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Chapter XLII "How is your work coming today, my sweet?" Mr. Gladstone had clearly been very quiet on his way into Natalie’s office, closing the door behind him, and she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice. "Oh! Oh. Uh." I looked at my computer and then back up at Mr. Gladstone. He was smiling so kindly. Daddy... nope, still weird. "Um, I'm almost done. I think? And then I'll field emails until five. Um... did Cora talk to you about me having days off?" It sure would be awkward if she hadn't... "Did whom?" He was going to have her say it. Mommy. Daddy. It wouldn't be enough that she knew to say it; he was going to hear her say it. Now, and again, and over and over. I looked at him blankly. "...Cora?" But the way he looked at me. Like he had heard me the first time. And then it clicked. I blushed and shook my head, dropping my voice to a whisper. "We are at work!" "And we're alone. When we're alone, it's the same as not being at work at all. Do you need a change?" There was a lot of new stimuli she was facing, a lot of new connections in her brain, and he was... mm... mostly probing responses. I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. "The walls are thin! Prin heard Mabel shouting, and I don't wanna talk about this at work!" My cheeks were pink and I struggled to make eye contact with my boss. How had I gotten myself in this mess...? "Prin is not at her desk right now, sweetheart, and even if she were there's quite nothing to be ashamed of, is there?" He was so... firm. Authoritative, but not overbearing. Like he could protect her from the world, like his words meant something. "Still," I muttered, shuffling in my chair. I tried to return to my work, but I could feel his presence as he walked around the room. Quiet. Confident. I looked up through my eyelashes and bit my lip. This was weird... "Would it help if I had your Mommy tell you to use appropriate terms? She does make your decisions, doesn't she? I'm sure you would have felt me an extension of such, but I do understand." There was... not disappointment. No, it was different. Like a slight missing of expectation, but perhaps not aimed at Natalie. If Cora told me to... I'd do it. I'd call her Mommy, even at the office. I'd answer anything Mr. Gladstone asked. So I put down my pen and took a deep breath. "Sorry, sir... I didn't mean to be rude..." My tone seemed to slip. A little less certain. More childish... I hadn't even meant to do that. "Sweet girl, you don't need to call me Sir. I'm sure you can think of a better term, can't you?" An easy claim to make when he knew the truth of the matter. "I should leave you to your work." I felt a knot in my stomach. Something thick and heavy. The opposite of butterflies. Mr. Gladstone walked to my office door, but I was quick enough to stop him. "Daddy," I said firmly. Certainly. I knew it was the right thing to say, because Cora said it was. "S-sorry I was rude, Daddy..." If anyone else had heard me say that, they would have gotten the wrong idea... Another day, another milestone. He allowed himself a smile for a moment, not turning around, and praised her openly all the same. "You're such a good girl, Natalie, you always have been. Daddy will be perfect, from now on." Cora was, certifiably, brilliant. Mr. Gladstone shut the door behind him and I smiled to myself. A good girl. I kicked my feet a little and hummed a light song to myself while I finished the rest of my paperwork. * * * * * The afternoon was slow. No calls. No reports. I replied to any emails I got and did a few more web searches on Adult Babies. Since I'd agreed to Cora's weird new lifestyle, I was curious what else she might have in store for me. A nursery? A crib? No, that was going too far. Right? Then I found another website with a page about Little TV Shows and Activities. Sure enough, Strawberry Shortcake was on there. Coloring books... maybe Cora could get me some coloring books! That would be fun. By five o'clock, I wasn't feeling so well. I had a stomach ache and my head was full of ideas. Coloring. Building blocks. Toys. Dolls. But the biggest one was simple: a stuffed animal. All the people online had them. But I didn't... "Hey girl hey!” Prin had poked her head into the office a 5:02pm, a big smile on her face. "We're going out to the pub on Sixth for Nola's birthday drinks, do you wanna come?" Do you want to come. A question. A decision. A choice. And where was Cora to make it? "Oh, um..." I looked at Prin nervously and fumbled for my phone. "Let me check really quick..." I opened up my conversation with Cora - we talked all the time on work days - and sent a new text. Drinking sounded fun! But at the same time, I wasn't feeling very well either. I shifted awkwardly in my chair, waiting for the reply. "You can go out, but I won't be able to come get you to change your diaper until later this evening if you do. And no drinking, baby girl!" Cora's texts were always so predictably sweet and happy in tone. Mm... I had been sitting here all day and I really had to pee. And if I couldn't drink, what was the point of a party anyway? So I sent another text back, wondering: "Can I come home instead? I miss you..." Another text shot back a few minutes later with a happy heart and a hugging emoji, and then another with “Of course, darling, I'll see you there in an hour or so, your car's going to be waiting for you xoxoxo". "You look happy when you talk to her," Prin said with a smile, and I remembered that she was waiting for an answer. I blushed a little and played with one of my pigtails. "I can't go today," I told her. "I figured. See you Monday, Natalie." "Oh, actually..." Prin turned around and gave me a quizzical look. "Could you call me Nattie from now on?" Prin smiled brightly and nodded her head. "Absolutely!" * * * * * I crawled into the back seat of the sedan and closed the door behind me. The drive back to the house took about half an hour and it was always a pretty slow part of my day. But today I was focused on other things. I opened my phone to Amazon.com and checked some plushie reviews. Should I get a bear? Or a bunny? Or a Pokemon? Ugh, I had to pee so badly... The back seat of a car was hardly different than a bathroom, right? Quiet, isolated space. A seat to sit on. So I set my phone aside and closed my eyes. Imagine a toilet. One of the ones at home, like the one in my bedroom. And just... It felt different. Warm and relieving. But wetter. The diaper didn't sag into the toilet bowl - it squished up against my bottom. The warmth pooled around my crotch and I felt the diaper swell between my thighs. And when I was done, my cheeks were red and my breathing was uneven. That... was kinda nice... A secluded space, yes. Alone, private, yes. But it wasn’t a bathroom. I had crossed a threshold and I had a long drive to think about it. To feel it. To know what I’d just done, and what doors it opened for me. ---------------- Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon! Thank you for reading!

Well, then I guess I better give you more! Chapter 12 “Do you want to try sitting in your highchair for breakfast today?” Erin was stirring a pot of oatmeal, and had a cup of coffee on the counter next to her. Luke was sitting on a bar chair across from her. He’d always let Erin lift him up and down from these chairs; the drop was father than he was comfortable jumping. “Um, not really.” “Okay. No worries.” Recently, Erin had been casually asking if Luke would like to do some of the Littler things on the list. At first, it had seemed like he would gradually start acting more carefree about this sort of stuff, but now Erin thought that he was digging his heels in more. She wasn’t sure why, and it was starting to annoy her, though she reminded herself to stay patient. Erin continued to stir in silence while Luke stared intently into nothingness. The visit to the Humanology clinic had rekindled his already-present fear of being Little, and while he didn’t necessarily hate most of the things Erin had suggested for him to do, he wanted the pace of his ‘development’ to slow down. He had only been here for a short time after all. Yesterday they had had another call with Luke’s family, Melody had behaved much more kindly, and in general Luke’s parents were encouraging, to Luke for becoming more accepting of Erin and hopefully easing into a rhythm in this new dimension, and to Erin for helping Luke gradually fit into a life here. They weren’t too surprised or concerned about the pace being slow. “Erin, before you got me, what did you do all day?” Since the doctors appointment, they hadn’t done much except pal around the house, they watched more movies, now with Luke cuddling in Erin’s lap, which seemed to keep her contented, but Luke was growing bored and stir-crazy. Luke wasn’t used to being this sedentary. Erin knew what he was getting at. She was even getting a bit bored as well, though she was more of a homebody than Luke. “Well, right after I stopped working, I travelled for a while.” She paused, trying to think of things they could do for at least today. “Then, well, I did a bit of consulting work just to fill the time, but well, part of the reason I decided to adopt a Little was because I had so much free time…” Luke wasn’t amused. “So basically, you were so bored that you got a Little in the hopes I could entertain you? Or you just wanted me to be bored in solidarity?” Well, maybe he was amused just a bit. “That’s not what I meant… It just meant I’d be able to take care of someone who needed extra care.” Now that she thought about it though, part of the motivation for her adopting a Little was partially to just have something to do. She felt a little ashamed. “We need to figure out stuff to do. I’m gonna go crazy if things keep going like they are.” Erin served up the oatmeal into two bowls and took it over to their dining table. The only reason she didn’t eat in the kitchen bar was because the dining room afforded them a much better view from her windows. She came back to the kitchen and carried Luke over to his chair that had a booster seat. It had become fairly routine for Erin to carry him when it was convenient for her, and he didn’t mind; he’d have to be lifted up and down a few times anyway. “How about today, we head over to A Little This, A Little That, and during that time we can think of some more long-term stuff that you can do each day. I guess think about hobbies you’re interested in?” The challenge was that his hobby may not be accessible for a Little in their dimension; Erin would have to do her best to encourage an attainable choice, and to some extent just make work whatever Luke chose. Luke sighed, a store for Littles was really not where he had wanted to go or wanted to do, but he had agreed to it previously, and a couch in the living room that he could easily climb on would be nice. “Okay. Can we go out for lunch also?” He hadn’t eaten at a restaurant in this dimension yet. “Uh, sure, that sounds good.” She’d have to prepare him for how Bigs normally treat Littles beforehand. After breakfast, Luke hopped off his booster chair and went to the bathroom to do his business. That was becoming their routine at this point: They’d do their morning workout, then bathe in their separate bathrooms; Erin would get Luke out of the tub and changed into a diaper; he’d put on clothes while Erin cooked breakfast, and after breakfast Luke would do his business again and get changed again. It wasn’t the most efficient in terms of diaper changes and bath timing, but Luke never had to do more than pee right when he woke up; eating breakfast always worked to move things along. Subconsciously, Luke knew that going out more meant a greater chance that he would have to both use his diaper and be changed in public, but he wasn’t really focusing on that at the moment. Luke was getting more and more comfortable with Erin changing him. At first, it was all he could do to not curl up in shame; that graduated into him merely blushing hard every time a change came, but very quickly the changes became ordinary, without the power to make him feel embarrassed, at least at home. Erin was still changing him when Luke spoke up. “Hey, Erin. Why hasn’t Steve checked in yet? Didn’t he say he would pretty frequently?” Erin had been wondering the same thing. Two weeks had just passed, and they hadn’t heard a peep. “I guess he’ll probably check in in the next day or two.” She didn’t want to have to call him, it already felt like he wanted as little as possible to do with Luke, but to ignore his welfare would be irresponsible. She wanted to distract him from worrying about what Steve was thinking about him, though the obvious conclusion was that Steve either didn’t like working with Luke, or perhaps Accidental Littles in general. “We’re almost out of diapers, we’ll need to get more at the store too. Are you okay with these, or do you want to pick some out yourself?” Luke’s immediate reaction was to say ‘I don’t want any diapers’, but he knew by now that other solutions weren’t any more dignified. “Ummm,” he hummed to himself, was there anything he actually wanted to change? “Maybe one that’s a little thinner?” He didn’t really have an opinion on designs, not that he’d seen other options besides his current ones and the bad ones in the hospital. His current diapers were on the thicker end of average for daytime. Erin had chosen these first ones because the print was neither medical nor infantile; she wanted to give her Little something that wouldn’t embarrass them, but also wouldn’t look like they were trying to hard to be an ‘adult Little’. “I guess we could aim for that, though in that case we’d probably better get some nighttime diapers too.” So far they’d been using the same type for day and night. “Works for me.” People wouldn’t see him in his nighttime diaper he thought, and he’d wanted thinner ones so that they were just a little less obvious under his clothing. Erin finished up the change and set him down. His diaper rash was almost completely gone. “Ready to go now?” “Yeah, sure.” Erin drove them to a strip mall on the outskirts of the city; she’d been here a couple times before to get stuff in preparation and knew it could get quite hectic when people got off work. She appreciated once again how good she had it; it was late morning and there were only a few other cars in the massive lot. She pulled Luke out of the car, setting him on his feet. She figured he’d want to walk, at least at first. “I’ll grab a cart when we get to the door, if you get tired, just let me know, and you can ride. The store is enormous.” “Yep.” Luke understood, and wasn’t insulted by the implication he’d want to ride. Even the parking lot was massive, though Erin had parked close to the entrance. Inside the store was pretty disorienting; everything was sized towards Littles and it made Bigs seem big rather than Littles seeming small. It was like Erin had been transported to Luke’s home dimension rather than the other way around. Luke wasn’t sure if he liked it. They made their way over to the couches. Most of the furniture had loud or infantile patterns, which Luke wasn’t partial to. “So are you looking for in a couch” Erin asked. She didn’t really care which one Luke got, so long as he liked it. “I want one that doesn’t really stand out from the rest of the room. So no crazy patterns or colors. Then I guess I’ll just try some,” Most of the couches on display did have crazy patterns and loud colors, but there were also color swatches that showed the various options. Luke had been eyeing those swatches rather than the couches themselves. “Well, I guess we should get something in the range of browns,” Erin privately laughed to herself. No Big would judge either the Big or Little for having Little furniture that was fit for a Little. But everything in her Living room except the rug was either wooden or had some brownish fabric, so it made sense for Luke to go that route. Luke found a couch that had a swatch of brown ribbed fabric which looked like it would fit well enough. Sitting on the couch, he found that he sunk into the cushions way too far for it to be comfortable. On to the next one. They continued looking for what felt like 30 minutes but was really maybe 10 or 20. There were so many couches, and not very many had mature fabric colors, and the ones that did weren’t always the most comfortable. Erin wasn’t getting bored, but she did want to help Luke move things along, and she didn’t want him to limit himself to things that were ‘tasteful’ according to what was already in Erin’s condo. “Ya know Luke, how about you just pick out whichever couch you like in terms of comfort. As long as it isn’t leather, I can just get it reupholstered pretty quickly and easily.” “Oh, umm, okay.” It didn’t really make things easier. Now Luke was taking his time trying out every single non-leather couch, which was most of them. Erin wasn’t really much of a shopper, she always joked that she liked to go buying rather than shopping, but Luke definitely knew how to shop. Erin wondered if she should be taking notes. After an actual 30 minutes of shopping, Luke was able to settle on one: It had a smoother cotton fabric and was deeper than most of the couches in the showroom, and the cushions were pretty firm as well. Luke could lay down lengthwise or pull his legs up under him and lay back comfortably. Almost all the benefits of a Big couch, without the climbing difficulty. There were no ‘mature’ colors, so they just randomly chose a swatch, a bright orange, and continued on. “You want to ride yet?” They’d been in the store for almost an hour already. “I think we’ll go pick out new diapers next, unless you want to look at the toys.” “I’m good.” He was referring both to not needing a ride and not checking out the toys. He couldn’t imagine there would be anything he liked, and he really didn’t need to ride, he spent so much time being sedentary at home, their workouts notwithstanding, that getting his legs tired seemed like a good idea. When they got to the diaper aisle(s), Luke was stunned. “What?! Why are there so many choices?” He was sure that there weren’t this many options for children’s diapers back home. There were three full aisles for diapers, with a huge variety in brands and styles. “Well, different Littles like different diapers, and Bigs have preferences too. Plus there’s lots of different designs, I guess it’s just supply and demand.” She began walking down the aisle. “We’ll need a nighttime one, and a thinner daytime one. If you look at the capacity indicator on the bottom right,” She pulled down a random package to show Luke. “Anything less than 4500mL will be thinner than what you’re currently wearing.” Luke would rather be shopping for couches. He kept his eyes peeled for different absorptions, most were around that 4000-4500 mark, as well as designs that weren’t embarrassing. He eventually spotted one with the more modest capacity of 3750mL, which had a multicolored pattern covering the diaper: solid Reds, Blues, and Yellows. Luke was just glad it didn’t have cartoons or infantilized sports or race car designs. Erin pulled the package down ‘Tots Striders: For the most active Littles’ it was like they were made for Luke, but then again, that was the point of the massive diaper aisles. She pulled down a full box of them so that they’d have a good supply. Erin took the liberty of choosing Luke’s nighttime diaper, only stopping to confirm with him that the design wasn’t too babyish; it was white and decorated with blue crescent moons and gold stars. The absorption was an impressive 5500mL; any thicker and they’d be on their way to crawler diapers, something that was much more popular in non-alliance countries. They checked out, and while the cashier smiled at Luke standing next to Erin (he had decided to walk the whole time), she didn’t say anything to him or babble at him. Erin and Luke walked back to the car and deposited their diapers. Erin then got Luke situated in his car seat; he never got tired of the memory foam headrest. “So when will the couch be delivered?” Erin looked confused at him, not sure if he was making some sort of joke or sarcastic comment. “Um now? I was just gonna pull up to the front of the building,” Erin backed her car out of the spot and pulled up. She exited the car where an employee had already brought out the bright orange couch, it definitely wouldn’t get shot if it was going hunting. Erin popped open her trunk, and the employee simply pick up the couch and placed it in. Erin’s car wasn’t that big relative to others’, but Luke had forgotten just how much bigger Bigs were compared to Littles. “See? Delivered right now,” She had a little laugh. “Uh yeah, wow.” “Is there anywhere you want to go for lunch?” “Nah, you can pick.” Luke was just happy to be out of the house. “Okay! Do you have curry in your dimension?” Erin loved curry, and spicy food in general. “Yeah, I don’t eat it very often though. It sounds good.” “Great. We’ll go there then,” Now came the hard part. “So Luke, at the restaurant, all the Bigs won’t know you’re unregressed. I want you to be prepared beforehand incase someone babbles at you. I’ll try to correct them, but if you yell or something, they’ll just see it as a tantrum. Bigs who haven’t been forewarned have a hard time thinking of Littles as anything other than regressed, even if you say something.” Luke frowned in the back. He figured that Bigs would behave like that around him eventually, but other than his initial visit to the park, he hadn’t really been treated any way but respectfully. What Luke didn’t understand was how much effort Erin had been putting in to educating and preparing her friends, as well as anybody Luke would be interacting with. She’d even given the doorman at her building a short chat to explain things. “So what do you think I should do? They aren’t gonna grab me or anything right?” “Certainly not at a restaurant. I’d say just roll with it, they might babble a bit, I’ll correct them, and then we play it by ear from there. Just know they aren’t intentionally trying to demean you. Most regressed Littles like that kind of stuff.” They arrived at the restaurant and walked in. It had an ethnic theme that Luke couldn’t place; it wasn’t Indian or Southeast Asian. The employees all had tan skin and black, wiry hair. A waitress came to greet them beaming down at Luke and smiling at Erin. “Hello, one adult and one Little for lunch? Would you like a booster or a highchair?” Erin looked down at Luke and felt the urge to say highchair. She quashed it, but she also felt that if he’d just do it once, Luke would realize it was not a big deal. “A booster please.” They walked over to a booth with Luke trailing behind Erin. He could definitely feel the tiredness in his legs now. Erin picked him up as the waitress grabbed a booster seat. “What a cute little guy. What stage is he? Late toddler? I always thought the energetic ones are the most fun.” She was leaning in smiling at Luke, who was leaning away trying to keep a reasonable distance between them. Luke restrained himself from barking at the waitress and let Erin handle it. “Actually, he’s unregressed, so basically like an adult.” The waitress just blinked and got the chair situated. “Well, I’m pretty sure no adult Big is that cute. What a sweet boy.” She didn’t mean any harm, and she was no longer getting in Luke’s face or babbling at him. She came back and gave them two menus; Luke’s was obviously a children’s menu. “Uh, could we have another adult menu for him?” Luke eyed Erin’s menu as she said it. The menu would be too big for him to maneuver easily. “Actually, I can just share a menu with you right?” He raised his arms for Erin to lift him out of the seat and into her lap. “I guess we don’t need one.” The waitress just smiled and walked off. “So yeah there’s curries, they have a variety of spicyness levels and come with rice. There’s also children’s and Little food,” Erin pulled over Luke’s menu. “Which won’t be spicy.” Luke always liked acting macho around spicy stuff, though he never really enjoyed getting a spice level above medium. It’s just what guys his age liked to do, he’d often compete to see who could eat the most ultra-spicy chicken wings with his frat buddies back at school, and while he never won, he also didn’t embarrass himself, at least not more than anybody else. “Umm, I’ll get the medium brown curry.” It had some meat Luke couldn’t identify and came with white rice. The waitress wrote it down she’d never had a Little order any food with spice before, but she didn’t think there’d be any major issue. “Just so you know, our curry is quite spicy. You still want to go with medium?” Erin didn’t think anything of Luke’s choice, though she usually preferred to go for mild. She ordered a green curry and placed Luke back in his booster seat. “So, have you thought about any hobbies you’d like to try out?” Erin had been trying to think of some as well, partially for herself or for hobbies they could do as a pair. Luke had kinda forgotten to once they had gotten to A Little This, A Little That, but thinking on it now, he considered a few options. He had liked painting at the adoption center before everything got messed up, and he had always wanted to learn how to play a musical instrument; in high school, all his extracurriculars were sports. “Maybe I could learn how to paint, or play music? Are there instructors who would teach a human? Not just like random playing at a daycare?” Erin had also been leaning towards the arts, she figured she could probably find someone who could help. She knew Beth played the guitar extremely well, but she wasn’t an instructor. “I think we could probably find someone. It might take a bit of searching though.” Their meals were delivered. Both curries smelled amazing and Luke’s stomach let out a tiny rumble. “Yeah, maybe I could learn to play the violin or the cello.” He blew on a spoonful of curry and rice to cool it down, then put it in his mouth. He paused a second longer, the moment he put it in, he could tell that he had made a major mistake, but he didn’t want Erin to know. “Mmh, this is good.” He took another spoonful. It was too much. His face had already began turning red. He took a drink from his sippy cup of water. No help. His tongue, and throat were burning. He licked his lips unconsciously; they started burning a moment later. Tears started sprinkling off his face. Erin hadn’t really been paying attention, she was focused on her own meal, which in her opinion was milder than she liked. She turned her head towards Luke and saw her Little’s face in the process of melting. She felt pain just looking at him “Too spicy Luke?” Luke could hardly hear her. The spice was burning everything, his sinuses, his lips, his mouth, his throat. Beyond tears, he started to actually cry. He was pretty sure nothing in his life had hurt this much. “Uh, muhh, uhwaa” He was trying to make any word but it was just came out as crying. He couldn’t control himself. Erin reached out and grabbed him onto her lap. He tried to take his sippy cup of water with him. “No Luke. That’ll just make it worse.” She cooed to him as he sniffled and snotted onto her shirt. She flagged down the waitress. “Excuse me. Your curry was way too spicy for him. Could we get a cup of milk, and maybe some chicken nuggets?” Erin didn’t blame the waitress, but she did wonder just how spicy the curry could be. She took a spoonful. It was delicious, medium here was definitely a more appropriate spice choice, and Erin set her own green curry aside when the waitress came back with the nuggets and milk. Luke had calmed down by the time his new food was served, though the pain hadn’t receded. He didn’t think he was going to die; his whole head still hurt. He took a sip of the milk and immediately felt a little better. The pain in his skull lessened just a bit. He ate a chicken nugget – never his first choice, and felt better as well. Even though the pain was still there, everything was feeling better with each sip of milk and bite of nugget. His involuntary tears had stopped, he continued munching. Eventually, Luke had finished, he was leaned back in his booster seat relaxing. He was ready for his nap, glazed over eyes watching Erin finish his evil brown curry. “Ready to go Luke?” He smiled and nodded. “Yeah Ewin, I’m pwetty sweepy.” His smile flattened and widened, mouth closed. Erin tilted her head and just looked at him for a moment. She made the connection almost immediately, but didn’t want to raise her voice, or ruin his good mood. At checkout, she whispered to the waitress, “Were the milk and nuggets Little food?” The waitress nodded, smiling at Luke dozing on Erin’s shoulder. “Yep, I figured that’s what he’d want considering how the curry went. I’ll make sure Littles don’t get our spicy food in the future.” Erin just shook her head. “Next time, please ask before giving Little food. This time was okay I guess, but sometimes he’s not really comfortable with it.” That wasn’t completely the truth. Erin knew that he was only okay with it this time because it made the horrible pain of his curry go away. As she drove home, Luke slept in the car seat. Well, I guess we do get to check something off the list. I hope he’ll be okay with it in the future too.

She couldn't help but pout, her lower lip protruding and quivering at the unfairness of the situation. Daddy had come and gone, but not before he had made a few changes around her apartment. He paid for it, she was his trophy, his eye candy, his girl when he was away. His wife knew about her. He had permission. They had even all met a few times - she was a nice lady, but it was clear why he wanted her. She turned her pouting lip away from her dresser and toward the camera that was watching her from the corner of the room. "Daddy!" She crossed her arms. "This isn't fair!" But she never knew if he was watching or not, never knew if he was listening. Her bestie, the only vanilla person who knew about her "lifestyle", was horrified at the invasion of her privacy, but she didn't understand. She didn't understand how completely she trusted him. How she had discovered him online, written him fanmail, worshiped him from afar - she'd never know what drew the artist's eye, but she had it and she blissfully belonged to him. She pointed an accusing finger at her underwear drawer, at the conspicuous lack of panties. She quickly tried the other drawers - skirts, tops... and one drawer that was locked. "Daddy, I want my panties back!" She knew better. He had trained her better over the years she had been playing with him, flirting with him, teasing him. Just in case, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of the drawer full of pull ups, sending it to him with the sobbing emoji, repeated five times. Daddy. I want my panties back! ... Please! ... She stared at the dots, her heart pounding. She was goading him, he had only left yesterday. The DD/lg stuff was new. She had been his sub for almost three years now, his date to any function - he'd fly her out if there was an event out of town, but Chicago was his favorite kink town, so that's where she lived now. She had been his ponygirl, she had been his rubber maid, she had been bound and plugged and dragged through the dungeon by her hair... and she was the envy of every girl in the scene. She had bagged the ever reclusive Artist - they never knew that he had been "single" because his true love wasn't kinky. Now he wanted something new, and he was encouraging her to fight back, to taunt him, to rebel, to goad - a very different taste from the days of high protocol dinners. A new flavor of fun. The idea of him "regressing" her had caused her to balk, but he had coaxed her into it. It wasn't a hard limit, after all - it was a soft limit, and they were both all about finding exactly where the soft limits became absolute. She had always had a bratty streak, now she finally had permission to lean into it. Close the drawer. She beamed, waiting for him to reveal where her panties were - she had no idea what modifications he had made to the apartment, but he and a small crew of guys from the dungeon had worked on the place for days. So much so that she was extra pouty about how little time she got with him. Slowly, she pushed the drawer closed, staring up at the camera. A loud click came from her dresser, from the two top drawers. Her phone blinked to life again. Get dressed. Including your toy. Is that where they got to? Greedily, she opened the other drawer and spun, her jaw dropping. "Daddy!" The locked drawer had her toy after all... atop a stack of diapers. Pink and purple and thick, covered in cartoonish squirrels. She spun and glared at the camera, her fists balled at her sides... but inside she was thrilled. It was all part of the act - he wanted her to fight back, and so she obeyed. Just as surely as she had been his dinner plate at one function, his stool at another, his arm candy, his demonstration doll. She lived to submit to him, it fulfilled her in a way that was more satisfying that she had imagined when she was merely lusting after him. And so she'd obediently disobey. "Daddy no!" His voice came from the camera. Calm, collected, cool. Confident. That was the word for him, and it practically radiated from him. He was in command of any room he entered, not by virtue of his height, nor by virtue of his build - no, it was purely with his presence. "Obey little girl. I'm timing you. Get your toy in place and your diaper on or I'll make you wear two." She shivered. The diapers were so thick, and they were new to her - he had only introduced her to this kind of play that very week. She had done depraved things in crowded streets, kneeling before him at Mardi Gras, walked naked on a leash through events, she had debased herself a thousand ways for him. Yet her blush was genuine as she lay on the bed, her hands trembling as she squirted lube on the vibrator - not that it needed much in her excitement - and slid it inside her. She lay so her sex was fully exposed to the camera, not knowing if he was watching alone or with a friend - or even with his wife. Gingerly, she pulled the thick padding up, grabbing the powder from the dresser and sprinkling a generous amount on herself. At least I won't have to use it with him away... She needed to go already, too. Her breath short, she taped one side closed and then the other, batting her eyelashes at the camera. "All done, Daddy." Silence. She waited a long time, the silent vibrator inside her, her legs spread as she waited for his word. Something had taken his attention away from her, his favorite toy, but she waited patiently... wondering if this was a test. Was it obedience to wait patiently like a good toy? Or was it obedience to disobey... Their game had taken on a new dimension with this turn. She waited, her hand going to the padding between her legs, rubbing gently, wishing the vibe would spring to life. It didn't. Nor did his voice come from the camera. Her phone didn't light up. With a pout, in nothing but a t-shirt and the diaper, she wandered toward the bathroom, wondering if she could relieve herself while he was occupied. Only to find that the door to her bathroom was locked. The handle was new, silver where it had been brass a few days prior. "Oh no... " Frantically, she tugged at the knob. "No no no no... " She had only wet once and it had been incredibly embarrassing, under his watchful eye. She ran back to her room, grabbing her phone. Master, my girlfriend is coming over tonight! Please unlock the bathroom before she gets here! Her eyes went from the camera, back to her phone, only to return quickly to the shiny, black, all-seeing eye in her bedroom. Only then did she realize her mistake. She stared at the formal title, the one she had been calling him for years, the one that was off-limits for the moment. Daddy! Please! I'll be a good girl! He had met her girlfriend. They had his blessing. She was the outlet for her more... dominant feelings. They were both switches and the struggle for dominance between the two rather submissive women amused him deeply. ... She waited as the dots danced again, her fate hanging in the balance. Get dressed. Shortalls and pigtails. Go pick up the dry cleaning. If you're quick, you'll be back before she arrives. She gaped, pondering whether it was time to use her safeword. It was only for dire moments, they had agreed to always push each others' soft limits. Was this a soft limit or a hard limit? She closed her eyes, assessing her feelings. A swirl of anxiety and fear... and excitement. Yes Daddy. She waddled to her closet, still awed by the sheer amount of childish clothing he had purchased for her - he had obviously been pondering this adventure in their relationship for a while. It was true she was uncomfortable, but wasn't that what stretching boundaries was all about? As she pulled the shortalls up her legs, the vibe sprang to life inside her, causing her to jump. She squeaked in a way that she was sure brought him a chuckle. The intensity reduced, but the toy stayed on, a low hum inside her diaper. Biting her lip, she fastened the buckles on the shortalls and began tying her hair back as instructed. There was no doubt in her mind that he was watching as she did, the intensity of the vibrator increasing as she tried to tie one side before moving to the other. She found herself leaning on her dresser for support as the pleasure rolled through her. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and rub furiously at her diaper, rocking and encouraging the vibrator to move against her clit just so... But she knew that the moment she did that would be the moment that he turned it off. After a half-dozen more tries, she finally had her hair back in pigtails, instantly dropping her apparent age by ten years. She put one finger to her mouth and bit her lip as she looked toward the camera, bending her knees and pouting. "Did I do good, Daddy?" She had yet to figure out what worked and what didn't in this new flavor of their familiar game, but the rewarding buzz inside her was certainly positive reinforcement. "Please Daddy, will you unlock the bathroom for me?" Her phone buzzed on the dresser top. Ask your girlfriend... or should I say your babysitter. She has access to your vibe and the bathroom. Have fun.

Her breath was caught in her throat. Her sense of smell, her sense of hearing, her sense of touch... all felt impossibly sharp in the absence of sight and hearing. He had taken that away from her. The straitjacket was surprisingly comfortable. She felt safe in her predicament, laying on the couch in the living room. His living room. She could sense his movement around her, micro shifts in the air, changes in pressure. She tried to imagine him moving around, though she was distracted by the sound of her own breath, air rushing in and out of her nostrils as she forced herself to breathe again. Those last few touches had been intense, his tongue on her inner thigh. She was naked under the jacket, and she looked forward to being used by him. ...whenever he decided it was time. Every hole was aching for him, for his kiss, for his tongue, for his cock. He had used them all before, one way or another, and she was hungry for more. He had shown her new heights of sensuality, new ways to give herself to him. This was only their second time doing sensory deprivation, and she was loving it. The anxiety, the tension, that he could start in on her in some new place, some new touch. She moaned into her gag, the large rubber ball held tightly between her lips, as he dragged something - a feather? - along her legs, his lips pressing against hers just above the gag. There was something about a gagged kiss that was magical, his lips to hers with no choice... a perversion of a deeply romantic gesture. He kissed her lips over and over as she squirmed, the feather running up and down her thighs, coming oh-so-so close to her mound, dripping for him already. The straitjacket didn't have one strap through the legs like she had expected, it had two - one that went around each thigh, leaving her completely exposed. Aching for him. The headphones lifted - heavy things that blocked out all sound - and his breath was in her ear. "Are you enjoying this, my pet?" The words curled in her stomach, not butterflies but some serpent, dark and coiled - fear and helplessness and love, all mixed together. She was a pet to him, a toy, to be dressed and played with as he saw fit. And the reminder drove her wild. She nodded vigorously. "I have taken your sight, I could take your hearing again, I could wrap you in tape and take your touch." A fingertip parted her lips, dragging slowly through her juices. It took everything she had not to moan, she dared not interrupt him. "I can take everything from you. Do you like that?" A moan from deep inside her, from that serpent in her belly, came forth in lust and joy as she nodded again, her body shivering. She wanted him to take everything. "Such a good girl." The serpent preened inside her, tingles rushing through her, making her brain fuzzy. "I think I'll take something new from you tonight." She grinned like a fool around the gag. Nothing was better than new. He had showed her so much and she knew there was so much more to come. And that she would come so much more. She heard a plastic rustling, something retrieved from a bag? He adjusted her on the couch, lifting her knees until they were near her chest. She didn't fight, she didn't resist. She was a good girl, after all. "You're so wet... " She nodded, pulling at her arms just to feel again how helpless she was, how trapped she was, how inescapable it was. ...it wasn't, of course. She knew she could let out three sharp sounds or stomp her foot and he would stop. He was good about that, regardless of the reason. She was loathe to use it, however, preferring to see where he would take her - she had gotten in trouble for not using her safeword - or safesignal - before. The straps of the straitjacket loosened at her thighs and she felt disappointment rise within her. She whimpered and shook her head, trying to tell him that she didn't want out. She wanted him to fuck her in the jacket, to use her the way she wanted to be used. "Shh, shh. You're my good girl, pet. Trust me." She nodded, mollified. The rustling sounded again, closer. Right next to her. She felt him lowering her back down onto the couch, spreading her legs apart. He pulled something up between her legs, softness enveloping her nethers. "Good girl, good pet. Stay still for me." Confusion filled her as she heard the sound of tape ripping, as the softness got tighter around her. His hand pressed against her, a barrier between his fingers and her sex. Softness that was surprisingly comfortable, hugging her bottom. She whimpered again, grinding her hips at his hand, surprised at how good it felt. He chuckled, that sound of deep amusement at the antics of his pet. A gentle, condescending laugh, one of the many things she adored about him. The straps tightened around her again, the plastic rustling as he buckled the straitjacket closed again, crinkling as he pulled her to a sitting position and straddled her, running his fingers through her hair and kissing all around her gag. "Such an obedient pet. You don't deserve to be human, do you?" She shook her head, her lips brushing against his. His words were fire inside her. "You don't want control, do you? You want to be. My. Good. Girl. Daddy's good girl." A kiss punctuated each word, an entirely new thrill coursing through her. He had called himself that before and it brought a special tingle to her, one that was completely unexpected. She felt the blindfold coming loose as he climbed off of her. The world was shockingly bright, even though the lights in the living room were dimmed. And she found herself looking at an odd sight. A blonde woman on a couch, gagged, a thin line of drool coming from one corner of her mouth, her eyes clouded by lust. The pink straitjacket, holding her arms in a tight hug around her. And where she expected to see her exposed pussy, she saw a puffy, pink thing with ponies prancing on it, taped at her hips. Her eyes widened in shock. "Tonight, I'm taking something very basic from you, my pet." His fingers in her hair. His smile next to her in the mirror, gentle and domineering, so pleased with his toy. Her panic subsided at that expression, the strangeness of it all muted. "Tonight I take a basic bodily function from you. I take your control, which you just told me you didn't want, after all." She nodded as he brought the wand forward, buzzing to life in his hands. She watched herself in the mirror as he pressed it against the diaper he had put her in, the soft padding vibrating around her, a fold of the diaper working its way between her lips, buzzing with joy. Lust clouded her eyes anew as she found herself grinding against it. His free hand gripped her chin, holding her steady, his lips kissing her cheek as he whispered to her. "Keep watching. Be my good girl. Who's Daddy's good girl?" Me! She called into the gag, her sound meaningless but understood nonetheless. She felt the orgasm building inside her and she bucked, moaning into the gag. The vibe went dead and a whine of disappointment came from her as he kissed around her gag again. "Does my pet want more?" She nodded vigorously and was rewarded with her toy springing to life once more, drawing another long moan from her. He brought her to the edge again, stopping again and making her plead for it, wordlessly, helplessly, until she was half-mad. On and off, on and off, he edged her, goading her. Her hips rocked furiously in the diaper, desperate for release from the burning lust he cultivated in her. "Ah ah, pet." He kissed the tip of her nose, though her grinding didn't stop. "You're going to give up control for me, remember?" She looked at him, confused. What control do I have left? She had given everything, she couldn't move, she couldn't beg, she could only plead with her eyes - and he could take that too at his whim. "Let go and wet yourself, pet. Use your diaper for me." She hesitated, unsure, but a quick buzz, touch, and stop reminded her what was at stake. And she let go, her cheeks flushing deep red in the silence of the room, a soft hiss coming from between her legs. She felt the diaper expand as it absorbed her helplessness. "Such a good pet... " His voice was confidence, poise, control. Everything she lacked. "Such a good girl." He rubbed the warm padding with his hand, bringing a new feeling, an amazing feeling. "I'm going to reward you for making Daddy proud." The wand returned, familiar but entirely new. The puffy, soggy padding pressing against her, vibrating against her was a hundred times better than the dry diaper had been. An animal moan of pleasure tore from her as her bucking returned, grinding furiously, her back arched. The first orgasm came quickly, curling her toes and rolling her eyes - but he didn't stop there. He lowered the intensity as she rode the feeling, the glow rising inside her. And he spoke in those soft tones of complete ownership. "Good girl. Good girl. You don't need to worry about anything. You're my sweet pet and you'll always be rewarded for submitting to me. Such a good girl." She panted, laying dead against the couch as she glowed... before the vibrator came back with a new intensity, quick touches against the diaper, reviving her arousal anew. Her eyes widened as he worked the wand expertly against the padding, controlling her body with those touches just as surely as he had guided her arms into the sleeves of the straitjacket. And she came. And came. And came again, each orgasm fresh and special, a new depth to her submission. Soon, the vibe was being tied against her leg, her gag removed as she was shifted to a sitting position, her mouth ready to be used. She gave him all the tender attention, all the lust and vigor, that he had given her, worshiping him with her tongue. He was throbbing, his arousal at new heights, more turned on than he had ever been with her before. As he pumped against her mouth, his hands gentle but firm on either side of her head, a half-thought passed through her mind. Diapers. Who knew?

My head was filled with confusion as I walked inside. Not really understanding what just happened today. Like it was all just some weird dream. Being turned into a girl, forced to wear girls’ clothes, forced to go out in public, had to walk home, got hit on by a guy, and got a lecture from Lynn about homophobia. What was up with today? My sister and mom were still in the living room. Practically waiting for me to get home. When they saw I had returned to normal but was still wearing the girl clothes, they burst out laughing at how ridiculous I looked. I just sighed and went straight into my room where I immediately stripped off the girl clothes and put on a pair of sweats. I then looked at my bed and could see the clothes we bought earlier set out on my bed for me to put away. But I didn't feel like doing that right now. But I knew I didn’t want to leave my room either. Not while mom and my sister were still laughing in the other room. And thanks to that nap at the movies, I wasn’t tired just yet. I guess there was just one thing I could do for a while to help get my mind off stuff. I let out a loud sigh as I untapped Pardie and retaped it. I was then surrounded by pink smoke before arriving in dreamland once more. ************* I looked at the rubble of what remained of the cave home of the giants. Thankful that they were not here. “Princess, shouldn’t you rest?” Pardie asked. “You’ve just barely recovered from being transformed and you don't have much magic to use.” “It's fine pardie. I just want to take a walk for a little while to cool my head and get tired.” I tell the diaper as I begin walking. Unknown to me at the time, a pair of eyes were watching me from afar. ************ I was walking for about half an hour before in a forest area before coming to a large lake. Taking a seat at the edge of the water, I stared at the lake and just observed it. Wondering what type of fish would live in this lake? Any lake monsters? Knowing dreamland, that probably wouldn't be wrong. “You know, it's times like this where dreamland doesn't seem all that bad,” I say out loud. “Dreamland has many wonders. You will see a lot of them as the Princess of dreamland.” Pardie told me. “Na, I just want to finish getting those weapons and then finally get rid of you,” I tell the diaper. “So you are the princess!” a happy-sounding voice said behind me. I jumped to my feet and spun around to see who it was but couldn't see anyone. “Who’s there!” I yelled. “‘No need to yell.” the voice said behind me! “I'm right here.” I once again spun around and leaped back! I was now able to get a good look at who was speaking. She looked like a normal woman. Slightly older than me but wearing a light pink dress with leopard print stockings. The only thing that made her not human were the 2 large ears sticking out of her light red hair. I could see her body gently swaying back and forth as she smiled at me. Her rabbit eyes looking me up and down. “You don’t look like a princess?” the rabbit said a little confused. “Arnt princesses supposed to be female?” “Long story,” I replied as my arm reaches behind me. “Now who are you?” “My name is Yuki!” the rabbit girl said smiling “what's your name?” “Amani” I replied slightly confused as what was happening. “Princess, this is a Nightmare, please be careful,” Pardie tells me. “Ya, already ahead of you on that,” I tell it. “Aww, am I really that scary?” the rabbit girl asked as she looked sad and looked at herself. “I thought I was very cute myself.” “Ya, and I think that’s what makes you more dangerous,” I say knowing full well not to trust nightmares based on looks. “Why are you here?” “Oh, I just wanted to play,” Yuki said with a smile. “And I think you will be a great toy to play with!” “Ya, not going to happen,” I say as I reach into Pardie and pull out a weapon! “Yawa wolb!” But nothing happens. Instead, Yuki began laughing! I was just holding a rattle in my hand! Not my magic staff! “Weres my staff!” I yelled as I looked at the rattle. “You have no magic princess,” Pardie told me. “Which means you can't use magic until you recover a bit more.” “Shit!” I yell, but before I could do anything, Yuki was right in front of me and grabbed both my arms! “Don't worry, we can still have fun without your toys!” Yuki tells me as she suddenly starts spinning me! Around and around! I feel like I’m in some kind of carnival ride! Suddenly I’m let go and go flying over the lake at high speeds! I soon begin skipping over the water before finally submerging into the water! Thankfully, I was in a shallow part of the water that I was able to get up and hurry out of the water. Coughing up water along the way. “Pardie, you ok?” I asked as I got on shore and looked down and the now inflated diaper. Thankfully not much bigger than normal, but it did feel like I was wearing a water balloon. “Yes, I am fine Princess, but where is the nightmare?” the diaper asked. I looked back and could see I was thrown across the entire lake! What the hell! On the other side, despite being very small due to the distance, I could just bearly make out Yuki waving at me before she started sprinting around the lake! Based on how fast she was moving, she would be here in about 2 minutes. “As soon as she gets here ill cut her down!” I shout as I try pulling out my sword, but instead pull out a pacifier? “Remember princess, no magic means no weapons.” pardie reminded me. “But, you could manually infuse some magic into the sword if you suckle on it, and shaking the rattle.” I looked at it, then back at the speeding rabbit, before letting out a loud groan and pop the pacifier into my mouth then speed waddling away. I needed to get as far away as posable to either hide or give my weapons as much time as posable to charge. Thanks to already wetting Pardie twice today, I knew I wouldn’t be ready to use pardie anytime soon. But it wasn't long before Yuki caught up to me and leaped in front of me! “Aww, don't run away little toy, were just getting started!” Yuki said with a happy grin! I yank out the pacifier from my mouth and managed to turn it into the sword! “Just enough to summon it, but it will be very dull,” Pardie tells me. “Ya, but better than nothing!” I tell it as I charge at the rabbit! But she leaps into the air and right over me before kicking me in the back! I fall onto the ground but quickly get up again before being kicked in my side! This time being lanched a few feet into the air before landing again! “Shit!” I say threw grit teeth. Yuki then charges at me and I have to sue the sword as a shield, but with a single kick, she shatters my sword! “Is that it? But I wanted to play more!” Yuki said disappointed as she watches my sword turn to smoke and return to my diaper. “It's been returned to its pacifier form,” Pardie tells me as I stand up once more. “Oh! Can you still play! Yay! What will you do now!” Yuki said excitedly since her game wasn’t over just yet. I didn't have much of a choice as I transform my rattle into the staff. Which barely had enough magic for one spell. If that… For a moment I try to think of any spell that could help? Fire spell? Water? Wind? Earth? What could stop her! Just then, I notice we were on a slight hill. “Here I go!” I yell as Yuki braced herself but got confused as I sprinted away from her! “Where you going?” she yelled. “Edilsdum!” I yell as I point my wand at the ground before jumping on a tree! Suddenly the ground turned into mud and began flowing downhill! The sudden change into mud startled Yuki as she leaped away and onto stable ground just as my tree fell down and began going downhill faster! The mud quickly turned back into regular earth, but by the time it did, my tree was picking up speed and continued sliding downhill! When it stopped, I was now at the bottom of the hill while she was still up there! “Yes! That actually worked!” I yell excitedly before seeing the rabbit girl sprint after me once more. “Shit.” I didn't even make it far before she pounced on top of me and pinned me to the ground! “This was surprisingly still fun,” Yuki said with a smile. “But you seem far weaker then you should for the princess.” Pardie! Any plans!?” I yell “No princess, you are completely out of magic,” Pardie told me. “Haha, well, maybe once you regain more magic then we can have even more fu-HEY!”Yuki said as she was suddenly pulled away from me! I sit up, confused as to what was happening as I saw something strange. A large metallic monster was holding Yuki in its large hand. “SILVER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” Yuki yelled as she squirmed in the monster's hand. “YOU STUPID GOLEM! I Was HAVING FUN WITH THE PRINCESS!” “....” “NO! I DONT WANT TO GO BACK! HE'S GOING TO BE MAD!” Yuki yelled But the golem didn't seem to care as it turned to look at me a moment then turned to walk away with Yuki squirming and yelling in its arm. “What the hell just happened?” I asked now very confused. ************ I was in dreamland for only a little longer before I was finally able to pee and come back home. Thankfully not hurt too much when I came back. I let out a loud sigh as I removed Pardie and put the still swollen diaper into a plastic bag so it didn't leak on my floor. “I wasn’t expecting that.” I tell the diaper “guess I need to let my magic recharge before going back there again.” “Remember Princess, you can still recharge manually,” Pardie tells me as smoke seeps out of the bag and forms into a block, rattle, and pacifier on my bed. “Guess I have no choice. Do I?” I ask “Not unless you wish to return without any form of protection,” Pardie tells me. I sigh once more before picking up the pacifier and placing it into my mouth before leaving my room to go have dinner before passing out. Once I was out of the room, Pardie finished analyzing something and grew curious. “Strange, we are now halfway to the destination of another weapon.” Pardie sais allowed. ********************** “You stupid child!” Pink the dinosaur yelled back in dreamland. “I’m not a child! I’m 20!” Yuki yelled back as she was bent over Silvers’s lap. Pink just looked at Silver who raised up one of its arms. The silverware that made it up began to move and form a large mettle spoon. One that swiftly spanked the rabbit’s bottom. “Ow! Hey! Ow! Stop!” Yuki pleaded. “I told you only to observe the princess, not interact!” Pink yelled as Silver stopped the spanking. “But you also said they need to find the remaining weapons! I was just helping them a little!” Yuki told him. “,,,” “Oh, not you too!” Yuki yelled as sliver began to lecture. “He’s right! The princess needs to still get them at their own pace. Who knows what would happen if they got them all and didn’t know how to properly use them. “...” “Agreed, Yuki you’re grounded starting now!” Pink tells the rabbit. “Wait, you can’t do that! I’m not a child!” Yuki stated before Silve started the spanking once more. Pink let out a sigh as he turned to look at the temple. Loud snoring could be heard from the beast inside. ************************* Well, at the moment I don’t have any real questions to impact the story, so I going to ask something else. What did you think about Amani turning into a girl? (won’t impact the story just wondering.) It was fun, it should happen again! It was fun, he should stay as a girl! It was good but glad he’s a boy again. It was boring, glad he’s a boy again.

Ok guys, here we go again. Chapter 9. As I anticipated it is a bit longer than usual, I wanted to keep going with it, but it would have taken too much time and would have been too long to "digest". As always, comments are more than welcome. Let me know what you think ;) Enjoy! Chapter 9 “W-walk?” stammered Jenny still looking at the leash-like garment Mommy was holding in her hands. That thing was designed to wrap around her chest just under her breasts and by the looks of the extra straps, it would also be attached to her collar in two points, obviously making impossible for her to remove it… “Yes, a walk. It’s a beautiful morning and I need to get some fresh air, I’ll be taking care of you two rugrats for a few weeks before my maternity leave expires.” Answered Mommy lifting Jenny on the sofa. Then she produced a pair of pink tiny Velcro shoes and started putting them on the still incredulous Jenny. At least he shoes are comfortable- Jenny thought getting off the sofa, then she looked at her Mommy, expecting her to keep on with the dressing, but was severely disappointed as the Amazon just secured her collar and chest to the humiliating garment. The little girl looked downside and saw how the pink strap of the harness pushed her tits up, lightly squashing them. Her look travelled to the strap connected to her collar and behind, to the pink leash that ended into Mommy’s strong grip. She really had become her pet now. No more excuses, no more attempts to justify her acting, it was just the two of them. The superior and the inferior creature. And Jenny perfectly knew which was which. “B-but I can’t go outside like this! I’m just in my diaper! Please can I have something else to wear?” babbled Jenny, despair and loathing starting to clutch her once again. “Oh of course honey, I almost forgot” said Mommy searching for something inside her pocket. Jenny’s relief was short-lived as Mommy produced a big pink baby bonnet and held it in front of her. “It’s a sunny day, Trixie won’t need any clothes, but we can’t let the sun get in our little pet’s eyes now, do we?” she said smiling and securing the infantile apparel on Jenny’s head and tying it with a strong bow under her chin. Jenny stood there, dressed in only her thick diaper and her shoes, with that ridiculous bonnet crowning her hair. She couldn’t have gone outside like that! she would have died of shame. This was worse than being naked! But Mommy didn’t seem to notice the crimson tint that was colouring the little girl’s cheeks, as she tied the end of the leash to the stroller and started pushing it towards the door, leaving the house. With a loud yelp, Jenny was yanked towards the stroller. The leash was long, but didn’t leave her a lot of freedom, allowing her to make just a few steps away from the stroller. The little girl found herself waddling at full speed, her diapered bottom swinging left and right, trying to keep up with the Amazon’s pace to avoid being dragged on the floor. Three minutes after, they were outside strolling on a sidewalk, Mommy was right, the day was sunny, and the ridiculous bonnet was efficient in shielding Jenny’s eyes from the sunrays. The neighbourhood around them seemed nice, there were other big houses fairly detached by large gardens. It seemed like an area for well-heeled people. Jenny waddled keeping her eyes down, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As they walked, she glanced around seeing that other amazons were looking at her, she could hear them making comments about how adorable she was and how her little butt looked precious in her bulky diaper. She tried to ignore them, focusing on the giant legs of her amazon owner. “Just breathe and go along, you’ll probably have to get used to this” she said to herself, sobbing. After some time of walking, Jenny started to grow tired, she was sweaty, struggling to keep up with the woman’s pace. Mommy walked very fast and with that diaper restricting her movements, Jenny was forced to jog behind her. “Mommy” she pleaded looking at her owner with doggy eyes “Please go slower, I can’t keep up with you…” “Of course baby” said the woman looking down at her “I’m sorry I didn’t realise you were running behind me, I’ll go slower I promise” “Thanks..” They kept walking for another five minutes, they were slowly exiting the neighbourhood, Jenny could see the entrance of a park a hundred meters ahead. But Mommy suddenly stopped, as she heard another woman’s voice behind them. “Amanda! I thought it was you!”. Jenny turned around. Coming towards them from one of the houses at their left, was a blonde Amazon woman. She was shorter than Mommy, and a little bit overweight, she looked like she was in her late fourties. She was dressed in a green tailleur which was obviously too tight for her, the big pearl necklace and fancy sunglasses she was wearing suggested Jenny she was another well-off Amazon. She waved at them, coming towards Mommy pushing a big dark blue pram, like the ones made for newborns, and to Jenny’s horror, waddling behind her tied to a harness, was another little. It was another girl, she was “dressed” in a similar way Jenny was. Her only covering consisted in her diaper and her white shoes. However her diaper was different from Jenny’s, it had a white pearl colour, was much thicker and was adorned with pink ruffles on the front and bottom area. Unlike Jenny, she had a pacifier in her mouth. The new woman quickly walked to greet them. Her little couldn’t keep up with her in that enormous diaper, so she just yanked the leash, lifting the poor girl from the ground and carrying her like that, hanging from the harness, her limbs dangling in the air. “Good morning Amanda!” she chirped coming closer, slowly lowering her little on the ground. “Congratulations on the publication of your latest article, it was sooo interesting. About imprinting techniques and the use of subliminal messages processed by the brain, wasn’t it?” “Good morning Candice, it’s nice to see you. Yes, it has been hard work, but we were satisfied with the results we are getting” Mommy proudly smiled. “And I’m seeing you have adopted another little! Look at her in her cute diapee! So adorable!” cooed the woman crouching and looking at Jenny. The little girl’s cheeks flared red once again, as she hid behind Mommy’s ankle. “Ohh she’s a shy one! Just like my little Tiffany here “ she said looking at the little girl tied to the leash she was holding, and leading her forward for Mommy to look at. Tiffany was a slim red-headed girl, she was very young, Jenny didn’t think she was older than 25. Her hair was tied in two long braids held together by a white ribbon. The poor girl didn’t seem upset at all from being dragged around by that woman. She had a neutral expression on her face, the only sound coming from her was the soft suckling coming from her mouth as she chewed on her pacifier. “Yes, Trixie is a bit shy” Mommy confirmed affectionately looking at Jenny, “But she’s still new. It’s only a matter of time, she’s adjusting pretty quickly. Trixie, come out and say hi to Tiffany!” Jenny looked up to meet Mommy’s stern gaze. She had to obey, this was her life now. She slowly came forward, her eyes locked to the ground “Hi…., I’m Trixie. Nice to meet you…” she said meekly, faintly waving her hand to the other little who, still without saying a single word, waved back at her. “They’re so cute together” said the woman named Candice “We should arrange a playdate sometimes, maybe Howie could learn from two little angels like them.” As she spoke, gurgling muffled sounds came from inside the pram she had been pushing. “Still no progress with your baby boy?” Mommy asked, looking at the source of the sounds. “Unfortunately no…” the woman replied discouraged. “He fights me at every twist and turn, swears, tries to escape…and I’m afraid I’ll hurt him seriously if I’ll keep shocking and spanking him at this rate. So we were just heading to the clinic. I’m sure he will be more compliant with his teeth removed and ability to walk and speak eliminated.” As the woman was speaking, louder muffled sounds could be heard coming from the pram. Jenny shivered thinking about the fate of whoever was kept inside it. “Oh no no no baby boy…” said the woman reaching the inside of the carriage with a hand and making shushing noises “You should have thought about escaping mommy before, now it’s too late. Mommy will make sure you’ll have plenty of toys during your tummy time. It will be the only activity you will perform from now on!” The two amazons smiled looking at the pram. Jenny tried to raise on her tiptoes to get a better look, but the only thing she was able to see were two little legs covered in a blue footed dress frantically kicking the air. “Oh he’s so sweet. I am sometimes tempted to turn Melody into a newborn too.” Said Mommy looking towards the alleged boy inside the pram. A pitiful whine came from the little girl, who squirmed uncomfortably in her stroller, her eyes pleadingly looking at Mommy. “Oh don’t worry sweetheart” she said pinching her cheek “you’re so much cuter crawling around. I could never do that to my little miss swingy butt.” Five more minutes passed with the two amazon women talking about other people in the neighbourhood, their littles obediently silent, except for the muffled screams that came from the pram. Jenny tried to follow the conversation at first, but she soon realized the Candice was a chatty type and the women were just discussing gossip. The little girl’s attention shifted suddenly as she heard a grunting sound coming from the little in front of her. Jenny saw the red-headed girl assuming a squatting position, her little legs spread, her knees bent. Her fists were clenched and her face was rapidly turning crimson as she was contracting her abdominal muscles while sucking furiously on her pacifier. Ten seconds later, the girl let out a long groaning noise, her diaper’s bottom crinkling and expanding as her poop dropped inside it. “Ooh looks like somebody has made a stinky! What a good girl!” praised the new woman pulling the leash to bring the little girl closer and starting to pet her head. For her part, the poor Tiffany didn’t seem to have finished her business, so she stood there, grunting and filling her progressively expanding diaper as her mommy proudly stroke her hair. “Aww she’s so cute!” cooed Mommy “She sure is a little diaper filling machine! Are you going to change her?” “Oh that’s normal for her. I keep her in a strict fiber-based diet. So that my little Tiffany would never get constipated!” answered the woman still caressing her little. “Plus, she’s used wearing dirty diapers, this one should last until we come back from the clinic” Jenny saw a solitary tear crossing the little girl’s still neutral face. “Oh just look at the time. We should really go or else we will miss our appointment! It has been nice to see you Amanda! Hope we can catch sometimes these days!” “I’m sure we will” answered Mommy “Have a good day!” The two women parted ways, their littles following them. And after ten more minutes of walking, Mommy entered in a minimarket. The place was exactly like a normal market, except that the aisles were enormous and Jenny didn’t recognize one single product exposed. As they got in Jenny felt on her the eyes of the Amazons inside. Their smiles disquieted her, it was the same one that she had when she was looking at a cute puppy. It didn’t help the fact that the supermarket must have had air conditioning, and Jenny’s undressed state was making her feel chilly and exposed. Humming softly, Mommy pushed the stroller to the aisles. It didn’t seem like she wanted to buy anything, she was just taking her time to look at the goods exposed. At some point they arrived in front of a big set of shelves, Jenny’s eyes widened as she saw there were loads of baby products exposed in there. The shelves were divided in products for amazon babies and products for littles. Jenny could very quickly notice the differences. While the diapers for the babies were looking very similar to those humans had in her dimension and were divided only by size and grade of absorption, the diapers made for littles were much bulkier, and there were so many types of them! Jenny saw the extra crawlers, in the cover was the image of a little ensconced in a diaper so thick he couldn’t even move from a supine position, like was advertised on them “No more getting underfoot while mommy’s not around!”. She saw diapers with shocking implants inside, programmed to electrocute the littles if the padding wasn’t wet with a certain frequency. And then baby creams designed to temporarily regress the faculty of speaking, anti-rash powder which caused burning sensation… the quantity of ways Mommy could humiliate her and administer her punishment was nearly endless! - thought Jenny horrified, her eyes locked on the shelf and its abominable products. “Mommy, pwease…” Melody softly spoke. It was the first time Jenny heard her since they left the house. Evidently the little girl knew better than to speak without permission. The toothless little shifted in the stroller seat, her now thicker and slightly yellowish diaper still exposed – she probably had pissed herself in the way – she was pointing at a pink package of diapers. The package red “Super Wetsies! Stimulating diapers for needy littles”. On the front was a diapered little woman with a blissful expression on her face, she was dressed in only a thick pink diaper which had a red heart painted on the crotch padding. “Oh somebody has heard about the new diapers…” Mommy said smiling and stroking Melody’s cheek “Your playmates at the daycare must really like them baby girl!” “Yeth! Mowmies who bwuy dese are the best!” the little girl giggled, melting under the Amazon’s touch “Pwease Mommy!” she pleaded. “Alright, alright, we’ll give it a try with one of them” said Mommy with a devious smile, grabbing one of the packages and setting it in the back of the stroller, “Oh Melody you’re such a good girl for thinking of your big sister! I’m sure Trixie will love them!” The toothless smile on the little girl’s face faded, replaced by a betrayed and frustrated expression “But… But… Dose wew fow me not fow Twixie! THEW WEW FOW MEEE!” Melody screwed up her face and started crying profusely, kicking her legs in a perfect replica of a one year-old tantrum. “My my… it seems the baby is upset, you’ll feel better after a nap sweetheart” said Mommy pulling out her mobile phone from her pocket. “No Momma pwease! I…” the little girl tried to say, but her eyelids immediately started to close as she almost instantly fell into a deep sleep. “What is the limit to the amount of control that woman has over us?!” Thought Jenny appalled, looking at the now soundly sleeping Melody “She can decide to put us to sleep like that too?” “Your sister will feel better when she wakes up” Mommy said popping a pacifier inside the sleeping little’s mouth “And she’ll have a nice punishment waiting for her at home, let’s continue our shopping, shall we Trixie?” “O-okay…” Jenny answered trembling. She was more scared than ever, at least Mommy was pleased with her behaviour for now, she didn’t have to get on her bad side. They continued their sightseeing of the aisles for another ten minutes, the cold air and the growing pressure in her bladder forced Jenny to pee her diaper while she was standing there. It was embarrassing, but at least Mommy didn’t seem to notice, and her diaper held very well her urine without swelling too much. Jenny was now growing bored, she had liked going shopping for clothes, but she had always hated going for groceries. It surely didn’t help that she was tethered to a giant stroller, and her leash was too short to allow her to watch the articles she wanted, forcing her to stay close to her amazon owner. Fortunately Mommy seemed to have finished her tour, she walked towards the cashier and arranged for a list of stuff to be delivered at home, she only brought the diapers with her. The walk back home was a relaxed affair. Mommy seemed in a good mood, she was mumbling a song as she walked. At some point Jenny was scared by her pulling out her mobile again, but she just started texting. The little girl raised her head to look at the sky, moving a little bit the bonnet obstructing her view, the sun was high, it must have been noon or so… she could feel her tummy starting to rumble, she only hoped lunch was near. When they got home Mommy unstrapped the now slowly waking up Melody from her stroller and plopped her in the playpen, then she went inside the kitchen, leaving Jenny tethered to the enormous stroller. The little girl gave an experimental tug on her leash, but didn’t manage to move the wheels more than a few inches. Sighing, she sat down on her diapered bottom, hoping Mommy would release her as soon as possible. Few minutes passed, Jenny could hear noises coming from the kitchen, but the half closed door and her inability to move freely prevented her to see what Mommy was doing inside. Instead, she focused on the sleepy Melody who was slowly regaining consciousness. “Are you ok?” Jenny whispered, looking at her through the obscuring mesh of the playpen. “Go awaw…” pouted Melody, rubbing her eyes with her little hands and yawning, exposing to Jenny’s horror, once again her set of toothless gums. “I dunn wanna tawk to wou!” “Melody, it’s not my fault! I didn’t ask for any of this! That woma- er, I mean Mommy is the one who decides” said Jenny, coming as close as the leash allowed her to the playpen. “I was behawing wike a good giwl, Momma hadn’t pwunished me once siwnce weekws. Wou ruwined ewwrwything! Now Momma wiww newer stwokwe me as she dows with wou! I wawnt the stwong tingwing too!!” she pitifully whined, banging the mesh wall with her fists. “I promise I will do everything to make it up to you!” Jenny answered, she felt pity for that poor broken creature inside the playpen. Obviously Mommy had punished and trained out the adult Melody was, leaving nothing but a submissive little incapable of controlling her own emotions. She didn’t want to fight her, strangely enough she was developing a protective attitude, already thinking of Melody like the little sister she had never had. But Jenny never knew that, in her mind she needed an ally, someone to share the pain and humiliation with, she was convinced she could have never endured that situation alone. The talk between the two little prisoners was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Mommy quickly walked inside the living room, untied Jenny’s leash and quickly put her inside the playpen with her little sister. Then she pulled the stroller out of the room, before rushing to the door and opening it. Two muscular male Amazons greeted her, they were carrying four full shopping bags. “Thanks a lot” said Mommy with a wide smile, “you can leave everything in the kitchen” “Ok Maam” they said as they entered the house and started unloading the bags. Meanwhile, inside the playpen Melody seemed still upset by the talk the two littles had, Jenny for her part had forgotten everything the instant she saw the two giant brutes making their way into the house. They were young but had long beard, their skin was sunburnt and their hands were rough and callous. They were so tall she could perfectly see them stand from beyond the walls of the playpen. Their large shoulders and muscular frames utterly terrified the poor little, who sniffling cowered in the farthest corner of her mesh cage. She was sure they could break her neck by simply picking her up with two fingers. “Waths uwp with youw?” asked Melody, seeing the terrified expression on Jenny’s face. But the little girl was only focusing on deep breathing, trying to prevent herself from having a panic attack. Melody was now more upset, and did the only thing she thought of, “Mama! Mama!” she started calling. Mommy and the two men came back in the living room, and the woman’s attention was drawn by her little’s voice. Leaning above the playpen she saw Melody pointing at the shaking Jenny. “What happened Trixie? What’s the matter with my baby girl?” Mommy said picking the trembling little up and starting rocking her. The poor Jenny didn’t manage to produce a single word, as she just clung to her Mommy, still shaking visibly. Her emotions were completely overwhelming her, the fear and the feeling of impotence were too much for her to process at the moment, dragging her down to a black hole of despair. As had happened before, Mommy’s embrace managed to rescue her, helping her find solace. Her right hand supporting her wet diaper and bouncing her slightly, her left hand gently stroking her bare back, still tied to the harness. Jenny felt protected, safe, in her arms. The effect was almost instantaneous, just after few seconds after being picked up, Jenny Stopped panicking and what had menaced to become a full fledged cry of despair was reduced to a light sniffling. “What happened? Everything alright maam?” asked one of the two men, his squared face slightly contracted with doubt and worry. “Nothing! I think she’s just scared of strangers, that’s all” Mommy replied stroking Jenny’s wet cheeks and kissing her on her forehead. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby girl. Here, say hi to the nice man!” Mommy added taking a step forward and bringing the little girl towards one of the two Amazons. “Hi sweetie! You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, you know that? My name is Jeff, nice too meet you.” Gently said the man, stretching his enormous hand. Jenny timidly reached for one of the man’s fingers and shook it with her little hands. God, he was so big one of his fingers almost filled one of her hands. “Hi… my name is Trixie” she managed to babble. The man kept smiling “She’s adorable! Congratulations maam” he said looking in Mommy’s direction. “Yeah she’s precious, but littles can be so silly sometimes…” That was the moment Jenny felt a wave of shame wash over her. What had happened? She had never had those panic attacks in her life. It was like she wasn’t able to control her emotions anymore. How could have she made such a scene over a fear so insignificant and childish? The embarrassment she felt for her behaviour caused her to abruptly turn red, as she hid her face inside the crook of Mommy’s neck, again, frustrated by how impotent she had become. After saying goodbye to the two men, Mommy plopped the still upset Jenny inside the playpen and went upstairs. When she returned, she was wearing one of her dressing gowns, and she had took her shoes off. The Amazon picked the two littles up and brought them to the kitchen, then she lowered Jenny on the floor. The kitchen was clean and it seemed the pots hadn’t yet been used, “So Mommy is not going to eat right now” Jenny concluded. She took some steps around the room, glad she was able to move freely for some time, but then she remembered the humiliating harness still locked around her body, the long pink leash dragging behind her whenever she went. “Mommy…” the little girl began calling turning around, but she abruptly stopped, mesmerized, as she saw her mother’s two enormous breasts bared in front of her, Melody latched to one of them, sucking hungrily. “Yeah I know baby, don’t worry I haven’t forgotten you” she said getting up from the chair she was sitting on, still pressing Melody to her boob with one hand while she retrieved a pink dog bowl filled with the same unappetizing mush she had fed Jenny the evening before, and placing it in front of her chair, at her feet. “It can’t be…Sure she doesn’t want me to eat from that….” Jenny started thinking… But the more her glance bounced from the bowl to Mommy’s firm expression, it soon became clear the humiliating act her owner wanted her to perform. “B-but why? Mommy I have been good!” she stammered, starting to lose control of her emotions, her eyes growing heavy with tears. “Well, let’s not forget the little tantrum you threw before leaving, Trixie. I promise this won’t be a usual thing, I’m sure you like the highchair more, but I think this will help you a lot to learn your place” she replied smiling “Now come here and eat, if you don’t want to get punished” After that morning, the world “punished” made her shoot like a spring, as she quickly waddled near Mommy’s feet, looking at the mush-filled bowl with teary eyes. “God, this is so degrading”, she thought, getting on all fours, her diapered bottom up in the air, perfectly displayed for her Mommy. She looked up for a moment, and saw the two golden eyes of the goddess enthroned in front of her piercing her soul. She took a moment to admire her, her beauty, the power she emanated; sat above her, with the now deeply asleep Melody laying limp in her arms, Mommy’s aspect was not different from that of a pagan deity, holding an unknown and obscure power, and that power demanded her submission. Scared and at the same time enthralled by that vision, Jenny lowered her eyes to the bowl, and timidly sniffed the grey goop. The stuff didn’t smell like anything. It was the same dinner Mommy had fed her last time, but this time there was so much more! The bowl was almost overflowing with it’s unappetizing content. “Ughh, how do I do this?” Jenny started thinking, gathering her hair behind her shoulders not to get it dirty. “Maybe if I slowly nibble at it this way, I will manage not to get too much mess-“ The little’s elucubrations were interrupted as she suddenly felt a big surface hitting the back of her head, making her fall face down on the mush-filled bowl with a loud “SPLORCH!”. The greysh goop was all over her face and hair, it was disgusting. It was cold and sticky! Jenny tried to get back on her feet, but the enormous force applicated by what was pressing on her head prevented her from doing that, forcing her to maintain a crawling position, her face sunk inside the bowl. It took her a moment to realize what was happening. Mommy had her foot over her, she was keeping her head inside the bowl with the sole, while she crushed her body with the rest of her foot. “Mhhglghbrrrr” wailed Jenny, almost drowning in her lunch. Mommy was too strong, she couldn’t move as long she kept her that way. Her only choice was to start eating, before Mommy decided to increase the pressure, in which case she would have suffocated. The little girl started eating loudly, grovelling at her Mommy’s feet. “Good Trixie!” said a calm voice above her “Remember, I want that bowl shining or else this will become a habit.” Whining pitifully, Jenny kept working on her tasteless meal.

Ohhhh this is what I've been waiting for! Super excited yet super anxious. I had to put it down and do something else for an hour just to clear my feelings. Ella is probably my favorite character!

I really can’t wait for more.

I don’t care at all. It’s my underwear.

I think it is more of just to worrying about it because you know you are diapered. I am incontinent, but I am sure I wet more then just because of the incontinence due to the fact I know I am protected and do not have to worry about it.

The newer star wars movies are just fan movies ,rusty and I were the target audience in 77 to give the movie lift and carry it to greatness. When Lucas sold to Disney, it was a money making opportunity and strictly speaking Disney has cheapened the franchise by writting fan movies ,sure temporarily they are making money ,but in many cases they have lost the lifelong fans ( I haven't watched a single star wars under the new ownership) sure they want to create a new target audience to carry the franchise into the future, however sacrificing essential characters and dare I say "ancient" parts of what made the story so lovable and lasting is stupid and reckless .IMHO Sent from my SM-T810 using Tapatalk

I am a redneck at heart who believes in God, Country and my Freedoms. Im probably a little different than most abdl's on here.

Great chapter !

thanks for giving us so many new chapters on the forced to save dream land PinkTheDinosaur. Cant wait to hear what happens next in the next chapter

little sisters baby sister pt. 5 I stared at my pants trying to determine if there was a bulge or if I was imagining things when Mom said "you two are really quiet, something on your minds?" Maria piped up and said "nah, we're just tired, where are we going?" "Well, we need to shop so we'll be going to Wal-Mart, Bonton is having a sale so we can get some clothes. We're probably gonna stop somewhere to eat, and maybe we might go to the park later" said mom "Yay!" Maria yelled at the mentioned of the park but then noticed I was getting really red. "Uh, mom, how long are we going to be out?" "Let's see, we'll be home around 3 so about 5 hours." Replied mom. Maria patted my hand which made me feel a little better. I started to look out the window and day-dream, with the diaper it felt like I was on a pillow. Before I knew it I was being shaken by Maria then I heard mom "Derick, we're at Walmart, wake up." I sat up and got a grip with my surroundings. "Let's go." Said Maria, i looked at her then I realized what she meant. I opened the car door and jumped out and we all walked into the store. As we we're walking around I could tell Maria was making a weird face then she discreetly squeezed the front of my pants and I just realized I was wet. Did I just wet in my sleep again? Maria acted fast and said "mom, I need to go to the bathroom but I don't know where it is." My dad responded saying "Derick, be a gentleman and show your sister where the bathroom is." She is a quick thinker I thought to myself. We separated and walked to the restrooms in the front of the store. I stopped outside and let Maria go, she soon peaked her head around the corner and motioned me to come to her. I walked over and she grabbed my hand and pulled me in. "Ok, no one is here so we're safe, when did it happen?" She asked "Must of been when I was asleep" I said in shock. "Ok, we can fix this." I could tell she was a little shocked too. She pulled to changing station down "hop on" she said, I got on and laid down. She pulled one of her pull ups out of her purse. "You grab those instead of some underwear!" I asked. "It was the best I could do, just in case. you don't want my underwear too. I could not change you, you know." I swallowed and relaxed. She quickly changed me and we were out in no time. We regrouped with our parents and I noticed the bulge seemed gone. I felt way less self conscious. "Is there anything else we need." Mom asked. Maria got on her best face and looked at mom and said "my big doll is running low on diapers, I don't know what I'll do if she runs out." Mom took this perfectly and got some diapers Maria's choosing. We checked out and got back to the car and continued on our way. Next stop was Bonton. We all unloaded and went in. Maria was running about looking at all the dresses. This confused me, she's never been this excited about clothes before. She returned with a pink one with Sofia the first on it. "Can I try this on mommy" she begged My mom grabbed a pair of jeans on sale and gave it to me saying "take your sister to the changing room and put try these on while you're there, ok" I nodded and took Maria to the changing room. When we got there Maria took the jeans out of my hands and gave me the dress "try this on." She shoved me into the stall and she went into one of her own. I sighed and took off my shirt and put on the dress and walked out of the stall and looked in the mirror. Maria was also out with the jeans on under her dress. "You'd probably look better if the dress was tucked in." I commented, she quickly tucked it in and she looked like a tomboy. She walked over to me and said "you'll look better without jeans" she unbottened my pants and pulled them down revealing my pull-up. And I have to say I looked very cute. I pushed my dress down and crossed my legs trying to hide the diaper and I just ended up looking cuter. "Yep, I want that" said Maria, she shoved me into the stall "change back" I took it off and and put my shirt and jeans back on. I walked out and bumped into Maria waiting at the door. "Let me rephrase that, I want you to have that and I want this." She handed me the jeans and took the dress. "Tell mom you liked the jeans" she skipped out of the room and I followed. "Like it" mom asked "Yes, it was comfortable" I said. She took the jeans and threw them on top of the dress in the cart and we continued. We spent about an hour and a half trying on clothes where Maria would give me a dress or some socks, or a t shirt, or shoes or high heals to try on while she tried on some jeans or boyish t-shirt. We left the the store with a full cart of stuff "for me" and stuff "for Maria" and loaded back into car. "Ok, where do you want to eat?" Asked mom "Mighty Taco!" Yelled Maria, I nodded in agreement. I was excited to go to the park then I felt my intestines grumble. I can hold it i thought to myself. Please leave a comment on how much you liked the story or what you would change on it.