By the time Evelyn parked her car she saw that her daughter was already waking up, "hey sweetie it's good that you're already up." Evelyn said as she got her purse and turning off the car, after she got got her daughter both mother and daughter went inside the school. It was a big school that housed a kindergarten all the way to 12th grade, it being a Friday all the students were in their classes, a good thing too since there wasn't a crowd to overwhelm Valeria. After they got to the main office an older woman the school psychologist walked over greeted Evelyn and her daughter who was nervously cuddled up to her mother.

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Would the dolls happen to be anything like Annabelle, Robert, and Chucky? 😳

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Emily's babysitter is there and she's a lot cooler with everything than Emily expected...  --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Emily led the way up the stairs and could hear Davina following behind. She was aware of how much her rear end was swaying, the bulging backside of her diaper giving her a pronounced waddle. A hand pressed against the diaper and she heard Davina chuckle to herself. Walking into the nursery, Emily turned to Davina and waited for her to make a remark about the babyish room. She waited as Davina walked a slow lap and looked at the barred bed, the changing table and the toys scattered around. It was the room of an overgrown infant and Emily was sure Davina would have something to say about it. “You have such a cool room!” Davina finally said. “I… Huh!?” Emily was startled. That was the last reaction she expected. “I’m jealous!” Davina continued, “This is adorable.” Jealous? Emily was confused. How could a fully grown woman be jealous of a glorified nursery? Emily decided it didn’t matter too much as long as Davina wasn’t making fun of her. She didn’t say anything as she lifted herself up on to the changing table and laid down. Davina came back over and, with a wide smile on her face, she started pulling the flaps of Emily’s onesie apart. “I’m not used to being on this end of things.” Davina said with a little giggle, “But I’m sure I’ll muddle through.” Not for the first time, Emily was left confused by what Davina said. “This end of things” didn’t really make a lot of sense. She wasn’t given a lot of time to think it over though. The flaps of her onesie sprung up over her belly leaving the diaper underneath exposed. As the babysitter started pulling at the tapes Emily felt a sinking feeling. Did this person know she was trans? Davina was about to open the diaper and see her caged princess parts and it was already too late to stop or warn her. The front of the diaper was lowered between Emily’s legs. She scrunched her eyes tightly closed waiting for Davina to start laughing or shouting at her. Seconds ticked by as she waited until… a cool baby wipe was swiped across Emily’s balls. Her eyes shot open and she dared to look down at Davina who was still smiling as she started cleaning Emily’s diaper area. It didn’t make any sense. Had Amelia revealed all of Emily’s secrets to this woman? Davina seemed to be taking a lot of time making sure Emily was clean. She was very gentle and went over Emily’s sensitive spots more than once. Emily winced slightly, her princess parts didn’t try to grow big as often these days, her body had learnt that the chastity cage wasn’t going to give, but she couldn’t stop the physical reactions completely. The wipes moved towards the back and Emily could feel Davina using a finger wrapped in a wipe. The finger probed at Emily’s exit hole, circling the outside first but slowly moving more and more towards the centre. Emily bit her lip. She was quickly growing flustered. The finger pressed slightly and enter Emily to the first knuckle. Before Emily could stop herself, a small moan escaped her lips. “Naughty girl.” Davina smirked. The finger was withdrawn and the diaper slipped out from under Emily’s ass. She felt more than a little disappointed as a new diaper was slipped under Emily and pulled up between her legs. It was taped closed and the onesie was done up before Davina moved away and let Emily drop down from the changing table. “Let’s see what we’ve got to dress you in.” Davina said as she opened the closet door. Emily bit her lip as the extent of her infantile wardrobe was brought to light. She blushed as Davina gasped in apparent joy and covered her mouth. Yet again, instead of making fun of her, Davina instead started going through the outfits. She gave an opinion on each one, mostly positive. “Oh, you simply must wear this.” Davina said as she unhooked a hanger. Emily saw the outfit being brought out. It wasn’t one she had worn before but it made her blush. A baby blue onesie with paw prints all over it and a hood with a couple of floppy dog ears coming off the side. She’d always been a big fan of dogs, clearly Davina thought the same way as she brought the childish clothing over. “Arms up.” Davina instructed. Emily obeyed without thinking. Her arms went up into the air and the onesie was fed down over them. As it came down over her body the hood was already up and encompassed her head, the long floppy ears resting on her shoulder. Davina knelt down to pop the front and back flaps together. “I love it!” Davina said when she took a step back, “Hold on, I have to take a photo for your Mommy.” “You really don’t…” Emily started. “Say “Woof!”” Davina said with a wide grin as she held up her phone. “W-Woof…” Emily blushed as hard as she had ever done in her life as she heard the camera shutter sound effect on Davina’s phone. “I’ll just send this to Amelia.” Davina said as she tapped her screen, “She’ll love it.” Emily reached up and pulled the dog ears over her eyes. This was all so embarrassing and she still didn’t understand how Davina was so cool with it all. It would’ve been easier if the babysitter had been mean about everything that was happening! “And sent.” Davina said as she put her phone away, “Right, let’s get you some dinner.” Emily was ready to walk out of the room but Davina took the initiative. As the babysitter walked past, she took Emily’s hand and started leading her. It was starting to feel like Emily was a visitor in Davina’s house rather than the other way around. Emily waddled down the stairs with her disposable underwear crinkling with every wide-legged step of the way. “Amelia told me she left you something in the fridge.” Davina said as they entered the kitchen, “Huh, I would’ve expected a highchair.” Emily was already red in the face so the fresh blush probably passed by without being noticed. Her hand was let go and she walked around the table to sit in a chair facing the fridge. She watched as Diana opened the door and looked around. When she saw what she was looking for she laughed. “Oh my…” Davina commented. Emily wasn’t sure what Davina was talking about until the food was brought over to the table. Firstly, there was a bowl of mush which she assumed was baby food. It wasn’t something Emily was fed often but it seemed Amelia really wanted her to know her place. The second item was a large baby bottle with a note taped to the side. “Milk. Fresh from the source.” Was written in Amelia’s handwriting and next to it she had drawn a winking face. “You really are very lucky.” Davina commented as she took the bowl of baby food to the microwave to warm it up, “Do you know how many big babies would kill for all this?” “Big babies?” Emily muttered. “Hell, I’m jealous of that crib.” Davina said as the microwave pinged and she removed the bowl, “I tried to convert my bed a few months ago but it was a bit of a disaster.” “Wait, wait, wait…” Emily frowned, “I’m so confused. What do you mean you tried to build a crib?” “Seems pretty self-explanatory to me.” Davina laughed. “But… Why on Earth would you do that!?” Emily asked. “Because I’m ABDL, duh!” Davina shook her head as she stirred the food that was steaming lightly. “What is ABDL?” Emily asked. “You’re kidding me, right?” Davina looked almost as perplexed as Emily. Emily shook her head. She had heard Davina referring to ABDL before but she had never heard of the acronym. Emily could see her babysitter was seemingly trying to work out how to react, whether she was joking or being honest about the question. It seemed that it had never even crossed Davina’s mind that Emily might not know what she was talking about. “But… you must know what it is.” Davina said simply, “Amelia’s one and, well, I mean look at you! You’re one!” Emily frowned. “You REALLY don’t know?” Davina asked in disbelief. “What is it?” Emily practically begged to be told. Emily’s mouth dropped open as Davina started to explain exactly what an ABDL was. Not for a minute in all the weeks that Emily had been in diapers had she considered that someone might actually LIKE it. She certainly had never guessed that her own wife was one of these people, though it did explain a few things. She belatedly realised she had been drooling again and wiped her face with her hands. “I… I can’t believe it…” Emily mumbled. “Oh, geez, I really feel like I’ve put my foot in it.” Davina looked down at her lap, “I assumed you must’ve known because…” Emily stopped listening. Obviously, Davina thought Emily knew because how it could it be any different? Emily’s situation was so unusual that outside of asking to be treated like a baby she couldn’t imagine anyone else ending up in this position. She was feeling a lot of emotions but chief among them was a sense of hurt. Davina had told her that Amelia was an ABDL. Emily couldn’t believe Amelia had never said anything about it and now she had started treating Emily like a baby. Was this all some sick game to her? “Emily?” Davina said, “Is everything OK?” “I… don’t know.” Emily answered, “I had no idea.” “I shouldn’t have said anything.” Davina put her hands up to the side of her face, “That’s my fault. I’m sorry.” “No, it’s OK.” Emily shook her head, “You didn’t know.” For a solid minute both women sat silently around the table. It was awkward. The atmosphere had been a little strange since Davina arrived but it had become a pretty good time. With the revelation a tension had settled between them. Emily was looking down at the table, she was vaguely aware that she was wetting her diaper. She started chuckling quietly to herself. “Emily?” Davina said quietly. “Sorry, it’s just…” Emily looked up, “How ridiculous is this situation? And to top it off, I’m sitting here moping whilst wearing this!” As emphasis Emily reached up and lifted up the ears that hung from the sides of the hood. Davina smiled but it was clear she was a little concerned. Emily’s laughter didn’t last too long before it petered out and she was left with an empty feeling. “Well, listen, you and Amelia should talk about it later.” Davina finally said, “How about we just try to move past it for now and have some dinner.” Emily didn’t really feel too hungry but she reached forwards for the baby food anyway. As she spooned the overly sweetened mush into her mouth, she noticed Davina was eyeing the bottle, specifically the message taped to the side, it seemed like she was dying to ask a question and eventually she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “When it says “Fresh from the source” does she mean…” Davina said slowly. Emily nodded. Davina’s eyes grew and she looked at the bottle, her cheeks going a little red. Emily said she could try a bit if she wanted but Davina shook her head. That was fine with Emily, it meant more for her. As she ate, Emily couldn’t stop thinking about what had been said. The longer she dwelt on it the angrier she became. Her wife had forced her into a weird fetish lifestyle without Emily’s knowledge. Was all this just a game to Amelia? Before Emily knew it, she had finished her meal. She reached over for the bottle and put it in her mouth. She was so distracted she forgot to even be embarrassed as she sucked down Amelia’s milk. It was as tasty as ever and Emily didn’t take the bottle out of her mouth until she had emptied it. When it did finally pop free of her lips, she was panting hard and drool mixed with thin milk ran from the corner of her mouth. “Let me help you with that.” Davina said. A cloth was brought up to Emily’s face and her mouth was wiped clean. Emily wasn’t sure why she bothered, she drooled so much these days the front of his onesie was already damp with her saliva. It made Emily wonder if her wife hadn’t been wrong to do all of this. It had all been portrayed as helping her but she had gone so far from the person she had previously been that she could barely remember how she had ended up like this. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/md0p5ra595ae2f39 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1956645