that, it was purely to stroke the man’s ego. Anna opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she caught Ryan looking at her. He widened his eyes a little and then turned back to face forwards. “Please, Mr. Sawyer. I’m very sorry for my mistake. I’ve learnt my lesson, please let us go home.” Ryan lowered his head down until his forehead was touching the floor right in front of Mr. Sawyer’s shoe. Anna looked at her husband, almost sickened by the subservience. Even if there was a very good reason for it, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Clearly Mr. Sawyer and his guards couldn’t either, they all started laughing as Ryan kept his face to the floor, probably too embarrassed to look up, Anna thought. “You really don’t have any balls at all do you?” Mr. Sawyer practically spat the words at Ryan, “Just no fight at all. You know, I’ve seen those foreign degenerates talking about being born the wrong gender and I used to think it was a load of bullshit… but then I met you.” Anna clenched her fists. She remembered Charlie, the person who had tried to escape the nursery at college with Jane. She had failed in her attempt and the last Anna saw of her she was awaiting her transfer to Finishing School. Anna felt a jolt when she realised that with all the time was passed, the rebellious young Charlie was now probably fully regressed and submissive. It was a thought that made her feel nauseous. “Maybe we should take those from him, boss.” One of the guards said in a gravelly voice, “He clearly doesn’t need them.” It was taking all the willpower Anna possessed to not launch herself at the people humiliating her husband. Fear held her back, and she hated to acknowledge it. She had always thought against subjugating herself to a man, she was her own woman, and she was proud. After everything she had seen from the man towering over her, she felt genuine fear that he would do something if she tried to assert herself. Anna tried not to think of it in terms of becoming who the men of Sallas wanted her to become, instead she tried to frame it in practical terms. She couldn’t do anything if she got herself hurt again. “Alright, Ryan, you are the most pathetic man I’ve ever seen, by some margin.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You can go home.” Ryan lifted his head from the floor and looked at Anna. There were tears on his face, but he looked cautiously optimistic. He stood up and hesitantly made his way past Mr. Sawyer. Anna made to stand up, but Mr. Sawyer put a hand on the top of her head to stop her. “Not you.” Mr. Sawyer said as he pushed Anna down and back to her knees. “Mr. Sawyer, I…” Ryan started. He fell silent when the government man lifted a hand to tell him to be silent. “Beg.” Mr. Sawyer said to Anna. Anna felt the bile rise up in her throat. The thought of begging for anything made her ill, she would’ve sooner gone back into the damn crib. Behind the government man, Ryan was looking around with anxious concern. He knew Anna, therefore he knew that kneeling down for any man was something that antithetical to her very nature. Anna was breathing heavily, she could feel the red mist threatening to descend over her, she knew if it happened that what came next would be bad. Very bad. “If you don’t do what I say.” Mr. Sawyer’s smile was gone as he leaned down in front of Anna, almost daring her to do something, “Ryan will be back here with you, and we will let you both rot.” Anna felt a tear roll down her cheek as she maintained eye contact. If what Mr. Sawyer said was designed to goad her into a response, he was mistaken. Anna would’ve found it impossible to beg for her own life, but begging for Ryan was something that came just a little easier. After every humiliation her husband had suffered, she owed it to Ryan to get him out if she was able. She dropped her gaze to the floor. “Please, Mr. Sawyer.” Anna whispered, “I’m sorry we’ve been bad, and it won’t happen again.” “More.” Mr. Sawyer demanded. “I… I’m…” Anna was trying to think about what to say. In a bid to seem more supplicant she lowered her head down, copying Ryan’s position, “I want to go home. If you let us leave, I promise we’ll be good and do what we’re told…” “Keep going.” Mr. Sawyer said as he lowered his own head to remain close. “I don’t know what you want me to say!” Anna exclaimed. It wasn’t anger in the words; it was desperation. She had swallowed her pride and agreed to do as she was told, but it wasn’t enough. “I want you to know that you have NO power here. None!” Mr. Sawyer’s voice barked so loudly that Anna jumped, “The fact you’ve got this far without that fact entering your tiny female mind is pure luck. I will not allow you to continue with the charade that you are in ANY WAY equal to me!” Anna didn’t have to act as more tears tolled down her face, dripping to the floor beneath her. She took a couple of deep breaths as she tried to steady herself. She had been shouted at before, she had been insulted and told she was less than others for most of her life, but she had rarely felt so vulnerable. She lifted her hands to wipe her face and found them shaking so much that they were almost useless. “Now you have one more chance to convince me that you understand how things are, how they’ve been and how they ALWAYS will be.” Mr. Sawyer said with menace, “You girls are nothing without men. The food you eat, the house you live in, the very air you breath… It only happens because I allow it!” Anna shook. Mr. Sawyer stood up. “Now BEG!” Mr. Sawyer demanded loudly. “Please, Sir!” Anna cried out desperately, “I’m nothing without you and all the other men who look after me! I’m so grateful and I just want to go home so I can be a good wife and citizen! I want to help in any way I can!” Anna, all reason fallen away in her desperate fear, crawled forwards a few inches and started to kiss Mr. Sawyer’s shoes. At that moment she would’ve done anything to be allowed to leave. She could hear the men laughing as she continued until the government man pulled his foot away. “Now that’s more like it.” Mr. Sawyer said, “Was it so hard? You’ve got it good here. A nice house, free food, a lovely neighbourhood… You’ve been very ungrateful to us.” Anna lifted her tear-streaked face and nodded. Mr. Sawyer regarded her for a second, it seemed like he was trying to ascertain whether Anna had finally been broken. She wasn’t sure herself. She felt as if she had been rocked by what had happened at the facility, the daily humiliations seeming to weaken her walls. She knew that before going there that she would never have broken down the way she just had. It made her even more worried. If this is what a daycare did to her, what would an actual Finishing School do? She was doubting she was even remotely as strong as she thought. “Alright, get them changed, cleaned and load them up.” Mr. Sawyer said to the guards as he turned away, “This one smells like she needs a change first.” Anna wasn’t immediately sure what Mr. Sawyer meant. She was hauled to her feet, and as it happened, she felt the mess in the back of her diaper. She had no idea when it had happened. --- Anna held on to Ryan’s hand as the large black car made its way through the streets. It was a tight squeeze on that back seat with the two guards sitting on either side of the couple. Mr. Sawyer was up front next to a driver who was taking them away from the daycare and, presumably, back towards there home. Ryan squeezed Anna’s hand a couple of times, trying to get her attention. Anna didn’t look at him, she couldn’t. She felt utter disgust with herself. Her entire sense of identity was built on a foundation of her personal strength, now she had felt them wobble. More than wobble, they had cracked and half-collapsed with the rest of her balancing on the wreckage precariously. She had begged to be allowed to go home. She could argue she did it for Ryan, that she did it for The Rose Resistance, or for whatever other reason; but the real reason she got down on her knees and kissed the shoe of her oppressor was fear. Anna was scared. She had always thought she could resist the masculinity that pervaded Sallas, that nothing men could do would ever break her. When the threat of Finishing School became real, she had buckled, when she had been spanked so hard she had briefly disassociated, when she had seen Ryan breaking, it all scared her to the point that she would’ve done anything to go home. Which was where Anna was now heading. Her home, the well-appointed and fully furnished house in a gated community. A neighbourhood she wasn’t allowed to leave without an escort, a house that felt more oppressive than any prison cell. “We do have one thing to take care of before dropping you off.” Mr. Sawyer said. “What?” Ryan asked warily. “Well, it’s such a nice day…” Mr. Sawyer turned in the front seat to look back at the diapered couple, “We thought we could film a few more commercials before turning you loose.” Anna could feel that Ryan had gone very tense. They didn’t get long to dwell on it though, the car turned and stopped in front of a gate. Some IDs were checked and then the car was waved through. It felt strangely unreal to Anna, to look out the window at the place she had been living, it hadn’t changed, and Anna wasn’t exactly sure why that was a surprise to her. It did bring to her mind one topic that had never left, but which she’d had little recourse to ask about. “Erm, sir?” Anna asked. The deferential words tasting like acid in her mouth. “Yes?” Mr. Sawyer turned his seat with a smirk. “Can I ask… what happened to Jane while we’ve been away?” Anna asked. She felt a surge in worry for her friend that until very recently had been hidden under layers of concern for herself and her husband. “You want to know if we sent her back to Finishing School?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He seemed to be enjoying keeping Anna in suspense. Anna nodded. She couldn’t open her mouth; she was too afraid it would lead to her bursting into tears. “You don’t need to worry about Jane.” Mr. Sawyer finally said as he turned to face forwards again, “That simple minded girl has been looked after.” As Mr. Sawyer chuckled, Anna felt at once relieved and crushed. On the one hand the fact that Jane hadn’t been taken away was very good, they probably considered her as not even capable of taking part in a seditious scheme. On the other hand, it meant that she was gone. Jane would be without any chance of getting the shots she needed to recover from her time in Finishing School, and God only knew what was happening to her with her “foster family.” Anna sat back in her seat. A flood of mixed emotions flowed through her. She saw Ryan looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She gave him a small smile, and he squeezed her hand in solidarity. The car rolled slowly down the main street with houses on either side. Anna leaned forwards to look out the window and saw the familiar buildings, they didn’t offer any relief, not even when her house came into view. It didn’t feel like a home anymore. Their destination, it turned out, was the play park towards the back of the fenced in community. It was busy, Anna could see a lot of children there, as well as women like her, expected to play and “have fun” as if they were still children themselves. The rear doors opened, and the guards slipped out. Anna and Ryan exited the car and, for the first time since they had been taken to the daycare, they stepped out into the sun. Anna could immediately feel eyes on her. Mr. Sawyer had taken pains to describe how successful their marketing had been, that it was the only thing that kept them out of Finishing School, they were too valuable to Sallas. Now it seemed like everyone was looking their way. Anna didn’t see too much excitement or happiness though, she got the impression everyone was wary about them, the dissidents being watched by the government, it wouldn’t do to appear to be close to them in any way. “Alright, it’s an easy one.” Mr. Sawyer said. Over his shoulder various people with different cameras were setting up their equipment, “We just need you to play, we’re getting some b-roll mainly.” “Erm, sir…” Ryan said. Anna noticed her husband looked particularly embarrassed and then realised he was still in a diaper. He’d had his regular clothes given back to him but he no doubt thought the diaper was obvious, “Can I get my regular underwear back?” “Once you get home.” Mr. Sawyer said with his wolfish smile. He stepped closer to Ryan and lowered his voice, “What’s the matter, boy? Need a change already?” Ryan lowered his head submissively and shook his head. Anna almost subconsciously followed suit. A sign of submission towards the man who had the power to destroy her life with a single word. She didn’t like how easy it was to fall into that mindset of compliance. It was like a drug, giving in to it was so easy compared to fighting. “Maybe we should keep you in diapers.” Mr. Sawyer continued to Ryan, “We’ve got a lot of interesting footage from the daycare after all…” Anna lifted her head just enough to see her husband’s face go white despite the heat of the day. He looked away from her. “You can change out of your diaper when we are done here.” Mr. Sawyer said as he stepped back, “Now, sit on that bench. Anna, go and play.” Ryan walked forwards. She didn’t know if anyone else could tell that her husband was diapered, but it seemed pretty obvious to her. The way his but stuck out in such a round way could only mean one thing. The gate was opened, and Ryan led the way inside. He sat at one of the picnic tables, it must’ve been jarring going from being treated like a baby for so long to having to assume the caregiver role again, whilst Anna stood nearby and looked around. “What did he mean?” Anna asked Ryan, “About the “interesting footage…”” “Probably the enema and stuff.” Ryan replied without looking at her. He wasn’t a good liar. “Ryan…” Anna started. “We can talk about it later.” Ryan hissed quietly. Nearby, various crew members were setting up, and Anna could see them smirking. She nodded her head and walked away from Ryan, heading towards the sandpit that was occupied by two kids and a baby. She had been put into a short dress, the material was thin, and the bottom didn’t cover her padding completely, even when she was stood still. Lacking any other direction from Mr. Sawyer or anyone else, Anna sat down in the corner of the sand box and grabbed a nearby bucket and spade to start digging. She could hear the photographs being taken and see the film crews getting lots of footage. She would occasionally get a command to smile at the camera or wave, things she did without hesitation, the fear of being taken away or punished still filling her mind. They were there for hours. The worst part, for Anna, was when Ryan was required to “help” her. Pictures of her on the screen with Ryan pushing her, holding her hand as she moved through a climbing frame, and basically acting like any good dad would. When she was shown some of the shots they had taken, she felt sick. These images wouldn’t need much manipulation to make her look happy, they’d told her to smile, and she had done just that. “Excellent, excellent…” Mr. Sawyer concluded when he looked at a selection of footage, “Well, it seems a little stay in a facility at the government’s expense has done you both the world of good. I dare say this has been your best work yet.” Anna felt a traitorous little glow of pride in doing a good job. She immediately doused it with the cold reality in which she lived. It was difficult not to feel happy about returning home though, it was so nearby, and she was anxious to get inside. She waited for Mr. Sawyer to give the word, but he wasn’t doing it. He was looking at the footage and then around at the neighbourhood. Finally, his eyes settled on Anna and Ryan. “You know, you’ve done such a good job, I wonder if I shouldn’t just have you locked back up.” Mr. Sawyer idly mused, “It seems to make you much more polite and docile.” Anna thought she was going to throw up. The idea of going back to that daycare, or any place like it, made bile surge up into her oesophagus. Her mouth opened and closed silently. She didn’t know what to do or say. “Mr. Sawyer, I think I can promise that if you allow us to return home.” Ryan stepped forwards to say, “That we will continue being good. I think that time in the daycare really altered our thinking.” “Hmm.” Mr. Sawyer sounded bored, “I don’t know.” Anna was starting to be overwhelmed with panic. She couldn’t go back to that daycare, only being allowed to leave when the government needed to parade her around or something equally humiliating. It might not have been Finishing School, but it was close enough for her to know she would do anything to avoid it. Whatever scraps of dignity remained were thrown aside. Nothing was more important than being allowed to go home. Anna threw herself to the ground at Mr. Sawyer’s feet. She crawled forwards towards him, not caring that it was giving the rest of the world a view of her diaper, by now clearly wet. She started kissing Mr. Sawyer’s feet, repeating what had worked at the daycare. “Please, Mr. Sawyer. I’ll… I’ll be a good girl if I can go home now.” Anna even raised her voice to sound more like a little girl, “I’ll never be naughty again.” Anna could hear the other people in Mr. Sawyer’s entourage laughing. She kept kissing the shoe until she heard Mr. Sawyer’s voice join the laughter. Anna was pretty sure the other people at the playground were laughing too. It didn’t matter. “I just want to go home, Mr. Sawyer.” Anna said before returning to kissing the shoe that had been stepping on her since it had first walked into her crappy old apartment. “She is well trained.” Mr. Sawyer said. He raised his voice to address the nearby onlookers, “Another successful product of the Sallas system.” There was some applause and cheering. Anna felt tears running down her face, but she didn’t dare get up from her submissive kneeling position. Eventually she saw Mr. Sawyer crouching in front of her, a hand cupping her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. He maintained eye contact for a few seconds, perhaps judging if this was some sort of act. He eventually nodded his head. “You can go home. We’ve just finished making a few alterations whilst you’ve been hard at work for us, I’m sure you’ll understand.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But you are walking a tightrope. One little slip and it’s all over for you, understood?” Anna nodded her head. Blinking tears out of her eyes, Anna watched Mr. Sawyer get up and start packing away equipment. She felt sick, truly physically nauseous, she wanted to throw up and she knew that once she started, she probably wasn’t going to stop until there was nothing left to come up. “What are you waiting for?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he looked over at Anna. Anna got to her feet and ran. She didn’t care that she could feel the plastic of her diaper rubbing her thighs raw, she didn’t care that she was loudly crying, she needed to get back to her home as soon as humanly possible. She heard footsteps behind her and worried for a moment that guards were chasing her down, instead it was Ryan. “Anna…” Ryan said. Anna didn’t hear anything else. Her stomach was lurching, and her sobs came out as wet gasps that seemed to tear the air out of her lungs. When they reached the front door Anna banged against it, expecting it to be closed and locked. It wasn’t. The door swung open, and Anna stumbled inside and fell to her hands and knees. Visions of everything that had happened were running through her head like a film she couldn’t pause. What was done to Ryan, the spanking, her grovelling, the feeling of hopelessness as she was trapped in a facility, the kissing of Mr. Sawyer’s shoes… Anna crawled forwards, not cognizant of anything but the traumas playing through her mind. If Ryan was saying anything, she couldn’t hear it as her stomach roiled and threatened to spill over. She crawled to the downstairs toilet; a room she’d had precious little reason to enter previously. She barely reached the bowl before she started vomiting. The contents of her stomach like a physical manifestation of her trouble and turmoil as she heaved. “Oh God…” Ryan said softly as he walked in. He knelt down and helped to hold Anna’s hair out of the way, “It’s OK. Let it out.” Anna couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. As she predicted out at the playground, once she started there was going to be no stopping until there was simply nothing left. The muscles around her stomach ached as she dry-heaved. It took several minutes before she knew she was done and she dropped to the side of the toilet and cried. Ryan flushed the toilet and then sat next to Anna, cradling her head in his lap and whispering platitudes. He couldn’t possibly understand what Anna was going through, why she had reacted the way she had. He wouldn’t know how much damage the daycare had done to her feelings of self-worth. The woman who would never give in to any man, reduced to the girl kissing her oppressor’s feet. They stayed there for some minutes. As Anna’s tears calmed down, they heard a noise outside the small bathroom. Anna stared at the door with Ryan’s hand frozen on her head. There were unsteady footsteps, as if a drunk person was stumbling down the hallway. 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Livy learns that Landon has a plan for the two of them. They head to an upmarket cafe where things don't get off to the best start... --- 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 back at the front door and wished she was back on the other side of it. She pictured herself curled up with Dan on the couch watching television and feeling cosy. Her head in his lap as he stroked her side. Instead, she was outside the house with Landon. It was like being one on one with a teacher. Livy was trying to be on her best behaviour but constantly scared of doing something wrong. She couldn’t imagine being curled up on Landon’s lap in any situation. Landon was at the driver’s seat door of the car, unlocking it and looking back at Livy who had been dragging her feet. When she reached the car Livy automatically went towards the rear doors. “No, sweetie.” Landon said with a patient smile, “You can sit up front today.” Livy nodded and smiled but internally was already kicking herself. She was trying to prove she could be a big girl and yet she was already acting like a baby. When the four people in the polycule went somewhere it was always Livy and Robyn in the back. It had become a natural place to sit. Livy walked around the car and opened the front passenger seat. “I think you’ll love this.” Landon said, “I’m going to show you some of my favourite places. We’ll start with the lovely little café near work, I’ve been going there for years… Seatbelt.” Livy had been listening to Landon and trying not to immediately collapse from nerves when she realised she had, indeed, not done up her seatbelt. She fumbled once as she pulled it across her body and clicked it into place. She tried not to overreact, but she was sure Landon was noticing these little errors, and each one was pushing her further away from being taken seriously. Landon reversed the car out of the driveway and then started along the road towards town. Livy played with her hands as she looked out of the window at the passing scenery, she felt like she should say something, but nothing was coming to her. The urge to just shrink down as small as possible and not be noticed was at the forefront of her mind. “It’ll be nice to have a day out, just the two of us.” Landon said cheerfully, “Don’t you think?” “Yes.” Livy replied quickly. Immediately she started interrogating herself. Had she replied too fast? Was it not fast enough? Did she sound a little too robotic in her response? Should she say more? Landon let out a little chuckle. Livy hoped that meant she was off the hook from seeing anything else. As they headed into town, the car passed people going about their days. Livy couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing and what their lives looked like. The only thing she was certain of was that, for better or worse, they were probably nothing like her own. “It’s not far.” Landon said a minute later, “I’ll park at work, and we can walk from there.” “Work?” Livy said with a frown. “Come on, sweetie. I know you weren’t there for long, but it wasn’t THAT long ago you were coming to work.” Landon said. “It isn’t that…” Livy’s voice trailed off. She wasn’t really sure what she was feeling, or why she was feeling it. There was a mixture of dread and anxiety, the idea of returning to a place that was so stressful freaked her out. It was where she had met Landon, where she had started to show that she couldn’t be an adult like everyone else. She remembered the stress piling on top of her until she could barely function. She ran away. “You’ll be fine.” Landon said as she turned the car around a corner. It wasn’t exactly the comforting tone Dan would’ve used. Livy knew that, physically, Landon could definitely protect her, but emotionally she was feeling very vulnerable. She was trying to be brave, trying to project a confidence she didn’t feel, and hoped Landon couldn’t see through the mask. The car pulled into the multi-story car park that adjoined the building the old office had been at. A perk of working there was that employees could use the parking space any time they wanted as long as they had their ID with them. Landon flashed her card to a camera which must’ve scanned a code or something as the barrier in front of the car went up. Landon turned into a space on the first floor. “Right…” Landon said as she stepped out. Her voice echoed around the almost completely empty space, “I’ve got my purse, my keys, your diaper bag…” Livy felt her breath catch in her chest. She quickly looked around to make sure there was no one else around. Thankfully, she didn’t see anyone. The only other cars were at the other end of the car park and appeared to be empty. “You don’t need to bring that bag.” Livy said in little more than a whisper, “I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” Landon cocked an eyebrow, “No offence, Livy, but your past record doesn’t fill me with confidence.” Livy blushed a deep crimson. It seemed somehow unfair to bring up past “incidents.” Sure, Livy had filled her diaper in almost as many locations as she had visited over the last few months, but that seemed wrong to bring up. She hadn’t been trying super hard to be Big back then, and now she was! “I’ll tell you what…” Landon said as she placed the diaper bag on the backseat of the car, “I’ll bring a change with me in my purse. Just in case.” Livy had little option but to accept. It was better than having an over the shoulder bag with “Livy” printed on it being carried around with them. She watched as a crisp, folded up disposable diaper was moved from the bigger bag to Landon’s purse. It only just fit, especially when a half-used pack of wipes was added. “Right, let’s go.” Landon said as she zipped the bag up. Landon started striding off towards the exit. She clearly expected Livy to follow as she didn’t look back. Thanks to their height difference, Livy had to walk much quicker than Landon, she could feel her thighs rubbing on the diaper which she could proudly say was still dry. She almost wanted to announce that fact to Landon. She chastised herself. What was she expecting from Landon? Praise? A reward? Livy wished she hadn’t thought about her diaper at all. As soon as she felt proud that she had kept it dry it felt like her bladder remembered what it was supposed to do. She clenched as she hurried to match Landon’s pace down the busy street, dodging people going the other way and constantly feeling like a child about to lose their mother. She felt a very childish need to reach out and take Landon’s hand. It was an urge that she ignored. “It’s just over here.” Landon said over her shoulder, “You’re going to love it.” Livy was barely listening. Her heart was hammering and if she thought her anxiety in the car was bad, it was nothing compared to what she felt on the street. There were so many people and so much noise. She felt overwhelmed by it all, like her brain had reached its maximum computing power and just couldn’t take in any more stimuli. The world seemed to slow down, Livy felt like she was seeing people moving in jerky movements and she looked around, feeling her pulse quickening. She lost Landon. One second the tall woman was walking in front of her, the next, she had squeezed between two people and when Livy got through, she was gone. Livy looked around desperately. Her knees started to shake like they were about to give way. She came to a halt and looked around at all the faces, their smiles seeming to distort into something much scarier. She felt like eyes were being drawn towards her and she was shrinking under their glares. She let out a whimper and lost control of her bladder completely. Wetting her diaper in a way that provided at least a little physical comfort, the warmth spreading in a most familiar way. Livy closed her eyes. She wanted to run away. She wanted to hide. She wanted to curl up into a ball and be ignored by everyone. Where was Dan to pick her up and tell her it was going to be OK? She shouldn’t have been there. This street full of big businesses and fancy shops was not a place for an overgrown, pathetic baby. She had to get out of there before everyone realised what she was. “Livy!” Landon’s voice suddenly broke through the general commotion of the street, “Over here!” Livy looked around and saw Landon standing at the entrance of a rather quaint looking café. It seemed almost out of place in amongst all the bigger buildings around it but that was probably supposed to be part of its charm. Livy was in no position to notice the aesthetics of the situation. She pushed past a couple of people and earned a few reproachful looks as she practically ran over to Landon, just grateful to not be lost. “Are you alright?” Landon asked. She looked concerned. Livy nodded her head and blinked back the tears that had been on the verge of falling. She didn’t say anything because she was pretty sure that keeping her mouth clamped tightly closed was the only thing keeping back the crying that would surely follow. It felt like it was choking her. Sitting in her throat like a large lump that she couldn’t swallow. “Come on in.” Landon said as she moved out of the way. Livy’s anxiety, which had been ratcheted up to breaking point, dropped down to a level she felt she could manage as she walked into the small café. The door closed and did a very effective job of blocking a lot of the sound from the street outside. The café was as posh as Livy suspected it would be. It was far from a cheap place that offered the unhealthiest breakfasts imaginable for a few dollars. This looked more like what she saw when she saw films set in Paris or Rome. The tables and chairs were immaculately clean, with an interesting design. The legs of the chairs seemed to twist as they went up and the backs of the seats had an intricate pattern. There were a few other patrons. One older woman was sitting alone in the corner reading a book with a cup of coffee. Another table hosted two men who were both leaning forwards and smiling, having a quiet but apparently very interesting conversation. Livy was still stood just inside the doorway, and she felt Landon’s large hand take her own as she was led into the seating area. Landon indicated a table and Livy sat down, immediately feeling the freshly warmed padding pressing against her backside in a pleasingly distracting way. Livy admonished herself. She was supposed to be showing Landon that she could be an adult. The near panic attack from moments ago notwithstanding, she really shouldn’t feel the way she did about the wetness clinging between her legs. She tried to distract herself with the menu, which was surprisingly basic, it seemed that the place was much more for stopping and having a quick drink than anything else. She certainly wasn’t going to get a full English breakfast. “Landon! We don’t usually see you at the weekend.” A man walked over. He was dressed formally and looked very suave. His hair was slicked back and had just a tinge of grey along the edges which only seemed to enhance his looks, “Working overtime?” “Hello Mitch.” Landon replied. She stood out of her seat and gave the man a peck on each cheek. Livy watched with nervous eyes. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do in the situation. Should she stand up again too? Would the man expect kisses from her? She remained frozen in her seat and, thankfully, Mitch didn’t seem to expect anything. Livy cursed her brain for instantly overanalysing the situation. Then she cursed herself again as she realised that she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she had missed the man talking to her. Both Landon and Mitch were looking at her and waiting. “Erm… Sorry?” Livy said. “This is Livy.” Landon said to Mitch, “She’s my partner.” “Partner?” Mitch turned to Landon, “My apologies, I thought you were with the man you bring here for lunch sometimes?” “Dan?” Landon laughed, “I am. It’s complicated, I’ll explain another time. For now, could I get a caramel macchiato and…” Landon and Mitch, who must’ve been a waiter of some sort, turned to face Livy. Livy looked down at the menu in her hands and tried to look for something basic, that she knew she would be able to pronounce properly. She was so far out of her comfort zone. What sort of café had a waiter anyway!? “Miss?” Mitch said to try and prompt Livy. “Oh, I’ll have a… Erm…” The longer Livy took, the more she could feel the eyes on her. They seemed to bore into her head, probing to find the terrible secret that Livy didn’t belong there. She felt like it would just take a few seconds for Mitch to know, and he would laugh, Landon would see how useless she truly was. She felt a ringing in her ears and became aware that she was gripping the menu so tightly that her fingers were turning white. “She’ll have the same as me.” Landon said to Mitch. Livy ducked her head down but held up the menu for Mitch to take it. She felt stupid. How did a simple choice from a menu get her so flustered? How could she prove to Landon that she could be an adult when even that decision had paralysed her. She wanted to apologise to her. “This is a lovely place, don’t you think?” Landon asked before Livy could say anything. “Yeah.” Livy replied. She tried to push her insecurities to the increasingly cluttered box at the back of her head, “Do you come here often?” “A few times a week.” Landon replied, “Usually for lunch with Dan.” Livy nodded a little. She was feeling very out of place still. She remained very aware of every part of her body, not knowing where to look or what to do with her hands. In comparison, Landon was sat back in her chair, one leg lifted over the other and looking completely at ease. Livy got the feeling she was supposed to say something to continue the conversation, but she had no idea what. “I, erm… Dan’s great.” Livy finally said after several tortuous seconds. Landon laughed and Livy looked down at the table. She tried to laugh along with the other woman, as if what she had said was a joke or something. Unfortunately, it was the best thing her frazzled brain could come up with. “He is.” Landon continued to smile, “I knew as much when I first met him.” Livy found herself filled with questions she had never dared to ask before. She wondered when exactly Landon started developing feelings for her husband, but asking such a question was far too confrontational. It didn’t much matter regardless, not now that they were all in a relationship together. Maybe Livy was just worried about the answer and what it would mean. She tried to think of something else to say instead, but what did she have in common with Landon? “How is work?” Livy asked. “Oh, you know. The same as ever.” Landon replied. Livy’s time working there had been little more than a constant source of anxiety. She seemed to spend more time trying to hide than actually doing any work. If she was honest, remembering that place was one of the last things she wanted to do. “Your drinks, ladies.” Mitch had returned. On the tray he placed on the table were two small cups of coffee, “Can I get you anything else?” “No, thank you.” Landon replied. Mitch bowed his head and then walked away with the tray. Livy looked down at the steaming hot drink with some trepidation. If she was honest, she didn’t particularly like the taste of coffee. She really should’ve found something before Landon ordered for her. A little voice in Livy’s head asked what exactly she would’ve ordered. An orange juice? Some milk? Yeah, maybe you’d like it in a nice baba as well. “Everything alright?” Landon asked, “You’re staring at your coffee as if it might be poisoned.” “I’m OK.” Livy replied quickly. Livy hurriedly picked up the cup. Landon was holding her drink and swirling it around slightly. She didn’t want to act unnaturally so she had to drink it, even if she didn’t like it. She raised it up to her lips and breathed in the strong smell of caffeine and cocoa beans. “Livy! Wait!” Landon reached out across the table, but it was already too late. Livy had tipped the cup and opened her mouth. She had been dreading the taste though, fortunately, she didn’t have anything to worry about on that front. Unfortunately, that was because the scalding hot liquid immediately felt like it was burning her lips and tongue. In an automatic reaction, Livy spat out the coffee on to the table in front of her and dropped the cup on to the floor where it shattered and splashed hot drink all over the immediate area. She put her hand up to her mouth where she could feel her lips complaining. She was lucky that it seemed she hadn’t done any damage. The burning sensation passing as soon as the liquid left her mouth. “Livy!” Landon had pushed her chair back as the coffee was spat out on to the table. She stood up and came around the table, “Are you OK?” “Oh God.” Livy moaned when she saw the mess she had made, “I’m sorry!” Landon looked like she was about to say something, but before she could, Mitch and some other employees descended on the scene. Livy felt like she was suddenly in a whirlwind. She was asked politely to move out of the way by one person with a cloth whilst a second repeatedly asked if she was alright and if she needed help. Landon had stood back whilst this was happening. Livy looked over to the woman and saw her looking at the stain on the carpet with a frown and pursed lips. “I’m OK, really.” Livy kept saying, “I’m sorry.” Livy’s face was a deep red and it wasn’t just because of the heat of the coffee. When she repeatedly said “I’m sorry” her words were aimed at Landon as much as anyone else. She felt like she had just embarrassed her right in front of the employees she clearly knew. Livy had been introduced as Landon’s partner and now Landon probably deeply regretted saying it. “Come on.” Landon said as the hubbub died down a few minutes later, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” As Landon took her hand, Livy belatedly realised she had spilled some of her drink down the front of her clothes. She reacted too slowly and was pulled a little towards the bathrooms. Livy felt that lump in her throat return, the one that told her she was about to burst into tears like a baby. She kept her mouth firmly shut to try and stop the sobs that she knew were right below the surface. Meanwhile, Landon got a handful of tissues and started cleaning Livy as best she could. “So much for proving you could be treated as an adult sometimes.” Livy thought to herself darkly. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the second update RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mmwqeqqid7a7fd4 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2400377 Money is a little tight right now. All subscribers are always very appreciated, but new subscribers now would be more appreciated than ever!

Fresh from her "interrogation", Anna is in the infirmary. She finds a sympathetic doctor who has a surprise for her. --- 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 --- What happened next was a bit of a blur for Anna. She exclaimed in pain as the guard lifted her up and cradled her in front of him. She was carried through the main room of the nursery where she heard whispers from the other women, it hadn’t really occurred to her that they very likely heard the screams through the small door. Anna didn’t see Ryan though, and she was taken through the doors back towards the room with their crib. Before reaching Anna and Ryan’s “cell”, the guard turned through a separate door. He grunted a greeting to some other men that apparently worked there. Anna could feel that she was being stared at even as she kept her eyes closed. The guard kicked open one half of some doble doors and then sidled inside, making sure Anna’s head didn’t hit anything. “Got one for you, doc.” The guard said. “Hmm, oh, put her over there.” The doctor replied. The guard placed Anna face up in the bed which caused her to scream until she was able to roll over on to her front. The guard left and Anna felt like she was actually getting a little respite. She drifted in and out of consciousness for some time. Her exhaustion would have her fall asleep until she was awoken by the doctor doing something that caused her fresh pain. “I don’t know what you did, girl, but you certainly pissed someone off.” The doctor said as he rubbed ointment on Anna’s bruised and bleeding ass. The infirmary was rather rudimentary. There were only three beds, and she was the only occupant. She noticed, when she looked over the doctor’s desk, that he was playing solitaire on his computer. It didn’t suggest that he was particularly busy. For a while the doctor was content for there to be little more than a pee pad underneath Anna. She didn’t like it; it made her feel like an animal. She liked it even less when the doctor came back with a diaper. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but clearly, she wasn’t healed as the padding felt like needles against her skin. The fact that she only grimaced and teared up rather than full on screamed suggested progress. “I think you’re about ready to return to gen pop.” The doctor said after a diaper change in which he studied Anna’s butt. He checked his watch and pursed his lips, “You won’t be comfortable for some time but there’s little more I can do.” “How long have I been here?” Anna asked. After drifting in and out of sleep so many times she had no idea if it had been hours or days. “A day.” The doctor replied as he lowered the railings on one side of the bed and helped Anna out. A move that Anna was surprised by, and the shock must’ve shown on her face. “Not all of us are as heavy-handed as the person who did that to you.” The doctor said. It would’ve been overstating things to suggest that he was being sympathetic to Anna. It was more like he believed girls to be delicate little things that needed guidance rather than punishment. Anna had met men like him before. They were a little more bearable to be around as they tended to be less overbearing, but that didn’t mean they were any sort of ally to her. Especially not doctors like this one, employed by the state and existing to keep women like her in line. “I’ll walk you back to your crib.” The doctor said, “The daycare is closing soon, and your husband will be joining you shortly.” Anna could only walk with her arm around the doctor’s shoulders. Every movement caused fresh pain. The soft cotton of the diaper felt more like sandpaper to her barely recovered ass. It took several minutes to make the short journey down the corridor to the cell. It gave her time to see more of where she was. The corridor was smaller than she thought. Aside from the door to the infirmary and the door to the main hallway, there were only a couple of other rooms. One seemed to be for admin, judging by the window in the wall, and the other a staff room. As Anna limped past this second door, she heard some comments followed by laughter. It was hard to know if they were directed at her. Anna was taken back to her crib and helped in by the doctor. The side was raised and he stood back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Anna winced as she sat down, then gave up trying to comfortable and laid on her side instead. “You know, you’re different to how I expected.” The doctor said. “Huh?” Anna frowned. The doctor smiled and looked around the room. He raised his arms and as if to indicate something that Anna couldn’t see. “The cameras and microphones are turned off.” The doctor said simply, “Only for a few minutes, it was the best I could do, and it took longer to get you back here than I expected.” “I don’t understand…” Anna shook her head. “Take this…” The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. Despite saying the cameras were off he still looked around conspiratorially before reaching through the bars. He pulled the waistband of Anna’s diaper away from her body and slipped the paper inside, “Hide it. Read it under the covers and show Ryan if you wish, afterwards you need to get rid of it.” “But…” Anna didn’t understand what was happening. “It’s from a mutual friend.” The doctor said, “Well, a friend of yours, and my bank account at least.” Anna just stared at the doctor. She was hugely confused, and it was like her brain had short-circuited. The doctor let out a little chuckle and then checked his watch, his face quickly went back to normal. “We only have about thirty seconds.” The doctor said, “If that note gets found, it didn’t come from me. Hopefully you won’t see me again.” The doctor turned and swiftly exited the room. Anna stared after him at the door, wondering if what she saw had really happened. She looked up at the corner of the room where a camera was sitting and facing the crib, after a few seconds she saw a very small red light come on. That seemed to give credence to what the doctor said about the cameras being off. Anna tried to think logically. Was it possible the doctor was on her side? She hadn’t met any men that were sympathetic to her plight before, with the exception of Ryan. She knew there were other ones out there though. It was possible he was only sympathetic insofar as he was being paid. The problem was that there were other, less optimistic, possibilities. It might’ve been a trap. They knew that Ryan had been operating under orders from someone else, perhaps she was being goaded into somehow giving away the information that she and Ryan had guarded. She could feel the piece of paper in her diaper, pressing against her skin, it was extremely tempting to read it but she needed to be careful. It was fortunate that Anna waited as the doors banged open a minute later and Ryan was led in. He perked up as soon as he saw Anna, but he didn’t say anything. The smile said more than anything else could’ve. “Looks like your girl’s back.” The guard who had previously given Ryan an enema said, “Not surprised you’re lying down. I saw the pictures. Won’t be sitting for a month, I suspect.” Anna tried not to let it show that she was only now learning there were photos of the aftermath of her spanking. The side of the crib came down and Ryan was given a shove as he climbed in. He went straight to Anna and put an arm over her, smiling down with love. Anna sighed. Despite everything, it was good to be reunited with her husband. “See you later, ladies.” The guard said as the side of the drib rattled back into place. Anna turned her head and watched the guards leave. The door closed and she let out a sigh, briefly rolling on to her back until she felt the pain in her ass and moved back to her side. Ryan laid next to her and hugged her so gently she almost didn’t feel him. “Are you alright?” Ryan asked rather urgently, “I’ve been so worried, and they wouldn’t tell me anything.” “I’m OK. Just going to be sore for a while.” Anna replied. It was clear that just seeing Anna feeling stronger and speaking with more force was doing a lot to help Ryan’s anxieties. It seemed like some tension left his body and he relaxed into the hug a little more. Anna wriggled up closer to him, enjoying his warmth and comfort after her traumatic couple of days. “I wanted to help, I really did!” Ryan said urgently, “But I couldn’t. I wanted to tell them everything, I wanted to take your place, I…” “Shh…” Anna whispered quietly, “It’s OK. You did everything you could.” “I feel so pathetic.” Ryan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “I can’t even protect you. They’re right! I’m supposed to be a man and yet… look at me!” Ryan pulled away from the hug and backed away. He looked disgusted at himself, as if he didn’t deserve to even be touching Anna. She hadn’t seen him like that since he had first broken down and revealed he wasn’t the asshole she feared he was. Ryan was having a really tough time with the psychological aspects of their detention. She understood why. This was something she was more than used to, Ryan was suddenly getting thrown in at the deep end of what everyday life was like for millions of women in Sallas. “Come back here.” Anna said as she opened her arms. Ryan shook his head, but when Anna kept her arms out, he eventually slid back between them. She could feel him shaking a little as if trying to stop himself from crying. It was understandable. Ryan had been brought up in a hyper-masculine environment where he was expected to be the alpha male in every situation and his mom, the closest woman to him, had been turned into little more than a toy for his father. Even though he fully supported Anna, there was still a shame that came with not being masculine. It was a feeling that was being magnified by the place they found themselves trapped. “Pull the covers up.” Anna said after a few minutes when it seemed that Ryan had gotten a hold of himself. “Why?” Ryan asked. “Because I want some private time with my husband.” Anna spoke up for the benefit of any microphone in the room. It seemed like a perfectly acceptable thing for her to do. Ryan reached down to one of the blankets and pulled it up until it covered both their shoulders. Anna grabbed the edge and pulled it up even further so that their feet came out the other end, but their heads were hidden. “Anna, I don’t…” Ryan started. Anna put a hand to her lips in the semi-darkness underneath the thin blanket. She reached down under her diaper with Ryan watching and frowning, no doubt he thought this was the last place Anna would want to do anything quite so adult. Anna grabbed the note from the doctor and pulled it out. It was a simple piece of lined paper that appeared to have been torn from a notebook and folded in half. Anna held the paper between their two bodies. The air underneath the cover was already becoming stifling from their body heat, taking on that particular feeling of repeatedly rebreathed oxygen. Anna didn’t mind, even if both her husband and her smelled faintly of pee. With a trembling hand, Anna reached down and opened the paper. There were only five words written, but it was enough to make Anna’s eyes open wide. She looked up at her husband to see that he was having a similar reaction. The diaper between Anna’s legs warmed suddenly as she looked down at the note again. She would’ve been less embarrassed if she had known that her husband’s diaper was heating up for the same reason. She stared at the note again, feeling her eyes tearing up a little, the events of the last few days threatening to collapse upon her. Anna and Ryan stared down at the five words in silence, breathing each other’s smells, trapped in a daycare that they had no idea they would ever escape. “We haven’t forgotten about you.” And underneath the words was a picture of a red rose. --- 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/mmrr17bjf8841125 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2393497

With Livy and Landon heading out, Dan is left at home with Robyn. He quickly discovers that not all Littles are as sensitive and polite as 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 --- “Goodbye!” Dan called out the front door as he closed it. Dan felt butterflies in his tummy. He would’ve been lying if he said this hadn’t been a situation he had been specifically trying to avoid since the relationship started. He knew exactly what Livy needed, he knew how to make Landon happy, but he had no idea at all about Robyn. He’d never even been alone with her before. She was so different to Livy. Livy could be put down some place and told to play and she would do it, Robyn was like a firework that someone had let off in the house, liable to bounce around and demand attention. Dan realised he was still standing at the door. He turned around just as he heard a metallic crash come from the kitchen. He took a deep breath and walked carefully forwards until he appeared in the doorway. Robyn was by the counter, bent over and showing off her diaper as she gathered up a bunch of mixing bowls she’d somehow knocked off the side. “Sorry!” Robyn called out behind her, “I was trying to help…” “It’s… OK.” Dan said as he walked inside, “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll sort out breakfast.” “OK!” Robyn popped up with a little jump and a beaming smile. Dan watched as the young woman practically leapt on to one of the chairs. She perched herself on her knees and leaned over the back as Dan finished picking up the things that had ended up on the floor. When he looked behind him, he could’ve sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, Robyn had been looking at his butt. “If I’d had some more time to prepare, I’d have got the highchair out of the garage.” Dan said as he got some cereal and milk together. “You don’t think I can be trusted in a normal chair?” Robyn asked. The exaggerated innocence seemed to be dripping off the words. Dan looked around again and saw Robyn with the cheekiest smile he’d ever seen. Her feet were swinging back and forth under the chair, and he shook his head a little before pouring out the milk. This was all alien to him. If he was being honest, he was, in large part, just copying the things he’d seen Landon doing for the girls. The point was that Livy rarely demanded anything from Dan. When she was Little, which was pretty much all the time, she was the archetypal good girl. She was quiet, played nicely and certainly never threw a tantrum. Dan was used to that, he knew how to deal with it. With Robyn it was almost like all his previous knowledge of how to look after an adult baby was useless. He was worried about doing the wrong thing, of not being able to handle the way she expressed herself. “Hey? Dan?” Robyn’s voice seemed to break through the thoughts that had clouded Dan’s eyes, “I was just kidding.” “Right.” Dan shook his head a little to try and clear the fog, “Sorry.” Dan carried over two bowls of cereal. He placed one in front of Robyn and put another down for himself. He sat down and very quickly started eating. It was only when he didn’t hear Robyn that he looked up and saw her looking right back at him. “What?” Dan asked. Robyn looked pointedly down at the spoon and the back up to Dan. It took him a second to catch on. Scooting his chair to be closer to Robyn, he picked up the spoon and dipped it into the cereal. This was something Landon did occasionally, but it was far from a common occurrence. Dan wondered if Robyn was feeling especially small that day for some reason, or if there was a different reason that she seemed to want him to feed her. He raised the spoon but when it got near Robyn’s mouth the adult baby turned away. “No!” Robyn said with a petulant whine. “Robyn, I don’t…” Dan felt lost. “Don’t want!” Robyn said. She briefly turned to look at Dan and despite the tone of her voice she was smiling. Dan thought back to what Landon usually did. He could picture meals with Landon sitting next to Robyn, holding up a spoon and… Oh, now he remembered. Dan let out a sigh. If this was how things were going to go then the day would be a lot harder work than he had hoped. “H-Here comes the airplane.” Dan said. His voice was rather flat, and he couldn’t help but feel a little silly. As if a switch had been flicked, Robyn turned to face the spoon with a beaming expression and opened her mouth wide. Dan put the spoon inside and Robyn eagerly slurped it up. Dan smiled as he fed himself a few more mouthfuls before lifting the spoon up for Robyn again. “Open up the hangar.” Dan said. He knew that he wasn’t doing nearly as good of a job as Landon did, thankfully it seemed to be enough for Robyn who ate the food without complaint. The process repeated a couple more times. Dan was looking at Robyn’s bowl of cereal and seeing just how little she had eaten. It felt like they would be there all day. Dan was starting to wonder how long it would have to continue before Robyn let him off the hook. “I can take it from here if you want.” Robyn said. Dan wondered if the perceptive Little had worked out how he was feeling. He gave her a smile and handed over the spoon. Robyn didn’t look too disappointed, if she had been expecting him to feed her the whole meal then she was doing a good job to hide it. Dan returned to his own bowl and already wondered how long Landon and Livy would be out of the house. He felt guilty. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to get to know Robyn, more that he was simply unprepared. He should’ve asked Landon for advice before she left… Dan was broken from his thoughts when he suddenly felt a splash of milk on his hand. He looked over to see that Robyn had somehow managed to spill half a spoonful of milk on to the table, some of it splashing on to Dan and more ending up on Robyn’s pyjamas. Robyn was looking at Dan again. It was that appraising, searching look that she seemed to give him when she was expecting him to do something. He had no idea what she could’ve wanted and turned back to his own food. He hadn’t managed another spoonful before Robyn dropped her spoon. It landed on the table with a clatter and spilled more milk and some cereal on to the surface. In Robyn’s rush to pick it up, she knocked the bowl and caused a little more milk to spill. “Careful.” Dan said as he looked over. Dan had seen Robyn’s movements. They didn’t seem clumsy enough to have been accidental… Robyn didn’t say anything in reply. Though she did manage to successfully eat a mouthful of cereal before sticking her tongue out at Dan and giggling. With her feet kicking in the air under the table and the milk now dribbling down her chin she looked more like a three-year-old than the adult Dan knew she was. Anxiety washed over Dan. He felt like he was doing everything wrong. He was completely failing to look after the Little. Why couldn’t she just say exactly what she wanted? He knew it rather defeated the point of “Little Space”, but he was lost at sea and struggling to work out which way was land. He wondered if he could stand up and just leave the room, get some fresh air and maybe collect his bearings. “Robyn, I… I just ne-… Careful!” Dan exclaimed as Robyn’s hand knocked into the bowl and this time it seemed like half the contents spilled out and over the wooden tabletop. “Oops. Sorry.” Robyn said. How much she meant it was open for debate. Dan looked at the spreading liquid with his mouth hanging open. Robyn had slipped off the side of her chair. Dan thought she was going to get the kitchen towels to clean up her mess, but instead she just skipped around to the other side of Dan. “You have to be more careful.” Dan said as he rose out of his seat and went to the kitchen counter. “Or what?” Robyn asked from behind him. Dan froze. He turned around and frowned. Robyn was stood near the entrance to the kitchen. She had her hands clasped behind her back and one leg kicked out in front of the other, swaying slightly. She was still grinning, as if she was playing a game that Dan had no idea existed. “E-Excuse me?” Dan asked. “What are you going to do?” Robyn asked, her head tilted slightly to one side, “Spank me?” Dan was left speechless. The four of them were in a relationship but it still somehow felt wrong to think about punishing Robyn, it would be like shouting at the child of a friend, it was just something you left to the parent. He didn’t know if Robyn was really asking to be punished, testing his limits, or genuinely asking if he was going to punish her. He didn’t move or say anything. Robyn, clearly tired of waiting, turned on her heels and skipped out of the room humming a happy tune. Dan was left by the sink, the kitchen silent except for the occasional drip of milk. He couldn’t help feeling relieved that Robyn was out of the room, that he didn’t need to worry about her for a few minutes at least. All Dan could think about was how Livy would’ve never acted like that. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the second update RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mmnoqq8be5ee343 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2390996 Money is a little tight right now. All subscribers are always very appreciated, but new subscribers now would be more appreciated than ever!

Ryan is starting to question whether it's all worth it, and whether Thorn is even who she says she is. Meanwhile, Mr. Sawyer is getting impatient for answers himself. --- 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 --- The next few days carried on in a similar vein. Anna and Ryan were forced to spend their days in the main nursery, and their nights in the crib. They both needed to have their diapers changed several times a day, for Anna it was not hard to get used to it, especially when surrounded by the other regressed women, it was different for Ryan though. It was quite clear that with each passing day, and each passing diaper, he was having more and more trouble coping with the reality of their situation. The best Anna could say was that he was at least not getting himself more punishments. For the most part he had just withdrawn into himself and stopped talking or doing any more than he had to. “Are you alright?” Anna asked on their sixth day in the daycare. They had been sat in front of a bucket of blocks and Ryan had spent nearly all of the last three hours just staring at them mutely. “Just dandy.” Ryan replied in a flat voice without looking up. “I’m just worried about you.” Anna said quietly. “And why would that be?” Ryan asked with a steely edge to his voice. “You don’t need to take it out on me.” Anna replied, “I’m stuck here as well.” Ryan sat back. His diaper crinkled loudly but he didn’t seem to notice it like he did when they had first arrived. Anna saw that he was upset and frustrated as he looked around the room. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing from a husband who had put up with so much and seemingly had endless patience. “Sorry…” Ryan said with a sigh, “I’m just wondering what the point of it all is.” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. Ryan looked around, looking for eavesdropping ears. He shifted closer to Anna and leaned in super close. Anna was practically sat in his lap as his chin hovered just above her shoulder. “Helping Thorn.” Ryan whispered, “What was the point? I did what she wanted for her agent and what do we get? Where is she now, huh? Where’s The Rose Resistance? Shouldn’t they be breaking us out of here?” “I’m sure it’s not that simple.” Anna breathed in reply. Ryan looked at Anna and raised a questioning eyebrow. He slid back to his original position and resumed his previous stance. Anna looked at him for a few minutes and then looked down. The truth was, she was wondering some of the same questions. What had they accomplished? Were they just sacrificial lambs for Thorn? The fact they weren’t being brainwashed and regressed like Jane was a mercy that neither of them could’ve expected. Anna knew and understood the risks. She had thought Ryan did too, but now she was unsure he had really acknowledged what might happen. She looked at him and worried that he was having second thought, there was no doubt he loved her, not after he had given up his promising future to be with her, but now Anna wondered if Ryan had reached the limit of what he was willing to do. The problem was that Anna wasn’t sure she could walk away. This meant everything to her. She didn’t want to live with clipped wings, she was quite sure of that by then. Before Anna could say anything, the door that they came through every morning opened. That was unusual. Once the babies were in the room that door was usually closed and locked until it was time for them to go back to their rooms or homes. Ana watched as she saw some of the guards talking to someone. Then the door opened fully and when she saw who was walking in, she felt her stomach hit the floor. “This can’t be good…” Ryan muttered. That was an understatement. Mr. Sawyer, flanked by two of the biggest men Anna had ever seen had walked into the room. As always, they looked immaculately dressed and they stood by the entrance scanning the room in front of them. When Mr. Sawyer’s eyes found Anna and Ryan he pointed over to them. The two large guards started marching their way. “Anna…” Ryan said as he got to his feet. “I know. I love you too.” Anna replied. Her knees felt weak, but she refused to show weakness in front of her enemy. As the guards got closer to them, Anna saw Mr. Sawyer walking around to a side room which was unlocked and opened by Mr. Roberts. Anna backed up a few paces, Ryan stepped in front of her. “Whatever you want, we can… Hey!” Ryan had been trying to speak to the two gorilla like men who were now right in front of them. He didn’t get very far before he was easily picked up by one of them and carried with seemingly no problems at all. Anna let out an involuntary whimper and tensed up as she too was picked up. She could no longer see her husband, the mammoth back of the guard carrying him was in the way, but Anna was carried as a man might carry his wife across the threshold. She automatically tried to break free, but it was a hopeless task. “Put me down!” Anna complained loudly, “I’ll walk! I’ll walk!” Anna was ignored, not that she expected anything different. She was carried across the room and over to the door that Mr. Sawyer had gone into. Anna tensed up as if the room she was being taken into might be some kind of medieval torture dungeon, as if she would be put on the rack or something. Instead, the room was very boring. A plain white table had been pushed to the side and all that remained in the middle of the room was two basic wooden chairs. Mr Sawyer was sitting on the one in the middle of the room and Ryan was being dumped heavily into the other, which was in the corner. The guard that carried him in put a large hand on the diapered man’s shoulder and shook his head threateningly when he looked up. “Ryan, how have you been?” Mr. Sawyer asked with faux pleasantness, “Enjoying your little vacation from work?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna looked over from where she was, still being held by her guard, and saw Ryan looking down at the ground in shame. She wanted to find a way to gee him up, to raise his spirits, but she felt helpless to do anything. “I hear you’ve been having an interesting time.” Mr. Sawyer continued to talk to Ryan, “The enema was particularly entertaining, don’t you think? I hear your co-workers back at the office had a mini-film night one evening after work to watch it. I hear it was a great success.” Ryan was turning a darker shade of red with every word. He had clearly hoped that no one outside the people in the daycare would hear what was happening to him, now he knew no one at his place of work would ever let him forget the embarrassments that had taken place. “And Anna! Our little starlet? How are you?” Mr. Sawyer asked, “If you could bring her to me, please.” Anna felt repulsed by Mr. Sawyer but was carried over regardless of her obvious discomfort. She was brought inches away from the seated man who was so close she could’ve spat on him, only the worry of what might happen if she did it stopped her. His smile made her skin crawl. He stared Anna in the eyes for a few seconds before looking up at the goon who was carrying her. He subtly nodded his head. “Ahh!” Anna let out a scream as she was suddenly let go. Anna felt the wind getting knocked out of her. She had expected to hit the floor, instead, she was over Mr. Sawyer’s lap. She was facing the ground and the man’s knees had driven into her stomach. She tried to crawl forwards and off Mr. Sawyer’s lap, but he held her in place, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and holding them behind her back. She was helpless. “Let her go!” Ryan shouted from the other side of the room. He started to rise to his feet but a large hand on his shoulder pushed him back down. “Oh, Anna…” Mr. Sawyer used his free hand to tuck some of Anna’s hair behind her ear, “You really have been so much trouble.” Anna was still trying to struggle when a spank landed heavily on her rear end. Already winded, she grunted in pain. She couldn’t turn around to see if it was Mr. Sawyer spanking her, but it didn’t feel like a hand. Whoever had smacked her had used a paddle of some kind. It hurt. A lot. “Some of my colleagues think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Mr. Sawyer punctuated his sentence with another hard smack. This time Anna knew it was him, she could feel as his body twisted for the blow, “Let me tell you this, little girl. If you’re marketing campaign for us wasn’t doing so well, you would’ve already disappeared.” Anna balled up her fists as she anticipated another spank. When it landed, she let out a loud expletive. Tears welled up in her eyes, and when she blinked, they rolled down her cheeks. She fell limp, her breath returning to her but doing no good. “And believe me, few things would offer me such satisfaction.” Mr. Sawyer hit Anna again. The stinging pain causing her whole body to tense up. It felt like he might’ve been breaking the skin even with the padding of the diaper in the way, “Having you regressed and made into a docile little servant in my house, it would be marvellous.” Anna couldn’t stop the sob escaping her as the next blow landed. She heard a scuffle as Ryan tried to get up again. When the hand pushed him back down, he swung for the guard, it did no good. Ryan was slapped across the face and landed sprawled out on the floor. He was quickly picked back up and sat in his seat, a red handprint on his cheek. “Please! No more!” Ryan pleaded, “She’s had enough!” “Oh, I assure you we’ve only just begun.” Mr. Sawyer replied. Another blow landed on Anna’s ass and she started to cry. She didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction, but she could stop the tears. The pain was too much, “Of course, how long this goes on for is entirely up to you.” “Me?” Ryan repeated. Mr. Sawyer nodded at the guard that was making sure Anna didn’t go anywhere. Anna was lifted up, her body remaining a dead weight. Through her tears she saw Mr. Sawyer stand up and adjust his suit. Next, she was lowered face down over the chair he had been sat on. The guard pressing on her shoulders to make sure she stayed where she was told. “Yes, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “You.” Anna was tensed up and ready for a fresh blow to land to her rear end. It never came. Just as she started to relax, she felt a hand grip the back of her diaper. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was holding on to the waistband for a few seconds before pulling quickly backwards. Anna was jerked this way and that as the guard at the other end held her against the seat until, finally, the plastic gave way, and the diaper ripped. The fluff from inside the disposable scattered across the floor and the diaper fell away leaving her butt exposed. “So, Ryan, are you going to be a good boy and answer my questions?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He finished the question by swinging the paddle forwards against Anna’s bare skin, “Or are you going to be naughty and let your poor wife suffer?” Another spank. Anna screamed with each blow. If she thought they had hurt before, it was nothing compared to these fresh whacks against her bare skin. The stinging was indescribable, almost enough to shock her brain into stillness. She writhed desperately, the need to get away from any more spanks overpowering all her senses. The arms of the guard kept her pinned despite her pleadings. “Stop!” Ryan cried out, “W-What do you want to know?” “No doubt you know why you are here.” Mr. Sawyer started. Anna heard him stepping away and relaxed her trembling muscles a little. The stinging wasn’t going away, “Lynn West. A known dissident. Her file came across your desk and you amended it.” Anna swallowed anxiously. Her mind was exhausted from the pain and her face was a mess of tears, sweat and snot. Despite all of this, she understood well the danger they were in. Anna was certain that, despite her pleading, she could take any beating rather than give up the information. Ryan had been expressing doubts already. “I…” Ryan started. “Oh, don’t worry.” Mr. Sawyer continued. He was now meandering slowly back to Anna. Each step that brought him closer made Anna shudder with horrid anticipation, “Little Miss West has gone where she needed to go.” “Ryan, don’t tell him anyth-…” Anna started to shout hysterically. She was cut off by another whack from the paddle. She wasn’t sure if the trickling she felt between her legs was urine or blood. It could easily have been both. This time the blows continued. Anna was quickly reduced to incoherent screams and ineffectual thrashings. She lost feeling in her legs completely, for a moment she thought she might pass out. At the last moment the punishment stopped. Anna breathed heavily. Her face fell to the side and through half-lidded eyes she saw Ryan in tears and staring at her, straining against the guard holding him in place. “Who told you to amend the file?” Mr. Sawyer asked. Ryan looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer and back again. His lips were trembling. Anna almost imperceptibly shook her head. Then screams ripped themselves from her throat as the spanking continued. It was impossible for her to tell if it was the same implement being used or if her ass had just been tenderised to the point that it felt almost like spikes being driven into her with each smack. After a flurry that lasted maybe thirty seconds but felt like an hour, the hits stopped. It did little to help Anna though, the stinging pain radiating from her bruised bottom carried on for another minute, her screams and cries slowly abating. “Who told you to change the file, Ryan?” Mr. Sawyer asked again. A single spank landed on Anna’s rear, and it was enough to send her into fresh paroxysms of pain. She didn’t want to imagine how things were looking back there. Anna ‘s bladder definitely did release during the previous hits. Her inner thighs were soaked and there was a puddle at the feet of the chair. She was shaking her head back and forth, hoping it was enough to get the message to Ryan: Don’t say a word. “I imagine it was The Rose Resistance.” Mr. Sawyer said. He practically spat the words out, “And Thorn, yes?” Anna turned her head to look at Ryan again. He seemed torn between telling the man what he wanted to know and doing what Anna wanted him to do. It looked like he might’ve been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Mr. Sawyer sighed loudly. “Look what you are doing to your lovely wife.” Mr. Sawyer said, “How could you let this continue? Are you a monster?” More spanks. Anna screamed again before everything went abruptly black. A blink of an eye later and she was suddenly back in the room. She realised she must’ve passed out. The room seemed to be spinning. “You’re hurting her, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer continued. It was hard to tell if he had even noticed that his victim had been briefly unconscious. “I…It was…” Ryan was stuttering. “Don’t…” Anna barely had the energy to breath the words but somehow, she managed to have them heard. “How did Thorn contact you?” Mr. Sawyer demanded. “Anna…” Ryan was sobbing. He reached a hand out and Anna saw him suddenly wince and look away. Anna felt another spank against her butt. The agony was now so great that it seemed to transcend any reaction. The pain simply didn’t abate; it rolled on and on. Anna screamed but she seemed detached, she was vaguely aware that she was viewing proceedings from somewhere above her own body, watching her flesh flail and cry whilst feeling nothing herself. “Tell me!” Mr. Sawyer shouted. His composure seemed to slip a little before he regained himself. Anna watched as her body was hit again and again. The paddle slamming into her skin and coming away bloody. She felt nothing even as she watched herself beg for it all to end. She had no idea if what she was experiencing was good or bad, she wasn’t feeling the pain anymore, at least. The spanking went on and on. Ryan begged and pleaded with Mr. Sawyer to stop, but he never revealed the information they were looking for. Anna drifted in and out of her body, the pain rolling up on her like huge waves, then descending as if sinking into a deep calm. The whole time she watched as her ass was turned into something resembling uncooked minced beef. Finally, Mr. Sawyer dropped the blood speckled paddle. He was panting and his suit was wet from the effort. Anna was back inside her body, whimpering and wishing she could float away again. She couldn’t feel her legs and the pain was intense, it felt like she would never be able to sit down again. The guard that had been holding Anna in place finally let go and Anna almost immediately slipped off the side of the chair, each small movement causing her even more pain. “You should know that we will leave no stone unturned in searching for how you were communicated.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You’ve had your chance. If we find anything you will be taken straight from here to a Finishing School.” The threat was left to hang in the air. Perhaps it was one last chance for them to give up their information. Anna was sprawled on the floor, partially in a puddle of her own urine, and doing her best not to move. “Ryan, if you think of anything, just let us know.” Mr. Sawyer said as if they had just had nothing more than a friendly conversation. Anna saw the government man reach down and pat Ryan a couple of times on the diaper before leaving with a chuckle. No sooner had the door closed than Ryan rushed across to Anna. “Anna!” Ryan exclaimed. Tears fell from his eyes, “Anna? Are you OK? Talk to me!” “Ugh…” Anna could do little more than grunt. Every movement hurt and she felt completely exhausted. Anna’s head faced Ryan, and she saw her husband look down her body to her butt. She saw him wince with a look of horror. Closing her eyes, Anna tried to get her mind working again. Now that she was back in her body the pain was growing. “Don’t…” Anna mumbled. “Don’t what? Anna?” Ryan asked as he bent low to hear her weak voice. “Don’t tell them anything.” Anna said in little more than a whisper. “Anna…” Ryan looked unsure, “This is serious stuff. If they…” “Don’t.” Anna said with all the force she could muster. It wasn’t a lot. Ryan fell silent. Anna could hear that he was sobbing though trying to bottle his emotions up. It reminded her of the start of their marriage, before she knew Ryan’s truth. His hand was gently stroking her back, stopping long before it reached Anna’s posterior. “How bad is it?” Anna asked. “It’s… not good.” Ryan replied after some hesitation. Anna let out a grunt of a laugh. She felt like she could’ve stayed where she was forever. Never mind the cooling puddle of piss that was soaking in to her lower half, never mind the agony of her backside that was making it all but impossible to move her legs. She didn’t want to move an inch. “Anna, if they find…” Ryan stopped talking when Anna suddenly opened her eyes, no doubt aware the room might be bugged, “They were talking about Finishing School!” “So much for the gilded cage.” Anna muttered darkly. “Huh?” Ryan frowned. Anna shook her head as much as she could in her awkward face down position. She felt so stupid that she had, at one point, almost been seduced by the life given to her by the government. She had, at the very least, been tempted to sell out her dreams for a particularly cosy cell in the gated community. Now she was experiencing the reality of Sallas. The leash around her neck suddenly pulled taut and threatening to strangle her. “I’ll get Mr. Roberts.” Ryan said as he started to get up. “No.” Anna reached out and grabbed hold of Ryan’s ankle, “Please… Just stay here with me.” Ryan crouched back down and returned to stroking Anna’s back. Neither of them said anything. The only sound was Ryan’s sobs and Anna’s occasional winces. She was grateful that despite Ryan’s doubts he had remained steadfast, even if it was because he believed, probably correctly, that if he gave up the information they would all be locked up in a Finishing School regardless. Of course, Anna couldn’t remain on the floor forever. After a few precious minutes of peace, the guards returned. “Holy shit…” One of them said when he looked down at Anna. “Christ, they really did a number on her.” The other replied. Ryan had stood up and turned around as if expecting the two helpers of Mr. Roberts to jump him. Probably not an unreasonable concern considering what had just happened, Anna thought. She stayed silent. “Ryan, go back to the main room.” The first guard ordered. “But…” Ryan started as he gestured to Anna’s bruised backside. “Now.” The guard instructed, “Unless you want us to give your dear wife round two.” Ryan was torn for a second but when Anna gave him a little nod, he reluctantly left the room. Anna might ordinarily have been concerned to be trapped in a small space with two clearly hostile men, but after what she had just endured, she found it hard to be particularly worried about anything. “What do we do with this one?” The first guard said. He raised a foot and tapped Anna’s ass. The small contact was enough to make her scream out in pain. “Take her to the infirmary.” The other guard said. “Me!? She’s got piss all over her!” The guard said with disgust, “You do it!” “I’ve been here longer; you do what I say.” The other guard let out a harsh laugh that sounded even more like a bark in the small room, “Or maybe I speak to Mr. Roberts, and you can join Ryan as the second guy in here…” “Asshole.” The second guard grumbled as he knelt down next to Anna. --- 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/mmgxeqf9cb783824 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2380012