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Heres the next one :0) Any & all constructive criticism welcome! Chapter 3 Brushing her nose, Laurie peered up at the woman with annoyance; admittedly, with all she’d seen outside the alley, her comment had only partially caught her off guard. ..Wandering off? The hell? "Uh, Ma'am, I'm in my twenties. I'm really not sure what you’re trying to say." Attempting to keep her composure, Laurie figured the best thing she could do was introduce herself; she wasn’t some misguided child, and hopefully the woman would see that..despite the situation she was in. "-- Well, anyways!” Rubbing her neck, Laurie attempted to soothe her nerves. “I’m Lorelei.” Giving the Little her full attention, Nora quietly eyed her up and down. After ushering Laurie away from prying eyes, Nora found herself feeling a bit awkward, but the Amazon figured after getting a full grasp on the situation, she’d know what to do. “Oh! That's a really pretty name!”, the Amazon tried. Nora was already physically at the Little’s level, now she just needed to figure out how to get on her level..psychologically? Socially? “..I usually go by Laurie for short,actually." Offering the woman a modest smile, Laurie fell silent. Ok. I..should–I just ask her? Maintaining her small smile, Laurie ran through the possibilities in her head; namely how to ask the massive woman in front of her where the hell she was. Now that she was actually holding a conversation with one of them, it was harder to keep her anxiety at bay. “..Laurie is also cute!” Nora chimed in, attempting to keep the conversation flowing. The Amazon knew she was probably coming off as..strange. It was weird to actually be having a real conversation with a Little; Laurie seemed to be very well-spoken. Surprisingly, Nora didn’t even detect a hint of a lisp..and, on some level, she hoped it would stay that way. Cringing at the woman’s remark,Laurie fought the urge to roll her eyes. Just focus on the task at hand. She ask where she was..and then about how to get home? Where the nearest police station was?..Maybe if she could use her phone to make a call? There were too many things she could ask the woman, especially why giants kept people as.. infantile pets? Of course, Laurie didn’t know if that was undeniably how they viewed normal-sized humans, but judging how the giantess was talking to her and what she’d seen, she couldn’t be far off. Sitting in silence for a couple seconds, Laurie attempted to push forward to garner any answers she could. “Soo,Miss?--” "Nora.", The Amazon filled in the blank for her, still feeling a bit out of place. "..Well, Ms.Nora, I am actually lost.”, Laurie chewed her lip. “..So you did wander off? Well, that's not an issue, I’m sure your Dadd–” “No. I did not. I actually..w-well, it might sound weird, but I’m not sure how I got here.”, Laurie cut her off curtly, becoming more uncertain as she spoke. Squinting at the girl, Nora racked her brain. Some kind of portal Little?? “Annnnd, so..well–”, Laurie timidly began. “Why is everyone so tall?” A brief silence filled the alleyway once more. Nora figured she had to be some sort of portal Little. Maybe something went wrong with her coming through..because she clearly wasn’t supposed to be here. Or she could be vacationing? Got separated maybe.. Yet, that didn’t really explain Laurie’s amnesia or her confusion when it came to Amazons. If she was pulled through for adoption, it was most likely to save her life as well–that would explain her lack of memory. Pulling a stray hair from her skirt, Nora thought about the best way to explain to the Little where she was. Should she be nonchalant? Reassuring? "Okay Laurie, it seems like somehow, you've made your way into our dimension, which of course is different from yours in some ways–” as the Amazon began to gingerly explain, the Little cocked her head, trying to take it all in. Nora pressed on, eager to get her explanation out. “ So! ..I’m not going to run through everything, but, the major difference you’ve most likely noticed are the Amazons–the bigger people." Shifting her weight, Nora wondered if she was doing a good enough job. Using the Little’s facial expression to gauge her next move, she offered up a bit more information. " Here, we call your kind 'Littles', y'know, because you’re smaller; anyone pretty much between 4 to 6 feet qualifies for the title..” Struggling to keep her calm, Laurie barely moved a muscle–she didn’t realize she was holding her breath until a labored exhale escaped her lips. Other dimensions? It was crazy..and yet, here it was. The evidence was staring her in the face. “..W-What are the, well, the diapers and stuff about?” Gnawing her lip in earnest, Laurie hoped that Nora could disprove her theory. It was just…too messed up to believe. ..Am I sure I’m not on drugs? Nora saw the rising panic in her eyes, but she knew there wasn’t a whole lot of comfort she could provide her with. Only the truth..Laurie asked, so she had to tell her. "..Well? So, how do I phrase this?..” Nora never really had to explain to a Little why and how they were a Little before. As much as it was common knowledge to the Amazon, she knew that being blunt about it wouldn’t help. Conversely, acknowledging on some level what Littles went through, Nora also knew there wasn’t a way to approach it delicately. Shit. With each passing moment, Laurie looked at the woman with more and more anticipation. Beginning to open her mouth to ask Nora to hurry up, she was abruptly cut off. “--Essentially, they’re like.. pseudo-children for us.”, Nora blurted out. Well this is definitely going to make me late for work. It wasn’t as delicate as the Amazon had hoped her explanation would be, but it did the job. Nora was sure that there would be follow-up questions..and probably tears. Then, paired with or following the tears, Nora also expected the typical tirade about ‘maturity’ and ‘independence’; she predicted anger and indignation. Yet, upon hearing her explain, Laurie’s expression of uncertainty contorted into one of fear and panic. With her biggest suspicion confirmed, she didn’t know how she was going to get out of the situation with her adulthood intact. Again,there was absolutely no room for skepticism with the massive woman squatted in front of her. Any one of the Amazon’s could easily snatch her up, and she’d be gone—just like that. Lasting only a couple seconds before her face began to crumple, Laurie gave into her stress, any thoughts or questions she had took a backseat. Don’t. No, don’t cry.. She willed herself to keep it together. However, she was already beginning to cry, and in a matter of seconds her silent tears evolved into a sniffly sob. Of course, Laurie wanted to be productive..to ask the necessary questions, to make her way out of this–but, she was far too overwhelmed. Watching as she began to sob, Nora felt a tad guilty. Well? I mean, what was I supposed to say? She’d expected Laurie to get emotional..but what she envisioned was a lot different compared to what was now in front of her. Even though the Little was sobbing, she wasn’t very loud–and it wasn’t tantrum induced..she seemed genuinely discouraged. Continuing to watch her awkwardly for a few beats, Nora knew she had to offer some sort of reassurance..after all, she was supposed to be helping. “..Uh,well..?”, the Amazon glanced at her heels, unsure about how to comfort her. Internally, Laurie’s panic was making Nora panic. She felt frazzled, and again, somewhat out of her element. This wasn’t part of her routine, this wasn’t how her friend’s Littles acted. The Amazon didn’t deal with indecision well; it was rare that she didn’t know what to do, no matter the situation. Maybe a hug? Slightly rising from her crouched position, Nora clumsily began to shimmy towards her. Hearing the scuffle of the Amazon’s heels, Laurie immediately looked up. W-What..what is she doing?? Watery eyes widening in fear, the Little promptly started to back up. ..No way. No way she's going to– “Hey–it’s just..you looked like you could use a hug?”, Nora sheepishly opened her arms, hoping she didn’t look too intimidating. She really wasn’t good at this kind of thing. Glancing between the Amazon and the opening of the alley, Laurie raised an eyebrow. “W-What?” Looking down at the girl, Nora almost wanted to laugh at her expression; Laurie’s gaze bored through her, a mix between skepticism, sassiness, and confusion. Eyes still large and shiny from crying, she scrunched up her nose in suspicion. I mean, she's kinda cute. Still waiting for an answer, Laurie watched Nora zone out, a small smirk spreading across her face. “What the hell are you smiling at??”, the Little bit out, slightly crossing her arms. No way she’s gonna try to make a freaking move on me..and then laugh about it.. Instantly withdrawing her arms, Nora frowned. Sheesh, attitude. “Hey. I was only trying to be nice–” Scoffing, Laurie stared at her defiantly, waiting for her to say something else ridiculous. “Also, considering what I just told you, you really shouldn’t use language like that–” “I feel like it’s justified, especially with some giant woman coming at me like a dope.” Ok..that was way too mean. “S-Sorry, I–” Rolling her eyes, Nora hurriedly finished her explanation. “--As I was saying, that’s the quickest way to get noticed by a bunch of Amazons..misbehaving.” Nora was still holding back laughter, what Laurie said was genuinely funny; she wasn’t offended, but talking like that was a surefire way to get into trouble. “Like I was saying, because most Amazons here view you as..well, a baby, or ,if you’re lucky, a toddler..you need to watch what you say.” I guess that makes sense. “Listen, I’m sorry…I know you’re just trying to help–”, Fiddling with her sleeves, Laurie continued her apology. “..It’s just, I can't really trust anyone.” Briefly meeting Nora’s eyes for emphasis, she tugged on her sleeves harder. “A-And apparently I’m in another dimension, and I don’t know how I got here, and–” Hanging her head in embarrassment, Laurie started to sniffle again. “Hey, don’t worry, okay?” Nora softly reassured her. “We’ll figure something out.” Sulkily nodding her head, the Little wanted to believe her, but still, her paranoia persisted. Nora seemed trustworthy enough, especially having gotten some answers from the Amazon. However Laurie subconsciously knew that she was the only one who prioritized her return back home; everyone else..well, it was clear what they wanted. As her chin trembled in tandem with her sniffles, she clenched her jaw in irritation. Nope. Can I for once..just keep the tears inside of my eyes? Shit. Throughout the entire interaction, Nora’s gaze hadn’t left the Little; watching her grapple with her emotions was conflicting. Laurie felt like she was losing her grip; the situation was just.. too much. Thinking back to her University back home, she could only imagine the setbacks this would cause her. Piling on even more, she thought about how she didn’t really have anyone back home to miss her; in truth, she wasn’t very good at making friends, and she wasn’t close to her family either. Laurie had kept her own company, and made her own money to put herself through school. The only people that would notice her recent absence for sure were her Professors. Her sniffles were halted by a dry chuckle, she truthfully did hope some of her Professors would notice something was up. Before all this, she was looking forward to what the future held after her graduation…but now, she didn't know. Nora continued to stare, racking her brain for a place that would actually help Laurie; in the meanwhile, something was pushing her to reextend her offer for a hug. “..Hey.” She started softly. “Are you sure you don’t want a hug?” Nora gently opened her arms to the Little once more. Fuck it, why not. Wordlessly closing the distance between them, Laurie gingerly stepped into the Amazon’s embrace. Pressed into Nora’s lap, the Little slumped over in exhaustion. She didn’t care that she was cuddled up to some random woman, she didn’t care that she was an ‘Amazon’, to Laurie, it just felt nice to be held. Nora lightly wrapped her arms around the girl, growing more anxious with each passing moment. What the hell am I going to do? Again, Nora tried to weigh her options. Laurie didn’t strike her as the kind of Little who would lie, especially considering how stressed she seemed. Even so, she had no idea how to help her in the way she wanted to be helped; no Amazon would actually consider sending her back to her dimension. Not to mention, the process of dimensional travel was complicated, and from what Nora knew–it could be dangerous. What if someone was looking for her? If she was supposed to come through the portal and ended up here, someone had to be looking for her. Realizing more and more what she’d probably have to do, her heart sank.

Chapter 54: Aenonnos Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “So... this is really it? This is really Aenonnos?” I asked, looking around at the beautiful scenery. The tide crashed against the rocks in the distance. The warm air filled my lungs. The air felt so... pure... much different to our own dimensions. Gulls cawed over by the cliff. Everything just felt so... natural. Like it hadn’t ever been touched by humans. But as I turned around, I saw the gleaming city of Aenonnos across the river that connected to the sea nearby. Marble spires, gold inlay decorating even the simplest of buildings... even from here it looked impressive. And having such a strong interest in the Zadri made me excited to see the city up close. The long white bridge Rose and Faith had talked about from their vision about looked even more beautiful than they described. Normally a city made mostly out of marble and gold would have been impossible to create on our Earth... but here, with magic... it was certainly an impressive marvel to behold. “If the memories and our visions are true, then yeah, we finally made it.” Rose replied. “Fucking finally!” Faith shouted, quickly earning herself a smack on her padded rear by Morgan and a disapproving look from Evie. I looked around, checking no one was about. “We’re the only ones here...” I mumbled. “I guess they don’t visit here often. I wonder what the population size is...” Rose started talking to herself, so we all left her to it as we took in the scenery whilst we could, before we get moving to find the Goddesses. “So... they’re supposed to be nice people...” Olivia started to say something. “We’ll need to hide our faces.” Noelle said, abruptly. “Huh?” “They know us. We have the same faces as their Goddesses. We’ll need to cast a spell on us to glamour over our faces.” “Won’t they be able to see through that? They’re a magic-based civilisation.” Liv asked. “We can’t say for sure... but I think it’s our best option. Especially as we need to find out more information first, which would require talking to the citizens.” “That’s my clever little baby...” Rose appeared out of nowhere. One second she was staring off into the distance in her own thoughts, the next here she was, kissing Noelle on the forehead and making her blush. The interaction was cute, but it made my competitive nature kick in, so I grabbed Paige’s wrist and pulled her in close. “Don’t you go running off, babygirl. You stay with Mummy whilst we’re here, got that? I can’t have a repeat of the Diaper Dimension...” I warned her. My wife just blushed in that cute little way she does when she’s feeling subby and little. Locking my fingers around hers, we held hands as I started walking off in the direction of the city. “Where are you going?” Rose asked. “You said we need to talk to the locals. So let’s get going, it’s already getting late by the looks of it...” I said, using my free hand to point at the sun that was currently setting. “You can cast your little glamour spell on the walk up.” Everyone quickly followed as I walked off with Paige up the beach towards civilisation. Along the way, Rose and Noelle had cast some kind of glamour spell on us all, making our faces different to anyone else who looked at us. To ourselves, we looked normal, but to any of the Zadri, we’d be random strangers who looked nothing like the Goddesses. Using the memories that we had witnessed, they also glamoured our outfits to match those the Zadri would be seen wearing. We just hoped they didn’t change their taste in fashion in the thirty-odd years since the Goddesses were around. In fact... we just hoped not too much had changed in those years, a lot can happen in thirty years... “Right everyone... guards ahead...” Rose warned. My heart was racing as I prepared myself, standing tall. It was one thing being on Earth, or Faith’s Earth or even the diaper dimension. I was trained to fight people taller and stronger than I was. But I felt the same fear I felt in Rose’s dimension. Against people, even Amazons... I stood a good chance of taking them down... against someone wielding magic? I probably had no chance. So I felt fear running through my body, a feeling I wasn’t particularly used to on my Earth. We walked closer and closer to the entrance to the enormous marble bridge that led to the main city. The scale of the bridge became even more impressive the closer we got to it. From afar, it looked big, but from here? It was enormous. As we reached the large gate... something felt... off. “Stop.” Rose abruptly ordered, stopping in place and holding her arm out to signal us all to stay behind her. “Something isn’t right...” An eerie silence filled the air. Which sounded unusual for a city this large... “The... the guards... they’re dead!” Faith exclaimed, holding her hands to her mouth in shock. “Wait, how do you...?” I asked. “Her eyes are augmented, remember? She can see further than we can.” Morgan whispered to me. “Oh shit, yeah, sorry, forgot about that. Her augments aren’t as obvious as...” I shut up mid-sentence, I knew it could be a sore topic for her, so I instantly regretted saying what I had already said... and what I was about to say. “Yeah well anyway, we better be careful...” We edged closer and closer to the guard station located in front of the large, gold, ornate gate that allowed entrance across the bridge and into the city. And the closer got, the more it confirmed what Faith told us... these guards were dead. I quickly turned around, pulling Paige into a hug so she didn’t have to see the bodies. “They’ve been here a while, decomposition leads me to believe it’s been some years since they died. But the question is... how? And why were they just left here?” Rose asked. “Look... on the bridge...” Faith called out, pointing at the bridge. “Holy fuck... what happened here?” Paige yelled. I looked down to see Paige had wormed her head out of my embrace to take a peek at the scene behind me. ‘I’ll spank you later for that language... but yes... holy fuck...’ I thought to myself as I turned around to see what Paige was taken aback by, Paige escaping my arms to go have a closer look. It was horrible. More bodies were strewn across the bridge. “No sign of a struggle... no blood, no apparent injuries... faint magical signature coming off of them...” Rose said, examining the deceased guards closely. “So something magical kill them all? I wonder if people in the city are alright...” “Let’s go. Stay close though, we don’t know what kinds of threats are out there waiting for us.” Rose instructed, leading the way to the bridge. Morgan pried open the gate as quietly as possible and Rose took lead again as we all walked through the gateway and onto the bridge. I held Paige close, trying to prevent her from seeing the deceased Zadri who littered the bridge. The closer we got to the city, the more silent it became. Now we couldn’t even hear the ocean or the wind. And for a city... that was frightening. “Is...” We reached the city. We found the main street that disappeared off into the distance. Gorgeous architecture lining the sides of the street... trees and plants decorated the centre of the road, but they were all overgrown and wild. “Oh god. It’s all of them... they’re all...” Rose stood in shock. She was right. My heart sunk as I saw the pained faces of the people of Aenonnos. Their bodies littering the streets. The awe I felt looking at their beautiful ornate structures was negated by the horrific scene that lay in front of us. I wish I could just focus on the buildings, on the gorgeous spires and the beautiful artwork on the sides of the marble and gold buildings. I wish I could focus on the market stalls, the book stores, the little cafes... I wish I could focus on the gold inlay that decorated even the most basic of buildings. I wish I could focus on how the Zadri must have lived their lives, how their society managed to be so advanced and so peaceful... But I couldn’t. So I held Paige as tightly as possible, covering her face as best I could with my arms and chest. I didn’t want her to see this, and as I looked up at my sisters... I saw that they had the same idea. Morgan had Faith in her arms, covering her eyes, preventing her from witnessing the horrors that lay to the sides of the street at we walked down what I assume would be a bustling market street... and Rose held Noelle closer, trying to prevent her from looking off to the sides of the road, whilst Charlie gripped Olivia’s hand tightly. Evie followed along closely behind Morgan and Faith as we slowly made our way down the main road of this seemingly abandoned city. We walked for a good twenty minutes, trying to figure out what the hell happened to this once-thriving civilisation for it to end up like this. We eventually reached a fountain in the middle of a square that indicated where the major buildings were, so we looked for the place we needed. I noticed the bodies we found had gotten fewer and fewer as we got closer to the heart of the city. “They must have ran to the entrances to the city, to flee whatever was coming for them.” Rose commented. “And what a great amount of good that did them...” Morgan remarked. “Something with an immense amount of power must have killed them. Which means we need to be on guard. Let’s not start getting snarky with each other.” “Sorry.” Morgan apologised, looking nervous. “Hey, we’re all on edge here. No one should witness what we have witnessed. And not just here. All the shit we’ve been through in other dimensions... it’s like the universes are playing some cruel joke and torturing us.” “I know. I’m sorry. Let’s just find the Goddesses and get out of here. I don’t want Faith to go through any more trauma.” “She’s got you, Evie, and the rest of us. We’re going to be okay, Morgan, I promise.” I said, trying my best to reassure her. Sure, I was just as terrified as she was, but I was good at pretending to keep a level head under pressure. “Yeah well let’s keep going, I can see a large building that looked similar to the Elder’s building from Freya’s memories in the distance. So we’ll head for...” A wind blew through the streets suddenly. Darkness quickly filled the skies. The hair on my arms stood on end as I felt an eerie presence nearby. And as I turned around, a dark hooded figure appeared from behind the fountain in the middle of the square. We all froze in place, our eyes focused on the strange figure getting closer and closer. With each footstep, his walking cane clanked on the stone floor. He gripped it with both hands for support, and whilst it acted as a walking cane... it looked more like a staff. “Who are you?” Rose called out, pointing her hand out at the mysterious figure. Noelle stood to her side, doing the same. Morgan and I quickly pushed our littles behind us and prepared ourselves for a fight. He crept along, circling the fountain, until he was in full view, staring at us with his beady little eyes and his long, white, scraggly beard. He stopped, took a second, and then upon removing his hood, his eyes narrowed and his face turned sour. He lifted his staff up and pointed it directly at our group. His frail body caused the staff to shake in his arms, but he kept it in position as best he could as his mouth turned into a snarl and he started screaming at us. “You... I see through your disguises... I see your faces... YOU DID THIS! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!” ========================================================== So... not the welcome wagon they were hoping for... Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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You’re honestly mad, do you know that?” “Thank you Mikey, it is lovely that you’ll be joining us.” As Mikey put the dummy in his mouth, I grabbed my phone and called his name. As he looked at me, I took a picture. He spat out the dummy again and ran towards me to grab the phone. “What are you doing? You said you wouldn’t tell anyone…” Before I had a chance to reply, Mother had stood in front of me and interjected to calm the situation. “It’s an insurance Mikey - if you behave then I am sure we can keep it a secret but if you decide to play up then we might have to share it with some of your friends and invite them round for playtime with you.” That was the final straw. Mikey was defeated. He said nothing as he put the dummy back in his mouth and waddled behind us downstairs to the kitchen table. It was incredible. Just a few hours ago, we were all scared of Mike but he no longer felt like a threat to us. I still couldn’t believe that Mother had managed to outmanoeuvre him and make him submit to wearing a nappy and suck a dummy. Mikey was still sucking his dummy as he gingerly took a seat at the kitchen table. As he sat down, the plastic pants made a loud rustling sound. He was clearly conscious of the noise as he looked down at the floor nervously. It was evident that Mother had planned tonight very carefully. She rarely cooked stews but knowing that there was a strong likelihood that tonight’s meal would have to sit around for a while, she had decided that it would be a sensible choice. We all took our places at the table while she dished up the food and served it to us in turn. Mikey would normally help himself to food before any of us and would snatch the first plate that Mother served but tonight she deliberately made him wait until last. When Mother finally put his plate in front of him, she spoke in a childish voice as she pulled the dummy out of his mouth. “You can take your dummy out while you eat your food Mikey.” By treating Mikey like a toddler, Mother was reinforcing the message that she was in charge and that he was just a child who needed her permission to make decisions. All of her actions were a deliberate ploy to turn him into the well behaved boy that we craved. He did not say anything back and began to eat his food. I could only imagine what was going through his mind at that moment of time but he was clearly still in shock at what had happened to him and was understandably very quiet. Dinner was very enjoyable as we talked about our plans for the weekend and flowers and other girly topics that were normally off topic when Mike was around. He would usually tell us to shut up and that we were “talking rubbish” or “boring” but tonight we had free rein. We were all very pleased about how the evening had gone - except Mikey of course - and were in a jubilant mood as we finished our food. I looked over at him and smiled. As I looked over, I could see that he had spilt some food down himself and decided to use it as an opportunity to tease him and get a reaction. “Mother, look at Mikey. He’s spilled half his food down himself, perhaps we should look at getting him a bib?” I could see Mikey’s face changing as he angrily looked over at me before he responded. “You better shut up you little bitch otherwise I’ll make you sorry. You might think you’re big now and clever now but you’ll be sorry. You won’t get away with this.” Mother quickly intervened to take control of the situation and remind Mikey of his rightful position in the family now. “No pudding for you I’m afraid Mikey which is a shame because it’s chocolate brownie, your favourite. And you know the rules…” As she finished her sentence, she placed the dummy back in his mouth and removed his bowl of food which he had not quite finished. He spat it out and shouted back at her. “**** off you crazy lady. I haven’t even finished my food. Give it back here” “I told you the rules earlier, put your dummy back in now please. If you want the rest of your food, you can ask me nicely.” “Please can I have my food back?” “I won’t have a discussion with you until you’ve got your dummy back in your mouth.” “How am I supposed to ask you a question with this stupid thing in my mouth?” “Oh Mikey, you are silly. Have you never been with a toddler? They are able to keep their dummy in their mouth and still speak so I’m sure you can too. Now if you want your food…” Mikey again looked defeated and reluctantly placed the dummy back into his mouth. It was another win for Mother as he was accepting the rules that she had set and had understood that she was not going to back down and give him his food until he did as she told him. He sounded ridiculously childish as he requested for his food to be returned with the dummy still wedged in his mouth. “Please can I have my food back?” “As you asked so nicely, I will of course let you have your food back Mikey. And to your sister’s suggestion, I had not thought of getting you a bib but perhaps it’s not the worst idea judging by the state of you.” Mikey’s face went bright red as he came to the realisation that his humiliation might only just be beginning, and he was right…

Part 2 “Jason, do you like to wear nappies?” She didn’t ask if I liked these Durable nappies in particular it was more a general enquiry. The question took me by surprise because, although we’re pretty straight with each other, that query seemed to come out of nowhere. I suppose that’s silly really. After all that’s happened over the years and more especially over the last few weeks you’d think I’d have some inkling mum might think that way. “Errmmm,” was how I answered. There was no accusation to her enquiry and no sense that she wanted to trip me up if I answered a certain way. Mum wasn’t like that but I could tell she thought it might be a possibility. So even if I wasn’t sure, she certainly suspected it might be the case. Mum’s eh? Now then, admission time - since mum got me those Durable Slips (disposable nappies) I have in fact worn them more often than not. The reason being that when I didn’t wear them I felt vulnerable and the vulnerability meant I leaked. I know, I know, there’s no reason at all that the two things should be linked and I’ve had this discussion with myself and mum... and she just hugs me and says, ... “it’s always best to be on the safe side.” Eighteen and wearing nappies and rather substantial rubber pants. I’m sure it wouldn’t be ideal for most teenagers and I’d like to think I’m not fine with it either, except it appears I am. “Well sweetheart, do you?” I wasn’t going to get out of this with a shrug and vagueness so I nodded. I didn’t think, considering the circumstances, I could deny the fact. Especially as I say, I was wearing a rather thick nappy and a pair of nappy-hugging vinyl pants at that moment. “Erm... maybe I don’t mind.” “Look love, it’s alright by me, I don’t have a problem with any way you choose to dress. I just want to make sure you have everything you need and aren’t worried about anything.” Well, I was worried a little about the direction this conversation was going but mum knew me too well and I couldn’t just walk away. “Like what?” I shrugged unable to think of anything... well, anything specific. “Well, for instance. Do you have the right creams and lotions to prevent nappy rash? Maybe you’d like to wear something different and are scared to buy it or ask me to get it for you? Perhaps you’re not happy that it’s something you like and feel, well, guilty. I don’t exactly know, but, I want you to know that I’ll support you in any way I can and, as with everything else, you can depend on me.” Now, that was a nice little speech. I’ve never doubted mum for a second... ever... and I still don’t but she was making things sound official whereas I still thought of it as my anxiety and I’d eventually be over it. She popped the dummy between my lips and hugged me close. “I want my baby boy to be happy and if that means he wears nappies then so be it.” I could have just carried on sucking and let mum’s warmth and love engulf me but I wanted to explain a little bit even if I was unsure what I was going to say next. I removed the dummy. “Mum, I don’t know... I mean... uuummmm... since you bought these,” I ran my hands over the Durable, “I’ve felt much calmer but I still end up soaking them and don’t seem to have any control over that... I don’t understand why.” I was dubious about looking at mum to see if she had an explanation but she just patted my padded bottom and hugged me some more. “Look love,” she took a deep breath. “There have been times, throughout your life,” she rubbed the front of my bulging nappy and pointed to my dummy, “when certain items have brought you comfort in trying times.” It was true... and she gently reinserted the dummy to where it belonged. “I don’t know if I’ve told you this but it was your father’s idea to let you keep the dummy.” I looked up at her as this was entirely new information. “Not that I was against it but was always told by his mother, your granny, that it helped through anxious times when he was young, so no one should belittle a dummy’s use. It was him not me that made sure you always had one nearby just in case you needed it. So, as it never bothered him when it helped calm you down it never bothered me. I could see the sense in what your grandmother advised because it worked.” How come I’d waited eighteen years to hear this tiny, but influential, piece of my history? My dum-dum appeared to have played a more important part in my life than I’d previously given it credit for. I mean, granny had never mentioned it, dad never mentioned it, so how come mum’s only mentioning it now? We didn’t see granny that much these days because she retired to a home on the south coast where she seems very happy. However, when we do get a chance to visit she’s always keen that I’m happy and loves to hug and pat me all the time. I never thought about it before but wondered if she’s checking if I’m padded. My reaction to this news was I simply sighed because the thought of dad not being here was always a sad thought that got my emotions all tangled up and I’d find myself sobbing (and sometimes peeing). Perhaps dad was responsible because he knew, or suspected, I was like him and got anxious about anything and everything. But that didn’t explain why now I was wearing nappies and apparently not that worried about doing so... or maybe I was and that’s why I wet them. A sort of circle; one thing leading to another, leading to another and eventually ending up back where I started? I was more than a little confused and wondered why this little titbit of information had never been revealed before. It’s not like there had never been an opportunity but that would have to wait because I had something else on my mind. I began to wonder about mum’s words “I want my baby boy to be happy” I mean, I’m hardly a baby but, with the way things have gone, is that how she now sees me? “People have different needs,” she continued but looked sombre. “When your father died... I found it very difficult to cope. The sudden loss of my wonderful husband hit me hard but the thing I was grateful for... I had you.” She hugged tightly. “My worry then was how would you cope? You were eight and struggling with the loss as well but, and you may not have been aware of it, you were strong and I believe you knew I wasn’t coping so made every effort to relieve my suffering,” stroking my head as she often did when wanting to make a loving point. “It was you and the things you did and said that kept me from... well... I don’t know what... but you lifted me from the depths of great depression and...” “Maaawwwmm.” I said emotionally through the dummy. I didn’t want her to get depressed as she remembered dad’s death. “You did love.” She perked up a bit. “Things like bringing some little flowers you’d picked. Or a drawing of me, you and dad you’d done at school. There were several times when I was at my most, well, depressed doesn’t really cover it but I was down and you, my little flower, bounced me right back. It wasn’t your job to lift me up but you did and for that I’m eternally grateful.” I was trying to hide the fact that I was weeping but I looked up and saw mum had tears in her eyes as well. “You managed your own grief by sucking on your dum-dum and the picture of you doing that made me less stressed because you looked so sweet and innocent. I don’t know exactly why but it did... and we became even closer. Perhaps because it had been your dad’s idea and it felt, in some way, he was still with us when you popped it in.” She shrugged, as if partly dismissing the very notion. I wondered if it was a thought that had just popped into her head or was there more to it. Is this why she’s happy for me to use the dummy, and whatever else, because it brings back memories of dad? Did I have a residual memory of it happening and that’s why I do it now? Have I used the dummy so much I’m now reliant on it to solve all my problems? “Maawwmmm,” and we hugged tightly together for what seemed ages. The front of my nappy warmed slightly as a similar feeling grew throughout my body. # “Mum, what did you mean you wanted your baby boy to be happy?” I eventually asked. “Just what I say sweetheart,” she patted my padding. “But mum, I’m eighteen... hardly a baby boy.” “Oh sweetheart... look... you’ve always been my baby, I’ve never stopped calling you that, or love, or darling, or loads of other pet names I have for you.” “But baby boy?” “Well love,” she said emphasising the word love, “You’ll always be my baby because it doesn’t matter whether your eighteen months, eight, or eighteen years old... you will remain my baby boy. So, you can look forward to your thirty-eighth and forty-eighth birthdays and I’ll still be calling you my baby.” “Oh,” I said a little defensively, “it just seemed that because I’m wearing a nappy you thought, umm, or I thought, ermmm, you might think.... mmmm...” “No love, it’s not meant in a negative way and I’m not trying to baby you. Mother’s always think of their kids as their babies... and it has nothing to do with whether you wear a nappy or not. It’s the way mum’s especially think of their children.” She smiled her reassurance. “They will always be their babies who need love and looking after no matter how old and independent they become. It’s what a mum does.” “OK, thanks mum.” “No, thank you my sweet baby boy.” She chuckled as I was released from her hug. I just oozed contentment from behind my dummy as we got back to being ourselves the warmth in my nappy adding to my sense of wellbeing. # Although I’d taken mum to task for calling me a baby, no matter how innocently, the term entered my head but any resentment about the word quickly faded to one of acceptance. Now, before anyone jumps to the wrong conclusion, I didn’t want to be treated as a baby, I just accepted that to mum, I would always be her baby boy. Maybe it helped in that understanding because I was wearing a nappy and sucking on my dummy, though I’d like to think not - although that is perhaps a little naïve of me. In a couple of days I’d be starting work and my childhood would be behind me... perhaps that was a bigger jump than I thought it would be. Maybe, all this nappy business was a reaction, an unintentional, emotional reaction, to that very fact. Unfortunately, that’s what was going through my mind when I realised I was filling the nappy yet again. The amount of warm pee making me once more glad I was wearing protection. I began to think of what mum said about how anxiety often got the better of dad when he was growing up and I wondered if perhaps he’d also had problems with unexpectedly wet pants. “Mum, was dad full of anxiety like me?” I tried to make it sound like a natural question but could tell it was quite loaded. Mum sighed. “Yes love he was anxious most of his life. His anxiety made him question everything and check and re-check whatever he was doing.” “Am I really that much like dad?” “I think so sweetheart, I think so.” She nodded and sniffed back a sob. “Your father was one of the best - a loving dad and husband but he worried. At times I saw the anxiety etched on his face though he tried to hide it. He didn’t always talk about it, which I wish he had, maybe I could have helped but...” The rest was left unsaid. I wanted to ask if he wet himself but for some reason thought such a question would somehow tarnish his memory. I wandered back up to my room to change and noticed that I was down to my last couple of Durables, although I still had a selection of pull-ups left. I changed to a pull-up and plastic pants under my jeans and, thinking to change the mood I’d left, told her that I was nearly out of disposables. “Yes love,” she bucked up immediately, “I noticed that so I’ve already ordered some more and they’ll be with us first thing tomorrow so don’t worry.” She was grateful we had something else to talk about. “Oh, erm, thanks mum... did you think I’d need some more?” “Well sweetie, you’re going through them pretty quickly and I noticed you were nearly out so I was just thinking ahead. I’ve never ordered online before so this was a first.” “I suppose if they don’t arrive I can always pop along to the pharmacy for some.” I offered as a helpful suggestion. “Yes, although they did promise delivery... I even have a 10.30am time slot... which I thought was quite splendid.” She checked her phone as if to reassure herself. # At 10.47 the following day a delivery van pulled up outside our house and a small, wiry driver, wearing a brown polyester shirt and shorts, struggled up the pathway pushing a huge box on a trolley. Mum answered the door and signed something. I think she found the entire process new and exciting. “Well, the delivery people are very efficient aren’t they? Only a few minutes late and I’ve even got a message on my phone to say ‘your package is on its way’ and here it is... amazing.” Mum was impressed and I knew she was making a mental note about using the facility again at some point. However, all I could think was ‘what an awfully big box full of nappies’. She must be expecting me to need them for the rest of my life. I manoeuvred it into the front room where mum had gone and retrieved a knife from the kitchen to slit the taped seal. She looked excited and once the thing was open I could see why. She’d ordered a plethora of disposables in all colours, some with childish designs on them. Plus more plastic pants, large terry type nappies and a couple of onesies. “What the hell mum!” I was angry because this all looked so bloody infantile and made a lie about her comment about me being her baby boy. “I can’t wear any of this it’s, it’s, it’s.... bloody hell mum, what were you thinking?” Mum looked quite shocked at my reaction. “Sorry love I guess I got carried away. I mean,” she held up one of the packs of colourful cartoon disposables, “they said in the advert on the site that these were thicker and absorbed more than any other and I just thought you deserved the best. It didn’t occur to me that, as no one else would see them, you’d be all that worried about the pattern.” “But mum,” I whined a little but she’d taken the wind out of my argument and anger by saying she only wanted the best for me. However, these really did look childish so I wondered where the hell she’d bought them... what site had she been on? “It’s OK Jason, look, what you don’t want we can send back... no problem. It said that as long as the packages are intact...” “And what’s the idea with these?” I held up the onesies in disgust. “Well, you’re starting work soon and, from experience, if you wear a nappy, to prevent it sagging, a onesie that fastens there,” she pointed to my crotch, “holds it up and in place and more-or-less prevents drooping from happening.” “Ohh, I see, ermmm...” Again, mum had been thinking ahead and I was seething because I thought she was, well, you know. “Sorry mum, I just thought...” I shrugged and felt a fool. I don’t know why I’d let the term ‘baby boy’ become so important. I thought I’d got past it but it irked and annoyed and... I just didn’t like it because, well, it made me feel like that’s what I was becoming. Then it struck me. That was it. It was me who was worried about the expression, not mum using it. I was worried that nappies and a dummy at eighteen meant I was still a baby even though I had no desire to be that... at least that’s what I think. “We’ve been through this.” Mum was looking a bit exasperated. “Why would I want to make you feel self-conscious about any of this? I just want what’s best for you and as you’re having enough anxiety thinking about the job I hoped I could relieve some of it by taking on the easy bit... getting you a fresh supply for when you need it. The site I found offered loads of stuff for a growing lad who might need a bit of help,” she pointed to my groin, “in that particular area.” Mum looked a bit hurt at me being angry with her. Of course she didn’t shout or create she just got on with things. Thinking about it I should be grateful for her being so thoughtful. I’m an idiot. # We emptied the box and did an inventory of what she’d bought. I was impressed because there were plenty of disposables and the new fabric nappies felt really soft and thick. The plastic pants were in a variety of colours and even a couple of new dummies should I want them. All-in-all mum had in enough supplies to last for a few months if things didn’t improve once I started work. It was strange but after mum had said she only wanted what was best for me I sort of went along with all these things, I mean they were all fantastic and her enthusiasm for each product had us giggling at just how thick the cartoon disposables might end up being. However, I don’t think mum was of the opinion I’d be out of nappies anytime soon. She’d asked if I liked wearing them and I’d admitted to doing so... I didn’t think I could deny it. She was actually supplying me with the very thing I needed, even before I really accepted that fact myself. Mum was always ahead of the game and couldn’t have been nicer or more prepared about it “Look love,” she shrugged but smiled, “I don’t know for definite you’re going to need all this stuff but I have known you for quite a while.” She beamed at her own silly observation. “Almost a lifetime,” I added with an equally wry smile. “That long, eh?” “Almost” “Well then, it’s here, it’s available and it’s up to you what you want to do with it.” I was grateful for her love and astuteness so we cuddled over this pile of new ‘stuff’. “Thanks mum.” Tomorrow I start work. # tbc #

No.

Earlier this year, I visited My Inner Baby. I saw no sex toys. A large section was full of adult disposable diapers, most AB style, but also a variety of "medical" diapers. There were also some cloth diapers, diaper covers, plastic pants. The main room had walls of onesies, and a few adult sized baby outfits. They also sold pacifiers, bottles, coloring books, changing pads, and some other accessories. NO sex toys, no X rated magazines, no pics of naked men or women. And while they may cater to adults that are ABDL, that doesn't make them a sex shop. As a comparison, nearby to this store is a Cheerleader Supply store. I'm sure that adults with a cheerleader fetish shop there. Does that make it a sex shop? Is a lingerie store a sex shop? Despite using GPS, I still had a difficult time finding the store. The entrance faces a treelined chain link fence, separating it from a limited access highway. The parking lot entrance has a sign, but there is another business that faces that street. Anyone seeing the store is deliberately going to visit the store, not randomly driving by and seeing it.

I have no problem sleeping in a wet bed and never get up once it is wet. Unless it is soaked I just let the bed air and sleep in it again the next night.

Sam is away on vacation and just about to head home. She is at the airport and feeling somewhat proud of herself for getting through a vacation with little issue. Sam has long been sensitive about her diminutive height and that is made worse when an unexpected rule change means she is stranded. Just when she starts panicking and thinking she was stuck she sees a professor from her college walking towards her. It might be that this professor is Sam's only way home... --- As ever I am extremely thankful to my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do If you have a little spare money and would like to support me and help me pay the bills then please do consider having a look at my Patreon page. I post an update every 4-5 days and patrons get access to everything I write one week before the rest of the world. Also, for $10 a month you can get access to Patreon exclusive stories! I have 40 STORIES AVAILABLE FOR $10 patrons that you can read right away with more posted regularly! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Sam’s Flight to Babyhood By Elfy “The 1340 flight to Buenos Aires has been delayed by half an hour for maintenance. We apologise for the inconvenience.” The loudspeaker system blasted overhead. Sam stood nervously in a queue to speak to the customer assistant. She looked out the window nearby and saw the plane she was supposed to be getting on soon that would take her from London Heathrow back to home on the east coast of America. She had just flown in from Kiev and this was her connecting flight. As Sam looked around she saw faces turning her way and staring. She blushed when she saw people furrowing their brows or nudging their friends to point at her. There were children giggling or loudly asking rude questions like “Mommy, why is that little girl on her own?” This was all stuff Sam had heard before of course but it didn’t help protect her from the embarrassment. She knew she was small, tiny in fact, at thirty-three inches in height she was towered over by virtually everyone. It was a source of constant frustration and anger for Sam that she couldn’t do anything to fix. So often she was the curiosity that children and even adults would point at and whisper to each other, not helped by the fact she usually had to wear children’s clothes because they were the only ones that fit. School had been a miserable experience and Sam had been anxiously counting down the days until it finished. When the end of day bell did finally ring for the last time she celebrated more than most. Though she had friends she also had bullies and, to add to the embarrassment, the bullies were often in the grades below her. It might have been this overwhelming anxiety to leave school that resulted in what had been the most embarrassing event in her life. Despite a year passing since the event it still plagued her nightmares. After the official graduation from high school there was a huge party scheduled at the house of one of the rich kids. Sam wasn’t usually much of a partier but she decided to make an exception after her friends prodded her and reminded her this was her last chance for high school debauchery. Debauchery turned out to be an understatement. The alcohol flowed and illegal substances were taken as music blared and people danced. Sam became very drunk very quickly partly because of her lack of drinking experience and partly because she was so small. She was a lightweight in the most literal sense of the word. Sam would never be sure what happened because at some point the night became a blur. She vaguely remembered being carried somewhere whilst practically unconscious and then the next thing she knew she had been in baby clothes and a diaper. She later learned that she had been taken to the nearby nursery by a couple of people who didn’t know she was really an adult and left there. It took an embarrassingly long time for someone at the nursery to believe who she was. That embarrassing incident had been over a year ago now but it still loomed fresh in Sam’s mind as evidenced by the nightmares she still had about it. She had since gone to college and after her first year had ended she had decided to travel and experience some different cultures. It was an anxious time for the short woman as it also marked the first time she had really gone anywhere on her own. Despite her fears the travelling had gone well. There had been some people pointing and laughing or making loud comments but they were easily shrugged off by Sam who had experienced much worse. All in all she had a great time sightseeing and trying out local cuisines. All good things come to an end though and she was now waiting for her flight back to America. “Next!” The customer assistant for the airline called out. The person in front of Sam walked away and Sam came forwards. She had to look up at the desk and the customer assistant seemed not to have seen her at all, “Sir, please step forwards.” Sam looked behind her and saw that the customer assistant was referring to the man behind Sam in the queue. The counter the assistant was stood behind was too tall and Sam was hidden from sight. She blushed at the reminder of her short stature, she hated being reminded that she wasn’t like everyone else. Some people behind Sam chuckled. “I’m down here!” Sam exclaimed. She felt so embarrassed, like a child pretending to be an adult. There was a pause and then Sam saw the assistant lean over the desk to look down and see Sam. Her nametag showed and Sam saw the assistant was called Debra, she seemed shocked that she was talking to someone so small. “Hello, are your parents here?” Debra had her professional voice on and she smiled showing perfect teeth behind rosy lips. Sam shuddered. It wasn’t unusual for her to be mistaken for a child though she had somehow managed to avoid it for most of her trip. This was humiliating though and she pouted as her face went a dark red. Without a word Sam reached into her bag and pulled out her passport and ticket. Sam was horrified when Debra walked around the desk and crouched down so she was the same height as her. Sam looked down at the ground as she handed over the documents. Not for the first time she cursed that she had been born like this. “Nineteen-years-old?” Debra looked confused, “Do you have any more ID, Sweetie?” Debra seemed incapable of treating Sam like the adult she was and Sam balled up her fists in humiliated frustration. She could hear people behind her whispering and knew she was the topic of conversation. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her purse. She had a driving license for her heavily modified car at home it would confirm her age. “Oh… I’m sorry.” Debra said as she looked at the license and confirmed Sam’s details, “Excuse me a moment.” Sam huffed in annoyance as Debra handed back the documents and went behind the desk. Sam couldn’t see what was happening even when she stood on tip-toes. She could hear Debra talking to someone though what exactly she was saying was at least partially lost because of the background noise. “Yes, Sir… Very short, Sir… Three feet maybe? I thought she was a child.” Debra’s voice carried a lot better than her manager. Sam was cringing and just wished they would hurry up and let her past. She tapped her foot impatiently and looked around, there were a lot of people watching and it made her feel like she was shrinking even further. Just as Sam thought she might collapse into a ball from embarrassment she heard Debra return. “Sam, I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Debra walked around the desk and came down to Sam’s level again. “Bad news?” Sam repeated with a frown. “Yeah, there’s a new policy that just came into force recently.” Debra continued, “I’m afraid we have a height restriction now. For safety we can’t allow anyone of your stature on the flight alone. You would need to be accompanied.” “W-What!?” Sam exclaimed as she felt dread flooding her. “I’m afraid there is nothing we can do.” Debra patted Sam on the head as she stood up and went behind the desk again. “What am I meant to do!?” Sam shouted hysterically, “I don’t know anyone here! I don’t have the money for another ticket!” “I’m sorry.” Debra leaned over to speak to Sam, “Perhaps you could speak to the embassy or call an adult to accompany you. If you speak to customer service you may be able to get a refund but it will take a couple of weeks to process.” “I am an adult!” Sam stomped her foot in frustration. “Next please!” Debra called out. Sam stuttered and spluttered as she was forced aside and the next people went forwards to the desk. They were almost immediately waved through. Sam felt dizzy, she was stuck in a strange place and her nice trip had quickly turned into a nightmare. She didn’t know where the American embassy was and it was already getting late, it would almost certainly be closed. Her eyes were watering and she was starting to sniffle as she dejectedly walked away from the desk. The idea of calling someone and begging for help made Sam feel sick. She had always tried to be more of an adult than everyone else, she was always responsible and amongst her group of friends she was seen as the “mom” despite her size. She just knew she would burst into tears as well, her emotions were going haywire as she walked towards the phone. More than once she had to jump out of the way of a businessman hurrying along and not looking down at where she was. “Out of the way, little girl!” One particularly rude man yelled after his suitcase nearly knocked Sam on to her rear end. Sam was about to retort when she saw someone she recognised. It seemed so unlikely to know someone over here but the woman walking towards her and reading a leaflet was definitely recognisable. Sam couldn’t place where she had seen her or how she knew her but when she was otherwise lost this was a lifeline she couldn’t let go. Maybe this coincidence was a guardian angel looking out for her. “E-Excuse me…” Sam hurried over to the woman and got her attention. This woman was in a smart suit but she didn’t seem serious enough to be a businesswoman. She looked friendly with her brunette hair tied back in a ponytail and only a light smattering of make-up on her face. She smiled when she saw Sam but unlike the customer assistant at the desk it didn’t seem to be patronising. “Sam? How strange to see you here!” The woman said as she put the leaflet in her pocket. “You… You know me?” Sam asked. She recognised this woman but she didn’t think she would know Sam’s name. “Of course I do.” The woman laughed, “No offence but you aren’t someone that’s easy to forget. You have a rather unique… stature.” “I’m sorry.” Sam frowned, “I recognise you but I’m not sure where from. I don’t remember your name either…” “No need to apologise.” The woman said, “I’m Professor Hughes but you can call me Jess. I took one of your Psychology 101 lectures. If I remember correctly you were a very attentive student.” “Thanks.” Sam had to turn the conversation to her current predicament, “I hate to do this but… I need some help.” “What’s the matter?” Jess asked with concern. Sam explained what had happened and was pleased that Jess looked suitably shocked. It felt like she was a real ally appearing at the exact moment Sam needed. Sam was just so pleased she was there she didn’t really wonder why she happened to be there at that time. “That’s awful!” Jess said when Sam finished telling her the story, “I’m just not sure what I can do…” “If you accompanied me they might let me on the flight.” Sam suggested. She hated the idea of being escorted on to the plane like a small child but if it was her only choice it was one she could live with. “I don’t think that would work.” Jess replied slowly, “We have seats that aren’t near each other. They would know that I don’t know you. I wish I could help I just don’t know how I can…” Sam felt her hopes drop through her stomach. Was the professor going to leave her here alone after all? Jess looked up and towards the window where she could see the plane they were supposed to be getting on. She adjusted her jacket a little and the leaflet she had been reading fell out of her pocket and on to the floor. Sam was naturally closer to the ground and bent down to get it. She looked at it and frowned. The leaflet was entitled “Babe in Arms” and showed a smiling young mother with a small child on her lap. Sam opened it up and found the new rules that Debra had been talking about. The airline’s policy now seemed to be that people under a certain height were not allowed to travel regardless of age. They said it was for “safety reasons” but Sam didn’t really understand it. When Sam looked at the back of the leaflet she saw a possibility to remedy the situation. It would be humiliating to suggest but this was a desperate situation. “I hate to say this…” Sam said as she held up the leaflet, “But we could try this.” “Babe in arms?” Jess frowned, “I’m not sure I understand.” “If we pretend that I’m a child you could take me on board and I could… sit on your lap.” Sam could feel a little bit of her soul dying just for suggesting such a thing. “I don’t know…” Jess pursed her lips. “I’m really desperate here.” Sam was practically on her knees, “It’s my only option.” “What about your passport?” Jess asked, “Won’t they look at it and see you are an adult?” Sam bit her lip. It was undoubtedly a big barrier to getting on to the plane. She really didn’t have an answer to that but she didn’t have anything to lose by trying. “I’ll just have to hope they don’t look too closely.” Sam shrugged, “I know I’m asking a lot from you and if I had another option I would never ask.” Sam held her breath as Jess took a deep breath and looked out towards the plane again. The wait to hear what the professor was going to say was horrible and seemed to stretch into eternity. Sam felt sick from the tension and silent prayed that Jess would take a risk and try to help her. “Alright, I’ll help you.” Jess said finally, “But you need to do whatever I say and if I get my ticket cancelled for trying this you need to pay for a replacement.” “Deal.” Sam said quickly. She didn’t have the money to buy herself a new ticket yet alone Jess but she hoped she wouldn’t need it. If it came to it she could call her parents and though she knew they wouldn’t be at all happy they also wouldn’t want their daughter stranded thousands of miles from home. “Right, well, come with me.” Jess started striding away from the check-in area and towards the plethora of stores that seemed to cater to everything a traveller could ever need.

Forward This is a gentle, and hopefully realistic (for a diaper story) about a sweet DMLB between two friends who want to grow old together while keeping the youthful flame. While there will be domestic discipline, it will not cross into punishment porn or spanking. Just a story about an awkward man who has given up his independence for the chance to be loved and cared for like a toddler. The Question It was right at the cusp of our new relationship when Michelle asked, “So what are you into?” It is the question that every AB/DL fears. Do I tell her the truth, and hope she still accepts me? Or do I brush it off, and hope to broach the subject another day? In truth, it was my fear of answering that specific question that kept me from ever getting married or having many girlfriends. I was just too afraid of the ultimate rejection to even come to the plate. It wasn’t like I was alone, because I had several friends, but none had crossed over into something intimate. And Michelle wasn’t all that different. While the intimacy of our relationship was new, I had known Michelle for a very long time. Long enough to remember when Jessica, her 18-year-old daughter started kindergarten. However, in all those years, Michelle and I hadn’t even slept in the same bedroom. It wasn’t a sudden “When Harry Met Sally,” type of moment that caused us to come together. There were a series of circumstances that pushed us closer. Michelle, after years in a loveless marriage, had finally divorced. Once Jessica graduated from high school, Michelle decided it was time to leave a marriage that had long since died. She and her ex had slept in separate rooms for most of the last fifteen years. I was forced into early retirement due to limited eyesight, not being able to drive, and limited mobility due to leg pain. I was going to have knee surgery, and I needed a place to recover. Michelle took control and decided that I should move in with her, at least temporarily. With her being freshly divorced, and I needed somebody to take care of me, we realized we loved each other dearly and wanted to be together. And the fact is, I needed her much more than she needed me. I bit my lip, which is always a sign of nerves. Michelle looked at me calmly and asked, “What is it? I can tell you’re nervous.” Her voice was calm and reassuring. I started, “It’s, um, uh,” my stammer gets particularly bad when I’m nervous, or flustered. I took a breath and said, “I wear diapers.” In my mind, this could go one of two ways. The first was ultimate acceptance, and even a desire to fully participate in my desires. The second was a complete rejection of everything and leaving me forever. There was no middle ground when I was in little space. Michelle looked confused and asked, ‘You mean like you’re incontinent. That’s ok, my dad had that problem too.” I shook my head and said, “It’s not that. I like to wear diapers.” “What? Why?” “I don’t know. It just kind of makes me comfortable.” “How long have you felt like that?” I answered, “Pretty much all of my life. I always wanted to wear diapers, and when I became an adult, I would buy them and wear them. I pretty much wear them all the time now.” Michelle asked, “Are you wearing one now?” I was and had been diapered most of the time that Michelle and I were ever together. Diapers were my security blanket, and I needed that security when out in public. I nodded, and Michelle said, “Show me.” I got up from the table, pulled down my pants and underwear, and then reveal the plastic pants. I pulled those out discreetly and revealed the top of a Crinklz Aquanaut disposable diaper. She replied, “That’s like a baby’s diaper. Is that what you like?” I could only nod. She then asked, “Do you use them? Do you pee in them?” I nodded and answered. “Yes.” “How about poop?” I blushed and said, “Sometimes, but not very often.” She looked confused and asked, “When was the last time you pooped in your diaper?” I sheepishly answered, “Last Saturday.” “Was it an accident?” “Not really. I usually do that in the toilet.” Our conversation trailed off, and we moved on to other topics. While it wasn’t the clear rejection that I feared, it wasn’t the complete acceptance that I dreamed of. Michelle seemed curious but did not indicate that she liked, or even accepted this part of me. And I took that ambiguity as rejection. In my mind, Michelle didn’t like me wearing diapers. One week later, I was with Michelle again. This was right after I moved in and was just before my surgery. I had moved into my room, and Michelle wanted to take me to dinner. I wasn’t sure what would happen when we got home, and if we would end up sleeping with each other. Since I thought Michelle didn’t like me wearing a diaper, and I feared it would kill the mood, I decided to leave the diaper off. It would be the first time in a while since I had been in public without the benefit of protection, but I didn’t want to upset Michelle. Michelle squeezed around my diaper area. I didn’t realize what she was doing and wondered if it was gentle flirting, but then she said, “You aren’t wearing a diaper?” “Yeah, I decided not to.” There was this awkward pause, and then Michelle asked, “Why? I thought you felt better in diapers.” It was a decisive moment, and my stammer exposed my fear. “I do, but I thought you didn’t like them.” “What gave you that idea?” “Ah- I don’t know. It just felt like you thought it was weird.” “It is weird, but why does that matter?” I didn’t have an answer, so Michelle continued, “Would you feel more comfortable in a diaper?” I didn’t answer, which Michelle took as confirmation, and she said, “Go and put your diaper on, and then we can go out.”

I love to wear a peed up diaper even if it isn't mine I love the feeling of the warmth and get a little kinky to have someone else to pee in it while I am wearing it. anybody feel the same way.

I've been waiting to see @~Brian~'s response. <GRIN>

@Cruiser 03 The scene that shows the diaper is way before he was murdered. so he was not wearing the diaper at the time of death..

Not half that’s 1/4 Z

I thought about holding off on releasing this chapter since I thought I could put more in, but I decided the cliffhanger would be good enough. Also if you are a fan of mental regression, I bet you will enjoy this! Have a great sunday everyone and if you can, any likes and responses are always welcome aka motivation for me! Chapter 9 While sitting on a recliner, Claire looked at the clock on the wall before turning her attention to Chloe, watching and waiting to see what her final decision would be. Chloe was laying down, face first on the mattress, taking a moment to figure out how she everything lead up to this point. 'If this city were to be hit by an asteroid, that would probably bring an improvement to my situation.' It had been over twenty minutes since Daniel and Megan went out into the hallway, giving the two portal littles some time to together and evaluate their decisions. Claire knew that neither choice was ideal for her friend but it was the safest option from being adopted. Another ten more minutes went by while Chloe continued to lay on her stomach while making some obvious gestures with her hands and feet as she would mildly hit the mattress in frustration. The thought of having to wear a diaper again just didn't feel right. While it was nothing more than a undergarment that could protect against accidents, Chloe felt it was a symbol of giving up your very adulthood, at least in the amazon dimension. “Chloe, I understand that this is a very difficult decision and I really don’t want to rush you, but we can’t keep Daniel and Megan waiting too much longer" “I know, I know… I KNOW!...Damn it!…Why does it have to be like this?” Chloe slowly tuned her body over so the was now laying on her back. Her hands were on her face as the dreaded moment was at hand. “Claire, what would you do if you were in my position?” Chloe asked as she stared distantly at the ceiling. “Personally I would decline to do the rugrats program, I know that Daniel and Megan would be disappointed but they would understand. And right after doing that, I would request a cab to bring me to Diamond Central so I can pick up my financial compensation from the hotel incident and then right after, enter the portal which would allow me to go back to my dimension and thus putting an end to this whole ordeal." Claire made it sound so simple, as if the answer was clearer than daylight. “Would you really forsake your sister and consider the possibility that you would never see her again? The idea that your parents would be losing a daughter forever?” Chloe asked as she slowly sat up, wanting to see Claire's expresion. “I would. But I have to consider the number one factor in all of this.” “And what would that be…?” Chloe asked. “In the end, I’m an only child, so I cannot understand the bond that siblings have. So my decision is based on how I personally feel right now. And as cold as it may sound, I would still leave this dimension even if my parents were caught up in this mess and were somehow to end up being adopted. I love them but they would have to face the consequences for their actions. I would not risk having to spend the rest of my life in diapers just so I could have a small chance of saving a family member... Just keep in mind that I'm helping you because the chance of being adopted is still minimal based on our current options. If I were to end up being adopted, I would not want you to try and save me from my infantile fate. In this dimension, second chances are basically a dream." Claire hopped out of her recliner while giving Chloe a serious death stare, letting her know how truly serious this was. “Incredible. You really are incredible Claire. Now I see as to why you have lasted longer than your peers. I don’t think I could give up on my parents if they were held against their will in this crazy ass world. And the same could be said for my incompetent sister…” After slowly getting off the bed, Chloe stood before Claire, with a look of acceptance, and the reality she would soon have to face. “So…You are really going to go through this? Claire asked, making sure that Chloe was one hundred percent committed. “...Ya…It’s just one week. Plus I already have some... Experience going through something like this. It’s far from ideal, but if it can help in saving my sister, it will be worth it, in the end.” Chloe lowered her head as she gave off a half baked smile. “What if you don’t get the result you want, regarding your sister? Just because you are agreeing to be Daniel and Megan’s rental baby, it doesn’t mean that it’s a guarantee that you will be reunited with your sister, let alone being able to bring her back home with you.” “I really don’t want to think about that possibility. At least not right now. I just want to make sure that she is alive and in good health. I need to know that at the bare minimum.” Claire really felt sorry for Chloe. She could see that her family meant alot to her and she was willing to sacrifice her very adulthood to get an answer on her sister. “In that case, I’ll inform Daniel and Megan on your decision. I'm sure they will be overjoyed by your answer.” "Heh, no doubt. That amazon couple get the distinct pleasure of watching me go goo goo ga ga, while I'm pissing in a diaper." As Claire went to open the hotel door, she turned around to see Chloe’s defeated expression. “Chloe, no matter what happens, I just want to let you know that I’m really proud of you. No matter what you may think, I believe that you are a very strong young woman. And I’m so thankful to have met with you. It's a pity that it couldn't be under...Less strenuous circumstances, hehe. And of course I'll do what I can to help. You are not alone in this!” "Claire...Thank you." Chloe lightly smiled while nodding her head while watching Claire exiting the room. 'At least I won't have to worry about going hungry or freezing to death.' Chloe knew that she would most likely be taken care of quite well by the amazon couple. She just didn't want to sacrifice any of her remaining pride in exchange. But that was now out of the question. She just had to play along for the next week and hope she wouldn't lose her sanity while at it. Claire noticed that Daniel and Megan talking to each other near a vending machine that was also close to a emergency exit, her pace slowed down as she got closer to them. ‘Should I have said something about her accident from earlier on? ...NO! She doesn’t need any more stress to pile on. I positive that Daniel will be respectful and courteous to Chloe as he takes care of her as a pseudo baby daughter. However I’m still not entirely sold on Megan. Female amazonians will always end up obeying their maternal instincts at some point. Daniel only needs to keep her in line and prevent her from doing any potential damage to Chloe's mental state. It is so easy to mentally regress a little in this world, I'm somewhat amazed that I have managed to survive for this long.' “Thank you so much for your patience. I hope that the wait wasn’t too bothersome.” Chloe asked as she looked up at the two enormous amazons. “Not at all. Me and the wife were just having a discussion on what foods we should feed to Chloe. I personally believe that she should be allowed to have anything she wants. I want her to enjoy herself while she is staying with us.” Daniel stated before his wife spoke up. “I only partially agree with what my dear Hubby said. As long as Chloe is an obedient daughter and is not throwing a temper tantrum, it will be allowed, but she still should only be nursed with liquids at night. No solid foods whatsoever before her bedtime. And given that she is still a growing little girl, she should only be nursed with formulas that are regulated with the proper nutrients. My breast milk would solve all issues on making sure that she remains healthy, but I understand that mental regression is off the table, so I’ll comply, despite my disagreements on that end.” Megan said as she kept her attention on her husband. ‘Ugh...These two have already come to their own conclusion that Chloe would agree to go along with them. Amazons, they instinctively always have a one-track mind when it comes to littles.' "So Chloe had finally made her choice. It wasn't any easy decision for her, as you may understand. She is an adult from our perspective. And as long as you two hold up on your end of the agreement when it comes to finding her sister, she will go along and live with you for the next week while under your care and supervision. Obviously this isn't the same as adoption, so there have to be boundaries on both sides, so that everyone can come out of this satisfied." Claire held out her hand and awaited for a handshake from both amazons to confirm the arrangement. "We understand, we will both be diligent in following the rules of the rugrats program, but Chloe must also understand that she will be treated like any other adopted little, so while she cannot be mentally regressed, she can still be punished if she proves to be a handful." Daniel shook Claire's hand before Megan did the same. “This is far more exciting than I had anticipated! If you will excuse me, I’m going to happily check up on my baby girl." Megan wasted no time and walked past Claire and was about to reenter the hotel room. “Remember to take things slowly with Chloe. Portal littles can easily be intimated by us!” Daniel told his wife as she entered the room and closed it right after. Claire didn't like how eager Megan appeared. She had seen way to many female amazons allow their maternal instincts get out of hand, which never boded well for the little under their care. “Umm. Daniel? ...Can you please keep your wife in line if she gets a bit…Overzealous?” Claire asked while walking right next to Daniel. “Trust me, she’ll stay in line if I have to remind her. Though I doubt that will actually happen. One of the reasons I married Megan in the first place was for her restraint and ability to think clearly. Chloe should be in good hands as long as she behaves. You do understand that while we will do our best to protect and keep Chloe safe, we are not responsible if she does something that could end up putting herself in danger. She could also still be sent to an orphanage if proves to be a headache for us." Daniel looked down at Claire, making sure that there would be no misunderstandings that could eventually lead to something even more harmful. “While Chloe is brash, I expect her to behave and play a supportive role for you towo. Also please also keep me up to date if anything unexpected happens. If there are any problems with Chloe, I’ll make to remedy any of them since I'm the mediator for this whole thing." “Of course. And when you come to visit and check up on Chloe, you are more than welcome can make yourself home. I don’t want you to feel any bit uncomfortable. I would like my house to be a sort of...Safe haven for you two. ” Claire thanked Daniel for his hospitality, but she had no intention of ignoring the precaution she had with amazons. No matter how nice a amazon was, it still didn't change the fact that they always saw littles as inferior to themselves. 'Oh wow. Megan isn't wasting any time with Chloe. This almost reminds me of when I first met Aisha. She always was so protective of me, even from the get go.' Claire watched silently as Megan held Chloe in her arms, more than thrilled that she would be bringing home a portal little to take care of. Chloe did her best by giving off a fake smile, it was far from ideal but she needed to keep up appearances so that could move forward. “I see, I see! So green weeny is your favorite color? That is one of mommies favorites as well! How about animals? Do you have a personal favorite, Chloe?” Megan slowly cradled Chloe in her arms, not even paying any attention to her husband of Claire. Chloe couldn't help but blush, feeling immensely awkward and slightly humiliated that this would become the norm for the next week. “Ugh…Mine is…Foxes…” Chloe really didn’t know what to say as she blurted out whatever came to her mind. She wasn't remotely ready for the baby treatment, but it was now happening. And she had no recourse in the matter. “Foxy woxies!” That is such a good choice! Mommy now knows what to buy for her baby before we get home! I can’t wait to show you around the house, including your wonderful new nursery. It may not be to your liking but I’m confident that you will grow to enjoy it.” Megan then rubbed her cheek with Chloe’s. Claire knew that in some ways, such maternal passion could be considered wholesome. But she knew that it always ended up with the little losing all their adult privileges. ‘Jesus, this is crazy! This amazon has already dialed up the creepiness to eleven!’ Chloe knew better than act out or respond with a witty reply, so she just remained quiet while Megan continued to bond with her using physical intimacy. “I see that you two have already gotten off to a head start, that is good. It makes me grateful that we were able to meet under such unique circumstances. Perhaps this relationship between the four of us can grow into something more.” Claire shuttered at Daniel's opinion. She assumed that Daniel was talking about becoming better friends but Claire knew that with amazons, that you should always expect the worst, which usually meant the adoption route. “Before we get ahead of ourselves. I need both parties to put their signature on the dotted line. Otherwise this agreement will still be considered invalid.” Claire grabbed the contract off of her work desk and showed it to Daniel. It also caught Megan's attention since Chloe was not officially signed on to the program just yet. “Such a shame, looks like my baby needs to scribble wibble her name before coming home with her family. But I know you can manage that!” Megan left a wet mark on Chloe’s cheek after kissing her on the spot. “...Ya…” Chloe kept to herself as she was slowly placed on the carpet floor and sittin on her butt. Shen then looked up as Daniel signed his signature on the contract, indicating that the amazon couple had officially agreed to the terms. Claire then put her signature on the area where she would be working as the mediator until the week was over. Chloe was about to stand on her feet until Megan lighted tapped her on the butt, grabbing the girl's confused attention. “Since you are about to become mommies whittle daughter, I just wanted to let you know that walking is a huge no no! That’s only for big girls. Crawling will become your new method for mobility unless you are being carried by your loving parents! So can you pretty please show your mommy that you are a good baby girl that can follow our rules?" Chloe couldn't believe what she had heard. It was all so sudden. The idea that she could not walk for the next week seemed inhumane. And now she had to prove to her fake mommy that she was not an adult, even though she actually was so. It felt like a slap on the face, Chloe was about to say something until Claire walked up to her and said something quietly into her ear. “If you are really serious about finding your sister, you have to put up with this. It's all perfectly normal in this dimension. Though if you still wish to decline going through this, it's your last chance.” Chloe could see that Claire was serious as she whispered the response to her. ‘FUCKING HELL! At least I don’t have to actually crawl to sign this…It may only be one week, but I already feel like I’m going to regret this. Tanya, I’m doing this all for you!’ Chloe felt like time was slowing down as she grabbed the pen and began to write her name above the dotted line. It almost felt like she was signing her soul away to the devil. Claire could see Chloe's eyes becoming lifeless as she finished writing her sloppy signature on the paper. It was now official, for the next week, Chloe was to be under the care of an amazonian couple. “Welcome to our family, Chloe!” Megan yelled out before picking the unsuspecting girl up and holding her in a firm yet loving embrace. Daniel watched with a satisfied look, pleased that his wife was approved of having Chloe has her baby girl for the upcoming week. “Glad…To be on…Board.” Chloe spoke in a monotone voice. She knew that she was about to embark on something that was beyond normal. Something she would have never even considered once she arrived in this amazon dimension. “Before we go, can you please call us by our appropriate names from now on? Megan asked as she looked at Chloe with a more serious expression. Chloe didn't seem to get the full hint until she gave a hint. “What do babies call their parents? If you don’t know. I can provide a clue if you want?” Megan playfully squeezed both of Chloe’s cheeks as she waited for an answer. Chloe remembered her horrible time with Mia and the word she was forced to call the giant, back at the hotel she was staying at. The answer was now apparent, but Chloe still couldn’t believe that she would have to resort to saying that word again. “Mo…Mommy?” Chloe whispered the word while keeping her head down. “I’m so sorry, baby, can you please say that a little bit louder so all of us can hear it?” Megan asked as she smiled with utter glee. “...Mommy!” Chloe felt her cheeks burn with shame. “That’s right, mommy is so proud of you. Now how about my husband? Can you call him by his appropriate name?” Chloe knew that there was no getting out of this, so she took a deep breath and hoped it would be sufficient. She didn't have to believe it, just play pretend. This was all temporary. “Daddy!” Despite her words being shallow, it still too awkward to hide how uncomfortable she felt. Claire could see that Chloe was going to have a rough time at playing the role of an unofficially adopted little. "Thank you Chloe, this is certainly tough on you but I promise that you will slowly warm up to us and as you do, we will also do our part in finding your sister. And then perhaps we can reunite you two once more." Daniel could see that his wife was growing more attached to Chloe by the second as she placed the girl over her shoulder and began to slowly pat her butt. "There There...There there...You are not alone in this. Your mommy and daddy will make sure that you are well taken care of. You don't have to worry about anything anymore." Megan felt a sense of overwhelming joy that she couldn't' describe. Something that surpassed her expectations. Her maternal instincts were in full gear. 'Any portal little that has been here long enough has seen this behavior. It's the worst case scenario for anyone looking to hold onto their independence.' Claire had seen many of her co-workers fired and then carried the same way right before they were escorted out of the building, for the most part, never to be seen again. “I know this is difficult, but you have made your mommy very proud. If you ever want to call me mama or daddy, dada, that is also welcome. But you must refrain from calling us by our real names. Otherwise that could lead to a form of punishment and that is something we both don’t want!” Megan then kissed Chloe on the lips as she escorted the defeated girl out of the room. Claire knew that the next time she would be seeing Chloe again, would be in her new nursery where she would be interviewing the poor girl and checking on her mental state. “Tomorrow is Monday, which means on Tuesday you will be coming over to check on Chloe, is that correct? Daniel asked as he headed for the front door. “Yes, that is the plan.” Claire felt immensely guilty even though Chloe was the one that made decided to go through the program. “In that case, I’ll be looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday. I promise that I should be able to attain some sort of information regarding Chloe’s sister before then.” As Claire went to shake Daniel’s hand for more time, the amazon instead gently patted her on the head, like a child. “You stay focused at your meeting. And if things get to overwhelming out there, just call us and we will pick you up and make sure to keep you safe as well.” "Ugh...Ya..Thanks...." Claire wasn't sure if Daniel was trying be friendly and his words were taken out of context or if he had more ulterior motives at play. ‘Even though I was prepared for this, I still feel sick to my stomach. Just watching Chloe being casually taken away like so many other portal littles, the only exception is that she at least is legally protected from being adopted…For now. There are loopholes that could potentially change the contract which could lead up to adoption, but that would require Chloe to do something incredibly stupid like assaulting someone out in the open. Based on her time at the hotel, she should be fine...I think... Daniel is for the most part, trustworthy. But I didn’t like how Megan tried to force Chloe to crawl on all fours. It’s not illegal for adopted littles to walk on their feet, so I assumed that she would be a more relaxed amazon, especially since Daniel is married to her.’ Claire noticed that all of Chloe’s belongings were still in her room, she knew that they would be useless until she went back to her dimension. Claire decided to keep her things safe inside a small closest within her room. Right now she had to focus on her upcoming meeting at Angels Aspiration. Tracy would soon arrive to pick her up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘So this is how it’s going to be… I still can’t believe I agreed to this. I must be losing my literal fucking mind!’ Chloe didn’t move an inch while laying her head on Megan’s shoulder. The amazon couple were talk to each other, as they discussed their plans for the upcoming week. Chloe knew that she was to be the central focus of their bizarro world. “I’m just saying Megan, I have an obligation to start my research on Chloe’s little sister as soon as we get home. And it won't be an issue. My work computer in the mancave will be more than enough." “Isn’t that a violation if you are using the company's computer while not on the job? I don’t want you getting yourself into any unnecessary trouble.” Megan replied as she rubbed Chloe’s back with her enormous left hand. while the trio were descending the elevator. “It’s alright, everyone in the council uses it for personal use at times so unless I'm trying to buy and sale hard drugs, there won't be an issue. Though there is the possibility that I will not be able to gather all the information on Chloe's sister...Tanya I believe her name was. If I can't get all the information on her with my computer, you know very well that I will be able to at headquarters." “How long would that take?” Chloe couldn't help but to interject in the conversation. Anything related to her sister was of immense importance to her. “The ideal situation would actually be by tonight. I'll be able to see if she is still with the tour program, exited our dimension, adopted, or has just gone missing. Hopefully it’s not the latter, because that would make things even more difficult. However if she is still on the tour or has been adopted, I should be able to pinpoint her location by tomorrow. Which means by Wednesday at the earliest, I could try to reunite you two. That’s as long as there are no unforeseen circumstances.” Daniel stated as the elevator door opened allowing the trio to exit. "What happens if she had left this dimension? Chloe asked. "That means that she successfully made it back to her dimension without any issues. I bet you would prefer that result, wouldn't' you?" Daniel smiled, hoping to cheer Chloe up. "That would be great. Which would mean that I would have the chance to punch her right in the face when I get back...Putting me through all this unnecessary trouble!" Chloe clinched her fists at the very thought. While she would be more than thrilled that her sister had only visited this dimension, she would be equally as pissed by everything she had gone through to try and find her. Megan decided to change the subject, not wanting Chloe to get overly excited about something that could potentially end in disappointment. “But what about your assignments with the council regarding the grievances with the taxes and housing projects? How are you going to fit your busy schedule with finding her sister? Megan didn’t seem to have the same drive and passion that Daniel had when it came to Chloe's sister. She was perfectly content with the portal little that was laying on her shoulder. “It’s not like I’m constantly working on projects for the city. I’ll have plenty of free-time to do a search on Diamond Tours guest list. While it is restricted to the general public, for members of the government such as myself, it will be as easy as breathing.” Chloe felt relieved that Daniel was already thinking about the options he had in finding Tayna. But then Megan spoke up which only made Chloe realize what she was in for. “THAT’S RIGHT! I almost forgot!” Megan looked down at Chloe with a worried look, as if she had forgotten something very important. “Something wrong dear?” Daniel asked. “We need to get Chloe properly protected! She could have an accident at any moment and we don't have anything that could clean up such a mess!" "Ugh...Mommy, I'm perfectly potty trained. That will never be an issue." Chloe was irritated at Megan for saying such a thing. It felt like an excuse to put her in a diaper as quickly as possible. Amazons seemed to be incapable of understanding that littles could refrain from having accidents. Or perhaps they just didn't' care. As Megan looked around for a restroom, Daniel decided to intervene on behalf of Chloe's sake. “Honey dear, how about we take our chances and let our daughter come home with us with what she is already wearing. I trust that she can hold it in until we get back.” Daniel placed his arm on Megan’s shoulder before winking at Chloe, letting her know that he was on her side for this specific issue. "But Chloe is just a baby! What if she has an accident while we are the road? Are you going to take responsibility and clean up after her? I would feel so much more comfortable if we put her in a diaper before heading out." Chloe couldn't believe what Megan was saying. ‘For fucks sake. She knows very well that I can walk, talk, and am VERY self dependent! Do all female amazons lose common sense once once they find a little they like?' Chloe could only express herself through her inner thoughts. Saying anything out loud would only incide more issues. But after arguing with Daniel for another minute, Megan finally gave in to her husband. “I'll put my trust in you, Daniel. And just so we are clear, once we bring Chloe home with us, she will be staying in diapers full-time! And that is not something we will ever negotiate on!" "I know, I know! Haha. The way you act so serious at times is really amusing. But I'm doing this for you Megan. You wanted to see if adopting a portal little would be something you would be interested in. My first impressions would be that you are content with Chloe, is that right?" Daniel asked. "For now at least. Once we get our daughter settled in, then you can ask me afterwards...Now Chloe, when we get back home, I'm planning on giving you a nice warm bath before fully settling in. Isn't that just exciting! Your very first bath time with mommy!" "Oh...Ya...Just great...I can barely contain myself" Chloe replied in a very sarcastic tone. Chloe remembered how uncomfortable she felt when she was forcefully bathed by Mia and her feelings on the matter had not changed since the incident. It maybe a different amazon, but the result would almost still be the same. "I hope you two bond really well over the next week. It maybe not be permanent but I think this is a good opportunity, especially for you Chloe. I know our world may seem a bit strange compared to how you littles normally live in your dimension, but I want you to keep an open mind and allow your mother to show you around the city and perhaps you will learn understand how ways and maybe even enjoy some of them." Daniel pulled out his car keys and unlocked the doors to his car "As long as it doesn't have to revolve around anything...Childish, I may give it a chance." Megan pinched Chloe's cheek, not taking what she said at face value. 'Who am I kidding, this is going to be a shit-show. I'm basically going to be a adult, living as a damn baby for the whole week. I can't see how anything positive can come from this.' Chloe looked up at the sky and noticed that it was overcast and could possibly rain any moment now. She sighed, feeling like the weather mimicked her feelings. “Before we head home, can we stop at Super stuffies? I want to get a welcoming gift to our new baby girl.” Megan asked. “Sure, it’s on the way, so no problem there.” Chloe watched as she was placed into a booster seat in the back of the vehicle. She did notice that the vehicle looked more detailed on the inside and the material gave off a more luxurious vibe. It indicated to Chloe that Daniel and Megan were most likely well off, in the financial aspect. It wasn't much, but it did make her feel somewhat relieved that she wasn't going to be staying somewhere that didn't have suitable living arrangements. "I cannot wait to show you your new nursery. We had just finished putting everything together a few days ago. We also made sure that it would have everything that a little like you could ever possibly need. The nursery is fully furnished with only the highest quality of materials. First impressions are very important, and I know that you are giddy with joy, aren't you? Yes she is! Yes she is!" Chloe continued to hide her disgust had Megan tickled her on the sides while using baby talk on her. After being buckled into her booster seat, Megan lifted her shirt and playfully kissed Chloe on her belly button. Chloe knew she was in for a long week. It was already apparent that Megan was not going to waste any opportunity in showing her just how the average little lived in this world. 'Maybe if II play this smart enough, perhaps I can request to spend some time with Daniel. At least he doesn't appear to be constantly fixated on babying me throughout this whole crazy ordeal. Maybe he will actually let me walk on my own damn two feet!' Chloe faked a giggling noise as she hoped it would convince the baby obsessed amazon to quit smothering her with physical affection. Thankfully it appeared to do so as she finally lowered Chloe's shirt back down. “Oh ya, Megan dear, speaking of welcoming gifts, didn’t you get a soother at the Babies bounty store? Isn’t it still in the glove box?” Daniel asked as he was about to start the vehicle. “Thank you so much for reminding me! I can't believe I actually nearly forgot about that!” Megan opened the glove box and took out a plastic package which she immediately opened up, revealing a pink pacifier that was shaped like a sunflower. Chloe felt her body grow cold as she saw the contraption. It reminded her of what Mia did to her mental state. She had to say something before the inevitable. “WAIT! PLEASE WAIT! That…Thing…It doesn’t have anything that can mess with my mind…Does it!?” Chloe asked as Megan slowly brought the soother towards her mouth. “Of course not. We understand that we need to keep your whittle cute brainy brain all normy norm norm!” Megan didn't waste any time in pressing the rubber nipple right up against her lips. Chloe looked horrified as the rubber teat made it's way passed her teeth until it was right inside her mouth. As if it were a natural muscle reflex, Chloe began to suckle on the soother, much to her dismay. At first she assumed that her mind was being regressed and she had been tricked, but she soon came to realize that the stress she was under was the culprit behind her mouth's movements. Chloe hated the whimpering noises she was making, it did nothing to help in her predicament, but it did let Daniel know that she was not entirely comfortable with her predicament. "I know I know, you want to hurry home and try out your new toys and see your new nursery, but you need to have some patience my daughter. All good things come to the ones that wait!" Megan seemed to believe that Chloe was getting impatient, which only made Chloe feel even more irritated. 'Either she's so thick headed or she's just screwing with me. Either way, I don't think I'll be able to hold a genuine conversation with this Megan person. Claire was right, the amazon maternal instinct is beyond fucked up.' “Now Chloe, if you need to go potty, please let your mommy know and we will stop at the nearest convenience store so we can buy you some disposable diapers to wear, if you cannot hold it in before we reach the house, okay?" As Megan playfully patted her private area. The act made Chloe feel slightly violated and even more angry. Thankfully the pacifier muffled some of the harsh words that she wanted to say. Daniel could see the friction that Megan was unknowingly causing and he decided to intervene. “Megan dear, perhaps you are getting a bit too intimate with Chloe. Keep in mind that this is only her first day. We need to take this slowly and help her adjust. The goal is to make sure that she is having a pleasant time, not the exact opposite." “What do you mean? My whittle Chloe loves being pampered by her new mommy, yes she does!... Besides, she is a portal little, their kind requires constant care and guidance. It’s our job to help and develop them into the most precious bundles of joy! By this time next week, I'll bet that Chloe will be begging to stay with us on a full-time basis!” ‘God damn, hell no I won't!' Deciding that she heard enough verbal garbage from Megan, Chloe did the only thing she could think of at the moment and cross her arms together and close her eyes and hopefully get some shut eye. She knew that being asleep would certainly help the day go faster and it would refrain herself from saying or doing anything foolish. * * * * * * * * * * * ‘Looks like Tracy has arrived…Time to go and get this over with.’ Claire made sure she had all of her physical documents with her as she opened her hotel door to see Tracy standing right in front of her. “Heya Chloe, you look rather serious. Almost like you are about to enter some sort of battlefield, hehe.” “Tracy…You really have no idea.” Claire handed Tracy the documents that they would both be presenting today in front of a group of amazons that held an uncomfortable amount of power and influence in the city. “Oh ya, just to let you know, Ms Colbatz has one of her drivers come to escort us to the school, Isn't that just sweet of her?" "I guarantee that their will be some sort of catch to this. We have never had a personal escort before. This is gonna be a long trip, isn't it?" After exiting the elevator, Tracy slightly messed with Claire's hair as they walked towards the buildings entrance. "You are really the glass is half empty type of person, aren't ya?" "I'm the only little that will be at the meeting, surrounded by a group of unknown yet vastly powerful and wealthy amazons. That doesn't really sound like the ideal predicament." Claire replied. "You should take it easy, I very much doubt that all the amazons at the meeting will be interested in adopting you, haha." "All it takes is one very feisty amazon to ruin my day. Keep that in mind!" "I understand little miss grumpy pants! I'll protect ya by acting as your surrogate mommy, that way you can focus on your upcoming presentation and won't have to be distracted!" Tracy said in a half jokingly manner. "As long as you can make sure that they keep their hands to themselves, you can call yourself whatever. I'm sure they already have detailed information on us, anyway." "Is that how you and Aisha have been handling your relationship?" Tracy asked. "It's a friendship, not a relationship... Aisha has improved at keeping her hands to herself and in return, I allow her to carry me around the office building. It's a great way to avoid any drama whenever Diamond Tours decides to hire on new employees that believe that I'm an easy target. " "So you don't even let her dress, bathe, or even change you?" Tracy questioned while looking a somewhat shocked. "Never, and before you say anything, Aisha is perfectly content with that." Claire knew that she was taking advantage of Aisha, but it was for her own personal safety. A portal little walking around the building all by themselves was just a open invitation for a amazon to get up close and personal with a portal little co-worker. "Poor Aisha, I bet her maternal instincts are wrecking her on the inside. Claire, you really should allow Aisha to at least nurse you with a bottle at some point. Give her an award for how she is restaining herself!" "Aisha's is happy when I'm happy, so that's all that is required... Though starting tonight I'm actually going to sleeping on her stomach due to a agreement we made regarding another deal that is currently going on. I'm not looking forward to it, but I've put up with it before." "OH, so you will be bonding with Aisha through that method? That level of intimacy is always so adorable. I bet you will be sleeping quite well tonight! As for Aisha, I wonder if she will be able to restrain herself" "I trust Aisha to do the right thing. It's how we have always....coexisted together." Claire took a moment to think about Aisha and knew that there were moments where she would lose herself and start coddle her in ways that went past the line of comfort. Claire had more faith in Aisha than any other amazon but it didn't change the fact that she was still...A amazon. 'I wonder what Chloe is thinking right now? From what I've heard, the first day is always the hardest. Having to adjust to being cared for by someone around the clock while wearing infantile clothing, I don't envy her.' Claire noticed a large limousine-like vehicle along with a short haired woman in a suit and glasses standing right beside the vehicle. It was apparent that the amazon woman was awaiting for the two of them. "Sweet! A limo! We get to ride in style, watcha think, Claire?" Tracy was obviously more thrilled than Claire about the idea of a chauffeur taking care of their needs before arriving at the etiquette school. Claire remained silent, as she looked up at the unknown amazon. Being driven around was nothing new for Claire, it was something she had to deal with on a daily basis since no little was allowed to drive and even if they could, their was no vehicle made for their kind. “Hello, My name is Yelena, I’m one of Ms Colbatz personal security guards. I’ve been assigned to escort the two of you to Angels Aspirations.” The woman talked in a monotone voice and seemed very serious and down to business. Which was usually a good thing for Claire, she wasn't' in the mood for small talk with anyone besides Chloe and her co-workers. "I just want to thank you for the hospitality. It's not often that we are given such first class treatment!" Tracy helped herself into the limo as Yelena held the door open for her. “Our director takes pride in only giving the finest of...Pleasures to our guests." Claire took a few steps back as Yelena took a glance at her before opening the door on the other side. Claire knew what the drill was. She remained quiet as Yelena picked her up and carefully placed her into the booster seat in the back of the vehicle. After being buckled into her seat, Yelena then without warning, removed Claire's shoes from her person. "HEY! What's going on?" "Shoes are not prohibited for littles, even the ones that are our guests. I apologize for the inconvenience, but the school has a very strict dress code, and you two will need to adhere to our guidelines once we arrive." Yelena then closed the side door before placing Claire's shoes in the front seat. "Will you be needing my shoes as well? Tracy asked. "No, you will be fine. This action is strictly for littles. However once you two arrive at the building, you both will be required to wear the uniforms that adhere to our ethics code." Claire felt even more concerned about the abrupt changes that were taking place before her. While she was informed about how the school operated, she was still going in blind. "Was it really necessary to take my shoes off now? You couldn't wait until we arrived?" Claire questioned. "With littles, we have more stricter policies in place. I apologize for the inconvenience." Yelena's tone of voice obviously didn't show any form of remorse, she was just doing her job without question. As the vehicle started, Claire took a moment to be thankful that they didn't ask for her to wear any protection. It gave her hope that the director and the other higher-ups would actually take her seriously during the presentation. "Oh nice, they even have bottled water and ginger ale back here. Claire, do you want any?" Claire quickly declined, she knew that having any liquids while in a moving vehicle was only asking for trouble. While her bladder was strong, it had it's limits. And she didn't want to test that out. "So Claire, are you sure that you don't want to see Sally before I go on paternity leave? I know you two were really good friends and co-workers." Tracy asked as she playfully pulled on Claire's big toe. "As I already told you before, I'll decline. If she wants to live the rest of her life like a baby, that's fine by me, but I wont' let her drag me into it." Claire then brushed off Tracy's attempt at tickling her feet. "Okay okay! I know how much you want to play as a big girl. I'll leave everything to Aisha as she continues to look after you." Claire knew that Tracy was a decent person but she would never go to the home of a amazon. The chances of ending up in a diaper and a crib would only increase several times over. "Tracy, I'm close my eyes for a bit, please wake me once we are there, okay?" "Sure thing, sweetie pie! You rest your whittle noggin!" Claire sighed as Tracy gently patted her head. While it was demeaning, it was a necessary evil to put up with. "OH! And one more thing. If this school tries to do something that is against the regulations of the city, I want you to call your boss and let him know the situation. No institution, even this school is above the law!" Claire slowly closed her eyes as the idle sounds of the vehicle could only be heard. "I know I know! You really worry too much. That's why I wanted you to spend some time with my baby girl and forget all your troubles. Spending a few hours as a baby isn't that bad." Claire ignored Tracy's words. She would not be convinced that diapers, rattles and bottles could ever be considered normal to her. Tracy thought about asking the driver if she had a spare pacifier for Claire but she then quickly dismissed the thought, knowing that Claire would immediately object to it. 'Claire, there is no shame in wanting to live as a baby. Sally embraced her infancy and is happier for it. If you only opened up to Aisha, I bet you would be less stressed and more content with your life if you allowed her to take care of you.' Tracy pulled out her phone and decided to text a few friends to pass the time before the arrived at the school. Before falling fully asleep, Claire knew that once the meeting was over, she was going to take several shots of vodka before calling Daniel and checking up on Chloe. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chloe felt a mild bump which caused her to slowly open her eyes. ‘Huh? Was I asleep? How long was I out for?’ Chloe quickly realized that she was holding onto a stuffed animal in her arms as she continued to lay in the booster seat. Chloe noticed that the stuffed animal was a green fox that was almost the same size as her. ‘Oh wow, she really took my answers to heart and bought something based on my answers.’ Chloe also noticed that the stuffed animal was holding onto a rattle in its right hand, while also having a pacifier in its mouth as well. “Of course the stuffed animal that looks like a baby, what else is new.’ “Oh, looks like our daughter just woke up! How are you feeling Chloe? You slept through most of the car ride. I wanted to wake you up after we arrived at Super Stuffies but you looked so adorable while asleep, we decided to not disturb your nap nap. We are actually almost home. I cannot wait to get you acquainted with your new nursery!” Megan playfully messed with Chloe’s hair for a second while Daniel carefully drove inside a gated housing community and then slowed down as they entered their drive-way. 'I still can't believe this is happening. I'm about to enter a house that is made for these giants...' Chloe listened as as the amazon couple continued their casual conversation, including the downpour of rain. To Chloe, it reminded her of a monsoon season. She wasn't sure if this weather was considered normal in this dimension. ‘The weather report had everything wrong. This rainstorm is something else. It’s a good thing we live on a hill so flooding will never be an issue.” Daniel stated as parked the car in the garage. Chloe watched as the two amazons exited the vehicle before focusing on her. “Are you going straight to work on finding Chloe’s sister? Megan asked while helping Chloe out of her booster seat and carefully placed the girl so her head was resting on the amazons shoulder. “In a moment. I’m going to first get myself a beer and get changed into my usual getup.” Daniel replied “Sweatpants and a plain tank top are so unightly, how can you continue to wear such raggy clothing around the house, especially around our new daughter?" Megan felt that Daniel should be setting an example for their new daughter, even though Chloe really didn't give a damn. She had more important matters on her mind. Daniel simply smirked and gave his wife a wink before heading inside the house. "Megan, how about you focus on our daughter, I'm sure you are going to have your hands full, hehe." He said. ‘I’m not your daughter. This family is as legit as a reality television show.’ Chloe instantly felt her body growing warmer as they entered the house, she looked around the hallway and noticed that the area had a warm ambient fee to it. The lush wooden interior also helped in that aspect. As soon as they entered the living room, the scenery reminded Chloe of a cabin with some aztec features. Either way, Chloe could see that the house was well maintained and that money was far from an issue. “So what do you think Chloe? What’s your first impression of your new home?” Megan asked as she gently removed the pacifier from her mouth, which slightly surprised her. She wasn't expecting to be given the option to speak so freely. “It’s really…Radiant. It reminds me of the luxury homes in colorado that me and my family went to that I went to" Chloe felt awkward as Megan's face was only inches from hers. “Oh…Family. That must have been a very memorable time. Hopefully we can provide something of equal or even greater value for you.” Chloe quietly sighed to herself as Megan then rubbed her cheek with her own. The physical intimacy was something she could never really understand, let alone get used to. “How about we go to mama’s and daddy’s room so we can finally get you settled in.” Chloe just nodded her head in agreement. While Megan didn’t give off the same creepy vibe that Mia and Victoria had, she still wasn’t comfortable being around a amazon that only saw her as an infant that needed to be constantly cared for. “So tell me Chloe, have you ever been in any commercials back in your world? Chloe thought Megan's question seemed a bit odd as she being carried into master bedroom. Chloe took a quick glimpse that down the hall to see a bright pink door that stood out from the rest of the house. ‘It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what is in there.’ Chloe didn't want to imagine what was in that room, but she knew that it was going to be in her near future. She then decided to answer Megan's question, wondering if it was going to lead to something. “Oh…No, I haven't been in any commercials. The closest I’ve come to appearing on television was when the local news station interviewed me after I purchased something at an electronic store on black friday.” Chloe looked around the master bedroom that her pseudo parents would be staying in. Besides the obvious difference in size, there wasn't anything that remarkably stood out. It was clean, sleek looking, with all the appropriate dressers and lighting fixtures. Chloe did notice that the mattress that she was just placed on, was double the size of the one at the hotel she was staying at. “I see, have you ever been interested in appearing in any commercials or a television show?” Megan asked as she began to remove Chloe’s shoes, which let the smaller girl know what was about to happen next. 'Yet again...I'm about to be stripped of all my adult clothes... My dignity... This is so wrong.' Chloe kept her true thoughts to herself while answering Megan's question. “When I was younger, I pretended that I was a member of a secret ninja group that went around the world saving the innocent villagers from big evil government. It was a cartoon show that I watched every morning before going to elementary school. Eventually my interests in the show faded along with the idea of being on television.” Chloe had a hard time trying to keep her composure as Megan removed both her shirt and pants. Leaving just her bra, panties, and sock on her person. “Well you are in luck, you may not believe it but your mommy works in marketing and she has some very good connections with some major media networks. I promise before your time with us is over, I’m going to put you into a commercial or even cameo in a sitcom or something similar. How does that sound?” Chloe didn't respond as her bra was just removed, leaving her breasts to be exposed before the giant that now called herself mommy. "I...Don't know..." Chloe wasn't in the mood to chat about something so trivial while she was being stripped naked. After her socks and panties were removed. Chloe lowered her head while covering trying to cover her privates with her hands. "Perhaps we will look more into it as the week progresses and you grow more comfortable with your new life with us." Megan casually threw Chloe's old clothes in the hamper. "Keep in mind, this is only for a week and not for anything longer than that." Chloe wanted to make sure that Megan was constantly reminded that she wasn't allowing herself to be adopted. This was only the means to a certain end. However Megan seemed to be ignoring Chloe's response as she began to undress herself. "I doubt we will be going anywhere else today, especially with how the weather is. Hopefully tomorrow it will vastly improve. There is a park that I want to take you too." Chloe was now getting really uncomfortable as her new mommy was now only in just her underwear. She originally thought that she was going to get herself dressed into something comfortable, but she didn't appear to be looking for any other article of clothing to put on herself. “Ugh…Mo…Ugh…Mommy? Why are you …Naked? Aren't' you going to get dressed?” The only response Chloe received was yet another hug as her face was smothered by the enormous breasts of the amazonian. "This is how mommy normally dresses while inside our home. I've always disliked how restrictive most clothes feel on me but I put up with it since it's obviously the law. I'm definitely not going to walk around the city in just my underwear as that would be not only indecent but quite embarrassing as well. But while I'm inside my house, I can do whatever I feel is most comfortable!" "And...Dan...Daddy is okay with this? He doesn't have any problem with this?" Chloe was surprised at the warmth of Megan's body. It was as if her body was a living breathing heater and keeping her small exposed body from getting cold. “I'm not blind Chloe, I can clearly see that you are not cozy with the idea, but give it some time and you will adapt to this scenery. It was the same with your daddy, it took him a while to get used to seeing me walk around the house while my breasts were hanging out for all to see. Especially after we first moved in together, his reaction was beyond priceless! haha...Though I'm not going to force you to only be in just your diaper while around the house. If you wish to wear some form of clothing over it, that will be allowed. Afterall, our home is now your home." "Ugh...Okay...Thanks..." Chloe was relieved that she was not going to be forced to have her breasts exposed to any unexpected guests while staying at the amazonian house. While she took pride in her figure, she wasn't about to flaunt her body for everyone to see. The the one thing she wished she could change but knew she couldn't, was the whole diaper situation. For one she had no lingering bladder issues and two, she found the idea of wearing them to be revolting. "Alrighty, let's get you ready for bath time! I bought you some toys to play while you are being bathed, doesn't that sound fun?" "I actually had a shower this morning, so I don't think I really need..." "Yes you do!" Megan playfully tapped on Chloe's noise, as she took over the conversation. "A bath is far relaxing, especially if you have someone to look after and bathe you as well. But the toys will provide a fun new experience, you get to let out your inner child and not have to worry about anything anymore!" "...Ugh...Ya...If you...Say so..." Chloe had no intention of playing with any dumb bath toys. That was something she hadn't done since she was a toddler while sharing the same bathtub with her younger sister, Tanya. 'Now I have to act like an obedient little girl that is incapable of bathing, dressing, or even feeding myself. Even though Megan knows that I can do that, she still blindly ignores that very fact. It's so stupid!' Chloe quickly felt her face flushing even more so as Daniel appeared in the hallway before the two of them could reach the bathroom. Chloe instinctively pressed her face against Megan's chest which brought a smile to the amazons face. While Chloe was uncomfortable being naked around a unknown giant, at least she was a female like herself, though with Daniel, that was a different story. “Looks like you two are getting well acquainted. I couldn't ask for more. So I take it that you are getting Chloe ready for her bath?" Daniel asked as he stretched his arms out while wearing his grey sweatpants and his tattered white tank top. "Exactly. Chloe is a bit on the shy side. I explained to her as to why I dress this way. She seems to be understanding, but like with all things, it will take time for her to grow comfortable with her surroundings." Chloe bit her lip as Megan rubbed her hand on her bare butt. She just wanted to get this over with and finally get some answers about her sister. “I would still appreciate it if you would go out and buy some new clothes, even if they are sweat pants and a tank top, at least they would look new and not something you would find on a bum living under a bridge." "Sorry Megan deary, no can do. I've had these old relics same my college days. The sentimental value is priceless.” Daniel responded with a chuckle. 'For fucks sake, enough with the small talk, I'm tired of having my bare ass being held like this!' Chloe didn't even attempt to look at Daniel. She did her best to zone out while the amazon couple continued to converse. “So, I'm guessing that you going down into your mancave very soon so you could look up the information on Chloe's sister? Megan inquired. “Exactly. I’ve already got my six pack of beer down there waiting for me, haha.” “Isn’t that wonderful news Chloe. What do we say to dada? Chloe winced as she was now forced to say something. She was now the center of attention. Which meant that she would have to turn her head slightly and look directly into Daniel's face while in just her birthday suit. “Tha…Thanks…Da…Daddy.” Chloe quickly lowered her head after saying the juvenile line. Thankfully it was a good enough response to keep her from saying anything else. “No problem princess, I’ll be back in a bit and hopefully I'll have some good news for you!” Daniel lightly kissed Chloe on her forehead before exiting the area and leaving the two of them alone. Chloe was grateful the exchange was over but knew that the next week was going to be far from normal. As Megan entered the bathroom, Chloe turned her head to see if their was any noticeable difference besides the height. “A nice warm bath will help alleviate the tension and worries throughout your small body. Once we are finished, you will feel practically like a new person!” Chloe didn't respond as Megan turned the faucet on, allowing the water to flow into the tub. ‘No matter what I say or what I do, this is going to happen. There is no escape.’ This is my reality right now.' Megan lowered Chloe so she was now sitting on the toilet, thankfully the seat cover was down. Chloe noticed that her entire body could easily fit inside the toilet bowl. Such a thought gave her another potential nightmare scenario. “Just hold on for a moment. Mommy is going to put in some bath suds in the tubby. It's important to not only be physically comfortable but mentally as well.” As Megan poured a small box of bath suds in the tub, Chloe sniffed the air and noticed a strong smell that seemed similar to lavender. ‘Wow! Whatever she is using is intense, my muscles feel like they are relaxing on their own and I'm not even in the damn tub!' The windows began to fog up as the moisture in the air became humid. Chloe felt like she could cut it with a nice. 'Strange, my anxiety isn't as bad as it once was...I actually feel rather decent, is this normal?' Before Chloe could investigate any further, Megan picked Chloe up by her hips and placed the naked girl on her chest. “I think we are all set Chloe! The tubby wubby is full enough. I'll let you play with your bath toys before I start cleaning your body.” Megan carefully and slowly placed Chloe down into the bathtub. As soon as her feet hit the water, Chloe let out a small moaning noise, which caused Megan to chuckle. “Looks like my whittle girl wuves her baffy water, yes she does. Yes she does!” Megan thoroughly enjoying seeing Chloe’s expression as her entire body minus her head was submerged into the bath water. Chloe could barely hold herself together as she felt a mixture of confusion and utter relief. ‘Holy crap, I feel utterly amazing! The fuck is in this water? It almost felt like I had an orgasm!” Chloe felt her breathing hastening as she looked around and noticed the vast bubbles and toys that surrounded her. It was almost like a miniature pool for someone of her size. “How…How long…Mo...Mom...Mommy…Will I have…” Chloe tried to put together a coherent sentence but the immense warmth surrounding her body was causing her head to feel foggy. Chloe knew that she wasn't feeling normal but she didn't understand as to why. “It’s okay baby. You don't need to do any talky right now. Just enjoy your toys and embrace your infancy until mommy comes back with the items needed to clean and dry you off. After kissing Chloe on the cheek, Megan exited the bathroom to gather the necessary supplies she needed. Chloe spent the new few minutes swimming in the bathtub. It was far bigger than any hot tub and gave her plenty of room to maneuver about. 'Wow... I feel so incredible...Maybe Me...Mommy was right and a bath was all that I needed to calm down. Perhaps this whole week won't be so bad after all.' Chloe slowly lifted her left foot out of the water as she tried to stand in the water on just her right one. 'Hehe, I can see my toes wiggling!' Chloe took a deep breath as she lowered her foot back into the water. She tried to think about her odd predicament but for whatever reason, her mind kept drawing a blank. It was as if thinking too difficult to process at the moment. Chloe soon became distracted as one of the rubber bath toys hit her shoulder. Her attention quickly turned to the turtle and shark that were nearby. ‘This is so stupid, heh...But for whatever reason, this looks kinda fun...' Chloe smiled as she grabbed the turtle and shark and smashed the rubber toys together before dunking them into the bath water. Chloe then started to make some noises with her mouth while splashing about with the toys in her hands. “Survival of the fittest!” Chloe submerged her head in the water before arising just as quickly. Chloe was completely side-tracked by the toys, not even remotely paying attention to how strangely she was acting. 'Let’s see, I believe that I have everything for Chloe... I have to say, I cannot wait to finally put this nursery to use. I was kinda worried that it would remain empty a while longer if she refused to come along. I'm so glad that she decided to come along. Even though I could have easily adopted a native little at any time, I really prefer to have a portal little to take care of. And right now, I have absolutely no regrets. Chloe is perfect for me and my husband. She is definitely a keeper.' After exiting the nursery, Megan noticed her husband walking into the kitchen to grab something. “You forgot something dear?” “Ya. I can’t have any beer without the usual chips I like. It's the same on how you can't have peanut butter without the jelly!” Daniel said as he grabbed a bag with his left hand. “That’s such a stupid analogy, but that’s why I love you so much.” Megan took a moment to kiss her husband on the lips, showing their deeply connected affection for each other. “So how’s our temporary daughter doing? Is she getting allicimated nicely?” “Yep. I just needed to get a few items from her nursery.I've been waiting for so long to finally put these items to use!” Megan showed Daniel the pink towel in her hand along with the pink bath sponge in the other. “Don’t you think you may have overdone it on the pink? While she is a girl, I think we could have a more diverse options on colors. Especially with her nursery." “I personally believe that I made the correct choice. Besides I think Chloe will look so adorable once I put her into the pink onesie that I bought for her. Though for tonight I’m just going put her only in a diaper. I want her to grow more comfortable with her body, just like how her mommy is!" “What about in the general public?” Daniel asked. “If the weather is nice enough, I'll do the same. She is only a portal little, basically a baby, so there is no harm in having her in just a diaper.” Megan replied. “Keep in mind that she’s only here for a week. This is a test run to see if you are really interested in actually adopting a little." “So far so good. In fact, Chloe may be the one that I would want to keep. She’s so timid and precious. I haven’t felt this way since our real daughter was born. My maternal feelings are telling me to keep Chloe safe and secure. And the only ones that can provide that, are us." “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We have only just started this program with Chloe. We have a full week to see this through. Besides it’s not our decision if we can adopt her. Only she has that option.” Daniel said. “True, but I think we can convince her to stay permanently. She just need a little push in the right direction. I believe the bath suds will do a good job in bringing out Chloe's inner child. “Megan…The bath suds you used, are they the ones made by Blooming Bountiful company?” Daniel began to look worried as he awaited for her wife’s response. “Of course, I thought they would be immensely helpful for Chloe's first day." “What the hell is wrong with you!? Don’t you remember that the bath suds contain certain chemicals that can cause mental regression on littles! Why did you not use the standard brand by the Johnson company?” Daniel began to panic at what had just heard. “It will be alright. It’s just a very mild form of regression. It's not like we are warping her mind to the point that she cannot talk or walk. I want her to get a first-hand feel of what being our baby is like. This felt like the best result without going overboard." “You knowingly used it on her!? Megan, don't you remember!? We are not permitted to mentally regress Chloe even if the effects are very mild. If Claire were to find out what you did, we could face some possible jail time for this! We have to honour and respect the agreement we signed. The rugrats program has some heavy stipulations to it!” Daniel felt his face get even more flushed at how careless his wife was handling things. “Calm down Daniel. We both know that the effects are not permanent. Chloe will be back to her normal self before the day is over. There is nothing nefarious from what I'm doing. In fact it’s quite the opposite. I believe that by slowly regressing Chloe, we can show her a part of herself that she never knew she had. As her parents, we need to do our part and slowly assimulate her into our culture. That way when the week is over, she will have a far greater incentive to stay with us!" “And what if she doesn't agree even after being regressed? Keep in mind that littles can be aware if their minds were manipulated with. Did you not consider the idea that Chloe may despise us after she regains her full mental state?” Daniel asked. “The effects are so mild that it will not be noticeable. That’s why I used it for her sake. Rest assured, we won’t use any stronger forms of mental regression unless Chloe personally requests it. Just leave her to me, that way you focus most of your attention on her sister, okay!” Daniel took a deep breath, he wanted to object but he could see that Megan was very confident in her decision making. “What if Claire requests to bring Chloe to a clinic to do a blood test and see if Chloe was mentally regressed? As a mediator, she the ability to do so! Then we are completely screwed. Even if Chloe returns to normal, the effects of mental regression can still be proven via the blood test. It stays in the system for a whole week. It would be even worse if she was breastfed." “It won’t come to that, just have some faith in me. And if the worst were to happen, you could make some calls and have Claire sent to an adoption centre. With your connections you could easily make that happen.” Megan stated as she left to attend to Chloe. "That is something I intend to avoid at all costs! I have pride in my honesty and integrity…As for this incident… I’ll overlook it for now. and put my faith in you. But deary, please be more careful.” Daniel headed back down to his man cave, not thrilled by what his wife's unexpected play. As Megan walked back into the bathroom, she noticed that Chloe was missing as the bathtub was empty. For just a moment, Megan began to worry that Chloe ran off while she was away. But before she could fully consider the possibility, Chloe immediately came out of the water while keeping her gaze of the rubber toys in her hands. Megan let out a loud sigh of relief. “You can’t escape now! The sharky nation has come to take over!” Megan watched for the next minute as Chloe played with her bath toys. Happy to see her finally invested in something instead of being quiet and unwilling. 'Yes, this is how it should be. Chloe is perfect like this. She should be having fun and carefree of any worries. The life of the average portal little is a sad one. Thankfully Chloe now has the chance to live the in the ideal setting, and I'll do everything I can to provide it for her...I don't see how I can let such a innocent little girl leave our world after seeing how upbeat she is.' Megan began to walk towards Chloe and then took a seat at the side of the tub. Chloe still didn't even notice that she was there. Her attention was completely focused on her bath toys. “Having fun, Chloe?” Megan asked as she began to bathe the portal little with a sponge, starting with her left arm. Chloe looked up to see her temporary mommy doing her job. She looked a bit annoyed, but it mainly because she had interrupted her play time. “...I guess…” Chloe playfully slammed the toys into the bathwater as she allowed Megan to take over and scrub her entire body down. “So who is the sharky nation? Are they bad or are they good guys?” Megan asked as she placed Chloe's wet body on her knees and began to gently scrub rear end and then her upper back. After doing that she slowly placed Chloe back into the tub so she could start on washing her hair. “They are…Umm… From another show I watched as a child. I don’t know why I remembered it so suddenly but it was a personal favourite of mine that I liked to watch after taking a bath.” Chloe seemed confused as she had expected to be completely embarrassed by being bathed by someone over twice her size, but as of now, she felt composed, almost to the point that she wondered if she was dreaming. This almost felt surreal as Megan poured a bucket of water over her head and then applied some shampoo to her hair. As Megan began to massage her scalp, Chloe looked down her her hands, especially her right thumb as she was now getting the urge to suckle on it. Chloe kept left hand over the right, hoping it would be enough to deter her from such awkward feelings. “That’s so wonderful to hear. It’s important to cherish the things that you adored when you were younger. It really helps in furthering your development as a little.” Chloe wasn’t sure what Megan had meant by that but her thoughts were soon interrupted as she was pulled out of the tub and then her entire body was covered within a pink towel. Chloe kept her eyes closed has Megan slowly dried off ever part of her body. “While your hair is really beautiful having hang down to your back, but I think it would look more appropriate if we were to put it into a twin tails look, how does that sound? Perfect for my pretty whittle princess!” Right now, Chloe didn't really care, she was more concerned about her growing urge to suckle on something, she knew it was wrong but her body was telling her that it was perfectly normal. “I don’t know, do whatever you think, mommy…” Chloe was slightly surprised that she casually called Megan her mommy without stuttering it. It sounded so normal like she was used to calling this amazon by that very name, yet she had only know her for less than a day. Chloe wanted to speak up but their was no sense of urgency. Strangely enough, she felt at peace with her surroundings. ‘I feel so liberated, this completely unlike earlier today. But this urge with my thumb...That has to be wrong! There is no way that I would actually want to do that!' Chloe felt her body being lifted in the air as another warm dry towel was wrapped around her body and used to replace the prior one. “So who’s ready for a fresh new diapey?” Chloe knew that something was definitely wrong. The idea of wearing a diaper always brought a sense of dread and worry, but as of right now, she didn't even remotely have such feelings. She just wanted to put something in her mouth, to ease her growing frustrations with her misplaced urges. "I'm so glad that you decided to live with us. You have no idea how happy I am, now that you are here, Chloe. You have rekindled feelings that I thought were lost from nearly two decades ago!" Chloe said nothing as Megan pressed her forehead next to her’s, yet another example of physical intimacy that she was unable to comprehend with. * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘Hmm, this is interesting, most interesting. I wasn’t expecting this result... Chloe definitely has an interesting sister. I can see why Diamond Tours has become more strict on their policies. If Chloe were to know all the details about her sister, I wonder how she would react. Either way, I have an obligation to let her know about the current status of Tanya. It's pretty crazy how small our world can be depending on the situation.’ Daniel decided to print out a piece of paper that held detailed information on Tanya. He also wanted his wife to take a look at it at some point. Daniel decided to chug down a whole bottle of beer before heading back upstairs, he was used to dealing with complex situations and always finding a result that could benefit any party, but with the results he got back about Chloe's sister, he was unsure on how about to handle it. 'Honestly, I don't know if this is considered good news or bad news...It's definitely both from my perspective. I will need to be delicate when speaking with Chloe about the results I have aquired. There is still so much more information I need to gather before getting ahead of myself.’ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “So, what do you think of your new nursery? Absolutely adorable, isn’t it? Megan asked as she kissed Chloe on the cheek. Chloe didn’t even notice the smooch as she looked around the very pink colored oriented room. Chloe immediately noticed the larger than normal crib in the corner, a changing table to the side of it, a rocking chair on the opposite corner, a rocking horse right next to it, and finally, even a baby bouncer to top it off. There were several other infantile items, but these were the ones that stood out for Chloe as she tried to come to grips that this would be the room she would be sleeping in for the next week. “It’s very…Pink” Chloe couldn't think of a proper word to come up with that would not end up being a derogatory remark. “I understand that I may have gone overboard on the overall colour theme, but I always loved the color and believed that my adopted baby would as well.” As Chloe was being carried further inside the nursery, she couldn't' believe that everything in this room was all meant for her. It felt like a sick joke. Back in her early teens, she had done some babysitting for her neighbors and even the nursery's were not as decked out as the one she was now residing in. "After I get your diaper on, I think we should both relax on the rocking chair together and enjoy each other's company." Chloe soon found herself laying on a changing table and looking up at the ceiling. The idea that she was about to be put into a diaper didn't set in until the towel that was covering her body was taken off. Chloe felt a small sense of anxiety as she laid bare naked on the padded table. 'Why am I not freaking out over this? I know that this isn't normal but I can't seem to understand my own feelings! I’m about to be put into a freaking diaper!' Damn it! Is there something wrong with me?' Chloe slowly whimpered to herself, hating that she felt so indecisive and unsure on how to handle what was about to come. Megan noticed the mild discomfort coming from Chloe and decided to respond in the only way she could. "Shhh...Shhh, it's going to be just alright. Just let your mommy take care of everything. You are safe and most importantly...Loved." Megan kissed Chloe on her belly button which only made the smaller girl even more confused and her head began to feel even foggier. 'Shit, why does her words feel so comforting? I'm not some dumb baby...And yet this feels so...Normal and also...' Chloe unknowingly put her right thumb into her mouth which ceased any of her internal thoughts. Right now she was too mentally drained to come up with a solution for herself. She just zoned out, letting Megan completely take over. Chloe began to suckle on her thumb as both of her ankles were lifted in the air by Megan's larger than normal hand. That's good Chloe, just forget everything and embrace your mommy's words. I'm am now responsible for your well-being, you don't have to worry about anything anymore. Just enjoy your new life with me and your daddy.” Megan took a bottle of baby powder and gently applied it all over Chloe’s privates. The smell easily reached her nostrils which only made Chloe feel even more out of sorts. 'It's so hard to think...But why?' Chloe kept staring at the pink ceiling, she looked at all the random colorful letters that were spread across the it. She knew what each letter was but didn't understand why they were all scattered about. “Is my whittle princess ready for her fresh new diapey?” Yet again, Chloe could not respond with a reply as she continued to suckle on her thumb vigorously . The only difference now was that Chloe was curling her toes together, as if she was preparing for the inevitable outcome. Chloe could hear some crinkling sounds as Megan took out a random diaper from underneath the changing table and then lowered it underneath her bare bottom. The soft cushioning gave Chloe goosebumps around her body. Megan lightly giggled at how Chloe responded to the disposable material that she was laying on. Before putting the finishing touches on competing the diaper change, Megan had something to say to her temporary daughter. “You are a remarkable little girl, Chloe. I just want to let you know that I’m not blind to your struggles. Finding your sister in this dimension is a really scary task. But you won’t be alone in your fight. You now have a mommy and daddy to support you through this whole ordeal. If we can reunite you two, that would be for the best." Megan didn't say anything about possibly adopting Chloe's sister as well, but she was perfectly fine with adopting the siblings together. It felt like the most wholesome thing that she could possibly do. But before Megan could apply the tapes to Chloe's diaper, Daniel walked in on the two. “Oh, I’m so sorry for bothering you two, I'll come back after you two are finished." "Nonsense, Chloe is your daughter as well. At some point I'm going to allow you to change her as well. So, what do you have to share with us?" Megan asked as she released her grip on the diaper. "I have some news regarding Chloe's sister, Tanya. And I wanted to share the information with you two." Hearing Tanya's name felt like a triggered word, which helped remove the immense brain fog that Chloe was feeling, it helped her regain her presence of mind. “SERIOUSLY!?” Chloe immediately sat up, not caring the slightest that she was fully exposed in front of her temporary father figure. Megan found it adorable how Chloe went from suckling on her thumb to be fully aware and talking normally again in just a split second. 'Mental regression is kinda tricky. The key is to not overdue it.' “Is Tanya safe? Is she alright? Is she even in this dimension?” Chloe had so many questions about her little sister. All she wanted was her to be safe and hopefully no longer in this dimension. “I'll start out with the good news. Tanya is still in our dimension. Thankfully she isn’t missing and from the information I gathered, she seems to be in good health.” Chloe didn't like the idea that she was still in this amazon controlled world, but at least she wasn't injured or even worse, dead. “Then what tour division group is she with? Perhaps we could go see her later today or early tomorrow if need be!” Chloe felt like she found a light at the end of a very dark tunnel and that everything was finally coming together. She would visit one of the hotels that she was staying at and then smack her on the face before giving her the most firmest hug she could do. “Now onto the…Bad news. While your sister is just fine... I have also found out that your sister..." Chloe hated how Daniel was taking his time as if he was being personally effected by this. "What about Tanya? Please tell me!" Chloe stated with a worried tone. "Tanya has been legally adopted...I'm sorry Chloe. It's not what you wanted to hear, but that is where we stand, regarding your sister." Chloe felt like a boulder just fell on her face as she suddenly fell onto her back. The soft cushioning of the changing table helped avoid any minor injuries. 'FUCK ME!' Chloe felt like she had taken one step forward, but was now ten steps back.

Bridget smiled when seeing Dani having the time of her life on the swing she looked absolutely adorable and carefree, but when she came over Bridget asked, "What's wrong Dani do you need your diaper changed?" When the little teenager asked if there was anything she could do to help, Bridget just smiled and said. "oh no sweetie mommy has everything under control, if you want to come back inside I can put on the TV for you, I think I have a DVD collection of the classic Care Bears if you want to watch that?"

Aww what a wonderful mum and a lucky boy. Thanks. Maly.

@AbabeBill I forgot you live in Jersey as well! With @2sail2 And myself. I wonder how many others live in NJ.

He was

Heha, cute. Was wondering when the thicker and more cute diapers would come about. : P Curious to read more. ^^

That would be very good picture if it was a girl wearing it.

Just say no! PS: Is it just me, or does that look badly photoshopped?

No, I wike my wet diaper and if I do mess except smell I wike it too, mommy or daddy would have to chase me down to change me tee hee

Once the meeting was over David headed over to Nancy, "This is your last chance Rogers, I don't care how good you are at your job, I care about perfection and nothing going wrong unless there's a reason for that and with you there are no reasons." "So your blackmailing me?" David took a deep breath, "Either do the mission or find a new job, I don't care at this point." yet that was a lie. Nancy was one of the few who could do this mission due to how focused she was and while her quickness to act was a bad thing but it was also a quality that was needed for this mission... "Fine, whatever, what do I do now?" "The space hub, Gemini." A few days later... Nancy had rarely been to space except for a mission here and there normally she stayed on Earth. It was her preference. She couldn't believe she was going to be working with a Amazon though... Nancy boarded Gemini with a scowl obviously unhappy about her situation, her brown reddish hair was tied up in a smart ponytail, she was wearing a dark blue suit with suspenders and looked the part of a cold harded agent. Her eyes were ice cold blue. "So where's my room for now?" she asked at the desk and was giving a key. "You'll be sharing with Miss Tyrian by the way." "Just fucking great." swore Nancy softly as she made her way to her room and unlocked it. What was it going to look like? Would it be normal or changed for the mission for training purposes. It better not be a nursery...

Mummy! Why do I have to wear pink!? Everyone can see my nappy...

I see London, I see France. I see Elfy's nappy pants.

NEVER, I'm pretty straightforward and to the point.??????? LOL!????

I was driving across the state and needed to poop. I decided I would poop while driving and change at some rest stop. I went on to realized that the rest stops did don't usually have super discreet restrooms so I continued to drive until I was almost to my destination. It turned into wearing for 5 hours. When I had about 15 minutes left of the drive I found a place to stop and I changed out of the diaper, but not before unloading 1 last time. I wound up changing in a field with a nice warm evening breeze behind me. It was a very nice experience

Why should I, We had the best during the '1948-70 period, the best toys the best dresses and dolls, and the best rubber panties for babies and bedwetters; no phoney things like PUL and PEVA AND the best rubber sheets

Our yard is like that. I like to swing or sit and lay in the grass and play with toys. Shirt,diaper and pacifier LOL

Nope, not at all. Much happier being an adult little than an actual infant. This way I get to do all the fun adult things, be intimate with my Daddy, have diaper sex and so much more that I couldn't do if I was actually an infant. I take my current situation as a MASSIVE win!

Actually, I'm jealous of adults who have yards private enough, or whose neighbors live far away enough the they can go out of doors in nothing but a diaper and a T shirt.

Thanksgiving from Melody's perspective. Also, I guess there might be some kind of unresolved issue from the last chapter? ----- Chapter 20 It was getting hard to be a Scrooge these days. Melody liked to think that they were too cool for celebrations and parties and normie holiday stuff. Sitting on their girlfriend's lap, with a glass of limoncello in their hand and full of food, they were willing to admit that they were wrong. There might be something to this whole found-family and friends holiday thing after all. Everyone was gathered in the drawing room, which was crowded with people and furniture both. When the living room had been cleared for the table, Casey and Jane had put as much seating as they could fit in the drawing room. It was a good call, though Melody wished they'd removed the changing table. That had been a fun thing to have Rosa see. The most Melody had been able to make themself say about it was that it wasn't theirs. When Melody had first sat on Rosa's lap a few people had teased them. Leaning against Rosa was comfy, warm, and worth every friendly joke. Besides, Rosa knew that embarrassment was a turn on for them now so – she'd probably just use that against them later. The thought made Melody squirm, which in turn prompted Rosa to wrap her arm around Mel's waist. That was a nice serotonin hit. Melody calmed immediately, laying their head on Rosa's shoulder. "You getting sleepy babe?" Rosa asked quietly. "Naw." Melody shamelessly nuzzled Rosa's shoulder. "This feels good." Rosa made a happy sound and stroked Mel's back. It did feel good, especially now that the diaper was out of the – diaper bag? That analogy worked way too well for Melody's comfort. In any case, it was nice to not have to constantly worry that Rosa would find out every time she touched Melody or leaned against them. There's no way they'd be sitting in her lap if the secret hadn't come out. Casey dropped into the armchair next to Rosa and Melody with a mighty thump. "Hi Mel. Hey Rosa, Casey." "Rosa." She smiled. "You're one of the roommates right?" "Yeah." Casey nodded. "Maryam and I have a bet on what sport you play. Wanna settle it for us?" "Derby." Rosa said with a laugh. "I knew it! In your face Mar!" "Shut up, you only won that because you said it first and I had to pick another one." Maryam walked up behind Casey and sort of loomed there. "Naw, I picked it because those are serious Derby hips on Rosa." "Hey!" Melody glared at Casey. "She's mine." That got a good laugh out of Casey and Maryam, but a kiss on Melody's cheek from Rosa. "That's sweet. Are you jealous, babe?" "I don't like to share." Melody said "Me either." Rosa squeezed Melody tightly. What am I making Rosa do, if not share? Melody asked themself, taking the evening's first stab of guilt to the heart. But, I don't have a choice. Right? "So when's the wedding?" Maryam teased. Melody responded good-naturedly with a single finger. "Speaking of sports." Rosa said, mercifully shifting the topic, "Let me guess Casey, you play literally all of them." "That's not true!" Casey protested. "I don't play cricket." "Only because there isn't a women's team in the area." Maryam leaned on Casey's chair and kissed the top of her head. Melody giggled. "Cricket? That's the ONE sport you don't play? You do everything else, even super obscure stuff like..." "Jai alai?" Rosa completed Melody's question. "Uh actually I do." Casey said bashfully. "No shit?" Maryam came around the side of Casey's chair with a big grin on her face. "Dude there's a Fronton in Newport." "Really? We gotta go!" "Yeah!" Melody giggled helplessly at the himbos and sipped their drink. "You're not sporty, huh Melody?" Maryam asked, taking the laughter with good grace. "Excuse me, I have my L sticker and therefore I sport." Melody said. "But I do e-sports." Maryam looked skeptical. "They're super good at it." Rosa said proudly. "Really?" Maryam said, skepticism fading in favor of curiosity. Melody blushed and shrugged. "I have 5.5k DotA2 MMR. When I'm actually training." "What does that mean?" Casey asked for herself and her girlfriend. "It means they're just below the rank where they stop using ratings and actually count down from the top player in the world." Rosa beamed. "No shit?" Maryam seemed impressed. Apparently being sufficiently competitive outweighed the lack of physical activity. "Yeah. But like, it burns so much time to compete at that level. It's not worth it unless you go pro." "That's super cool." Casey said, Maryam nodding agreement. "Plus it obviously impressed your girlfriend so that's a big plus." Melody chuckled and fiddled with their hair. "Thanks." "I'm convinced." Maryam said with a grin. "You're an official sporty dyke." Melody winced. "I know I dress butch now but can we not do the d-word?" "Sorry!" Maryam said quickly. "I use it for myself and I forget sometimes." "No it's cool." Melody said equally quickly. "I'm not trying to police the word, I just don't want it as a label for me." "Fair play." Maryam nodded. "Hey Maryam." Casey said. "Your drink is empty." "So's yours." Maryam said with a sly smile. "Let's get after it!" Casey hopped up with a terrifying level of energy after the huge meal. She waved to Melody and Rosa as Maryam linked arms with her and dragged her off to the kitchen. "I like your roommates." Rosa said with a chuckle. "Do not go full himbo on me." Melody said, snuggling back into Rosa. "Don't worry, I'm still a nerd. I write code. Beep boop." "Dork." Melody laughed. They sat quietly for a bit. It was heavenly. Melody had never felt so comfortable before. Not in their social life, not with a girlfriend, not even in their own skin. Even the stupid diaper was contributing to the general feeling of goodness. "I know I said this before, but I really love how confidant you are now." Rosa said. "Huh? What brought that on?" "You straight-up confronted Maryam about the label she used. You were nice, but firm. It was great." "Part of that is changing my look. My gender expression." Melody from even two months ago would have gagged on the words gender expression. Melody from two months ago was kind of dumb. "It did you a lot of good." Rosa nodded. "And it's hot." Melody smiled. "Part of it is you." "Really?" Rosa craned her head to look at Melody. "Yeah. You called me handsome. You believed in me. You've been super understanding even with my really weird stuff." "I think you're amazing." Rosa said. She sounded totally sincere. Normally this kind of heart to heart would have Melody squirming or sarcastically quipping. Maybe it was the food baby in their belly or the alcohol, but either way they were just mellow enough to take it at face value. "I really do. You're not just handsome. You're really, kind of scary smart. A hard worker too. You have your own consulting business. I don't know what I'm going to do for work when I get out of school, but you could drop out today and be fine for money. Like, do you even have loans?" "Not anymore." Melody admitted. That was a new development. They'd been close to finishing off their loans, but Veronica's offer to drop rent had been a huge boost to get over the last of their balance. "See? That's awesome." Rosa kissed Melody sweetly, mingling the taste of her brandy with Melody's limoncello. "You know uh, if you did have a hard time after graduation, I'd uh – take care of you." Melody said, finding something interesting on the carpet to stare at. "You want to be my sugar-parent?" Rosa asked, only half-teasing. "I'll be okay, you don't have to do that." "I know you will, but if there was like, a hump to get over. I know from friends that sometimes it's rough right when the payments start coming due." Melody kicked her feet and tunneled her vision in on the carpet pattern. "I would like taking care of you." Rosa's hug was fierce enough to drive the breath out of Melody. "I really appreciate that. I want to take care of you too." "I'd like that." Melody said quietly, cuddling close to Rosa. "Speaking of taking care of people – what's up with your roommate?" "Briana?" "Yeah." Melody sighed. "It is a whole complicated thing. I'm not sure how much I'm even supposed to say, except that Veronica left the changing table out in this room so I guess it's all on the table?" "That's hers?" "Yeah. She uh, is pretty much always wearing diapers. Uses them and stuff." "Like you?" Rosa ventured in a whisper. "No." Melody squirmed. "It's different. I don't... it's a different thing." "I'm sorry if this is the wrong time." Rosa said. "I just don't understand." Melody looked around. Everyone was winding down into quiet conversations in twos, threes, and fours. The super sports duo were nowhere to be seen, probably burning off energy with a barefoot snowball fight or something. They certainly couldn't hear anyone else's conversation, so no one should be able to hear theirs. "I can try to explain." Melody said softly. "What do you want to know?" "Does it turn you on?" Right to the jugular. She really is Jaguar Star. Melody thought ruefully. "Yeah, it does." "Just because it's embarrassing or...?" "I don't – I can't really answer that. It's all mixed up together. But I do uh," Melody buried her face in Rosa's shoulder. Rosa said nothing, just let Melody finish her sentence, or not while stroking Mel's hair. "I use them, sometimes. Uh, just for one thing." That's a thing they'd said to their girlfriend now. It would be super convenient if the ground would open up under them and swallow them up. Or maybe the sun could explode and just erase the whole world. Either one would work. "Hmm." Rosa said. There was a long pause. "I've never done um – watersports stuff?" "We don't have to." Melody said. "We super don't have to if you don't like it." "I didn't say that." Rosa said. "I'm just processing. So what do you like to do with um – another person?" "I don't know." Melody said. "I really don't. It's new for me. This whole thing." "Is there a reason you started wearing them around me, before we talked about any of this?" "Are you mad?" Melody winced. "No, hon, I'm not." Rosa stroked Melody's head. "Caught off guard? Yeah. Not mad. Processing." "There's a reason but it is weird. Like, even weirder than me wearing them." Melody said, hoping Rosa would take the warning. "I want to hear it. I want to be in on the Melody news." "Ugh, okay. Um, there's some backstory." Rosa waited patiently. They both took a sip of their drinks, sat quietly for a bit while Melody worked up their courage. "There was a thing that happened. I kind of got assaulted." Melody shied away from the spicey feeling of that word. Not really assaulted. Not exactly. That's the word that Rosa will need to understand, but it wasn't – couldn't have been assault. They decided not to use the word again. "The day I was here?" "No uh, way earlier and uh, way worse." "Melody." Rosa said, holding her close. "Don't start with that." Melody said. "You'll make me cry and I won't be able to finish." "Okay, okay." Rosa took a deep breath and went back to stroking Melody's hair. "Anyway uh, it was a really hard day. Kinda bad, and things had been bad for a while." Melody sighed. "I uh, sorta passed out when I came home." Rosa made a concerned noise but managed to keep it just to a noise. Melody took a deep breath, pausing before she continued. "Part of the whole bad thing was uh – me finding out that I like wearing – this stuff." Melody said in a whisper. "Veronica is in psych and she volunteered to untangle my crazy head. Part of it is imposing structure around um – when I wear them. Right now it's all the time." Melody let out a big breath with a shudder. "So uh – that's the whole long story. That's why I had them on around you." "This bad thing." Rosa said softly, carefully, "Was with Beatrix?" "Yeah." Melody felt Rosa's whole body tense, and actually heard her teeth grinding. When she spoke, Rosa's voice wasn't angry, which was a relief. Melody wasn't sure they could take angry with all the other scary emotions right now. "I'm so sorry hon." Rosa hugged Melody carefully. "I – I really care about you." "I feel it." Melody said softly, shuddering again. She tucked herself as closely into Rosa as she could. "It's great. It helps." "I think I mostly get it now." Rosa said. "I'm sorry I dredged all that up." "No, it's okay. It actually feels a little better to have told you stuff." "Okay." Rosa held Melody tightly and kissed their forehead. "Look um, if you don't want to do stuff with the diapers, we don't have to. We can just pretend they aren't there. I didn't realize how much was going on." Melody sighed. "I kind-of do though." "You set the pace. Whatever you want, babe." Rosa said. There was another long pause, then a sort of change in the tension in Rosa's body. She felt more relaxed, like the mood was lightening. "Okay, I can't help it, I have to ask." Rosa asked with a mischievous tone. "Does it bother you when I call you babe – or do you like it? Should I call you baby?" "Oh god, what are you doing?" Melody flushed all the way down their neck, burying their face in Rosa's shoulder. "Stop it." "You're that embarrassed?" Rosa giggled. "Which means you're also just about as turned on?" "Rosa you're terrible. Worst girlfriend ever." Melody said, muffled by Rosa's dress. Am I suddenly horny as hell? Do I want Rosa's hand down the front of my diaper? Yes to both things. Is it fair? Obviously not. "I'll let up, for now." Rosa patted Melody's butt, quite deliberately Melody was sure. "But I think if we can tease about it, it'll be okay." "Ugh. Maybe. Okay." Melody peered up at Rosa, squirming at their girlfriend's broad smile. Veronica came striding into the room. She'd left at some point with Jane, Melody remembered, but now she looked upset. Frowning, Melody sat up. "Everyone, I'm very sorry to interrupt your evening, but we have an emergency. Briana is missing." Veronica had her cool and in-control thing going on, but there was an edge to it. She was wound tight, like she might shatter at any moment. "Missing?" Gary stood up, dumping his cookie plate on the floor. "I don't know why, but it looks like she went out her window and off the roof. On purpose. Her footsteps lead away from the house. I need help looking for her." Melody hopped up, swaying as the full extent of their buzzed state made itself known. "Uh, I don't think I can drive right now, but I'll get my coat and start looking." "Thank you Melody." Veronica said gratefully. "I'm sorry to ask this of you all. All of you know something about how Briana is a little different, but most of you don't know the full picture. She is an adult, but isn't thinking like one at the moment. There is a real danger that she could hurt herself, or even – even get too cold in the snow and..." "That's not going to happen." Jane squeezed Veronica's shoulder, already dressed in a thick coat and boots. "I'm good to drive, Ronnie and I will be on the streets and she'll be on her phone. You should all have her number. Text her if you find out anything. Please don't call unless you actually find Briana. We'll be fielding a lot of messages." "Maryam and I will check the arboretum." Casey said. "I found her there once, and I know a couple of other panic-places she goes on campus." "Are you okay to drive?" Gary asked. "It's a seven minute run there." Maryam said, shrugging on a light jacket. "We got this." Seven minutes to run to campus sounded – fast. Thank goodness for sporty girls. Melody thought to themself. "Well I'm sober." Gary said. "I can take one person, I'm here in my pickup." "All yours, G-Man." Suzie said, hopping up from the couch. Suzie's friends were gone, some time during her long conversation with Rosa, Melody realized. Who else wasn't here? Briana's friend was gone too, Tammy or something? Everyone made their way to the living room to pick up their coats and boots. Casey and Maryam were already out the door, running fast. Erin and her girlfriend were the next ones out, Erin's keys jingling in her hand. "Lots of people with cars." Melody said. "Rosa and I can check around the neighborhood." "Thank you Melody." The desperate gratitude in Veronica's voice was hard to hear. As vehicles rumbled to life in the driveway, Melody retrieved a sweater and some leggings for Rosa from her room. Rosa put them on gratefully and they both bundled into coats, hats, and gloves. "Was there anything that gave an idea of why she snuck out?" Melody asked. "Or something besides footprints for a guess where she went?" "I searched her room." Veronica said. "Her phone was still there. She took her stuffed lion, and I'm not sure what else. There weren't any clues that I could see." "Okay, we'll start looking." Melody flashed an encouraging smile at Veronica and headed out the door. Briana's footprints were easy to find. There was a Briana-sized crater in the snow under her window, along with a trail of footprints. Melody followed them down the lawn to the sidewalk, Rosa in tow. At the sidewalk things started to get complicated. Using her phone as a flashlight, Melody tried to identify which of the dozens of imprints in the snow belonged to Briana. Luckily her prints were recent, and her feet very small. "Everyone is really freaked." Rosa said. "Does Briana have some kind of mental issue?" "Yeah uh, there's a lot more going on with her than the diaper thing." Melody said. "Best thing to do is to pretend that there's a six year old missing, because that's about where Bri's head is at." "Oh my god." Rosa froze in place with that revelation, catching back up to Melody with a few jogging steps. "I'm sure we can find her." Rosa said. It was meant to be reassuring, but even the minor uncertainty in that statement made Melody's stomach churn. "We have to. We HAVE to find her." Melody could feel panic building up in her chest. It was pure luck that Briana had decided to walk on the grass for a bit, and even more luck that Melody was able to spot where she'd crossed the street. The other side of the street was a parking lot, and that's where the luck ran out. The 7-11 was still open and there were cars and people coming in and out regularly. A mass of tire tracks and footprints obliterated any trace of Briana's steps. "Briana!" Melody shouted at the top of her lungs. "BRIANA!" Rosa jogged back from inside the convenience store. "She's not in there." "She can't be lost." Melody said frantically. "We have to find her. Please Bri, don't be lost or hurt." "Hey, hon, it's okay, there are tons of people looking for her. We're going to find her." Rosa gripped Melody's shoulders gently. "You don't understand." Melody stared at Rosa with wild eyes. "She was the first person in the house I made friends with. She never judged me, for anything. If it hadn't have been for her I never would have – I would have just stayed in my room – I wouldn't have you." Rosa pulled Melody close. The emotional roller coaster that Melody had been on all evening reached it's peak. They sobbed, hard, into their girlfriend's shoulder. "I love that stupid, ditzy bitch. She's like my little sister." "Oh honey." Rosa held Melody close. "I got you. And you got her. Come on, it's big brain time. Where would Briana go?" "It doesn't make sense. She doesn't have any reason to just ditch. Everyone she knew was at the..." Melody looked up at Rosa. "Tammy. No, not Tammy, T something. Fuckin' T-whatever, Briana's friend." "Tamira I think?" "YES." Melody broke away from Rosa and grabbed her phone. "I'm telling Veronica to call Tamira." "You think she went to visit a friend?" Rosa still sounded confused. "It's a whole thing, she's like a baby a lot of the time. Veronica is literally her mom. Takes care of her just like a mom would. When Veronica is busy or isn't around someone has to babysit her." "Woah. That's uh, where that diaper game ended up?" "What?" Melody blushed. "No uh, it doesn't have to go like that. There's a whole community, it's a thing on the internet. But uh, Briana is extreme." "Veronica is on the phone with the cops but Jane gave me Tamira's number." Melody set it dialing without hesitation. "Hi Tamira. It's Melody from dinner tonight, don't hang up." "Hi Melody, this is a surprise, what's going on?" Tamira sounded a bit put-off by the sudden stranger call. Melody could feel their limbs shaking. "No time for small talk, something crazy happened. Briana is missing." "Missing? What do you mean?" "I mean she snuck out of her room, off the roof, and we don't know if she's freezing to death or what out here." Melody said, panic flooding their tone. Rosa made a calm down motion. It was a good idea, but not one Melody was sure they could make happen. "Oh. OH. So she's really, like really not able to be an adult right now?" Tamira sounded like she got it, maybe. There was more concern in her voice than there had been with Rosa at first. Melody gave thanks that they wouldn't have to explain Briana's mental state again. "You got it. I take it she's not there with you? We can't figure out where she would go." "I don't know where she'd go either. She was supposed to have a big sleepover with Gary. She wouldn't leave the house and miss out on that." "Something was apparently important enough to make her jump off a roof." Melody said, exasperated. "I can't think of what unless. Oh god." "WHAT." Melody barked at the phone. "I think maybe – oh fuck. I think she might have gone to confront Beatrix." Melody stared at their phone like it had become a live snake. "Fucking BEATRIX? Why?" "She uh, asked me to dig up some information on Beatrix for her." Tamira said. "Said she wanted to make things right after what happened at your house. I didn't come up with anything though, just some basic twitter receipts that wouldn't get anyone arrested." "Did you show her Bea's address?" Melody asked, forgetting that they were using Beatrix's nickname in front of their girlfriend. "For like four seconds." Tamira said. "She's probably just trying to find Beatrix on campus somewhere." "No, she can reason better than that, even if it's all through the lens of being a kid. How did she act when you showed her that stuff?" "I don't know, puffed out her chest and got kind of serious I guess?" "Fuck. Okay, that's where she is." "You're sure?" "Yeah." Melody was. They had spent a lot of time with Briana, and it was exactly the kind of thing that big-hearted kid would do. That Briana could memorize an address on the fly didn't surprise them, the kid wasn't dumb. "Hey, Tamira, thanks. I'm going to hang up and call Veronica now." "I'm sorry, I had no idea this would happen." Tamira sounded remorseful, but Melody had no time for any of that touchy-feely crap. "Bye." Melody closed the call. "You seriously think she's at Beatrix's house?" Rosa asked with wide eyes. "Bri's not so good at giving up on stuff." Melody said. "She must really care about you." Rosa smiled. "Where's Beatrix live?" "Too far from here to walk." Melody shook their head. "Briana has to be frozen if she walked that far." As if to underscore Melody's point, snow began to swirl down, carried on a cutting wind. Rosa stood by in supportive concern while Melody dialed Veronica's number. "Melody!" Veronica said in desperation. "You found her?" "I know where she is." Melody said. "Beatrix's house." "What? How? Why?" "Tamira told me that Briana decided she had to fix what happened between me and Bea at the house." Melody tried their best to keep the emotion out of their voice. Veronica needed facts to act on, not their baggage. "She asked Tamira to look up dirt on Bea, or something?" "And she DID?" The fury in Veronica's tone was not something Melody ever wanted to be the target of. "I guess she did. Including Bea's address." Melody sighed. "I'll text it to you so you can put it in Maps. I can't think of anything else that would make Briana climb out a second story window in the snow." "You're right, thank you Melody." Veronica's voice was trembling. "Send me that address as soon as we're off the phone. I'll let you know when I find her." "I'm going to start walking that direction just in case." Melody said. "Maybe she stopped on the way or something. I – I'm not going to let anything happen to her." "I love you, Melody." Veronica said gratefully. "Uh... th-thanks." Melody squirmed. There was not room for another big emotion tonight. "I'm sending you that address. Good luck." The moment they ended the call, Melody's fingers flew across her phone's keyboard. They sighed with relief when the message was marked as sent. "I don't know if you caught that, but I'm going to walk the route in case Briana stopped somewhere or uh, you know, something happened before she could get there. If you need to go home..." "Which way do we go?" Rosa asked. Melody smiled gratefully. "Down Main, we'll turn right at Spruce." Rosa took Melody's hand in a tight grip and strode along at their side. ----- It was so cold. Briana hadn't expected it to be this cold. She really wished she'd been able to grab her coat from the downstairs. Some mittens would be nice too. It'd been a while since she had much feeling in her fingers. Her back was especially bad too. The hoodie had gotten damp when she landed in the snow and now it was covered in ice crystals. She peered at the street sign in front of her. Just one more block to go. Without her phone (dumb!) she had no way to know what time it was. The walk had been long enough that she'd wet twice. Each time had made some nice warmth, but now her diaper was cold and clammy. "B-beatrix had b-better be there." Briana told Alanna through chattering teeth. Alanna was worried about the cold. That made sense, lions were from Africa. Briana tucked the lioness a little further inside her hoodie pocket. Her lioness had additional worries about the lack of a plan for when Briana found Beatrix. "I'll tell her that she has to tell me what she's doing." Briana said, trudging forward into a sudden wind-driven snow flurry. Alanna's only response to THAT was a skeptical snort. "If she doesn't tell me, then I'll challenge her to a duel." Briana declared, patting the hilt of her plastic sword. That answer seemed to satisfy Alanna. The lioness liked duels, she was good at them after all. If only it wasn't such a long journey to get to the duel. Briana slipped on the sidewalk for the tenth or so time, freshly scraping her hands and bruising her knee. Tears sprung immediately to her eyes. She took a moment to cry and collect herself. All around her were cozy houses. Most of them were dark but a few had lights on and lots of cars parked in front of them. Those people had phones. Briana knew they'd probably call her mom if she asked. But then the quest would be a failure, and Melody would be sad forever. Gritting her teeth, Briana climbed to her feet, shivering down her entire body. Alanna was warning her that her fingers had turned blue. "It doesn't matter." Briana said. "I'm a knight. I have to do this." Alanna was worried, but supportive. She always supported Briana, eventually. When Briana finally made it to the house she had to double-check the address. Not because she'd forgotten it, or had trouble reading it, but because she was so disappointed at what she'd found. The house was dark, no cars in the driveway. Of course, Beatrix was evil. Evil people don't host Thanksgiving. They couldn't make a house full of light and laughter and good food. Beatrix had to go somewhere else and leech off those people's happy night. Like a joy-vampire. Briana cursed her stupidity. She stared at the house for a while. It was so sad. Like every year in foster care, or the orphanages. Assuming there even was a Thanksgiving, it was never at home. There wasn't enough love at home to make a Thanksgiving, or a Christmas. Briana always had to go somewhere else. "Now I have a home with love in it." Briana told Alanna. "Melody is part of that home. We have to help them." Briana rose to the full height of her pixie-like frame. Her teeth were chattering constantly now and her body wouldn't stop shivering. She couldn't feel her hands at all. With Melody's face in her mind, Briana drew her sword. It took her a moment to make her hand close around the handle. With some work, she held it aloft. "FOR THE HONOR OF CLOUDLAND!" Briana's voice rang across the driveway. The invocation gave her the strength to approach the house. It looked pretty well locked up, but you never knew. One by one, Briana tried the windows on the house. The third one was the charm. It was a nightmare of sharp ice and physical effort to pull herself up and through the open window. Her arms burned and almost gave out on her. Halfway in, she balanced her belly on the windowsill. She tried to tip gracefully in and fell unceremoniously through. A bedside table came up in her vision way too fast. There was a bright pain in her forehead. Briana's vision was nothing but stars. Time was already a big unknown. However long she lay on the floor, bleeding and crying, Briana wasn't sure. The sheer drafty cold coming through the window was what eventually got her up. It was warmer in the house but cooling off fast. With a grunt, Briana managed to slam the window closed. Something was warm in her diaper. Briana gingerly touched the wound on her head and dizzily tried to take stock. After a few moments, she wished she hadn't. As out of it as she was, the effort of closing the window had pushed a little number two out. "So much for potty training." Briana wanted to cry again, but was too exhausted to do it. At least Alanna had the good graces to not mention the honor problems in failing her potty training. Squishing unpleasantly, Briana explored the house. It looked like several people lived there, but her worries about finding the right room were unfounded. It was super, double obvious which room was Beatrix's. Expensive stuff was all over the place, sitting out to be as on-display as possible. There were a lot of mirrors in the room. The Evil Queen from Snow White had nothing on Beatrix. Melody's nemesis even had a mirror on the ceiling over her bed! Briana limped over to Beatrix's computer. She was ready to try guessing passwords like "Beatrix" or "Beautiful" but she didn't have to. Moving the mouse removed the screensaver and gave her access to the desktop. Things were finally going Briana's way, even if sitting in her mess at Beatrix's desk was pretty gross. The computer's files were hyper-organized. Totally devoid of shame, Beatrix had a folder labeled "Blackmail – Melody". With trembling fingers, Briana opened the folder. What she saw set her crying anew. Pictures of Melody in baby clothes, in a diaper, naked. Her sibling looked SO SAD in all of them. How could Beatrix not look at those pictures and feel terrible? There was more too. Some small video files that Briana didn't have the heart to open. A word document with the same name as the folder. Briana shook her head in disgust. A quick search of the desk revealed a thumb drive labeled "Reports – Econ 522". Popping it into the computer showed it had plenty of space, there were just a few Excel files on a drive with dozens of gigabytes of space. The entire blackmail folder copied to the thumb drive in pretty quick order. Briana left the folder selected and hovered her finger over the delete key. It would be great to destroy the evidence, but what if Beatrix had a backup? Looking more closely at the pictures, Briana realized they'd been taken on a phone. Not just that, but downloaded from a cloud service. There wouldn't be any way to destroy the pictures for good. Briana's shoulders slumped. Still, she had the proof she needed. She might be little-brained and have a big lump on her head, but she knew this was go to the police type stuff. "BRIANA!" Her name shouted outside made Briana literally jump out of the chair and crash to the floor. "BRIANA, ARE YOU IN THERE?" Someone was pounding on the front door. Briana froze in terror. Was Beatrix here? All bravado about dueling Beatrix fled out of her head in the face of a real physical conflict. "BRIANA, ANSWER ME IF YOU'RE THERE!" Of course, it was Mom. Beatrix wouldn't bang on the door, she'd just come in. It hadn't sounded like Mom at first. It was way too frantic. Briana's stomach churned, threatening to push the rest of the mess into her diaper. She was in big, big trouble. Hastily, Briana closed the folders, leaving the computer at a blank desktop again. She yanked the thumb drive out of the computer and shoved it into her hoodie pocket. "BRIANA!" "I'm here!" Briana yelled, hurrying toward the front door. "Briana, is that you?" Mom sounded even more frantic, if that was possible. "Open the door, come out of there right now!" Trouble or no, Briana was ready for this whole nightmare to end. The quest was over, successful even. She was hurt, shivering, and her hands were tingling unpleasantly. Her heart was torn in two for Melody. Briana needed her mommy, right now. It took just a few moments of fumbling with the locks to get the door open. Veronica yanked Briana through the door and into her arms like she was teleporting the girl. Briana clung tightly to her. "I'm going to close this up from the inside." Dad said. "No reason to let anyone know that our little girl spiced up her Thanksgiving with B&E." "Thank you Jane." Veronica said. Somehow, Veronica hoisted Briana up in her arms. It was a shock. Mom never picked her up, she just wasn't strong enough. Tonight Mom was strong enough not to just pick Briana up, but to carry her all the way to the car and set her in the back seat. Buckled up and with Veronica next to her, Briana shivered. The car was running, the heater going, but she was cold inside her bones. All the way inside her chest, she was worryingly cold. Veronica looked up from her phone as she finished a text. "I just let Melody and the others know that you're safe. Everyone was really worried for you. Melody especially." That was a good feeling, but bad at the same time. Briana hadn't been trying to make people worried. Jane climbed into the driver's seat and slammed her door closed. "Let's get out of here." "What were you doing in there?" Veronica said. "We have a LOT to talk about tonight but what made you break into a house?" "I got it!" Briana said triumphantly, grabbing the thumb drive and holding it up "I found the proof that Beatrix is bad!" "What are you talking about?" "Pictures Mom! Really bad, illegal pictures of Melody." Veronica's eyes hardened. Briana could tell that this particular anger was not directed at her. It was for Beatrix. "What kind of pictures?" Veronica asked, as Jane pulled away from Beatrix's house. "Melody um, naked and in diapers and stuff." Briana bit her lip as the hurt for her sibling came back. "They look so sad in them Mom, it's really bad!" Veronica sighed. "Briana, my darling. I know what you were trying to do, but we can't use those pictures unless Melody says she didn't want them taken." "They're in a folder literally labeled Blackmail mom!" "It's not illegal to name a folder blackmail." Veronica rubbed her nose. "Beatrix would also say that we named the folder that." "But it's called that on her computer." "She could change it, and anyway, we can't get access to her computer without a warrant. To get that we'd have to explain that you broke into her house. It would be a lot easier to send you to jail over that than to convict Beatrix." Briana felt hot behind her eyes. "But, but I did it. I finished the quest. I s-saved Melody." "I..." Veronica took a deep breath. "Your intentions were good but honey, this is why I asked you to let me and Melody handle it. Without their cooperation there is no case. Now you're potentially in trouble too." "But I saved them." Briana blubbered. "I had to. They can't be sad forever. They're my sibling. My big sibling. Please Mommy. Pleaaaase. They have to be okay." Mom had no reassurances for her. The rest of the car ride was quiet, except for Briana's crying. Gary and a couple other people were at the house when they got home, but it was mostly empty. All the happy laughing and warm Thanksgiving was gone. Veronica permitted only a few quick hugs before taking Briana up to her room. She carefully washed the cut on Briana's forehead while Jane checked Bri's extremities and got her out of the wet clothes. "Are you going to yell at me?" Briana said. She deserved it, was ready for it even. "No." Veronica said tiredly. "This is too big for that." Briana gulped. "What do you mean?" "I'm so upset with you Briana. I..." Her fingers trembled and she took a step away, letting Jane finish applying the bandage to Briana's cut. "We were all out in the snow looking for you. We didn't know what had happened, if you were safe, if you were freezing in the snow." Veronica wrapped her arms around herself, shaking all over now. "Then we found you – you broke into a house. If the police had found you..." Veronica's voice cracked. "Briana, they could take you away from me." A howl broke out of Briana. She sobbed uncontrollably as Veronica fell to her knees and grabbed her. "Never again." Veronica shuddered. "Never again, promise me. Don't ever run away again Briana. I can't bear to lose you." "I'm sorry mama. I'm sorry." Briana rocked back and forth, sobbing apologies over and over again. Jane leaned in to hold them both, strong arms steady as a rock. But even Dad's breathing was rough, there were tears on her cheeks too. "I need a minute." Veronica said when Briana's sobs finally wound down. "Go ahead." Jane said gently. Veronica kissed Briana and slipped out of the room. "She'll be right back." Jane said, pre-empting Briana's concerns. "She just needs to blow her nose." "I'm sorry daddy." Briana sniffled. "I know." Jane said kindly. "Let's finish getting you cleaned up." Dad didn't usually lift her either, though she'd done it before. She did this time, hefting Briana up and onto her changing table. "You're a mess kiddo." Jane said as she tore Briana's diaper open. "I messed up my potty training." "That doesn't matter tonight." Jane shook her head. "Briana, I need you to really listen to me for a minute, okay?" "Yes Daddy." "Your mom and I love you very much. We are here to help you, and protect you." Jane wiped away the mess and wet on Briana as she talked with her usual methodical care. "I'm proud that you care about Melody so much. I'm proud that you love your family." "But you need to come to us for help with grown up things." Jane dumped the diaper into the pail, immediately improving the smell in the room. "Part of being a family is working together and relying on each other. I need you to do that with us. Tell us what you want to do to help people. We will make sure you can do it safely." Briana took a deep, rattling breath. "I understand. I will. Thanks Dad." "I love you so much." Jane leaned down and kissed Briana on the cheek, fiercely. "I love you too." Briana's heart felt leaden, she'd caused so much pain for people she loved so much. "You are grounded." Jane said, calmly but firmly as she put a fresh diaper under Briana. "And potty training is suspended." "C-can I still stay the weekend with Gary?" Briana asked with a trembling lip. "Absolutely not." Jane said. Briana sniffled and her breath caught in her chest, but she didn't cry. It hurt to lose the weekend with Gary, but she knew she deserved it. "When I say grounded, I don't mean just to the house. You are grounded to your room until Mom or I say otherwise. We will bring your playpen in here tomorrow morning, and you'll go between your crib and your playpen unless we take you somewhere else in the house." "But, I'll be all alone." Briana whimpered, unable to hold tears back at that one. "We'll have someone with you a lot of the time, but sometimes it will just be the baby monitor." Jane said, pulling the tapes tight and crisp across Briana's diaper. "Don't leave me alone." Briana sobbed. "This is a punishment, Briana." Jane said softly. Veronica joined her and nodded her agreement. "You can and I'm sure will have visitors, but we need to impress on you how serious this is." Veronica said. "Mommy!" Briana wailed. "I will be here every morning when you wake up, and tuck you into bed every night, unless Dad does." Veronica said gently. "You'll see me during the day too." "Lets get you into your pajamas." Jane said, bringing Briana's thickest, fuzziest unicorn pjs. Briana managed to get her crying under control while she was put to bed, but just barely. She'd resigned herself to crying all night; when Veronica sat down on the edge of Briana's crib and pulled her dress off her shoulders. "It's been so busy today, you haven't gotten any snacks." Veronica said lovingly. "How about some warm milk to give you sweet dreams?" Briana nodded desperately. Jane sat on the other end of the crib, propping Briana up into a lounging posture. Veronica scooted in and brought her breast to Briana's lips. Closing her eyes and gently sucking on Veronica's nipple drove the horrors of the night out of Briana's mind. By the time she'd finished off both breasts she was sleepy and limp. Exhaustion like she hadn't known in years sapped everything from her. Briana was asleep as soon as she was tucked in, before Veronica even raised her crib bars. ((Side Note: I launched my second ebook today, and I'm so super excited about it! Check it out if you like stories about cute ABs!))

While I don't hug them...I will definitely caress them a little bit....just to feel how soft the plastic feels. I get a bit of a charge knowing that those diapers are all mine to wear. Also...if I'm having a particularly bad day...I'll give the baby powder bottle a sniff. Scents are some of my favorite things and the smell of baby powder is one of my absolute favorites.

@~Brian~ There's a big difference between a nuclear power plant and a store selling diapers and clothes. An accident at the power plant could kill lots of people and animals. An accident at the diaper store, just needs a quick diaper change.

Chapter 3 [Into the Wild Abyss] It wasn’t so much the idea that was bad as the execution. After spending most of the day grading papers and attending her Saturday class on inclusive teaching practices she felt the need to let loose to vent, to engage in some kind of ritual to let go of the week. Some of the people in her class went for drinks after, but Abigail felt strange going alone. What if she didn’t know anyone? “Come on, Cor!” Abby’s voice came out whinier than she intended. “Happy hour is like, a normal thing that people do after classes, and I don’t want to go by myself.” Coralina was her best grad school friend, blond, sweet, and pretty. Unfortunately for Abby, she was also straight, which had turned out to be pretty disappointing. “I’m supposed to go to dinner with Rob and his friends?” Rob had appeared on Bumble or Tinder or some app and had been stealing her best friend ever since. Abby sighed dramatically. “So you can’t have, like one drink, with your best friend because you’re going to dinner with Robert and his friends?” “You can come if you want! I think that Rob has a cousin that’s gay that’ll be there I think?” Abby rolled her eyes. “I don’t want you to set me up with the only gay girl that Robert knows because you feel guilty. Just come to happy hour for a little while? I’ve had a really shitty week and I just need to have a few drinks.” Abby gave her a pleading look. “Abagail…” Coralina sighed and gave in. “Whatever. That’s not what I meant. I’ll go for a minute, but honestly, I have to make it home in time to change. I think he really likes it when I make his friends jealous.” They met up with their friends at the Stumble Inn, a too-loud dive bar that seems like it always smelled like vomit and ended up drinking the $3 Buds that were on special. After three or four, the noise seemed to drop away and Abby found herself cornered at a table talking to Dave, one of the guys from her cohort, who was talking about his teaching placement at a middle school in the Bronx. “It’s just like,” Dave gesticulated dramatically, as he’d clearly had a few drinks, “so many of the teachers there have given up on a generation of kids. Like if you’re going to do the job, you shouldn’t just use the same lesson plan year after year, you should care about pedagogy and you should make your lessons engaging. It’s just like, I know we’re using Expeditionary Learning, but just because you have a curriculum doesn’t mean you just have to follow it all the time!” Abby nodded noncommittally and looked for Cora. “What’s your placement like?” “I mean, I teach at a private school, so I feel like I miss out on the part where you can ask people for advice. Parents are difficult. Kids can be demanding. And they want their 10th graders to read college-level books, which is fun, but it’s so difficult to plan for and to help kids understand. I’m teaching Milton to 15-year-olds, for God’s sake.” “Milton Friedman? Isn’t he like an economist? That’s weird.” Abby sighed. Dave was precisely the reason that people didn’t think that teachers were smart. She looked around for Cora. Freaking Irish exit. Maybe Dave would buy her another beer… Abigail woke up alarmed and damp. Sun was streaming through the windows, and as she gazed out across the rooftops, she could make out the river in the distance and the Queens skyline. Where was she? She sat up, and a wave of nausea passed over her. She groaned and fell back against the fortress of pillows behind her. White pillows. White sheets. White comforter. White walls. This was much nicer than her apartment. Oh God, had she hooked up with someone? Suddenly, Abigail sat up in a panic. She always wet the bed after a night of drinking but on someone else’s white sheets… “No no no no no no no,” she said quietly to herself as she peeled back the covers. But the bed was dry. And so were the cute pink pajamas covered in breakfast foods that she was wearing. She experimentally pulled down the waistband to reveal a very wet pink princess diaper, the kind she’d bought online and wore only when she was feeling particularly little. Most nights, she wore a Goodnite, or nothing at all. Where was she? And how had she gotten into this diaper? Her face burned with shame. She just needed to find her clothes, find somewhere to change. But first, she needed to find a bathroom. Really badly. She threw back the covers, suppressing the urge to throw up and ran out of the bedroom door almost directly into Evelyn. “Good morning, Abigail.” “Oh, um… oh…” Abby’s face burned with shame, and she could feel the diaper poking out of her waistband and her bladder on the verge of bursting. “Um, good morning. I really have to like, um, you know, is there a bathroom?” “Of course, it’s just down the hallway to the left. Feel free to take a shower and I’ll leave you some clothes.” Evelyn directed her down the hallway and Abby ran off, waddling as she went, the obvious saturated, drooping padding between her legs making her look more like a toddler than a girl in her 20s. She tore off her diaper and peed desperately in the toilet. And a lucky thing, too, since it seemed unlikely that it would have held another wetting. Abby took the advice and got into the giant rain shower with the water on slightly too hot and she cried. She cried because she’d gotten drunk and was hungover. She cried because her friend had ditched her for some guy. She cried because she was in trouble at work. And she cried because she’d woken up someplace strange and scary: the apartment of a woman who despised her. When she was done crying, washing away the pee, and washing her tangled mess of hair, she got out of the shower and dried off with one of the giant white towels she found on the edge of the soaking tub. There was a new toothbrush still in its wrapping, and she brushed the flavor of cheap American beer and vomit from her mouth vigorously. She dried her hair with a blow drying she found on the counter and dressed in the panties and floral print maxi dress she found just outside the door to the bathroom when she was done. She took a deep breath and went to find her hostess.

Bad news that a city is attempting this type of action, but also not super surprising. This is not the first similar case. School Districts, Zoning and the like are where most of the most invasive laws, regulations and assessments are made in the US. the bad news is that a city can do this, the good news is that they have the burden of proof. The problem is that there are too many in the community that label the community as fetish. On top of this the AGERE people are also looking down at us saying the very same thing. The reality is that there is a great deal of diversity and a significant portion of the community that are not “into it” as a fetish. Some of us just like diapers, some babyish things, many it is just regressive / mental health / comfort. But the vocal few including misguided posts labeling the community or interest as fetish, media doing the same thing, etc do not help our case ever. Obviously to us this is completely harmless and very much so innocent or just a personal decision, but others only know what they hear or what they assume based on what little they hear. Hopefully this will go well but there is also a big chance that they will be shut down or forced to move.

I have wanted to be a bed wetter for as long as i can remember and it never happened. 4 years ago i started wearing a nappy to bed every night and made sure i wet it during the night, over the last few months i have wet while semi awake. 2 nights ago i had my first sleep wetting, i know i was dry when i went to sleep and when i woke up my nappy was soaked and i have no recollection of wetting.

Sam is on the plane but this is just the start for her. Jess seems obsessed with making sure they keep the charade up and Sam kind of has to go along for the ride. --- As ever I am extremely thankful to my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do If you have a little spare money and would like to support me and help me pay the bills then please do consider having a look at my Patreon page. I post an update every 4-5 days and patrons get access to everything I write one week before the rest of the world. Also, for $10 a month you can get access to Patreon exclusive stories! I have 40 STORIES AVAILABLE FOR $10 patrons that you can read right away with more posted regularly! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Jess put Sam down in the chair and the short woman was stunned by how big the seat was. She thought they could sit next to each other quite comfortably here. Jess put her carry-on luggage in the compartment above the seats and Sam was sitting back in the chair when she saw her own bag being put above the seats. She noticed it was different. “That’s not my bag!” Sam suddenly exclaimed. Jess turned to the student and put her finger to her lips. Sam looked around but in the relative chaos of boarding, people moving through the plane and everything else it didn’t seem that anyone noticed the “baby” talking. Jess lifted Sam up and sat in the chair, she put Sam on her lap so that the smaller woman was facing sideways towards the aisle. “I know it isn’t.” Jess said quietly as she bounced Sam on her lap. “Well… Where’s my bag?” Sam asked with some alarm. “Shush.” Jess gently chided the small woman, “You’ll blow your cover if someone hears you.” Sam felt anxious as she saw people flooding into the plane and making their way to their seats. She was desperate to ask what was going on and where her bags were but Jess was right, if she was heard talking and they found out she wasn’t a little girl she could be left stranded here, she had to remain silent until they were in the air at least. As she fretted over what was happening she felt Jess start to bounce her up and down on her knees. “No need to be nervous, baby.” Jess cooed softly. She brushed some hairs out of Sam’s face. Sam realised she must look just like a little baby nervous and in an unfamiliar place. She tried to calm down and reassure herself that she couldn’t get off the plane now. For better or worse she had to continue with this plan. She could see space to sit down next to Jess instead of on her lap but as she tried to squirm in that direction Jess simply repositioned her on her knees. Eventually everyone was seated and after the usual demonstrations of where the emergency exits were the engines started spooling up. Sam felt anxious as she looked out of the window and saw the world passing by increasingly quickly. There was no turning back now. For better or for worse Sam was in Jess’s hands, quite literally as the professor held her hips steady. The wheels left the ground and Sam let out a deep breath as they started lifting up into the sky. The cabin had been full of a nervous tension but now with take-off over the quiet murmurings of conversation broke the stillness. “I could probably sit next to you.” Sam whispered so no one could hear her, “It might be a little tight but I could squeeze in there.” “I think it would be best for you to stay on my lap.” Jess replied, “Just like a baby.” Sam huffed but knew she couldn’t do anything about it. If she kicked up a fuss she would either look like a petulant toddler having a tantrum or would give the game away that she wasn’t a child. She looked out the window at the world far below them and muttered in annoyance. “Hush.” Jess said gently in Sam’s ear. A few minutes later the plane had reached it’s cruising altitude thousands of feet in the air. As the aircraft levelled out stewards and stewardesses started walking the aisles checking that everyone was alright. In the exclusive part of the plane it was a young woman with a face perfectly covered in make-up and with hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. “Would you like anything from the drinks cart?” The smiling woman asked as she reached Sam and Jess. “I’ll have a coffee, milk and sugar, please.” Jess said, “And the little one will have some apple juice.” “I’ll have to go and make the coffee. I’ll bring the drinks over in just a few minutes.” The stewardess said. “I wanted coffee…” Sam sulkily mumbled. “Shush.” Jess gently chided with a rub on Sam’s back, “That’s not what babies drink.” True to her word the stewardess returned quickly with the drinks. She placed the coffee carefully on the tray in front of Jess. Sam smelt the caffeinated drink and felt her mouth water, she wished she could have some of that herself. She eagerly awaited her drink even if it was only juice, she hadn’t had a drink for a while. “And for the baby…” The stewardess smiled, “She’s adorable. What’s her name?” “Sam.” Jess replied sharing the smile and repositioning Sam, “She can be quite a handful but yes, she’s the cutest little girl.” Sam was listening to this embarrassing exchange and trying not to blush so hard that she gave the game away. She couldn’t get over how well Jess was able to play the role of parent, it was like she genuinely thought Sam was a baby who needed protection. Sam felt like she had to remind the professor that she was an adult and they were doing this just to get her home. The stewardess reached down and pulled out a sippy cup with big handles meant for clumsy hands. The clear plastic drinking vessel had cartoon pictures of planes flying around it and was clearly meant to keep little kids happy. Sam was stunned as the stewardess held out the juice for Sam to take. Sam just sat on Jess’s lap stunned that she would be expected to drink like this. “Go on, Sam.” Jess spoke as if she was encouraging a shy toddler, “Take the drink from nice lady.” Sam was too embarrassed. She felt the heat rising in her face and thought the shame might actually melt her into a pile of goo. She wanted to tell the stewardess who she really was but she couldn’t get herself and Jess in trouble like that. She did the only thing she could think of, the same thing she had done when spoken to by the attendant at the airport gate. Sam turned to Jess and nestled her face between the professor’s breasts. She tried to hide the same way a baby would in the hope that the beautiful lady would go away. “Aww, I’ll just leave it on the tray for when she’s a bit braver.” The stewardess chuckled as she put the plastic sippy cup down. “Thank you.” Jess said. Sam waited until the stewardess’s voice had faded away before pulling away from Jess’s chest. She was blushing as she looked away from the professor. Her thirst was incredible and though drinking from the sippy cup was something she didn’t even want to think about she reached out a shaking arm and picked it up. To Sam’s chagrin her little hands fit perfectly on the toddler sized handles. Sam felt very self-conscious as she lifted the sippy cup up. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Jess watching her. She wished the professor would look away, it was difficult to perform with an audience and Sam felt like she was being judged. “That’s it.” Jess rubbed Sam’s back, “Have some nice juice.” Sam winced and scowled at Jess but still lifted the sippy cup to her mouth. She slipped the little spout into her mouth and tipped the cup up. Forgetting for a second how embarrassing this was the sweet juice tasted wonderful and she quickly gulped a lot of it down. Just as she was taking the sippy cup out of her mouth the plane hit a bit of turbulence and the cup briefly tipped up again. Sam quickly righted it but not before a few drops of the apple juice dropped on to her clothes. “Oops! Be careful, baby.” Jess chastised Sam, “Let me help you.” “No, wa-” Sam tried to say but was quickly cut off as the taller woman pushed the spout of the sippy cup into her mouth. Sam blushed as she started gulping the last of the drink. Jess had taken the toddler cup and was now leaning Sam back slightly in her arms as she basically fed the small woman. Sam wanted her to stop but had no way to make that happen, all she could do was swallow the last of her juice and get this embarrassment over with. When Sam finally finished the cup she started muttering. “I can do that myself…” Sam said through clenched teeth. “Shush, baby, no need to be fussy.” Jess bounced Sam on her lap. As Sam went up and down on Jess’s knees she suddenly felt gas bubbling up inside herself. Before she could stop it she let out a little burp. As Sam covered her mouth and blushed Jess chuckled, even the passing flight attendant looked over with the look on her face that said she had seen something adorable. This was utterly humiliating for Sam and the flight had so far to go. She started wondering if she could even make it or if she would lose her mind. When Jess had first agreed to help she had seemed to genuinely want to treat Sam with respect but as time went on she seemed to be treating her increasingly like a helpless baby. Sam didn’t feel good about being with the professor anymore and she wondered if she would’ve been better off finding an alternative plan. She scowled as she looked out of the window to see the endless expanse of ocean. The hours dragged by for Sam who had little freedom of movement. She had hoped Jess would allow her to sit next to her but it seemed the professor was happy to keep bouncing Sam on her knees. Sam was very bored and started fidgeting a lot, she looked around at the other passengers and saw most of them were either watching films on the backs of the seats in front or reading. Jess was watching an old black and white film with headphones on so Sam couldn’t hear it. “Could I get my phone?” Sam asked quietly when she got Jess’s attention, “This is really boring.” “Oh sweetie, I don’t think your phone is on board.” Jess said softly as she stroked the smaller woman’s hair. “What!?” Sam failed to keep her voice down causing both herself and Jess to look around. Thankfully no stewards were nearby and none of the other passengers seemed to react. “I can look in your bag if you want.” Jess suggested. “You mean the bag you changed?” Sam said with a pout, “Why did you do that anyway? I liked my bag… And what did you do with my phone?” Jess put Sam on the seat as she stood up. For a glorious few seconds Sam felt the cushioned seat underneath her rather than a pair of bony legs. It wasn’t to last though as Sam was soon scooped back up and sat on Jess again. The bag that supposedly belonged to Sam was now sitting in the small gap Sam had eyed for herself. Jess seemed determined not to answer Sam’s question and the small woman was suddenly very distracted. “That’s a… That’s a…” Sam stuttered breathlessly. “It’s a diaper bag.” Jess stated matter-of-factly, “I thought it would be better to maintain our cover than your other bag.” Sam had seen the bag was different earlier but she hadn’t realised the new one was a diaper bag. From a distance it looked mostly the same as her usual bag but up close she could see the differences, it was mostly the extra pockets designed to carry supplies. She felt a shiver run through her, if Jess was willing to do this she started wondering how far she was really willing to go. She suddenly felt very trapped. Jess opened the long zip that ran lengthways across the top of the bag. As the two sides opened and the contents inside were displayed Sam felt her breath taken away yet again. She covered her mouth to stop herself from losing her mind and shouting. “Hmm, I can’t see your phone in there, can you?” Jess asked as she held Sam with one hand and rustled through the items in the bag. Sam didn’t react. She stared in disbelief at the bag, it seemed literally everything in there had been changed. All her possessions had been replaced by the contents of a regular diaper bag. Instead of her phone and books there were neatly folded disposable diapers, instead of her make-up there was rash cream and baby powder. She looked up at Jess in shock, she had very clearly said she wasn’t going to wear diapers. “I had to put this stuff in the bag, sweetie.” Jess said as if it was obvious that she had replaced the small girl’s luggage, “What if they checked your bag? It would be no use having big girl make-up in there.” “Where did you get all this stuff!?” Sam asked. “I ran into one of the shops whilst you were changing.” Jess lied casually. “But I was only in there for-” Sam started. “It doesn’t matter now.” Jess interrupted Sam, “The point is your phone isn’t in there. I have some toys for you if you want?” “I don’t!” Sam hissed, “And where’s all my stuff?” “It’s in the hold with the rest of the baggage.” Jess lied again. She studied psychology and knew that telling a convincing lie was all about confidence. As she smiled down at Sam she saw her looking less sure of herself. Sam felt her heart fluttering. She didn’t know if she believed Jess anymore. The professor had been acting incredibly strangely and taking this babying of Sam too far. Sam looked up at Jess with scepticism and worry, if she truly wasn’t to be trusted it meant she was in a really bad situation. “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Jess said with a maternal smile. She raised her hand and waved over a nearby stewardess. “What can I help you with?” The stewardess asked with her permanently etched smile. “My little one is getting a bit restless. Do you perhaps keep anything on board that could entertain her for a bit?” Jess asked. “I’ll go and have a look.” The stewardess smiled again.

Including the three years I trained to bed wet, I've now passed the 15 year mark! I have never regretted this decision for even a minute! I absolutely LOVE being a bed wetter!

With Sam left to get ready for her role Jess has a small mission to conduct before returning to the small woman. Then it's finally time to put the plan to the test as they go to board their plane. --- As ever I am extremely thankful to my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do If you have a little spare money and would like to support me and help me pay the bills then please do consider having a look at my Patreon page. I post an update every 4-5 days and patrons get access to everything I write one week before the rest of the world. Also, for $10 a month you can get access to Patreon exclusive stories! I have 40 STORIES AVAILABLE FOR $10 patrons that you can read right away with more posted regularly! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Jess moved quickly away from the bathroom door. She had a couple of very important tasks to do whilst Sam was distracted and she knew she only had a few minutes at best. She saw the kindly old security guard at the baggage area and hurried over towards him. “Hello, I just need to get something from my daughter’s bag, is that OK?” Jess asked with her best people pleasing smile. Jess saw from his name tag that his name was Ted. “Usually we need ID from the person who owns the bag.” Ted replied. “Please…” Jess clasped her hands together as she playfully begged, “You saw us walking past a few minutes ago, right? She’s in the bathroom but I need to get some supplies.” “You left her alone?” Ted asked with a raised eyebrow. “Only for a minute.” Jess continued, “It’s why I want to get back there as soon as I can.” “Alright, go on through.” Ted looked vaguely disapproving as he waved Jess past. “Thank you so much!” Jess hurriedly said as she walked past. There wasn’t much time to spare. Jess knew Sam would come looking for her sooner or later if she didn’t get back to the bathroom. Jess looked around at the labels as clandestinely as possible, she knew Ted was watching her and she needed to find Sam’s bag before he noticed she didn’t know what her “daughter’s” bag looked like. Jess suddenly saw Sam’s suitcase and quickly hurried over to it. She turned to see Ted looking her wave and gave him a friendly nod. Ted smiled and turned around. Jess pretended to cough as she ripped at the label and pulled it off the suitcase. She pulled out a new label that she had printed earlier and attached it to the handle. The new label was almost exactly the same as the previous one except the destination had been changed. This suitcase was now going to be heading to the exact opposite side of the globe. Jess then saw her own suitcase right next to Sam’s carry-on luggage. She opened her suitcase where a similar but different bag to Sam’s was sitting. She pulled out the previously prepared carry-on luggage and surreptitiously changed the label so that it was listed as Sam’s. “Everything OK over there?” Ted called over. “Just a minute!” Jess replied brightly. Jess stood up and walked back out of the enclosed area towards Ted. She smiled as she walked past, she was keen to get back to the bathroom as soon as possible. She had the carry-on luggage for herself and the altered bag for Sam, the small woman’s original carry-on bag would be going on a trip around the world with her suitcase. “Did you get what you were looking for?” Ted asked as Jess walked by. “Yes, thanks.” Jess quickly replied. She hurried away before she could be asked any more questions. Sam felt ridiculous. She looked in the mirror and saw a little girl staring back. Instead of even attempting to dress like a grown-up Sam was wearing exactly what a toddler would wear. The yellow jammies hugged her body and she suddenly felt a lot less comfortable about going outside whilst dressed like this. She shook her head and wondered why she had ever agreed to wearing it. She remembered being vehemently against these jammies and then suddenly changing her mind. It was no good, she would have to tell Jess she couldn’t go through with this. Almost on cue there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Sam? It’s me.” Jess called from outside. Sam sighed and walked across to the door. She had to reach up to the lock but she was able to open the door a crack before retreating so Jess could come in. The professor looked around and then when she caught sight of Sam her face broke into a smile. “You look-” Jess started. “I look ridiculous.” Sam interrupted, “I don’t think I can wear this out there.” “It’s too late to change your mind.” Jess said softly as she walked across to Sam, “We have to go to the gate.” “Already!?” Sam exclaimed. Her face blushed. “Come on.” Jess said as she held out her hand. Sam gathered up her adult clothes and popped them in the bag. She handed the bag to Jess and then took the taller woman’s free hand. The door to the bathroom opened and Sam pre-emptively cringed as she was led out into the airport. She had expected everyone to start immediately laughing and making fun of her but as she looked around she saw that most people weren’t even giving her a second look. At first she was quite happy that no one was making a fuss but on second thought she realised it was because everyone thought she was a little child. It felt weird to be wearing these jammies in public but no one seemed to care. Sam had to walk quickly to keep up with Jess. The pair of them walked past the security guard in front of the baggage area. He waved at them and Jess nodded back. “Thank you for your help.” Jess said as they went past. “My pleasure, ma’am.” Ted replied. Jess led Sam into the area with the bags and collected the two suitcases that belonged to them, Sam took hers without looking at it. Ted gave a big smile and exaggerated wave to Sam as she was walked away. He clearly thought she was a little child like everyone else. Sam looked up at Jess in confusion, she seemed very familiar with the security guard and she wondered what he had helped her with. Jess looked down briefly and saw Sam’s confusion. “He helped me retrieve something from my bag earlier.” Jess explained, “Ah, we’re here.” Sam looked forwards again and saw the gate she had been at earlier. There was a seating area right in front of it and it looked like every single seat was taken. Jess led Sam towards the middle of the seating where there was one free seat. Jess stopped and sat down, Sam thought she was going to stand when the professor suddenly reached forward and lifted Sam on to her lap. Sam was shocked. Jess was acting like it was no big deal but Sam was now sat on her lap like a lot of the other children with their parents. She cringed and ducked her head down in shame. It was bad enough to look like a little girl but now she was starting to feel like one thanks to this embarrassing treatment. “Just act like a child.” Jess said very quietly. Sam didn’t know what that meant so she just sat still and looked around. This all felt so surreal and she couldn’t quite believe what she was doing. She looked over to the desk in front of the gate, she was grateful that it seemed like there had been a shift change and instead of the woman who had denied her earlier there was a new woman operating the position. “Oh, do you have your passport?” Jess muttered as she leaned forwards and closer to Sam’s ear. “It’s in my pants pocket.” Sam replied in barely more than a squeak. Sam felt Jess wrap an arm around her to hold her up as she leaned over and picked up the plastic bag containing her old clothes. The bag was sat between Jess and Sam on the taller woman’s lap. Sam couldn’t see what Jess was doing as she reached into the bag but she assumed all she was doing was getting her passport, it wouldn’t look great if a baby presented their own passport after all. “Could passengers with disabilities and parents with children come forward for boarding please?” The person at the gate smiled and spoke into a microphone causing her voice to boom around the area. Jess stood up and Sam, startled, flailed her arms and legs for a second. Rather than put Sam down Jess lifted her and sat the small woman on her hip. An automatic reaction to stop from falling caused Sam to wrap her arms and legs around the professor as much as she was able to. One of Jess’s arms went under Sam’s butt holding her in place with ease. As Sam clung on to Jess she felt embarrassed. She wanted to tell Jess to let her down and that she could walk but it was impossible to do that without revealing that she wasn’t a child. She knew this was a necessary evil but she wished that Jess had given her some kind of warning. This felt so humiliating and Sam was glad there was no one she knew around to see what was happening. Jess took hold of the suitcases and rather awkwardly made her way over to the desk to join the queue. Sam thought this was the most degrading thing she had ever been subjected too, this felt worse than her time in the nursery because this was voluntary! The queue moved slowly and Sam started to feel nervous. The closer they got to the airline employee the more ridiculous this whole plan felt. Sam started squirming in Jess’s arms as the anxiety grew. “Settle down.” Jess said quietly. The people in front of Sam and Jess carried on towards the plane. Jess carried Sam forwards and with the feeling that everything was about to go wrong Sam buried her head in the professor’s shoulder. “Oh, do we have a shy little one?” The gate attendant’s nametag said her name was Diana, “She’s such a cutie. Could I see both your passports and tickets please?” “Of course. We only have one ticket though. For the “Babe in Arms” scheme?” Jess said as she held out the documents. “That’s absolutely fine.” Diana smiled as she took the documents. This was it, Sam thought as she clutched Jess’s shirt. She was certain the young woman looking at her passport would open it up and see that she wasn’t a little child at all. Sam was waiting for the moment when the attendant asked what was happening and then called security. They would be detained as it would look like people smuggling. Sam saw her college career disappearing as she got charged for some crime, Jess would lose her job and… “Can I see the little beauty’s face?” Diana asked in a sunny voice. Sam knew the kind lady was about to put two and two together. She would see that her face clearly didn’t belong to a child and would double check the passport in her hand. She had been so stupid to even suggest this! “Go on, Princess.” Jess said softly as if coaxing a shy baby, “Show the nice lady your pretty face.” Sam slowly removed her blushing face from the safety of Jess’s shirt and turned to face Diana. She felt like she was on the verge of tears as she clutched the taller woman like a safety blanket. She saw Diana smile at her before looking back down to the passport and then up again. Sam was shaking and was just waiting for the moment that perfect smile turned to a frown followed by the calling for security. Everything seemed to freeze in place for an age. The tension was too much and Sam was just about to break down and confess everything when Diana nodded and handed the paperwork back to Jess. She wished them both a wonderful flight as Sam watched in stunned confusion. It was almost unbelievable to her that this had worked. Diana had seemed to take a long hard look at the passports, surely she would’ve noticed the age on Sam’s didn’t match at all. “Don’t tell the others but I think you have the most adorable baby out of them all.” Diana said with a smile, “A real cutie!” Sam wasn’t used to compliments aimed at her whether she was thought of as an adult or not. After spending most of her life getting made fun of or having to be assertive to prove herself she didn’t really know how to take compliments like this. Her cheeks went bright red from the embarrassment and she shyly buried her head back into Jess’s shoulder. She knew she looked like a child by reacting this way and she consoled herself by saying that maybe it was just further selling the charade. Jess picked up their hand luggage and walked through to the plane. Sam felt a mixture of surprise that the plan had worked and embarrassment for the same reason. Did she really look enough like a young child that it could fool people like Diana? She had always argued against it and worked extra hard to prove she was an adult, did it just take a simple change of dress to make all those appearances of adulthood disappear? “You don’t need to hide your face anymore.” Jess said. There was a hint of amusement in her voice. Sam was still blushing as she looked around. Jess walked on to the plane and Sam saw the flight attendants smiling and welcoming everyone on board as they walked past. “What a pretty little girl!” One attendant said as she looked at Sam, “Are you being a good girl for Mommy?” Sam went straight back to hiding her face in embarrassment. She could feel Jess giggle causing her chest to move quickly as she explained her baby girl was really shy. Each attendant had something to say as Sam and Jess went past and Sam kept her face hidden the whole time. She longed to tell them she wasn’t a baby but the charade kept her quiet. “This is our seat.” Jess said. Sam looked around and was surprised to see they were in business class at the front of the plane. The area was much fancier than the regular seats Sam had been in before. This section only had one chair per row and a lot of space, Sam thought it must’ve cost a fortune to get these seats but if Jess was here on business she expected the college might’ve paid for it.

I'd much rather stay in a messy diaper than change right away. Removes a lot of the fun for me! The only way I'd let that happen is if I decided to get a daddy who wouldn't let me stay in a messy diaper for too long. Not like I could argue, would be too scared to get spanked. But since that's probably not gonna happen anytime soon, I just usually stay in my messy diapers. Either for pleasure, comfort or a mixture of both (aka when I'm in a gaming session).

When my IC issues fist started I would change right away now I change after 6 hours or when my diaper feels like its getting saturated, Im in a dry diaper for a very short time and its just to expensive to change every time you wet.

Chapter Thirty-Eight I ached. It had been three days since Dani left. I had thought about hunting her down so many times. I had so many unwanted paranoid fantasies of her dead, face-down in a gutter. She was my Little, I couldn't help but worry about her. Seth had offered to find her for me, to trace her credit card usage. He had told me that she called Jess, that Jess had confirmed everything. That she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what I had done. I couldn't be mad at Jess, she didn't understand. She thought she was helping. Lauren had been the one with malicious intent. I had turned him down. It would only make things worse. I had been tempted, sorely tempted, but I had turned him down. If Dani was ever going to trust me again, I had to let her come to me. I couldn't go finding her, that would only tell her that Lauren was right, that I was controlling and manipulative... but I didn't feel controlling or manipulative... I had done what I did out of love. Maybe not at first... but I had my reasons - I had to know before making myself vulnerable that she even had the potential to enjoy being Little. I hadn't done anything to hurt her. But I couldn't chase her. I couldn't find her. I couldn't swoop in and save her and cuddle her close and promise her that she was my perfect, beautiful princess and that I'd always love her. I had to give her the space to come back to me - and it was the hardest thing in the world. I had to hope she would. * * * I felt numb. I had been squatting in the hotel room for three days, too jumbled to go out, existing on delivered pizza and infomercials. I had called in sick to work. I had only really left once - to pick up a charger for my phone. I kept logging into my social media accounts to see if Vanessa had left any traces of spying on me, but I didn't even know what to look for. I hadn't caught wind of anything before. She had installed a tracker on my phone... but I never left it unlocked, not after the time Jenni had grabbed it to check the time and got greeted with a dirty picture of Elaine. She could have been watching me through the camera on my phone and I'd have no way of knowing. I spent the days obsessing, searching for information about spying girlfriends, spying husbands, what would lead a person to do it, trying to figure out the reasons why she had done it, what motivated her. When I closed my eyes, I could see Vanessa's face - the cold expression as Lauren revealed her sins to me. How she had just failed to react. There was no shame there, no remorse. I had been pondering that face for three days. Did she even love me? Did she ever love me? I pondered her other faces, her Mommy face, her gamer face, her friend face, her lover face. Were they all lies? Vanessa had stolen my heart more thoroughly than any partner ever before. She had become my everything, and now that my everything was gone, I was hollow. Some of my research into spying lovers had led me to psychology articles, and some of them pointed to this being a personality disorder. It was a hard pill to swallow. I didn't want to believe it - she matched so many of the symptoms... but there were so many others that were flat out wrong. She wasn't impulsive - she planned meticulously. She wasn't irritable or aggressive, she was very calm, collected, and gentle. I couldn't imagine her hurting me in anger. She wasn't irresponsible... she was an entrepreneur, she was honestly the most responsible person I knew. Some signs were unmistakable however - disregard for laws, deceitfulness and repeated lying. Lack of remorse. That was the one that haunted me. The stone face she had given when Lauren had revealed everything. What if that face was the true face? What if all the others were false? But I loved her. I loved her deeply and I hurt without her. I missed my friend, I missed my gaming buddy, I missed my lover. I missed my mommy. The last three days had felt so empty without her. But what if the articles were right? The general advice for someone in my situation was to run. To run and to never look back. It took me three days to sift through all the thoughts and feelings, half expecting Vanessa to come bursting through the door after hunting me down through computer trickery. But she never did. And the conclusion that I came to was that I had to try. I picked up my phone, watching my hand shake as I held it, but I didn't feel it - it was like the hand belonged to someone else. And I dialed Vanessa. "Hello?" she sounded worried. She sounded scared. "Hi," I said quietly. "Are you okay?" she asked. I had been expecting her to demand to know where I was.. but she was scared, she wanted to know I was okay. But what if it was an act? "I'm not okay," I said, a lump rising in my throat, "I'm not okay. I hurt so much." "I'm sorry," her voice cracked, like she was crying. I had never seen her cry before, never heard anything but calmness and happiness out of her. Even her voicemails were calm concern. It was jarring. "I'm so sorry." "I'm at a hotel in Milpitas - the Baymont," I said softly. "Will you come get me?" I checked out of the hotel, feeling scared, feeling worried - both that it wouldn't work out and that it would. There was something wrong with Vanessa. Something wrong in Vanessa. But it didn't change the fact that I loved her. That I was ready to take a chance... if she was ready to change. She got there quickly, before the doubts really had a chance to settle in, before I could talk myself out of getting in her car. As I sat in her passenger seat, as we sat in the parking lot of the hotel, I couldn't look at her. "I didn't run into you at the coffee shop by accident, did I?" I asked quietly. "No," she admitted. At least she was telling the truth. I'd probably believe her if she lied at this point. "I knew it was your regular stop and I waited there for you." "You already knew I liked the dumpling house we went to on our first date too, didn't you?" "You left a glowing Yelp review for it," she said softly. "I wanted to take you somewhere that I knew you'd like." "Our whole relationship is based on a lie," I whispered, feeling like I was bleeding all over again. "Not a lie," she said. "Not a lie. I had more information that you thought, but I only used it to get closer to you." "Don't you see how wrong that is!?" I turned in my seat to face her, fury rising inside me. "Can you even hear yourself? You only used it to get closer to me? That's something you'd hear a from a psycho in a thriller film, Vanessa!" She winced. I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. "But I'd never hurt you... " "You stalked me!" I wailed, my sadness and frustration pouring out of me, emotions I thought were drained and gone after three days of spiraling through them over and over. "You violated my privacy! You violated my trust! I thought trust was sacred to you? I don't understand how you could teach me all of these things about knowing myself, about loving myself, about boundaries and honesty and trust. And you were stalking me!" "I... " she stammered. I had never seen that either, not like this. She was always so sure, so confident. Her façade was cracking, and I could see Vanessa beneath it, vulnerable and hurting too. I wanted nothing more than to reach over and comfort her as she had comforted me so many times, this emotionally mature, together woman... but I felt peeled back and raw, I ached from the betrayal. "I was so afraid, Dani." "Afraid of what?" I demanded. "Afraid of getting hurt again. I didn't think of it as a violation, I thought of it as protecting myself. I had to know how likely you were to even want the things I wanted, to want to be my Little. Not everyone is suited to it, and it's so very important to me. I've been rejected so many times, I've been torn apart and discarded after I poured everything into a relationship, into forming a bond with someone I thought could be Little... I had to know if you would hurt me the same way." "That's not how you do it, Vanessa. Love hurts. You're going to get hurt. You have to be vulnerable, you have to run that risk. I made myself vulnerable to you, I trusted you." "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I did it wrong. I just needed to know... " "Are you sorry?" I demanded. "Are you? Or would you do it again? Are you going to do it to the next girl if I leave?" "Please don't leave," she begged. It was a sobering sight, the mighty Vanessa pleading. My heart hurt for her. "Why shouldn't I?" I sighed. "Why shouldn't I just walk out of your life and never look back? Are you going to hack my accounts to make me stay?" "No," tears were streaming down her face and regret bit me hard. "No, I would never hurt you. I won't stop you from leaving. I don't blame you for leaving. I'll miss you... " "Do you see that what you did was wrong?" "No," she admitted. "I see that it hurt you and that was wrong, but isn't it normal to try to protect oneself? I've been hurt so many times... " "And if you want to find love, you have to open yourself to that hurt again. And again. And again. It sucks, but it's part of being human." "I'm sorry, Dani. I'm so sorry... I think there's something wrong with me. What should I do? What do I do now?" She looked so lost, sounded so hurt. I had shattered her as thoroughly as the revelation had shattered me. She was shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breathing ragged. I had never seen her so wounded, so destroyed. It was hard to look at, to see the woman who had been my Mommy so recently... so defeated. And I knew I loved her. I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone, and that's why it hurt so much. That's why it was so hard. Because no one had ever touched the core of me before, not in the way that she did. She was my best friend. She was my lover. She was my Mommy. She was all those things to me and everything in between, and so she had more power to hurt me than anyone else had ever had in my adult life. I had bared my soul to her, not knowing that it had begun on a foundation of mistrust and lies. And now, as it crumbled around me, I couldn't let go of that shining hope. Intellectually, I knew that the answer was to get the fuck out of there. To run and to never look back. To never have the name Vanessa on my lips again. I had all the resources I needed, I could stay in a hotel room for a few more nights, I could find a new apartment, I could keep going with my normal, vanilla life - I could go back to being what I was. But I couldn't. I had never had a relationship as deep as my love with Vanessa. I had never bound myself three ways to a person before, friend, lover, caregiver. She had taught me things about myself that I had never suspected. She had awakened parts of me that had been dormant my entire adult life. And I loved her for it. Her question echoed in my ears: What do I do now? "We get you help," I said. "We book an appointment with a psychiatrist and we talk about why you did the things you did. And we work through this. Together."

Chapter Twenty-Eight "Are you comfortable?" I asked, half teasing. She seemed so obsessed with the shibari lesbians on her computer that I couldn't help myself. Dani was hogtied on the crib mattress, her ankles bound to her wrists - each in cuffs - with a pair of double-ended snap hooks joining them. This sort of tie wasn't my favorite thing, it was less cuddly and warm than I liked my play, but this was what she was expecting. She had seen Jess in all her diapered glory if my understanding of Seth's message was correct and her reactions were telling me that she wasn't interested in Little play, she wanted more of what I had shown her last night. I should probably just let her go, say my goodbyes and be done... but I liked her a lot. One more night of BDSM play wouldn't kill me. "Comfortable?" she echoed, squirming. "How could this be comfortable?" "There are those who find how inescapable that is comforting," I smirked. I unbuttoned my black jeans and slid them down my legs. "Knowing that you're completely safe - and you are completely safe, if you safeword now we'll end it this instant - but also knowing that you're... " I paused for dramatic effect, my pants discarded next to the daybed, "Absolutely. Helpless." I punctuated each word by laying my hands on her shoulders one at a time as I turned her body toward me before discarding my panties. I crouched slightly as I drew her toward me, burying her face between my legs. "Show me what a good girl you are," I commanded. I felt her tongue find my button quickly - she was practiced - and I legitimately had to lean my weight on her slightly as my knees went weak. I hadn't expected her to be able to please me this quickly - oral was far from my favorite thing and even the bondage I had her in at the moment wasn't my preferred kink. But her lapping tongue, teasing and flicking, separating my lips and ever so quick... she was really, really good. A soft moan escaped me, which only energized her - her attack redoubled. I dropped to my knees and kissed her, taking her face between my hands and driving my tongue between her lips, tasting my own juices on her. I felt a need for her that was far more powerful than I expected. This scene was supposed to be me teasing her, not her driving me wild. When the kiss broke, after what felt like several lifetimes, we were both panting furiously. "Am I a good girl?" she asked, her eyes shining. "Your tongue is magic, my princess," I breathed. "Fuck me," she growled, taking me completely by surprise. Her intensity was shocking, how she went from submissive and pleasing to feral in a split second... I could see the hunger in her eyes. I kissed her again, grabbing her by the hair and running my tongue along the back of her teeth before I pulled her head back. "Don't. Move," I commanded and ran for my room to get my strapless. She was getting fucked. * * * An hour later we were both naked and sweaty, her cuffed but unbound form laying on top of mine as I breathed heavily, the feeldoe discarded on a pile of clothes next to the bed. We had certainly put the crib's bed frame to the test. "I want cookies," she informed me between panting breaths, her hand cupping my naked breast. "Is that just a thing with you?" I teased. It took some willpower not to correct her I want, there would be time for that later. "Yes," she laughed. "I always want cookies after good sex." "Oh so it was good then?" I prodded, giving her a squeeze. "Um, yeah - all that screaming? That was a good thing." "Hopefully my neighbors don't think I was trying to kill you," I mused. "I'll have to invest in some white noise machines and a better stereo like Seth." I wasn't sure what my misstep was at first, I felt Dani stiffen in my arms, felt her freeze... but before I could ask what was wrong, she asked me a question first. "What's your deepest fantasy?" her voice was soft, cautious. She was asking a lot of me and she didn't realize it... but at the same time, if I ignored her question, if I brushed it aside or made an excuse, it would be detrimental to the budding relationship. She had said she was trying to think up how to break up with Julian, it was a foregone conclusion - she was all but mine if I wanted her. And now, unexpectedly, after amazing sex... she was asking me to be more vulnerable than I had been in years. "I want my princess to need me," I admitted obliquely, "I want her to prove how helpless she is, how she needs to be cared for. I want to guide her and protect her." I was saying it all, telling her my secret wants, but without saying anything. Nothing concrete. There were too many ways to interpret that statement. "Will you get me cookies then?" she grinned. "I'm far too helpless to go get them myself, I need you to care for me." "Of course," I laughed, kissing her forehead and sliding out from under her. I shook my head at her silliness as I walked for the kitchen, but before I could step out of the nursery, her voice came from behind me. "And milk?" she added, batting her eyelashes at me. She was turning on the cute... and it was working. She was adorable, her hair mussed and messy with sweat, her neck and shoulders and thighs covered with bite marks that had yet to fade. Our session had been intense, but she had kept up with my energy at every turn, she had given as well as she had gotten. "Of course," I said again, savoring that image, my princess sprawled on the bed. I didn't bother putting on any clothes, the apartment windows were closed with the shades drawn, no one would see anything. I fetched her cookies and milk... and returned to a new surprise. Dani was on her knees on the mattress, her cheeks flushed and red for some reason, her eyes downcast. "What's wrong?" I asked, not understanding what could have happened in the few moments I had been away. "I had an accident," she whimpered. My eyes shot to the puddle that was spreading beneath her... and my knees went weak again. "I'm sorry. I didn't make it to the potty." I almost dropped the glass of milk. I had no idea how to respond, my brain spun in circles as I processed what I was seeing, this vision from my fantasies, this perfectly deciphered image - she had read my meaning flawlessly, had seen through my subterfuge and given me exactly what I wanted. "Are you mad at me?" her voice quavered as she looked up at me with watery eyes. I thought for a moment that her sadness was genuine... but her eyes flicked to the cookies in my hand for the briefest moment and I knew. She knew. She had seen Jess. She knew what I wanted. But she had let me lead her to it. She wasn't rejecting it. I had hope. Real hope. "It's okay, princess. I'm not mad at you," I soothed, putting the cookies and milk on the dresser and standing her up, pulling her to her feet off of the bed where her urine was spreading on the sheets. I could smell it now, she had actually debased herself for my enjoyment... and she was quivering. "But I think you should probably wear a diaper for a while, okay?" There. I took the plunge. I threw the card on the table and hoped against hope that I was right. She nodded, biting her lip. My heart soared - this was it, the moment that I had dreamed of, that I had fantasized about for so long. I took her by the wrist and led her across the hall, snagging a towel from the bathroom on the way which I spread out on my bed before laying her down. She was trembling as she lay there, exposed, in my room. I reached under the bed and pulled the bag Seth had stashed there a little closer and pulled out a bottle of powder and a DC Amor. My hands were trembling as I began to unfold it. My mouth felt dry as I spread it out, tapping Dani lightly on the hip. Sure enough, she raised her bottom so I could slide the crinkly plastic-backed garment underneath her. I moved slowly, lowering her hips onto the waiting diaper, watching as she sank into the padding every so slightly before I wiped her down with the tenderest of care I could imagine. I began sprinkling the powder over her, taking a moment to rub it in, lingering a bit to make sure she felt my attention. And then, as the moment of truth neared, my breath caught in my throat. I pulled the front of the diaper up, pulling it over her sex and smoothing the wings to either side before taping it snugly. When it was done, I rubbed my hand across the smooth padding, admiring the soft pink color that matched her wrist and ankle cuffs so well. I pulled her to a sitting position before joining her on the bed, guiding her into my lap and wrapping my arms around her. I held her tightly, my heart beating in my naked chest, my skin pressed against hers as I breathed in the scent of her - our sex, our sweat, her natural perfume, her shampoo... she was a symphony, every note perfect. "I'll never be mad about an accident, my precious princess," I whispered in her ear, my hand sliding downward to caress her padding, to reinforce these positive feelings. We stayed there for a few long moments before I carried her back to the nursery. I sat her on the floor before grabbing her cookies and milk and sitting with her, pulling her into my lap again. I held the glass in one hand and the cookies in the other, my arms around her. She took one with a shaky hand, dunking it in the milk with her trembling grasp before guiding the soggy cookie between her lips. "I'm wearing a diaper," she whispered. Fear rose in me, an irrational fear that even now she would reject me, that she would tear it off and berate me as Lauren had, but her free hand snaked down between her legs and I heard the crinkle of the padding as she caressed the diaper, feeling it while she munched on cookies. "Yes you are," I agreed. "A princess who has accidents needs to wear a diaper." I felt scared as I added to our blossoming shared fiction. "It's... soft," she breathed, the exploratory crinkles still coming as she consumed another cookie. "It's really soft and warm." "And adorable," I added. "You... you look amazing in it." I realized how weird this must seem to her, to be wearing such an infantile garment, but she had no idea how many nights fantasizing about this very moment had gotten me through. "This is stupid," she laughed a small laugh as she munched another cookie. My heart sank at the words, I felt so fragile - I felt like I might break at the slightest blow. "But I kind of want to show Jessica." My mood lightened again as she finished the thought. I was surprised at my own volatility. "I saw her in one just like this today," she continued, "that's how I knew. I had no idea they even made diapers this big." "Princesses come in all sizes," I offered, resting my chin on her shoulder as she sat in my lap, munching her treat in both hands now, like the squirrels she loved so much. "Is Jessica a princess?" she asked. "Jess is a brat," I laughed softly, "And we call her Jess when she's Little, she's only Jessica when she's pretending to be an adult. But a brat is exactly what Seth wants and it's what Jess loves." "But I'm a princess," I liked hearing the word from her lips. It felt right. "You are absolutely my precious, perfect princess, Dani," I cooed softly at her, holding the glass of milk with both hands as she took the last cookie from my grasp, dunking it and munching it. "Are you comfortable?" I asked. "More comfortable than I ever imagined," she answered, leaning back into me, melting in my arms.

That awkward moment when you're glad someone's house burned down because they're forced to move in with a friend and you ship them SO hard.

Chapter Twelve I managed to survive both Thursday and Friday without running into Aubrey, but she still sent me a text reminder that I needed to take Kailee out, and soon. A-Tech decided they wanted me to handle the firing - the C-level didn't think the directoral level would be able to handle it, especially as I had recommended that the junior management layer be eliminated entirely, along with several entire teams. Their org chart was too tall by far, and there were managers just managing managers - fine in a functional organization an order of magnitude larger, but there was a lot of dead weight in the company. If they wanted it to be fit, they'd have to trim. Thankfully for them they listened to me - I was reasonably certain the company would survive. They had interesting ideas, they had some core differentiation, they had some valuable assets.. it was promising. I was a little troubled that Seth hadn't gotten back to me about Julian, but he hated being "nagged" when doing a favor. I was wishing that I had just done the legwork myself, like I had with Dani - he was probably just busy with his day job and it got moved to the back burner since he knew that things were going reasonably well with Dani anyway. I was probably just being paranoid. Dani was busy that weekend, but Kailee - to my chagrin - was not. When I showed up at her door, she tackled me, throwing herself into my arms and nearly bowling me over. "Mommy!" she cheered, squeezing me tightly around the neck. "Hello Kailee," I smiled a smile that said 'We will have a fun time tonight if you behave'. She was wearing a very tight scoop-neck white shirt that read "I <3 Mommy" under a too-short suspender skirt. "Hewwo Mommy!" she wiggled. "Where are we goin'? Are we gonna get candy?" I stepped back and took her by the shoulders, turning her around - as I suspected, the shirt was a onesie, the bottom of it peeking out beneath her skirt... as was the edge of her diaper. I could see the blue and green pattern of a Little Paws and by the bulge, she was wet - though it was hard to tell with the onesie, she might have just doubled up on the boosters. Kailee liked her diapers to be thick. Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised to learn that she was wearing two. I pushed her gently into the apartment, spotting Aubrey looking sour on the couch. "Kailee," I said softly but sternly. "We can't go out with you dressed that way. You can wear a onesie, but not one that's so brazen. You can wear a skirt, but it has to cover your diaper." "But I don't wanna," she whined, stomping her foot. "I look cuuuuuute." "What you are doing is not okay," I crossed my arms over my chest. "We've talked about this before - it's good that you're not ashamed of your kink, but it's not okay to flaunt it in public. It's not okay that you're forcing other people to participate in your fantasy." "But mommy," she continued her whining - I hated that tone of her voice, "I like it when they look at me funny, when they know I'm just a baby." "That's not right," I scolded. "That's a consent violation. If they don't get a chance to tell you that they're willing to participate, then you are being unkind and unfair. Go change." "Nooooo," she fussed, crossing her arms and turning her back to me. "Then we're not going anywhere." "You have to!" she whirled on me, "Aubrey said you had to! You can't just change your mind, you have to take me out!" "The only thing I have to do," I countered. "Is paddle your bottom for your attitude. You don't get to decide what I have to do, just like you don't get to decide where we're going or what you're eating. Unless you want to be the boss? Is that what you want?" "No," she wilted. "I don't." "Then go change." "I don't wanna," she pouted, as if that ever worked. The evening hadn't even begun and already I was exhausted by her attitude. She was unbearable. "Aubrey," I addressed her roommate finally, stepping further into the room. "Kailee doesn't mind it when other people who are not part of the scene witness her play, I do - and so I ask you: if I spank your roommate right here, right now, as she so richly deserves - do you consent to be present and witness it, or should we move this to her room?" "You can't spank me in front of Aubrey!" Kailee objected, stomping again. "Go nuts," Aubrey shrugged. "I just want her to be happy." "Wait, no!" Kailee begged as I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the couch, gently shoving aside the corner of the coffee table so she didn't accidentally bump into it with her inevitable flailing. "Mommy, please!" "I'm not your mommy right now, Kailee," I said sternly as I pulled her over my lap. She wasn't really resisting, not really - I could tell she was reluctant, she was embarrassed, but she was flush and her breathing was rapid. She was enjoying this. "We are not together. I'm taking you out tonight because we want to be friends, remember? But you, dear girl, are being a spoiled brat." I pointed her diapered bottom right at Aubrey on the other end of the couch. She moved to the very edge to give us space, and I could see some concern on her face out of the corner of my eye. I had never disciplined Kailee in front of her before, it was always behind closed doors. I had never intended for her roommate to learn of my fetish, the fetish that Kailee also fell in love with, we had kept the play to my place. I had no idea that she had been caught until after we had broken up. "Mommy please," she pleaded, ignoring my words. Her rear would pay for that. I hooked a finger into the legband of her thick diaper - she was wearing two - and pulled it aside, exposing a little more of her bottom, and with an ever-so-slightly cupped hand, I struck her, lightly, just where the curve of her buttocks met her thigh. I gave her a few more, warming the flesh and making it nice and pink before I started in. I didn't bother even touching her other thigh, I would give her no relief - I focused all of my attention on her right leg. "We are going out tonight, little girl," my voice was even and calm as I struck her, really starting in and hitting her quite hard after her flesh was warmed. I wouldn't go too far, I wouldn't make her bleed - Aubrey was right there. "And you are going to put on a more appropriate outfit and then apologize to Aubrey for behaving the way you did." The spanking continued in full force until Kailee was yelping at every hit, squirming helplessly over my knee. As I neared the end of what Kailee could actually take without bruising or bleeding, Aubrey was wincing with each blow, clutching a pillow to her chest tightly. A soft whimper came from her when Kailee began crying in earnest. "Vanessa, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'll go change, Vanessa stop!" When I was done, I rubbed her leg gently further down and stood her up - the back of her right thigh a bright, angry red. "Go," I pointed toward the hallway. "Change." "Holy shit," Aubrey breathed after Kailee had left the room. "Holy fucking shit, Vanessa - you beat her!" "She wanted it," I pointed out. "You saw the way she was acting." "She was begging you to stop!" Aubrey was shaking, she was horrified at what she had just seen. The reaction seemed extreme... which meant there was likely some past trauma there that I wasn't aware of. I had never done any kind of recon on Aubrey - it could be anything. She seemed triggered, however, so I needed to proceed with care. One thing I did know from the past in dealing with the woman was that she did not like being spoken down to. Trying to comfort her in my usual ways would only cause her to lash out. "She enjoys begging," I pointed out reasonably. Audrey seemed unconvinced. "If she truly wanted me to stop, she would have said 'red'. We kept our safewords simple, and I know how much she can take. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she's masturbating in there right now." "Are you serious?" she asked, shocked. "This is what she wanted all along? For you to beat the shit out of her!?" "Kailee is what we in the scene call a 'brat' - and a selfish one at that, sadly," I chose to ignore Aubrey's accusation and focus on explaining rather than defending. "There's nothing wrong with bratting, as long as you still approach it with care to your partner. Kailee doesn't care if her fussing bothers me or not, it's too much fun for her." I turned to look at Aubrey directly. "It's why I broke up with her." "So you... you were actually bothered by her whining?" Aubrey had a puzzled look on her face, the shock of the violence she had just witnessed fading. Her shaking subsided - she went from triggered to mildly disturbed. "Of course - I came to take her out to dinner, not to argue about her clothing." I flexed my wrist - I had almost overdone it myself, my hand stung a great deal. Were I at home I would have gotten some ice for it, but here I had an image to maintain. "We're already twenty minutes later than I planned. I'm glad I didn't pick a place that requires reservations." "Wait, so let me get this straight... she was complaining because she wanted you to spank her? You would've stopped if she said the word 'red'?" "Of course," I nodded. "It's paramount to have a clear safeword, or a signal. Otherwise it would be abuse. I'm not abusive, regardless of what you think of me. What you just witnessed was a game. I promise, she got a thrill out of the fact that it all happened right in front of you. Are you okay? Do you need to talk about your feelings?" Aubrey looked at me in pure shock, her mouth hanging open just a bit. "I... I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? You didn't hit me ," she looked nervous, uncomfortable. "Don't hit me," she added quickly. Definitely trauma there. "I would never," I promised, "I had Kailee's consent for that, she let me pull her over to the couch, she let me turn her over my knee, she let me spank her. If she truly didn't want it, she would have struggled more, and she would have used our safeword. As for you, you just witnessed some reasonably intense violence against a person you care about deeply. It's very understandable if you're shaken. This is why I asked your permission first - permission, consent... is everything." "I see... but- " Her thought was interrupted by Kailee returning to the room, dressed in a dark blue blouse over a ragged-edged fairy skirt that fell to her shins. Much better. Without a word, I took her by the wrist, turned her around, and lifted her skirt - displaying her diaper clearly. It was wet, without a doubt now that the onesie was gone. I turned her back around to face Aubrey. "And you are going to say?" I prodded. "I'm sorry Aubrey," Kailee answered, contrite. She dragged one toe along the ground, looking down. "I'm sorry you had to listen to me fussing." "Did you... did you enjoy what just happened?" Aubrey asked, clearly concerned. Even Kailee should have been able to pick up on her anxiety. "Uh huh," Kailee grinned, the sorrowful façade dropped instantly. "Momm... Vanessa is really, really good at domination and spanking. She's better than anyone I've ever met... I love that feeling." "Thank you for being truthful," I added, standing. I looked at Aubrey, adopting my date-persona again and giving a warm smile. "I'm going to take her to dinner and we'll be back soon. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be a good girl now that she's remembered who she wants to be the boss." Kailee let out a small squeak as we walked for the door, leaving Aubrey wide-eyed on the couch. Vanillas were an interesting bunch to me, you never knew how one might react to seeing the spicier side of life - some would turn away, some would turn toward it. I wondered which one Aubrey would be.

Chapter Eleven Dani's chopstick technique was as elegant as her outfit. She had poise and control, despite the fact that she was eating the most ridiculous mayonnaise and cream cheese rolls known to man. I was a purist - I wanted good rice soaked in good wine, with good fish on top. She wanted deep fried madness - mango and peanuts, avocado and eel, sriracha and roe... she didn't order anything remotely traditional, but watching her enjoy it was delightful. She did this little dance when she bit into a new roll. I sat across from her at the cramped little table and the smile that spread across my lips at her unfettered joy was genuine. She was adorable. "Wait," I gaped, genuinely surprised as they served her another roll. "Does that actually have beef on the top of it?" It certainly smelled like beef. "Yep!" she wiggled in her seat, a side-to-side motion with a grin as big as the world on her face, snatching up a piece with her chopsticks. "They cook it with a blowtorch right on top of the roll. It's actually really, really good." Her taste in sushi was bizarre, but I was glad she was letting go. She seemed bouncier at this meal than Jess had been at hers, and Jess was certainly a Little. "So," I decided to roll the dice. "What's your purse's name?" "What?" she sputtered, choking a bit on her bite before she took a long sip of water. "What do you mean?" "Your purse," I nodded to the squirrel slung over the back of her chair. "Did you name it?" "Well," she blushed... and then mumbled something I couldn't make out. "What?" I asked, leaning forward a bit. "I couldn't hear you." "His name is Forrest," she whispered, blushing and looking away. I couldn't help it, I reached over and tucked a lock of her hair back behind her ear, pushing it away from her face. "Hey there," I said gently, revealing the barest part of my caring self. "You don't need to be embarrassed. I was pretty sure that you had already named him. I was going to guess Nutsy." "No," she laughed softly, looking up - her eyes were vulnerable but she was on the defensive - she was waiting for me to make some crack, to hurt her. I stroked her cheek gently with the back of my hand, caressing her with the lightest of touches. "I like that you named him," I spoke in a low, soothing tone. "And it's a great name. He seems like he's been a really good friend to you." Whoops. I pushed a little too far there. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Hey, Dani.. it's okay, everything's okay. I can see you're really embarrassed and I'm sorry. I think it's wonderful, and I really appreciate you being vulnerable with me." She nodded and looked down, hiding her face behind her hair. She sniffled and wiped her face before looking up, a fake smile etched on her lips. "I'm fine," she lied. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my lap and cuddle her, to hold her tight and promise her that I would never judge her, certainly not for wanting to indulge in cute things. But we weren't there yet. "It's okay to like cute things," I assured her. "It doesn't make you less of a professional, it doesn't make me respect you less, and it doesn't make you less attractive. In all honesty, you carrying that purse in the club is what made me want to talk to you initially." "Really?" her eyes were shining as she looked up at me. "You don't think it's dumb?" "Of course not," I promised, silently wishing I could throttle the "friends" who had drilled this insecurity into her. "I'm really glad you told me, I'm really glad you opened yourself up to me, and I'm really glad to meet Forrest. I'm going to make sure I have a small bag of peanuts next time we get together, just for him." That got a small laugh, which finally broke her tension. "You're silly," she laughed, "I didn't think you'd be silly - you look so important." "Appearances can be deceiving," I smiled - with no motive, no message. Just a genuine, relaxed smile before I popped a nigiri in my mouth. "But there are always little hints to the truth. Right, Forrest?" It took her a moment to recover, but she went back to enjoying her ridiculous roll with a more relaxed air. When the rolls were gone and she seemed satisfied, I ordered a small bottle of sparkling sake. "Oh, I've never tried that," she smiled. "It's for you," I informed her. "I'll have a taste, but I've got a pretty firm rule about drinking and driving - I won't drive if I've had even one drink. It's too dangerous, too easy to hurt yourself or someone else." "Yeah," she blushed - I already knew she wasn't as responsible with that as she should be, especially in the ride-sharing-app world we lived in now. "Oh, this is good." Her smile was wide and genuine as she sipped the sweet drink - so much like a Little to enjoy the sweeter things. "Why haven't I tried this before?" "That I can't say," I smirked, "but I hope to show you many things that you never knew you liked." "I'd like that, Vanessa," she laid her hand on mine and smiled a serious smile. * * * After dinner, we had gone to a stand-up comedy show. Clean jokes, puns, a little bit of topical humor - no heavy political humor, nothing terribly charged... a great night out. It had gone just as I had hoped - the seats were good, the performer was good, the company was amazing. We had cuddled close at our table as we watched, her head on my shoulder. I would say I would cherish the moment forever, but I hoped to make lots of little moments like that - moments of tenderness, of kindness. But there was a reluctance to her kiss tonight, as we stood at the door to her apartment. Something was holding her back, something was keeping her from allowing herself to fall, to lose herself. Something was bothering her. And it was almost certainly Julian. I wished I already had the dirt on him - everyone had a story, and most of them had a great big patch of darkness in it. "I had a great time tonight," she said softly as she held on to my upper arms. I enjoyed the way she looked in this shadow, her raven hair sucking the very light from the area. Her skin didn't look so tan in this light, next to that darkness, her lips so deeply red. I wanted to take her back to my place right then. To pull her into my bed and to hold her close, to find out what was weighing on her so heavily, to chase all of her problems away. To make her feel safe and secure... to make her mine. "I did too," I agreed. "I really enjoy your company, Dani. You're a sweet and kind person and I look forward to getting to know you better." "I'd invite you in," Dani said softly, looking down - she was embarrassed. "But my place is a mess." "I'm sure it's not that bad," I reassured her. Most people said that - oh, my place is so messy... but it wasn't usually true. "I don't... I spend all of my time at work cleaning up other peoples' messes, so I tend to be a little lazy at home." She was trembling a bit, she was really afraid of being judged. There was some trauma there, someone had hurt her. "If you don't feel comfortable," I kept my voice low and soft, gentle, "it's okay. You don't have to rush with me, I'm patient. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." "Well," she took a deep breath, "just... promise me you won't judge?" "I won't judge," I promised. Dani's apartment was a disaster. I had expected clutter, a mess of papers, a stack of books, a pile of mail... I hadn't expected what awaited me behind her door. She had empty food containers strewn about her living room, a pile of laundry by the front door, empty glasses and cans everywhere. There were stacks of empty Amazon boxes littered around, a clear path leading to the couch and another to the hallway that undoubtedly led to her bedroom. "Sorry," she whispered, her face a deep red. She needed someone to take care of her. She hung Forrest on a hook by the door and led me to the couch, tossing a pile of laundry on the floor. "It's clean," she assured me. "I just haven't put it away yet." "It's no big deal," I lied. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Hey, it's okay. Everything's fine." "I should've cleaned," she whispered. "I... I didn't know the date was going to go so well." "Well thanks," I teased, feigning hurt. She panicked. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing. Everything is okay. Hey, I have an idea - how about I get my laptop from my trunk and we just play a game? No pressure, no judgement. We'll just play some casual matches. You can show me your Support chops." "That sounds nice," she smiled weakly. "And next time... let's go to your place." * * * I reflected on the evening as I drove home - Dani was attractive, fun, and had so many Little tendencies that I was feeling hopeful. Julian hadn't come up once, not that I expected him to - it wasn't exactly couth to discuss one person you were dating with the other. I reasoned that her reluctance in our kiss had been embarrassment about the mess she lived in. And it was a mess. She definitely needed someone to help her handle that particular Little tendency - Seth would have flipped at that sty. Jess wouldn't be able to sit for a week if he had come home to that apartment, but Dani wasn't mine... yet. But I would have her. My resolve was stronger than ever. Playing with her had been fun - all Littles were good at playing. She had been nervous at first, but she was skilled. She was right, her micro - specifically her precision - needed work, but it wasn't hard to mitigate her mistakes. We played too late into the night, I still had to get up and face the day tomorrow, but I had been loath to leave. The sound of her laughter as we enjoyed our shared hobby was music to my ears. We won more than we lost and we quit on high spirits. But I felt like I might be lying to myself about her kiss... that same reluctance had been in our final kiss, long after I had convinced her that I wasn't bothered by her cleanliness. Which I wasn't bothered, in a way - her tidiness wouldn't be a problem once she was my Little. I'd clean up for her, she'd only have to make sure the toys in the nursery were tidy and I'd take care of everything else. I'd take care of her. I dreamt of her that night - that same candlelit room, flickering flames everywhere, but instead of Lauren waiting for me on that bed, it was Dani. Naked and vulnerable, her runner's figure lithe and toned as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. When I pulled the diaper out from under the bed and smiled at her, she smiled back. The diaper was covered with frolicking squirrels, thick and fluffy. I lifted her hips gently and slid it beneath her. I traced my finger gently around her exposed lips before I powdered her, caressing the sensitive spot where her thigh met her hip and twisting a finger delicately in her pubic hair. When I pulled that diaper closed between her legs, it was joyous - the look on her face as I fastened those tapes, sealing her in. It was an expression of contentment, of peace. I patted her padded crotch gently, rubbing my hand over the plastic backing. I was sad when I woke. I wanted that dream to be real, for her to be that vulnerable with me, to throw shame and adulthood both out the window and surrender. To be mine.