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Not sure if anyone remembers this story, but if so, allow me to make up for my absence with a nice long chapter. Chapter Six Sandra did not fall asleep, but looked on contentedly as Dylan drifted off. It occurred to her that this was more or less the same position they’d ended up in on the previous night. How much sleep can one person need? she wondered bemusedly. This thought was interrupted when she noticed a small dark patch on the sheets that was growing rapidly. Realizing what was happening, she slid out of bed before it could get to her. Remarkably, this did not wake him, and she had the strange experience of watching Dylan soak the bed. She had no idea how she should respond to something like that, but knew she probably shouldn't let him stay lying like that for long. She was about to rouse him when she spotted a hamper containing a pair of clearly stained khakis. Her heart began to pound. This is exact what the article said would happen. Did that mean it was all true? Had he really transformed into something not quite human? She knew she had to tell him. Impossible though it seemed, they had to at least consider it – together. She wondered how he would take the news. If he truly was a Pet, he might never be able to take care of himself again. Life as he knew it would be over completely. And what did he get in return? A life with her? She couldn't imagine sacrificing her independence for another person, no matter how much she liked them. But of course she couldn't. She was the Keeper. She gathered the clothes she had discarded earlier and began dressing. Somehow it seemed wrong to have this conversation while they were both naked. Once she was fully clothed, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gently shook him awake. *** I was both horrified and disgusted by the sight I awoke to. Embarrassing myself in front of Sandra had become a distressingly frequent occurrence, but surely this was over the line. “Sandra, I-“ “Shh, it's okay,” she said, holding a finger up to my lips, “I know it was an accident, I'm not mad. Let's just get you clean and into something dry.” There was something so gentle and soothing about her voice. I could listen to her talk like that for hours. Together we took the sheets off of the bed and dropped them in the hamper. Then she stopped and looked me over. “Hmm. You've already had a bath today,” she said. “I don't think you really need another one. I’ll just get the worst of it off you. Come with me.” With that, she led me by the hand into the bathroom. “Now, I want you to stand in the tub for me,” she said. Once I was in position, she ran a washcloth under the faucet and began sponging me down all over my lower body. While I relished the sensation of her touch, there was a notable difference between now and the bath from earlier. “Businesslike” was the best way I could think to describe it. There was nothing special or unusual about her giving me a sponge bath – it was just what she did. “Now that you're all clean, we can get you dressed,” she said. She was so confident and natural in her role that I felt I could completely surrender myself into her care. I didn't protest when she grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from my dresser and held them out for me to step into rather than handing them to me. After pulling them up, she did the same with a new pair of sweatpants (my last clean pair). “Arms up,” she said, holding out a t-shirt and pulling it over me. The experience of being dressed was making me feel incredibly childish, but I found something about it pleasant and relaxing as well. The embarrassment I might have felt a few days ago was beginning to wain. Why would I need feel ashamed of myself if she wasn't ashamed of me? “There. I'll bet that feels better, doesn't it?” “Yeah,” I said, blushing slightly. “Thanks.” “Come have a seat here next to me,” she said, patting a corner of the now bare mattress. “There’s... something we need to talk about.” I didn't like the sound of that. But I sat next to her as she asked. “I think I know what's been happening to us.” “You do? Do I have some kind of disease? Is it curable?” “I wouldn’t call it a disease exactly. Think back to when we first saw each other - we both felt this undeniable sense of connection, right? And then we both started to change. You wouldn't know this about me, but I haven't always been some kind of dominant, caregiving type. I just sort of fell into that role, like you did into yours.” “I didn't understand how a chance meeting could have such a drastic effect. So I started doing some research, and what I found was a story of two people having the same experience as us. And they weren't alone – people all over are starting to bond with complete strangers. And the relationship they form - it's something that humanity has never had a word for until now.” I was fascinated by her words, but also nervous and confused. She took out her phone and held it out to me. I saw several pictures of a couple engaged in what looked like some kind of dom/sub roleplay. In one picture, a woman was wearing a collar, with a leash that was being held by an older man. In another picture she was sitting in a small cage. Was that a diaper she was wearing? “The article refers to this woman as a Pet,” she said, “And that man is her Keeper. They say they didn’t choose to live like this – but they also say that they're happier this way.” I felt my pulse quickening. What I was seeing felt somehow strange and familiar at the same time. “What are you saying?” I asked, “What does all this mean for us?” “I think it means that I'm a Keeper. And you… You’re my pet.” A jolt of electricity shot through me when I heard the word “pet.” It was like a balloon had popped in my brain. “This is going to sound weird,” I said, “But could you say that one more time?” “Say what? That you're my pet?” I was overtaken by an indescribable surge of emotion. I wanted so badly to be close to her, and she had just claimed me as her own. I didn't understand exactly what being a pet meant, but I knew it meant I’d be able to stay by her side. And like any ordinary pet, I had an unbearable urge to nuzzle up against her, to be held by her. Not really knowing what I was doing, I threw my arms around her and buried my face between her neck shoulder. She was obviously startled at first, but she hugged me back, running one hand slowly up and down my spine. “That's right. That's exactly what you are,” she cooed, “You're my pet. My precious, darling pet… …And I'm going to take good care of you.” “So… What happens now?” I asked. “First of all, you’re going to come home with me. Pets don’t work, so your job isn't a problem. If you have any money saved up, we'll use that to pay for your apartment. If that money runs out... Well, we'll worry about that then. But before we do any of that, there's something we need to do. And we’d better do it soon.” I listened on, with some trepidation. “I want you to tell me honestly – you wetting the bed wasn't the only accident you've had, was it?” “No.” I hated having to admit that. “When was the last time?” “This morning.” “Is that what you were at upset about when you called me?” “Yeah,” I muttered quietly. “Right. There’s no easy way to say this, but the problem you're having - it's not going to get better.” “What? How could you know that?” “I read it while I was learning about Pets – it happens to all of them. After bonding, they all develop urinary incontinence.” “That's impossible!” I protested “To get something like that just from meeting someone? It’s like some kind of magical curse.” “I don't know how it happens, but it is happening,” Sandra replied. “I agree that it all seems like a fantasy, but we can see it and feel it for ourselves.” A lump formed in my throat. “Th-this isn't fair!” I said, voice quivering, “I didn't ask for this!” “I know you didn't. And I'm sorry you have to go through it. But it's something neither one of us can change. So we'll just have to manage it.” “Manage?” “Before we go home, we’re going to stop at a store and get you something… absorbent to wear.” I knew what that meant. “No,” I said, “There has to be something else we can do-“ “Dylan, you've had two accidents today alone. Do you really think I'm going to let you go around unprotected after that? Look, I'm not saying you can't use the bathroom – the next time you have to go, if you can make it in time, that's great. We’re just taking precautions.” “I don't have any choice in this, do I?” “No, you don't. Now, seeing as you just went, I don't think you're likely to have another accident soon. But I don't want to push our luck, so we should get going.” I grabbed my phone and keys, and followed her out the door. After I locked the door, she put her hand over mine and took the keyring from me. “I'll be hanging onto these,” she said. I was surprised, but I not exactly upset. It was a potently meaningful gesture - I wouldn't be able to return to my apartment until she allowed me to. The thought of surrendering myself to her so completely was strangely alluring - possibly even arousing? We pulled into the parking lot of a nearby store. There seemed to be quite a lot of activity there. Running this kind of an errand while the place was so busy was downright mortifying. “Can I wait in the car?” I asked. “Don’t be silly, you'll need to be there when we pick something out. Come on.” I kept my head low, wanting more than anything to disappear. The incontinence aisle was strategically placed in a back corner of the store, for which I was grateful. For a moment the two of us just stood there, surveying our options. I noticed that among the various products was a pull-on brief, designed to look and feel like normal underwear. Hoping for a compromise, I pulled a package of my size off the shelf. “H-How about these?” I asked, face slightly red. She looked the package over. “These look pretty thin. I'm really not sure if this is going to be enough…” “But we can at least try them, right?” It felt strange to be negotiating what kind of absorbent underwear I would wear. Stranger still was the knowledge that it wasn't my decision. No matter what I said, Sandra's word would be final. And if today was truly the start of a new life together, that was an idea I’d have to get used to. “I guess so,” she said with audible reluctance, and took the package from me. “Let's go check these out – I want to get them on you as soon as possible.” I had trouble bringing myself to move from where I was standing. I didn't want to stroll through the store with my new “briefs” on display. As if reading my mind, Sandra said, “Honey, nobody is going to know these are for you. They might even think they're for me. Come on.” I tried to look as natural as I could while the clerk rang up our purchase. Sandra paid, of course. I just stood there silently, trying to avoid meeting the gaze of anyone in line. “There should be a public restroom here somewhere,” Sandra said, looking around. “Can’t we do this at home?” I asked. “And risk you leaking in the car? I don't think so. This'll only take a minute.” Praying that nobody was watching, I entered the bathroom with her. She knelt down and began untying my shoes. In a single motion, she pulled down my pants and underwear, which I stepped out of. She left me standing in just my t-shirt while opened the package, revealing several identical gray briefs. They had a cloth-like covering, but inside they looked just like an ordinary diaper. Seeing this made the feelings of humiliation really set in. But there was no way I could avoid going through with this. “In you go,” she said, holding the brief open. I placed one foot in in one hole, then the other. It made a sound like rustling paper. She then slid the brief up my legs until it landed snugly in place around my waist. “There,” she said, “That’s not so bad, is it?” It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but the added bulk would be hard to ignore. It was an embarrassing reminder of the predicament I was in. I wondered whether people outside would notice a bulge in my pants. Sandra helped me back into my clothes and we made our way to the car. “Since you're going to be staying with me, we should establish some rules,” she said as she drove, “You're only allowed to eat the food or drink that I give you. We need to be careful about your diet until we figure out what that tummy of yours can process. I also don't want you leaving the house without me, ok?” “Ok,” I replied sheepishly. I wasn’t expecting to have so many restrictions, but of course these things would be standard for an ordinary pet. “Pet” wasn’t merely a playful term of endearment – I had truly lost my status as a human. I thought of all the things I might never do again – drive a car, drink at a bar, apply for a job. Life as I knew it was over. What if I didn't want to be a pet? It was the first time this thought had occurred to me since she first proposed the idea. It was true that I was hopelessly in love with Sandra, and the thought of spending every day with her made me feel wonderful – but how long would I go on feeling that way? We pulled into a suburban neighborhood with countless rows of identical white buildings. In truth it all looked a bit dull and sterile. Still, it was nicer than anything I could afford. We pulled into her driveway and approached the front door. “Welcome to your new home,” she said, “For now, anyway.” I had to marvel at her homemaking skills – not only was her living room immaculate, it was masterfully decorated. Stylish, modern furniture was augmented by an array of elegant wall hangings and ornaments. Was everything she did this perfect? “There’s something I need to get for you. Wait right here.” She disappeared into another room and came back holding a black leather collar. “After I first read about Pets and Keepers, I felt an urge to get one of these. I wasn’t sure whether I’d ever use it, but it seemed right somehow. I think this will make it feel more official, don't you?” I gulped and looked at the object she was holding. I wanted to wear it. “Kneel,” she said. I obeyed. “That's a good boy,” she said. There was that warm, tingling sensation again. I was beginning to think I’d do anything to hear those words. “When I put this collar on you, you will become my pet. You will obey my commands and live by my rules. In return, I will protect you and provide for you. As long as you are in my home, I will do what I can to make you feel safe, comfortable, and loved. All you need to do is be good and obey your Keeper. Do you understand?” I nodded. She wrapped the collar tightly around my next and fastened it into place. Then she smiled mischievously. “Now you’re mine.”

If you have to ask "why" when I inform you that I feel like the lucky one in my relationship...then I feel sorry for you.

Kristine appeared on the roof of one of the higher buildings in the city. Olivia, at her side, stumbled a few steps away and then vomited. “Are you okay?” “What the hell was that?” Olivia asked as she spat the vomit out of her mouth. “Teleportation.” “What a horrible way to travel.” Kristine had never noticed. Maybe it was a mortal thing. “Pediatrician Thmiley Checkup,” Kirstine lisped as she looked at Olivia. “What the hell?” “I’m jutht making sure you are all right,” Kristine said as information about Olivia’s condition appeared to Kristine as friendly, informative icons floating around her. Olivia could not see them, Kristine guessed, for she was looking around herself, a confused countenance. Kristine relaxed. While teleporting Olivia might not be the most pleasant experience for her friend, it did not appear to be dangerous. “Okay. Naughty Nurthery Camera Thpy Eyes,” Kristine intoned. Olivia laughed. “You sound so ridiculous.” Kristine frowned, hoped it did not look like a pout. Around her appeared, like monitors, windows in the air, each one looking out at parts of the city. Olivia gasped. “That’s amazing.” “Not tho ridiculous now.” Kristine smiled smugly. “No, you still sound silly.” “Oh thhut up,” Kristine told her, looking around her at the windows in space. She spotted some monsters, and trackers, trolls and redcaps and the beautiful men and woman who looked like the Duke of Threes. She saw Lotts in one window, with Rat and Badger, and in another the Duke of Threes himself. The man turned his head, and for a moment Kristine thought he was looking at her, seeing her. She took a step back from the anger she saw in his eyes. He had come. As Tac hard warned. And as Kristine had known he would. She would like to think it was all going to plan, but in all honesty, she did not feel as if she had a plan. Just some vague ideas. “Who’s the David Bowie Wannabe?” Olivia asked, looking at the window that shows the Duke. Kristine looked again. She supposed Olivia had a point. Thin White Duke. The moniker did fit. “The Duke of Thwees,” Kristine said. “Three what?” “Trouble always comes in Thwees they say.” “So he is the Duke of Trouble?” “For me.” “You have the weirdest friends, present company excepted.” “He’th not my friend,” Kristine told her, a little more anger in her tone than she intended. “I know. Just a joke,” Olivia apologised. Kristine took in a deep breath, nodded. “Thorry.” “What are you going to do about that?” Olivia waved her hand towards a window that displayed the restaurant they had just left. From the front door came the creatures they had seen not long before. “We skipped out on the bill.” “What?” “Just thinking.” “I don’t think they will care.” It looked like ten or twenty people had fled the restaurant. “This could get methy.” “What?” “The fight.” “You are going to fight them?” “I have to.” Olivia stared wide eyes at Kristine. “Why?” she eventually asked. “Cause I guess thith is what Magical Girls do… and that they are here ith mostly my fault.” “Your fault?” “I’ll explain later. Hope you got it all out.” “What?” Kristine stepped forward and took Olivia’s hand. “Your dinner.” And then she teleported away. Two trolls carrying heavy weapons and backed up by a team of redcap grenadiers. They were approaching the building in which the offices of Cotton and Black were housed. Secure the place, take hostages, see if the Magical Girl could be lured in. A tactically sound idea. Until the Magical Girl appeared above one of the trolls and flattened him with her huge mace. Before the second could bring his weapon to bear the Magical Girl called out, “Onesie romper thtraight jacket,” and magically secured the troll in a riot of pink straps and buckles. She turned on the redcaps and smiled. They fled. She chased. While the Duke of Threes’ military might was not to be discounted, and while force was a language he spoke very well, he was no stranger to subtlety and stealth. The team approaching the apartment in which the target lived was dressed in invisibility cloaks, and under that, they wore suits woven of shadow. Four of them, with the elegant looks and builds of the Duke of Three’s people, Aos Si they would have been called once. They scaled the side of the building until they clung to the wall outside of the apartment, peering into the windows and the darkness within the room. As far as the team could tell the apartment was empty. One reached for the latch on the window, as if planning to open it, when four giant teddy bears fell from the sky, colliding with each of them, the big, furry arms wrapping around them and dragging them from the side of the building. When they hit the ground, the bears had them wrapped up in nearly inescapable hugs, and their plush bodies protected the stealth operatives from any serious harm. The Magical Girl stepped out of the shadows and approached them. Her giggle filled all four with dread. “Time for you to go away,” she told them. Barron Lotts watched as another team disappeared. So far five teams had just vanished, and four more had been neutralised. “How is she doing this?” It was a rhetorical question, but Mr Badger said, “She does seem to be quite skilled at this kind of thing.” “Most distressing don’t you think?” Mr Rat offered. “What will be most distressing is if the Duke of Three kills us.” Mr Rat nodded after a moment. “Very good Baron. Provides something of a positive spin on the current situation.” “As it can always get worse.” “Wise.” Barron Lotts looked between them, wondered if they understood the circumstances. He looked back at the scrying gem, reading the details on the teams that remained. “She’s not going after the trackers.” Mr Rat and Mr Badger looked at one another, then back at him. “One might take that to mean she wishes to be found,” Mr Rat said. “Which one might take to suppose she is planning a trap of some sort.” Lotts nodded. “A quick change of strategy is needed.” He reached from the gem. “Naughty naughty no touch,” someone called out. A thick covering of foam appeared over the gem, sealing it away. Lots, Badger and Rat turned towards the sound of the voice. The Magical Girl was perched on a street light, looking down at them. “Hi again,” she said. “I take it you did not learn your lethon last time.” “Son of a whore,” Lotts cursed as he drew his blade. Not that he would fare any better than he had last time. The mundane building was like most mundane buildings to Tahc’s sensibilities. It was boring and dead, built to respect the prosaic demands of physics. Even given that it was a place that dealt with magic did not change that. But it was not the building that interested Tahc but what, or who in this case, might be in it. Something to use against the Magical Girl. As the Duke of Threes demanded. “You’re making a pretty big mistake,” someone said from behind her. Tahc spun, dropping down into a crouch, ready for a fight. Sitting on a nearby fence, in cat form, grooming herself calmly, was Tac. “Calm down sis. Not here to kick your ass, this time.” Tahc did not let her guard down. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you.” “That’s funny, that you think I want your forgiveness.” A soft growl came from Tahc throat. Tac sighed, stretched, her claws deeply marking the top of the steel fence. “I’m here to give you good advice.” “You? Good advice?” Tac smiled her smug, cat smile. “You should abandon the Duke of Threes while you still can.” “You? Suggesting being disloyal? I am surprised,” she answered with sarcasm. “The man is not who he is telling you, and he is playing dangerous games. Games that will get you killed.” “Like you would care.” “I don’t, but mom will bitch at me if you end up violin strings and she finds out I did not attempt to warn you off. I am completely selfish.” Tahc paused. “You are selfish,” she agreed. “But you are also doing your job, trying to help the Magical Girl.” “Ha!” Tac laughed. Tahc took a surprised step back. “I’m done with Kristine.” “What?” “I’ve taught her everything she needs to know to be a Nursery Knight. I’ve taught her far too much in fact. But the point is I am done with her. My duties as her Liaison have ended.” Staring at her sister Tahc knew she was telling the truth. With a nod, Tac told her, “I’m going back to the Magical Realm, and with luck, Gorgeous will be good to her word and let me go back to the floozies and booze. If I am lucky, I will never see Kristine St. James, Nursery Knight and whiney bitch ever again. So this is the last time I will say this, cut your ties and run.” A sincere and serious Tac was not something that Tahc was used to seeing. In fact, she would have said such a thing impossible. And yet there they were. Shaking her head Tahc told her, “My loyalty is not so cheap.” “Mom can’t say I never tried.” Tac sitting on the fence smiled in a way that no cat likely would, at least outside of the Magical Realm and Wonderland. She faded away and as usual got the last word in with a parting, “I hope the Duke’s dick is big.” And then Tac was gone. “I’m not so shallow,” she told the empty space where Tac had been. For several seconds Tahc stood there, thinking about her sister’s warning. She shook her head, dispelling her doubts. Took a deep breath, clearing her mind. “Why wouldn’t the Duke keep things from me? I am a servant after all. I am fine with that.” It sounded persuasive to her. She walked to the building, put her hand on the door. It was locked; however that was not an impediment. A shift of her finger against the handle and the door unlocked, the mundane alarm system was shut off, and the magical one was not powerful enough to spot her. Tahc walked into the lobby, looking around. It had a tired look, with clean but dull black and white tiles on the floor, and a high ceiling of much-patched plaster. No one was around, the security desk near the elevators unattended. She crossed the lobby until she stood in front of the elevators. She looked up at the floor numbers for a moment, then reached out and pressed the call button. The doors slid open immediately. Once in Tahc touched the button for the ninth level. It was a short ride up to a floor that looked just as tired but well cared for as the lobby. She walked along the corridor, came to a stop in front of a door. An unremarkable slab of wood. Tahc opened it, stepped in. There was an empty reception room, doors to offices, it all looked pretty much like any office. She shifted forms to a cat. Leapt onto the section desk and then down into the waiting room. She stopped in front of the door to the bathroom and meowed loudly. The door opened a crack, a woman with dark hair and skin looked out. “Hello,” Tahc said. “Shit, a talking cat.” “My name is Tac,” Tahc lied. “I’m Kristine’s liaison, she sent me to get you to a new, safer place.” Crumpling under her, windows breaking, Kristine almost split the car in two. She had been flung into it by a giant. Not on the class of a War Titan, but the thing was likely twenty feet tall and made up of bone and muscle. She levered herself out of the dent she had made, got back to her feet. The Giant was walking towards her, but at twenty feet with a stride easily half that it covered a great deal of distance. “Okay, if you want to fight.” Kristine held out her hand, and the war mace appeared in it. With the weapon raised above her head, she charged the giant. With a bellow that shattered glass all around the giant lifted its massive club into the air. The club was a powerful weapon, she already knew that from the earlier hit she had taken. The giant swung it down at her, and when it hit the blow broke the road, tossing up sewer pipes, water mains and underground cables. What it did not do was smear Kristine all over that broken material. Having teleported at the last instance she put herself by the giant’s ankle, and as most of its weight came down on that foot as it hit the road, Kristine swung mightily. Her war mace shattered bones, and the giant pitched forward, crying out in pain. And it fell, face leading, towards Kristine, who had just teleported into the perfect position for her next strike. With a grunt of effort that filled the seat of her diaper, she caught the giant a solid smack that snapped its head to the side and sent it flying the opposite direction. Breathing heavily, diaper sagging, Kristine waited to see if the giant would get up again. It did not. “Who ith going to pay to fix all this?” she wondered, looking around at the destruction her and the giant’s fight had wrought. Hopefully, it would be the Duke of Threes. She heard the sound of sirens and wondered what the mundane authorities could do about the fight. It was really something a team of Magical Girls should be handling. She was there. Did the city have any other Magical Girls? She could not recall having heard of any operating in the city. Well, until such people arrived, it was up to her. But first, she needed to change her diaper. The Magical Girl was doing well. The Duke of Threes watched as his forces were taken down, one group at a time. Perhaps he should have gathered them into a single army. But he had not expected Kristine to fight. He had thought small groups could better chase her to ground. But she was not running. Still, while he had not expected it, he had not entirely discounted it. So she would tire herself out on his forces, and then when she finally faced him she would be at a disadvantage. He felt confident in this plan. Thought that he was hidden from her. Kristine surprised him when she attacked. Coming out of the sky, invisible, only a last moment twinge of a well-trained danger sense gave him time to defend himself. His golden sword whispered out of its sheath and came up to block Kristine’s attack. Her mace crashed into his blade. The roof of the building cracked under his feet. He saw her appear above him as her pacifier slipped out of her mouth, seeming to float above him, held up by the opposing force of sword and mace. Then she was gone, and the Duke of Threes swept his sword out behind him, parrying her strike at his back. Before he could counter she teleported again, came at his unguarded side. Even as he moved to block, she winked out and was on his other side. She teleported so quickly it was as if he was fighting two of her, three of her, four of her… The mace slipped around his guard and tagged his right leg, nearly taking out his knee. Spinning with the impact to lessen it, he stole energy from her attack and sent it back at her, his blade slashing across her chest. The armour was better than he would have expected, for his cut failed to cut her dress or her. Still, it was a solid blow, and it sent her stumbling back. He moved to take advantage, but she was gone, teleported away before he could capitalise on the strike. And it let her reset the fight and take away the momentum he had hoped to gain. Another series of blows and again she hit him, and again he countered and hit her. He would not have believed that they seemed to be in a state of stalemate. But he still had forces in play. Once they arrived they would break the impasse they found themselves in. Looking about, waiting to see which direction she would attack from, he called out, “Give me what I came for Kristine, what you took. We can end this peacefully.” She stood on the edge of the building, a waxing moon over her right shoulder. Diaper peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress, which seemed to glitter in the moonlight. He had to admit she was magnificent. A loss that he had not added her to the Nursery Garden’s collection. “That will be a little difficult,” she told him. “Not at all. Give me what you stole.” The Duke of Threes knew that his forces were converging on the place. The first should arrive soon. If she would not give up the True Gold voluntarily, he would make her once she was beaten. She smiled and held up the mace. As it spun in her hands, it glittered in the moonlight in the same manner as her dress had. He frowned. The way the light caught the dress and the mace, he has seen that effect before. His frowned deepened. “Do you underthtand why I can’t?” she asked, grounding the mace, no, a war mace, between her feet. “You little bitch,” he said, taking a few steps towards her, lifting his sword. “Ithn’t it amazing what chaos magic can do?” she asked. The apparent non sequitur gave him pause and halted his step. “What are you talking about?” “Chaos magic created thith thing called Refined True Gold, added it to my clothing, my weaponth, even my pacifier.” “You refined it?” He could not believe it. “Refined what?” she asked in a tone of innocence. “It jutht appeared. No need for anyone to ever wonder where it came from, cauthe it was created whole cloth from chaos.” The Duke of Threes stared at her. She had just explained away True Gold, gave it a reason to have appeared out of nowhere. Gave no one a reason to investigate where it had actually come from. The action protected him, but the Duke of Threes knew that she had done it to protect the other Nursery Knights. He also knew that the only way he was going to get the Refined True Gold and all the power it represented was to take it from Kristine’s corpse. So be it. Power kept concealed broke free of the bonds he had put on it. The air around him snapped with a plasma created by his magic. Even at a distance, he could see Kristine’s eyes, saw how they widened at the display of power. He moved, crossing the space between them in a moment. He struck her just before she teleported. The energy imparted on her remained when she appeared again and was sent crashing into another building a block away. The Duke of Threes sprung after her, a blur as he moved. So fast, Kristine thought, shaking the bits of tempered glass from her hair. She had assumed he was holding back when he had first fought her, but never to such an extent. And he was coming at her. With a flicker, she teleported away just before he came crashing down where she had been. He followed her, somehow only a step away when she reappeared. Her war mace came up and met the sword with a crash. They stood, each pushing at the other. Then the Duke shifted, moving his blade away. Kristine stumbled, almost fell, felt a burning across her back of her thighs as he slashed her. It was a question of skill, Kristine thought, wincing at the pain. He had more of it. She continued her fall, teleporting away. This time she did not try to stay close but put herself on the roof of a building several blocks away. The Duke of Threes was following, but as fast as he was, it would take him at least a few seconds to reach her. Summoning her magic bag, she reached into it, what she wanted right at the top. After pulling out three, cloth dolls, she dismissed the bag. The toys, like much of her gear, had benefitted from the refined True Gold, for Mr Bear stitched up the dolls like he had her dress. Tossing the toys out she chanted, “Tea Time Party Guethts!” As the Duke of Threes approached her, almost seeming to fly, the dolls all grew, each one becoming a perfect copy of Kristine. The Duke, presented with four targets, was at an immediate disadvantage. He made a bad choice, and when his sword struck there was a ‘poofing’ sound, and the doll returned to its previous size. Coming up behind him Kristine brought the war mace down on his back. The Duke was quick, managed to shift, so the weapon caught him a glancing blow. However, a glancing blow with the mace sent him crashing to the ground, a significant dent in his armour. Kristine snatched up the fallen doll. “Fweeze Tag Rules,” she chanted and kissed the toy. Another ‘poof’ and the doll was once more a perfect copy of Kristine. The four of them moved about, around the Duke as he got to his feet. He settled into a defensive stance, his sword stabbing out as each of the attackers if they came close, but at the same time keeping his defence in place. It was only after several passed when Kristine saw another opening. She got another hit on the Duke, her mace partial crushing one his pauldrons, likely hurting his shoulder. But he took out one of her dolls and managed to counter, leaving deep cut along the right side of her face. Before Kristine could enact freeze tag rules again, the Duke grabbed the fallen doll and jammed it into his belt where Kristine would have trouble getting to it. With only two decoys the next set of blows proved more difficult, and Kristine and the Duke each managed the wound each other, giving as good as they got. To Kristine’s benefit, she managed to drive the Duke’s sword down and out of guard long enough to snatch her doll away from him and give it a kiss. Four matching girls stood around the duke, each bloodied and breathing heavily, with diaper drooping low below the hems of skirts. This time Kristine combined invisibility and teleportation, using her three dolls as a distraction. She lost all three of them in a matter of seconds but hit the Duke of Threes hard enough to send his sword spinning out of his hands and then a solid blow against his head. A testament to the Duke’s durability that the strike did not kill him. It knocked him to the rooftop they were fighting on, near the edge. Kristine approached him, war mace lifted above her head, not quite sure what she was going to do. Then she heard a scream. A voice she recognised. Darkness and distance did not matter to her sight. On the roof of a building, perhaps a block away and twenty meters down Tahc held Olivia, holding her dangling over the drop. Then she pushed Olivia off, and Olivia fell and screamed. Kristine did not think. She teleported across the distance, grabbed hold of Olivia. Something hit her, lines of pain across her face and her right eye was full of blood. More blows fell across her as she tried to curl her small body around Olivia as they fell. Tahc had leapt from the roof just after Olivia. Had plummeted along with her, waiting for Kristine to appear. It was insane and brilliant, and her sharp claws left painful wound behind that stole Kristine’s ability to concentrate. Just before they hit she turned to take the force of the fall and managed a quick spell, ‘Bounthy Mattreth Fun Time’. Olivia took some bruises, and Kristine broke some bones, but it could have been worse. Pushing Olivia away Kirstine stumbled to her feet, her war mace suddenly in her hand. When Tahc, who had of course landed safely on her feet, came at her, Kristine hit her, as hard as she could. The woman had hurt Olivia. That was not right. Tahc was folded around the war mace before she was flung off to go crashing into a wall, leaving cracks in the surface as she slid bonelessly down. A war cry echoed through the area, volume enough to break windows. Kristine looked up to see the Duke of Threes descending towards her, white and gold fire all around him. He fell towards her like a comet. She stood on shaky legs, watching. “Mr Bear,” she called out. The Duke flashed down, white and gold fire intercepted by fur that shone like the blonde hair of a fairy tale princess. Mr Bear, thick arms held in front of him, took the full force of the blow, shielding Kristine and Olivia. The power of the attack rolled around them like a bomb had gone off. But Mr Bear stood there, only sliding back a few steps. “You put refined True Gold into a toy golem?” The Duke of Threes said incredulously. “I put motht of the refined True Gold into Mr Bear.” Brown fur gone blonde, and once black eyes shining like gold coins, Mr Bear still looked like a wonderfully soft toy. He did not act like it, and with a sweep of a paw sent the Duke of Threes stumbling away. “This won’t be enough,” the Duke told her, a golden sword in his hand. “Todayth the Day the Teddy Bearth Have Their Picnic!” Mr Bear was enhanced by refined True Gold, so the copies of him were improved as well. Where before they were uncertain copies, now each one was clearer, more dangerous because of it. The bears surrounded them as Mr Bear continued to stand in front of Kristine. The spell had taken a lot out of her, and Kristine had never felt more like a little girl in a wet diaper, desperately wanting to cry. She wanted someone to change her, and pat her on the head, and tell her it would be okay. She wanted that so badly. Somehow she did not show it. Somehow she stood there, still holding her war mace, looking like she was ready to get back to the fight, supported by the Teddy Bears Picnic. The Duke of Threes must have believed it. He did not tell her he would be back, did not threaten her, he just disappeared, returned to the Magic Realm. The war mace fell from her hand, and she fell backwards. Somehow Mr Bear was there to catch her. She nuzzled against golden fur that smelt like summer and sunshine and passed out. Wounds healed, for some who had the benefit of magic they healed very fast. The memories were a little more difficult for some. Many had been hurt in the strange magical attack on the city. In the days that followed a strange Magical Girl was seen, providing healing for the injured and magically repairing the damage to property. There were questions addressed to the Magical Realm. No answers came, beyond that, such a thing would likely not happen again. Olivia was one of those whose physical wounds were dealt with quickly and who lived with troublesome memories for some time after. Moving into the house with Kristine helped a lot. She still did not trust cats. Weeks later Kristine woke in her bed, Olivia gently rubbing the back of her diaper. “Get up sleepy head,” she said. They shared a bed, chastely, except for things like the diaper rubbing which really did it for Kristine, though she did not tell Olivia that. “I’m up,” Kristine mumbled, face in the pillow. Olivia gave her a light slap on the thigh below her diaper and then got out of the bed. “Get Mr Bear to change you,” she said. Olivia might change a wet diaper, but never a dirty one. As her, well, more than a roommate, not quite a lover, went to shower, Kristine called to Mr Bear to change her. The room did not have an actual changing table, and Mr Bear lay out a pad on the floor to change her. Kristine had been strongly tempted to get a changing table, to magic one up or alter something medical, but she had wisely let Olivia make all the furnishing decisions. Not too long after the two were sitting in the kitchen, having breakfast. Mr Bear, among all his other skills, was an excellent cook. And he had not ever once tried to serve ‘baby food’. Kristine, wearing a fresh diaper and a sweatshirt that did not hide it, sat on a booster, tucking into the Eggs Benedict and hash-browns. Olivia, in the skirt of a dark blue suit and a white blouse, was reading through some notes as she ate across from Kristine. “What are you up to today?” Kristine asked. “Depositions on the Hardy class action case.” Kristine forked some hash-browns into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. “That’th the tenants thuing for that building I kind of wrecked?” “You didn’t wreck it, that as all on that crazy Duke.” “I don’t get it. The Magic Realm compenthated everyone, paid for all the damage. Apologised, kind of, even.” “The tenants argue that Hardy Construction cut corners that should have not been cut when a magical threat was predictable.” “Really?” Kristine asked. Olivia took a drink of her orange juice. “Really.” “If the building code changeth that is going to be a nightmare.” “Tell me about it. I am thinking of changing my speciality. There is going to be a lot of money on the table around construction and building updates.” “You’ll be able to keep me in the thtyle I have become accustomed to,” Kristine said with a wink as she stuffed a too big piece of her meal into her mouth. Olivia smiled. “You keep yourself in the style you are accustomed too quite readily.” She looked at her watch and then began to gather up her papers. “I got to run.” Kristine chewed fast, swallowed, almost choked, and got out, “When are you gonna be back?” “Late. Everyone is meeting tonight for drinks and debauchery.” Olivia shoved the papers into a folder and then the folder into her briefcase. “You should come.” “What?” “You got that freaky ID. We’ll sit at the bar knocking back tequilas and freaking out the norms. It will be adorable.” “No thanks. And I’d have to meth with the memories of everyone there or your career would be in danger.” “So?” “Not going to do that to my friendth.” Olivia stood, smiled wickedly. “You think they are your friends? That’s cute. You should hear what they said about you when you disappeared.” Kristine wanted to deny it, but she supposed there was some truth to it. Everyone articling was more or less competition. “Well thtill, I don’t want to do it.” “Fine, spoilsport.” Olivia winked and grabbed her suit jacket on the way out of the kitchen. “See you later Kristine,” she called. “Bye-bye,” Kristine said. She heard the sound of Olivia leaving, the front door opening and closing. Kristine finished her breakfast, then rinsed the dishes (she had a step stool to better reach the sink) and put them in the dishwasher. Not long after she was leaving the house herself, dressed in a cute skirt and blouse, a pair of thick training panties hidden under the pleated, black material. A black cat at the end of the driveway made her pause, but it was just the neighbour’s Bombay. She knew that Tac was gone, apparently abusing her expense account on booze and floozies, according to Gorgeous. But she could never trust a black cat was just a black cat now. A taxi was waiting for her, taking her into the downtown core. Her mornings were often spent into window-shopping, and actual shopping, time at the library, and usually a simple lunch in some nice, but never fancy, restaurant. At least once she would need to change her training panties. Kristine would spend her afternoons in her Magical Girl guise. She helped where she could, kept a low profile. Being a Nursery Knight was still an embarrassment and having to talk to people, in her apparent diapers, always left her deeply flushed. Sometimes during those afternoon patrols, she would meet another Magical Girl. She had met several other Magical Girls since the Duke of Three’s attack. They had come to investigate, their own territories close enough that what happened in the city interested them. Almost every one of them was a jerk. Too pretty teens (at least they looked like teens) who looked down their noses at her and commented that Magical Girls who wore diapers could not be expected to do anything useful. Fortunately, she did not see them much. The one exception was one of the Army Girls: Magical Girl Air Power. She had recognised Kristine’s power and was always respectful. That afternoon Kristine found her near the park, up on the roof of an office tower. “Hello Pauline,” Kristine called, using Air Power’s real name. Pauline was tall, with long legs, and a short skirt to show them off. Her hair was, not surprisingly, jet black, and her uniform was themed like a fighter plane. “Afternoon Kristine. How are you?” “I’m okay. You?” “Yeah, I’m okay.” Kristine stepped up beside her, looking down at the park. It all seemed pretty quiet. “The Duke of Thwees is not coming back.” “You can’t be sure,” Pauline said. Apparently, the city was in the geographic region that Magical Girl Air Power was responsible for. That the Duke of Threes had caused so much trouble there and she had not been there to stop it was something Pauline took personally. “Gorgeous told me that he’th been threatened with exile if he tries again.” Pauline nodded. “Still, he did it once.” It was a conversation they had had before. Kristine changed the subject, telling Pauline about the Magical Realm. She had learned that not many Magical Girls ever travelled to the Magical Realm. Pauline enjoyed hearing about it, and Kristine had seen so many things. “Do you want to go back?” Pauline asked. They sat on the edge of the roof, unnoticed, legs dangling down. Kristine’s diaper had become warm and damp around her bottom. “Go back? I don’t know. Maybe? I mean, I’m in a relationthhip.” “With that mortal woman?” Kristine nodded. “Those relationships never work out.” “What?” Pauline shrugged her shoulders in a pretty manner. “It’s just how it is, magic and mortal, we’re too different. It’s why most Magical Girls end up hooking up with each other.” “Well, maybe Olivia and I will be different.” But they were different, Kristine could not deny that. “I hope you will be.” She smiled. “I’d like to go to the Magical Realm.” “Why don’t you?” “I get the feeling that I would not be welcomed if I was not invited.” “Has anyone ever thaid that?” Kristine asked her, curious. Pauline shook her head. “No, like I said, it is just a feeling.” She stood up. “Thanks for the talk Kristine.” “Thure,” Kristine said, looking up at her. Pauline smiled down. “Call me if you think the Duke of Threes is active here.” Then she stepped off the side of the building and instead of falling flew upwards, fast. She reached subsonic speeds in seconds, and was high above the city before she broke the sound barrier. People on the street were looking up, perhaps wondering if they heard thunder. Kristine stood and teleported away. In the Magical Realm, in the Duchy of the Duke of Threes, an agent of the Eleven inspected the Nursery Garden, to make sure the Nursery Knights were not doing anything they should not. One of Gorgeous’s Liaisons was there as well, to make sure the Magical Girls were being taken care of. The Duke of Threes was unfailingly polite and a proper host. He let nothing of his anger show. And when they were gone, he looked at the Garden and asked himself, not for the first time, how Magical Girls became more powerful. Kristine had spoken of that but had not told him how it happened, just that it was the nature of Chaos Magic. There were details of Magical Girls that were kept secret, and Chaos Magic in itself refused to be properly understood. Tahc might know. But he did not know if she would tell him or could tell him. He would not be surprised if the Liaisons were sworn to secrecy, enforced by a Death Geas. He would ask. The Duke of Threes had been plagued by those thoughts since his retreat from the Mundane Realm. Kristine’s power, the stolen True Gold, and what he could do about it. The girls were watching him, standing near Colleen. They knew things had changed, of course, they did. They just did not know why. And it was not as if he could tell them. Or perhaps he could tell them. At least something that could be made to benefit him. He walked towards them, smiling, and then dropped to one knee in front of Annie, the leader who had no reason to lead. He looked at all of them and then said, “Girls, I wanted to protect you from anything, but I cannot, not as much as I hoped, though you need not worry. You are in no danger for the moment.” The girls looked at him, concerned. “Why?” Annie asked. He reached out and gently brushed her cheek. “It is because of Kristine. She left here, cause she was angry that you were happy, and she took what you worked so hard for.” He had not spoken of Kristine to them, and as far as he knew Colleen had just told them she had left. “Kristine did that?” Betty asked, her small fists tightening. “She did.” “But Kristine, well, maybe she was not happy, but she was not like that,” Fiona said. Vicky nodded. Not a surprise that the Nursery Knight’s thinker and the one best at reading people would question him. But they were innocent children in most ways. “Kristine was not like the rest of you. She did not help you fight the Nightmare King after all.” “But she said her Liaison was late,” Fiona said. “Drunk,” Mandy added. “Do you really believe that?” The girls all looked uncertain. “I am afraid Kristine will try to cause more harm here. I don’t know where she is, or what is doing. And some people are trying to keep me from finding that out. I am worried she might try to hurt you, to hurt Colleen, to hurt me.” Betty stepped forward, soft jaw set in a manner that was both adorable and determined. “We won’t let her. We’ll fight her.” With the words out the other Nursery Knights nodded. Annie said, “Can Colleen train us to be better fighters? So we can be ready for her.” The Duke of Threes smiled. “Of course she can.” Now, all he had to do was find out how Magical Girls became more powerful. There were possibilities here. He just needed to work them out, and how he would benefit from them.

Does anyone here enjoy wearing child-like underwear? I've gotten some Marvel Comic briefs from H&M Stores, as well as some colored briefs from American Apparel that I love to use during role play. plus, it feels more child like to have an accident in them rather than in my normal boxers.

College or Cribs- By Personalias Prologue: Apartment Aaaaaaaaand done! Save save save save. Spellcheck. Save save save save! Run it through Turnitin.com to prove against plagarism. Submit. Gooaaaaal! Christopher Cole IV threw his hands up in the hair and spun around in his leather backed swivel chair. With the sun a mere thirty minutes away from rising, Chris had done it: Chris had just turned in his final term paper for his junior year of college. On top of that, this was a particularly difficult semester. Chris's academic advisors even frowned upon Chris's decision to double up his work load and not take summer courses. Chris didn't listen. He didn't drop a single course, and now, his face illuminated only by the soft glow of his computer screen, Chris had finished the superhuman task of finishing not one but 6 different term papers- all for pre-med classes. It had taken incredible endurance, next to no offline social life, an addiction to caffine that bordered on suicidal, and roommates who were practically strangers, but Chris had finished what had to be, hands down, the toughest semester of his life. Now, he reasoned, he could make the long drive home, see his family, spend a lazy summer with his old high school friends, and not have to give a second thought about applying to Med School till September. Mission Accomplished. Chris was about to fling open his door and do a victory dance and parade himself through the living room of his college apartment, but thought better of it when he looked down and realized he was still wearing a Bambino. The adult diaper with baby blocks stenciled in the front hung heavily between his legs. The two tapes on each side kept the garment firmly in place, but it still felt as if it were less fastened on, and more clinging to his waist for dear life. That's what happened when you completely soaked a diaper to its limits. Chris needed a change. Badly. But this diaper was the last one he'd be wearing for a while, and for good reason. Christopher Cole IV was an adult baby, (though he shuddered at the thought of being an "adult" anything). Before that he was a teen baby, before that he was a kid that fantasized about being treated as a baby. The point is, Chris had wanted to be a baby ever since he could remember not being one. Chris wasn't even sure why. He hadn't had a particularly bad life, as far as he could recount. His dad was a doctor, and made a lot of money to provide for the family. His mom had died of breast cancer when he was just eight, but Chris knew for a fact that he had had these desires long before. He had never gone hungry a day in his life, never been abused, and never had responsibility that he hadn't asked for. Granted, his main reason for wanting to become a doctor had been driven by the fact that he liked expensive things, wanted to afford more, and that his dad had been a doctor, as had his grandfather. So there was a little subliminal pressure there- but who didn't deal with that kind of stuff? No one, that's who. Bottom line: There was no good reason why Chris should have this fetish, yet he did. The sexual side of him was attracted to the vulnerability aspect and lack of control. It was like SnM but without the nasty and uncomfortable elements of whips and chains. Same play engine, different graphics. Kind of like how anyone who has played a Final Fantasy Game can pick up Pokemon in a jiffy. It was also more familiar to him too, and therefore more believable. Chris had never been in a dungeon before, but he had been in a nursery. The non-sexual part of him was also fascinated with the "life style". No control also meant no responsibility whatsoever. No responsibility meant no stress. As a baby, all Chris had to worry about was his own stimulation, entertainment, and relaxation without worrying about the needs or feelings of others. It was a wonderfully selfish thought. The versatility of the scenarios intrigued him to no end. It ould be amazingly humiliating and stressful, more relaxing than a day at the spa or with a mommy figure involved, completely intimate. Really, this thing had something for everybody. Why wasn't this thing more mainstream? Unfortunately, the reality of the situation was that it wasn't mainstream to be an Adult Baby. Chris realized at a young age, that his wishes to return to infancy were not reciprocated by his peers, or encouraged by adults. He was supposed to be a big boy, followed by a kid, followed by a tween then teen, then adult. And so he was and did his best to appear to be. So he shut that side of himself off from the rest of the world, figuring himself to be a freak of some sort...maybe this was how pedophiles started. It wasn't until freshman year that he stumbled onto the scene and then began to realize he wasn't the only one. He reached out to them, the kindred spirits that shared his fascination and desires. There wasn't a message board safe from his pressence. Pretty soon, he learned tricks how to enjoy himself and keep it secret from the rest of the world. He opened up a P.O. box to have specialty supplies shipped to, and only brought them in the house when his roommates were gone or sure to be asleep. He had an alternate email account for purposes of communicating with his fellow AB's and confirmation emails on certain products. He deleted his internet browsing history every time he logged off; and fortunately the specialty companies and community were every bit as paranoid as he was; with nondescript company names showing up on his credit card bills instead of "AB Fetish Supplies". All in all, it was a good setup. But Chris was going home now. That meant that if he wanted to keep his secret to the best of his ability, he had to go off grid completely while at his dad and step mom's place. No telling how they would react if they found out, not to mention his friends, little sisters, and Sherry. Sherry had been his high school sweetheart, and they had managed to keep up a long distance relationship, despite going to separate colleges. They made sure to visit each other during Thanksgiving, Christmas, their respective Spring Breaks, this past year, Sherry even gave him a surprise visit for Valentine's Day. (She had no idea how close she was to finding his secret stash, thank God for dirty clothes.) Chris knew in his heart that he would have this summer, and maybe the next summer to have freetime with Sherry. After that, Medical School would consume his life. That would be the real test of their relationship. Chris shook his head to clear the cobwebs out. Damn inner monologue. He'd been standing at the door in just a diaper for the past five minutes at least. The point was, he had a different life to live, and no one could find out his secret. Not his roommates, not his friends back home, not his family, and not Sherry. Especially not Sherry. It'd be over if she found out. It would just have to be. So he'd just have to go on one of the classic binge and purge cycles that were common in the fetish. He had just spent the last several nights holed up in his apartment room, wearing the last of his adult diapers. Then he'd toss them all out, sign off on the various AB message boards he was a member of, and go have a summer getaway from college. Simple as that. Chris listened through the door to hear if there was any noise coming through the rest of the apartment. He could hear the TV going still. Either one of his roomies was going for some all-night marathon, or just as likely they fell asleep on the couch. He'd actually probably have a better time sneaking the stuff out and into the garbage around noonish when his roommates would be moving out for the summer themselves, going to their last classes, or passed out...speakng of which it was about that time and the thriteen Red Bulls he had chgged was finally wearing off. So in nothing but a sodden Bambino, Christopher Cole IV locked the door to his room, just in case, and passed out on top of his bed, just slipping off to sleep as the first rays of daylight peaked out into the sky.

@YourFNF gave me this idea: "I've had this recurring fantasy about a girl who's mommy owns a tech startup and she's basically treated as a Little by the whole office...." and "Like I picture in one scene she's introduced to a new client who turns out to be daddy with his own little boy and is made to me mess herself.." I gathered from the verbiage that this was more than likely intended to be set in the diaper dimension, but I don't fuck around with that place, so I went a slightly different route. I sincerely hope my attempt is good in your eyes. I had fun writing something that someone else pitched, and will be doing it at least two more times in the near future for ideas from @Wannatripbaby and possibly @foofybabykitten, I say possibly because the idea was given on DA and the names are similar but I don't know for certain if they're the same person. Anyway, no one dies in this one, and there aren't any horrible things, just good old fashioned smut! Enjoy and leave a comment if you feel like it, shoot me a PM with story ideas you'd like to see written, I don't do commissions, so any idea you give me is free and such and such. Take Your Child To Work Day By: RambleLamb "This is stupid." Belinda grumped from the passenger seat of the car. "I don't see why I have to do this, I'm not a kid anymore." she added. Her mother sighed and reached over to gently rub her daughter's shoulder as the girl sat with her arms folded across her chest. "No one said you were a kid, Belle, but like it or not, you are my daughter and the head of the company should set an example by participating in things like this." she said. Belinda sighed, her pout turning into a sneer as she turned to glare at her mother. "Fine, but you are forbidden from calling me "Belle" while we're there." she spat. Her mother removed her hand from her daughter's shoulder. "I don't see what the big deal is, you used to love that nickname." she said, more than a little saddened by her daughter's negative attitude. Belinda scoffed. "Yeah, when I was four and loved Beauty and the Beast, mom." she said. "I'm in college now, not preschool." she added, turning her attention out her window to scowl at the world as it passed her by. Diana felt the anger rise up in her. "I think you mean that you were in college, Belle." she corrected. "Typically when you fail out of all your classes and have to move back to your parent's house they stop considering you a student." she added, hoping to quell her daughter's sour mood with a harsh dose of realism. Over the last two months Belinda had been dealing with the shame of having to move back in with her parents after spending too much time partying and not enough time studying and attending classes while away at college. With nothing but time on her hands as she'd been unable to find work, Belinda had more or less regressed to her teenage self, hanging out around the house and accomplishing next to nothing with her time. Her attitude had also taken a severe nosedive, this morning's tantrum just one of many over the last two months. When she'd gotten into an argument with her parents about her lack of a job, she'd told her mother that, as the owner of the small but quite successful tech startup company, she should just give her a job which brought them back to the subject of her failure at school and her mother pointing out that she wasn't going to give her a job just because she was the owner and Belinda was her daughter. When the subject of the "take your child to work" day came up Belinda had rejected the idea, but Diana was steadfast in her decision and offered to treat it as a day long interview, to see if Belinda could handle being a secretary or personal assistant and if she could she'd be allowed to interview for the position with all the other potential candidates and if she truly was the best for the job then she'd have it. Belinda viewed it as a secret way for her mother to give her a job but make it look like she wasn't doing so because she was Belinda's mother, and finally consented to going to work with her mother for the day. The morning had started off on the wrong foot to begin with, Belinda having neglected to set her alarm the night before as her mother had told her to do, and then whining and complaining about how early it was when her mother had come in to wake her while she was getting herself ready for the day. All of this culminated in Belinda rushing her shower, not bothering to wash her hair, and throwing on her favorite t-shirt and jeans without considering that maybe the fact that she'd picked them up off her bedroom floor, but with them already running behind, her mother begrudgingly said nothing to her daughter as they made their way to the car. "Look, Belle, I know you're having a tough time right now, but if you made a little bit of an effort to present yourself as an adult-" her mother had begun to say before her daughter had turned to face her. "Are you fucking kidding me, mom?! How am I supposed to present myself as an adult when I'm sleeping in my old bedroom and having to answer to you and dad like a fucking child?!" Belinda snapped, her eyes wide with anger and brimming with hot tears of frustration and embarrassment. The car pulled to a stop in the parking garage and Diana squealed to a stop in her spot before getting out of the car and moving to Belinda's side where she threw the door open and reached inside to unbuckle her daughter's seatbelt. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Belinda screamed, the cry ringing out in the parking garage. "Something I should have been doing from the start." Diana responded through gritted teeth as she pulled her daughter from the car by the wrist and yanked her to the front of the car where her latent maternal skills came back in full force as she bent Belinda over the hood and tugged her pants down, sighing when she saw her daughter had failed to put on underwear, and proceeded to deliver a dozen sharp swats to the girl's exposed backside, the cracks echoing off the walls and ceiling quickly joined by the desperate and humiliated cries of her daughter. "Fucking stop, mom, what the fuck?!" Belinda screamed as her pants were pulled down, followed by strings of profanity that rapidly devolved into pleading and further devolved until she was genuinely crying. Diana stopped after she was sure the message had gotten through and righted her daughter before throwing her arms around the girl and hugging her tightly. "I hope you realize that that was for your own good, Belle." she said quietly to her sobbing daughter, feeling the motion of the girl gently rubbing her stinging backside. "I told you not to call me that!" Belle whined between sobs, trying to pull free of her mother. Diana broke her embrace and looked her daughter square in the eyes, the younger and, at the moment, far more vulnerable woman trying to look away but having her chin gripped gently but firmly to hold her gaze in place. "I will call you Belinda when you act like my college aged daughter, until then, I think Belle is a very fitting name, wouldn't you agree, sweetie?" she asked, her tone soft and maternal but only slightly covering the seriousness and authority that she was exerting over her daughter. Belle sniffled. "I'm sorry, please give me another chance!" she pleaded as her tears rolled down her cheeks. Diana bent forward and pulled her daughter's pants up for her, the girl wincing and crying out in pain as the denim rubbed across her reddened backside. "If you can prove to me today that you're ready to be Belinda then I'll forget this ever happened." she said. Belle nodded. "Thank you." she said quietly. "But." Diana added. "If you fail to prove to me that you're ready to be an adult and that you're serious about wanting a job then your father and I are going to have to discuss what we're going to do with you." she said. Belle swallowed hard and nodded again. "I'll show you, I promise." she said. Diana kissed her daughter's forehead and went to the glovebox for some tissues to give the girl. "Dry your eyes and compose yourself and we'll head inside, okay?" she asked. Belle took the tissues and wiped her eyes, blowing her nose a few times before she handed the package of tissues back to her mother before they made their way into the office. Unbeknownst to either woman, Diana's parking space was situated right next to a security camera, and unbeknownst to either woman, said camera and the person watching the cameras had seen the whole show that Diana and her daughter had put on. ************************************************************************ "Belle, this is Patty, she's in charge of making sure everyone that visits gets a badge and finds their way around okay." Diana told her daughter as they stood before a girl that couldn't have been much older than Belle herself, though in comparison, Patty in her smart and professional looking business outfit consisting of a long black skirt and a modest blouse accompanying her high heels whereas Belle looked like she'd just rolled out of bed and was on her way to high school. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Belle!" Patty chirped happily. Belle held her tongue at having this girl use her childish nickname and feigned a smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Patty." she said. "I have to get to my office and check my schedule for the day, but Patty will show you around and get you set up and then I'll come find you so we can start your trial run, okay, sweetie?" Diana asked. Belle nodded and watched her mother depart, thankful that she might be able to salvage some of her adulthood without her around. "Okay, Belle, here's your visitor badge." Patty said as she clipped the laminated badge to Belle's shirt without asking. "That badge will let you into any door that has a blue circle above it." she explained, pointing to the blue circle above the door Belle and her mother had entered through. Belle again feigned a smile. "Thanks, Patty." she said. "Anytime, kiddo!" Patty chirped. "Now, why don't we take a quick tour and then we'll get you set up with the other kids." she said. "Other kids?" Belle asked. Patty nodded. "Oh yeah, we've got about seven of you guys visiting here today!" she said as she started walking away, beginning the previously mentioned tour. "First stop is the restroom, I know my other little tour goers needed that before we really started exploring." she said with a warm smile. Belle rolled her eyes. "I think I'll be fine, Patty." she said. "Why don't you just point me in the direction of my mom's office and I'll hang out there until she's ready for me." she added. Patty's smile faded. "No can do, kiddo, all the kids need to stay in room 1A until their parents come and get them." she said. "I'll take you there now if you don't want the grand tour though." she added, her perky tone replaced by one of fake sincerity as she had already had her fill of her boss's bratty daughter mere minutes after meeting her. "Fine." Belle said simply and followed Patty down the long hall to a boardroom, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw half a dozen or so children inside playing with various toys. The oldest one in the room didn't look like he was more than twelve while the youngest looked to be about three or four, a distinct bulge beneath the stretchy pants she wore beneath her ladybug print dress. "Nope, no fucking way am I going in there." Belle said bluntly. Patty ignored her and ran her badge over the reader, causing the door to slide open and the full volume within the room to come blaring out. "Have fun, kiddo." she said as she gave Belle a small push into the room just before the door slid closed. Belle turned and banged on the door, reaching for her badge and running it over the reader inside the room, getting a sharp buzz and a red light for her efforts. After five more tries she noticed Patty pointing upward and looked above the door to see a green square rather than a blue circle. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." she said. "You said a swear, I'm telling!" a young boy behind her exclaimed. Belle rolled her eyes and turned around. "Go ahead and tell, you little booger eater!" she shouted, causing many of the kids to gasp and the young boy to begin crying. Belle sighed and moved to him, kneeling down in front of him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry, buddy, please don't cry." she said, less concerned about the boy and more concerned that her mother would find out she'd already failed their agreement. "Leave me alone!" the boy wailed and shoved her hard in the chest. Given her current position, Belle was almost powerless to keep from falling backward onto her butt, the pain of the impact on her still tender backside bringing a cry of pain and a welling of tears to her eyes. "Jeez, you gonna cry because you got pushed by a kid half your size?" the oldest boy in the room asked with a scoff. Belle wiped her eyes. "Shut up, it just surprised me is all." she said, sounding very much like one of the younger children in the room rather than the adult she actually was. The boy nodded. "Whatever you say, crybaby." he said and turned his attention back to his phone. Belle fumed and got up from the floor, marching over to him and slapping the phone from his hands, sending it tumbling across the floor under the table in the center of the room. The boy stood up from his chair and proved to be nearly a head taller than Belle. "Pick it up." he commanded angrily as he stared her down. Belle felt her face flush as she turned to look for the phone, hoping this boy wasn't the type to hit girls when they made him angry. She lowered herself onto her knees and looked beneath the table, seeing the phone a few feet away in front of her and moving on her hands and knees toward it to reach out and pick it up. The door beeped and Patty entered suddenly, the sound of the beep and the door opening startling Belle and causing her to lift up and bang her head on the table, biting her tongue in the process. Yelping in both surprise and pain, Belle crawled forward the rest of the way and found herself looking up at Patty, meeting the standing woman's eyes and looking down as her face went red. "Well, I'm glad to see you're fitting in with the other children so well, Belle." Patty praised, her tone soft and kind, befitting an adult talking to a child. Belle stood up and glared at Patty, the insinuation that not only was she just like the other children but that she was also playing with them annoying her beyond what she could tolerate without speaking up. "Lithen hewe-" Belle began but abruptly stopped, clamping her hand over her mouth in surprise at the childish lisp she'd developed from biting her tongue. Patty covered her own mouth to stifle a laugh at what she'd just heard. "Yes, Belle? You were saying?" she cooed in mock sincerity. Belle fumed. "Thtop tawking do me wike I'm thum dumb kid!" she yelled. "Listen here, Belle, you will not raise your voice to me like that again, if you want to talk to me you can use your inside voice like a good girl." Patty said condescendingly. Belle growled and started to say something but Patty cast an icy stare her way and she instantly quieted. "I think you should apologize for your little tantrum, Belle." Patty told her. "Not just to me, but to your friends as well." Belle's expression soured and she shook her head. "I'm noth apowogizing thoo thum dumb kidth!" she spat. Patty nodded decisively. "Fine, then you can come with me and have a nice timeout to think about your behavior, young lady." she said as she reached out and took Belle by the hand firmly and began to tug her along behind her. "Hey, lemme go!" Belle squealed and pulled against Patty's iron grip, her shoes still sliding on the carpet of the meeting room as she fought against the stronger woman. Patty had had enough and released her hold of Belle sending the girl tumbling backward into the table, the edge hitting the backs of her thighs causing her to roll onto it and over it to the other side where she fell to the floor square on butt, a blinding white flash of hot pain jolting through her body the instant her spank damaged bottom connected with the unforgiving surface of thinly carpeted concrete. Belle wailed in pain, tears forming in her eyes instantly as they began to cascade down her cheeks. Patty sighed and rolled her eyes. "Good grief, Belle, I've seen toddlers that are less crybaby than you." she chided as she went around the table and stood above the sobbing girl with her legs splayed out in front of her and, looking down disapprovingly for a moment before kneeling down and putting her hands beneath the crying girl's armpits to hoist her to her feet. Belle's thoughts were spinning out of control as she was helped to her feet, she couldn't stop crying no matter how hard she wanted to, the pain in her bottom was almost too much to handle. She felt Patty take her by the hand and shuffled along behind her as she wiped her eyes and continued to cry. "Kids, I need to take care of Belle, but I'll be right back with some snacks for you guys, okay?" Patty said to the group of children after scanning her badge and opening the door. "Are you gonna make Belle take a nap?" one of the younger children asked innocently. "My mommy makes me take a nap when I throw tantrums." the little girl added. Patty looked at Belle thoughtfully and then turned back to the room. "You don't worry about Belle, we'll get her calmed down and then I'll bring her back here so she can apologize for being so disruptive." she explained. "In the meantime, thank you all for being so well behaved." she added before leading Belle from the room. As they walked down the hall Belle found it difficult to walk normally as her bottom throbbed and tingled with every step and she found it easier to walk in short little steps, shuffling her feet to avoid the flashes of pain that came with lifting her feet and bringing them down on the floor. "Someone told me an interesting story about you after I put you in the playroom." Patty said as she pulled Belle down the hall past the many cubicles and offices. "They told me that they saw you get quite a spanking from your mommy in the parking garage this morning." she continued, sure that Belle wasn't likely to engage in conversation as she was still sniffling and choking back sobs. Belle's blood ran cold. "Thumwon thaw dat?!" she lisped in a hushed whisper. Patty nodded. "Saw and recorded." she clarified as they reached her desk and she turned to face Belle. "Now, if you want that video to stay a secret, I think you need to work on doing a much better job of being a good girl for the rest of the time you're here." she said. Belle wanted to fight, but not at the risk of a video of her being spanked by her mother finding its way onto the internet or worse, her own social media pages. "I'wl be good." she said quietly. Patty nodded. "A smart choice, but we'll see if you can actually manage it." she said as she gave Belle's head a gentle pat and took the girl by the hand once again and continued on to the break room where she went to the fridge and pulled out a small stack of plastic containers and handed them to Belle. "You carry those and I'll get the drinks." she said. Belle took the containers and watched Patty grab a plastic bag containing a large bottle of soda, a jug of grape juice, and small pink lunch bag and then went to the cabinet and grabbed a small stack of plastic cups. "Now, when we get back to the playroom you're going to apologize to the other children for being a brat and serve them their snacks and once you've done that you'll sit on the floor like a good girl and eat your snacks, do you understand?" Patty asked. Belle blushed and nodded, completely humiliated but powerless to fight, choosing to agree and obediently follow behind Patty back to the playroom, entering the room after Patty unlocked the door. "Kids, Belle has something she'd like to say to you all." Patty said as the door closed behind them. Belle blushed again and looked down at the floor. "Thowwy fo being a bwat." she said quietly. "What?!" the oldest boy in the room called out as he put a hand to his ear. "Speak up, Belle." Patty commanded as she gave Belle a sharp swat on the behind. Belle yelped and almost dropped the containers in her hands as she jumped in surprise and pain. "Pweath fogib me fo being a bwat!" she squealed. The children nodded and all confirmed they forgave her and Patty smiled and patted Belle on the head. "Good girl, now set those down on the table before you drop them and I'll give you things to take to everyone." she said. Belle flushed and set the containers down on the table and stood silently as she watched Patty open the containers and pull out carrot and celery sticks, apple slices, a chocolate chip cookie to place them in a napkin and hand them to Belle. With the snack portion handed to her, Patty poured some grape juice into one of the plastic cups and handed it to Belle. "Juice goes to the little kids and soda goes to David because he's the oldest." she explained and gave Belle a gentle nudge to get her going. Belle moved to the end of the table in her same shuffling baby steps, watching the juice in the cup slosh around, worrying what Patty would do if she spilled any. "Set it on the table, Belle, little ones need to sit at the table for snack time." Patty told her as she prepared another snack and drink combo for Belle to take upon her return. Belle performed her task over and over until all the younger children were seated at the table with their snacks and juice, David, having come and gotten his own, was seated off in the corner looking at his phone while he ate. With her duties complete, Belle returned to Patty and waited for her own snack and drink and frowned when she was handed a cup of grape juice and led to a seat at the table. "Thith ith whath the withle kidth are having though." Belle protested. Patty nodded. "I think that with the way you've been acting today you're much closer in maturity to them over David." she replied bluntly. "Truth be told, I probably should have given you a sippy cup like Athena." she added, gesturing to the youngest girl in the room as she sucked down her juice from the princess themed pink sippy cup. Belle looked up at Patty with a scowl. "I'm not a baby!" she declared, sounding all too similar to a young child arguing their status to an adult after doing something that proved otherwise. "No?" Patty asked. "So, you haven't been a whiny brat all day? You weren't crawling on the floor when I came in here to get you to help me get the snacks? You haven't cried because you fell down on your bottom?" she asked and leaned in to whisper into Belle's ear. "You didn't get the spanking you obviously deserve and probably need a proper reminder of?" she asked. Belle seethed and shot up from her seat, slamming her hands down on the table in rage thinking Patty would finally understand that she'd had enough of this and was demanding to be treated like the adult woman that she was, but as she brought her hands down onto the table, her juice cup bounced toward her and spilled grape juice onto the bottom of her shirt and down the crotch and leg of her jeans creating a small pool on the gray carpet below. Patty sighed and went to grab several napkins,shoving them into Belle's hand. "Clean up that mess, young lady and then you're coming with me, I've had just about enough of your behavior today." she growled. Belle began wiping off the table and soaking up what she could from the floor before Patty grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the door. "David, please watch the kids while I handle this." she asked the oldest boy who had a wicked smirk on his face as he watched Belle awkwardly try and cover her stained pants. "Yes, ma'am, take as much time as you need." he said politely. Once through the door, Patty turned to face Belle. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" she asked in exasperation. Belle tried to look away but had her chin grabbed and her gaze guided back to Patty's. "I-" she started to say but was cut off. "Save it!" Patty shouted. "You and I are going straight to your mother to explain what a colossal brat you are." she proclaimed as she roughly grabbed Belle's hand and began to drag her along behind her. "No, pleathe donth!" Belle protested, cursing the fact that her tongue was still swollen from biting it earlier. Patty turned and faced her again. "And why shouldn't I?" she asked. Belle was starting to cry again. "I'm thowwy! Pweathe give me anotha chance, I'wl do anything!" she pleaded. Patty looked at her watch. "It's time for my lunch." she said. "If I use my personal lunch time to take you shopping for clean clothes do you promise to do everything I say and not argue with me no matter what?" she asked. Belle nodded and wiped her tears away. "I promith." she said. "If you do argue with me, for any reason whatsoever I will not only drag you right back here and dump you off in your mother's office, but you'll also get another spanking that will make the one your mother gave you feel like a tickle party." Patty threatened. "Am I understood, little girl?" she asked. Belle nodded again, cringing at being called a little girl and at the thought of being spanked by someone so close to her own age. "Yeth, ma'am." she said sullenly. "Good, then let's go." Patty said as she took Belle by the hand once more and led her to her desk to get her purse and then to the parking garage to her car. ************************************************************************ In the backseat of Patty's car, Belle watched the world outside, wondering why all of this was happening to her, cursing Patty and her mother for treating her like a child and looking disdainfully down at her stained clothes, angry that the table had been so flimsy that it couldn't manage to keep her drink cup on it after a little bang of her hands. Patty drove them in silence to a big box store and pulled into the parking lot before getting out and opening Belle's door for her, the child safety locks preventing her from doing so herself and took the girl by the hand once more. "You don't need to hold my hand." Belle told her, smiling as she realized her tongue had finally returned to normal and was allowing her to speak like an adult again. Patty stopped. "Strike one, Belle." she said coldly as she grabbed a cart from the nearby cart return. "Get in." she said simply. Belle looked at her incredulously but stayed still. "One." Patty said, placing her hands on her hips. Belle furrowed her brow, not understanding until Patty continued. "Two." Patty said. Belle looked at the cart and then to Patty. "You can't be serious." she said. "Two and a half." Patty continued, the look on her face deadly serious. Belle sighed and climbed up and into the cart, gingerly sitting in the large basket area before Patty took hold of the bar in front and nodded to her before pushing the cart forward to the entrance of the store. "From now on, resistance will be met with further reduction of status and privilege, young lady." Patty said. "I can't spank you here in the store, but I can make sure you understand that your actions have consequences." she added as they drove through the sliding doors and into the store. Belle sat glumly in the cart, avoiding looking up to see the face of people they passed, sure that everyone was staring at her, hoping no one was taking pictures of the grown woman riding in the cart like a child. The cart stopped in the Women's section and Patty looked at the clothes on the rack, modest skirts like hers mostly before Belle took notice and sighed. "Can I just have another shirt and jeans?" she asked. Patty grabbed the bar of the cart and moved out of the area and into the Girl's section to look at shirts appropriate for a high school aged girl. "These clothes are so ugly!" Belle moaned. Patty sighed and drove the cart further into the section, looking at more juvenile styles. "Nothing here will even fit me!" Belle whined as she looked around at the clothes on the racks meant for girls on the cusp of tweenhood. Patty looked down at Belle and just shook her head in disappointment as she pushed the cart to the back of the store and down the aisle dedicated to baby supplies. "Where are you taking us?!" Belle asked loudly. Patty stopped the cart and plucked a package from the little peg hook to her right and ripped it open before going to the side of the cart and pushing the item in her hand into Belle's mouth. Belle reached up to pull the pacifier from her mouth but had her hand slapped away by Patty. "If that leaves your mouth before I give you permission to take it out, you'll be standing in front of your mother when we get back to the office with a diaper on over your blistered butt, little girl." she threatened. Belle looked up at her with wide eyes and found only a stern and serious face looking down at her which made her shudder from fear and quietly suck the pacifier. Patty nodded, tossing the opened package into the cart. "I finally found the solution to my noise problem." she said smugly as she returned to the front of the cart and began pushing it again, turning around and driving back to the previous section to look at the juvenile clothing while Belle fumed with her arms folded across her chest. Several items were put into the cart beside her, Belle looking at the bright colors and prints with growing rage as she bit down on the pacifier bulb and glared up at Patty. The item that sent her over the edge was a light yellow pair of footed pajamas with Belle the princess on them, causing the real world Belle to climb over the side of the cart and spit the pacifier out. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm out of here!" she shouted. In one smooth motion Patty had grabbed her arm and dragged her to where the pacifier had landed, picking it up and stuffing it back into Belle's mouth before dragging her off to the restrooms, the errant woman behind her thrashing against the pull futilely as she again spit the pacifier out and was screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs causing everyone they passed to take notice. Patty led them to the women's restroom and shoved the door open with a loud bang before hauling her charge to the counter and bending her over it where she tugged her pants down and began smacking the still red cheeks beneath with all her might and fury. Patty punctuated each of her words with a smack followed by a yelp of pain from Belle. "You." SMACK "Will." SMACK "Learn." SMACK "To." SMACK "Behave." SMACK "And." SMACK "Do." SMACK "As." SMACK "You're." SMACK "Told." SMACK Belle was a blubbering mess by the last blow, her legs shaky as she bawled and lay with her top half limp on the countertop as Patty shook the sting out of her hand and tried to catch her breath. She knelt down and removed Belle's shoes, socks and pants entirely and dragged the girl to the handicapped stall. "I'm going to finish shopping for you, and you're going to stay right here until I'm done and when I come back we're going to get you dressed and take you back to the office." Patty explained as she took the bundle of clothes with her and left the bathroom, throwing the garments in the trashcan outside before making her way back to where she'd left the cart. Belle stood in the stall whimpering and sobbing naked from the waist down and wishing she could just run away or disappear altogether. Her butt was on fire, the sting causing her to wince each time she shifted her weight when the cold tiles became uncomfortable on her bare feet. The door opened again a short time later and Patty made her way to the stall with two bags in hand and a package beneath her arm. "Alright, Belle, unless you want another spanking you'll let me get you dressed without a fuss." she said as she set the bags down and pulled another pacifier from one and held it up in front of Belle. "Take this and put it in your mouth to show me that you're ready to behave." she said simply. Belle took the pacifier and begrudgingly slipped it into her mouth, sucking it sullenly as she watched Patty retrieve several items from the bag and go to the package on the floor. Belle whimpered when she saw the diaper come out of the pack, its pristine white plastic seeming to glow under the florescent lights of the bathroom. Patty took her by the hand and led her to the baby changing station secured to the wall and opened it to let the table down and laid out a plastic mat from one of the bags, patting it to beckon Belle onto it. Belle climbed on, sure that the table would snap off and send her to the floor but as she lay down she found herself looking up at Patty from her new position, not falling and not hearing the breaking of plastic and bolts. Patty went to work wiping Belle's sensitive flesh, dragging the cool wipe over the red bottom of her charge slowly, bringing soft mewling sounds of contentment from the girl. The diaper was unfolded and slid under Belle's bottom before a flurry of powder began to coat her private parts and the diaper was brought up between her legs and taped firmly around her waist. Helping the girl off the table, Patty smiled and allowed herself a chuckle seeing a girl not much younger than her sucking a pacifier with a bulky diaper peeking out below her shirt. Belle checked out mentally after the diapering began, choosing to escape to a place in her mind where none of this was happening to her and she was having fun with her friends or enjoying her adulthood somewhere rather than having a diaper put on her by a woman she'd met only a short time ago in a public restroom while she sucked on a pacifier. "Arms up." Patty commanded suddenly, bringing her out of her blissful world of make believe and back to reality. Belle lifted her arms and had her shirt lifted off her, followed by her bra, the horrible secret of the secret padding within the cups finally revealed, allowing Patty the opportunity at another wave of laughter at her expense when she saw the flatness of her chest and her puffy pink nipples that she covered with her hands. Patty went back to the bags and pulled out the yellow pajamas Belle had lost her cool over before and unzipped them and helped Belle guide her feet into. Belle smirked despite herself, confident that Patty had wasted her money and would find that the pajamas wouldn't fit and she'd have to go find her more age appropriate clothing, but as the pajamas began to slide up her body she became less and less confident she'd see that outcome, and once her arms went into the sleeves and the zipper began to come up, she felt tears start to roll down her cheeks as she her fate was sealed with the zipper stopping below her chin. She felt Patty messing with her hair and knew after the pink ribbons came out that she was affixing her locks into pigtails to maximize her humiliation. "There!" Patty proclaimed as she took Belle by the hand and led her to the mirror, the rustling of her diaper beneath her pajamas faint but unmistakable in the quiet bathroom. Belle began to cry in earnest as she saw herself, the bulge of her diaper beneath her infantile pajamas coupled with her new hairstyle making her look like an overgrown toddler ready for a nap rather than a college aged woman ready for a life of independence. Patty turned Belle to face her and hugged the crying girl, rubbing her back softly. "Shh, it's okay, Belle, I promise to take good care of you." she whispered and gave the girl's crinkly bottom a few gentle pats. Belle found herself feeling comforted by the hug, and despite her resentment and hatred of Patty, found herself wrapping her arms around the woman and hugging her back as she continued to cry and suck her pacifier. Before they left the bathroom, Patty affixed a clip and tether to Belle's pacifier and clipped it to her pajamas. Grabbing the bags and the package of diapers before leading the girl out of the bathroom and back to the car. ************************************************************************ The stares and laughter from the people they'd passed on the way out to the car had turned Belle into a sobbing mess, adding credence to the belief that she was a little girl in desperate need of a nap rather than a grown woman being humiliated against her will. By the time they reached the parking garage of her mother's office, Belle had mostly calmed down, but was nervously sucking her pacifier at the thought of her mother seeing her this way, but the only thing that kept her from panicking was the shred of hope that her mother would be so irate with Patty's treatment of her that she'd fire the girl right then and there and apologize to Belle for her having to endure such abuse. Belle was retrieved from the car and led by the hand once more, forced to carry the open package of diapers in her free hand, into the building and to the room with the kids where she was unceremoniously nudged in. "I'm going to go have a meeting with your mommy, Belle, play nice until I come back." Patty said through the closing door, leaving Belle in the room with a growing assortment of giggles behind her. "Well, she really did handle you, didn't she?" David said as he got up and walked toward her. Belle was sure that David hadn't been so much taller than her when she'd seen him last, but with him standing in front of her now, she felt like she was the child and he was the adult and all she could do was blush and nod as she sucked her pacifier. David reached behind her and patted her bottom, the crinkle of her diaper seeming impossibly loud in the small room. "Wow, she even put a diaper on you, you must really be a baby." he said with a guffaw. The chant of "Baby Belle, Baby Belle, how bad do her diapers smell?" began from nowhere and reached such a fever pitch that Belle didn't even have time to realize she was crying and had slumped down to the floor before she was looking up at David as he towered above her. "Don't cry, baby." he said and knelt down where he proceeded to start tickling her under her armpits and on her sides as she tried to wriggle out of his reach. Belle hated to be tickled, but her peals of laughter did little to convey that as she fell to her back and squirmed against the stronger boy's assault, gasping for air and giggling as she felt her bladder let go into the thick absorbent material of her diaper making her cry out in despair and begin to cry altogether to which David calmly put her pacifier back into her mouth to silence. The door behind her beeped and opened and she looked up, on her back crying and sucking on her pacifier wearing babyish princess footed pajamas and a still swelling diaper beneath to see her mother and Patty looking down at her. "Belinda May Prescott!" her mother exclaimed. "I didn't believe Patty when she told me that you'd wet yourself and had to be taken to the store for new clothes and picked out the most infantile thing you could fit into, but seeing is believing!" she shouted angrily. Belle looked up at Patty and scowled. "She wyin'!" she said with her pacifier still bobbing between her lips. "Get up this instant!" her mother snapped. Belle did as she was told and yelping as she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled to her mother where she found a hand being pressed into the sodden padding of the crotch of her diaper through her pajamas. "It certainly feels like she's telling the truth." her mother said before unzipping Belle's pajamas and exposing the yellowed diaper beneath. "And it definitely looks like she's telling the truth." she added, poking a finger into the leg gather of the diaper and looking at Belle with disappointment and shock. "So, my daughter flunks out of college and decides she'd rather play baby than accept her adult responsibilities, well, I can't say I'm surprised with the way you've been acting lately, but I'm still incredibly disappointed in you, Belle." she added. Belle began to cry again as her pajamas were zipped back up. "I din wan dis, mommy!" she pleaded. "That's quite enough out of you, young lady." her mother said sharply, shooting a gaze at her daughter that probably would have induced another wetting had she not just emptied herself. "Patty, I am so sorry for my daughter's behavior today, I'll make sure you're well compensated for having to play babysitter instead of being able to do your actual job." her mother said. "It was really no trouble, Mrs. Prescott, a little strange, certainly, but no trouble at all." Patty said politely. Belle's mother sighed. "Well, I'll take Belle into my meeting so you can go back to your normal routine." she said, grabbing her daughter's wrist. "Say thank you to Ms. Patricia for taking care of you today." she commanded her daughter. Belle hung her head. "Fank oo fo tagin' cawe'a me, Mish Patwicha." she mumbled quietly around her pacifier. "Anytime, cutie." Patricia said with wink and a knowing smile as she reached out and pinched Belle's cheek. Belle was led down the hall to her mother's office and told to sit quietly on the floor which she did without question and watched as her mother sat behind her desk and organized some papers on her desk before a knock on the door got both of their attentions. Belle looked at the tall man in the suit with the young boy in tow and gave a quizzical look to Belle before her mother went to him and drew his attention. "Mr. Atkins, welcome, and who's this?" her mother asked as she knelt down to greet the boy. "This is my son, Davis." Mr. Atkins said. "It's nice to meet you, Davis, my name is Diana and that's my daughter, Belle." her mother said, shaking the boy's hand politely and gesturing to Belle. Mr. Atkins smiled politely at Belle. "Is she special needs?" he asked, taking a moment to try and find the most tactful way to phrase his question. Her mother shook her head. "No, she's decided that she'd rather be a baby than a grown woman, so a baby she can be." she explained dismissively as she led the pair to her desk and gestured them to the seats in front of it. "Davis, why don't you go play with Belle while daddy has his meeting." Mr. Atkins said with a gentle nudge to his son in the direction of the overgrown toddler on the other side of the room. Belle stewed as she sat on the floor with Davis. Her mother carried on her meeting like nothing was out of the ordinary and Belle found that her diaper had cooled and was now becoming uncomfortable. None of this was fair, she wasn't supposed to be where she was now, she was supposed to be in college having parties and making questionable life choices, not wondering when she'd be let out of her wet diaper! Her mother had known that the diaper was wet before taking her to her office, yet she hadn't even offered her the chance to change out of it, if she was supposed to be a baby why wasn't she being taken care of like one and having her diaper changed? What if she got a rash? The more she thought about it, the more angry she got, and she decided that if her mother and everyone else wanted her to be a baby then they were going to have to deal with taking care of her needs for her. Belle rose from her seated position on the floor and got into a squat, looking at her mother as she talked to Mr. Atkins with as much defiance and rebellion as she could manage in her footed pajamas and pacifier in her mouth, and began to push, her grunting getting the attention of the two adults and of the younger but obviously more mature boy as they all watched her fill her diaper. ***************************One Year Later***************************** "I'm surprised to see you again, Belle, I hope you're going to be better behaved than you were last time you were here." Patty said sweetly. Belle smiled at her and nodded softly. "Yes, Miss. Patricia." she replied politely. "Good!" Patricia declared. Belle's mother handed the large pink bag with Belle's favorite princess emblazoned on the side over to Patty. "She'll be a perfect angel for you, won't you, Belle?" her mother asked as she gave her daughter's hand a gentle but firm squeeze. Belle nodded again. "Yes, mommy, I be good girl." she assured her mother. Patty took the bag and set it on her desk. "Not ready for the potty just yet, Belle?" she asked the girl. Belle shook her head. "No, ma'am, Miss. Patricia." she said sheepishly, the warmth in her diaper only now registering after a year of being denied access to a toilet. "Well, I'm sure you'll be ready some day." Patricia said warmly as she leaned forward and booped the tip of Belle's nose with her finger. Belle's mother scoffed. "With as often as she needs changing, I wouldn't hold my breath." she said. Belle blushed and grabbed for her pacifier where it hung clipped to the strap of her pink corduroy shortalls and put it into her mouth, sucking on it softly to calm herself. Beneath the cartoon sun decal on the bib of her overalls was a purple shirt with Belle the princess on it. The shirt stretched down beneath her overalls and buttoned over her thick diaper, keeping it from sagging as it bulged under the snaps on the inner thighs of her shortalls. On her feet were frilly ankle socks inside pink velcro shoes with Belle the princess smiling on the side of those as well. Patty took the girl's hand gently and picked up the diaper bag from her desk. "Wave bye bye to mommy!" she cooed. Belle waved to her mother and murmured a tiny "bye bye, mommy" through her pacifier before beginning to follow behind Patty. "After all the trouble you gave us last year, your mother decided that it was probably best to open up a daycare center for everyone to bring their children to." Patty explained as she led Belle down a long hall and through a door with a blue circle on it. "Whewe's mah baj?" Belle asked as she toddled behind the older woman. Patty laughed. "Oh, sweetie, babies don't get badges, that's only for grownups." she chided. "Are you a grownup, Belle?" she asked. Belle thought back to the events of the morning, her father coming into her nursery and giving her a bottle of juice to drink while he changed her out of her soaked overnight diaper and got her into a nice dry one and dressed her for the day before putting her in her highchair so she could eat her oatmeal that he spoonfed her. Once her messy bib was removed she was put in her playpen while her mother finished getting ready, she remembered giggling at the cartoons daddy had put on for her and the silly noises her toys made as she played with them. The ride in the carseat had almost put her back to sleep, but she'd seen puppies being walked outside and had prattled on about them to her mommy the remainder of the trip. Now, with her diaper warming once again, without her knowledge or consent, Belle could only shake her head. "You're a baby, aren't you, Belle?" Patty asked as she opened another door and led Belle into the daycare. Belle sucked her pacifier and began to nod as she bent her knees and began to push, filling the seat of her diaper with her morning mess, the bulk straining against the interior of her diaper and finding room to fit only barely as she grunted softly behind her pacifier. As Patty and the daycare worked discussed Belle and openly mocked the adult woman turned diaper filling infant, Belle decided to toddle over to the play area, fell down, and finished her journey on hands and knees thinking how fun it was as she sat down on her squishy bottom that she could go to work with her mommy.

I've exhausted all I want to say here ..to come back to the original point ..hope there's now no doubt in the mind of anyone who is reading this thread why the melting of polar ice caps leads to rises in sea levels globally.. the rate of rise & possible knock on effects including runaway climate change is open to debate...As Jason has pointed out there's a lot of material produced by scientists & climate specialists elsewhere on the internet.. I've provided a few links to videos which feature people who are much better qualified to comment than me.. I don't know for certain if what the doom merchants are predicting is going to happen ..I hope it doesn't .. but hopefully its satisfied everyone what I've posted here is based on some serious stuff I've looked at & I haven't been making it all up.

Yay! I'm so glad you've returned to this story. That was a wonderful addition. I hope you keep it up.

After going 24/7 it is amazing how it makes you feel. Not relying on a bathroom and just relaxing. But wait until you ar eout of your parents house.

Right now, I believe the market to be too volatile now and I am not sure if the currency is going to make it. Of course, I had mostly index funds, so I took a hit in December, but I'll recover. Going to diversify next by buying pharmaceuticals or something like that.

Here's a great experiment that can demonstrate sea level rise. Take a plastic cup and fill it up 3/4 of the way with water. Freeze the cup to turn the water into ice. Fill up a liquid measuring cup halfway with water and place the cube in the cup. Take note of the water level. Place the measuring cup in a warm place, but away from light to minimize evaporation because in real life evaporated water will just end up back in the ocean again. You will find that the water level increased when all the ice melted despite the fact that ice is less dense than water. If you would like a more in-depth explanation of the physics behind this, feel free to message me. I love physics.

Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know a new writing project is in the works! Everyone liked The Geek's Itty Bitty Baby Bear. This next one will be a lot different and shorter.

Behold, the power of capitalism. If you buy it, they will sell it.

Agree Bettypooh. As I understand it serious analysts have no doubt the current long term trend is for global temperatures to rise & the polar ice caps are melting at an accelerated rate & this is in turn leading to rises in sea levels. Human activity & the changes we've been making to the planetary ecosphere are a contributing factor & trying to counter the long term trend is a bit like turning around a massive oil tanker which is going a full speed. It will take concerted effects & ages before an effective change of course takes place. Trying to precisely understand what is going on is a complex problem. Some experts believe changes are occurring at a solar / cosmic level & claim polar icecaps are also shrinking on other planets in the solar system.While others point to fluctuations in the Earth's mantle & magnetic field. Even between the experts who think its a predominantly a man made phenomenon there are a wide range of predictions about the overall effects, Some believe the rise in sea level will be a relatively easy to manage couple of inches over the next century while other's believe it's all over bar the shouting & most coastal towns & cities will underwater by 2030.

I'm tickelish on the inner thighs, and sometimes she will tickle me there during diaper changes. I also squirm a little from the baby wipes being used to get me clean.

Whatever the cause may be, there's no denying that the polar ice is shrinking and that it will raise sea levels. Even if we could pinpoint the human-caused parts of the problem and change them 100%, that will not immediately end the effect. Nor will it reverse it immedately either. Pretty much all the scientists and climatologists agree that it takes a global-wide change of a few degrees to cause major changes in the global climate and most of them agree we're at that point now. It's also clear that nature causes temperature variations cyclically so if that's the main cause of what we're seeing we aren't going to be able to do much about it. You can stand at a cliff without problems. You can lean forward there without problems. But if you lean too far nothing short of a full-scale miracle will stop your fall and there's only luck left to determine the chances of your survival. We humans are at that cliff's edge and we are leaning. I'm not sure how far we've leaned but I am sure that we'd be smarter if we would try leaning back some Bettypooh

@SGTbaby I'm Glad your liking it so far, thanks @CDfm If you even do find the similar story please let me know I would love to read it Thank you @YourFNF I have been trying to to show that the Amazons just have a different perspective about how the world should work, it doesn't necessarily make them good or bad I actually got the idea for that from a cat I helped rescue, she was scared hurt and all alone I did not and do not blame her for biting my fingers just because I'm sure that she didnt know that I was only trying to help her, now she come over to get a head scratch each time I see her Now I had better submit another part its almost been a month since the last one ? I'll try to submit another one on Wednesday if I get the time *** Part 5 Survive the night Rose had visited a couple more stores before heading back to the car, buckling my ass into the stupid car seat once more and heading back home “I think it's about time for lunch what do you think?” asked Rose as she walked through the door with me in one arm and a bag in the other “Is it really only lunch?” I asked around the paci, Rose sat the bag on the kitchen bench then placed me in the high chair “It sure is” answered Rose as she place some items away “Now because you weren't on your best behaviour I don't think you have earned a hot chocolate…” “NO…” the paci flew out of my mouth as I shouted cutting her off then remembered what Rose liked to hear “I mean please can I have some?” a smile came to Rose “If you had let me finish I was going to say that you were much better behaved than most littles first outings and for that I think you do deserve this” Rose pulled out a box “Little’s mac n cheese” I read aloud “Umm… thanks but I’ll pass, I didn't like that stuff even back home” Rose’s smile dropped a little “Try it anyway you never know you might like it” said Rose opening the box “You sound just like my…” I cut myself off not wanting to finish what I was going to say especially after what Rose had told me in the store, no matter what she does Rose is not my mum. At the thought of my mum I felt the tears starting and I tried to rub them away so Rose wouldn't see but she did “Oh sweety what's wrong?” asked Rose and she rushed over to my side “Nothing… I have something in my eye” I whimpered “It was the outing wasn't it I knew it I shouldn't have taken you out yet you weren't ready…” “It's not that its… its… I... “ I racked my brain for something quick “I need to use the bathroom” I lied “Oh honey you had me so worried” and she hugged me “You know you are wearing a diaper right?” she asked in a way that she actually thought I might not know “I’m not a baby” I said rubbing my eyes, stop crying you can cry when you get home, I had to keep telling myself this “I know your not a baby” Rose let go of me and looked into my eyes “If you use your diaper now and when we get you changed you can show me how big you are by wearing your big girl underwear” my hopes rose upon hearing that “Really you got some?” I asked “I sure did” And Rose went back over to the kitchen bench and rummaged around the bag till she pulled out a of pack pull ups, my heart sank again, seriously if this is what she thinks big underwear is makes me wonder what she wears “Well what do you think?” she asked with a smile “Not what I expected” I muttered to myself “What was that?” “I said thank you” she beamed at me “I just knew that would perk you up now am I going to have a messy diaper to change soon?” I grimaced not even wanting to think about that “I know you don't like it hun but it's perfectly normal” Rose tussled my hair and went back over to her cooking. Constantly looking at the watch Rose had given me told me that not much time passed but it felt like hours, I was starting to yawn “Here we go” said Rose placing a bowl of normal sized Mac n Cheese “Could I please get a fork?” “Not after last night, I’ll feed you this time” “What but I didn't choke this morning” “This morning I was watching you very closely, this time I will be eating my own lunch too” I thought about this for a moment “So am I supposed to use my hands to eat?” I asked addressing the thought “Of course not, I'll feed you” she replied revealing a fork, I groaned “Rose please can't you just let me feed myself I promise I will go slow this time” Rose closed her eyes in thought and for a moment I thought I might just get my way “Emma are you trying to be a big girl?” This question really through me “What?” “Are you trying to show me how grown up you are?” “Umm… if it means I can feed myself then… yes” “Back in your dimension did all adults eat with forks or spoons?” “No… what are you getting at?” I asked now thoroughly confused “I'm trying to tell you that just because you are not eating with a fork or someone else feeds you does not make you any less of an adult, acting like a child makes you less of an adult” I thought about this for a long time and Rose waited for me “But adults can still request and… and… argue for things they want” “You are quite right and in this case I am denying your request for a fork so that I may show you how much I care about you by doing a trivial task for you” I both hated and admired this woman at that moment she had spoken you me as an adult and made a logical argument that I couldn't think of a proper argument for and made to sound logical that she treats me like a child in this case, oh logical argument how I love you… and hate you now “Are you trying to be big?” Rose asked again bringing my mind back to her, I hesitated before answering “Yes I am grown up” “And does me feeding you take any of your grown up status from you?” “No… just a bit of my pride” I murmured the last bit to myself” “How very grown up of you” she smiled “Now open up for the airplane” I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth for her, the spoon entered and I tasted the deliciousness of the cheese hit my tongue, this was soooo much better than any Mac n cheese I had ever tasted back home “Sorry I couldn't help myself” chuckled Rose. Rose continued to feed me up till the point that i know she missed my mouth on purpose and I ended up with Mac n cheese down my front “I think someone's a messy eater” sung Rose “someone missed my mouth” I sung right back to her and wiped my cheek with the back of my sleeve “Please don't use your sleeve” moaned Rose and she left me for the kitchen sink “What I'm saving it for later” I said jokingly and Rose returned with a face washer “That good was it” and Rose started to rub my face, I kicked and squealed in protest but it was no good “Not… really” I replied through her cleaning “Well if you do want more later you can just let me know” and she gently took my hand and cleaned off the Mac from my sleeve and chest “Perv” I grumbled as she rubbed the mac and cheese off my chest “Oh hush they are barely bumps” and Rose went back to the sink “Compared to a giant maybe” I looked down at my chest, are they smaller than normal? No surely not “Now I think you should wear this” Rose produced a bib, I groaned “If you didn't miss my mouth we would be fine” Rose placed the bib around my neck “Well this is just in case you want to save more for later” she smiled “No need you just take it away from me” I grined back, the bib did annoy me but Roses argument kept coming back to me, adults do sometimes wear bibs or napkins when eating. Rose finished feeding me then started on her own meal, as I was watching her eat my stomach groaned but not from hunger it was getting time for the moment I was dreading since I first asked Rose if I could use the toilet “I think someone's still Hungry” I looked up at her and blushed “ah no I'm good thanks” “oh so that means…” she trailed off and but a knowing smirk came to her face “NO IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK” I shouted at her and I tried pulling myself out of the high chair once more “ok, ok” she said waving her fork at me but she still had that smirk “gah” I through up my hands “fine it is what you think please let me use the toilet just this once” the smirk left her face for a look of sadness “no even if I wanted to hold you over the toilet while you did your business you would just want it again the next time you might as well get it over with and I can change you straight away into your big girl underwear” this was probably all true but the whole thought disgusted me. Even with my body telling me it wanted to let go my subconscious mind seemed to override it and so nothing happened “I can't…. please Rose” I begged, Rose sighed, unstrapped me and lifted me out of the high chair “maybe you will need to go later” and she carried me back into the playpen. Time can be cruel sometimes like now, I spent what felt like an hour pacing back and forth in the playpen but in actually was only ten minutes before I checked to see that Rose had her back to me before I squatted down and with one great push I felt mess push against the back of the diaper and spread out and to make matters worse my bladder decided to join in the emptying. I squatted in complete shock for a minute until the smell hit me and I gagged, Rose turned to look at me “there don't you feel better now?” “no” I sobbed “I feel disgusting and gross” Rose came over to the play pen and opened her arms “come here and we will get you all changed, without hesitation I ran into her open arms and was carried off to the changing table… with her having squished the mess. True to her word Rose laid me on the changing table, placed the strap across my chest, unsnapped my clothing, peeled down the diaper and proceed to clean me with wipes, because of my shame and disgust I covered my eyes with one arm and could feel my nails digging into my palm on the other hand, in no time I felt something sliding up my legs and I lifted my arm enough to see that it was one of the pull ups Rose had bought this morning, with one quick motion Rose lifted my bum and slid the pull up into place “There we go” Rose unstrapped me and lifted me up so my head was resting on her breast “That's better isn't it?” she asked “Ah ha” I murmured with a sniffle and Rose started walking back to the lounge room “Now I do have a condition for you wearing your big girl underwear and that is that you tell me each time you need to go or I will think you had an accident and need to put you back into your diapers, can you do that for me?” “Ah ha” I murmured again not paying attention, I was still reliving my disgust of a couple of minutes ago, how could I have done that “Emma please look at me” “Ah ha” I felt my chin being lifted and I was brought back to myself and found myself looking into Rose’s eyes “You didn't do anything wrong” she said in a firm voice, I pulled my head away from her hand and looked down at the floor and in a soft voice said “I haven't had an accident like that since I was… one, I guess I am just a baby now” and with the same firm voice Rose said “You did not have an accident you told me that you needed to go and you used your diaper like a big girl and that is why you get to wear your big girl pants” “It's just another diaper” I wanted to yell but it came out in the same quiet voice “They are not, do you know how many littles wear what you have earned?” I could see where she was going with this “Thousands or none at all” I said knowing that the answer was going to be wrong “Wrong there aren't many, all the littles I know need thick diapers because they cant hold anything for even a second” even though I knew this was coming or at least something like it hearing her words did actually give me a bit of comfort “How come I can hold it?” I asked “Because you are my special little and I will never let anything happen to you” and she booped my nose, a smile broke out on my face and I pushed away her finger “You know I don't like that” I said but couldn't remove the smile from my face “I think you secretly love me doing it” she replied and returned the smile… and another boop to the nose “Now because your such a big girl I have a surprise for you” “Oh what is it?” “You just wait in here and give me a minute and I will show you” Rose lowered me into the playpen once more and returned to her sewing desk, I looked down at my legs and saw the completely white pull up and just had to check “Can I…” I put my fingers down the waistband and pulled down “Yes” I said excitedly, the pull up came down with ease, this I could remove myself now I just had to find a toilet I could use… wait what am I saying I’m leaving tomorrow when I win the bet “I saw that” I looked up at Rose and felt my cheeks get slightly warm “I was just checking” I said and pulled it back up “Ah ha” replied Rose with a grin “If I catch you taking that off on your own I will have to put you back in diapers” “Yes ma’am” I Replied and gave her a quick salute, she laughed and returned to the table. It only took a couple of minutes for Rose to turn back to me holding something in her hand “Are you ready?” she asked and I looked up to her “Ta dah!” Rose revealed a pair of denim overalls if it wasn't for the three pink hearts on the front I would say that they were perfect “wow “ I exclaimed, pants that had legs “Did you want to try them on?” I nodded vigorously, Rose smiled and came over to the pen, laid the overalls on the top bar and before I knew why she had done that I felt the bottom of my dress being lifted up, I quickly pushed it back down “Rose!” I hissed, Rose’s hands backed off “What's wrong?” “Modesty” I said “Come now I have just changed you out of a diaper I think I have seen everything” my cheeks went warm again “I can get dressed by myself if you don't mind” “Oh… ah… ok” Rose handed me the overalls and a yellow shirt then continued to watch me “Can I please get a bit of privacy?” “Oh” she giggled but turned around nonetheless, I quickly pulled off the blue dress and stepped into the overalls, pulled on the shirt then after clipping the clasps inplace I looked back up to Rose “All done” Rose turned to see me “Not to bad if I do say so myself, how does it fit?” asked Rose “seems to fit well” I replied and turned this way and that but there was something strange about the seams of the pants, I felt around them and found velcro going from the bottom of one leg up and around the crotchless and back down to the other leg bottom, I looked up at Rose puzzled then it came to me, it was so she could change a diaper without removing all my clothes “pay that no mind you might not ever need that” said Rose “that's right I wont” I said proudly and Rose hugged me. “Rose kept up with the sewing machine for another three hours according to the watch before she picked me up from behind and she carried me over to the couch “are you thirsty” she asked as she sat on the couch and sat me next to her “a bit” I replied and Rose pulled a full bottle from her jackets pocket “there is no way I can drink all that” it was as big as a two liter of soda back home, Rose chuckled “I never said you had to drink the whole thing just nurse it” I shrugged and placed the teat into my mouth “you know I thought you wouldn't be happy about it being in a bottle” I shrugged again, since I knew I was leaving tomorrow I thought I would indulge her “I suppose I'm just getting used to this cra… ah… stuff” I eyed Rose to see if she would get out the paci but she remained still “that's good to hear” she smiled “because I don't do these things to embarrass you, I do have reasons for what I do” “I know” I replied after another mouth full. I was watching Rose from the couch for a couple of minutes when I noticed her right hand kept flicking to the left every minute or so “Hey Rose what's with your hand?” She looked down at her hand then a smile came to her face “Oh that I'm reading” I frowned in confusion and looked at the TV “There's nothing there to read” Rose took off her glasses and held them In front of my eyes, even with them much to big for my head I could see the book like text through the lenses “Why do you have words on the inside of your glasses?” I asked still confused about the flicking, Rose placed the glasses nose rest onto mine even though it didn't fit “Try moving your hand like I did” said Rose still smiling, I did and the text moved aside just like when I used a tablet back home “What… how...” i flicked my hand again and the next page appeared “How does this work, they look like normal reading glasses” Rose took the glasses back “I do not have the slightest idea” she laughed “Do you know how your computers work?” “Err… magic” she smirked at my nonsense answer “Exactly it suffices that Amazons made it” “Hmmmm… so the glasses are like your version of a Kindle?” I asked, Rose looked confused “I'm sorry I don't know what a Kindle is” I thought about it for a moment “Ummm… it's like an electronic book reader and you can add and remove books when you want” “In that case no it's not like a Kindle The Glass can do much more than read books” Rose made some motions through the air which reminded me abit of a person using a tablet, then placed the… umm… The Glass back onto my face “Wow” I gasped, right In front of me there was a chess board with all the pieces just floating there “Take the board with both hands and place it between us” “But it's not really there is it” I looked up to see her smiling again “You tell me” I frowned but stretched out to grab the board and my hands went straight through the image “My hand went straight through is this virtual reality?” “It's more like Augmented reality now try again and move your hands as if you are holding the board” this is too strange, I held out for the board again but this time instead of passing my hand through I 'grabbed’ the board and to my amazement it followed my hands as if I was really holding a physical chess board “That is so cool” I exclaimed as I set the chess set on the couch, Rose removed the glasses from me once more “Can we play a game?” I asked, I really wanted to keep playing with The Glass “I'm afraid I don't have a little sized pair of The Glass…” “No one gave you a pair for me in the baby shower why they are so cool” I said interrupting her “Adopted Littles don't need a pair of The Glass, most wouldn't even know about them, I give you way more freedom than I have seen any other Amazon give an adopted Little” I had to wonder if she was telling the truth… oh well hopefully I will never have to find out. I watched Rose it looked like she had given up on reading and was now typing “You look like a mime” Rose turned to me with that smile and laughed “It must look funny when you can't see what I'm doing” “Just a bit” I replied “Well I'm writing in my diary” “You keep a diary?” You are like an old lady” Rose put on a mock hurt face “You should never call a woman old” “Oh please you sew and keep a diary what else could I say” “Perhaps that I'm old fashioned and I didn't hear you complaining when I made what you are now wearing” “Fair point I apologize” “Thank you, apology accepted” I left the silence a bit longer than I would have liked before I got the courage to ask “What are you writing about? Wait no I shouldn't have...” “I'm writing about our day so far” “Oh… um… has it been a good day?” “It has been great” Rose replied without hesitation, she finished typing a couple more words then stood up “I think it's about time for dinner what do you think?” I looked down at the watch “A bit early isn't it” but then again I was feeling hungry for some reason then it hit me, the thing I couldn't think of earlier this morning “Shit” I exclaimed “what's wrong” asked Rose sounding worried “The days are longer here aren't they?” Rose visibly relaxed “yes the days are longer here than what you are used to I think I told you that yesterday” Rose said as she fished in her pocket and pulled out the paci and pushed it into my mouth “what did I… oh right” I sucked it once and thankfully Rose didn't inflate the stupid thing “how long have I been awake my time?” I asked now feeling the yawns come back “ah just let me… ah yes here it is… twenty two hours” I was stunned “shit” Rose sighed and inflated the paci once, it's no wonder I'm tired and hungry I just thought it was the different foods making me feel sluggishly, how the fuck am I going to win this bet now. Rose sat me in the high chair and I watched her cooking while trying to stop myself yawning, why is it that when you find out it's late the body suddenly remembered that it's tired “still awake over there?” asked Rose “your loving this aren't you” I shot back “I think someone's grumpy” it was true but still “you cheated” I said “how so?” asked Rose “you didn't remind me about the longer days when we made the bet” I huffed “it's not my fault you didn't remember” “but you could have…” I yawned and continued “reminded me” “I thought I was making a bet with an adult that would remember all the information needed for our bet” said Rose adding something to the pot on the stove “but you see me as a kid so you took advantage of my lack of knowledge and… and…” I couldn't think straight, the train of thought was gone “I think you trailed off at the end there are you still with me?” Rose asked and turned to see me covering another yawn with my hand “this bites” “I could put your paci back in if your going to be like that” “what I can't say bite now?” I asked maybe a little more angeraly than I was intending “it was how you said it grumpy head” “mer mer mer” I mocked “wow you are in a bad mood” it was true I hadn't felt this tired for a very long time and I could see my chances of getting back home slipping away “here try this” Rose held up a spoon of what looked like liquefied mashed potato “what is it?” I asked “are you back to not trusting the food I give you?” wait when had I started to trust what she gave me, I thought back to my last few meals and yes I hadn't gotten her to try them first, Rose dipped a finger into the whitish stuff and licked it off her finger “see it's safe” I groaned and let my head flop onto the highchairs tray table “Em what's wrong?” there was genuine concern in her voice “I can't do this” I murmured “can't do what?” “this” I said again ”how am I going to win our bet now” I whispered to myself there was silence like Rose was thinking “it probably doesn't mean much... but you have lasted much longer than I thought you would, maybe eating will give you some energy“ I looked up at her “And why would you want me to get…” I yawned then finished “More energy” “Would it make you happy to win our bet?” I tried to think about where she was going with this but I was to tired “Yes” “Then I’ll help you if I can” “You could just let me win” I murmured “Now would that be fun?” asked Rose “Or would you prefer to win on your own merit?” “Both” she laughed “Here you still need to eat something” I turned to see the spoon waiting again “Fine” I lifted myself back up and let Rose feed me the whitish stuff “Is that potato soup?” I asked fairly confident that it was “Aren't you clever, yes it's potato soup is this where you tell me you don't like it” I shook my head “No it's fine” “Oh good because it's almost done” Rose returned to her cooking. We ate dinner in silence then we retired back to the lounge room, I was sat on the couch trying to think of a way to stay awake when the memory of the last time I had been this tired came back to me, it was during one of the relay for life events in which I stayed up most of the day and night to jog around a running track to keep our teams batten moving for twenty four hours what if I tried that again yes that might keep me awake again “Rose do you have a treadmill?” Rose looked at me through those glasses she must have been reading “Not that I know of why?” “I was hoping to use it to stay…” those stupid yawns again “Awake” I finished “Well I don't have a treadmill but if you promise to stay in my eye sight I’m fine with letting you run around the lounge” even though this was sort of my idea just hearing it from another person made me want to say no and go to sleep “That would be nice” Rose smiled and lifted me down to the carpeted floor “Remember stay where I can see you” I nodded my head and started walking from wall to wall gradually picking up speed to a jog. “Your starting to look tired there” commented Rose as she watched me turn for the umtingth time “Still… going… strong…” I panted it was a big fat lie, it hadn't even been 10 minutes and I was buggered and this baffled me because back home I could keep this pace up for an hour or so before getting tired “well I think it's time for a drink” said Rose and she stood up, I touched the wall again then chased after her, I had to take four steps for every one of hers “Would you like a drink?” asked Rose as she flicked on the kettle “No thank you” I replied and continued to circle the island table “Not even a hot chocolate?” My mind was saying no but my taste buds were screaming yes “Errr… yes... please” I came to a stop at Roses leg and nearly dropped as my legs turned to jelly “I think you need a rest” I felt Roses hands lifting me up to her hip and would have been able to see the top of the table if it wasn't for me resting my head against Rose and resting my eyes “Your not falling asleep there are you?” I shook myself and replied “No… no just resting my eyes” “That's good I thought you might have been giving up” said Rose as she added things to the one mug and my sippy cup, I tried watching but my eyes were at the point that they were closing on their own. Rose sat me down on the couch again beside her and took a sip of her drink “Rose?” “Yes dear?” “What are you going to do with me if you win our bet?” I asked more to keep myself awake than for any desire to know “I will protect you, love you and give you all the happiness I can” “That sounds… weird” I yawned not really paying any attention anymore “How would you like to continue reading some more of Alice” “Sure” I murmured and rested my head on Roses lap and let my eyes close, I heard rustling from the coffee table then felt the gentle hand of Rose stroking my long hair “CHAPTER Two The Pool of Tears Curiouser and curiouser! cried Alice she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English” listening to Roses soothing voice made it all the harder to reopen my eyes but I managed one last look at the watch before my eyes closed for the final time that night, eight twenty huh and let my mind slow down for sleep. Rose stopped reading as she heard the soft snoring of the little girl whos head was resting on her lap “You fought so hard” Rose stroked the girls hair one last time then gently picked up the sleeping girl watching as the untouched sippy cup rolled onto the floor and carried her to the bed room and tucked her into the crib making sure that her teddy was there to be with her “Oh Emy you are like my own Alice chasing an impossible thing and that's why I love you” Rose kissed the sleeping girl on the head then turned out the lights.

Well, you all met my ransom demands, here's the next Chapter! Chapter 45: I ACTIVATED THE laser sight I had added onto the pistol and just hoped it would work! She reached for me… and nothing. “She’s disrupting my field sir…” “Keep trying!” He said as he then started moving towards me himself. “Tessa activate protocol Beta Gamma Nine Two Three,” I told her while she tried to grab me again. She froze, “What is going on Stacy? Where am I?” “Well it’s kind of a long story, but apparently bozo over there thinks that he can steal you from the university lab and use you to help beat me up?” “You mean Doctor Nimitz?” she asked. “Yes, he kidnapped me from Mommy!” “That’s not right… Stacy is Professor Westerfield’s baby girl!” she said and turned her attention towards Dr. Nimitz. I pointed my gun back at him knowing that I was safe from her now. “Tessa, I told you to collect the baby!” He screamed at her. “I’m sorry sir, but you were going to do bad things to Stacy who is a good girl and my friend.” “What the hell did you do to her?” He screamed at me. “Made a friend,” I told him and juvenilely stuck my tongue out at him. He gave me an exasperated look and then ran towards me. Tessa stopped him cold and flung him on the ground like a rag doll. She then pulled his pants down and looked at me, “I think he’s been a bad boy and deserves a spanking, do you agree Stacy?” I giggled, “I think one hundred swats?” I suggested. She wasted no time beating the living tar out of his butt and taking the fight out of him by the time she was done. His bottom was red enough to substitute for a stop sign! She kept him essentially hogtied with some extra arms she’d grown and said, “Stacy the authorities will be down here in one more minute, I recommend you conceal your weapons…” I looked down at my blades and my pistol and did just that. The pistol went back in the Switch casing and the knives in my shoes. “If anyone asks Tessa, could you say that you defended me?” “Why Stacy that’s exactly what I did.” Doctor Nimitz was out of breath then, but asked, “How the hell did you override Tessa’s programming?!?” I giggled, “She wanted some code she saw me writing in class last week to incorporate into her programming. She liked the idea of having some extra safety protocols in her personality. I just had managed to already tag in some other safeguards to the code.” I heard a horde of footsteps coming down the staircase and a SWAT team fanned out down the hall. I raised my hands as they came near, “Stacy Westerfield?” One of them asked. “Yes sir, this man kidnapped me and they have my sister downstairs too…” “That’s bullshit, she’s never left the university campus…” “Sir, you have the right to remain silent…” I heard a Miranda warning given to the good doctor. “You should be arresting her! She murdered like ten or twelve people downstairs! My wife is one of them!” “Get him out of here,” an older gentleman ordered and looked down on me. “I’m Agent Cranton, can you show us where you were being held sweetie?” I smiled, “Sure, but only if we can get my sister and take her home.” “I’m sure we can arrange for something like that…” “Can you also please let my mommy know that I’m okay? She’s got to be worried sick about me.” “Already done sweetheart,” he said pointing to his earpiece, “She knows we’ve got you and that you’re okay.” He made me hold back behind his men as they cleared the corridor. “Dear god, what happened to these people?” One of the men asked. “This looks like a god damned war zone…” “Were the Hellcats here?” Another asked. “Sure as hell looks like it…” I was given a narrowed glance by Agent Cranton, but maintained the cute innocent exterior while also displaying a fair amount of fear. Not much acting for the fear though! Those that had been turned into babies were gathered up and taken by a couple of their officers upstairs to be checked out. The naked Jennifer peed uncontrollably on one of them and I heard him say, “Yuck! This is why I tell my wife no littles!” They also discovered Kathy the stewardess hiding in a closet with her panties wetter than my diaper was just then. I heard one of the SWAT team members taunt her, “Awww… don’t worry, we’ll get the widdle girl all nice and dry in her didees soon!” “I’m not a baby?” “You sure wet your pants like one…” I heard as they kept her moving. “Who are they? The babies?” The older Agent Cranton hissed in my ear, “I’m a friend of your grandfathers… I know he’s been training you, but this is new.” “They’re some of the technicians, nurses, and a security guard. Oh, and that one little girl that just peed on the guy is Doctor Nimitz’s wife Jennifer,” I told him quietly. “For the record we’re going to be hiding all of the damage you did to these people. I am going to insist though that you get a counselor to talk to. If you don’t have PTSD from this I’ll be very surprised,” he told me kindly. “Your grandpa taught you well. I’m not going to ask where the blades are, but please get them back to him so he can replace them with some that don’t have any evidence on them.” I nodded but impatiently hopped between my feet, “Can we go see my sister now?” “Sure,” he said and I led them to the nursery. The agents were speaking pretty angrily when they figured out several of them were pregnant. “What the hell is this?” One asked anyone. “A first step along a road that these people have been doing to breed littles. They’re brainwashing everything away from them mentally and then inseminating the women to breed smaller and smaller littles. Doctor Nimitz told me some of their plans upstairs. He was planning on doing the same to me…” I answered. The gasps around the room were deep and sincere, “My god, what a fucking monster!” one said. “Maybe he needs to have an accident on the way to the jail…” one said. I looked up at them and shook my head, “No easy way out for him! He needs to go through the court system and then they can do whatever they feel is right to him. I have my own thoughts, but I’m going to keep them to myself just now,” I told them. “How far did he get with you?” One asked kindly. “Tied up to hypnotize me in a high chair…” I answered. “So why aren’t you a mindless baby like them?” One team member asked. I shook my head, “For some reason hypnosis doesn’t seem to work on me? Might be the dimension I’m from? I don’t really know. I’m not in a hurry to volunteer for experiments to figure that out either,” I added. The agent nodded as I approached Bella’s crib. I reached in with my hand to grasp the slobbery hand she didn’t have in her mouth and said, “I’m so glad we found you Bella, we’ll get you sorted out and back home soon!” “Si…Si.. Sissy,” Bella said with a big grin on her face. “At least she recognizes you still?” One of them said. “Yeah, at least there’s something still in her head. We’ll have to see if we can deprogram her now though…” I reached into my backpack then and grabbed my phone that was making noise and saw Amanda’s face on it. I answered it in video mode and said, “Mommy!” “You’re okay! You’re really okay?!?” Amanda was clearly in tears then. “Yes Mommy, and look who I found!” I turned the phone to do a selfie with Bella who looked and said, “Mama!!!” “Is she okay?” She asked when I looked at her. “Relatively speaking. Better than most in here,” I added. I had just noticed the other littles being gathered up and placed onto small stretchers. I could tell most didn’t have any teeth, and it looked like most had shaved heads. I wasn’t exactly sure of what other modifications had been done to them, but a couple seemed to have some incision scars visible. ‘Why not just use nanites…?’ I wondered to myself as I tried to think of a solution for this problem. “That’s good, we’re waiting upstairs for you. They’ll bring everyone into the proper hospital to check you all out,” Fred said from behind her. “I’ll see you soon, I love you!” I said with tears in my eyes. “Come on Miss, let’s get you out of here,” a medic said to me trying to pick me up. I dodged and looked at Bella, “Not without my sister!” “Sister?” “They kidnapped her first,” I told the medic simply. The lady looked like she was going to fight me for a moment but Cranton said, “let her ride up with her sister. Trust me, you don’t want to make that little girl any more upset than she already is.” He motioned around the room and the lady obviously got the point because her eyes widened. She shook her head and began to gather up Bella. Her diaper was putrid and a full blowout was apparent by the copious amounts of poop on her legs and outfit, “I’d better change her first, can you see if there are any diapers over there that will fit her?” I beat everyone else over to the changing table where I saw three different sizes of those ridiculous diapers I’d been stuck in that night at the dorm when I ran out. I groaned for Bella, but took the smallest two sizes over to the medic. She made short work of the diaper and lay her down on the stretcher. She reached for me and flipped up the outfit I had on, “Do you need changed?” “I want my mommy to change me,” I said a little petulantly. “Can we please just get Bella upstairs now?” “I should force you to let me, but I think you’ve been through enough today. Come on, stay close to us…” I followed the gurney into a stairwell and watched as the medics hauled the whole thing up the stairs. They looked at me to check on me for a moment but I kept up with them climbing up steps pretty rapidly given their size. At the top I saw several officers blocking the way with crime scene tape and Fred checking on one of the other victims that had been brought up. Amanda stood across along the side of the hallway and I ran to meet her, jumping into her arms to receive hugs and kisses. “Oh my god, Stacy, you’re okay!” She said as she sobbed and hugged me for a moment. Fred joined in on a hug and she passed me to him as she she turned her attention to Bella. “Oh my, Bella,” her face was a mess of makeup and tears, “You’re okay!!!!” “Sort of,” I told her in a whisper. Fred quietly asked, “What happened to her?” “I think just severe hypnosis, but I’m not sure. She’s not said anything more than getting ‘Sissy’ and ‘Mama’ to her over the phone. You could tell that even that was a lot of work to get out. They didn’t get her… they… well she wasn’t bred yet,” was the best way I could put it. I received a huge hug from Fred and Bella kept saying, “Mama! Dada!” “How long was I gone?” I asked in a bit of a down moment. “A bit over twenty-four hours,” Fred told me. I nodded, knowing the gaps that had been there in being knocked out. By the time we had moved down the hallway to get us both checked out, my diaper was dripping urine uncomfortably down my legs. Amanda used the one spare I had left in my backpack to change me before dressing me in an offered hospital outfit. They needed that overly large dress as evidence. I managed to convince them to let me keep my shoes still thanks to a little help from Cranton. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” She smothered me as Bella was wheeled, and she carried me down the hall to the emergency room. There they separated us from the other victims by pushing us into a smaller examination room. Fred looked over me while another doctor looked at Bella since Fred had already given her a once over. Amanda traded duties to Bella laying a few feet during my examination. “Did they do anything to you?” He asked me. “They tried to hypnotize me,” I told him. “That didn’t work?” He looked at me knowingly. I shook my head, “No.” I shrugged and added, “I did take a fall from a nanny bot dropping dead while I was in its arms... but other than that I don’t think I had anything happen?” “I’m going to look you over to be safe,” he said. He noted that the injection holes were visible where I’d been drugged and embarrassingly looked at my rear to make sure they hadn’t hurt me there with the enema. There was some loose stool still there, but otherwise I seemed okay he thought. My vitals seemed normal and except a few bruises and scrapes from my fights nothing was obviously wrong with me. “I’m going to want them to do a panel on you to be sure you weren’t given anything else,” he told me with a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” He told me with tears in his eyes. “Me too,” I told him. “Trade?” He suggested to Amanda who was tightly cuddling Bella. “Sure,” she said. He quickly whispered in my ear, “Wait until we get home before you tell the full story.” I nodded and said, “I love you Daddy!” He kissed me and told Amanda, “I’m guessing she’s not had much to drink the last hour. Why don’t you get her something?” I looked at Amanda and said, “We don’t have to go anywhere…” She smiled at me, “Okay,” and opened up her blouse and bra for me to nurse while they kept checking Bella out. With everything that had happened I fell asleep in her arms for a nice nap. IT TOOK ABOUT four hours before they were sure that Bella wasn’t going to be in any medical danger if she left the hospital. During that time Amanda had Fred give me a bath in what amounted to a sink, but at least the congealed blood and sweat was no longer pasted to my skin. He’d also been able to get some poop that had been dried on my butt still from my earlier mess off. Unfortunately that had revealed a bit of my first painful diaper rash. The nurses had been able to give him some rash ointment though and I felt better with it on. The biggest surprise though was Dean Sanders had been by to see us right when we were getting ready to get out of there. “Amanda, how are they?” she asked as I sat up rather blearily blinking my eyes. “Stacy here is not really too much worse for the wear. I’ll probably ask that you excuse her from classes the rest of the week?” “Absolutely! The news has been saying she was kidnapped by one of our own here?” “I’m afraid I can’t say much, but they said Doctor Nimitz was involved,” Amanda told her. “Dreadful…” “You have no idea,” I said sitting up and brushing some hair that had fallen into my eyes out. “How did you escape?” She asked me. My eyes narrowed and I wondered if she’d had some part in the mess, “A lot of luck,” I told her. “It’s an ongoing investigation and I was asked not to say much,” I told her semi-truthfully. “I certainly wouldn’t want to interfere. We’ll have our own internal investigation going on through the university of course too,” she replied. “Of course,” I said. She stayed for about five awkward minutes too long before leaving. It wasn’t long after that they released us to go home escorted by Grandpa Joe and a police officer. The group seemed to have almost all been present at the lab to the investigators, but some loose ends, and missing faces, made them suspect we weren’t fully out of the woods yet. It was with a great sense of relief though as we pulled into the garage and Amanda picked me up from my car seat, while Fred picked up Bella and handed her over. We walked inside and Grandpa, Grandma, and Megan joined us a few minutes later. Unfortunately the happy ending didn’t seem like it was in sight just then. All of us had watched Bella the past few hours struggle just to sit up on the blanket she’d been sat on the floor. She cried anxiously not long after everyone else arrived and Amanda struggled to calm her until she let her nurse herself to sleep. As we watched Grandpa asked me quietly, “I checked the house and the room, we’re secure from bugs. What happened? The whole story,” he emphasized. I smiled grimly at him from Fred’s lap, “Okay… just please don’t judge me too harshly,” I grimaced. I told them about waking up and the conversations I’d had before being forced to nurse from Nimitz’s wife. I mentioned the enema, and everything else I could remember. Really I was just grateful that they had their hands on me so brief of time! When I told them about wriggling out of the high chair and getting to my knife blades the other women in the room, minus Bella who was cluelessly nursing, all seemed a bit squeamish. Amanda a little less so but I did catch the look she gave to her dad. “So I was able to cut my way through those straps and get loose,” I continued. I hoped I’d given them enough time to get lax and it seemed like it was so. I walked into the room behind the nursery and found an observation room with that guy Collin from Selegnasol in there.” “The guy you tried to get stuck as a baby?” Megan asked. I nodded, “Apparently he didn’t like that… He was rather angry about it! Anyway… I used my knives to take care of him before getting my backpack.” “Took care of him?” Fred asked me. I grimaced and said, “He won’t be hurting anyone ever again,” I said. I tried to wipe the image out of my head then that reappeared and knew nightmares were certainly in my future. Fred hugged me, “I love you Stacy, you don’t have to continue if you don’t want to…” I turned to him and hugged him back, “Thank you, but I need to…” I sighed and took a drink from a sippy cup of apple juice that Granny suddenly handed me, “Thanks,” I told her. “You’re welcome,” she told me. “Well when I cleared that room I was happy to find my backpack was still sitting there…” I paused for a moment but decided to go all in, “It had a weapon in there.” “A weapon?” Grandpa Joe asked. “I told you that my Grandpa back home and you would get along, right?” He nodded, “You said he was vet too?” I nodded back, “Well apparently my family has a long history of adventuring, and not one of those family members have gone on one without a weapon. He gave me a pistol that hides inside a small game console.” I head Amanda suck a deep breath in, “That one with the two mini controllers?” I sighed but knew honesty was called for now, “Yes, that’s the one. If you push the panels and buttons the right way it breaks apart and reveals a ceramic pistol that’s a 9mm holdout gun back home.” “But if it shrank to your size, surely it wouldn’t do anything against an Amazon?” Grandpa Joe asked. He shook his head, “It probably wouldn’t feel worse than a pellet gun here? I can’t even imagine it hardly piercing our skin?” I shook my head, “That was my worry as well… which is why I printed some other bullets to load in the shell cases that I put suspended nanites into.” “Where in the world did you get nanites?!?!” Amanda asked suddenly concerned. I pointed at myself, “I have all that I need inside of me. I just needed to excrete some – I used tears as I figured they would be the cleanest way, and reprogrammed the options.” “To what?” Fred asked me. “The perfect little… One that Aunt Chloe and Cassie would love…” I added feeling some bile in my mouth but continuing, “I only planned to use it in life or death situations… and this counted.” “I agree,” Grandpa Joe said. “We need to be very careful that no one finds out about that though. I want you to show it to me later… actually I need your shoes and the blades too so I can replace them with something clean…” “What?” Megan asked, “You’re… actually okay with her making this?” Amanda answered, “I wish she had told me,” she said looking at me, “but it was a very good idea and plan. We just need to make sure the military doesn’t find out about it. I’m pretty certain that it actually falls under several international treaties as an illegal weapon… Possession of such weapons are punishable as a war crime,” she told me. “Really?” “Really, I’ll explain later. For now though you said you had just retrieved it?” I nodded, “Once I was armed I went out the door…” I didn’t hold back, they wanted to know, and I told them every shot I fired, every person I gutted, how I found Bella, almost got myself with the nanny bots. “Wait, those nanny bots are pretty much impossible to get away from, how did you manage to get away from them…?” Grandpa asked. “I might have developed a weapon for them too,” I said. I had a spare that I tossed to him, “It’s more nanite help basically… I programmed them to invade the surface and find control centers. It worked faster than I hoped,” I added. Amanda looked at me, “When did you have time to do all of this? I’ve been watching you on the cameras in the nursery…” I grimaced, part of my operational strategy was definitely out the window, “I thought you realized I hacked the cameras to get the footage about Bella’s poisoning?” “You altered the feed?” I nodded, “How grounded am I?” She sighed, “We’ll talk later, but I think there will probably be something… I just don’t know what!” she was a bit annoyed and I was glad Fred gave me a protective squeeze. “It did save her,” he reminded her. “This time…” she said, “she is being far too reckless, it’s going to get her hurt, killed, or her brain wiped at this rate.” “Sorry,” I said. She sighed, “What happened next…?” I walked them through the next rooms and then the climb to the next level before finding Doctor Nimitz. I explained how I’d already made sure that I would have Tessa on my side. “You did that one in class? In front of me and all of the other students?” Amanda clarified. I shrugged, “I didn’t actually intend to, she asked for the code. She just didn’t know that there was an extra subroutine I was working on that could help me or others later.” She shook her head and handed the now sleeping Bella to Granny before coming over to me to pick me up. I shook a bit, wondering if it was going to be the first time I was spanked by her, but instead she hugged me tightly and kissed me on the forehead before holding me like an infant. “I love you so much Stacy, and I’m so glad you’re okay! Thank you for saving Bella, but we are going to have to have a talk later about what you can or can’t do with computer and nanites without letting me know…” I nodded, “Okay Mommy.” She hugged me and then felt my diaper, “You need a diaper change, a bath, and then I think we all should consider going to bed here soon. Mom, you’ll take Megan back to campus?” “Sure honey,” she told her, “you want me to change this one for you before I go?” Amanda shook her head and shifted me over to one side, I’ll take care of her, just hand her over to me. “Here, give me your shoes,” Grandpa Joe said to me as he walked over. I used my fingerprints to unlock them and he took them from me. “I’ll replace these tomorrow for you,” he reassured me. “Thanks,” I told him. Goodbyes were said and Amanda ascended the stairs with us tightly in her arms. She sat me down on my bed while she changed the sleeping Bella, replaced her thumb with a pacifier, and then lay her down in the crib. “Next,” she said softly to me and I held out my arms to her. She gently picked me up and placed me down on the changing table and removed the hospitals onesie and carried me in just the diaper down to the bathroom. While she ran the water I took the chance to get some more pee out and into the diaper. She smiled at me and gently pushed me to the ground, pulled open the diaper, wiped me with a wipe, and plopped me in the water while she turned to ball up the diaper. I sat in the tub getting sleepy as she quietly scrubbed my body, washed my hair, and even massaged my sore shoulders, arms, and legs. “Any chance you could give me some pain medicine?” I asked her as she dried me off. “You hurt?” “I’m pretty sure I’ll be sore for a week… not a fan of fighting for my life…” I told her. She wrapped me in a towel and caught Fred passing by, “While I’m drying Stacy’s hair, can you get her some pain meds?” “Where do you hurt?” He asked me. I laughed, “All over, it’s going to be a rough couple days while my body heals from today.” He nodded, “I’ll get something.” Amanda began gently combing, drying, and brushing my hair. She was working it gently still when Fred reappeared with a pacifier. I gave him a questioning look, “Whats…?” when realized it was a medicine pacifier, “you could have just given me pills or a cup with it in it…” He smiled, “this seemed like an easier solution though,” he said as he put the nipple to my lips and I nursed it. I winced a bit as the flavor was a bit off, but said, “Fanks,” around the pacifier. Amanda continued to dry my hair and finally braided it loosely before gathering me in the towel and carrying me back to the darkened nursery. I was gently diapered and dressed in a footed pajama set before she sat down in the rocking chair. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to nurse…” she started. I giggled quietly, “Come on Mommy, I’m thirsty!” I smiled. She hugged me and moved her shirt and bra to expose her nipple and I quickly latched on. While I nursed she hummed a lullaby and I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the sights that were already appearing in my mind from that day. I was sadly not asleep that long before I heard a series of loud bangs and the house security alarm began shrieking! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well, you all met my ransom demands and I posted, but I never said I wouldn't leave another cliffhanger There is another Chapter and the Epilogue left to post. I have a trip for work this week that's going to take me out of town, so it may be later Saturday next week before I get home to post the next chapter. Thanks for reading, commenting, and liking this! I hope this all worked for you as the readers!

If the baby wipes are cold, you better believe I'm a squirmer.

This part has been up on ABDLSF for a while; I can't believe I forgot to update over here as well. If you enjoy my stories and would like earlier access updates, please consider supporting me on Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten “But first, we gotta drop in on the old battle axe. The Ladies’ Society is having afternoon tea. She won’t refuse in front of all those biddies.” Lili smiled her Cheshire cat smile. Cameron stared at the upscale cafe, The Queen’s Corner, as Lili led him inside. The logo had a crown on top of a teacup. Inside, vases with fresh roses sat on each table and false chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Flameless candles provided ambient lighting. It was the sort of place the upper crust of Mapleton, like Beatrice and her ilk, flocked to. He looked around and wrinkled his nose at the ornamental gaudiness of it all. Catching the gaze of some of Grandma Beatrice’s acquaintances, he immediately dropped his gaze to the tiled floor. Lili led him through the cafe to the indoor rose garden inside the greenhouse. Flowers bloomed all around, carefully tended roses of all varieties. The small cafe tables had been pushed together to form one long one for the Society’s meeting. The ladies, chic in their casual-rich attire, chatted over steaming cups of tea and dainty finger sandwiches. All hushed voices stopped at Lili and Cameron’s appearance. Lili never broke her stride. Cameron could feel their scandalized disdain; he looked up and winced at all the shocked faces. How dare anyone interrupt them, especially these two sideshow freaks! Grandma Beatrice’s smile was just as false as Lili’s, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when she caught her grandson’s eye. Cameron shuddered, cheeks turning pink and dropping his eyes. Grandma was SO pissed.His heart trembled in fear, drowning out his determination. He fought the urge to cringe and blubber how sorry he was for being such a bad, disobedient boy. His diaper grew warm and his hold on Lili’s hand tightened. He peeked back up at his grandma. At the cold disapproval in Beatrice’s eyes, he stumbled. Lili caught him then urged him forward with a gentle tug. He hid behind her, the crinkle of his diaper filling his ears. “Good afternoon, ladies. I see tea is going ever so well.” Lili dipped her head in a regal nod to Jill and Beatrice’s cronies and sycophants. A few women nodded; most just gawked, put at ease by Lili’s appropriate, normal appearance. In those preppy clothes, she was a dead ringer for Priscilla. Only the spiked piercings under her lower lip and the trembling, overgrown baby behind her ruined the illusion of her being a proper young upper crust woman. “Liliana.” Jill sat poker straight at the head of the table like a queen ruling over her court. Beatrice sat at her right hand like a loyal retainer. Jill’s voice was ice cold. A wardrobe change wasn’t enough to thaw her heart. Her hard eyes silently demanded ‘what the hell are you doing here? Why are you trespassing on my territory? What are you up to?’ Lili strolled right up to Grandma Jill and kissed her cheek. Jill stiffened, barely suppressing the urge to cringe away. “So, Grandmother dear. Miss Beatrice.” Lili’s eyes flicked to each old woman in turn. “One of the students in Cameron’s class is having a sleepover. Cameron here wasn’t invited. He feels left out. We can’t have that, yeah? So, I figured he could have a sleep over at my place. And we’ll have more fun than those mean babies. Whaddya say?” Cameron’s eyes widened. Did she make that up on the spot? Her lie was so smooth, so earnest, he almost fell for it. One of the rules of the Regression Therapy Room at school was everyone got invited to parties, or the invites were not allowed to be handed out at school. Most of Cameron’s out of school social life before Lili had consisted of childish birthday parties for his regressed peers. Beatrice threw him a birthday party each year only so she’d look good to the rest of Mapleton society; she just hired a party planner to take care of it all. Jill and Beatrice appeared stunned at the request. Beatrice automatically looked to Jill, deferring to her. In private, she surely would have said no then berated Lili for taking Cameron out of his nursery. Jill pursed her lips, deciding upon the most socially tactful way of voicing her disapproval. Lili’s smile stretched into a picture of angelic innocence. “You know what a good job I do helping out with dear Prissy. Cameron and I are just gonna watch some Sesame Street, play some board games. Maybe Candy Land, it’s his favorite. You won’t even know we’re there.” Jill glanced at the ladies around her. She had an image to keep up, so she returned Lili’s smile. “Of course, sweetheart. What a splendid idea. What do you think, Beatrice dear?” “Of course, of course. Splendid idea, indeed.” Beatrice echoed. Cameron cringed at that syrupy sweet tone. His diaper crinkled loudly as he shuffled behind Lili. Grandma was so very angry at him; he’d be paying for this later. “Wonderful! Thank you ever so much.” Lili gushed with false enthusiasm. She darted in, quickly pecking Jill’s cheek with another kiss then did the same to Beatrice. Both old women jumped and scowled their displeasure before remembering they were in polite company and had appearances to keep up. They stretched their lips into strained smiles. Lili’s responding smile was genuine; she took pleasure in their discomfort. Cameron bit his lip, smiling softly. He’d always admired her ability to get under the skin of authority figures. With that, Lili turned and strolled out with Cameron waddling and crinkling along behind her. As he toddled along, he felt his diaper grow warm as he peed himself. The relatively dry padding whisked the wetness away. ********************************* “A sleepover? Lili, what are we doing?” Cameron sat on Lili’s bed, looking around her bedroom. All the pink frills and pastel lace was more Prissy’s spoiled princess style than Liliana’s gothic purple and black. With Lili, he expected her bedroom to be dark, with skulls everywhere. Maybe some candles that dripped blood-red wax. Posters of bands with crazy hair, gothic makeup, tattoos and piercings instead of cheerful, peppy boy bands. “We’re getting you out of Beatrice’s clutches and buying some time.” Lili’s voice floated out of her huge, walk-in closet. “Oh. Okay.” Cameron popped a yellow pacifier into his mouth. He knew he needed to be a big boy, but he still felt like such a baby inside. It was easier to act like a big boy when he wasn’t cowering in fear of his grandma. Sucking a pacifier was a deeply ingrained habit; he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to break it. The sucking motion soothed him as much as the thick padding around his privates did. While he waited for Lili, he glanced around the room. A sparkly rhinestone encrusted photo frame sat on the bedside table; a picture of Max and Prissy in their football and cheerleading uniforms. Someone had vandalized the photo with a Sharpie, drawing devil horns and a goatee on Prissy’s smiling face while Max had a Hitler moustache and a penis hanging off his chin. Cameron giggled at the immature graffiti. He almost reached for the photo but checked himself just in time. Good boys didn’t touch things that didn’t belong to them. Not that Lili would care; she was most likely the culprit who defaced it. He flopped onto his belly with a crinkle. Warm pee flowed over his crotch as he stared at the closet, waiting for Lili to emerge. Thinking of Prissy made him shudder in old fear, but that paled in comparison to the terror he felt about grandma sending him away and his father returning home. In face of that bleak future, he didn’t fear Prissy as much as he used to. If he was going to succeed at being a big boy again, he’d have to face his normal peers at school once more. He shivered at the thought. But this time would be different; he had Lili. He knew she’d protect him. Lili soon emerged from the closet, pushing a big cardboard box. Cameron scrunched his face up in silent question; Lili just grinned. “Come here, Cam-Cam. We’re gonna make you a big boy, yeah? We’re gonna show ‘em you’re ready to ditch babyhood. So you need big boy clothes. Time to ditch the baby duds.” She opened the box, revealing dark clothing. Her old clothes. Her cheshire cat grin stretched from ear to ear as she tore through the box while Cameron watched her with wide eyes. She played dress up with him. He was soft and pliant, a living baby doll as she put outfit after outfit on him. He eyed the closed bedroom door, worried someone would come in as her hands stripped away protective layers of clothing. Stripped away his babyhood. He stood naked except for his gargantuan diaper. He sucked his paci and poked the happy teddy bears on his diaper’s front panel, doing his best to ignore, to block out the fact that his burn scars were exposed for all the world to see. Anyone who walked in that door would see his ugly scars. He felt so vulnerable. Lili assured him she’d locked the door, but he was still terrified of being seen. She placated him with little kisses to his cheeks, to the tip of his nose, his forehead. Once she selected the first outfit, she hooked her finger through his pacifier ring. Panic flashed. He wasn’t ready for this. He was still just a baby. But if he didn’t do this, he’d be sent all the way back to babyhood. Permanently. No more big boy thoughts. No more Lili. he shuddered and bit back a whimper when the nipple popped out of his mouth. “Ah!” He jumped, giggling, as Lili blew a raspberry on his scarred belly, just above his diaper. She cupped his face. Their eyes met, her gaze soft and warm with just a touch of mischief. He shivered, feeling all tingly inside. Her forehead touched his, her nose rubbing his in an Eskimo kiss. Just when he started to relax, she playfully nipped at his nose. Startled, he jerked his head back. She buried her face in his exposed neck then blew a raspberry on his soft skin. He laughed, squirming helplessly in her embrace. “C’mon, baby.” Lili stumbled, realizing that calling him baby was not the best move at the moment. He needed to be a big boy, not her soft, giggly baby. “Cam-cam. Cameron. My big boy with the noisy butt.” He giggled at her confusion. Moments later, he found himself transformed into a gothic baby doll as Lili tried outfit after outfit on him. As a baby, he never had any say in what he wore. He had some clothes he liked better than others, but he’d learned early on his preferences did not matter. Even back when he’d tried being a big boy, being mainstreamed in school the first time, Beatrice still had maids choosing appropriate outfits for him. But he was a big boy now. He didn’t need grandma’s approval. He knew now he was never going to get it no matter what he did. Maybe he could , picking out his own clothes? At least offer his opinion….but he just stood there passively as Lili dressed him. He didn’t want to disappoint her. His baby wardrobe was a rainbow of bright colors. Lili’s wardrobe was black, black, and more black. Most of her clothes were scary. Or too revealing. He shook his head at a particularly gory skull with a bleeding heart in its mouth. He stepped back with a rustle of plastic. “What’s wrong, Cam?” Lili’s brow wrinkled in concern. “I...I…” Polite refusal lodged in his throat. In the end, he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t voice his opinion. “You don’t like it? It’s one of my favorites.” He winced. “S-Sowwies.” He mumbled softly. “Baby. Cameron. You don’t have to like everything I do. You’re allowed to say no. It’s okay. We’ll work on that.” She kissed his forehead then hugged him close. He was comfortable with her seeing his horrid scars. She rubbed his back, fingers ghosting over the swirls, bumps, and ditches of his pink and white, boiled flesh. Her hand drifted down to the smooth plastic of his diaper, rubbing his heavily padded bottom. Instead of flat padding slightly swollen with pee, her palm passed over mushy lumps. She stilled. “Cameron. Baby. How’s your diapee?” Cameron frowned at her sugary-sweet, talking to a toddler tone. He was supposed to be a big boy. He shifted, focusing on how inside his diaper felt. It was a feeling he was used to ignoring. “Um…” He scrunched his nose up as he concentrated. His crotch was warm and dmap. He’d peed and his diaper was wet, but not wet enough to the point where he normally noticed he was wet. The back of his diaper clung to his cheeks, which slid together like they were covered in mushy mud. He’d pooped himself. When? He’d never even felt the seat of his diaper filling up. “I poopied?” “Good boy!” Lili rewarded him with a sunny, proud smile. “I’ll change your diapee. Diaper. Change your diaper after we get you changed.” He nodded his head, then let Lili finish dressing him. He ended up in a plain black sweater and faded gray jeans with rips in the knees. He was thin. Where he was just skin and bones, Lili was womanly curves. Her clothes hung loose, except for the crotch. The pants clung tight to his diaper, showing off every lump and bulge. The pant waist only came up to his hips; his diaper flowed out the top. The top of his diaper came well up over his belly button. The loose sweater helped hide it, a little, but his diapered state was still visible to anyone who looked. Cameron poked at the noticeable diaper bulge in his pants. His diaper crinkled; he felt like an overgrown baby playing dress up as a big boy. He scrunched his nose and took his pacifier out, handing it to Lili. He had to leave babyhood behind, unless he wanted to be stuck here permanently. Time for him to become a big boy. A big boy who needed diapers, but they would be big boy diapers. No more paci and no more fun prints on his diapers. “Well? Whaddya think? It’s the least scary outfit I own.” Lili came up behind him. Her arms slid around his padded waist and her chin rested on his shoulders. “I...look like a big boy.” He said softly. His slender hands covered hers. “Now I just need to feel like one.” His voice was barely an audible whisper. A corner of her lips quirked up in a half smile. “Baby steps, my big boy. What’s important is you lookin’ like a big boy. It’ll help people think you are a big boy-” She froze, a light bulb flicking on in her head. “Holy shit. That’s what Asha wanted me to get. Why she’s been making me dress like this. “ Lili snorted, then laughed. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.” She laughed harder at Cameron’s sweetly confused expression. Her knees turned to jello; her weight leaned on him, using him as a support to stay standing. Cameron tried to hold her up, but he wasn’t sued to it. He leaned too far forward and bent his knees too much. They collapsed in a heap. His whole body hit the floor with Lili on top of him, squashing him. The mess in his diaper squished around and wet warmth spurted over his crotch. Lili groaned and staggered to her feet. “Damn. You’re nothing but bones.” She rubbed her side, where his elbow had accidentally caught her in the gut. “Sorry?” Cameron said reflexively. He sat up and waited for the throbbing to die down. “You’re the one who fell on me.” He mumbled soft and hesitant, testing the waters and trying to act like a big boy. “Hey. Guess you’re right. Since your’e already on the floor, let’s get that diaper changed, yeah?” He nodded his assent. “I...I should learn how to change my diapees? Diapers? I...I used to. When….back when I was mainstreamed.” His speech was hesitant, soft, scared and reluctant. He liked having his diaper changed; it made him feel loved and cared for. Especially when Lili. Diaper changes with her felt so intimate, once he’d gotten over the fears of her seeing his disgusting scars. Lili blurred the stringent lines that kept him firmly in his place as a baby. She treated him more as an equal, yet still as a baby. She’d helped him grow. She was a babysitter and friend all rolled into one. “Don’t worry about that now.” Lili stuck her tongue out at him teasingly and made a silly face. He giggled. She looked around for his diaper bag, then looked some more. She searched the entire room, even going back into the closet. His first instinct was to lay on his back and passively watch and wait like a good baby. He stared for several heart beats then awkwardly got to his feet with loud crinkles. The enormous bulk of his diaper hampered him, forced his legs far apart. He waddled over to her, helping her search for the missing diaper bag. “Shit. I forgot the fucking bag in your nursery. Damn it to hell-” Cameron took his pacifier out of Lili’s pocket and stuffed it into her mouth, cutting off her tirade of swear words. He smiled at the look of surprise on her face. “You swear too much.” He gently teased, but his big doe eyes were wary. Any time he acted like this, he was used to being chastised back into perfect, obedient silence. Lili just snorted and put the pacifer back into his mouth. He quietly accepted, not sure if she was teasing or chastising him. He nursed softly and waited for her to make the next move. “Well, I know where we could get some diapers. You stay here and I’ll be right back in a flash.” As much as he was trying to be a big boy, being alone in a strange room in a strange house unnerved him too much. His heart quivered in anxiety. He shook his head. “I-I wanna go wif yew. Peese.” His toddler tone was back and he entwined his fingers with Lili’s in a silent plea. His eyes were big and dark with terror. Lili gazed at him for several long moments, weighing her decision like it was a heavy, important one. He whimpered softly and she caved. “Oh, alright. Lili’s stomach twisted with nerves and her mutilated side burned. She scratched it, distracted, as her feet moved through the halls without her paying attention to where they were headed. Cameron clung to her hand, toddling along behind her, ever obedient. They turned down the corridor to Prissy’s room. She felt sick all over. She never should’ve said yes to this...but he begged so sweetly. So pretty and vulnerable her heart couldn’t refuse him. Once, back when they first met, Lili had planned on reuniting Big Baby Cameron with Veggie-Brained Baby Pissy. What a delicious humiliation that would have been for poor Pissy. Even now, a dark part of Lili thrilled at the thought. But Cameron was terrified of Priscilla, his old tormentor. Once Lili had realized that, she kept putting her plan off. And putting it off until she no longer wanted to risk hurting him. Settling an old grudge with her cousin wasn’t worth it. Cameron- his trust, his happiness, his fragile smile- mattered more. Yet here she was, about to drag unsuspecting Cameron into Prissy’s room. She wanted to tell him, but guilt clogged her throat and twisted her insides. She couldn’t think of any way to tell him gently. Once outside Prissy’s door, she had no more room to run. No more room to think. She turned and faced Cameron. He looked at her squestioningly. She took both of his hands and her tongue nervously played with her snakebite piercings. “Cam-Cam. Cameron. I- look.” She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, steadying breath. “Prissy’s in that room.” His eyes widened, huge in terror like she’d just told him a man-eating tiger was on the other side of the door. Guild twisted her heart. His fingers, his whole body, trembled with his fear, with memories of everything Prissy had done to him. “Cameron.” She squeezed his fingers in reassurance. “You can stay out here. I”ll be real quick- I’m just gonna grab some diaper supplies. You know about her accident, yeah? She can’t hurt you ever again.” Lili’s voice was dulcet velvet, soothing his fraying nerves. He nodded his head, pacifier moving vigorously in his mouth. “Gwamma tawked about it. I overheawd her.” He was taking this much better than she’d anticipated. She smiled to show him how proud she was. She’d expected him to fall to pieces. He’d lapsed into the familiar safety zone of babyhood, but he still held himself together. If he faced Prissy, she feared he’d shatter. If she couldn’t pull him back together, she’d loose him. Beatrice would have him sent away to a regression facility for certain. Lili suppressed a shudder. “So, you stay out here and I’ll be right back.” Cameron shook his head and clutched her fingers so tight, so desperate, his knuckles turned white. “I go wif yew. Peese. I-I a big boy.” His petrified eyes stared up at her. “I..I...I haf ta….have to..be a big boy now. P-please. Take me with you. I’ll be okay.” His voice was barely more than a strangled whisper that grew steadier and firmer as he stealed himself. She stared at him, shocked by his soft words. She’d never expected his bold reaction from him, not even in her wildest dreams. His face was pale; he appeared ready to faint but his eyes burned with determination. It stealed her nerves, too. Made her believe he could handle Prissy. “Please? Lili. I need to do this. If...If I can’t face Prissy, how can I ever handle Grandma? D-Daddy?” That last word ended in a strangled whimper as his courage faltered. She nodded her permission, numb all over. She was terrified of Cameron’s reaction to Prissy, but she couldn’t argue with his logic. He was right; he needed to do this. She turned to face the door; he latched onto her arm, wrapping both of his arms around her one and clutching it to his chest like a teddybear. He buried his face into her shoulder, eyes squeezed tight shut. He looked like he was entering a Halloween horror house. In the back of her brain Lili wondered if he was wetting his diaper out of terror. She fleetingly felt the urge to check his diaper. Instead, she kissed the top of his head in encouragement for both of them, then turned the knob.

Main concerns centre on the thick ice sheets which are sitting on landmasses,principally Greenland & Antarctica which on melting will definitely raise sea levels. But there are related runaway climate factors because white surfaces are good at reflecting the suns rays back into space. So less ice & snow more absorption of suns rays..the more the planet will heat up. There's also apparently large amount of methane gas locked in the arctic tundra permafrost which is a much more serious greenhouse gas than Carbon Dioxide & is now getting released in larger & larger amounts. Sudden changes in climate mean huge areas of tress & vegetation, which are good at absorbing carbon from the atmosphere & locking it away, may die off & it will be a while before new species establish themselves.Also issues with the sea becoming more acidic because it will absorb more carbon dioxide effecting marine vegetation.Not to mention the way our oceans are being poisoned by all our plastic waste & the impact on marine ecosystems. Finally through complete madness we've gone & built around 400 operating nuclear power plants located on coasts & river estuaries because they use water as a coolant, This has to be pumped round the sealed reactor cores & flooding means many more potential Fukushima type disasters Each reactor takes between 30 & 100 years to turn off & decommission .Then the reactor cores are supposed to be encased in concrete sarcophagi, needing regular maintenance, for tens of thousands of years. What the result of so much deadly radioactive material potentially leaking out into the environment would be anybodies guess but I don't see it ending well.

I use a MegaMax nowadays so it a diaper that typically has ample room, but that for the advice I will do that! Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

When ever I get one of the hard long poops I sit down and let it spread little by little and enjoy when my bowels are empty. I walk around and let it shift by itself and then its time for a good long walk. You can also drink more water and let it soften naturally. Enjoy a nice big poop in that diaper.

I personally feel as if wearing 24/7 would ruin the whole experience and turn me off of diapers. I find that the right balance of wearing verses not wearing satisfies my cravings enough without it losing appeal.

I think people who have a problem with under age characters when there is no sexual content are the sick ones because they are the ones sexualizing it so they are projecting. If you don't like underage characters, fine, don't read it. This is all sexual for you so therefore you can't read a story and not find it sexual when it's not supposed to be. Fetlife is very sexual and most ABDLs there did not get into it as children and they discovered it as adults so it's not part of who they are, to them this is just a hobby thing. They also get offended if you say this is part of who you are and you can't change it, same as if you are child like. They claim this is comparing it to being trans or gay. But there are groups there that allow these things. I am surprised I never got kicked out of groups for this. Many ABDLs there project.

The True Gold all went into her diaper bag. Kristine did not know why she was surprised, but she was. Still, once she had all the True Gold packed away, she dismissed her bag to where-ever it went, and then she and Tac teleported away. A few jumps put her home. Not that the small apartment felt like home anymore. She was not sure if any place would feel like home, not after all she had experienced. Tac jumped off of Kristine’s shoulder. Kristine dismissed her magical self, her Magic Girl uniform fading away, replaced by the clothing she had been wearing long ago. “So,” Tac said, “what are you going to do with all the True Gold?” Kristine said, “I’m thtill thinking about it.” She walked to the bathroom where she stripped off her clothing and diaper and then got into the shower, just standing under the spray until her finger and toes began to wrinkle. After drying off, she pulled out some new clothing, tags still on it, and summoned her diaper bag for a fresh training panty. The skirt's waistband felt a little loose, though she was sure everything had fit well when she had bought it. “Did I get smaller? Younger?” she asked Tac after several seconds of tugging at the waistband, wondering if it was just her imagination. “You became more so what you have become, closer to the Platonic Ideal of a Nursery Knight. So yes, you are smaller, and you look a little younger. You're also stronger too, so that's to the good.” Kristine gave the skirt a quick tug, decided it would stay up, thanks in part to the extra bulk her training panties seemed to have. “Thtronger. How? Why? I don't get it.” “It’s all complicated." "Well, explain, and don't you dare thay you'll use simple words." "I don't need simple words. It's complicated, but the explanation is simple enough. First of all, you were the only Magical Girl of a team in the Mundane Realm. Which meant you had to be as strong as the entire team together. There also needed to be the ability for you to be stronger. And then you touched the primal chaos that all magic comes from, which of course filled you with power and supercharged you. You ate all your vegetables. The point is you are now a lot stronger than before.” Kristine sat down on the couch, feeling stunned for a moment. She unzipped the pouch on the side of her diaper bag and removed the various correspondence and contacts she found within. Details of the house she owned, move-in dates, insurance, everything was taken care of. Focusing on that was easier and let her mind turn over what Tac had told her. She tossed the pages to the side and leaned back on the couch. “What does it mean when a Magical Girl gets stronger?” “More powers, stronger powers, usually a few new magical doodahs.” “Tho I can take out a War Titan and fight a Duke on equal footing.” “Yeah,” Tac told her. “I’d still put money on the Duke if he was serious though. Maybe not a lot, but still money.” “What happenth if I were to dump the True Gold where the Eleven might find it? Will the problem go away.” Tac, perched on the back of the sofa, shook her feline head. “Naive.” Kristine sighed as she reached for her laptop, dismissing her diaper bag as she did so. As the laptop booted up, she asked. “Why ithn’t it a good idea?” “Well, if you want to get all those other Nursery Knights killed it’s a good idea.” Kristine logged in an asked, “Why would that get them killed?” “What do you think the Eleven are going to do if they find a bunch of unaccounted for True Gold?” Kristine sighed. “Try to find out who created it.” “What a smart baby you are.” “Thut up,” Kristine said with no real heat as she opened her mail program. There was the usual junk mail and some emails from some old friends. She hovered her cursor over to them, realised most them had no idea what had happened to her. That amazed her until she really thought of it. As a life-changing event as it had been for her, for the rest of the world, it hardly mattered. There were some emails from Olivia. That surprised her. After their last meeting, she would not have expected to hear back from her. Ever. She climbed across her couch, searched about, found her phone. Some texts, about what she would expect, and there were several from Olivia. She checked the texts and the emails. Some apologies for the way she had acted, a suggestion that they talk. A few more, the later ones suggesting that Olivia was hurt by her silence. “Fuck,” Kristine said as she replied to one of the emails. “What’s up?” Tac asked. Kristine was not of the mind to answer, but then said, “I got thome messages from Olivia.” “That girl from work who ran out on you?” And the girl that Tac had tried to seduce; Perhaps successfully. “Yes. She must have figured I ghothted her.” Kristine wrote a message, kept it pretty simple. Apologised for her silence, said she had been ‘way out of town’ and then asked if it was okay for Olivia to be in touch with her due to the case. She finished off with that she would like to talk, assuming that it was okay, then sent the mail off. Kristine was not sure if she would get a reply, and she was not sure if she wanted one. She feared that both of them would just get hurt if they had any contact. “What you should do,” Tac said, “is give all the True Gold back to the Duke of Threes. He’s your only option, and you can get concessions out of him.” Kristine looked over at Tac. Realised she had been talking about the True Gold’s disposition for about a minute. She was about to ask Tac to explain what she had been saying but decided it was not worth finding out. “I am not giving anything to the Duke of Thwees.” “You see,” Tac said, “that is wrong thinking. Cause when the Duke learns you have his stuff he is going to come and take it away from you. And he will find out cause you left that Lotts guy alive.” “I’ll deal with it when it happenth.” “By dying?” Kristine did not answer. She gave her training panties a discrete squeeze to see if they were still dry. Tac jumped down from the couch. “You don’t have much time to figure out what to do with it. The longer you wait, the worse it is going to be for you.” “I know,” Kristine said. After a night’s sleep and a soaked diaper, Kristine went to visit her new house. The current occupants were not to be moved out for a few more weeks, but Kristine could see that they were already packing things up. She made the current occupants leave with an exclusion field and just walked around the house. Thinking about the simple task of how she would decorate the home kept her mind from more complicated thoughts, like what she was going to do about the Duke of Threes. In the master bedroom, she stood in front of the window, looking down at the large yard. A swing set would look nice down there, with a slide. She turned and looked at the room, wondering again where she would get a crib the right size. She stopped, frozen slightly. Swing set? Crib? What the hell was she thinking? Had her mind been corrupted by the magic or her time in the Nursery Garden? No. She would not have it. Kristine looked at the room. She would get a large, king size bed, with an impressive canopy, and solid railings… Kristine cried softly in anger. To hell with it, she’d get someone to decorate the place for her. Dismissing the exclusion field, Kristine teleported away. She ended up on the roof of a tall building, sitting on the edge, feet dangling over the side. What was she going to do with her life? During the time in the Magical Realm, she had never thought about that. Had stopped thinking about it. Maybe there was some kind of job there? Would Gorgeous have a use for her? Her phone chimed. Producing it out of thin air she looked at the screen. A text from Olivia. ‘Hey. Got your message’ Kristine stared at the text for a few seconds and then, slowly, tapped in, ‘Good to hear from you’. ‘You were out of town?’ Answering without thinking about it too much she typed, ‘In the Magical Realm.’ It was something like a minute before the replay came back. ‘Seriously?’ ‘It’s complicated’ Kristine responded, smiling as she pictured the look on Olivia’s face. ‘I guess so’ the reply came back after several seconds. And then ‘Listen, I would like to talk’. Kristine took a moment to think about what to say and then texted, ‘Sure. When and Where?’ She bit gently at her lower lip and waited. Olivia’s reply came back, ‘Busy today. Maybe tomorrow night?’ Kristine was about to type her answer back, but she could see that Olivia was sending something. She waited and a moment later read, ‘Guess we can’t go to a bar’ For a moment Kristine wondered if Olivia was making fun of her in some manner. She decided that it was a fair enough question. ‘Might be easier to go somewhere else’ ‘Coffee shop? What about that one downtown, Beans…’ Kristine remembered Beans. In fact, she had been having coffee there before the monster had attacked her. Before she became a Magical Girl. Did Olivia know? She typed in, ‘Beans tomorrow night. Sounds good’ ‘See you there around 7?’ ‘Yeah. Around 7’ She stared at her phone for a minute, but Olivia texted nothing new. Turning on the ledge, her diaper a little squishy, she looked off in the distance, towards where she had used to work. To where Olivia worked still. It would be so easy to teleport there. Instead, she sat there just looking out over the city, until, sometime later, a sudden and desperate pressure sent her teleporting off to find a toilet. Barron Lotts chose to go the fastest way he could back to the lands of the Duke of Threes. Travelling so rapidly might attract attention, but he thought that the news he carried required he take such a chance. When he reached the Duchy Lotts thought he would need to arrange a meeting, but he had only arrived when a message came, a summons to meet the Duke near the Nursery Gardens. Had the Duke already found out about his failure? He trembled in fear, but he did not disregard the summons. It did not take long for him to arrive at the meeting place. He was hardly there for a minute or two before the Duke appeared, striding towards him. As he closed, Barron Lotts dropped to his knees, bowed his head low. “I apologise Your Grace.” The Duke was quiet for a moment before he asked, “And what are you apologising for?” His tone was cold, and yet also curious. The Duke had been unaware. Then why the urgent summons? No matter. Head still bowed he said, “The items that I was putting in the mundane,” he did not say what, for he knew that his Duke was trying to maintain deniability, “it was stolen, by that Magical Girl.” No need to say which. The Duke’s anger was like a palpable thing, and Lotts sucked in a breath as it hit him. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, waiting for the pain to fall on him. Would it be slow, or would the Duke of Threes end him quickly? But no blow fell, and the anger, while not fading, no longer was directed at him. “Tell me what happened.” He did. He told the Duke of the tracker, and its death, of the Magical Girl appearing in the twisted space, and how she had so easily defeated him and the other two. The Duke listened and said nothing until Lotts was finished. “I will punish your incompetence later,” the Duke said. The word ‘incompetence’ fell on Lotts like a physical blow. “For now I want you to gather agents who can operate in the Mundane.” “Your Grace?” For the first time, he looked up at the Duke. His gaze was hard, eyes dark. He looked as if he could destroy the land in his anger. But his rage was tightly controlled as he told Lotts, “I am going to the Mundane Realm to retrieve what was stolen.” Kristine sat on the couch, watching TV, surfing channels. Tac lay on the back of the sofa, making comments about the television content. Most of them were actually clever, but Kristine did not want to let Tac know she thought that. Kristine had been thinking about a lot of things, and there were many different questions that she wanted to ask Tac. She settled on, “When a Magical Girl gets more powerful, their outfit and weaponth can change, right?” Tac who had been ranting at the reality show on the television paused and looked at Kristine. “Yeah, so?” Kristine was thinking about things. “And when a Magic Girl firtht gets their power?” “What do you mean?” Kristine turned off the television. “How wath my mace created?” “Primal Chaos Magic, flared up when you accepted the contract and created a suitable weapon.” Suitable? Kristine wanted to give the Chaos Magic a piece of her mind. “And when a Magical Girl becomes more powerful? More Chaos Flare?” “Yeah, lesser, so the changes are more subtle, usually.” “But cauthe I went out into raw Chaos?” “Your changes were less subtle.” “Could a Magic Girl get a thword of True Gold?” Tac looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Maybe. Why are you asking?” “So it ith possible?” “You’re not thinking of using that True Gold are you?” “Could I explain its prethence by saying it appeared, when I became more powerful?” “You could try. If you were stupid.” Kristine nodded. “And what are you going to do? Cover everything you have in True Gold?” “No,” Kristine said. “Good, cause it is a bad idea.” “You thaid that True Gold could be refined easily?” “You’re an idiot, Even thinking that makes you an idiot.” “Eathy or not?” Kristine asked, refusing to rise to Tac's taunting. “Yes. Easy. Even for you.” Kristine nodded. “Then I know what I am going to do with the True Gold.” “You’re going to get us killed.” Kristine said nothing, then shook her head. “I don’t think so.” Kristine checked her training panties for the third time, making sure they still felt dry. She was well dressed, at least as well as a child could dress without looking like they were going to a party or acting as a flower girl at a wedding. She was wearing a white blouse with a black, pleated skirt. She was using a safety pin to take in the waistband of the skirt, which otherwise would have been a bit too loose. Kristine thought she looked okay. Her phone said it was almost 7. She had gotten a text from Olivia about an hour before saying she would be there. She was standing near Beans, a few doors down, in front of the store whose window she had been thrown through not so long ago. They had replaced the window. She hoped their insurance had covered it. Sometimes they would not if the damage was caused by magic. Another example of the complicated nature law took when magic was involved. Would Olivia really be all right in meeting with her? Just having known someone who became a Magical Girl could probably be an issue. Maintaining the relationship was almost sure to lead to a problem. But, if necessary, Kristine could do something about it. He had a feeling for the kind of magic that could keep any such meetings from being noticed. Though was that okay? There was a moral question there, using magic in such a way. Thoughts like that filled her mind. She did not see Olivia until she was crossing the street for the front door of Beans. Kristine walked quickly and intercepted her just on the sidewalk. Olivia looked at her, blinked, probably not recognising her at first. “Kristine,” she said. Kristine wanted to smile an idiot, Olivia saying her name, almost like the old days. She settled for a less crazed smile and nodded. “It is good to see you.” Olivia recovered from her confusion quickly. “Come on,” she said and opened the door to Beans for Kristine. Kristine entered, Olivia behind her. Olivia pointed out a table near the back. “Grab us the seat. I’ll get something drink. Still drinking black coffee or…” “Tea would be okay, house blend, whatever they have.” “Milk? Sugar?” “Just thome lemon,” Kristine told her. She took a seat at the table, her feet not touching the floor. The shop was not very busy, and it did not take long for Olivia to get their orders. As she sat, Olivia placed a large cup full of tea, a slice of lemon on the side, in front of Kristine. “I really want to apologise for that night. I came out of nowhere, and a dropped a lot of shit on you, and that was unfair of me.” Kristine did not answer immediately and covered the uncomfortable pause as she squeezed some lemon into her tea. “It was a weird time all around. I don’t think there is anything to apologise about.” Olivia snorted, tried to cover it by taking a drink of her coffee. “Thomething funny?” “Just that lisp. It’s kind of cute. Sorry.” Kristine sighed, took a drink of her tea and then said, “Not so cute on the other side.” Olivia sobered and nodded. “I suppose not.” Almost a minute passed at they each focused on their beverages. The bell over the door rang as several people came in, talking animatedly, laughing as they walked towards the counter. “I treated you badly, and I’m sorry,” Olivia said. Kristine nodded. “Thank you. It means a lot. I hope we can thtill be friends.” Olivia nodded, took a deep breath. “I am hoping we can be more than friends.” Kristine felt like she had when the War Titan had hit her. Dazed, not sure what had happened for a moment. “Pardon?” Olivia’s cheeks darkened. “It’s just that, well, you see,” she stopped, placed her hands in front of her, took a few deep breaths. “After I left that night, I met this woman. She was beautiful, seemed to know what I was going through.” “You don’t need to thay anything,” Kristine told her, though she wanted to ask if this woman had been dressed in a tuxedo, perhaps with a pair of cat ears. Olivia continued as if Kristine had said nothing. “I ended up sleeping with her, not that we slept.” Olivia gave her that old, mischievous smile. Kristine wanted to tell her to shut up. “It was incredible.” “I really don’t need to know,” Kristine said, hoping that Olivia would listen. Not that she recalled Olivia really listening, “I’ve never experienced anything like that before. The things that that woman did with her tongue, I thought I would not be able to walk normally for a few days after.” “Just thut up,” Kristine said, her mind full of images of Tak and Olivia having sex. She had spoken louder than she had meant to. Several people were looking their way. She was sure she heard someone say, “No smoking, isn’t time they started making places no children.” Kristine blushed and sunk down in her chair, feeling a slight squish in her training panties. Part of her wanted to get up and find out who had spoken, punch them in the mouth. Olivia looked around, smiled, looked to Kristine and said, “Someone is a brat.” “Really,” Kristine said, keep her voice low and even, “just thut up.” “It was terrific sex.” “Fine,” Kristine told her. “I’m happy for you.” Olivia shook her head. “It was great… but also disappointing.” “Dithappointing?” Now that surprised Kristine. From everything she had seen (and she had seen too much) Tac’s partners were anything but disappointed. Olivia reached across the table and put her hand on top of Kristine’s. “Just holding your hand means more. That’s what I figured out. As good as the sex was, it did not mean anything. This, right now, this means something.” “But, but, when you kithed me…” “I’m not talking about kissing you. Just being with you.” A few people sat down close by. Olivia sat back, taking her hand off of Kristine’s. “Let’s go to that steak place you like,” Kristine said. “It’s more private.” She thought private would be better. “It’s more expensive,” Olivia told her. "Way more expensive." “I’ll pay.” Olivia looked at her. “You’ll pay?” “Being a Magical Girl comes with a very generouth benefits package,” Kristine explained. The atmosphere was dead, and it stunk. It was not the sort of air a being like him cared for. The Duke of Threes stood near an airport as huge planes took off almost over his head. Why would anyone even come here, he wondered. “Your Grace, I have brought her,” Lotts said. The Duke of Threes turned, looked towards Lotts and Tahc who had been escorted there by Lotts. Tahc was apparently surprised to see him. “Your Grace, you cannot be here,” she said. She sounded panicked. Lotts frowned. “Who are you to tell me where I can be?” She slunk back, dropped her gaze. “I am sorry Your Grace, but someone of your power in the Mundane Realm, it will be noticed. There might already be Liaisons on the way to activate Magical Girls to fight you.” The Duke of Threes supposed that might be true, but he shook his head. “I will not be here long enough for it to matter even if that were to happen. I need to know what you have found out about the Magical Girl Kristine.” She lifted her head, started openly at him. “Your report,” he said, his voice snapping. “She has an apartment and a home that was recently purchased. She could be at either or neither. Her movement is uncertain because she is a teleporter. She is distant from her family and was recently let go from her job.” “You are telling me very little of use,” he snapped. “I am still investigating Your Grace.” “Do you have any useful information at all?” Tahc stepped back as if struck. “I am afraid that is all I can tell you at the moment.” “Very well. We shall do this messily. Barron Lotts, release the tracking beasts, and tell your forces to move out.” “Forces?” Tahc asked nervously. “We will chase this Magical Girl to the ground and then capture her. As you said, she is a combat teleporter. Our best option is to overwhelm her.” “What did she do?” It was an impertinent question, but the Duke supposed he could understand why it was asked and forgive Tahc for asking. “She has offended me. And for that, there will be no forgiveness.” Tahc nodded. “Of course Your Grace.” Blacks Fine Dining had been an institution in the city for more than a hundred years ago. There had been a time when a woman and child would have been turned away at the door for it had once only allowed gentlemen to dine there. And not that long ago their casual dress would have ensured they would not be seated. Even now the maitre’d had given them a disapproving look and seated them near the back of the restaurant, out of sight. That suited Kristine who wanted a more private conversation. They had not really spoken in the cab over, then their conversation was innocuous until the waiter had taken their orders and left them with the drinks. “So, being with me?” Kristine asked. “What does that mean exactly?” Olivia looked at her, reached across the table and took Kristine’s hand as she had in the coffee shop. “It means we are together, like this. It means innocent touches that make our hearts race.” Kristine supposed her heart was racing. “And what if I want more than an innothent touch?” Kristine did not know why she asked it, but she had. And she wanted to know. Perhaps she was thinking about the Nursery Knights and their toys, and the games they played with each other. Olivia did not let go of her hand, in fact, she gripped it a little tighter and said, “That might be something I can never give you. But, we can be,” Olivia paused, “lovers, of a kind.” “Of a kind?” “Give me a break,” she said with a smile, “this is all new to me. All I know is I want you in my life. And as more than just friends.” Kristine stared at her and thought about having Olivia in her life. A flurry of thoughts filled her head about how complicated it might be. And she was worried about Olivia. “You’re a lawyer, well, you’ll be one. You can’t be athothiated with a Magical Girl. It will taint your cases.” “Bullshit,” Olivia told her. “And even if it might, you could use magic to keep it all hidden, right?” Kristine was about to deny that, but a moment’s of thought told her she could do what Olivia was asking. She said as much. “See.” “It feels immoral. A breach of professional conduct.” “It is not like you’ll be helping me win cases.” It was a good point. The optics of it might be bad, but there was nothing actually wrong with it. They heard the waiter approach, but Olivia did not release her hand. Kristine might have pulled away, but she saw a challenge in Olivia’s eyes. What the hell, she had an ID that would clear up any questions if the waiter called the cops. He looked at them, perhaps trying to figure out what they were up to, then, seemed to decide it was either harmless or not his problem. Kristine supposed her and Olivia holding hand was innocent enough. Still, maybe the waiter should have shown a little more concern. It made her wonder if such scenes were not unknown of in Blacks Fine Dining. He placed their appetisers down in front of them; Olivia a salad and Kristine soup. With their food there Olivia released Kristine’s hand and picked up her cutlery. Kristine picked up her silverware as well. She was reminded of the clumsy forks and spoons she had used in Nursery Garden. These fit comfortably in her hands, and she ate her soup without spilling a drop. She placed her spoon down and said, “I wet the bed… well, I wet my diaperth that I wear when I am in bed.” She supposed she was trying to shock Olivia, maybe scare her away. Olivia put her salad fork down. “I suppose that is because of the Magical Girl thing?” Kristine nodded. “Why?” The full story would take too long, so she simplified it. “Whoever thought up the Nurthery Knights thought it would be cute if they were in diapers.” “And if they were in them they should use them?” Kristine nodded. “Kinky,” Olivia said as she picked up her fork and started on her salad again. Kristine did not say anything for a few seconds. “Kinky?” she finally asked. Olivia nodded, continuing to work on her salad. She paused and said, “I mean when you look at any Magical Girl they all seem as if they are representing someone’s fetish.” “I never really thought of it like that.” “Really? You never wondered why so many of them had short skirts?” “Eathe of movement?” Olivia made a rude noise of derision, smiling. “Okay, I’ll give you that. Not sure if this was because of a fetish.” It would be difficult to explain the details behind the Duke of Threes' need for easily influenced and immature Magical Girls. And it would require her to tell Olivia things that maybe it would be best she did not know. And maybe the diapers had been someone else’s idea who really did have some kind of fetish for it. She took another mouthful of her soup. “I don’t really care if you are wearing diapers,” Olivia told her. “I get why you care, but it does not matter to me. Probably.” “Probably?” “It’s strange. It is all strange. But honestly, I don’t want to let that it is strange to get in my way, get in our way.” Kristine looked across the table at Olivia. Weird. That summed it up. But if Olivia could be part of her life, then she was able to see a future to it. “You’re right. And if we can figure out a way to make thith work, that would be great.” Olivia smiled. They ordered their meals. Kristine excused herself to go and change her training panties. They talked about what to do next. How the two of them might make this thing work. They would have to go slow. “You got a house?” Olivia asked when they talked about where they might live at some future time. Kristine nodded. “Like I said, there is a great benefith package.” “Where ith it?” Olivia asked. Kristine was about to answer when she heard a crashing sound and some angry outbursts that switched to scream of fear. They were in an otherwise empty corner of the restaurant, and to see what was going on in the main room they had to leave their seats and take a few steps towards the door. “What the hell are those?” Olivia asked. Kristine knew. Well, she knew that two of them were red caps, and one had the long, lean look of the Duke of Threes, but was not him. And the creature with them, some weird amalgam of dog and bug, Kristine had never seen before. But somehow she knew it was a tracker. The Duke of Threes reacted faster than she had thought. Kristine transformed into her Magical Girl self, with her short baby dress, and thick diaper peeking out under the hem, her pacifier hanging from the front by a ribbon. “Wow, that is kinky,” Olivia said to Kristine. Kristine grabbed her hand. “They are here for me, so we thould leave.” She teleported away with Olivia in tow.

While a ruler’s strength was critical to any domain within the Magic Realm, there were other supports on which a territory depended. Soft power and hard power. The Duke of Threes cultivated both and made it a point to know the status of all the departments, diplomats, spies and soldiers in his land. Amidst his busy schedule three days after Kristine had left, he was a touring the elite air cavalry unit that defended his mountain borders. The tour had been scheduled for the previous day, but Kristine’s actions had forced cancellations and shuffling of appointments. He walked along the orderly lines of wyverns and their riders. The wyverns had scales in various shades of blue, clean and bright. The riders, most of them tall and slim, like the Duke himself, and were dressed in blue-grey armour, that matched the colour of their mounts in the right light. As the Duke of Threes walked their lines, he wondered could Kristine defeat such a force. His thoughts about the Magical Girl these days had been about her strength. The soldiers looked strong. He was confident were any of his neighbours to try to cross his borders the Brigade of elite air cavalry sound stop them, or at least slow them long enough for his mountain rangers to move on the scene. As he walked along the next line of wyverns and their riders a messenger approached. He dropped to his knees in front of the Duke and the Brigade’s Master Rider. “My apologies Your Grace.” “Speak,” the Duke ordered. “An envoy from the Eleven awaits your pleasure and convenience at the castle.” A cold feeling ran through his gut. However, his expression did not change, as if this news meant nothing to him. ‘Awaits your pleasure and convenience’. As if he might put off an envoy from the Eleven until it was convenient. It was a laughable fiction that only a fool might believe. “Master Rider, I am needed at the castle and therefore must cut short my inspection.” “Of course Your Grace.” The Master Rider was female, with sharp, symmetrical features and almond-shaped eyes. She smiled professionally. “You did us an honour with your presence.” The Duke nodded, and then, knowing the value of maintaining morale, he told her, “Provide me with your fastest riders to see me back to my castle and provide a suitable honour guard.” “It will be my pleasure, Your Grace.” It was a matter of only a few commands, and the air cavalry moved quickly and skillfully. Soon a group of ten riders and their mounts were lined up along the mountain ridge. The Duke of Threes climbed upon the Master Rider’s very own wyvern. The Master Rider spoke a few words to the beast, then stepped away. “Fly fast,” the Master Rider called. The wyverns rose nearly as one, wings pumping them into the air, and then they leaned forward and flew down the rocky mountain slope, picking up terrific speed. They were fast. It did not take long to reach his castle and the wyverns circled in towards the flat roof. As they approached the Duke saw people moving out onto the roof. Likely the Envoy come to meet him. A great honour one might think. The Duke was not so confident. He leapt from the back of the wyvern as it touched down. “Your speed was truly amazing. Please give the Master Rider my compliments,” he called up to the captain who had commanded the flight. “Yes, Your Grace,” the Captain called out. The Duke took a moment to check his clothing. He was outfitted in dress armour, gold and white, a fur-lined cloak hanging from his shoulders. It was suitable for meeting with an Envoy of the Eleven. So he walked forward, bold and confident, wondering why the Eleven would send an Envoy. Could it have something to do with Kristine? When he saw Gorgeous standing among the Envoy’s entourage, he knew it must be related to the escaped Magical Girl, but he could not understand what. He bowed politely to the Envoy. “You do me a great honour in visiting me,” he said. The Envoy was a stick thin man, with features that perhaps had once been fine, but now looked hollow and haggard. As he moved and spoke, it seemed as if he was beset by nervous ticks, for his movement and speech were full of strange shifts. In truth, the man was less an Envoy and more a vessel for the Eleven. Where an envoy went, the Eleven might see and speak. And each of the Eleven tried to assert dominance in the use of the Envoy, the strange ticks the result of those shifts in dominance. For a moment the Envoy’s smile was that of the Fourth, and then a change to that of the Sixth. A narrowing of the eyes that seemed that of the Seventh. “You do us an honour with your loyal and steadfast service Duke of Threes,” the Envoy told him. Had the Envoy stressed the word ‘loyal’? “I live to serve,” the Duke of Threes said. “Yes,” the Envoy said, and the expression was that of the One. Curse it all, why was the Envoy here? What were the Eleven interested in? He did not have long to wait to find out. “It has come to our attention that you have a group of Magical Girls in your lands.” The Duke of Threes had never made it a secret, though he had never made a point of publicising it. “I do.” The Envoy gave an aborted nod, his lips twitched strangely. His expression shifted as he said, “It has been made known to us that such girls might be able to create True Gold.” The Duke answered, after a moment, “I suppose such a thing is possible.” Another pause. “I would never tell them to do such a thing.” Close to the Envoy stood a truth seeker. He said nothing, though he would not speak unless a lie were told. The Duke of Threes would have to be very careful in what he said. “Be that as it may, we wish to see these Magical Girls,” the Envoy told him. “Of course. Give me a moment to arrange for transport.” While no one could have expected an Envoy to appear, the Duke of Three’s staff were not to be found wanting. His airship was brought up, and the air cavalry with their wyverns would serve as an excellent honour guard. Busying himself with arranging things meant he did not have to speak to the Envoy. It meant he could think. Why had Kristine left? He had assumed she had grown tired of the Nursery Garden, too mature for it. Refusing to accept it as her new life. What if there had been something else? He did not stare, but he watched Gorgeous. She seemed confident. Perhaps even pleased. What had she told the Eleven? He had suspicions. He would know soon enough he supposed. The airship took them to the Nursery Garden in short order. He had sent a messenger ahead to make sure the girls were ready. He led the way through the gates of the Nursery Garden. Colleen had the girls standing in a row. A small group of nannies were a few steps back, heads lowered in respect. The Envoy and his entourage entered. Gorgeous was looking closely at the girls. “They look well,” she said. “I don’t care for how they look, just what they might do,” the Envoy told her, then walked to stand in front of the Nursery Knights. The girls all curtseyed, sweetly, with diapered bottoms sticking out from the hems of two short dressed. In unison, they said, “Welcome Envoy of the Eleven.” It was well and skillfully done. He saw Colleen’s hand in that. The Envoy acknowledged their welcome. “We offer our thanks to the Magical Girls who keep the peace in the Mundane Realm, and we welcome you officially to our Magical one.” The girls seemed pleased at the welcome. Perhaps put off guard. He hoped they said nothing foolish. The Envoy looked at them and then asked, with the abruptness of the Ninth, “Have you created True Gold?” The Nursery Knights did not say anything. As a group, they seemed confused. Then Annie said, “I don’t know what True Gold is.” The Truth Seeker remained silent. The Duke was pleased with how much Colleen had hidden from the Nursery Knights. He was worried that the Envoy might explain what True Gold was, or provide a sample, but with a tick like twitch, the Envoy said, “No matter. It is your skill at magic that we wish to learn about. Please, put up a shield, as strong as you can.” Annie looked towards the Duke, but Colleen said, “Do as the Envoy asks.” So Annie created a shield. A Scintillating barrier of hexagonal light. “Thank you,” the Envoy said and then looked at Betty. “Can you explain the Law of Unequal Energy Return?” Betty sucked on her lower lip for a moment, then said, “A spell can be created with a magical reactor within it so that it produces more power than you put into it.” “Yes,” the Envoy said. There were more demonstrations requested, more questions asked. It went on for several minutes before the Envoy said. “Thank you. This has been most useful. The Magical Girls may go.” The Duke of Threes nodded at Colleen. “Come along girls,” Colleen said. The nannies moved forward to help Colleen with the girls. Once the Nursery Knights were gone the Envoy asked the Duke to show him around the Nursery Garden. The Duke did. He did not try to hide the magical circle, though he did not go to it immediately. When they arrived at the circle, the Envoy said, “A powerful spell focus for such a place.” “This was not always a garden given over to the care of the Magical Girls.” He did not say that the circle had always been there as that would have been a lie. The Envoy’s people examined the area, likely looking for traces of True Gold. They would not find any. Eventually, the day nearly over, the Envoy had seen all he wanted. “Thank you for your time Duke of Threes.” They stood outside the gates of the Nursery Garden. “It was my pleasure to serve,” the Duke answered. “In my opinion, these Magical Girls could create True Gold.” Keeping his expression calm the Duke nodded. “I understand.” “As a result, we shall now ensure they are monitored.” The Duke wanted to curse loudly, but he only nodded and said, “I understand.” Never again would the Nursery Knights create True Gold. He wanted to scream in anger, but he kept a calm facade. “Might I ask something?” Gorgeous, who had been quiet, spoke up. The Envoy looked at her and nodded. “Might I ask the Duke of Threes for permission to send Liaisons to check in on the Nursery Knights and their well being?” “That seems fair to ask,” The Envoy said before the Duke of Threes could say anything. “The Duke of Threes had been very kind in taking care of the Nursery Knights in such a manner. I have little doubt we will always find the Nursery Knights happy here.” “No doubt,” the Envoy answered. “Of course,” the Duke said. Maintaining the Nursery Garden was an expense, but one he had borne for the True Gold the Nursery Knights created. Now that they could not be allowed to create anymore it was a drain with no return. And he was going to have to maintain it, so the girls remained happy. He looked at Gorgeous. She had a deadpan expression. Damn the woman. He saw the Envoy and his entourage off, promising he would make the observers welcome. And when he was gone the Duke wanted to rail in anger. Colleen had approached. “I am sorry. What will you…” He turned and caught her around the throat. “There are no questions to ask here,” he told her in a low growl. Colleen’s eyebrows lifted. “As far as anyone knows how things will go here was how they always went. Therefore there is no need for any questions, is there?” She shook her head. He released her. “Good.” Leaving her, he walked towards the wyvern that awaited him. When he reached the beast, he pulled himself up on its back. He looked back at the Nursery Garden and then cursed softly. As the wyvern took the air, he promised vengeance to all that had stood in his way. He whispered curses under his breath. Perhaps he could not have the Nursery Knights make more True Gold, but he still had all that they had made. He would need to use it carefully, but he would use it. Those that had dared to stand against him would regret it before they died. Kristine did not know how much she had missed it until she stepped out the gate, back into the Mundane world. The constant magical forces that required her to remain a Magical Girl were gone. This was where she belonged, and she wanted to change back to her mundane form as soon as possible. Training pants were preferable to diapers. But she had work to do and was stuck being her Magical Girl self. Baron Lotts had come through the gate from the Magical Realm not long before. Now she just had to track him. “Nurthery Camera, Teddy Bear Eyes,” she chanted. There were places he might go where there were no toys, and if he did she would have to try something else, but for the moment between her plushy watchers and teleportation she was keeping up. He had met up with Mr Badger, and Mr Rat and the three of them together were moving quickly by magical means. “So,” Tac asked, “What are you going to do when you find out where they are stashing the gold.” “I think I am going to beat them up.” “Any reason?” “Lotts ith a degenerate jerk and the other two tried to kidnap me.” “Both good reasons I will admit.” They stood atop of a building, Kristine watching through the glass eyes of a plush kitten in the back of a parked car. Somewhere else, Lotts, Badger and Rat were patrolling an area, walking the streets of a city. Probably making sure they were not being followed or watched. “I think they are clothe to the hiding plathe,” Kristine said. “Yeah? Good. Hey Kristine, do you remember what I told you about trackers?” Kristine had her eyes closed. “I recall thome of what you said.” “Do you recall me saying that a lesser tracker would find you if you stayed in the Mundane Realm?” Kristine opened her eyes, exasperated. She had a ghostly after-image of what the toy kitten saw. “What point are you trying to make?” “Incoming at seven o'clock low.” Tac lifted her paw to point. “What?” Kristine looked in the direction that Tac indicated. Something was bounding up the side of the building, glass cracking like spiderwebs where its feet hit. It looked feline, but all wrong, as if there were far too many vertebrae in its spine, and if all its four limbs bent in too many ways. They were separated by hundreds of feet, but Kristine was sure that the tracker’s gaze met hers. “What do I do?” Kristine said, taking a few steps back. “Well,” Tac said, jumping off of Kristine’s shoulder, “if I were you I would kill it, just in case it is one of those trackers that wants to kill you, eat you or fuck you?” Kristine blinked. “Fuck?” “Trackers can be pretty primal in their desires. Heads up.” Kristine turned and lashed out with her mace just in time to stop the tracker from landing atop her. But it twisted away from the strike, its body moving in a manner that made Kristine feel vaguely nauseous. It landed on the edge of the roof, perched perfectly. Its growl was low and subsonic and made Kristine’s teeth hurt. Spinning her mace around Kristine readied herself for its next attack. “I’m gonna fuck you up,” she told it. Even in the Mundane Realm, there were places where space twisted and folded. Perhaps by magic, or perhaps by the strange laws of physics that governed the world. Places where one might find a shortcut sometimes. Places where people disappeared. It was in such locations that things could be hidden and it was unlikely that they would ever be discovered. Barron Lotts walked the periphery of such a place, in the middle of one of the great Mundane cities. Great as the people of this realm considered such things. Near the ripple in reality, where one might slip into the twisted space, he found Mr Rat waiting. “See anything.” “Nothing that would be of interest. It is like it always is, you see.” “And Mr Badger?” “Seems to be lagging behind, though slow and steady do eventually net results.” Mr Rat used his pointed chin to gesture. Lotts looked in the direction indicated. Mr Badger was approaching them, several blocks away. Lotts watched, impatiently, as Mr Badger ambled towards them. When he got closer, the big man said, “It is clear, nothing to worry about. However, I received some news that delayed me.” “News?” “It seems the tracker we brought here has found its prey.” Lotts did not say anything as he considered the statement. “The tracker that we sent after the Nursery Knight.” “Quite so,” Mr Badger said. “And the only one,” Mr Rat added. “But the girl is in the Magical Realm.” “As much as I wish to agree with you, I do not believe that is so.” “Trackers being what they are,” Mr Rat added. Why would the Duke let the girl go? Perhaps she had escaped? He was hard pressed to envision a scenario in which the Nursery Knight might escape the Duke, however. “We will look into this later after we finish our task here.” “As you say.” “We, of course, do our best to satisfy,” Mr Rat told him. Lotts shifted his pack up higher on his shoulder and then, after a quick scan of the area, stepped through the ripple. He had to press against it, fight his way through. Then the pressure was gone, and he found himself in a city block, forgotten by the city. Form the looks of the buildings he supposed that space had twisted on itself and hidden this place fifty or sixty years prior. It was deserted, quiet. He could still see the city that surrounded this carbuncle in space, but it did not look quite right. Over time the people who had lived and worked here had probably forgotten the place, unable to get back to it. It slipped from their knowing. It was a useful place to store things which must remain hidden. “Come on,” he said, striding across the street, passed an old corner store, an apartment building, a dress shop. The structures here were surprisingly intact for being so long abandoned. It stunk of magic of some sort. He wondered if some troublemaker from the Magical Realm had created it. Perhaps as a trap for Magical Girls from long ago. His pondering was mostly academic, but he was concerned that one-day people might return to the place. To that end, he watched for signs of others having come there, signs that the area might be about to untwist and once more be part of the city. On this day he saw nothing of the sort. “Creepy how their eyes seem to be following us,” Mr Rat said. “You are letting your imagination get the better of you,” Mr Badger told him. Lotts looked, wondering what they were talking about. On the other side of the road was a toy story that Lotts had seen many times. In the dusty window, he saw dolls and other toys, arranged in a display. He could understand Mr Rat’s sentiments. Toys were always creepy. “Never mind that,” Lotts said as he started up the steps of the bank. The tall wooden doors were locked, but he had a key. They were also trapped with magics, but he knew how to disarm them. He opened the doors and entered. It was an old building, even when this part of the city had still lived. It was pointlessly spacious, with ceilings that soared high overhead. The three of them crossed the tiled floor, towards the rear officer and the vault where Lotts would hide the True Gold. Mr Badger suddenly paused. “Well, that’s odd.” “What?” Lotts asked. “The tracker went dark.” “What?” “He means its dead,” Mr Rat supplied. “Dead? How?” “Well, usually when such a creature dies it means that which it was pursuing killed it.” Lotts frowned. “Killed it? A Nursery Knight killed a tracker? Was it a particularly weak one.” “Now then sir, we know you are not insulting our work and just asking a question,” Mr Rat said. “We have occupational pride after all.” “Very keen on doing things right.” “Then how could a Nursery Knight kill it?” “She might have had help,” Mr Badger said. “She might be stronger than the others. We already noted she was not as lacking in maturity.” “Damn. This is complicated. We’ll look into it after we secure the items.” “As you say, sir.” Lotts turned just in time to be hit in the face by something heavy and solid, which sent him crashing into the wall, tangled up in the boneless mass of whatever had crashed into him. “Well, it seems we know what became of the Tracker,” Mr Rat said. “And the girl it was tracking.” Lotts pushed the beast off himself, got unsteadily to his feet. The girl in question, Kristine, was standing on the long teller counter, holding her mace, the cat on her shoulder. “That your’s,” she told him, lifting the mace to point at the dead tracker. There were many questions in Lotts mind. How she had killed it? Why she was here? How she had found him? But questions could wait. “Get her,” he called out. However, Mr Rat and Mr Badger were already in the process of ‘getting her’ as they ran towards her. Mr Rat reached her first, jumping up on the counter to attempt to grab her. A strike from the mace knocked him off the counter and sent him crashing to the floor. A bag appeared at the girl’s feet, and she pulled something from it before the bag disappeared again. Lotts drew his sword from a magical sheath hidden under his jacket. The falchion was made of dark red steel the glowed in the dim light of the bank. As Mr Badger closed on the girl, she threw something, not at him, but high into the air above him. A small toy. And then the toy grew quite a bit, and when it came down, to land on poor Mr Badger, it was bigger than a polar bear, and from the sound that Mr Badger made, likely heavier than one as well. The bear stood up, picked Mr Badger from the floor, and then hurled him at Mr Rat, who had just stood up. The Nursery Knight stepped down from the counter, held out her mace to meet Lotts. He hoped the Duke would not mind if he damaged her because he planned to do just that. However, she moved that huge mace adroitly and knocked his sword up high before stepping in and driving her foot down on his instep before kicking him in the shin. He swore and brought the sword down in a double-handed chop that had split the skull of mighty beasts. She turned it with the shaft of her mace as if it had been nothing but a playful tap. He shifted back, just avoiding a jab that might be shattered his kneecap. Taking quick steps back he opened some distance between her and him. Nearby he saw the bear smacking Mr Rat and Mr Badger about as if they were nothing. He had to end his fast. The girl might die, but Lotts could not hold back. Around his feet lightning sparked, and when he charged forward, he was moving fast enough to crack the air. And a moment before his sword would have hit she disappeared. He spun, knowing there was only one place she could have gone, but something hit him hard across the back of the head, and he fell to the ground, blacking out. When Lotts became conscious, he was secured in some adult-sized baby chair, straps across his chest and arms, holding him secure. He looked about, saw he was still in the bank, saw Mr Rat and Mr Badger similarly secured not far off. “Damn it,” he cursed, struggling against the bonds. He pushed against them, as hard as he could. They held. He kept trying, hurling his full strength against the restraints. Lotts started screaming in anger, feeling trapped, knowing he could die if left here. Then a strap snapped. Lotts managed to get free, breathing heavy. Looking at the chair, he could see that the strap that had broken had been partially cut. Checking the chairs that held the still senseless Mr Badger and Mr Rat he could see similarly weakened straps. As if someone had wanted them to escape, eventually. Catching his breath, he grabbed his sword and cut the straps around the other two. Lotts then looked around. He could not find his pack. “No, no, no,” he cried out and ran towards the back of the bank, where the vault was. He fell to his knees as soon as he saw it. The door was smashed in. Slowly he got to his feet and stumbled to the vault and looked in. All the True Gold he had hidden there was gone. “The Duke of Threes will kill us all,” he said softly.

Kristine has considered running as soon as she found out what was happening in the Nursery Garden. However, doing so right after the Nursery Knights had created the True Gold would be a pretty clear sign that she had found something out. She would need to provide another reason for her eventual departure. Not that she thought she would leave without incident no matter what they might believe. However, if they thought she knew about the True Gold, then they would probably never let her go. Or they would kill her if she tried. She did not tell Tac anything, just that they would talk about it later. Tac seemed to be in no rush to leave, seeing as the Duke was plying her with floozies and booze. Kristine went about the following day the same as the ones before. She made sure she did nothing to give her knowledge away, even asking the others girls if they could tell her what they had done that previous night. The next day she started laying the groundwork for leaving. “I’ve had it,” she screamed, stomping down the stairs. “That bathroom is dithgusting,” she looked up at the ogre. “Dithgusting do you hear me!?” The ogre nanny took a few steps back, Kristine was sure it presented a comical appearance. “Well, it’s just that no one else uses it…” “That’s no reathon to let it fall into such a state,” Kristine said and stomped her foot, her anger actually getting the better of her. She did not want to look like a little girl having a tantrum. Crossing her arms over her chest, she demanded, “What will you do about it?” The ogre looked at the door and the narrow stairs beyond, perhaps wondering if she could squeeze up there. “We should talk to Colleen.” “Then let’th go and talk to her,” Kristine snapped. “Can you keep it down out there,” Tac called from one of the bushes, “I’m in the middle of someone here.” “Oh thhut up,” Kristine yelled. Colleen listened to Kristine’s demand for the toilet to be cleaned and put to rights. “You could always just use the potty chairs in the the nursery, or your diaper,” Colleen told her, a condescending tone to her voice. “Or I could jutht leave,” Kristine countered, keeping her voice low, so the other Nursery Knights did not hear. Colleen’s eyebrows lifted high. Kristine did not know of the woman had eyes under her blindfold or not, but if she did, they were probably opened wide in surprise. “Now Kristine, there is no need to think about leaving over something as little as this.” “Tho you’ll clean the toilet?” “I will see what I can do.” “Good. And I’m tired of those thtupid spoons and forks with the large handles and the baby bottles. Give me normal cutlery and a cup.” Colleen frowned, probably not used to being dictated to. “We will see.” “We better damn well.” The day after Kristine had made her ultimatum she found the stairway, in the past dark and grimy, now clean and well lit. Had they actually done what she asked? If so they had given in very quickly. Were Colleen and the Duke worried she would really leave? Or did the two know that she had learned about the True Gold and were playing her? Because of her concerns, she actually laughed when she opened the door at the top of the stairs, though nothing was actually funny. The room was clean and bright, with a window. There was a duck-shaped potty chair and a well-stocked changing table where there had once been a toilet. She could not help but smile. “I can’t say they did not clean it.” Then, because she had to go, she ripped her diaper off and took a seat on the potty chair. After a moment she put her hands on the handles on either side of the duck’s head. I must look ridiculous, she thought but did not take her hands away. It just felt right. But it was a damn sight more comfortable than the toilet had been. It also turned out she did not have to worry about disposal for once she was finished she found the potty’s bowl empty and perfectly clean. The wonders of magic, she thought. I wonder if I could get one, she thought, then shook her head. It was not really like she wanted one. Taking advantage of the space, she summoned Mr Bear to help her on with her new diaper. He, of course, picked her up and placed her on the changing table, but she was willing to accept it from him. Mr Bear worked for her and not the Duke, was the way she thought about it. It was the best fitting diaper she had worn in many days. He patted her on the head, and then on her diapered crotch before taking her from the table and placing her on the floor. She wondered if he might pat her harder were she to ask? Shaking her head once more to deny unwelcome thoughts she dispelled him with a, “Thank you, Mr Bear.” While the potty seat and changing table were not all that bad, she made a point to complain about it loudly. It was all part of her plan to justify her leaving. Tac was calling it ‘Operation Little Diaper Bitch’, but Kristine could not expect much better from Tac. Three days after she had seen the Nursery Knights in the stone circle Kristine announced she had had enough and was leaving. Colleen and the Nursery Knights were off for private studies, better learning how to create True Gold Kristine supposed. The ogre nanny, who had been the primary target of Kristine’s complaints and demands, gave a long-suffering sigh and then with a growl said, “You are not going anywhere.” She reached out to grab Kristine. Kristine wondered what the other Nursery Knights might have done. Perhaps they had never pissed off a nanny enough to end up in such a situation. Kristine simply avoided the attempt, stepping away, then jumping back. “We’re leaving Tac.” Tac jumped up onto her shoulder. “About time.” “What do you have to complain about?” Kristine asked, sidestepping another attempt by the ogre to grab her. “I’ve had to spend a lot of time close to you, and the ogre bitches threatened to tear my legs off. I have not got a good nights sleep since.” “Oh boo hoo,” Kristine told her, then, growing tired of dodging the ogre, she kicked the nanny’s legs out from under her and then, summoning her mace, tapped her on the side of her head. “Thtay down please.” Wide-eyed, the ogre nodded. Kristine turned away from her and started walking towards the exit. “Why not just teleport away?” “I kind of want to thee what they are going to do.” “That’s stupid.” Kristine did not disagree, but she did not teleport out. She had a feeling the confrontation would happen no matter what, and getting it over with sooner was better. She could see the gate of the Nursery Garden ahead of her. “Where do you think you are going Kristine?” Kristine turned. Behind her stood Colleen. “I’m leaving.” “You can’t.” Colleen almost sounded calm, but there was an undercurrent of panic Kristine detected. "You will be a threat out there. You might kill someone." The guilt card, Kristine thought, but she did not believe it. “I can. That wath the agreement, I could leave whenever I wanted to. Well I want to leave.” “Young lady, come here this minute.” Colleen pointed to the ground in front of her. There was a small part of Kristine that wanted to obey. Just a small part. “Give it up Colleen.” Kristine turned away from her and began walking to the gate. “Incoming,” Tac said into her ear. Kristine spun, lashing out with her mace. Colleen ducked under it, came up her fists raised. Kristine used the butt end of her mace to jab Colleen in the gut. The woman stumbled back, almost fell. She bared her teeth, brow furrowing. “You’ll regret that Kristine.” She straightened, and a whip appeared in her hand. “I’ve never had to use this even once, and I have kind of always wanted the opportunity.” “That is a nice whip,” Tac said. “Do you have the matching riding crop?” “Not a good time Tac.” Colleen flicked her wrist. Kristine shifted to the side, the end of the whip cracking close to her face, the snap like a knife in her ear. “Ow, that’s unpleathant.” Tac jumped off Kristine’s shoulder. “That almost hit me cow.” Kristine did not know if Tac was talking to her or Colleen. Colleen popped the whip’s end close to Kristine’s feet, forcing her to jump around. The cracking hurt her ears, and she supposed there was some kind of magic in there. Gritting her teeth, Kristine stepped in and grabbed the end of the whip out of the air. It hurt like the worse thing she could think of. No, it hurt more than that. It hurt so much she soiled and soaked her diaper. And it was not just the pain. As soon as the whip cut into her palm, her mind was filled with doubts about what she was doing. Guilt for not listening to Colleen. A pathological desire to please her. “Fuck, thith thing could really do a number on thomeone.” Kristine then hauled on the whip and pulled Colleen right into a jab with her mace. The end of the weapon hit Colleen right in the gut, folding her up. She hit the ground, gasping for air and coughing blood. “That’s gonna leave a mark,” Tac said, jumping up on Kristine’s shoulder. “She’s gonna be pissing blood for a week if you ask me.” “Maybe the Duke will like that,” Kristine said as she tossed the whip away and then licked the bloody wound on her hand, licking away the injury as well as the blood. Turning away from the curled up Colleen she continued towards the gate. “Oh Kristine, you really are a challenge.” She had almost reached the gate. She stopped. “Why are you stopping idiot?” Tac asked. She turned. The Duke of Threes was kneeling by Colleen, gently cradling her head and shoulders. “You did not really mean it when you thaid I could leave anytime.” “No, I did not. I had hoped you would realise you belong here.” He lay Colleen down, doing something that seemed to ease her pain. Then he straightened. “And you do belong her here Kristine. Look at you, you silly little girl, standing there in your messy diaper. Come over here and let me dandle you on my knee, we’ll push that mess up all around you.” Kristine came. Damn, she came so hard that her knees shook. The Duke of Threes walked towards her, all white and gold, smiling. “It was not by chance that you were to become a Nursery Knight. You were always destined to be a diaper loving little girl, looking for a daddy to take care of you.” Kristine shook her head but wondered if it was true. Had all her studying and work just been to deny a desire she could never admit? “You might be right,” Kristine said, and her mace dropped until the head rested in the ground. “Maybe I do want a daddy or a mommy.” “Of course you do. Now, do you want your spanking before or after you apologise to Colleen?” He sounded so confident. So smug. Kristine wondered if he would spank her over her messy diaper. She squirmed. Then Kristine sighed and laughed. “Is something funny little girl?” The Duke of Threes demanded. Kristine lifted her mace, so it was pointed at the Duke. She met his gaze. “Maybe I do want a daddy or a mommy, but I can do tho much better than you.” “Really?” Tac asked. “Cause he is like rich and powerful.” “Thut up Tac. I am going to mess up his pretty face.” “Like you mess up your diapers?” Kristine grabbed Tac off her shoulder and tossed the cat away. “Keep him busy enough so I can escape,” Tac yelled as she flew through the air. "I'm too important to die." The Duke reached out, and suddenly he was holding a long, golden sword. It was a sword that looked as if a sunbeam had been caught and forged. It seemed like it could cut a thought in half. She looked at her mace, which was a giant, plastic rattle. “How ith thith even close to fair,” she asked. “You do not want to do this Kristine. I am going to have to hurt you very badly.” Kristine lifted her shoulders. “Thometimes you can settle and Thometimes you got to take the cathe to court.” “What does that mean?” He advanced, cutting figure eights in front of him. Kristine thought she saw the blade cutting the air. Kristine hurled her mace at the Duke. The attack took him by surprise, or maybe it was too fast for him to do anything. The mace crashed into his chest and sent him flying. Kristine held out her hand, and the mace flew back into it. “That wath my opening argument.” The Duke sprung to his feet. His lips were pressed into a thin line and when he moved he lacked some of that effortless grace he had shown before. He snarled, no longer looking beautiful, but terrifying. Kristine was struck by the thought that perfect beauty was very close to perfect hideousness. Moving with the speed of a nightmare he closed on her cutting at her with an overhand strike. Kristine lifted her mace to meet his sword. Their weapons rang out like church bells. They traded blows, strike and counter. She knocked him back a few steps, he cut her across the shoulder. For perhaps twenty seconds they fought, neither able to connect decisively with the other. “You can’t be this strong,” The Duke of Threes said, seeking out a hole in Kristine’s defence. “Yet here we are.” She hit his sword hard enough to give her an opening. She almost caught him on the side of his head, but he lifted his arm and took the blow across it. It sent him flying. his arm bent at an unnatural angle. Well, Kristine assumed it was unnatural. Who was to say in the magical realm? However, from the way he reacted, she suspected his arm did not normally bend back on itself like that. He came to his feet, sword in his good hand, staring across the distance that had opened up between them. Something in his demeanour changed. “If you keep this up I will have to kill you,” he told her. Kristine did not doubt that. She had an idea they were closely matched. “Then kill me,” Kristine said, calling his bluff. Well, she hoped it was a bluff. “You need me. You need to be safe.” “You are taking care of the Nursery Knights, which is good. They seem to like you. I don’t need what you offer.” “You do.” He sounded so sincere, his words so sweet. She wanted to believe him. “You said you were going to kill me. Let’s get on with this,” Kristine took a step towards him. He stood, lowered the point of his sword to the ground. “I will not hurt you. You may leave, as I promised.” It was flagrant and unabashed spin control. As a lawyer, she would have never suggested a client try it. He was acting as if he had not been trying to cripple her less than a minute before. His last attempt to keep active the opportunity that Kristine represented. She had to respect him. The balls on the man. “Thank you for your hothpitality,” Kristine said. “Thay goodbye to the girls for me.” She stepped back through the gate, never taking her eyes off the man. Tac jumped up onto her shoulder. She teleported away. She and Tac appeared in the conference room of Gorgeous’ safe house. If felt as if it had been a hundred years since she had been there. Kristine dismissed her mace and sat in one of the chairs. Her diaper squelched messily under her bottom. Tac was a woman and took a seat across from her. “Well, what did you get out of all that, other than a case of diaper rash.” “The Duke of Thwees is using the Nursery Knights,” Kristine said, then shook her head. “I need to tell Gorgeous, and we should talk about thith in complete privacy.” Tac leaned forward. “Sounds juicy. Tell me.” Kristine shook her head. “No. I’ll talk to Gorgeous and tell you at the same time.” Tac shifted back. “Fine. And you better change your diapers. You stink way worse than usual.” Kristine was about to deny that accusation but paused. There was a rather unpleasant scent in the room, and it was not the smell of dirty diapers she had become inured to during her time in the Nursery Garden. “That’th not me.” “Well, it sure is not me.” Kristine frowned. She got up and left the conference room, looked around. “Smells getting worse,” Tac said. “You sure it isn’t you?” “Thut up,” Kristine said as she started down the stairs to the main floor. “Oh my god,” Kristine said when she saw what was there. “I’m gonna be thick.” She vomited up her breakfast of milk and mush. “Gross,” Tac said. They fled the warehouse, and some blocks away Kristine leaned against a wall of some anonymous building, breathing in deep from her nose and spitting out the vomit that was stuck in her teeth. She summoned her magic bag and pulled a sippy cup out of it. She drank and spat out water to clear her mouth. “Well, I can honestly say your diapers don’t seem to smell so bad now,” Tac old her. “My god, those Redcapth.” She drank and spat again. “Cathar Red was thupposed to recover them.” “I guess between you kicking his ass and then destroying his War Titan he kind of forgot about it.” “Gorgeous, Gwenth, you, why didn’t you do thomething?” “They were busy, and have you met me? Why the hell would I care?” “I killed them all,” Kristine said. “I mean, I had killed a few in the fight, but that wath a fight, this…” “You didn’t kill them. You just left them to die.” “I failed to provide the necethities of life. That’s a white twash crime.” “Listen, Kristine, I know you feel bad,” Tac said as she knelt down to look Kristine in the eyes. “But your whining is annoying me, so stop it. We will just pretend this never happened and put the blame on Gorgeous if this has any negative ramifications, which I doubt it will because no one likes Redcaps, not even other Redcaps. So let’s go.” “You are a fucking bitch Tac,” Kristine said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Tac smiled and scratched Kristine across the face. “You better believe it, little girl.” The Duke of Threes arm still hurt, though it was mostly healed. He sat in his office with Colleen and Tahc standing in front of him. “What in all of Magic’s Name was that? How could a Nursery Knight stand against me like that? She should have been sobbing the moment I drew a weapon. I’ve made armies drop to their knees, and yet some pathetic Magical Girl stood against me. Explain that.” “I am sorry your Grace, I cannot,” Colleen said. Had she still eyes she would have been crying. “I saw that she was strong, but never would have thought that strong. I failed you.” The Duke of Threes felt that was true, but if Colleen killed herself in a fit of guilt and remorse that would not do him any good. “Do not blame yourself, dear Colleen,” he said. He stood and came around his desk, placing a gentle hand on Colleen’s face. “Somehow Gorgeous and the Liaisons tricked us, they are the ones my disapproval is directed at.” Colleen grabbed his hand and kept it pressed against her face. “Thank you, Your Grace.” He gently took his hand away and then looked at Tahc. “You should have known something.” “Me?” Tahc looked shocked, and then added, “I am sorry Your Grace, but…” “But what? You are a specialist. You used to be a Liaison. You should have recognised that Kristine was something different.” “She is a Magical Girl, from a low priority team. There is nothing more to her Your Grace.” “They why did she slap Colleen down as if she were nothing? Why did she fight me on near equal terms? Is there any Magical Girl from the Mundane Realm who should have that much power?” He had been advancing on Tahc as he had asked his questions and she had backed up until her back hit the office door. He grabbed her by her shoulders, winced slightly as the pain in his arm, and then pressed her back hard until she let out a soft mewling sound. “Who could have that much power?” Tahc twisted in his grip, and the said, “Maybe one of the Army Girls.” “The Army Girls? Are you saying that Kristine is one of them?” “No,” Tach pushed herself back as if trying to pass through the door. “She was a Nursery Knight, I am sure of that.” “Then how did a Nursery Knight become so powerful.” “I don’t know,” she cried. “Useless,” The Duke of Threes said as he released her and turned back to his desk. When he took his seat, he looked at the two women. Colleen was still holding her hand to her face as if trying to trap the feeling of his hand, and Tahc was still against the door, trembling. “Colleen, make sure the girls are not concerned by Kristine’s disappearance. I do not want their scheduled disrupted.” “Yes, Your Grace.” She took her hand from her face and dropped into a low curtsey. “And you,” he shifted his attention to Tahc. “Find out where Kristine is and find out what she is and then find out if she has a weakness that I can use against her.” “Yes, Your Grace,” Tahc said, managing a bow. “Now go.” Tahc fled from the room. Colleen lingered. He softened his expression and told her, “Go, Colleen, rest up and take care of the girls, I will need you.” She curtseyed again and then left. At least she was happy. The Duke of Threes turned his chair and looked out the window, out over his realm. “I will not be denied,” he said softly. In a meeting room of the Office of Magic in the Mundane, Gorgeous assured Kristine that they could speak in complete privacy. Kristine looked about the room and then said, “Bwanket Fort of Privacy.” The walls, ceiling and floor were suddenly covered in blankets. They were bright, pastel colours, with juvenile patterns on some. Tac let out a snort and walked towards the sideboard on which were several bottles of alcohol. “Want something to drink Gorgeous.” “I’m working,” Gorgeous said pointedly. “Water is wet, I don’t get the point. Kristine, no baby bottles but do you want something in a big girl glass?” “Go to hell Tac, and whatever ith strong.” “What did you find out?” Gorgeous asked. Kristine sat down in the chair. She had a fresh diaper on, and it rustled cleanly under her. “The Duke of Threes ith having the Nursery Knights make True Gold.” There was a crash. Kristine looked over at Tac and saw she had dropped one of the alcohol bottles. She looked back at Gorgeous who was staring open-mouthed. “Tac, what did she just say?” Gorgeous asked. “That the Duke is making True Gold.” “I don’t suppose we both just had matching strokes?” “We’re not that lucky.” “You didn’t mithhear me. I didn’t mithspeak. The Duke of Threes is having the Nursery Knights thummon, or whatever it is you do, True Gold.” “Create, you create it,” Gorgeous told her. “And if you create it, you get killed horribly when then Eleven find out, which they always do, and that is why no one does it. Ever.” “The Duke of Threes ith.” “Well, that makes this easy.” Tac placed a tumbler filled to the brim with an amber liquid, took a seat next to Kristine, holding two more tumblers. Kristine wanted to ask how she had managed three full glasses, but Tac continued. “We let the Eleven know, and then they kill the Duke of Threes and everyone else, and we wash our hands of this. Kristine goes back to the Mundane Realm, and I get my expense account and go to drink myself to death. Gorgeous, I guess you go back to shoving sticks up your ass, or whatever it is you do.” “Other than the stick part I think I actually agree with you Tac. Fuck, the end times are upon us.” “It’th not going to work like that.” Kristine took the tumbler in both hands and took a drink from it. It burned down her throat, with a sharp aftertaste that made her lick her lips. Tac and Gorgeous looked at her. “It is just like with Derrypiz. He probably never actually told Colleen to have the Nursery Knights make True Gold.” “You are probably right. He might actually be able to survive this.” “So the Eleven kill Colleen and the Nursery Knights and probably Kristine, and I go and drink myself to death, and the Duke of Threes gets revenge on Gorgeous. This still works.” Kristine could not even find it in her to tell Tac to shut up or fuck off. She swallowed a mouthful of the alcohol. “What ith the big deal with True Gold?” “It’s a magically pure substance that is exceedingly difficult to create. Almost no one can actually do it. Those that can are scrutinised, always. Using a team of Magical Girls is a brilliant way to get around it.” “Why do the Eleven even care?” Tac finished her drinks and got up. “True Gold can be used as a reagent in any number of powerful spells, and it can be enchanted into weapons that can shake kingdoms. That is why the Eleven keep such a close eye on it. They are greedy of their power and react strongly to anything that might be a threat to it.” “But what really keeps them up late is the thought that anyone is going to refine it down to its base.” Tac put two bottles on the table and proceeded to refill her glasses and top of Kristine’s drink. “Cause as hard as it is to create it, refining it is piss easy.
 “Refine?” “Its a pure magical substance, but it can be made even more so, by burning away the excess, leaving only perfection behind. It reduces it by a tenth, which is another reason the Eleven watch it so closely. If ever True Gold disappears than someone is up to something,” Gorgeous said. Tac took two big gulps from each of her glasses and the said, “Remember those smugglers you took out, with the armour?” Kristine nodded and took a drink. “That was low-end stuff, stop maybe a big rifle bullet. You make a suit of armour out of refined True Gold, and you could sit on a nuke when it blew up, and you would not even feel it. You make a sword out of it, and you could cut the sun out of the sky.” “Fuck,” Kristine said softly. “Indeed,” Gorgeous said. “Why is the Duke doing this?” “Power grab,” Tac said. “Yes, that would be the way of it.” “Power grab?” Kirstine asked, then finished her drink and held the empty glass out towards Tac. “You’ve heard us talk about the Eleven,” Gorgeous said. “May their names be praised, and they leave me the hell alone.” Tac filled Kristine’s glass. “They are in charge, right?” “They are more than that. They are the Magical Realm, in some ways. Each has power that is difficult to comprehend. If they wanted to, they could just snuff it all out and recreate it.” "Gives you nightmares if you think too much about it,” Tac said, taking a drink. Gorgeous continued. “But one thing to keep in mind was that there was not always Eleven. There was once One.” “What happened?” “For the longest time, according to history, there would be battles, in which the One would either be victorious or would be defeated, and a new One would raise up. Or both would be so weakened another power might raise up and throw both down. But eventually a challenger suggested to the One that they might share power, and the One became the Two.” “And eventually three, four, five until you reached eleven,” Kristine said. “A little more complicated than that, but yes, that is what happened.” “So the Duke wants to become one of the Eleven, or perhaps the twelfth?” “Yes.” “Or he might ally with others of the Eleven to reduce the number, so he becomes one of the ten, or the nine, or the eight.” Tac leaned back in her chair. “He can do that?” “With sufficient True Gold, refined or not, he has a chance.” “Better refined. Want another belt?” Tac waved the half-empty bottle. “Yes please.” “I suppose I will make my report. They will kill the Nursery Knights. They’ll have to.” Gorgeous sighed loudly. “I’ll make sure they know you were not involved.” Kristine thought about kind Mandy, and scrappy Betty, sad Annie, brilliant Fiona, and Vicky’s smile. She thought about them dead. “No,” Kristine said. “No?” Gorgeous asked. “We’re not going to sacrifice the Nursery Knights.” “But….” “We are not going to sacrifice the Nursery Knights.” “You better listen to her Gorgeous. You know she can kick your ass.” “We can’t let the Duke of Threes do this Kristine. Fights between the powers of the Magic Realm, the cause unimaginable suffering that sometimes even bleeds out into the Mundane Realm.” “I’m not saying we don’t keep the Duke from attempting this. But we will protect the Nursery Knights.” Kristine gulped back the rest of her drink and shook her head when Tak offered her a refill. “How do you plan to do that?” Gorgeous asked, sounding doubtful. Kristine smiled. “The Duke is sending all the True Gold into my world.” “That is a good place to hide it.” “So there is no evidence to what the Nursery Knights have been doing.” “For someone who wears a diaper you are pretty clever,” Tac said. “I don’t understand,” Gorgeous said. “The Duke of Threes has a servant called Lotts, can you find out if he has left the Magical Realm yet?” Gorgeous nodded. “As soon as we know he has left, you need to tell whoever needs to know that there are a group of Magical Girls in the Duke of Threes’ care who might be able to create True Gold.” “Which means they will be closely watched from now on,” Tac said and lifted her glass as if a salute. “And as long as they don’t find any True Gold…” “Kristine nodded.” “But he will still have the True Gold, perhaps enough to make an attempt at crashing the Eleven.” Kristine smiled. “I will take care of that.”

Once again I have to commend you on the job you are doing writing this. It’s no secret that this type of story isn’t on the top of my favorites list but again the way you are presenting it I can accept. With the other stories like this a keeper meets the pet and immediately the pet looses everything. The slow transformation and the explication of what is happening almost makes it okay in my mind. I dread the time when both realize one is a keeper and the other a pet and the pet turns over his life for the keeper. I was very pleased I could give this a like and with some deep seated reservation, I look forward to reading more.

Note: I promse things will pick up after this forthcoming chapter. Mad Scientist Version: Gentlemen. BEHOLD! You WILL get to know these characters and their most basic defining personality traits and quirks before FAPPING! You WILL see these as actual characters in a fictional STORY, and not cardboard cutouts who are just shells of humanity and victims of a series of unfortunate, unlikely, unrealistic, and downright impossible events. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Chapter 1- Home Getting home for the summer, Chris did not quite get the overwhelmingy warm welcome he had expected. It's not that he was shunned, but they weren't rolling out the red carpet for him either. Chris wasn't terribly surprised, but was a little disappointed as he had built up a slightly elaborate scene in his head during the long drive back from the university. It was getting late when Chris pulled up to his house. The driveway was clear, and an open garage showed Dad's car to be missing. No surprise there, really; Chris's father was the head of the ER department at the local hospital. His work and sleep schedule was often erratic to say the least. Chris could tell that the lights were on, and that Roxanne, his step-mother, was home. This was indicated by her signature red mini-van aka. "The Mom Mobile" that she drove her children, Chris's half sisters around in. Barring some end-of-school slumber party, the girls would be home too. As Chris walked into the big two-story house, his senses came alive with the remembered nostlgia of his childhood. The laundry room, which was next to the garage, smelled always of clean smelling detergent. The room hummed and buzzed as the washer and dryer did their work; never able to truly rest as the entire family was constantly putting them to use. Chris wasted no time unpacking his suitcase filled with dirty clothes and dumping it into the laundry basket to be washed later. He walked from the laundry room and cautiously poked his head out into the main living room of the house, as if expecting to be ambushed. "Hello?", Chris called out, "I'm home." Chris braced himself. The last few times he had been home, his little sisters had practically tackled him. Tonight, the girls barely looked up from what they were doing. "Heeeeeey." They lazily sang out in unison without making eye contact. "Welcome back," the older of his too sisters, Samantha, added on. If Chris's memory was correct, Samantha had just finished 5th grade. Like her mother, Sammy had a track star's build and blonde hair. Since puberty hadn't quite set in yet though, (thank God for that, nothing makes you feel older than the thought of your baby sisters actually growing up), Sammy was still very much a bean pole. The house was more or less designed as a large common area with closed off bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs and along the periphery. All that separated most of the main rooms were large arcways that likely did a better job of symbolising that you were in another area of the house than actually separating the rooms off. Thus, from the family room, Chris could clearly see that Sammy was sitting at the dinner table, reading a book while listening to (if instagram could be trusted) One Direction on her iPod. Brianna on the other hand, was plopped on the couch, her tongue poking out a bit as she was engrossed in a Mario game for the Wii. Like Chris and their father, Bri's hair was less blonde and more of a dark chestnut. In the right light, it might even pass for black. Unlike her sister, Bri had yet to lose her baby fat, but didn't seem too concerned one way or the other. In fact, just by looking at them, or seeing them behave, you might not know they were related. Sammy was becoming a bit of a girly girl, and had begun to beg her mother to take her shopping for some real makeup; while Bri was becoming both a Tomboy and a bit of an oddball. Chris couln't think of the last time Bri was in a dress, and even though she'd be going into fourth grade this fall, she still had the habbit of shouting gibberish in squeaky voices for no other reason than it amused her. She had obviously not grown out of this, yet, as she started to berate a group of green turtles on the video screen. "Stooopid toota foota boo boo caca!" she whooped and half yelled as her Mario jumped on their backs. "Brianna," a tired voice called out, "would you please stop yelling at the T.V. screen? Mommy is starting to get a headache." Roxanne, walked in. "Oh, hey Chris," she said pleasantly, "you're here a little earlier than I expected. I figured you wouldn't have arrived till late when everyone was asleep." "Yeah," Chris said, stretching a little, "I guess I burned rubber getting here. Dad at work?" "Yeah," Roxanne yawned as she ran a hand through her curly blonde locks, "he'll be back late tonight and should be up and about by lunch. We just finished dinner, but there's plenty in the fridge, help yourself." she gestured over to the kitchen area. "Sorry I'm so tired," she added, "I just haven't been sleeping well lately." Chris nodded knowinglyl and walked over to the fridge. At age 40, Roxanne Cole was a trophy wife that hadn't yet lost all of her sheen. Chris's father married her about a year after Cole's mother's death. It was a little soon for Chris, but he wanted his dad to be happy. The birth of Samantha "Sammy" Cole relatively soon after lead Chris to believe that maybe Dad had forgotten how to use a condom, which led to wedding bells. Still, Roxanne was a pretty cool person, and a decent step-mom to Chris. She had never played the "you can call me mom if you want" card, which is good since it would have blown up in her face. Instead, she had just been another adult, and a friendly one at that. As he had gotten older, she had treated him more and more as an equal and as a friend; especially since he had gone off to college. Still, Chris always felt a little tense around Roxanne; not out of resentment, but out of guilt. Let's just say that Christopher and his father had similar taste in women. Combine that with his emerging fetish growing up and the fact that Roxanne wasn't his real mother- thus making the idea seem less gross- gave Chris more than a bit of an Oedipal complex. It got a lot easier as he entered high school and girls his own age started becoming attractive. Sherry alone counted for more old socks being defiled than he could count. It also didn't hurt that the girls were growing up, and so the sounds of Roxanne's coos and baby-talk had stopped ringing in Chris's ears; though for some reason Roxanne had never fully made the transition from calling herself "Mommy" to just "Mom". But that didn't change the fact that Chris's first few remembered wet dreams were basically memories of Roxanne mothering his then baby sisters, only with the girls completely edited out and him taking their place. Pink nurseries would become blue, add in some half-remembered motherese replacing all instances of names with his own, and BAM! Instant wet dream. Chris made himself a sandwhich and sat down at the dinner table, munching on ham and cheese while Samantha continued reading her book. He was polite enough to ask what she was reading, but didn't really see the appeal. It was something about a bunch of cats that lived in the forest and talked to their ancestors while fighting other cats or something. Silly stuff. Then again, when he was Sammy's age, he read a book series about kids who turned into animals to fight off a secret alien invasion. So who was he to judge. After giving him a ramshackle description of the book, Sammy went back to listening to boy bands on her iPod and happily ignored him. God, she was turning into such a tween. Chris chuckled to himself as he felt sorry for what Roxanne was likely to endure in the coming years. Brianna, perhaps uncharacteristically invited Chris to play the Mario game with her. This newest version had a co-op mode where Mario and Luigi could be on the screen at the same time. Unfortunately, characters could also pick each other up and throw on another. Bri seemed to enjoy picking up Chris's Luigi and throwing him off a cliff rather than play the game as intended. Worse yet, Chris couldn't figure out how to retaliate and Bri just laughed at his cries of "No fair!" and "Stop!" "Oh, you like laughing, do ya?" Chris finally said as he set his controller down. He flashed an evil smile that Tom reserved for Jerry, and in his most over the top delivery he shouted, "WELL WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?!" He then proceeded to pin his youngest sister down to the couch and tickle her as she squirmed. Her cries for help from her older sister went unheeded. Sammy had faced the tickle monster's wrath one time too many times and her developing tween coolness wouldn't allow her to debase herself, besides. Finally, Roxanne's headache broke the laughing massacre up, and Chris relented. Then with a shit eating grin that Jerry reserved for Tom, Bri held up the Wii remote and asked "Wanna play some more?" Chris only shook his head. Bri always has been a button pusher, even knowing she'll be on the losing end. Chris walked by the hot pink room that was Sammy's, and the almost neon green room that was Bri's, before going up the stairs to his own room. "Oh, just so you know," Roxanne called after him, "I cleaned out the attic a few weeks ago, and I found some of your old toys. I didn't know if you wanted to keep them for old time's sake, or what so I just put them up in your room." "Kay!" Chris called down as he continued climbing the stairs into his old room. With the exception of being much tidier, it was exactly as he had left it; a veritable time capsule of his high school years. Posters of bands that were now defunct were on the walls, his bed was in the corner, and his trophy case with various awards that he had earned since grade school adorned the far wall. Most importantly though, undisturbed, was his old desktop. He turned it on, and signed on to google mail instantly. Just as planned, and promised, Sherry was there waiting for him. He messaged her. Colev4.0: I'm home SunnySher: Yay! Me too! Colev4.0: How long you been home? SunnySher: Couple hours. But just got on. SunnySher: Figured I'd beat ya. Colev4.0: Well you did. Colev4.0: How were your finals? SunnySher: Good enough. You? Colev4.0: Brutal. But done with. SunnySher: Good. Cole4.0: Wanna go out tonight? SunnySher: Can't. SunnySher: Mom and dad want to spend some quality time. Cole4.0: Oh SunnySher: Tomorrow? Cole4.0: Sure! What time? SunnySher: How about 6:00? Cole4.0: Deal. SunnySher: BTW. Tried to call you today. Charge your damn phone! Cole4.0: Have to unpack it first. Might have left it at school. SunnySher: Cole4.0: Don't worry, we'll see each other enough that we won't need phones. SunnySher: Promise? Cole4.0: Promise. See you tomorrow? SunnySher: Promise. Cole4.0: Ok then. I'll pick you up at 6:00. I'm gonna go to bed, now. Cole4.0: Feeling sheepy Cole4.0 *sleepy SunnySher: Ok. Night, babe! Love you! Cole4.0: Love you too! His date set up for tomorrow, and feeling genuinely tired from all the driving, Chris logged off and walked over to his bed. Sure enough, an old friend was besides his pillow, waiting for him. Wubby, his stuffed teddy bear, sat up looking at him, plaintively, as if to say "You're back, please love me." Chris hadn't seen the old brown bear in years, and had assumed him lost to the ravages of time. He picked the bear up and turned it over in his hands. It had the same well worn stitching, the same fluff stufing on the inside that didn't quite puff anymore, and the same off-colored stains where the poor thing had been dropped in the mud more than a few times. Wubby was just as Chris had always remembered him. Chris had had Wubby since as far back as he could remembered. Wubby had originally been a gift from his mother that he had stubbornly clung too after she had died. Even after he had gotten over his mother's death, Wubby retained a place of prominence in Chris's room for years. Even Chris's friends didn't give him guff about keeping a stuffed animal well into high school. They understood the sentimental value; and it's not like Chris had taken to carrying it around everywhere like Linus and his blanket. But somehow, the poor thing just seemed to vanish one day while Chris was at school, and Chris had long ago given up looking for it. This was indeed a welcome surprise. One thing did stand out about Wubby, though; his eyes. Chris could have sworn that they were ordinary black bead eyes, but now looking at them they seemed difference. The left eye was a bright red, and the right eye was an equally bright blue. It was like Wubby's eyes had been replaced with those old fashioned 3-D glasses from the 1950's. They seemed to glitter a bit too, almost like gems. Still, it wasn't nearly enough to throw the bear's identity into qustion. This was Wubby alright. Chris looked to the left, and right conspiratorially, as if there might be hidden cameras in his old room. He locked the door, just in case. He stripped his clothes off and threw back the sheets to his bed before climbing in. Just because he wasn't going to be in diapers for the next couple of months, doesn't mean he couldn't enjoy and relax while doing other babyish things. With that thought, he cuddled his old friend, Wubby the bear, under one arm, while popping a thumb in his mouth with the other. He sucked on his thumb idly as unconsciousness claimed him.

Here's my "Big Girl Panties" even though I'm a boy. I like being punished and/or humiliated even when I'm being good.