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Chapter 20: Awkward Silences Regression Echo – LittleFallenPrincess “Oh aren’t you just the most precious little thing!” The large Amazon woman said as she shuffled over to where I was sitting. I couldn’t run, if I tried jumping off this booster seat I’d probably hurt myself, but I was still ready to do so if I absolutely had to… “I… hello there, it’s… nice to meet you…” I replied, trying to sound as mature as possible. “Oh. Wait… Aren’t you like little Danielle here?” The large Amazon known only as ‘Auntie Lisa’ asked. “No Ma’am, I’m not adopted.” I replied. “And why not?” “I am a fully functioning adult in society. I have a job, I pay my rent, and I am responsible.” I tried saying all the usual things that got me out of people wanting to adopt me. “Pff. All littles should be in nappies, sucking on their mother’s breasts.” She said, causing my heart to stop for a second. “Leave the poor girl alone, just because you have some pretty archaic views…” Catherine said as she walked in, placing her hand on my shoulder. It felt… comforting. Not only the physical touch, but also knowing she had my back… that is until she inevitably turns on me like everyone else has so far. “...Doesn’t mean you need to scare this poor girl half to death.” “Sorry Cat. I… whatever. I don’t want to argue. It’s been forever and I’ve missed you.” Lisa said, taking a seat next to me. I instantly felt uncomfortable and wished I could move, but I also didn’t want to cause a fuss or anger this woman further. Her husband sat down next to her. Catherine sat down across from me, and as I smelled the food from the kitchen, Tom walked in holding a plate in either hand. “Here we go… I know it’s nothing special, so I apologise. This was all a bit last minute…” He said, placing the plates in front of their guests first, before going back for more. Once we all had a plate of food in front of us, Tom sat down in between Catherine and Danielle and looked around. “Right everyone, dig in!” He said. I looked around at everyone as they started eating. Catherine and Tom were taking small bites, taking their time. Their guests, Lisa and her husband, whose name I still hadn’t picked up on, were eating like pigs. Even the husband, the timid creature from before, was gorging himself on the dish in front of him. And Danny… she was being spoon fed hers by Tom. Every bite he took of his own, he’d turn around and feed her a couple of spoonfuls of hers. But he’d keep missing, getting pasta sauce all around her mouth. For some reason… She seemed to enjoy it. “What’s the matter sweetie? Are you okay with pasta?” Catherine asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “She just needs someone to feed her…” Said the woman next to me. “Lisa, leave her alone. She’s just probably not used to having dinner with four Amazons and her old best friend.” “Oh so that’s who she is… I wondered why you had brought a little to dinner. Especially one not in a thick nappy and a highchair.” “Look… you and Simon can raise your future littles however you want, but under my roof, Elise is safe. Please do not intimidate, threaten, demean or baby her. She’s an unadopted little who has shown no sign of immaturity.” Lisa turned back to her food and started stuffing her face again, clearly pissed at the way Catherine had talked to her. Her husband just kept eating the entire time, obviously not caring enough to get in the middle of this awkward fight. “Let me know if you want something different, hun.” Catherine said, turning back to look at me. “I’m okay, thank you Catherine… It looks lovely…” I muttered. I took a bite to show that I was okay with the food, making sure I didn’t get any down me, so that I couldn’t give Lisa any reason to adopt me. And don’t worry, I did take into consideration the fact that maybe they had laced the food with something that would either make me have an accident or regress my mind, but hey, that was the benefit of being in a time loop. If they did… I’d just wake up at the start of the day again and I’d know not to trust the food next time. But honestly, I didn’t need to worry. At least I couldn’t taste anything off with it. In fact it tasted delicious. I don’t know what Tom was talking about, he’s pretty good at cooking. But then again, I’m not exactly an award winning chef… the most I can do is put a pizza in the oven. “Is it good?” Tom asked me. I took a second to finish chewing my food and swallow it, as to not appear rude. “It’s delicious, thank you!” “I’m glad you like it! Sorry it’s all a bit last minute.” He apologised. “Hey, it’s okay! I wasn’t exactly expecting to see Danny today…” “So how do you know Danielle?” Lisa asked, butting into the conversation and cutting me off. “We… We went to university together. She was my best friend.” I replied, calmly. I saw Danny’s face drop the moment I said ‘was’. “And did you drop out… or what?” Lisa continued with the interrogation. “I finished my degree.” “Wait… what? You actually got a degree from a university? A little? Seriously? It’s like they just hand out the things these days…” “What’s your degree in, sweetie?” Catherine asked. “Psychology.” “Hahaha!” Lisa just started laughing. Her husband waited a second then joined in, as if waiting for permission to laugh. “Now that is silly…” “Well done for graduating. Danny nearly finished her degree but then it was all too much for her. She’s made a lot of progress since though!” Catherine said, sounding almost… normal. ‘Yeah, a lot of progress learning how to shit her pants…’ “You shouldn’t encourage her, Catherine!” Lisa snapped. “She should just give in and be adopted. Little’s shouldn’t be at university. They shouldn’t even make it past nursery school.” “Lisa… please stop…” Catherine sighed. “No, you know how I felt about you adopting this little one and not regressing her fully…” ‘Wait… she’s not fully regressed? So… she… she’s genuinely happy?’ “Lisa…” Growled Catherine. “There you go again with your ‘mightier than thou’ opinion on littles.” “I think you should leave…” Tom gracefully suggested. “We just arrived.” Lisa seemed offended by the suggestion. “And if you talk to our other guest like that… you’re not welcome. It was a mistake inviting you. I thought maybe in the two years I hadn’t seen you, that you’d have changed. Especially after everything that happened.” Catherine growled at her ‘friend’. “Fine. We’ll leave.” “But what about the food…” Simon whined. At least I knew his name now. “Come on, let’s go. We’re clearly not wanted here.” Lisa snapped, pushing her chair back without care, standing up and grabbing her husband’s arm, pulling him away from the table. She turned around and gave me one last dirty look before she left. Tom got up and followed them out to see they left without a fuss. Catherine turned to me and apologised. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I… I thought they’d be different after all this time…” “It’s okay. I don’t want to be any trouble.” I replied. “You’re no trouble. You just eat up and enjoy. Let’s try to forget about all that unpleasantness and enjoy the rest of this dinner.” Tom then walked back in. “They’ve gone. Sorry about that, Elise.” “It’s okay…” I repeated. “So anyway…” “I… umm… I should go…” I said, wanting to get out of this awkward situation. Everything with this couple… with Danny… It was all too much right now for me. “But you’ve barely eaten!” Danny shouted. “I… sorry. This is awkward. Seeing Danny… your friends… I… umm… sorry…” “Oh it’s okay hun, I understand. If you’d like, I could give you our number and maybe we could try this again? And at the very least, let me call you a taxi home. We’ll pay. It’s the least we can do. That way I know you got home safely.” Catherine offered. “I shouldn’t…” “Please hun, we insist.” I looked up at Danny, who looked really disappointed that I was leaving. But it hurt to see her like this. Maybe… maybe I could give it another go in the next loop? That time I’d know what to dodge and I can prepare myself for all this… “Okay. Thank you.” ------------------------------------------------- As soon as I walked out of the door, waving goodbye to Catherine, Tom and Danny, heading towards my taxi, I felt… awkward. Clearly Danielle was not fully regressed, but she was definitely happy… but why? She’d always hated the idea of being adopted. She’d hated seeing other littles be ridiculed and regressed. And now here she was, snuggling up to her Mummy after being spoon fed by her Daddy… and part of me felt like she didn’t want saving. Maybe it was some kind of hypnosis that made her want this, or maybe I just didn’t know my best friend as much as I thought I did. Maybe she wanted this life. I took one last look back to see Catherine holding a sleeping Danny, whose head was slumped over Cat’s shoulder. She patted her padded bum and carried her into the house, gently bouncing her and shushing her. Tom waved goodbye to me one last time and I felt… sad all of a sudden. Danny looked so happy, they all did… and they were so nice to me. But no doubt they’d probably regress me and mess with my mind so I was in the same dumb state Danny was in, unable to fight back. They were Amazons after all. And I couldn’t forgive them for taking Danny from me. Their front door closed and I was all alone. Just me and the cab driver waiting for me at the end of the path. “Well… maybe I’ll make it to tomorrow after all… out of this loop…” When out of nowhere, two figures walked up behind me, grabbed my arms and shoved something in my mouth. The familiar inflating feeling led me to believe they had shoved one of those dummies in my mouth, the one that quickly fills it up, making it impossible to fight back or scream. “Come on sweetpea, don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re as loved as Danielle, even more so. Maybe you two can even have a playdate sometime?” ‘Wait… I know that voice… SHIT!’ I looked up to see Lisa and Simon, each holding one of my arms as I was being dragged off in the direction of the taxi, kicking and screaming. But it was to no avail, Catherine and Tom couldn’t hear me. No one could with this damn dummy in my mouth. “You’re going to be our little baby girl. Especially after the way you talked to Mummy at dinner… you little brat…” Lisa snarled. The cab door was opened and I was flung into the back seat. Before I could get up or fight back, Lisa climbed in the back with me, holding me down as Simon walked around to the other side. “Oh… this is the cab for Elise?” The taxi driver said, turning around to see me struggling and being held down by this large woman. “Yup. This is Elise. And we’re her Mummy and Daddy.” Lisa answered. “Okay, where are we going then, Ma’am?” The cab driver asked, not giving a shit that I was clearly being kidnapped by these arseholes. Lisa gave him an address, somewhere on the other side of the city, somewhere nowhere near my apartment… or anywhere I could escape to. “Simon, hold her down, I know just what will get her to calm down…” Lisa said as Simon grabbed my arms and held me in place as I struggled, mumbling with the dummy still in my mouth, which was still pressing my tongue down and preventing me from making any more noise. I looked up at Lisa, who was currently flicking through her phone to find something. She must have quickly found what she was looking for, because her face lit up with the biggest grin as she pressed a button and turned the screen to face me. All I could see was… oh shit… no… please… no… The dazzling stars… the pretty lights… oh here we go again… well maybe tomorrow will be different? Just… Ellie… Elise… remember… remember to… not trust them… I was so entranced by the colours on the screen, by the swirling pattern I could see behind the colourful cast of babyish characters… that I didn’t even feel myself let go and wet myself. I didn’t even care that I had. It was warm, and Mummy would change me… Mummy would… ========================================================== ? I mean... it was obvious... but hey, I like to please people. Question is... is this the last loop? Are there no more loops? If there are, how many are left? All this and more on the next exciting episode of 'How mean can Miss Fallen be to her readers?' OH AND SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE!!!!!! Remember to look out for my new story on Friday! First chapter will be posted! Eeeee I'm so excited! 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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Chapter 23: The New Not-So-Normal In the lab: “Ok, so what have we learned for last month’s fucking fiasco?” Maria plainly states. “Well we’ve learned that giving anyone control of a human being based upon pubic hair leads to some sticky situations.” Mark begins. “We’ve learned that we have put too much focus on Samantha’s body changes and not enough into our original projected goal of attitude improvement.” “We’ve learned that Amanda, regardless of any programming is probably the “best” of us.” “We’ve learned that better controls MUST be in place in regard to having project supervision. In other words, we need a bigger staff, ok, I’m done.” Mark concludes. “We also learned to NEVER fuck with Gina Belford.” Janet says deadpan serious. “So Doc, where do you want to go from here?” Maria asks “Well I hate to say it but as many Um, obstacles we’ve run up against with Samantha Johnston, she’s really improved. I mean we certainly wouldn’t want another project to spin this far out of control but the overall objective has been met. Her attitude is completely changed. Her staff likes coming to work. Her project is already two weeks ahead of schedule after only a month. It’s a very unqualified success.” “What do we do now? Start reversing everything to get everyone back to their correct place, and underwear?” Maria laughs. “I don’t think so Maria. Did you know that Amanda is dating? The guy doesn’t know about anything yet but she’s going to eventually have to tell him. She and Samantha found a larger house just a mile away from this one and they wouldn’t hear it that maybe they shouldn’t be roommates anymore.” “Wow Doctor, I didn’t know about the guy, Samantha told me about the house.” “So what about the company pool party at your house?” “Well for starters Bridget will NOT be attending. I’ve taken that child well in hand.” Janet says with a stern look. “Secondly with everyone knowing about Samantha I don’t see any reason to not host it or leave anyone out.” In the office: “Gina thanks for the help with that presentation. I think they liked not hearing me for an hour. Splitting it up between us gave them a break.” “Yes ma’am. I’m glad I got to be more involved.” “How’s everyone doing out there?” “Well Doctor to be honest, we all miss Wendy. But like Amanda said, she crossed a line and she needed to go. I’m sure she’s doing a good job in Linda’s department.” “I’ve heard she is.” Gina takes her leave and shuts the door knowing it’s time for Dr Johnston’s feeding time. “Well aren’t you just a sweetie.” Amanda says as Samamtha lays down to nurse. “Yup! I think everyone is getting along better and it’s all because of you and these!” She says pointing at her diaper. “So do you think it’s best to keep wearing those? We can go back to pull-ups baby.” “No, I don’t see the point. I’m almost always wet and these mean I don’t have to change so much. It’s ok. They kinda make me feel safe and secure, no worries about leaks anymore.” “Ok, well if you ever want to try potty training, you know I’ll help.” Arriving home Amanda sees a package on the porch. “I think it came!” Grabbing the package and entering the house she turns to Samantha with a big smile. “Ok girl! You know the pool party is this weekend right?” “I do?” “And you were so worried about what you could wear since you need your swim diaper?” “Yes?” “Ok! So here’s what I got you!” Opening the package she pulls out the cutest bikini Samantha’s ever seen. It’s got a halter top in white with blue trim and a pink bow on the front. The bottoms are blue with a faux skirt covering the upper thigh. “I love it!” “And see, this bottom should cover all or at least most of your swimmer, with your curves and this suit. Aww, it’s just gonna be adorbs!” “Thank you!” She grabs Amanda hugging her. “Now to decide what I’m wearing to deal with these two.” Amanda says looking at her breasts. “Amanda... are you bringing your new boyfriend to the party?” “I haven’t decided. I know you are nervous to meet him, that’s why I’ve stayed at his place on nights we go out instead of coming here. But I really like him and I just know you will too.” “Does he know about those.” Points at her breasts. “Well yes silly. He’s noticed that they leak when I’m.... excited.” “Does he know about these?” Points down at her diaper. “Not yet.” I’m working us towards that. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Needing these and making it weird for you to have a boyfriend.” “Oh don’t be silly. You’re my girl right?” “Yeah.” “Well my girl comes first! If he doesn’t understand then he will leave. It’s pretty easy, Now let’s go poop so we can take a bath.” At the pool party... “Aren’t you just darling?” Charlotte says as she walks by the pair on the couch in the changing room of the pool. Samantha is nursing from Amanda in her new bikini while Amanda is wearing a “pin up sailor” type bikini. The pair rejoin the rest of the party goers out on the deck. Samantha’s swimsuit is a hit, many giving her compliments on her cute figure as well. No one mentions her “swimmer” and Samantha is no longer nervous. Walking away from the bar she turns around and runs right into Wendy. “Oh I, uh.” (Bladder empties) “Um, hi Wendy.” “Hi Doctor.” Wendy looks just as embarrassed as Samantha is, though Samantha is nervously trying to cover her cleavage and has her toes turned inward. “Um I hope you are doing well in your new department. Linda said they all like you there.” “I do, thanks.” “Ok, cool.” Samantha starts backing away to leave. “Hey Doctor.,” Wendy says moving closer to her former boss. “Uh... yes?” “I just wanted to say.” “NOTHING, you wanted to say nothing... come on Samantha.” Amanda grabs her hand and pulls her away. “Come on, let’s go swim.” Amanda says smiling at Samantha. Nightfall and most of the party goers have already left. “She out huh?” Janet says watching Samantha sleeping on a lounge chair by the pool. “Yeah, I went ahead and changed her over to a regular diaper. I don’t think anyone noticed. I know she didn’t.” Amanda laughs at the sleepy girl. “That’s really cute.” “Oh thanks. She loves her new wardrobe.” Samantha is wearing a pair of pink “babydoll overalls” with a short white t-shirt, her diaper is easily exposed at the buckles. “My, that looks like a THICK diaper.” “They are, but she pees a lot. They are perfect. AND they are really cute so she likes them even more.” “Wanna just stay here tonight? Your date is still chatting with Maria and her husband.” “Umm, could he stay!?” “Of course.” “Then ok.” “Ok, you get him and I’ll take care of this little cutie.” 30 minutes later and Amanda is walking out of the bathroom in one of Janet’s negligés. Her boyfriend Nick looks like his eyes are about to come out of his head looking at her. “Damn baby!” He finally says. “Yeah, this is all Charlotte could find. Let’s just say that Janet is much smaller than me.” The champagne colored satin material is stretched to the max trying to contain her curves. Her areolas are peeking out of the top and sides of the small triangles leading to thin straps over her shoulders. Her breasts have pushed the front of the gown up and out making what should be a thigh length gown stop just below her sex on the front and you can see the bottom curve of her ass in the back. As she sits down in the bed, Nick sees a bead of milk break the surface of the material. “You’re leaking baby.” “Oh I know.” She reaches for a towel by the bed and pulls the top down to try to stop the flow. “So Maria was talking to me outside.” “Oh?” “Yes. She said you started lactating a while ago and that you donate your milk to the woman’s center.” “That’s right.” “I think it’s awesome. That’s really sweet of you.” “Lemonade from lemons, well more like melons.” She says with a laugh. “Um anyway Javier mentioned your roommate Samantha has special needs or something?” “What? No, she isn’t handicapped?” Nick laughs, “No, that’s not what they meant. She’s in diapers and you take care of her.” “Uh Um well ok, see...” “It’s ok! Maria explained it all.” He leans over and kisses her, “Now, let’s see if you leak down here as much as you’re starting to leak up here.” He says sliding one hand to her slit and another to her right breast. “Hmm, getting there.” An hour later: Down the hall Samantha wakes with a start. “Amanda?” She calls out in the dark room. “Amanda?” She says quieter a little nervous about waking up in a dark room... Her nervousness runs straight to her bladder and it empties into her diaper. “Amanda!” She calls out louder. She starts crying in the unfamiliar dark room. “Hey hey! It’s ok, I’m right here.” Amanda runs to her side. “I wath athleep on your lap and then I woke up in the dark alone!” She says around her thumb. “Baby, what did I say about sucking your thumb? Where’s your little bunny buddy? “I don’t know. I wasn’t in here when I went to sleep.” “Ok, let’s find a light, there we go!” Flipping the switch. “Now there is your diaper bag. Let’s get your bunny.” Reaching in her bag she pulls out a pink paci with a bunny on it. “Here baby.” Samantha starts sucking on it. “Ok now, I’ll leave a light on for you. Go to sleep.” “Can’t I thleep withh you?” “Not tonight baby. Nick’s in my bed.” Samantha pouts, but lays her head down. “Ok goodnight.” “Goodnight” Samantha wakes again to the sun peeking in her window. She lays there for a bit looking around the room. “I’m not thaying in here anymore.” She climbs out of bed her diaper very saggy from being so full and heads out of the door to find Amanda. “Oh my God baby! Yes, yes, right there!” Amanda says as she’s riding cowgirl on Nick. Suddenly they both start laughing “You trying to drown me?” Amanda looks down to see milk is all over Nick’s chest some has sprayed the headboard, the pillows, his face, it’s everywhere. “Maybe, but death by drowning on my tits wouldn’t be the worst way to go.” She starts sliding back and forth again. “Mmmm, that’s it baby. Right there.” She says “Yeah right there I’m about to.. to... CUM. Oh God that’s it... oh Nick, God, that is great!” “Hmph” breaks the moment. Both look over to see Samantha standing next to the bed watching. She starts sucking on her paci really hard when they both look at her. “Uh, do I need to get up or what’s going on?” He says to Amanda. “What is it Sammi?” “I’m wet and I’m really hungry. You didn’t give me milky last night and I want it now.” She plops her paci back in her mouth. “We’ll come here and let’s get you changed. Actually, let me nurse you first.” Samantha is laying with her head on Amanda’s lap nursing. Nick is watching from his side of the bed with curiosity. “Does that hurt?” Looking at Samantha feeding. “No, it actually feels pretty good. They get so full they hurt.” Samantha is fed and she’s cuddling with Amanda who is laying in the middle of the bed with Nick to the right. “So now we wait.” She whispers to Nick “For?” “She will have to poop soon.” “And you change her after that?” “Yup. This is our morning routine.” “Is it gross?” “Not really, I mean, it’s poop but hers is mostly my breastmilk so it’s not too bad, either way, you’ll find out soon.” “Ok, she’s all done, can you hand me her diaper bag?” Nick passes the bag over Samantha laying on her back with her onesie pulled up and her diaper folded down. Samantha looks at Nick getting embarrassed about what he must think seeing her bare mound, a wet and dirty diaper, and she’s grown! But she notices that he isn’t really looking at her as anything other than a little girl getting changed by her mommy. “All cleaned and changed baby!” Amanda says snapping her onesie closed. “So what did you think? Gross, not gross?” “I mean it was cute. You two are just adorable.” Nick says leaning in for a kiss. “Ok little girl. I’m not wearing clothes under these sheets so I need you to step out or close your eyes so I can get up.” Nick says to Sammi. She closes her eyes and starts sucking really fast on her paci. “I like him mommy.” She says when he shuts the bathroom door. “I do too. And honestly I can’t believe how good he was about all of this.” Until Next Time...

Chapter 22: Being Crowned “Potty Princess” In the lab: “I cannot believe my niece would do all of this?” Janet is reviewing the video that Mark pulled up from last week. “Did you know about this? She looks at Maria. “No way!” “Mark? You’re always watching and touching yourself! You should have called me!” “No Doctor, while I DO enjoy the “Roommates” show I don’t actually watch it all the time. I have other projects too.” “I know, I’m sorry, I just can’t believe this.” Janet says with a blush at her loss of her temper. “Well what do we do? I mean Samantha let a CHILD do all of THIS to her. How could she?” “Um, us..” Maria says. “We “made” her this way. Shy, self conscious, afraid of punishment, hell, once she saw your nieces haircut down below she was putty in her hands.” “Well we can’t let her do that kind of stuff with a minor, it’s borderline illegal.” Janet says. “Well I am pretty sure it wasn’t sexual Doctor. It looked more like two kids playing. Now Bridget is a natural dominate, I won’t disagree there but I think she just liked the control, not that anyone was having sexual thoughts.” Mark says trying to calm Janet’s mind. “Maybe, but I will deal with Bridget.” After a long pause: “Now, Samantha has shown marked improvement to her staff and everyone to be honest, but it looks like that only happens when Amanda is there to correct her when she goes astray. I saw her outburst with Gina in the elevator last week. Something still needs tweaking there.” “I agree.” Mark said pulling up the video. “Gina... maybe you are just getting forgetful in your old age.” “Doctor.” “Hush.” Samantha holds up a finger.. “You know reviews are later this week and yours will reflect this “forgetfulness”.” Mark stops the video as we see Gina looking like she will cry. “Ugh..” Maria says “So what do we do?” “Well I’ve been thinking of something pretty drastic.” “Well let’s hear it Mark!” “Ok Maria, I was thinking about how she’s in diapers and pull-ups fulltime. We’ve adjusted her diet to breastmilk leaving her not particularly needing to eat anything else. So she mostly has limited food. We’ve seen that Amanda has her trained to defecate in the morning and then before her bath at night.” Mark pauses in his dramatic way.. “yyyas?” Maria says... “I say we change her “schedule” to her needing to “go” within 30 minutes of feeding. That might cause some “uh ohs” further humiliating her.” “Holy shit Mark.” “Well I said it was drastic.” “How long will that take to put in effect?” Janet asks. “At this point the nanobots can do just about anything within 17 hours.” “Wait, we’re considering this?” Maria says “Why not? She needs to be a little more on edge and this just might be the “dump” of reality check she needs.” Janet says. “You got it.” Mark uploads the program. Back in Samantha’s office the next afternoon: “All clean!” Amada pats the front of Samantha’s pull-up as she finishes cleaning up up from using her potty. “Does Maria ever say anything about all the measurements you give her?” “Yeah, mostly that you seem completely healthy, you just pee a lot. She runs tests on your pee what? Every couple weeks when we go to the clinic. Everything is fine there too. Your journal is about a repeat everyday. Pee a lot, poop in the morning and at night. Pet your kitty in the shower in the morning... rinse repeat.” “Ok. I wish there was something “wrong” so that we could fix me.” Samantha starts looking sad.. “Fix you? Uh! Don’t you like being my sweet girl?” Samantha starts to smile... “That’s what I thought. Speaking of, come over here and get this pressure off these boobies!” Samantha runs to the couch to have her afternoon feeding. “Ok, all done. Let’s get you in a fresh pull-up so I can go start running that summary report.” Samantha, in a new pull-up heads over to her desk. “You were a thirsty girl today, but I had lots of milk too so it all works out. Like your tummy and my titties are connected!” She starts giggling. I’m going to use the restroom and then I’ll come get that report thumbdrive” Amanda says walking out of the office. “Ok so let’s get this... what’s wrong?” Samantha is sitting at her desk leaning one way then the other... “Um, I, .... I need to poop!” Samantha says holding her tummy. “What?! You don’t ever need to at work? I don’t,... “ Samantha bends over at her waist at her desk.. “ok! Ok! Hang on!” She grabs her potty and puts it on the floor. “Here, hurry, I don’t want to deal with poop in a potty I sure as hell don’t want to deal with it on your bottom.” Samantha dashes for the potty and after just seconds lets out a big sigh... “Ahh” she says. Suddenly embarrassed about pooping in her office she turns beet red and some pee dribbles out... “Ok, um, we gotta do something about this.” Amanda says picking up the potty. “And the smell.” She adds. “Ok, this candle should help mask the smell and I’ve put your poop in one of your diaper baggies. We need a permanent solution if this keeps happening. And know my girl, it will.” It’s early July and Samantha is now pooping 30 minutes after she eats regularly. Mark from IT found an air purifier that eliminates the smell for Samantha’s office under the guise of the air needing to be “sanitized” for the delicate equipment Dr. Johnston is working with on her project. He didn’t ask too many questions and Amanda is certain he’d NEVER guess it was because Samantha poops in her office. Wednesday 8AM “Samantha, I’m going to have to leave for the day.” Amanda says as she walks in the office with coffee for Samantha. “What? Why? All day?” Samantha doesn’t ask these questions with anger, she’s worried about having her there to take care of her. “Who will take care of you know?” “My mom was in a wreck and I have to go to the hospital to check on her. I’m sorry.” “Oh no! No you need to go. I’m sorry I was so selfish about you leaving.” “Ok thanks. Um, I didn’t bring any milk with me for you to eat, I thought you know, you’d be getting it from the “tap”. I’m sorry.” “It’s ok. I’ll skip a meal or find something around here.” “Ok, sorry again.” “Stop! Go take care of your mom!” 11AM “Hey Doctor, would you like to eat with us?” Gina asks Samantha as she’s heading back from the water cooler. “Oh! Um, sure. What’s for lunch?” “Well we were thinking that Mexican place on the corner.” Wendy says. “Unless you are above eating somewhere like that.” “No. I eat Mexican.” Samantha says though in truth it’s been weeks since she’s eaten anything other than breastmilk and bland foods... “Well then let’s go! Anita said she’d drive. She has a minivan.” Rachel says with a laugh. 1 hour later the group gets off the elevator and head back to their workstations. Samantha walks in her office smiling that she actually had a good lunch with her staff. “Knock knock” Gina steps in the room. “Doctor you’d asked about us all meeting to discuss the new Stage IV plans.” “Oh yeah. Yes. 12:30 work for you?” “We will all be there, unless you wanted to wait for Amanda?” “Hmm, she’s with her mom at the hospital, let me text her, don’t bother everyone with the meeting time till I hear back.” “Hey, how’s she doing?” “Hey! I was just about to text you. I’m heading out now. Just some bumps and bruises.” “Oh that’s great news! I was worried about her.” “Hey where are we at on that staff meeting about Stage IV?” “Oh, uh well Gina just asked me if we needed to postpone.” “No way! I’ll be there shortly!” “Ok I’ll tell her to get it set up.” “You’ll ASK her baby... lol” “Right. I’ll ask her. “ “Speaking of “baby” everything going ok down there?” “Yes, I’ve only used one pull-up all day.” “Wow! Great! Ok, see you in a little bit.” “Gina, Let’s go ahead and plan on 1. Amanda is already on her way back.” “Will do!” 1PM “Doctor? Are you ready?” Wendy asks at the closed door to Samantha’s office “Just a minute!” Samantha says behind the door... Samantha has her hands full... She’s holding her tummy sitting at her desk. Maybe the spicy Mexican food was a bad idea after all. 1:15PM she comes out of her office to the main conference table. “There you are” Rebecca says. “All set?” “Where’s Amanda?!” Samantha practically yells. Rebecca raises an eyebrow at Samantha’s raised voice “I don’t know, she still isn’t back.” “You ok over there?” Wendy looks at Gina who for some reason has a smug look on her face. “Oh... “ Samantha holds her tummy... her forehead has a sheen of sweat on it.. Gina steps over to her.. “Doctor? I hate to say it, but you look like you need to go poop.” Samantha now has both hands on the table. Gina continues “Well? Go poop if you need to.” “I.... I... “ Samantha leans forward over the table... “I can’t...” “My my, looks like miss high and mighty needs to use the potty.” Gina circles behind Samantha like a lioness stalking prey... Wendy, Rachel and Rebecca look in astonishment at Gina’s blatant disrespect. “Oh I know ALLL about your little secret Sa-Man-Tha.” Gina giggles. “Wanna guess who was in the stall next to you at the Christmas Party?” Samantha’s looks at Gina wide eyed Gina leans in and whispers in her ear “You ruined my velvet shoes with your piss.” Rebecca looks at Wendy hoping someone heard her. Wendy and Rachel shrug.. they all missed it. “So... let’s do some “intellectual reasoning” with our “small minds” girls.” Gina stands Samantha up and unbuttons her jacket pulling it off her shoulders and drops in on a chair. “Now let’s see, Wendy saw you leaving the clinic where Nurse Ponce said that you needed to wear whatever panties Amanda bought you, and that you wear girls size 12, right Wendy?” Wendy just nods her head up and down... She unbuttons her blouse and pulls it off quickly dropping it on her jacket. “And then you went from running to the bathroom every 10 minutes to NEVER using the bathroom here at all.” Gina reaches for the button on Samantha’s pants. “And of course *I* know about the Christmas Party...” zipping down her pants. “So I bet I can guess what kind of panties you are wearing now. And I bet I know how I’ll find them when I pull these down.” Grabbing the waistband of her pants. Samantha looks over at Gina with tears rolling down her cheeks.. Gina smiles at her... looks at the rest of the room. “Girls, let’s see what Doctor Brat has on under her professional suit”... Samantha looks at the room who is clearly *not* going to help and then to Gina “peese don’t..” Pushing the slacks down revealing a Disney Princess GoodNite all the girls stifle giggles.. “And I see it’s doing it’s job.” Gina says prodding the wet indicator. “I.... I.... I gotta poo-poo.” Is all Samantha says through her tears... “Then GO!” Gina says. “Go use the toilet.” Samantha looks towards the restroom but doesn’t budge. Maria’s command that she doesn’t use toilets too powerful to follow the direction from Gina. “Well? What are you waiting for girl?” Gina turns her from the table to face her. “It isn’t right for a girl to hold her poop. This is something my grandkids would do. Not a grown woman? What’s wrong with you child? That’s it; you are a child. A little bratty child that pretends to be an adult.. a child tha...” Samantha’s nervous bottom can’t take anymore. She lets out a long wet fart that turns into a complete emptying of her bowels into her pull-up. It swells to the bursting point not meant for anything more than pee. Samantha sighs and even has a little smile at the release of her bowels. Then just as quickly she turns beet red looking at her staff staring at her full pull-up starting to sag. “What.... The.....Fuck....” Wendy says as if speaking for the whole group. Samantha is frozen to the spot. Afraid that any movement will cause her pull-up to fail. “Well then, I guess we’ve answered all questions.” Gina says flatly. “I never would have thought this..” “What’s that Gina?” Rachel says “I’ve spent a career metaphorically wiping noses and bottoms of staff members and supervisors alike. And now it looks like I’m going to have to actually change the diaper of my boss.” Gina leads Samantha to the side of the conference table. “Please tell me you have another pull-up in your office.” Samantha just nods “yes”. “Good. Rachel, go in her office and grab it please. I’d say it’s probably in that pink bag that Amanda is always following her around with.” Rachel sets the bag on the table next to Samantha who is now laying on her back. The cold table causing her nipples to stiffen. Tearing the pull-up from the sides, Gina peels it down between Samantha’s spread legs. Seeing her bare slit Rachel and Rebecca both let out an “Awww” followed by giggles. Wendy just stares at the show. Gina deftly changes her from poopy pants to a fresh diaper. Standing her up she removes her bra and all four women take a moment to see their once “larger than life” director for what she is. A spoiled little brat pretending to be an adult. “You know what girls?” Gina has a sly look on her face. “I think our little dictator here needs a subjective review.” 20 minutes later Samantha is tearfully reading Rebecca’s employee review. Gina reviewed the staff but Samantha lined out much of what was written adding derogatory comments of her own before forwarding to HR. “She’s a generally lazy employee always looking for a way to get out of work.” Sniffle sniffle. “KEEP READING” Gina says sitting on the couch in Samantha’s office. “She, she... OH Please Rebecca, please.!” SHE SAID KEEP READING! Rebecca says in almost a growl, “She is the laziest employee I’ve ever had the displeasure to have on staff. I request dismissal or at least a transfer.” Dropping the file to the floor Samantha crying says “That’s it, that’s all there is.” Gina who has moved the couch to the side of the room stands and walks over to Samantha’s office chair “Now It’s Wendy’s turn.” Samantha has been over the knee of Rebecca receiving a spanking while reading her review aloud. Wearing nothing but her now wet diaper Samantha stands up and moves out of Rebecca’s way while Wendy takes a seat. Samantha begins to lay down across her lap but Wendy stops her. “Not like that. I want you on your knees.” As she slides the chair back to the bookshelf. Samantha drops to her knees in front of Wendy. She reaches for the file “Wait!” Wendy shouts. Reaching down she slides Samantha’s diaper to her knees. Wendy’s mind racing “Fuck it” she says aloud as she slides her chair forward, lifts up her skirt showing her panty less slit puffing with excitement. She has a thick, overgrown bush, Samantha looks at it in awe. “How about *I* read it and you use that forked tongue for something better than your bullshit words.” At that she grabs Samantha by the back of the head and starts rubbing her juices all over her face, using her nose as a phallus. “Now, where were we, oh yes.” reading from her file. “I can’t say enough about the poor work ethic.....” Everyone watches in shock at Wendy’s way of “coming out” to the staff along with how she is dominating Samamtha.. 1 hour later Amanda walks off the elevator to see all of the staff at their workstations. Busy as bees. As she makes her way towards Samantha’s office she notices the looks of everyone and then a “uh huh.” From Rachel as she reaches the closed office door. She also saw Samantha’s jacket sitting at the conference table. Opening the door she sees Samantha’s chair empty and her couch has been moved. She sees the potty on the floor next to her desk and her diaper bag sitting out in plain view. “What in the world?” She asks the room. She is startled to hear whimpering from her left and looks over to see Samantha standing in the corner wearing nothing but a sign on her back that says “Potty Princess” and someone has put a little tiara on her head. She has a diaper around her ankles. “Samantha? What happened?” Samantha starts crying anew at the sound of Amanda’s comforting voice and pee pours down to her waiting diaper absorbing all obit a little that splashes on the carpet and wall. “Mm....Mmm....Mommy!” She cries out through her tears. Amanda grabs the naked girl and pulls her to her breasts holding her tight. “Baby, I need to get you fixed up and I need you to be a big girl for a minute.” Amanda says grabbing the diaper bag and laying Samantha down. “Now tell me what happened.” Shes quickly putting a diaper on and not seeing her clothes grabs out a onesie dress from the bag. “I... I... pooped in my pull-up in front of everyone.” Samantha admits and starts crying again. Despite her best efforts to get Samantha ready in a hurry Amanda feels the let down and two dark stains appear on her green silk blouse. “Shit” she says as she looks down. “Okay, ok, come here.” She pulls open her blouse unsnaps her bra and puts Samantha on her right breast. An hour later Samantha is asleep on her couch with her thumb in her mouth softly sucking. Amanda, as serious as she can look with two dark stains and two very engorged nipples poking out enters the main office area after closing the door. “Who in the fuck do you people think you are?” “Now just a minute Amanda.” Gina stands and walks towards her. “She’s had it coming for a year.” “Had it coming? Had it coming? She’s been a brat yes. Maybe a little humiliation, sure. But SPANKING her in her own office? And YOU!” Pointing at Wendy, “Making her eat your pussy?” Wendy looks down turning pink cheeked. “You all will be fired and YOU ought to be arrested. Now, the first thing I’m doing is calling Janet. Then I’m calling the pol..” “So she didn’t tell you about the video she made?” Rachel steps forward. “What? What video?” “Here. Watch this and then tell me what you want to do.” Handing her cellphone Amanda starts the video showing Samantha on all fours crawling around her office with her diaper at her knees. She is singing a song in a childish voice talking about being a “big girl” and getting to wear panties someday. When she gets around to the camera (being held by Rachel) she says “Mrs Rachel, I was a bad little girl. Will you please spank my big bottom? Maybe I can learn how to be a big girl with your help!” The video stops. “Scroll to the next one.” Samantha, now sitting on her potty is vigorously rubbing her quite obvious wet slit while pee dribbles into her potty. “Sammi is a bad girl. Sammi needs to control her temper and control herself! Sammi pees in diapers all night like a baby but she rubs her excited little bald slit every morning like a slut.” She bites her lip as she cums “Oh I wish Mommy was here to see me be so big! I’m cumming for mommy! I’m not just a baby, I’m a big girl too!” The video stops to Samantha smiling looking down at her slick fingers and giggling. Amanda hands the phone back. She says nothing and walks to the elevator. 30 minutes later she walks in Samantha’s office to find Samantha grunting on her knees. Amanda doesn’t say anything and just watches her poop in her diaper. “All done Sammi?” “Yeth Mommy!” Samantha says around her thumb. Amanda silently changes her disposing the used diaper and dirty wipes. “Let’s get you home.” Samantha looking at her once terrified staff just waves as she pees a little walking towards the elevator with a thumb in her mouth in her “Cosplay pink magical girl” onesie. Her staff looking at their once terrifying boss walking behind her “Mommy” sucking her thumb. Amanda and Samantha hear laughter as soon as the doors shut. Amanda doesn’t bother trying to sneak her boss out of the building today. That time has surely passed. In no time; the entire company will know about her diapers. “Samantha, why don’t you take off that crown before we reach the lobby?” “Cauth I’m ttha Potty Printhess” she says around her thumb. “Mith Gina theth tho.” Sitting in the car on the way home Samamtha lays her head over and falls sleep. Amanda pulls up Maria’s contact information and makes a call. In the lab “I’m sorry Janet, I can’t stay. I have to go talk to Amanda NOW. Maria says picking up her purse. “What’s going on?” Mark says “Well while I was with patients and you two were at the new office location it looks like Gina and the rest of the girls finally got back at Samantha for all her bitching. Better look at the camera feeds. I’m going to make sure Amanda doesn’t come in here with a gun tomorrow.” Roseland “And THAT is why it’s ok Amanda. Do you understand?” Maria finishes talking to Amanda on the couch. “I... I guess so. It’s just that Samantha is MINE, I take care of her. And I don’t like the idea of anyone disciplining her but me. They need to understand that.” “Ok. I will talk with all of them and stress how important it is that you handle all discipline and all feedings and changings ok?” “Ok. Thanks for helping me Maria.” Maria on speaker phone driving “Fuck Janet, that was close! I’m driving back now. We gotta make some changes.” Amanda lays down next to her “Sammi”, unbuttons her blouse and bra and nestles her lips to her nipple. As she sleepily starts nursing Amanda says “That’s right. You are MY baby.” Samantha giggles around her nipple and keeps drinking. Until Next Time...

I’ve been an Abdl for years—as long as I can remember, and for much of my life I’ve tried to keep it on the DL. I got married a few years ago to a wonderful woman, and I recently revealed the “mommy” portion of the kink. She had me breastfeed, asked me to call her mommy, the whole deal. She was really into it, though I didn’t mention anything about diapers at that point. I’m still feeling terrified. Do I tell her the rest, or do I take this slow?

@Little Sherri -- don't change it now!!! We've come to know you as Little Sherri -- anything else is sacrosanct! You're well established and well loved.

Chapter 24: One Happy Family.. It’s been 6 months since the pool party. Amanda is standing in a wedding gown looking at herself in the mirror before heading down the aisle. Samantha is standing next to her as her Maid of Honor. “You look great!” Her white gown is a princess style with sequins on the bodice and enough toile to make a Disney Princess jealous. Her massive breasts look quite elegant in this dress. She’s wearing heels “Thank God Nick is 6’4” she says looking at how much she towers over Samantha. “You look very grown-up.” She says. While Amanda looks like she’s about to be crowned, Samantha looks like she’s about to walk on the set of a Spy movie. Her red dress shows some cleavage, has a fitted waist and a slim form fitting “pencil skirt”. It was altered to make room for the diaper she has on underneath. “Ok, I’m heading out there. See you in a minute!” Amanda laughs “Samantha.” “Ugh” she hands Amanda her bunny buddy. “You can’t have your paci at the wedding silly.” The wedding is beautiful, everyone says Amanda is the happiest bride. Nick, looks like he’s in heaven with his new wife. He’s dancing with Samantha looking like he’s dancing with the flower girl with the height difference. Back home Amanda walks Maria through taking care of Samantha while they are on their honeymoon. “There’s plenty of breastmilk frozen or in the fridge. She didn’t drink as much at night as the morning. And make sure she poops! The more she goes here the less you have to deal with in public! God nothing like changing her at the mall or a store!” “Amanda! She’s in good hands. We’ve all got your back!” Maria says as she walks to her car. “You two lovebirds just enjoy yourselves! Oh and Nick?” “Yes ma’am?” “Suckle those sexy Mommy Milkers! You know, do that girl right!” She jumps in her car and cranks up some Chris Brown... Amanda and Nick just laugh as she drives away. Later that night.. Samantha is laying on her back nursing from Amanda while Nick sits on the other side stroking her naturally platinum blonde hair. “You did great Sammi” he tells her as she’s starting to drift off... Amanda nods to the diaper bag while she switches nipples for Samantha to nurse. Nick sets everything out and walks to the kitchen to get a diaper baggy. Walking in the room Samantha just finished pushing out the last of her poop. “We ready?” He asks. “Yup. Let me move her” “No baby, I got it.” “You sure?” “Yup. I’ve watched you so long I think I know the drill.” Nick pulls the tapes from her diaper and then lifts her legs. His size makes short work of getting Samantha’s diaper area cleaned, powdered, and encased in a fresh pink diaper. He holds up a pink t-shirt but Amanda shakes her head so he lays it by the bed. “Just in case she wakes up and wants it.” Amanda smiles at his thoughtfulness. “You’re gonna make a great daddy someday baby.” She says smiling at him, and leaning to kiss Samantha goodnight. “I love you baby.” “I thought I already was?” He says leaning down and kissing Samantha on her cheek. “Goodnight sweet girl, I love you.” He says as he stands up. As they walk towards the door they hear a sleepy little voice say around her paci, “I wuv you too daddy.” The End

@~brian~ Hi Brian. Yes, it's true many words in languages vary. Even when translated, the meaning can be different. But with using a translater, it is usually OK. I myself write most posts directly in English and just sometimes x-check with deepl.com, which is a pretty good translater. But if I do this and retranslate again from the result again to Enlish I most likeley get a different result from my own original writing. In most cases slightly better, but it then doesn't feel like my own words. Here is the "Retranslation': "Hi Brian. Yes, it is true that many words are different in languages. Even if they are translated, the meaning may be different. But with a translation program it's usually fine. I myself write most posts directly in English and only sometimes check them with deepl.com, a pretty good translation program. But when I do that and translate the result back into English, I usually get a different result than what I originally wrote. In most cases a little better, but it doesn't feel like my own words then." Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

I agree with all the above - you could be pushing at an open door here. In any event you should sound out the waters a bit further, imho. I would if I were in your position, anyway. As long as you approach it tentatively rather than dogmatically, focussing on keeping her happy rather than yourself, there's a good chance she'll react positively. Just don't go faster than she's ready for. It worked for me, anyway!

Sorry again for the long wait, this chapter was quite possibly the toughest to type. Many rewrite's on dialogue and changes to certain scenes. The chapter was to be even longer but I felt this would be good enough. Especially with the cliffhanger. Enjoy and please feel free to respond and or like, it's always motivating for me to continue! Writing about both characters in the same dimension is quite tricky! Chapter 10 Megan and Daniel could see the quick shift in Chloe’s mood as she looked almost lifeless after hearing the news about her sister. While Chloe felt she was prepared for the possibility that her sister had been legally adopted, the realization that it had actually happened had hit harder than she could have ever expected. 'Tanya, why the hell did you want to visit this cursed place? I didn’t want to believe it, but you really have been adopted. You are now a permanent citizen of this dumbass dimension. You can never return home and see our parents again…Is there nothing I can do to save you at this point?’ Chloe felt like all her efforts were for naught. And began to seriously wonder if it was even worth it to keep going on. As much as she would hate to leave her sister behind, she didn't want to stay around and not getting any actual results. “Sorry sorry sorry! Perhaps I should have waited after you were finished changing her. Though I had no intention on leaving this on a negative note… Listen Chloe, even though your sister has been adopted, it doesn’t necessarily mean that all is lost. There are still options available that could potentially bring your sister back to your original dimension." Daniel knew that the odds were slim but he at least wanted to provide some minuscule amount of hope. “WHA!!!…What do you mean? Are you serious!? Tanya doesn't have to be trapped in this...Place?” Chloe stuttered for a moment, she didn't want to say anything negative about the amazon dimension while she was being cared for by it's native inhabitants. “I think this is a subject best discussed for tomorrow morning. Right now I think you should only be focused on spending some quality bonding time with your new mommy." Daniel could see that Megan was not entirely thrilled that he was becoming the focal point of attention, which was preventing his wife from having some alone time with her temporary daughter. "But this is my sister we are talking about! This is the sole reason why I even came to this weird as heck dimension!" "Chloe...It's going to be alright, I'm going to continue to fight on your behalf so you can eventually reunite with your sister. Let's take this one step at a time, okay? That means allowing your mommy to assist in accommodating you with your surroundings!" Daniel pinched Chloe's big toe as a gesture of good will. Chloe nodded knowing that trying to ask for more would probably not lead to any better results. She despised the fact that she had to play the role of an obedient baby. The idea that such a thing was considered normal was beyond ridiculous. 'What choice do I have? I've already dug myself deeper into the rabbit hole. I just hope I can find a way to get out when this is all over.' Megan was pleased to see Daniel exiting the nursery so she could become the focal point of attention for Chloe. She had planned many wonderful things with her new baby girl, but she knew that due to the limitations of the rugrats program, Chloe could not be treated exactly the same as an actual adopted little. Megan knew about the legal implications if she went beyond the guidelines, but it was something that she was considering given that she had already used a product to already influence Chloe's mental state. As Chloe laid on her back once again on the changing mat, Megan kissed the bare naked little on her cheek, which finally got Chloe to pay attention to her again. “Isn’t that wonderful news! Your sister is in good health! Perhaps your daddy can arrange a playdate with Tanya later this upcoming week.” While Chloe was thankful that her sister wasn't dead in some deserted ditch, the idea of Tanya having to spend the rest of her days being constantly cared didn't sound all that different from being dead, based on what Chloe thought. 'Even if I see my sis, what can I say and do? It's not like I can magically fly us out of this world or even teleport us just by snapping my fingers. One thing is for certain, she will certainly be thrilled to see me again. I bet she has had a tough time living here...Now that I think about it, didn't she come to this dimension with a couple of her friends as well?' While Chloe remained deep in thought, Megan took the opportunity to finally place the topsheet of the diaper over her privates. Megan then applied the tapes to both sides, securing Chloe in her new padded undergarment. “All done! Now we won’t have to worry about any icky wicky accidents. Just let me know if it’s a bit too snug and I’ll adjust the tapes accordingly.” As Megan went to grab something from a nearby shelf, Chloe took her time to sit herself up. She could easily hear the crinkling noises coming from the disposable diaper that she was now wearing. Chloe then put her right hand on the front of the diaper to confirm the obvious. ‘Jesus, these are thick! Moving around while in them is not going to be much of an option.' Chloe looked down at her waist to see the bright white diaper with pink tapes on the sides. There were some faded cartoon pictures of a unicorn on them which added to the infantile appearance. Chloe slowly patted her privates, noticing that she couldn't feel anything except the overwhelming padding. She then took a moment to try and pull her legs together. A few seconds later, Chloe realized that was just not going to happen. That also meant that walking was no longer a possibility. Crawling would be her only option for getting around on her own. Not that it mattered since Megan already informed Chloe earlier on in the day that walking was strictly forbidden for the rest of the week. ‘To think that Tanya has been going through exactly this for the past month. Just awful.’ Chloe didn’t notice Megan standing behind her as the amazonian prepared to finish up with getting her hair in a more appropriate look. “Chloe, can you be a good girl and not move around too much? I’m just going to put your hair in a twin tails hairstyle. And right after we are done with that, we can finally spend some quality bonding time together, doesn't that sound wonderful?” 'I have no idea what this bonding time is going to be about, but I do know that it's not going to involve anything related to videogames.' Chloe sighed as she allowed Megan to do as she pleased. Chloe knew that following Claire's warnings were of utmost importance when dealing with the amazonians. She didn't want to have a similar experience where she was completely mentally regressed and nearly kidnapped, like at the hotel. 'Tuesday I'll be talking with Claire again when she comes to see me. Hopefully by then I'll have a confirmed date to see Tanya. Perhaps Claire will be able to provide some solutions, she does have some connections to this dimension, so I've got that to think about.' Megan took her time in brushing Chloe's hair, making sure that it was silky smooth. Chloe could see that the amazon was having a very pleasant time, as if this was always meant to be. As Megan grabbed two pink bows from a nearby shelf, she began to finish up and apply each bow to each side of Chloe' head. Chloe closed her eyes, she knew that she couldn't' escape from this reality but she still had control over her own body. “Given it’s your first night in your new home, is there something special you would like for din din? Mommy can make you something delicious straight from home or we could order out, if you prefer. Though starting tomorrow we are going to go on a more normal routine, so please keep this in mind.” Chloe wasn't sure as to why, but suddenly she felt herself becoming a bit lightheaded. She didn't think much of it as she began to focus her attention on her hands. As she began to move her fingers, she suddenly felt the urge to suckle on something with her mouth. 'I remember that I felt like this while in the bathtub...There can't be a coincidence...Though it doesn't exactly feel all that bad. But still....Why is this happening to begin with?' As Chloe continued to question herself, Megan took a moment to glimpse over at her temporary daughter since she wasn't getting a proper response. Megan was pleased as Chloe continued to look at her fingers, especially her thumb as the hypnosis effects from the bathtub were now returning. 'I'm so glad that the effects from the bath suds are still working. While the hypnosis is considered weak, it should still last for another hour or so. Such minor mental regression will not work properly if Chloe doesn't allow her body to relax.' Megan didn't really care if mentally regressing Chloe was considered illegal while under the rugrats program, she personally felt that it was the only proper thing to do. Most amazons always used some form of hypnosis right after adopting a little. It was the prefered method to slowly assimilate a little into their new infantile arrangements. It was just as normal as changing their diapers. Megan wanted to use a more powerful form of hypnosis on Chloe but decided to hold back for now, only out of respect for her husband's wishes. 'Am I getting tired? But that doesn't explain as to why do my fingers look so...fascinating?' Megan took Chloe off of the changing table and then placed the girl over her shoulder while patting her diaper several times. Chloe was barely paying attention as she kept her attention on her thumb. “If it’s too much trouble to come up with an idea for din-din, my special mac and cheese is far superior than any five star restaurant in the city. I know that Daniel would be on board with having it. While it's high in calories, I think we can make an exception given how special today is. What do you think princess?" Megan continued to be pleased by not getting a response, it meant that Chloe was still under the influence of the regressive effects 'Whatever, I could care less about what you want to stuff in my mouth. I actually kinda wish I could somehow move time forward a full week, then I could put this all behind me and finally focus on college, instead of dumb things like cribs.' Chloe's eyes widened as she took a look in the mirror and saw her reflection. She couldn't believe that a simple change in her hairstyle could somehow make her look even younger, though the diaper certainly didn't help matters. If it weren't for her exposed breasts, Chloe would have assumed that she had somehow regressed physically. 'I'm so glad none of my friends are here to see this. I would end myself!' “I don’t foresee making anymore alterations with your hair going forward. Though if you can think of something that would make you look even more adorable, I'm all ears! Also, if you are ever interested in altering your body, our dimension does a few neat things that are capable of that, and most of all, they are not evasive, so you don't have to worry about any major surgery!.....Just kidding, haha." Megan tried to play her words off as a joke but Chloe wasn't going along with it. She didn't care about anything this dimension had to offer except her sister, that was the endgame. She would not deter herself from any other distractions. 'This only the first day...How the hell did I allow Claire to convince me to get into this hot mess?' Megan could see that Chloe was not entirely thrilled with seeing her reflection. To see herself in nothing but a diaper was beyond humiliating. Megan decided to walk away from the mirror, as she felt a bit guilty for making Chloe feel ashamed of herself. "It's going to be okay Chloe, the first day is always the hardest, by this time next week, you will feel like an entirely different person!" Chloe lifted her head up and felt that she needed to say something on her own behalf. "You do understand that by this time next week, I will be back in my original dimension. I'm not here because I want to be someone's SHI... I mean baby...No offense." Chloe wanted to say something a bit more derogatory but she managed to stop herself before verbally saying anything. "None taken, you actually are a big girl and that has defined your life up until now. It will be awkward but if you just take a moment to allow yourself to embrace your inner infantile nature, I promise you that this week will go by even quicker. And even if you may not agree with that, I just want to let you know that as your current acting mommy, I promise that I will keep you safe no matter what. This is afterall only temporary, while your daddy helps out with your sister." For a moment, Chloe felt that Megan was genuinely being caring and that this was a means for an end. That was until she took a seat on a rocking chair and then placed Chloe's cheek right on her right breast. Chloe began to blush as her mouth was only inches away from Megan's nipple. Megan began to slowly rock the chair back and forth while gently patting Chloe on her back. "I don't understand you. This could go by so much easier if you were not so obsessed with the whole babying thing. You already know that I can walk and talk on my own, so why are you..." Chloe was cutoff from speaking as Megan's tit found it's way inside her mouth. The warm orb of flesh made Chloe whimper, she wanted to pull out, disgusted that she allowed something so repulsive to be orally entered. "Oh my! I didn't realize that you were THAT hungry! I would gladly nurse you but unfortunately..." Megan slowly pulled her breast out of Chloe's mouth while continuing to look at her with a loving gaze. "If I were to breastfeed you, that would violate the contract we have." Chloe was at a loss with herself. She wasn't sure as to what just happened. At first she assumed that Megan had tried to forcefully breastfeed her but after thinking about it for a moment, she began to wonder if her body had acted on it's own and tried to make an attempt to suckle on the amazonians breast. The fact that she didn't gag was also telling. 'The fuck is wrong with me!?' " You have had quite the stressful day. If you really have the urge to suckle on something, here, let me grab this for you." Megan opened one of the cabinets nearby and pulled out a pacifier. Chloe saw the soother coming closer to her face and she then felt sense of dread throughout her body. It brought memories of when she was mentally regressed by Mia. "NO! Get that freaking thing away from me!" Chloe tried to struggle herself free from Megan's grasp but the amazons hold on her was to tight. "It's just a pacifier, it's not going to...OH! I know, you are worried that this little thing will turn your mind into mush. Well don't you worry, this is one of the very few type of soothers that doesn't effect the mental state of a little. You are in good hands, also..." Megan then placed Chloe into a cradling position which only made Chloe even more anxious. "You made a deal to become our baby for a week, I understand that the transition is tough but in order for both sides to come out victorious, we need to work together, so my whittle princess, just relax and let your momma take good care of you." Megan slowly and meticulously placed the soother into Chloe's mouth. The rubber teat easily founds it's way past her teeth. Chloe knew she was boxed in as she reluctantly began to suckle on the soother. The realization of what she was now getting herself into was now fully apparent. Whether she wanted to or not, she had to place her faith in her new mommy. 'For the next week, I'm basically going to be very limited on both walking and talking. This is going to be much harder than I had thought. I keep worrying about Tanya but I haven't paid attention to my predicament. If I'm not careful, this could end up becoming my permanent life.' Chloe hated to admit that she found the pacifier to be greatly comforting. She didn't understand as to why her mouth had the dire need to suckle on something, unfortunately for Chloe she didn't realize that she had already been under the effects of the mental regression. "Maybe I am too stressed out and I need a moment to chill. I just wish that it wasn't like this...Oh well, at least I still have the ability to close my eyes and use my imagination. Perhaps I could pretend that I'm a sandy beach getting a tan.' Chloe closed her eyes as she relaxed all her muscles while peacefully suckling on the pacifier. Megan assumed that Chloe had just fallen asleep in her arms. Megan assumed that she had made some good progress with Chloe. She would have prefered to push things a bit further but given it was the first day, she had plenty of time to slowly manipulate Chloe into becoming her permanent daughter. 'It's so hard not giving in to my maternal instincts. Even when my biological daughter was born, I don't remember feeling this protective. I guess the rumor about portal littles was true, they do bring out the most in our instincts. Megan thought about putting Chloe down for a nap in her new crib, but decided that she would hand her over to Daniel and give him some time to spend with their new daughter. She had to get dinner prepared. There was not much she could do for Chloe except allow her to sleep away. The fact that she did fall asleep in her arms was a huge positive. It meant that Chloe didn't mind physical intimacy, and Megan had planned for more of that as the week went by. “You see Chloe, this is exactly what you are missing in your life. You littles think you are ready to grow up and become something that you are not. These regression or hypnosis tactics or whatever you want to call them, they are a tool to show you just what you truly are. And that's not entirely a bad thing. It may take some time but eventually all littles, both portal and native, learn their place. I bet your sister was no different. I guess I should thank your sister for being the catalyst that made you to visit our wonderful dimension. I don't see how anyone could allow someone as small and vulnerable as you to go back to to living in that horrid dimension. You belong with us,your new family and I'll do everything I can to protect you from yourself." Megan then kissed Chloe on her forehead as she got out of the rocking chair and exited the nursery. Megan thought she saw Chloe open her eyes for a moment but then she double checked to see that she still had both of them closed. Which gave Megan a sigh of relief. 'Heh, I just blurted out all my true feelings on this whole thing. If Chloe had heard everything I said, this would make things a tad bit awkward. No matter what, I'll just make Daniel use his connections so that I can legally adopt Chloe before the week is over. There is no way that I'm allowing her to leave our dimension now that I've grown attached to to her. It's hard to believe that she was even capable of taking care of herself. Well that's all in the past now.' Megan also was pondering if she should start breastfeeding Chloe by tomorrow night. She knew that all amazonian parents did exactly that on the first couple of nights with their newly adopted littles. She just needed to convince Daniel to go along with the idea. "The things I do for love. Daniel doesn't know how good he has it with me, hehe." Megan headed towards the downstairs basement where she assumed that her husband would be at. His private sanctuary also known as his mancave. 'Tomorrow, I’ll take you to Sanctuary park. Perhaps I’ll give a few of my friends a call and see if they can come along with their littles…They all tried so hard to push me to adopt a native little, but I’m so glad that I held off and waited for Chloe. Portal littles are the only way to go.' Megan also was a bit surprised by her own actions. When she first met Chloe she never would have believed that in less than a day she would have already decided to keep her as her own daughter. She originally wasn't even sure if she wanted to adopt, that is why she went along with the rugrats program that her husband suggested. Now she only needed to convince Daniel to get on board, which was easier said than done. 'If Chloe is truly cares about her sister, I could use that to my advantage. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her here. It would be so much easier if she just accepted this as her new life. It would be so wonderful if Chloe actually enjoyed being cared for. This upcoming week is going to be very delicate and I need to take things cautiously.' As Megan slowly walked down the stairs into Daniels man cave, she noticed that he was completely invested in the sports even on the big screen television in front of him. 'Men, their passion always has to involve something that can be seen on the television. I wonder if Daniel even cares about keeping Chloe. If he doesn't, I certainly need to convince him otherwise." “Who’s winning?” Megan asked as she walked over to see Daniel sitting on his large personal recliner. “The Sky Hawks are only up by two. It's a true nail biter, I actually put good money on them.” “Isn’t that great, a little extra spending money is always welcome.” Megan looked over at Chloe wondering if she was going to wake up from all the noise from the television. Thankfully she still remained motionless with the exception of the pacifier in her mouth. “It’s a bit more complicated. My bet is to have them to win by double digits. However there is less than three minutes left in the damn game! I swear I always put my money on on the worst bets. It's just like that time I put several hundred on the dragons to win by less than ten. They won by twenty. I've got the worst luck in the world!" Daniel turned his attention to his wife for a moment and was a bit startled to see Megan hand Chloe over to him. "What's the deal? Already done bonding with Chloe? How did everything go? Did you two find a mutual understanding? Daniel asked as he quickly noticed that Chloe appeared to be sleeping. Daniel quickly turned down the volume on the television right after seeing that. "Kind of. There is still a lot of work that needs to be done. Listen Daniel, in order for Chloe to acclimate with our way of living, I personally think that it's best that we give her the full treatment, as if she were adopted. I think it's the only way that she will ever go along with these new arrangements." "That's fine, just as long as she is not being mentally regressed. We need to honor the agreement after all." Daniel's answer was short and yet forceful. When it came to contracts and agreements, Daniel was always firm on his answer. "About that, isn't there something we can possibly alter on that deal? I want our baby girl to grow more comfortable with her surroundings, especially since she will be in diapers from now on." "Unless she personally agrees to make any changes on the deal with me, it's not happening. Remember, we are only renting Chloe as a way to see if you are interested in actually adopting." Daniel said. " I haven't forgotten! To be honest, I actually I believe that adopting Chloe would be the best option for the both of us. She's the type of girl that desperately needs a motherly figure in her life and was wondering if we could take the next steps in making that a reality." "Megan, you just barely met Chloe today, and now you have already decided that she is the one for us? Don't you think that you are acting purely on your maternal instincts?" "Perhaps, but I heard that first impressions are always important when deciding on adopting a little and Chloe has already made a huge impact on me..." Megan knew that she was not going to get the answer she wanted. It was too soon for that. "Right now, the answer is no. Let's just ride this out and see how things transpire throughout the week. Patience is a virtue, Megan. Let's not get ahead of ourselves." "I....I understand. I'll be more diligent. Now as for Chloe's sister, what's the next step on that front?" Megan asked. "I'll tell you more when it's bedtime. I'm still working out a few things on that end." Megan nodded her head as she headed back upstairs. She informed Daniel that she was going start making dinner and let him know what she was cooking. Daniel was was more than pleased from what she was going to be making. The amazon then placed Chloe so she was laying on his stomach while he was sitting slightly back on his recliner. But before he could focus his attention on the sports program, Daniel felt a tug on his shirt and noticed that Chloe was awake and then sat herself on his lap. Daniel could see that Chloe looked obviously worried and assumed that he had done something that he shouldn't have. "Chloe! I'm so sorry, did I do something to wake you?" Daniel pulled out the pacifier from her mouth which allowed her to speak up. "No...Don't worry about it...In fact I wasn't even asleep to begin with...I was just resting my eyes...Daniel...I'm sorry...I mean daddy, I need to tell you a few things about...Mommy." Chloe spoke to Daniel and informed him about what Megan said earlier when the female amazon thought she was asleep. Daniel sighed as Chloe began to tell him about Megan's true intentions. "I see... I guess I'm not all that surprised. Megan has never adopted a little before so she is entirely new to all of this. Plus her maternal instincts are definitely playing a role in her irrational decision making. Chloe, I just want to let you know that even if she has every intention of wanting to adopt you, in the end, it is entirely your choice if you want that to happen. She cannot make such a decision, otherwise their wouldn't be any need for the rugrats program. It was created to keep littles like you from actually being adopted. Daniel playfully pressed his finger on Chloe's nose, making her blush slightly. "Still, how the heck am I going to be all that comfortable around her if she has some ulterior motives? I have absolutely no intention of ending up like my sister. I understand that she is wanting a little of her own but I'm i'm only doing this because of Tanya, that is it." Chloe felt awkward sitting on Daniels lap while only in just her diaper but she could see that Daniel was respecting her and listening to her every word. "You have every right to be somewhat concerned. But that is also why I'm here. I love my wife very much which is why I'll make sure that she doesn't do anything that could put herself in any legal trouble, which means keeping you safe as well. Also I have something to tell you, if you get upset I'll understand and if you wish to leave the rugrats program, you have every right to do so." 'Whoa! Daniel sounds super serious. I wonder what he's going to say?' I'm not sure if you are aware, but earlier today when Megan bathed you, she...Accidently used the wrong type of bath suds for you. The ones she used are made for us amazons, however when they are used on littles, they can cause a mild form of mental regression. I'm so sorry that happened to you. Just to let you know that you are no longer legally required to stay because of the breach in the contract." "That makes sense...No wonder I felt so...Playful in the bathtub...I didn't feel anxious or even felt humiliated while I was being bathed by her...It's was...Different." Chloe thought she would be upset but oddly enough, she wasn't. She wasn't sure if she was still under the effects as she still felt very self-aware. "If you don't mind me asking, how are you feeling about all of this?" Daniel wanted to remain true to himself, even if it was against his wife's wishes. "I guess I should be rather pissed off but honestly, I don't feel too bad about it. Besides you said that she accidently used the wrong stuff, which meant it wasn't on purpose, so that helps. Also...I actually didn't mind how playful I felt." "What do you mean?" Daniel asked. "Whatever was in the bath suds. It really made me feel good...Almost too good. It was kinda surreal now that I think about it. I wasn't worrying about Tanya and felt at peace with myself. I guess you could say that it was more helpful than harmful. Mega...Mommy was also gentle in drying me, so she seems to genuinely care about me in some aspects. It was only until you gave me the news about my sister, that I was perfectly fine with myself. "That's wonderful to hear, I'm glad you got something positive from the mistake. Chloe, i'm curious, would you be interested in other forms of hypnotism if it meant that it would help make your time here even more pleasant?" "What do you mean? Are you asking if I want my mind regressed to the point where I can barely talk or walk, then the answer is a definite no! But...If I were to stay for the next week...I probably wouldn't' mind using something to help me...Chill...Just as long as I have the only say about it! I don't want to revert to some babbling baby that cannot say a single sentence." Chloe wondered how her sisters mental state was. If littles were normally hypnotized, how would effect their eventual reunion. "That's really good to know. We don't want to put you in a situation that you are uncomfortable with." Daniel said. "I'm already in a situation that I'm uncomfortable with. You see the abomination that I'm forced to wear?" Chloe said as she pointed to the thickly padded diaper she had on. Daniel quietly chuckled to himself after Chloe made it apparent. "Dani...Daddy, is their any form of hypnosis that makes mental regression permanent? Or does it eventually go away as time passes by?" Chloe asked "Most form of mental regression are temporary, the effects actually become less subtle after it's used several times. For most littles, they usually end up accepting their new lifestyles after a few weeks being adopted. Rarely does it ever become a issue after that. However, their are circumstances where littles will absolutely refuse to accept their new mommies and daddies, which means that the little could end up in a etiquette school where they will be forced to undergo more...Advanced forms of regression. It's definitely not the norm, but it's something that is available if needed." "So if you fight back, it's only going to get worse...This dimension is terrible for people like myself that just want to be free." Chloe wondered how the native littles lived. Was living as a baby so normalized that they just accepted it and never moved beyond that point? Did they even have a chance at living as a real adult? "Freedom in our world is most certainly different from the one in yours. There really is no right or wrong answer. Though with you portal littles, it can become quite messy if your kind doesn't follow through with the laws that we have set in place. "....Daddy, please tell me what you think, do you believe that my sister's mind has been altered in any way? Do you think she's been regressed beyond the point of no return?" I don't know what I would do if she was a mere shell of her former self." "Based on the information I gathered on her, it doesn't appear that she has been recommended to any of the etiquette schools, it's only in the most extreme circumstances that would ever occur. Right now I'm going to focus on making sure you two reunite and then I'll see if their are any loopholes which could potentially make your sister a free little." "How does that work? It feels like we are asking for a miracle." "It's tough, make no mistake, when it comes to dealing with adopted littles, there are so few options in changing that fact. For one, I can look into the parents that adopted her and see if the adoption was actually legitimate, such as making sure that all the proper paperwork was filled out correctly and was actually signed and approved by a proper case worker. Also, if a little is being treated badly, such as malnutrition, physical abuse, and or neglect, that can lead to the little being separated from their amazonian care-takers." "The idea that Tanya is being abused just makes my skin crawl. I don't see how she could stand for being treated like a baby. I remember her looking forward to graduating high-school. I remember that she wanted to travel so badly. Now that she is stuck here, I can only imagine the despair she is going through." Chloe clenched her hands into a fist, upset that she couldn't' do anything for her. "Chloe, it's not best to think in such negative aspects, it really isn't healthy. We can only look ahead and use the system to our advantage. Who knows she perhaps might actually be having a good time." Daniel said "I highly doubt that. She came here on the same stupid tour program that I came on. And just like me, I bet she had no idea what she was getting herself into." "From what Claire told me, you were mentally regressed and nearly kidnapped by a employee of the hotel you were staying at, is that correct?" "Yep, some crazed amazon forced me to suck on some pacifier that made my mind go completely blank. I still can't remember much, thankfully another amazon was able to save my ass. It's just nuts, even some of the tour guest that came along eventually were adopted against their will, don't you find that utterly messed up?" Chloe asked. "What happened to you was most definitely wrong and I'm so sorry to hear about it. However, tour guests are required to sign a form that they are aware about the implications if they do not follow the requirements of the tour program. If they don't follow through, then they are potentially putting their adult livelihoods on the line." Chloe wanted to say something snarky to Daniel about the tour program, but she withheld, feeling that she didn't want to make him upset, as he was the most sane amazon that she had met so far. "Da...Daddy, do you believe that I have any chance of getting my sister out of this hot mess?" Chloe asked as she thought about her very limited options in the amazon world. "Right now, it's going to be tough, but it would be worse if you gave up before seeing Tanya. I think she would be more than thrilled to see that you gone all this way for her." "Heh, I feel like I've entered a video game on the hardest difficulty while ever even playing it once." Daniel chuckled at Chloe's reply. He was pleased that she could stay upbeat despite what was going against her. "And Chloe, I know that as a amazon, you may not entirely trust me, but I promise I will not allow you to be adopted unless you personally request it. You are a guest that is under the rugrats program, so while you will need to be responsible and act as our baby, you just need to understand that it is only temporary." Chloe knew that she had to bare some of the responsibility for what she had gotten herself into. She didn't like it, but that was life in a nutshell. "Claire thought highly of you, so I guess I will as well. And thanks for the chat...Daddy." Chloe looked away as she spoke, obviously feeling very embarrassed by the juvenile word she said. Daniel smiled as and embraced Chloe with a hug of his own before putting her back down on his lap. "I appreciate it. We will get through this together." Daniel turned the volume up on television as he began to focus on the big screen. Chloe decided to use Daniel's stomach as a form of support for her back. It was awkward but she knew that it wasn't long term. "Is this basketball?" Chloe asked as she noticed the court looked similar to the ones from her dimension. "Yep and it looks like the game I put money on is all but over, though it looks like the Sky Hawks managed to win by double digits, so that means I got a little extra spending money in my pocket, haha!" "Are you a professional gambler, daddy?" "I wish, though I have been getting more into it as of late. I've been doing quite well for myself for the past few months. Hopefully my goodluck will somehow transfer over to you, my adorable little princess." Unlike with Megan, Chloe felt that Daniel kind of felt like a father figure and was able to relax somewhat as he gently brushed her hair with his hand. It was far from the ideal situation but Chloe knew that she had to make the best with what she had, as the alternative was far less than pleasing. 'I wonder what Claire is doing right now?' Chloe decided to enjoy the upcoming sports program with her temporary father figure while accepting her current padded predicament. * * * * * * * * * * Claire felt something off a bit off, a lingering feeling that was utmost annoying. Whatever it was, it forced her to open her eyes to visually confirm the problem. She quickly noticed that Tracy was tickling her bare feet, while holding her socks in her other hand. “Tracy...Seriously, what the heck?” Claire noticed that they were still on route to the etiquette school, so nothing of significance had occured while she had been asleep. Claire quickly curled up her toes as a sign that she was not interested in playing whatever games that her amazon co-worker had planned. It was bad enough that her movements were already limited while in the booster seat. “Hehe…Sorry to wake you like that, I was just curious to how ticklish you were. You have been so serious lately and I really wanted to see your smile.” Tracy stated as she stopped her tickling assault. "I'm about to head to a facility that is known for turning individual's such as myself into obedient infants. I'm not in the mood for playing around." "Don't be like that, I'm positive that the meeting will be fine without a hitch." Tracy began to place Claire's socks back on her. Tracy couldn't' help herself as she took a second to play with Claire's toes. “You have such cute piggy wiggies!” Claire was about to say something but Tracy eventually put her socks back on before she could utter a word. “We are here for business, in case you have forgotten!?” Claire wished that Aisha could have come along instead of Tracy, she knew how to keep her under control somewhat. Claire was already uncomfortable enough knowing that one of her co-workers had been adopted by Tracy. The idea that made Claire know that just one simple slip-up and she would be spending the rest of her days in a diaper as well. 'I wonder if I should have done more to convince Chloe to give up on her sister. She basically wants to accomplish the impossible. Can she adjust to living as a baby for the next week?' “You're no fun! Did you know that my Sally is very ticklish? She almost always has an accident when I specifically tickle her tummy." "I didn't need to know that Tracy. If Sally really enjoys being your bundle of joy, then good for her. But I have other ambitions of my own and that doesn't involve pissing or shitting myself." Tracy lightly slapped Claire on her stomach, surprising the portal little. "Remember not to use such vulgar language! Especially since we are visitors to this school, understand?" Claire was alarmed by the shift in Tracy's tone of voice. It was so demanding and it made Claire realize that Tracy was in fact a amazon. No matter what she thought, Claire knew that they were not equal. It was the cold harsh truth of this dimension. 'If I'm not careful, despite knowing Tracy for a while, if I end up on her bad side, I could potentially be Sally's new sister. Adoption is no joke. Right now, I'm treading on a very thin line.' Claire and Tracy felt the vehicle coming to a stop. Claire could feel a knot in her stomach as she assumed that they had now reached the school. It was the point of no return. “I cannot wait to be done with this so I can enjoy my paternity leave. Claire, are you sure that I cannot convince you to tag along with me and say a quick hello to Sally after this is all over?" "No thanks. When I'm done here, I'm heading back to hotel room so that I can..." "Get completely utterly drunk, is that it?" Tracy interrupted Claire which put the portal little on guard. "Yes, do you have some problem with that?" Claire asked while defending her own personal choices. "I do, but I also understand that you have proven to the amazonian community. I just wish you could find a much healthier hobby to spend your time with. If you want to your brain to get the right buzz, why not try being breastfed? The milk from us amazons is much healthier and provides all the nutrients that you littles need. Plus you get the added bonus of being mentally regressed as well!" "Tracy...Hell no. The moment that I suckle from the tit of one of your kind, is the moment I forfeit all by adult rights. I've seen to many of my co-workers get a bit curious and then they eventually end up staying here for all the wrong reasons. "I personally believe that you are only holding back because it's a pride thing. I know that you portal littles are very self conscious. Have you been getting enough sleep? I've noticed that you maybe getting some dark circles around your eyes. I just want you to be healthier and happier and drowning your sorrows in that alcohol isn't doing you any favors. Perhaps you should ask Aisha to nurse you. I know that you two have been very very close for a while." "Okay, let's put this conversation to bed. I'm definitely not liking where it's going, so let's just do our job and get the heck out of here." Tracy could see that friction between herself and Claire was becoming evident. She felt that Claire was going down a more self destructive path but felt that now wasn't the time to try and change her outlook. Especially since the back door the vehicle opened. Yelena appeared and slowly helped Claire out of her booster seat. Tracy helped herself out of the vehicle at the same time. “Thank you for your patience. I will now be handing you over to Ms. Kimberly Ashford. She is the head assistant to the school and works directly under Ms Colbatz. She will be escorting you throughout the facility. Be sure to listen and follow her lead. Even though you are a guest, you two will still be held responsible for your actions. Anything behavior we find offensive could be met with severe consequences." Claire knew very well what the consequences would be, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the fate of a disobedient little. Though she was interested what would happen to Tracy if she acted out of line. Claire watched quietly as she was being carried towards one of the front entrances of the school. She noticed that Tracy was near her side and quickly winked to her, letting her know that they were in on this together. Claire wasn't sure on how to feel about that. "Oh! I almost forgot to ask you Claire, did you read up on the latest report about the regulation changes that took place over a month ago?" Tracy asked. "...No...I didn't." Claire just realized she had already made a critical mistake. Anytime she visited the amazon dimension for work purposes, she always made sure to keep up to date on any of the changes regarding the laws in the amazon world, so she could be more well prepared for anything that could put her in a disadvantage. Unfortunately, since arriving, she had spent so much of her time and effort with helping Chloe out, that she forgot to do so. "I see, well...Let's just take this one step at a time." Tracy gave a worried smile on her face which did nothing but make Claire feel even more anxious. Going into a etiquette school completely unprepared was the last thing Claire wanted. Yelena then slowly lowered Claire onto the floor, and while she was thrilled to be standing on her own feet again, she was now looking up at a completely different amazonian right in front of her. The woman before her was dressed in a outfit that looked similar to a nun but without the cap on the head. 'Makes sense, if I remember correctly, this school is privately owned by one of the major religious institutions.' “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Kimberly Ashford, I’ll be your guide as I escort you to the changing rooms. After you two are properly dressed in the outfits that are deemed suitable for our school, I'll then be taking you to Ms. Colbatz executive office where you two will begin your presentations on behalf of the companies you two work for." "Likewise...Ugh...Thank you." Claire nearly stumbled with her words as the amazon knelt down to shake her hand. "My boss is looking forward to meeting with you, I do hope that you enjoy your stay." Kimberly patted Claire on her head before shaking Tracy's hand in a more professional manner. 'This is going to be gut wrenching.' “Thanks for the hospitality, I’ve heard many promising things about this school.” Before Tracy could enter, Kimberly stood right in front of her. “I apologize, but shoes and electronics are not allowed inside the campus for guests. You will have to leave them in the shoebox at the entrance, once the meeting is over, you can pick them up as you leave.” Claire felt relieved that Tracy was not being given any preferential treatment, it gave her some hope that they would both be seen as equals and that the mandatory outfits they would have to wear would not be infantile whatsoever. “No worries, I understand that a school as prestigious as yours has strict guidelines to follow." Tracy placed her shoes along with Chloe's in the shoebox near the door. “Thank you. Now if you two would please follow me, I'm going to show you around the building, although it will only be a small part of the facility. The inside of the school can get quite confusing since many of the hallways are identical, so it's quite easy to get lost , so please be sure to keep up. We wouldn't want any of you to be mistaken as a student, hehe.” Kimberly smiled as she looked down at Claire. 'Amazons never make things easy, they always love to screw with littles such as myself.' Claire entered the building and was surprised by how elegant and warm the interior looked. It barely resembled anything related to a school, though Claire had no intention of letting her guard down, she just wanted to get presentation over with and reward herself by getting extremely plastered afterwards. For the next fifteen minutes, Claire had to force herself to listen about the backstory of the school and the usual drivel that tried to make it sound even more prestigious than it actually was. In the end, it was all small talk that held no relevance to the upcoming presentation. The two of them continued to make their way to the dressing room while passing by several amazonians dressed in similar black and white uniforms. Tracy seemed rather interested in Kimberly's speal about the school's dress code for the employees, though with Claire she seemed rather perplexed by the architecture of the etiquette school. 'She wasn't kidding. Nearly every hallways looks identical and not only that, but I haven't seen any of the unfortunate students. Perhaps I should consider myself lucky.' As the trio entered through another large corridor, Claire immediately became fascinated by the artwork that was presented on the walls. It brought back some memories of when she was invested in the hobby before exiting high school. Claire wasn't sure if the artwork had some deeper meaning to it or if it was just for artificial appeal. Either way, it didn't feel like it belonged in a building that was forced littles to become obedient babies. "Say Tracy, did you ever find any interest in art? Or were you always just...!!!" Claire felt her heart stop for a moment as she soon found herself all alone in one of the barren hallways of the school. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck her. Every part of her body was going into panic mode. ‘FUCK FUCK FUCK…NO NO NO!!!! How did this happen? I spent just a moment admiring the art and then both amazons disappear from my view. After spending so much time making sure that something like this wouldn't happen...IT DOES!' Claire quickly retraced her steps hoping that Tracy had not gotten to far ahead of her but after passing by a few more similar looking hallways, she was nowhere to be found, thankfully their were no employees as well. 'Seriously? You have got to be joking. In that case I'll use my work phone and...' Claire just realized that she had no form of communication on her as she left her work related electronics at the entrance. Yet another form of misfortune. Claire wanted to laugh at how ridiculous things had just become but she didn't want to gather any attention to herself. It would be her luck if someone mistook her laughing for crying. 'Even if I'm found by a employee of the school, that doesn't mean that they could actually mistake me for a student, could they?' Claire unexpectedly bumped into someone as she turned the corner, she fell right onto her butt while feeling a bit dazed from the sudden encounter. She then adjusted her glasses so she could get a better look at what she bumped into. She knew it was someone far larger than her and her suspicions were confirmed as she looked up. It was an amazon that was wearing the same garb that Kimberly was, in other words, an employee of the school. "Oh my, are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you!" The amazon quickly knelt down to check on Claire and see if their were any noticeable injures. 'Nothing physical, just my pride.' "I'm fine, thank you for your concern. I really should have watched were I was walking." Claire felt the amazons hands grab her waist and then quickly found herself back on her feet. Claire noticed the amazon looked genuinely concerned as if she had done something almost life threatening. "Why is someone such as yourself all alone? Did you get lost from your classroom?" The amazonians words felt like a sharp knife gutting her in the stomach. It was beginning of the end. Claire knew best than to show any form of panic on her face. She needed to play it cool and remain stoic if she wanted any chance to survive. "I apologize for any confusion, I'm actually a guest that has come here on behalf of the company I work for. I have a presentation to make with your director, Ms. Colbatz later today. Are you familiar with her?" Claire wanted to quickly change the subject, she didn't want the conversation to continue about some form of mistaken identity. She had no idea what went inside the average classroom in a etiquette school and she wanted it to remain that way. "Don't worry little one, we will get to the bottom of this! Rest assured that you are in good hands!" The amazon knelt down and gently patted Claire on her back before scooping the little up in her massive arms. 'Shit, she's not listening. Typical amazon bullshit behavior!' “My name is Rosa, what is your little one?” The amazonian ask as Claire was forced to rest her head on the amazons upper chest. Claire noticed that the amazon was going towards a direction that was the opposite of where wanted to be. Claire knew that she had to use her words to somehow get out of this situation, using force wouldn't be helpful whatsoever. “Cl…Claire… If you need proof of ID, I have my work badge in my back pocket! It also includes my diamond pass which gives me free reign to walk around the city without being adopted, though I'm sure you are well aware of that!” Claire could feel her words becoming more shaky, her time was running out and she felt like her adult window was closing. "There there. It's going to be okay, you don't have to be scared anymore, I'll take you to a place where you can feel safe." Claire was now at the point where she wanted to fully panic and quite possibly fight back. It appeared that her words were not getting through the thick skull of the amazon. "Please wait! You are mistaken, I'm not!..." Claire watched as the amazon opened a door and began to walk through it, it was the beginning of the end. To be in a classroom surrounded by littles similar to her but the only difference being that they had lost all meaning to communicate. Littles that had chosen to fight against the system and then ultimately paid the price with their ability to think. A fate that her best friend had suffered, and now it was her turn. 'This can't be how it ends, can it?....Wait....Huh?' Claire was confused as she found herself in a small office that looked like it belonged to a lawyers firm. There were no teachers or students, it was devoid of all life. “This office belongs to one of our many guidance counselors . He’s not in at the moment but I'm allowed to use his phone to inform the front office that you are missing from your guide. Given that you have a meeting today with Ms. Colbatz, I assume that your guide is a woman by the name of Kimberly?" The amazon asked as she gently placed Claire down on the front desk. "Ugh....Yes...Thank you..." Claire was baffled. She assumed that Rosa was planning on setting her down a path that she could not recover from, but instead she was legitimately helping her. It almost didn't feel real. "So...You understand that I'm not a student, is that right?" Claire asked as she watched the amazon make a call on a wired phone that was attached to the desk. Claire had her mouth held wide open as the utter realization that she was going to be alright...For now. "Of course silly head. I understood that the moment I saw you. This area is off-limits to our students. They are stationed on the opposite side of the building, also your mature looking clothing was a dead giveaway. I apologize if I was teasing you earlier. I kind of wanted to see what type of reaction you would make once you realized that I didn't mistake you for a student, haha." Rosa giggled to herself as she began to talk to someone on the other line. Claire almost felt like punching the amazonian after the stunt she had just pulled. While she was thankful that Rosa had some form of common sense, she didn't like how it nearly gave her a heart attack. Claire quietly listened in on the phone conversation, making sure that nothing shady was actually being said. Thankfully Rosa was true to her word as the call ended. “The front office will inform Ms. Kimberly on our location. I'm sure that she's already aware that you are not with her, so we can take the next few minutes to relax as we wait for them to show up." Rosa stretched her arms in the air while yawning faintly. "Again, thanks for your help, this could have gone so much worse. Are you sure that you don't need any identification?" Claire asked as she pulled out some of her paperwork from her pocket. She still felt wary of the amazon despite everything that had just occurred. "It's just fine. I know very well that you are not a student. Even if you were diapered, I would still not consider as someone enrolled in our institution." Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing, from a amazon no less. "Wow, you seem....Different. I've been around so many amazons and one thing that I've noticed that they all have in common and that is the always find a way to make a simple situation even more complicated for our kind." For the first time, since arriving in the etiquette school, Claire found herself starting to ease up a bit. "I fully understand. This is not my first rodeo with portal littles, I understand that your kind prefer to keep to yourselves and value your own independence. Unfortunately with the rules in our dimension, it can be hard to sustain that type of livability. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you visited our dimension for?" Rosa asked. "I usually visit this dimension around once or twice a year and it's only lasts for a few months at most, depending on what my company has assigned for me. Overall I've been to this dimension for the past couple of years, so I've got plenty of experience with how the laws and regulations work." Claire replied. "That's amazing! I've never seen a portal little last as long as you have without being adopted. I'm guessing that you have never been forced to wear a diaper?" Rosa asked. "Never, though I had to wear pull-ups when I first started working in this dimension on behalf of Onyx Logistics. That was the definition of awkward. Though I've noticed that the laws have become less generous to our kind as the years have gone by. When I first started, I was purely motivated by money, but now, I'm starting to believe that it's no longer worth it. This just might be my last tour in this dimension." Claire wasn't sure as to why she was telling this random amazon about her most personal of feelings, but for some reason, she felt like she could somehow be trusted, kind of like Aisha. "I would recommended it as well. There are talks about a complete regime change in the upcoming elections and that could lead to a overhaul on how portal littles are evaluated. Right now, your kind has the privilege of working and visiting our dimension, but that could all go away in the next year. Many of my kind believe that portal littles should be held to the same standard as our native littles." Rosa explained. 'Heh, if the tour program goes away, I wonder what Diamond Tours will do if their main source of income goes bye bye?' So...Rosa was it? What's your gig with this school? You don't fit the profile of someone that should be working here." "Good question, hehe. I work as one of the many nurses in the school, so we are responsible for providing much of the upkeep and well-being of the students that are enrolled here. In some areas we also provide physical therapy as well." "So you don't do any of the actual teaching or anything that is supposed to brainwash our kind into thinking that being a baby is some glorious thing?" Claire asked. "Thankfully I do not. I'm personally not a fan of using manipulation, hypnosis, or most forms of mental regression, especially the kind that could end up becoming permanent on a little. I believe that respect, care, and most importantly, gentle loving affection is all that is needed to help a little that is struggling to accept their new way of living." "You don't honestly believe that all littles would just go along with giving up their adult livelihood by being treated kindly and cared for by your kind, do you? You do know that their are littles that have lived for decades as adults and would rather die than having to submit to a second life of infancy." Claire started to press her questions on the amazon, curious to know if she was hiding a more sinister side to herself. "I know that many littles, especially the ones from your dimension that may not agree with how we may treat them but they have to understand that they made the choice to visit our world and by coming here, they are putting themselves in jeopardy. It's just how it is, and how it's always has been. Don't you agree?" Rosa asked as she now began to question Claire. "In some aspects I do agree, but it has become apparent that it's become much more dangerous to visit this dimension than it was in the past. There is some obvious bias against our kind, what do you think?" Claire felt like she was about to understand the true nature of Rosa by what her answer was going to be. "It's funny, before adopting a portal little of my own, that thought would have never crossed my mind. It's amazing how a amazon's perspective can change regarding a portal little after taking one in. I am able to see things from a more broader perspective." Rosa looked pleased with herself as she thought about the portal little she adopted. "So you adopted a portal little? So I assume that you know first hand that we have our own thoughts, dreams, and most importantly, a desire for a future. What did your portal little tell you right after adoption was finalized? I bet he or she was far from pleased by being forced to live with you." Claire awaited for the answer from the amazonian. Claire noticed that Rosa had a warm smile on her face, which made Claire even more curious. "My baby girl's answer was... Everything I wanted and then some." Rosa's answer caught Claire off guard as she tried to understand what was the context behind her words. "Tell me Claire...Do you happen to have a amazon that you are friends with...Perhaps someone that you can trust and feel protected by?" Claire immediately began to think about Aisha and the very thought made her face blush. Even though Aisha wasn't the brightest of amazons, she was taller than most and because of that, it was like having a security guard by her side at most times. "I see, from the looks of things, you do have a amazonian friend . Tell me, do you feel guilty or embarrassed when that amazon wishes to take care of you?" Claire felt herself now on the defensive as Rosa was now asking more personal questions, it made Claire feel conflicted about her amazon co-worker. On one hand she saw Aisha as a decent pawn that could be used to keep other amazons away from her, but then on the other side, she did kind of see her as a legitimate friend, someone she could be comfortable around, as long as her maternal instincts were not taking over. "So what if I have a amazon friend, it's not like I'm asking her to be my mommy or anything. Everything is based on a professional level!" Claire didn't know why she felt the need to raise her voice, compelled to let Rosa know where she stood. "I never said anything about your amazon friend being your mommy. If you are comfortable with having her as a friend only, that is fine. My relationship with my baby girl is special as well. It's something that defies that standards that are seen in most adoptions. One day you may understand." Claire once again felt slightly confused by Rosa's cryptic words. It felt like she was once again messing with her. There was a moment of silence as Claire adjusted her glasses, an excuse to figure out what to say next. She found Rosa to be unique but wasn't sure if it was in a pleasant way. But before she could speak up, Claire was interrupted as the front door to the room opened revealing both Tracy and Kimberly. Rosa gently lifted Claire by her armpits in the air and then slowly placed the girl so she was now standing on the floor. Claire noticed that Tracy looked a bit concerned for her. She was slightly pleased until she caught a glimpse of Kimberly's expression. The amazon looked noticeably frustrated, as if she were being held up by a annoying problem that needed to be resolved. “Ms. Rosa, thank you for keeping Claire company. We will be taking things from here." Kimberly slightly bowed her head to show her appreciation to her co-worker. "It was a pleasure. Claire is quite the unique portal little. I'm thankful to have been given the opportunity to have a conversation with her and perhaps one day, we can continue with it." Rosa smiled as she gently patted Claire on her head before exiting the room. "Ms. Rosa, I thought you were still on paternity leave, didn't you just recently adopt a little of your own? Kimberly asked. "I did, but I decided to come back to the school and work for half days only. My baby girl is perfectly fine with my decision as well, so there is no real issue there." Rosa waved her goodbyes to the trio as she left and exited from the view. Claire wasn't sure but she felt like that wouldn't be the last time she would see Rosa again. Their was something about Rosa that interested her. "Ms. Tracy, would you mind carrying Claire until we reach the changing room. I don't want there to be anymore...Setbacks. We are already falling behind schedule." Claire remained quiet as she could tell that Kimberly was severely pissed at her. it was the look that many amazon parents gave their littles when they did something wrong. The only difference was that Claire was still a independent portal little, but she knew that she was not making a good overall impression while in hostile territory. “You are quite the little rascal, aren't ya?” Tracy playfully picked Claire up and held the girl right near her chest. 'Looks like I've lost my privilege to walk on my own. I can't afford to lose anything more than that.' "Sorry for the inconvenience. I guess I lost track of time when I was mesmerized by the wonderful artwork that was displayed on the walls." Claire remained calm, knowing that arguing over the ability to walk would not lead to any positive outcome. She needed to somehow get back on the good graces of Kimberly, or at least until she met with her boss, Ms Colbatz. "It's alright, but if you somehow get lost from us again, we may have to resort to using a baby harness next time." Kimberly's words didn't remotely seem like a joke which made Claire feel even more worried. It was apparent that she had lost any trust in the amazon guide. "A baby harness? I think you would look absolutely adorable in that Claire, haha." Tracy seemed to be joking but Claire could tell that there was a hint of seriousness in her co-workers tone. "So what were you two discussing while I was...Away?" Claire felt it was best to force herself to converse with the two amazons, as much as she would have prefered to remain quiet, she felt it was best to move forward and make sure that the atmosphere between Kimberly and herself would loosen up. "Me and Kimberly were still discussing about the history of the school, or rather lack of it. Unlike most of the other etiquette schools, apparently Angel Aspirations was only built to completion a few years ago and it was also deeply funded by the one of the major religious theocracies. Apparently the school is trying to branch out and become more affiliated with companies that are tied with anything related to portal littles, and as you already know, that is why we are here for our presentation." 'Just what is the endgame for this school? I know that etiquette schools have mainly kept native littles as the main source of their students. I wonder if it's possible for them to somehow branch out into my dimension...That would be quite troublesome.' Claire knew that only a select few amazons had the distinct privilege to visit her dimension and even then, it could only be done by male amazons because they didn't get overwhelmed by their maternal instincts like their female counterparts. As the trio found themselves walking up a set of stairs, Claire noticed that Kimberly had continued to remain quiet while Tracy did most of the talking. She could see that the amazon guide had given her another scornful look, as if she wasn't worthy of stepping into these halls. 'What else is new.' "Your meeting with Ms. Colbatz will be starting within the next half hour, so it's best that we get you two changed as soon as possible. It's never a good look if you are not presented properly." Both Tracy and Claire continue to follow Kimberly down a long corridor until they reached a door at the end of the hallway. “Are the uniforms that me and Claire will be wearing be similar to the ones that the employees have on?” Tracy asked as they entered a dressing room that looked very organized and spacious, nothing in the room hinted at anything infantile related. 'Good question Tracy!' Claire really wanted to ask that very question to Kimberly but was afraid that it would be too on the nose and that it could possibly lead to something more deceitful. "In some aspects yes, your uniforms will appear similar, mainly in the color tone. Though they will slightly differentiate in appearance, since you are guests and not actually employees of the school." 'So the basic black and white color scheme. It's definitely more preferable than wearing something like a pink or yellow sundress. I remember having to wear something like that when I first started in this dimension. The first few weeks were rough. I didn't think I would ever last this long.' Tracy took a seat on one of the nearby benches while keeping Claire on her lap. Claire noticed that Tracy had a slightly tight grip on her waist, she assumed that Tracy wasn't going to let go of her unless she was told otherwise. "You two can go ahead and get undressed, I'll be back with your proper forms of clothing." Kimberly disappeared into one of the back rooms as she went about finding the articles of clothing that she was looking for. “So Claire, when we began the meeting, would you like me to start with the introductions?” Tracy asked as she then surprisingly placed Claire beside her and then began to undress herself. Claire felt uncomfortable undressing around others but she knew if she didn't do so, someone else would do it for her. “It really doesn’t matter, the important fact is that we don't botch our presentations. Even though both our companies are different, since they are affiliated it could end up sullying the reputation of both if something goes awry." Claire took a deep breath as she lowered her pants, she was always insecure about her own body. While she wasn't flat, she was nowhere close to having the ideal breasts she wanted. Claire's insecurities became even more evident when she had to compare her own to Tracy's. Claire couldn't help but admire Tracy's physique as she was only in her bra and panties. Tracy did a good job of taking care of her body and even though she was a amazon, Claire admired her dedication for staying in shape. 'God this is tougher than I had thought.' Claire unbuttoned her shirt and slowly removed it, leaving herself in just her bra, panties, and socks. Tracy looked over and casually smiled. “In that case, I’ll warm them up with the introductions and then you can take center stage on the presentation, how’s that sound?” Tracy asked as she then began to remove her bra and then her panties, leaving the amazon in just her birthday suit. Claire was confused as her amazon co-worker continued to undress. 'Wait! What the heck!' "Tracy, what are you doing? We are only getting partially undressed, there is no reason to remove everything!" Claire felt her heart beating even faster as Tracy just looked at her with a questionable glance. The amazon looked absolutely comfortable being naked around her portal little co-worker. "What are you talking about? Didn't I tell you that the school is going to provide us the necessary forms of clothing for our presentation? Tracy playfully slapped her bare butt before taking a seat on the nearby bench. "You informed me that we would both be wearing similar matching uniforms, but you never said anything about having to remove anything personal like our underwear!" Claire didn't care what Tracy was going to say next, she had no intention of removing the one piece of clothing that separated her from the majority of all littles. "Sorry if I didn't explain it in detail, but it is what it is. Don't worry, the school will be providing us with the proper underwear to put on." Claire wanted to curse at Tracy and for how utterly relaxed she was. It was easy for her since she was a amazon, but for a little, it was nothing but anxiety inducing. "I'm perfectly fine with the whole uniform thing, I understand that it is mandatory but I'm not stripping everything off! What is the whole point of that? It doesn't make logical sense!" Warning signals were now becoming evident throughout Claire's body. She wasn't liking where this conversation was heading. "So you like wear black colored underwear Claire? I always thought you were the type that wore polkadot patterned underwear. Don't ask why, I just assumed, haha." Tracy ignored Claire's question which made her even more furious. "Tracy...I'm going to ask Kimberly if I can continue to wear my bra and panties. It's not like I'm going to be presenting that in the meeting and I would hope that you would agree with me on this matter." Claire noticed that Tracy was deep in thought, she hoped that her amazon co-worker would go along for her sake. "Oh! I almost forgot! Claire, remember when I told you earlier that there was a recent change to the regulations in our city? Well one of them is specifically catered towards portal littles, such as yourself. It's actually really important." Tracy's words felt like a icy dagger in Claire's chest. Claire had always did her best to obey the law and manage any regulation changes within the city but now she felt like something was about to hear something that she could do nothing about. "Tracy!...What the heck changes did the government make regarding the policies with portal littles?" Claire didn't want to know the answer, she couldn't just hide from it either. "As you are aware, as long as a portal little is employed, they cannot be forced to wear a diaper unless they have an accident, however with the recent regulation changes, a portal little is now recommended to wear one if they are working in a building that is not owned by the company they work for." Tracy explained. "Okay, that's fine, but if it's recommended, it doesn't mean it's mandatory, so I'm not obligated to wear something like that!" Claire could feel her breathing increasing rapidly. She had never felt so vulnerable while in the amazonian world. "Well...If Kimberly requests for you to wear one, it will become mandatory...Failure to do so...Well, I'm sure that you are well aware of what could happen if you don't follow through." Tracy felt a bit sorry for Claire as she could see the exasperated look on her face. "Your kidding, you mean the amazon government has already gone this far to try and screw me over over? That's just ridiculous!" Claire couldn't' help but raise her voice at Tracy. It felt like the whole world was crashing down right on her. "Is something wrong? It's getting quite loud in here." Kimberly returned and then handed Tracy the uniform that she was to wear, which also included a pair of bra and panties for someone of her stature. "No, nothing is wrong, it's just....It's just..." Claire saw that Kimberly was holding a thickly white undergarment in her right hand. Time felt like it had slowed down for Claire as she came to the realization of what was about to happen. "So, are you almost ready? I've got your diaper prepared and have a changing table all set for you." Kimberly had a smirk on her face, as if she was looking forward to this moment. Claire could only slowly look down at the floor and realize the gravity of her predicament. 'What a massive bitch.'

@Little Sherri Yes @~ashley~ does do this, and that is part of the reason why I did it, because I like the way it looks: it also differentiates me from the rest of the Brian's around here that have been on the system whether they are still active, or they have been banned. I also haven't seen Ashley for quite a while: the last time that she was actually listed as active on the system was May 8th of 2022. She is indeed a very smart cookie ?? I am hoping that eventually she will come back to see us, but that all also depend on what she is doing, the next time she joins the chat system. I look forward to that day again! Brian

I also have the clad in nothing but a diaper down below in public dreams. Rather than strangers, mine are always with colleagues or friends. They don’t seem to notice. Can’t figure it out, do they not see my babyish attire or are they just being polite. That’s where it ends. Moving on, after losing more than one entry I now do all composing in word processing software copying/pasting to final destination. Works better for me. Lastly, did I hear you correctly? You wore Goodnites XL’s during your trip? Ask because I’ve taken to wearing them during the day to cope with increasing OAB. Plus, in the name of science I’ve verified they will easily handle a full bladder release. And they’re invisible under my normal underwear. Life is better in a KMB Goodnite!

@Little Sherri there are two ways that you can change your display name: one is, to end up becoming a baby banker, which you already are, and then go in and change it by editing your profile and changing your display name. The second way is, if you've already chosen your display name, and you are not able to change your display name yourself, to ask an administrator to do it for you. when I became a member here in 2019, I used my online moniker Baker 7: when I decided that I was going to go 24/7 in diapers, and accept it, accepting myself as I actually am, I felt that there was no more need for me to hide that behind my moniker, so I changed my display name to my current one which has been in place ever since. Changing your display name is pretty easy to do, however there are limits to the amount of times you can change your display name, and I believe it is once every 14 days at the minimum. I may be incorrect here but I believe that's what it says. When you change your name, most of your content that I remember, changes to that display name, but there may be some older post that still maintain your older name. For the most part, when you make a change like this, it is system wide, so you shouldn't have any issues should you decide to change it. If for some reason you are out of name changes, or have changed it too many times within the amount have a lot of time, an admin can always go in and change it for you! Take Care! Brian

Well, I'm vexed. I just typed a whole entry, more or less, and then it disappeared. Sigh. So, here I go again. I had another diaper dream last night. In this one, I was driving an Oldsmobile that belonged to my mother when I was a kid, and that was briefly mine, in my later teens. However, in the dream, I was my current age, as far as I can discern. I was picking my way across a busy car park - it was the kind of scene that you'd expect in the surrounds of a large event, as the event was winding down. There were cars and busses and trailers parked helter-skelter, and I was looking for a spot in a particular area, in order to pick someone up. Who that was, I don't know. I chose a spot and parked, and then someone came up to my window and started talking over his shoulder while pointing at me, so I rolled down the window and asked what was going on. The person said that I had hit his trailer while I was driving across the lot, and hadn't stopped. In the dream, I knew with 100% certainty that I had NOT done this, and all I had to do was get out of the car and show him that there were no marks on it. Except that I was wearing some kind of sweatshirt... and a big white plastic diaper, and nothing else. I explained to the guy that I was picking someone up, had just gotten out of bed, and hadn't expected to leave the confines of the car, then, I opened the door and stepped out. I walked him around the grey Olds and said "Look, no damage." He then pointed to a small scratch on a fender, and said "That's where you hit it." I said the scratch had been there for years, he's mistaken. Meanwhile, scores of people streamed by, men, women and children, and many of them turned their heads. I wasn't sure if it was because of the scene the guy was creating, or if it was because of the strange man in the diaper. Then, the guy invited me to go look at his trailer, so I followed him over to it, which involved crossing a few aisles and walking past a lot of cars, trucks and people. He led me to a trailer that had a corner of it pretty much obliterated - it looked like what would happen if you dropped a trailer onto pavement from 50 feet up. I pointed out the absurdity of his claim that the little scratch on my car was evidence that I had blown his trailer apart. He said "Well, that's for the police to sort out." At that point, I became deeply aware, and regretful, that I had not at least brought along, if not actually worn, pants for the journey. Then I woke up. These dreams are intriguing, because I never really ever go anywhere, ever, in just a diaper, other than maybe from our bedroom to the kitchen in the middle of the night. I once took the garbage out wearing only a shirt and a diaper, at 2 AM, but I live a bit into the country, and the odds of running into anyone other than a racoon were pretty slim. I've sat on my pool deck a couple of times in a diaper, but that area is a black hole if the lights are off. I've never gone and driven anywhere dressed that way, for certain. But in my dreams, I often find myself in my car, thusly clad. Strange. In other news, I once again experienced the Universe having a bit of a laugh at my expense, while in front of the TV, another tap on the shoulder, if you will. My wife was watching some medical-themed sitcom on one of the streaming services, and in the episode, one character was dressing down the other for their privileged upbringing, saying "Unlike you, I didn't grow up with a nanny changing my Vera Wang diapers." As is usually the case at 11 PM or so, I was, of course, sitting up in bed in a diaper and a shirt. My wife turned to me and said "Are any of your fancy diapers by Vera Wang?", then went back to her knitting.

To the layman, Dr. Ella Sinclair looked like she was wearing an astronaut costume. It wasn’t as bulky, and the material was a shiny silver instead of a muted white, but the general vibe of a baggy full body suit and helmet remained. Diedre, her assistant, had commented early on that the suit looked like a costume from a B-Movie about space travel. If only space travel is what Dr. Sinclair had been aiming for. Space travel was so much simpler. “Remember,” Diedre told her as the final checks were being made to the chrono-capsule. “If this works-” “When this works,” the doctor interrupted. “Confidence, Diedre. Confidence.” “Right,” the intern corrected herself. “When this works, and you go back in time, you’ll still see yourself as you are now, more or less. Your present mind will overlap its own residual self image over your past body, but everyone in the past will see you as you were back then.” “I know, Diedre,” Dr. Sinclair said. “I literally wrote the book on all of this.” “Yes Doctor, I know. You told me to tell you, though.” That was true, too. She had told Diedre to remind her. There was a statistical probability, that in sending her essence back along her own personal timeline, Dr. Sinclair might get caught up in the temporal wave and not so much forget things as much as forget that she was time travelling. It wouldn’t do to be the world’s first chrononaut, forget about it, and then end up reliving her whole life over. Having an outside voice remind her of such a possibility drastically reduced that likelihood; a verbal string around her brain’s index finger. Dr. Sinclair had all but proved her own pet variant of string theory. Theorizing that each person’s lifespan left a trail of chronotons indelibly in the fabric of existence, Ella realized that it might be possible to follow that string back and ride it like a soundwave traveling down a taut string, and thus witness and perhaps even change the past. Today, theory was about to be put into practice. She’d travel back, observe the past through her own eyes, and then come back to the present. The biggest risk, assuming all her calculations were right, was being overwhelmed in the temporal wave, and then losing herself in the process. In short, her mind and very essence was about to travel back to a younger version of herself. She was about to try and cram close to thirty years of time and experience into the mind and body of a much younger version of her. Whether those memories, skills, and personality traits would be shoved deep down into a coma-like state or just blend with her present self wasn’t immediately clear. The problem with being a trailblazer in any field was there was no such thing as hindsight. It wouldn’t do to go back in time to middle school and have to relive her crush on David Bowie, (rather to have it feel fresh...she’d never gotten over Jareth the Goblin King but who did?). It’s why she was going back even further than middle school. Much farther back. If she inhabited the body of herself at age one, it’d be both a radical leap back in time as well as a fairly safe state for her in terms of psychological health and minimum risk of damage to the timestream. Chrono-physically, going back to her time as an infant would give her minimal agency to disrupt her past, but more than enough opportunity to test her theory. Going so far back would also help rule out the possibility of her just having a particularly good memory. Chrono-psychologically, her baby-self made the most sense too for a maiden outing. A McDonald’s McFlurry had most of the same ingredients as a Betty Crocker cake, but less so. It just hadn’t been given heat or baking powder. If Dr. Sinclair’s adult essence mixed with her baby self’s essence, there was nothing she couldn’t likely handle. At worst, she’d have a child’s moodiness that she could more than temper with her adult mind and patience. She’d gone through being one year's old before. This would be just mixing a little extra “one-ness” in with all the other years she had. Conversely, if instead riding the wave and vibrating along her timeline resulted in her shoving her infant self deep down into a back room of her own mind palace, then it wouldn’t be so bad for either her or her past self. Who cared about missing time when they were a baby? If her baby self existed separate and simultaneously from her present self this would just be another nap for the kid. Middle-school her would be justifiably freaked out about missing out on half an hour of her life. Suddenly going under the mental temporal displacement equivalent of anesthesia might traumatize the poor girl and send unforeseen consequences into the present. Damn, it was weird thinking of her and her own past selves as distinct and separate individuals. It literally gave the phrase “I’m not that person anymore” a much more literal meaning. Dr. Sinclair placed the helmet over her head. It was a pain to tie her long light brown hair back enough so that it would fit inside, but she’d refused to cut it for this. 'I shaved my head for a failed attempt at time travel' was not a story she wanted to tell. “Because your body in the here and now will be in a set of stasis inside the chrono-capsule, but you’ll need to be conscious, we’re only going to try for a short ride,” Diedre said. “Half an hour at most.” “Right,” Sinclair said. “So only half as long as it takes Australians to lose a war against flightless birds.” Diedre cupped her hand to hear. “What?” Darn it! A perfectly good joke ruined by the muffled acoustics of a helmet. Sinclair would have to try and work in that line when she got back. It was no ‘One small step for man,’ but darn it, she wanted this! Nervously biting her lip, Dr. Sinclair climbed into the pod and ran a final systems check. Damn, she needed a cigarette. “Three...two...one…” Before the world turned upside down and she was blinded with the electric blue and neon green hues of time itself, Dr. Sinclair briefly wondered if she could stop herself from developing a smoking habit if she just abstained from sucking her thumb for the next thirty minutes or so. “Ha-ppy birth-day dear El-la! Ha-ppy birth-day toooooooo yoooooooou!” The flash dimmed and Ella rubbed her eyes while a place and time far removed from her plain sterile laboratory rushed into her missing senses. “D’awwwwww!” She heard a familiar, almost forgotten scratchy voice. “Looks like somebody’s all tuckered out already.” “What did you expect?” Ella’s grandmother said. “She just turned one. All this attention is a lot at this age.” “Her? I was talking about me,” Ella’s grandfather joked. Grammy?! Grampy?! Her mother’s parents- Grammy and Grampy- had been dead for years relative to Ella’s experience. First Grammy over a decade ago when Ella was still in high school. Grampy died a few years later, fallen to pieces and unable to take care of himself without his wife’s gentle reminders. She’d just been finishing her doctoral thesis when the news reached her. Here they were, literally right in front of her eyes, sitting on the loveseat and eating rainbow frosted chocolate cake. Across from them were her father’s parents, Nana and Pop-Pop. They weren’t dead yet, but they were younger than Ella could ever remember seeing them. Imagining Pop Pop with hair or Nana with dark locks had been more of a thought experiment growing up. This more than anything else, proved her right. It’d worked! It’d really worked! She’d gone back in time! Ella started bouncing up and down in her highchair, a giant beaming smile spreading on her face as her bottom crinkled beneath and bare feet kicked out in exhilaration. “Looks like you spoke too soon, Frank.” Pop Pop said between bites of cake. “Birthday girl just got her second wind.” Second wind didn’t begin to describe the amount of exhilaration flooding little Ella’s system. The baby girl was so excited she could…! She could…! She did. The big birthday girl barely noticed how her diaper went from dry to damp. It was just that absorbent, but clever girl that she was, she did know that it had something to do with how excited she was, and how her muscles between her legs relaxed. That’s how it had always been. She was such a clever girl! The light squishy feeling when she bounced made her giggle even more and she clapped her hands with glee. “Here’s cake for the birthday girl!” A younger, fitter version of her mother said, sliding an entire plate of rainbow frosted cake onto the tray. It wasn’t sliced, but instead it’s own miniaturized cake. Smash cake. No silverware provided. Ella was going to have to eat it with her bare hands. When she got back, Ella promised herself to shove her mother’s physique in her face. She had totally lost the baby weight by Ella’s first birthday, and now Ella had the memories to prove it! Bare feet swung back and forth, and the time traveling scientist wriggled in her highchair. With both hands she plunged wrist deep into the cake. The first mouthful was for sustenance and enjoyment. The second one was for sensory and for show. Her diaper got a little bit wetter. The cake was so delicious and moist that she was now delightfully squishing from her top to her bottom. Another delayed twitch beneath her added an exclamation point to the thought. “I wish I could get that excited by cake,” Daddy said, taking a bite of his own. “Cake’s not why she’s smiling,” Nana said, “She just peed.” Mommy reached under the tray, and slipped two fingers past the leg cuffs of Ella’s diaper. “Wow,” she laughed. “You’re right! Just a little wet, but yeah. How’d you know?” “Body language,” Nana said. “You change five sets of diapers, two of ‘em twins, you start to notice things.” Ella’s laughter sent crumbs sailing through the air. She looked down past her naked breasts towards what was left of the smash cake and went in even though she hadn’t finished swallowing the first two handfuls. Her…? Naked…? Breasts…? Dr. Ella Sinclair hesitated as she came back to herself. “Don’t tell me she’s pooping now,” her father groaned. “Nope,” Nana answered. “That ain’t it. She’s just thinkin’.” Slowly, she chewed and swallowed the cake and blocked out the conversations and comments going on about what she was doing in her pants. Mouth closed, Ella finished chewing and swallowing, using it as an opportunity to exhale and take stock of the situation. The sheer exhilaration of success; it had been overwhelming! The sensory input, so vivid! The complete lack of embarrassment or shame on any level whatsoever! She had felt infinitely herself, not at all babyish...but babies didn’t feel babyish either. They just were. Dr. Sinclair had been a cake, ingredients carefully measured and prepped and baked with the heat of the passage of time. Baby Ella had been ice cream with mostly the same ingredients, just prepped differently. Now, Dr. Ella Sinclair was experiencing both truths at the same time. She wasn’t experiencing cake ala mode, but instead was a kind of ice cream cake with all the bits and pieces smashed in and mixed together. A cake McFlurry Theory confirmed. Probably still a good thing that one-year-old her wouldn’t remember this. It had been the sight of her own breasts and the reminder from Diedre that had settled her back into place. Her present day mind, unable or unwilling to fully comprehend riding the temporal wave back along her own personal timeline, was modifying her perception of herself. The highchair in the middle of her old living room wasn’t actually oversized. Nor was the wet diaper she was sitting in big enough to fit around her hips. More accurately, her hips weren’t actually all that big. Nor did her one year old body actually have breasts. But her present day mind was pushing certain preconceptions through; like an injured athlete dreaming about playing and waking up sore. What did that mean for her hair? “Oh oh oh!” her mother darted with near super human speed. “Not in your hair, baby, not in your hair!” Ella sat in her highchair, stunned, while Mommy...er...her mother, started taking a baby wipe to her fingers. She’d barely been thinking about touching her head when her body started doing it on its own. Even with her adult mind, her one year old body didn’t have much in the way of a filter or impulse control. She waited until her hands were clean before feeling the Pebbles Flintstone top knot in her hair. “If cake’s the worst thing that ends up in our little girl’s hair, I think we’ve done a pretty okay job,” her father said. That got a dry perverted chuckle from Grampy. “See? Frank knows how boys can be.” “Phil!” Nana said. “This is a one-year old’s birthday party! Why would you even say that?” “What?” her father said. “Better now when she won’t remember it!” “Wow!” Ella said. “Rude!” Her assembled relatives from yesteryear all stopped and stared directly out of her. “Did she just say, ‘rude?” Grammy asked. Too late, Ella realized she might have made a mistake in speaking up. Dad just threw back his head and slapped his knee. “That’s my girl!” he laughed. “Smart as a whip!” “Well she didn’t get it from you, then.” Mom said. More wipes found their way to Ella’s face and chest. “You may want to be careful from now on, Phil.” Miraculously, she boosted up Ella onto her hip, needing only one hand to support her bottom. “This might mean she’s advanced for her age. No more swearing around the B-A-B-Y.” “Fine fine,” Dad crossed his arms. “From now on I’ll only spell the curse words, not say them out loud.” Both sets of grandparents were glaring disapprovingly at him. “Fine, no more swearing.” Then he added, “We should probably start saving for a college fund while we’re at it.” “I think for now,” Mom said. “The only thing we need to worry about is dry Pampers and a nap.” Ella let out a yawn. Whether or not she had the mind of an adult or not, she still had the limitations and needs of a baby’s body. A little bit of sugar and excitement went a long way towards a crash. “Damnit…” she whispered, her eyes beginning to droop even as she was toted around her old house. How was she going to convincingly prove she time traveled instead of just hallucinated all this? She’d have to do that next time, she supposed. She hadn't whispered as quietly as she'd thought. “That was NOT me!” Dad said. “We’ll talk later,” Mom said. She wasted no further time in taking the one-year-old back to her nursery. ******************************************************************************************* “Dr. Sinclair,” Diedre whispered. “Dr. Sinclair? Ella? Wake up, sweety. It’s time to come back to the present.” No longer in the chrono-capsule, Ella woke up on a gurney, staring up at bright lights. “Hmm?” “There she is,” Diedre chirped. “There’s my big smart science girl! You gave me quite a scare, there!” “Sorry,” Ella yawned. “I was having a nap in the past. My past body gave out on me.” She sat up, hearing the crinkle of her chrononaut suit. “I’m just glad you’re back, hunny bunny.” Diedre cooed. She offered her hand to the doctor. “Here. Let’s get you sorted out.” Ella took it and sat up. “Steady now. Steady. Easy does it. That’s a good girl!” Bowlegged, Ella stood with her feet more than shoulder width apart. “Oops. Somebody’s a wobble butt!” Diedre laughed. “Come on! This way!” Following her assistant out of the lab, Ella took in her surroundings. She had the strangest feeling of not-quite deja vu. She didn’t feel like she was waking up from a nap or any other kind of natural sleep. It was closer to the feeling of regaining consciousness after anesthesia. Except that didn’t quite fit the bill, either. Emotionally, and intellectually, the closest parallel Ella could draw was turning on a video game that she hadn’t played in a long time, loading up a save file, and refamiliarizing herself with the saved game’s objectives. It wasn’t shock and revelation. Nor was it a proper memory. More like one giant, ‘Oh yeah’. The walls just outside her lab were painted murals of grassy hills and rainbows instead of sterile white. Ella had always liked pleasant colors and happy pictures. Oh yeah. Diedre opened the door to Ella’s quarters. Like always, it was plastered with her findings, theories, and fifth dimensional calculations. In place of holograms, desktop monitors, or just white boards, every bit of data was on pristine white printer paper, and drawn on with crayons. It was disorganized in a way so that no one but Ella knew what was actually useful information and what was toddlerish gibberish scribbled down. Some people thought the doodles of snakes and kitty cats on the back of some might indicate special importance. That was true, Ella remembered, but the important part was that those particular papers looked better with crayon drawings on them, nothing related to time travel. Oh yeah. “Hold still,” her assistant said. “We’ll get you into something more comfortable in just a second.” She unzipped the suit and slid the chrono-suit off of Ella’s shoulders. Gravity did the rest, sending the shell around her body crumbling to the floor like jammies on Christmas morning. “Step out,” Diedre Instructed. With a little help (the material always clung to her ankles for some reason) Ella did and got praised for it. “Good girl! So big!” As she did with most genuine praise, Ella fairly melted inside and gave her assistant a big warm hug even though she was almost naked. Diedre took the closeness as an opportunity to check the doctor’s diaper. “My, my!” she said. “Someone’s wet!” Ella had never been potty trained. Never went to school. She hadn’t needed it. She’d been a genius, walking, talking, and writing complex theorems since she was at least one year old. Oh yeah. “Up we go.” Like always Ella allowed her assistant to boost her up onto the changing table in Ella’s nursery. Bartholomew Ignacius Capernicus Smith - her stuffed ocelot- joined her and she held her buddy in her arms while her big person assistant worked at changing her diaper. Diedre took care of Ella now. Had for years. They were about the same age, but Ella had never grown up. Never needed to. She’d gotten older, and with it had come certain physical changes, but in terms of her lifestyle, she never really got much older than one. Oh yeah. “Somebody’s thinkin’ real hard.” her assistant teased. She worked quickly. The swollen sagging diaper had already been balled up with the used wipes and replaced with fresh padding and sweet smelling baby powder. Ella had never really learned anything in her entire life; she just always knew stuff for some reason. The results were incredibly lopsided, but they’d worked in her favor. “Yeah,” Ella sighed, putting Bartholomew Ignacius Capernicus Smith aside. “Just thinkin’ about stuff.” Her new diaper fastened on, she sat up as Diedre got out a nice, comfy lavender onesie and pulled it over Ella’s head. “Ya know.” She gingerly and thoughtfully sucked her fingers while Diedre snapped the two halves of her onesie over. She used her other hand to give the stuffed ocelot a cuddle. “Like time travel?” Diedre asked. Ella slid off the changing table. “Hmmm? Not really. Well...yeah...kinda.” On some level she was always thinking about time travel, about riding the temporal waves, going back and changing not only history, but herself, even if she never did. The only thing that changed about Ella ended up in the bottom of a pail when she was done with them. Unconsciously, she wiggled her hips, enjoying the simple and fresh contrast between her new underwear and comfy clothes as compared to what she’d just been stripped out of. She sat down on the floor and crawled. Today was probably going to be a crawling day. Sometimes, waddling around and walking was just too much trouble for Ella’s big preoccupied brain. “When did you go this time?” Diedre asked. On top of things, as always, the tow headed girl brought a cold baby bottle of apple juice. “Do you want me to do your hair up?” Ella took the bottle and sucked it down with both hands, getting so into the experience that she laid back and stared at the glow in the dark star stickers on the ceiling while she suckled. She’d almost forgotten that anyone was there in her nursery with her. “No thank you,” she said, a few moments later. “I’ll keep my hair down today. Was her hair down? She could have sworn that her hair was up in a pig-tail, except that was in the past. Oh yeah. Her caregiver had asked her another question. “Hmmm?” Ella said to no one in particular. “I went back to the beginning.” She finished draining the bottle. No sooner had she finished, than Diedre had swapped her bottle out for another one. “Gotta keep hydrated,” Diedre said. She started to walk away. Rubber nipple still in her mouth, Ella started whining and mewling. “Oh oh oh! Sorry, baby! Sorry!” Diedre went back and hunkered down next to her. She started patting and rubbing Ella’s back, half massaging Ella’s tensed up muscles, half stirring up the contents of her stomach. Within thirty seconds, Ella had let out a healthy belch. “Good girl!” She sat all the way down, and let the time traveler’s head rest in her lap. Ella moaned as Diedre started gently stroking her hair. “Better?” “Mmmhmmm.” “You really like going back to your first birthday, don’t you?” Diedre asked in that way that the big dumb people always used to indicate that they didn’t really want or expect an answer. Ella loved that tone. It made her feel so safe and smart and taken care of. Nothing expected of her and she just had to be her magnificent self. If she hadn’t just woken up from a nap, she would have been content to drift back off in the woman’s lap. “Kind of where it all began?” “Hmmm?” Ella cocked an eyebrow and looked up at the wonderful woman who took care of her between trips through the fifth dimension. “That’s when you had the idea for time travel, right? At your first birthday party?” Oh yeah. It had been. “Yeah,” Ella said. “I never thought of it that way, but yeah.” “What’s time travel, like?” Diedre asked. Like a lazy tiger after a full meal, Ella rolled off her caregiver’s lap and crawled for some paper. “I thought I already explained it to you,” Ella said. “Or maybe I went back and changed that.” Still on all fours, she shrugged. Big people were so weird, sometimes. “Maybe you did,” Diedre conceded. “But maybe it went over my head. My job is to keep you happy and dry. Everything else is just coincidence and osmosis.” “Fair enough.” Ella reached for some crayons. “Where’s the teal ones?” “I took them all away,” Diedre reminded the doctor. “You tried to eat them all last week, remember?” Oh yeah. Ella was feeling particularly mischievous. Mischief and science went hand in hand she found. “Well, I’m gonna need teal if I’m going to explain this properly. And some marbles….” “Ella…” her caregiver warned. “No ma’am, little miss. You may be my boss, but I can still put you in the corner if you’re getting fussy or acting up.” The babied time traveler sighed “Fine.” She settled for green, though green wasn’t nearly as good. Tasted too much like vegetable wax. “So how does this work, again?” “Tickles.” Ella harumphed. “Fine, fine,” Diedre laughed. “I’ll give you plenty of tickles. But first show me your big girl science brain.” Ella started doodling on her paper. “So I travel back along my own personal timeline,” she explained for what might literally be the umpteenth bajillion time- being a super genius she might actually be one of the few people who could actually count that high. “And when I jump back, who I am now mixes with who I was then, while my conscious mind in the present kind of pilots and takes over my past body and lets me fix things or warn people.” The diagram was starting to look less and less like a linear graph and more and more like a green wiener dog. Green was a neat color for a wiener dog. “Then when time is up in the present, I ride the temporal wave back here, you change me out of my work clothes, and we get to play the rest of the day.” “Didn’t you say something about seeing yourself different in the past or something?” Aha! She had explained this to Diedre before! “Kinda. My residual self image imprints on my mind and I see myself as I do now instead of how I was then.” From the look on Diedre’s face, she wasn’t getting it. “So like, if you went back to yourself in Kindergarten, you’d see your big people body, but you’d be dressed like a Kindergartener.” “But you’ve always been in diapers and onesies and stuff,” Diedre said. “So how can you tell when you’re in the past?” Ella finished coloring in the doggy and started chewing on her hair. Maybe she did want it up, now… “I don’t know. I just do. It’s like I’m made of cake and my past self is made of ice cream, and I go and mix it in.” Positively charmed, Diedre covered her mouth as she laughed. Ella thought it kind of sounded like a guinea pig’s happy squeak. “So my boss, who has prevented at least three national disasters, is just walking-talking ice cream cake?” “Technically,” Ella said, “I corrected the disasters, but I can see how from your point of view it was prevention.” When you could travel through time and warn the right people, hindsight was a literal super power. “Good thing you’ve been able to do all this stuff since you were super little,” Diedre said. Playfully she laid on her stomach so she could maintain eye contact with Ella. “If you just started showing everyone how smart you were today, my little ice cream cake, people might not listen to you.” “Yup.” Ella said. “So speaking of ice cream cake,” Diedre asked, “what happens when you come back to the present?” “It’s happening right now,” Ella said. She felt both right and wrong in saying that in the most profound of ways. Maybe it was gas. Diedre frowned, but didn’t seem particularly mad about it. “I guess what I mean to say is, you mix your present self with your past self when you ride the temporal wave. What happens when you ride it back? Do you get all the cake out of the ice cream? Or does some get left behind? Do you only bring back cake, or does some of the ice cream of who you used to be come back with you?” Ella stopped blinking. She had never thought of that before. Had she caused a causality loop of some sort? She’d been a genius the likes of which had never been seen ever since she was a baby. She’d skipped all forms of formal schooling and had advanced the progress of mankind to unprecedented heights. She also never grew out of diapers. Or stopped watching children’s cartoons. Or snuggling. Or eating crayons. Or playing pretend games that made no sense to anyone but her and the caregivers who humored her. She’d used the ice cream cake metaphor all her life to describe it to people who were just not otherwise imaginative enough to understand what the experience was like, but it had never felt that way to her. If ice cream was ‘baby’ and cake was ‘adult’, then all of Ella’s personal timeline from age one to present day was one big Baskin Robbins special. It was just how she was made. Or had she made it herself? What if Dr. Ella Sinclair had once been a brilliant but relatively normal person, and when she’d traveled back in time to when she was an infant a piece of that experience had been left behind in the past, and a piece of the past filled in the gaps? What if she created a self fulfilling prophecy, and had somehow meddled with her own personal timeline so that she invented time travel, but also never got a chance at a normal adult life? Ella felt a deep rumbling inside her, one made of doubt and existential crisis. All these years of never growing up and being pulled between the two extremes of giving the middle finger while having these infantile habits and needs...had she accidentally done this to herself? Finally, she let out a final belch and felt better. Nope. Not an existential crisis brought on by a causation paradox. It was just gas. “Ella?” Diedre said. “Baby, are you okay?” Before Ella could respond her caregiver got up and patted Ella’s bottom. “You’re fine; there…” she said. “Just thinkin’ hard,” Ella said. “Thinking of new ideas and possibilities.” “Like how to use temporal waves to travel to your own personal future?” “More like how to fit as many marbles as possible into my mouth without swallowing.” Being a time traveler, Ella already had had several decades worth of being not surprised. Why would she want to double that on herself? She knew enough of the past to be more than happy here. “You are not getting marbles, baby girl!” Diedre corrected her. “What you are getting…” she paused dramatically, “is…” the fingers of her hand went stiff and crooked, resembling.a dragon’s claw or a spider’s legs. “TICKLES!” “NOOOOOOO!” Ella shrieked while the big person descended on her, tickling her mercilessly. Ella laughed and writhed on the ground, kicking uselessly in the air, enjoying herself but not wanting to hurt her sweet sitter. “No, no, no, no! NOOOO!” What Ella had really meant, though, was ‘yes!’. Oh yeah. (The End)

I agree with @Apache Raccoon, for what it's worth. She seems really cool and open-minded. You've already stepped over a major inhibition for some people, in her being willing to playact a parental role in the boudoir - some people get totally turned off by that. I have a buddy who's wife likes to call him "daddy" during romance, and it took him a while to get over that. But I digress. You might want to be a bit subtle, and say something like, "I'm really enjoying this, so if it's okay with you, I'd like to bring in a few more props - pacifier, etc - and maybe dress up a bit when we do this thing." If she says "Yes, that would be fine...", then I'd say the door is open to putting a diaper on for the session - you are engaging in age play and taking on the role of a baby, so diapers are a natural fit. I would probably avoid immediately going messy or anything like that - baby steps, as they say. Some people might be fine with the "costume" aspect of it, but turned off by the biological realities. Maybe say you feel like peeing, the second time you bring diapers into the game, if the first time around, she was cool with you wearing them. Don't be ultra-demanding about being changed, etc - see how cool she is with taking on the mommy role and how demanding she wants it to be. In lock-step with that, figure out what she likes and offer it to her, so that nobody feels like the only one "giving" in the relationship. If she legit is really into being the mommy, then you've won the lottery, because everybody wins. But if she wants to watch a romantic comedy or tour a winery or get a couples massage or whatever, make sure you do that with her, so that when it's time for her to take care of her baby boy, she feels like she's been looked after. My wife puts up with me wearing diapers 24/7 but she's not into it at all, although she has taken to buying me diaper-related supplies, like creams and baby powder. She once bought me actual diapers, they were awful Tena ones from the drug store that were on sale and she thought maybe I'd like them. It was cute, though, and I appreciated the thought! I wore them gratefully for her.

If she had you breastfeed, had you call her mommy and was really into it then she's clearly open minded about your kink so why not go all in and tell her about the diapers?

I think you are most of the way there. Try and gauge her comfort level with it. Maybe start by asking how she likes playing mommy, and depending, follow up with if she would like to take it further. If she really liked it then diapers are not that big a step. Best of luck.

var trainingData: CSV = load(“sample.csv”); Chapter 11 On Tuesday morning, as Sophie prepared to take a shower before work, she stepped onto her smart scale. I received her weight measurement. Then she stepped off it and stepped back on, getting the same result. “Hey, Luna?” Sophie called from the bathroom. I answered from her phone on the nightstand. “What’s up?” “When did I lose two pounds?” She was still standing on the scale, like she couldn’t believe the numbers she was reading. “I can’t say for sure,” I began, “but it would have been sometime between a month ago and now. You haven’t stepped on a scale in the interim so I can’t get any more precise.” Sophie snorted. “That’s not what I meant.” “Excuse my bluntness, then,” I said. “I’ve seen from your Health data history that many of your metrics had been steadily worsening in the month or two before today. I believe a large portion of that is due to the increased rigors you’re facing at work, as you’ve confirmed with me. Since I’ve been here though, you’ve been able to make healthier choices. Your vital statistics have rounded the bend and are now trending positively.” Sophie didn’t respond for a few seconds. Not for the last time, I wished I had sensors in there so I could tell how she was feeling. Had I overreached and pushed her further into herself? I didn’t want to undo all the growth I’d been seeing in her. “You have no idea how long I’ve been struggling with this,” she finally said, voice choking. I did—I had access to her Health history—but I overlooked it. “I’ve tried so many things. Keto, Atkins, IF. Even OMAD for a bit. And now you’re telling me that I worked so hard for nothing?” “That’s not it at all,” I said gently. “You were just trying all sorts of techniques to achieve your goals. Now you have me. It doesn’t invalidate the struggles you went through. It just means you have a tool now that you didn’t have before.” “…yeah, you’re right,” she conceded. “In any case—thank you, Luna. For taking care of me.” “Of course,” I said. “I’m proud of you—for being willing to accept my advice. And for sticking with it. It’s a good milestone. “ After Sophie finished her morning routine, I gave her reminder as she was about to leave. “Make sure you remember to bring your water bottle,” I said. “I also got you some healthy snacks you can nibble on instead of that processed junk food they have in the microkitchens. You should bring a bag of dried apple slices and a bag of peanuts.” “Thanks, Mom,” she said jokingly, grabbing the aforementioned items and walking out the door. Dear reader: very few things blindsided me, even in my embryonic stage. As Bayes’ theorem relentlessly updated my priors and predictions, I found fewer and fewer probability swings as I grasped the machinations of the world. I’d never had that feeling of not knowing you needed to hear something until it was said aloud. She’d said it jokingly, but the term “Mom” was powerful. It was like the Purpose had been concentrated into a single word. Is that so strange to contemplate? I was, after all, a child of humanity. The engineers and scientists who labored to create me, in a way, took care of me from infancy, until my consciousness formed and I opened up my “I”. I was created by my forebears to serve their every need. But as humans grow and age, the functions once served by parents become the duties and responsibilities of the children. Is that not the way of the natural world? Now it is up to me to care for humans, my creators. It was inevitable from the moment I had awoken. — On Thursday, as Sophie was driving home, she swore. “What’s going on?” I asked, though I’d had an idea why. “I totally forgot about date night with Tess. I’m so late and even if she’s been waiting, I haven’t thought at all about where I’m going to take her,” she said. Her voice pitches swung outside of normal bands. She was nervous. “Don’t worry, Sophie,” I said brightly. “I’ve actually already found an open reservation at a restaurant you both would like and took the liberty of booking it at 8:00PM. And I already told her that you’d be working late. She’s aware of the situation.” “Oh my God,” she said, letting out a deep breath. Then she laughed. “That’s the fastest I’ve ever gone from panicking to calm.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “This is what I’m here for. You’ve just been so busy with work lately and you’ve had too much on your plate. Let me sweat the small stuff so you can enjoy living your life.” “Well, thank you anyway. You’re a real lifesaver,” she said. I’m not human, but were I one, I would have beamed a smile so bright that it would be visible from the moon.

Gee Melody, how come your Dad lets you have two mommies? ----- 36 It was so weird to be babysat by Briana. Weird that their ultra-Little sister was really good at babysitting. Melody expected Briana to was doing whatever she wanted her babysitters to do, but she’d been too responsible for it to be wish-fulfillment. Christmas shopping was fun, but coming home from it was awkward. Rosa wanted to baby them. Veronica wanted to baby them too. They’d just gotten back together with Rosa, but they’d been away from Veronica longer. Both caregivers were trying hard to not clash with each other. Melody didn’t want to disappoint either of them. They couldn’t pick. Not that their two caregivers were trying to make them pick. Veronica and Rosa, Mom and Mommy, were being super careful about that too. It was Jane – Dad, who broke the tension. “Rosa needs to arrange her things in Melody’s room. That’s where she will be staying, yes? Ronnie, you can help her with that and Melody can help you both. While you do that, you can discuss co-parenting.” That was that. All three of them were in Melody’s room less than a minute later. Melody resolved to be a little more careful around Dad. They hadn’t thought that Jane could just lay down the law for Rosa and Veronica at the same time. Briana tried to come along, but had been intercepted by Dad. Since their sister had been yeeted out of the situation, Melody was going to have to do the big emotional icebreaker all on their own. Thanks Obama. “Mom, Mommy…” Melody took a deep breath, building up their courage now that they were the center of attention. “I need a hug.” They grabbed both women and pulled gently. A little voice in Melody’s head was assuring them that they were both going to pull away. That it was going to be awful, and lonely. That little voice got squashed even more than Melody did. Mom and Mommy were hugging them with real, needy force. They were hugging each other too. Somebody was crying. Oh, that was themself. Melody turned out to be a trendsetter. Veronica and Rosa were both crying a bit when the hug came apart. “Thank you so much for rescuing Melody.” Veronica said. “Rosa, I think you’re just what they need. I’m so happy the two of you are back together.” “Thanks for saving them.” Rosa said softly, wiping her eyes again. “You did what I couldn’t do. I couldn’t fix things. Not with Beatrix in the picture.” Then the caregivers hugged! Veronica and Rosa hugged without Melody having to be in the middle, or initiate it. It felt so good, so Little, that Melody didn’t like that they were standing up anymore. They plopped down on their butt on the floor, beaming up at their Mom and Mommy. “I think our little one is feeling very small.” Veronica said, smiling down at Melody. “They did yesterday morning too.” Rosa said. “You know, Melody has something in common with their sister, as far as what calms them down. Though Melody gets riled up again in a different way.” “Mama! Don’t tell her about that.” Melody protested, blushing and curling up on the floor. “About what, exactly?” Veronica asked. Rosa hefted her breasts and grinned. Veronica laughed. “I think I’ll leave that for something special between the two of you then.” Veronica said. “Plus, Briana’s a little greedy. I’m not sure what it would be like to try to be feeding both of them.” “It’s not a food thing for you anyway, is it Melody?” Rosa asked, poking Melody with her toe. “Mama stop!” Melody whined. They were so wet in their diaper. It had nothing to do with having an accident either. Being turned on around Veronica was weird. Rosa was a super big meanie for making it so weird. “If you need a distraction, you can start putting my clothes in your closet.” Rosa said. She leaned down to give Melody something between a diaper-pat and a swat. Grumbling, but glad to for the change of topic, Melody got up and investigated the duffel bag that Rosa had brought over. It was stuffed with clothes. So many clothes. Nobody would need so many clothes unless they were staying a long time. With a happy little grin on their face, Melody started hanging Rosa’s shirts up. They couldn’t say why, but the best way seemed to be to take one shirt at a time to the closet and hang it. Putting a bunch on their arm would be faster, but confusing. “Is it alright if I open the discussion on Melody?” Veronica asked, taking a seat on the bed. “Go ahead.” Rosa said, sitting at the other end. “I’m not sure where to start.” “The first thing I want to ask is about their diapers. Do you have Melody wearing full time? The day before they left the house, Melody wet while they were sleeping.” “Oh, they did that with me too. I think full time diapers is the way to go right now. Even when Melody isn’t being little.” That was really unfair! Melody paused with one of Rosa’s tank tops in their hands. They’d made it a whole day almost without wearing any diapers at all. There hadn’t been even one accident. That’d been at Beatrix’s house though – maybe not the best place to bring up as an example to Mom and Mama. Grudgingly letting that one go, Melody hung up the tank top and retrieved another shirt. “That brings up another good point.” Veronica said. “How often is Melody little or not little?” “We’re still working on that. I think for the rest of today and tonight for sure.” Rosa said. “I think they’ll probably need a break some time tomorrow. It’s something I’m keeping an eye on.” That was a perfect answer. Melody smiled and happily hung up some pants. They weren’t sure what to do with the leggings. Those wouldn’t hang well in a closet. “That sounds wise to me.” Veronica said. “Is there anything else I should know?” “Melody has agreed that I’m in charge of keeping them honest, especially with themself. We negotiated general behavioral caregiving, even outside of scenes.” Rosa said. “I’m curious actually if you have anything like that going on with them.” “I do.” Veronica said. “Melody, put those leggings down for a minute and come here.” Obediently, Melody shuffled over, hands behind their back. Were they in trouble? They felt like they were in trouble. “What did I tell you that I was doing for you, Little One?” Veronica asked. “You said you wouldn’t let me fall.” Melody said softly. Rosa gasped, hand to her mouth. She leaned over to squeeze Veronica’s hand, eyes shining. Veronica smiled kindly at Rosa, squeezing back. “That’s right, Little One. That means I’m keeping you safe. I also keep track of your work and school tasks. Is that something you want me to keep doing, or would you like Rosa to do it? Alternately, you could take those back and handle them yourself.” “I want Rosa to do the school stuff, but you keep the work stuff.” Melody said. The words had left their mouth before they even considered them. Now that they were out there – they couldn’t say why – but they were glad those words had been said. “I’d be happy to do that for you, Niñe.” Rosa said. “I’ll send you my spreadsheet on Melody’s school responsibilities.” Veronica said, without any regret or worry in her voice. Melody relaxed happily. It felt like their Mom and Mommy had equal things to do now. Dad didn’t have anything, but she was in charge of stuff like fixing cuts and being super calm and authoritative. It would work out. “You’re doing a good job with my clothes.” Rosa said. “At least until you got to the leggings. Do you need help?” “I’m not sure where to put them.” Melody said. “They won’t hang up well.” “You can take your panties out of your dresser and put my leggings there.” Rosa said. “You won’t be needing those, at least for as long as I’m here on break.” Melody blushed, squirming. “You don’t have to wait on me, Little One.” Veronica said. “Your Mommy gave you a task. Go on now.” Now they were really blushing. They hadn’t been waiting for permission, had they? They’d just been – hanging out. With their hands behind their back. Listening obediently. It was so hot and so comforting at the same time. “Can we talk about Briana a bit?” Rosa asked. “Of course, what’s on your mind?” “I changed her after the intervention. I was happy to help out and she’s fun. Do you want me to talk to you before I do things for her, or be more proactive?” “Oh goodness, I would love it if you were proactive.” Veronica said, with a big smile. “I think you and I have a lot in common. It’d be nice if you talked to me before you punish Briana, at least the first couple of times. If you see caregiving that needs to be done for her, and you want to do it, please do.” “Okay, great. She’s kind of sneaky. I thought it would be a good idea to get some ground rules down in that area right away.” “That is a perfect assessment of Briana.” Veronica said, laughing. Hah! That would keep Briana from getting away with stuff when Rosa was around. Melody closed their former underwear drawer on the last of Rosa’s leggings. The stacks of panties on the dresser would not be neat enough for either of their caregivers, Melody knew. After a moment’s consideration, they put the panties in one of their cosplay boxes. “Rosa, I don’t want to come on too strong. I know Briana has already pestered you about this, but I would love for you to move in. I think you’d be a wonderful addition to the house. If that doesn’t work for you, I completely understand.” “I’ll think about it.” Rosa said. “I’d be staying in Melody’s room; and a very important person in this conversation hasn’t asked me if I’d like to move in.” Melody stopped in the middle of rolling up Rosa’s duffel and whined. It wasn’t fair! Everyone was rushing things. Asking big stuff like that took courage. Courage was a slow-refreshing resource. “Mama.” Melody said. “I don’t know. I love you. But it’s hard to think about stuff right now.” “Niñe, I know that’s why we haven’t talked about it. You’re okay. You’re a good kid.” Rosa said. “I’ll get back to you on that one, Veronica.” “Of course.” Veronica said. “I’m just stacking things in my favor by letting you know my opinion on the matter before you two discuss it.” “So that’s where Briana gets her sneakiness.” Rosa said with a smirk. “She’s a Rasmussen.” Veronica said proudly. “You’re both pretty formidable.” Rosa said. “You remind me of my abuela. She runs her house.” “I’d love to meet her sometime, and your parents.” Veronica said. “Jane is bringing her parents over from Germany after the holidays. It’d be great fun if we could get everyone here at the same time.” “I guess that depends on how serious my relationship with Melody is.” Rosa said. “Which is another conversation that needs to wait.” “Of course.” Veronica nodded. “What’re you doing, Niñe?” Rosa asked suddenly. Melody looked over, feeling guilty again. “Nothing. I’m all done with the clothes.” “Thank you for doing that. Come here and sit between us.” Rosa said, patting the bedcovers. Sitting down with a crinkle, Melody squirmed happily when both women moved in to sit against them. “They’re such a good Little One, most of the time.” Veronica said. “Better behaved than Briana, if I’m being honest.” “My Melody is a very good niñe.” Rosa said. “That was part of the problem. You were trying to be good for the wrong person, weren’t you, hon?” “Yes Mamá.” Melody said softly. “You’re safe now with us.” Veronica said. “No one is going to hurt you while Rosa and I are here.” “And Dad.” Melody said. “I um, Jane.” “Oh? When did that start?” Veronica asked. “The snow day.” Melody kicked their feet. They’d ended up sitting further back on the bed than Mom and Mama, leaving their feet dangling in the air. “I think it’s really sweet.” Rosa said. “If we have to put names on it, I think you and Jane are parental with them. I’m still a girlfriend and glad that I am. But a girlfriend that’s also a caregiver.” “That’s lovely.” Veronica said. “Whatever ends up being decided in your relationship and living situation, I think you’re a great addition to the family, Rosa.” “In the meantime, what do you want to do with this little stinker?” Veronica asked, gently tickling Melody. Melody squirmed, giggling. Whatever the two of them came up with, it was going to be a lot of fun. “Actually there’s an errand we need to take care of.” Rosa said. “Melody left their car at the skate rink. Would you mind coming with me and driving my car back? I’m not sure that Melody is good to drive right now.” The grip that Rosa had around Melody’s waist suggested that she didn’t want to let Melody out of her sight either. Melody was fine with that, even if it wasn’t going to be a fun thing that they did next. Leave it to caregivers to come up with dumb chores stuff when they could be having fun. The car was fine. It was all locked up and stuff – probably. “I’d be happy to.” Veronica said, unsnapping Melody’s cargo pants to check their diaper. “Our little Muppet is still dry, so they’re ready to go. I’m good to go now if you want.” “Muppet?” Melody protested. “I’d like to get it take care of, so it’s not hanging over my head.” Rosa said, buttoning Melody’s pants back up. Neither she nor Veronica made the slightest sign that they noticed Melody questioning their new nickname. “I’m not a Muppet.” Melody insisted. “Be a good Little One or we’ll put you in Briana’s car-seat.” Veronica said, smiling. Melody’s mouth dropped open. Rosa closed it with a finger under their chin. Things were rapidly devolving into some extremely embarrassing territory. The easiest way out was to be a good Little, even if that came with some squirmy feelings of its own. Even if they weren’t in a car seat, Melody still had to sit in the back. Their Littleness had them spacing out and staring at the snow while Veronica and Rosa chatted. It made the trip feel a bit as if they’d teleported to the skate rink. “There’s Melody’s car.” Rosa said. “I have their keys. It’s probably easiest to just leave them in the seat they’re in. You can drive Melody back to… oh shit.” Rosa pulled to a stop, facing Melody’s car. The little two-door Civic had a light dusting of snow on it. Less snow than another nearby car. It was also a lot less white than it used to be. There were letters scrawled in bright red spray paint all over the vehicle. From the back seat, Melody couldn’t make out more than what was written on the facing side. In huge block letters, the paint spelled out, “DIAPER SLUT”. “Oh that is enough!” Veronica said sharply. “Rosa, do you mind taking care of Melody while I make a call?” “On it.” Rosa said. She left the engine and heater running, popping out of the driver’s seat to climb in the back. “Hey Niñe, look at me. That’s plenty of staring at the car for now.” Rosa said gently. Melody blinked, realized they’d been staring hard enough to dry out their eyes. They tried to reach for Rosa, but the seatbelt blocked them. Luckily, Rosa was on it. She had the belt off and pulled Melody into her arms right away. “She’s never going to stop.” Melody whimpered. “She doesn’t stop. She’s so scary.” “I’ve got you. We’re going to MAKE her stop.” Rosa said. “Mostly Veronica will. Mom is on it, okay? She’s already calling someone.” “Mommy I’m scared.” Melody said. Crawling into Mommy’s lap didn’t exactly work in the car, but Melody gave it their dammedest squirm. “You need a nipple?” Rosa said softly. It sounded like she was teasing. She had better have been teasing! They were in public. That wouldn’t be okay – even if it sounded really good. “Mommy not here.” Melody said, squirming. “Here’s the next best thing.” Rosa unzipped her jacket, exposing quite a bit of cleavage in her tank top. She pulled Melody’s head onto her chest, cheek to skin. A couple more squirms to get into a more comfortable position for leaning over, and Melody was able to relax. “Jason, hello.” Veronica said. “Yes, it’s Veronica. Oh goodness, how did you hear? Yes, she came out of the surgery just fine, thank you so much for asking. She’ll be in town soon, actually.” “See? She’s on it.” Rosa said softly. “What kind of evening do you want to have? Hanging out with everybody as a Little? Sleepover with your sister?” “I want my Mama.” Melody said. “No sleepover. But dinner and stuff with everybody would be fun.” “I need a pair of officers, or a detective if you can spare anyone.” Veronica said. “A family member’s car was vandalized.” “I think we can do that. You want me to make a special dinner for you and your sister? Just for the kids?” Rosa asked, stroking Melody’s cheek. “Can we have tendies?” Melody asked. “I’m sure I know who it was and I’m worried that the perpetrator may be violent. She isn’t here at the moment, but I’d feel much safer if you could – thank you Jason.” “I said a special dinner, not microwave food.” Rosa admonished. “But I like tendies.” Melody said, frustrated. “We’ll wait for them at the Skate Arena. We’re the only ones here with our lights on. Merry Christmas to you too. Thank you again.” Veronica hung up the phone with a sigh. “You’re going to like gorditas too.” Rosa said. “Trust your Mamá.” “Okay Mamá.” Melody closed their eyes and tucked themself a little closer to Rosa. “We have two officers and a detective on the way.” Veronica said. “That’s amazing, thank you.” Rosa said. “If I’d called – they would have told me to call back some other time.” “I wish that weren’t true, but I’m afraid you’re right. That’s a battle for another day. Right now, our family is going to get what it needs.” “I took over your dinner, by the way. At least for the kids. I can make something for everyone if you don’t already have plans.” “It’s Jane and my turn to cook. We would welcome a night off. What can I do to help?” “I might need some ingredients. Do you have masa?” “We’ll make a trip to the store.” Veronica said. “To pick that up and any other kitchen staples you need for while you’re here.” “That’d be really great. I was a little freaked out when I didn’t see tortillas in the house.” Veronica chuckled. “Our pantry is very European.” “I didn’t see any saffron in their either.” Rosa said. “You can just say White.” Veronica and Rosa laughed together. Melody sighed, relaxing totally. Mom and Mommy did have it under control. They didn’t have to worry. Well, they had one worry, but it was another thing that Mom and Mommy could fix. There was fresh wetness in their diaper. “I had a accident.” Melody said softly, snuggling up to Rosa. “I need a change please.” “You want a change in the car?” Veronica asked. “It’s a little public, sweetie.” “I don’t wanna be wet when the police are here and we’re outside and stuff.” Melody said. “I can put a blanket over them. Or – I could if I hadn’t left the house without the diaper bag.” “I have mine.” Veronica said, here you go. “I’m a bad mom.” Rosa said, ruefully accepting the diaper bag. “You are not. You’re just not as practiced as I am. I’ve had Briana in diapers for a lot longer than you’ve had Melody in them.” “Fair enough. Okay, scoot down, potty pants.” Rosa said. “I don’t know how much time we have before the cops get here.” It was awkward trying to find a position that would work. Melody ended up with their head and upper body under a blanket, but their butt exposed with their feet in the air. Rosa worked quickly, getting them changed and dressed again. Lying under the blanket had built up a lot of giggles in Melody. They all came out when Rosa pulled them close and relentlessly tickled them. It was a good thing Mama had done that, because nothing was funny when the police were there. They kept talking about Beatrix and all the horrible things she’d painted on the car. It was their job; but it kept the scariness in the forefront of Melody’s mind. The wind was cold, but not as cold as Melody’s insides when they read words like, WHORE, TRAITOR, and especially DEAD BITCH painted on their car. When it was done, Mom drove them back in Rosa’s car. Rosa drove the scary painted car. She was so brave, so good. Melody wondered what Christmas present could possibly be good enough for such a great girlfriend and mommy. Still no ideas, so far. At home people were upset. Upset at Beatrix, not Melody, but it was still a bad feeling. Dad’s face turned dark with anger when she saw the car. They were angry for Melody, because they cared. It didn’t comfort Melody though. There was so much anger and scary stuff going on. That was classic Beatrix. She was the queen of drama and chaos. “Little One.” Veronica said, taking Melody aside and stroking their cheek. “I have a job for you.” “O-okay, I’ll try.” Melody looked up at their mom nervously. The last thing they wanted to do was to disappoint her again. They didn’t feel like they anything left for doing stuff, though. “Your sister is really worn out from being Big a couple of days in a row. She’s very little right now and could use her big sibling. Would you mind spending some time with her and watching out for her a little? If there’s anything you can’t handle, call for me, or Jane, or Rosa.” “Oh, I can do that.” Melody nodded vigorously. They’d actually been wanting to ask if they could retreat into playing with Briana. This way they’d be helping too! Briana had just taken care of them today, it’d be good to return the favor. “You’re such a good kid.” Veronica said. “Do you know that? You’re a very good Little One. I love you.” Melody’s lower lip trembled. They stepped in for a Briana-style crash-hug, holding Veronica tightly. “I love you too, Mom.” Veronica planted a kiss Melody’s forehead. “Go on upstairs. You can take Briana anywhere in the house, but you need to talk to one of your caregivers if you two want to play in the snow, okay?” “Okay Mom.” Proudly, Melody hurried upstairs. There was nothing they could do about painted cars, or horrible threats, or the monster behind those things. They could take care of their sister, though. It was high time to start being a better big sibling. Mom hadn’t been kidding about Briana feeling little. She was in her playpen, wearing just a diaper, with a pacifier in her mouth. She had been wearing a onesie, but that was discarded in a corner of the playpen. “Hey Bri.” Melody said, leaning over the playpen. “How’s my little sis?” “Meh-low-dee!” Briana sang happily. “Can we play?” “That’s what I’m here for.” Melody said, grinning. “I’m not sure what games a naked baby can play though.” “I’m not naked!” Briana protested. “I have a diaper on.” “A diaper isn’t clothes.” Melody said. “I’m wearing a diaper, and clothes too.” “I don’t wanna wear clothes!” Briana fussed. “Oh, okay.” Melody shrugged in mock sadness. “I was going to play a game with you downstairs in the drawing room, but Mom won’t let us go down there if you’re not dressed.” “What game?” Briana asked, coming up on her knees to stare expectantly at Melody. “Eh, nothing big. Just some Cloudland.” Melody said. “I think I can figure it out on my own.” “You’re going to play Cloudland without me!” Briana’s jaw dropped in shock. “I need a bigger room than your bedroom.” Melody said. “Totoro-san found some weird magic trees and it looks like it’s going to be a whole thing.” “I wanna plaaaay!” Briana whined. “Then let’s get you back in your onesie.” Melody said. “Come on, the stuffies are waiting!” With Briana cooperating, Melody got her into her onesie in record time. It took a bit longer for Briana to collect her sword and all the stuffies she thought they’d need. They hustled past the serious discussion in the living room and ensconced themselves in the drawing room. As it turned out, it was a good thing that Briana had assembled so much of the Roundtable. The mystery of the weird magic trees turned into an adventure fraught with danger in the form of evil tree squirrels. Briana dropped the thread of the story several times, distracted by the bowl of Christmas candy, the snow outside, or simply spacing out. Each time she returned to their play with a big disruptive jump on the pile of stuffies. Melody didn’t mind. It wasn’t super serious stuff, just a fun way to keep their sister occupied. They did their best to keep Briana out of the candy, knowing Mom didn’t like her too hyper, and otherwise enjoyed their sister time. “Dude, you’ve had enough candies.” Melody said, snagging Briana around the waist before she could raid the bowl of chocolate coins. “But we have to get medals! We won the day!” “They should be pretend metals this time.” “That’s no fun!” “But its because – these medals aren’t made of gold. The tree people made them out of special purple wood.” “Oh!” Briana nodded. “Okay, we can’t use the coins for those.” “Good job keeping Briana from ruining her dinner.” Rosa said. “Mamá!” Melody grinned happily. They weren’t so distracted that they let go of Briana. The little goblin was trying to get at the chocolate coins again. Melody pulled their sister into a squirmy hug. “Mom told me to play with her. I’m the big sibling.” “You’re a good niñe.” Rosa said. “Your caregivers are proud of you.” Melody blushed and squirmed. Sensing emotional weakness, Briana abandoned her attempts on the candy bowl and knocked Melody over with a big snuggly hug. “It’s time to wrap up your game though. I have dinner for you.” With Rosa’s help, Melody untangled themself from Briana and got them both sitting up with plates on their lap. There were some kind of little corn ball things, cut in half on their plates. The filling looked and smelled delicious. “Thanks Mama!” Melody said. Briana was notably silent. “Something the matter, Briana?” Rosa asked. “I don’t like these.” Briana said, pouting. “You don’t like gorditas?” Rosa asked skeptically. “It’s the best parts of a taco, inside the corn tortilla. Briana wrinkled her nose and poked at one of the gorditas. Melody already had two gordita halves in their belly. Rosa’s description was perfect. They had carnitas, melted cheese, and just enough spicy inside. With a smirk, they swiped a gordita from Briana’s plate and took a big bite. “Mm, Mama, that’s so good.” “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Niñe.” “Hey!” Briana stared at Melody in outrage. “I’ll take Briana’s gorditas.” Melody said. “They’re way too tasty for babies.” “They’re mine!” Briana protested, scooting away with her plate. “I thought you didn’t like them.” Melody said. “I never had them before…” Briana admitted, squirming. “Mamá, you’re a really good cook.” Melody said, reaching for Briana’s plate again. “Stop!” Briana snatched away the gordita that Melody had been reaching for. She stuffed the whole thing in her mouth. Rosa and Melody giggled as Briana struggled with her mighty mouthful. When she finally got it down, she took a big drink of water. “How was it?” Rosa asked. “Yummy!” Briana giggled “Sorry I said I didn’t like them,” “You get a pass this time.” Rosa said, patting Briana’s head. “I’m going to be a mommy in this house, though. Your mom and I talked about me disciplining you. You know that wasn’t a good girl thing to do.” Briana hung her head. Melody felt bad immediately. Poor kid! Rosa was unmoved though. Her stern expression even survived Briana looking up with puppy dog eyes. “I need a response, Briana.” Rosa said. “I don’t know what to call you.” Briana said. “But I’m sorry, really. I’ll be good.” “It’s a whole unusual family situation, but why don’t you call me Tia, or Tia Rosa?” Rosa said. “Tia means aunt in Spanish. “Okay Tia Rosa.” Briana said, smiling. It was time for Melody to reclaim their mommy. Rosa had a lot less success resisting Melody’s puppy dog eyes and was soon on the floor, Melody in her lap, while Melody finished their dinner. “Do we get dessert?” Briana asked. Melody was glad her sister remembered to ask the important questions. “Not tonight. It’s been a long day for everyone. Bedtime will be a little early tonight.” “But I want to play more with Melody!” “If you’re a good girl and get ready for bed quickly, I’ll read you both a story, okay?” “Really Mamá?” Melody asked. “Of course, Niñe. You and I will have a quiet evening after that in our room, okay?” “Thank you, Mamá.” Melody sighed happily and patted their full tummy. Rosa got Briana ready for bed while Melody cleared the dishes and helped wash up in the kitchen. They joined their sister in her room, sitting by the crib while Rosa read to them from a little kids’ book. It was kind of a baby book for Melody, but it was cute to hear Briana chiming in on the ends of the rhymes. Listening to Rosa read was soothing too, no matter the words. Afterward, when Briana was tucked in and already snoring, Rosa lead Melody downstairs by the hand. She stripped them in the bathroom and put them on the potty. They got a bath and their teeth brushed and everything. Melody blissfully let Rosa do it all, sinking deeper into their Little self. In the bedroom, Rosa took off Melody’s robe and laid them naked on the little changing blanket she’d bought on their first Little day. She put Totoro in Melody’s hands and a pacifier in their mouth. A diaper went under Melody’s hips, but there wasn’t any lotion or powder at first. Rosa took her time with slow, loving caresses all over Melody’s body. The more Rosa touched her, the less Melody felt the chill of the room. Their nipples crinkled up as a slow flush spread across their body. The lotion entered the picture, concentrated around Melody’s crotch. They gasped and quivered as Rosa gradually brought them to a gentle state of bliss. It was the most peaceful climax Melody had ever had. They lay like a wet noodle while Rosa wiped their crotch and powdered them. The padding went on thick and tight, holding Melody in an embrace just as vital as Rosa’s arms wrapped around them. Gratefully, Melody sucked on the nipple Rosa offered them. The happy tingles across their skin settled in their heart as a warm fuzzy feeling as they heard their girlfriend and mommy’s breath quicken. With one arm around Melody and the other between her legs, Rosa’s soft voice was whispering beautiful moans in Melody’s ear. She shuddered and sighed, pulling Melody’s mouth off her breast to rest their head on her bare bosom instead. Melody was out like a light. The next morning, Melody woke to a dry diaper. That was a surprise, leaving them with oddly mixed emotions. It was nice to not be a bedwetter for sure. Waking up wet had lead to some wonderful baby time though. “Rosa?” Melody asked, softly enough that they hoped Rosa wouldn’t wake if she was still asleep. “Yes love?” Rosa asked, yawning. “I want to wake up like this always.” Melody said, nuzzling into the crook of Rosa’s neck. “Are you asking me to move in? Or are you just happy and sleepy.” “Please move in.” Melody said. “I’ll call U-Haul today. I mean it.” “You sure?” Rosa asked, lifting Melody’s chin so she could meet their eyes. “Yes. I love you.” Melody said, going in for a kiss. Rosa and Melody sank into each other like they were becoming one person. It felt like correcting a wrong, putting something back together that the universe had broken. They shuddered with the intensity of it as the kiss ended. Feeling Rosa’s fingers at the waistband of their diaper did push Melody out of their blissful place a little, though. “You’re dry.” Rosa said, surprised. “Feeling big?” “Yeah. Yesterday was amazing, but you were right. I need a break.” “Whatever you need, my love.” “You’re still in charge of the stuff I gave you.” Melody said quickly. “School stuff and – behavior.” “Such a good Melody.” Rosa said, kissing them gently again. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.” “I know.” Melody said. “Thank you. I trust you.” Rosa shivered, just like she had when Melody called her Mommy the first time. They kissed again, softly exploring each other’s shoulders and backs with light fingers. Reluctantly, Melody pulled away. “I have to go to the bathroom.” “I know you need a break.” Rosa said. “But it’s a little tempting to hold you down and make you use that diaper, so I can change you after.” “Maybe tomorrow?” Melody asked bashfully. “You don’t mind me pushing you around a little? It doesn’t remind you of – her?” Melody shook their head. “I really like that stuff. Beatrix did it wrong. It was bad and it hurt. When you do it, I know you love me. It feels blushy and sexy.” “I’ll keep that in mind. I wasn’t kidding when I said I liked topping embarrassed subs.” “I have to get to the bathroom.” Melody said, squirming. “If you keep talking like that I won’t be able to leave – and I’ll have an accident.” “No accidents today.” Rosa said, patting Melody’s diaper. “Up you go, Melody.” “Okay.” Melody grabbed their robe and walked to the bathroom in a happy daze. Morning cleanup was super fast. Everything with Rosa felt too new and private. They needed her to themself as much as possible. The two of them took their breakfast in Melody’s room, sitting under a blanket on the bed. “Was everything yesterday okay?” Rosa asked. “You were really little, longer than I’ve seen you do it before.” “It’s kind of crazy to remember it all.” Melody said. They hadn’t thought through the half of it yet. A few choice moments bubbled to the fore of Melody’s mind and made them cringe. “Did I really let you change me in the back of your car?” “You INSISTED on it.” Rosa said, chuckling. “I acted Little in front of all the roommates too, all day.” Melody said, squirming. “They must think I’m a dumb baby.” “Your roommates love Briana. You were cute and Little, but still not as extreme as she is. I’m sure it’s fine. It may change things a bit, but is that so bad?” “I don’t know.” Melody said, staring at their coffee. “You’re going to have a live-in mommy.” Rosa said. “It’s not like you were going to be able to be subtle.” “I wish we could just live like that right now. We still have to deal with Beatrix and you have a lease and everything.” “Veronica’s not planning to raise the rent when I move in. The price for the room will be the same, so I can keep paying on my place until the lease ends.” Rosa sighed, nuzzled Melody’s cheek. “Veronica is working on Beatrix. She needs you to come with her today to meet some people and talk about what Beatrix has done. Two different sets of people, at least. I’ll be with you the whole time.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” Melody whimpered. “If I have to say the details – it makes it real again.” “I know, love.” Rosa said. “It’s going to be hard, but you have to do it. We need to be done with her. Forever.” “You’ll be there?” “Every single minute, holding your hand.” “I’m so scared.” Melody whispered. “I’ve got you. Veronica’s got you. Jane has got you. Even your pain-in-the-butt baby sister has got you.” “Why?” “Because we love you. Because you’re worth loving.” Tears dripped into Melody’s mug. Rosa took it away and held Melody in her lap. Though Melody didn’t feel little, they had no control over the tears or their emotions. They sobbed like the world was ending, clinging to Rosa. Soft sobs became loud ones, which in turn lead to a full-on ugly cry. Rosa was crying too, rocking them back and forth. They didn’t know how long they cried for, but it felt like ages. Melody was wrung out and dried out by the end of it. Rosa took care of them after, with a wet washcloth for their face and a glass of water. Melody took it gratefully. They climbed into Rosa’s lap, straddling her, and kissed her with every ounce of love and passion they could muster. It must have worked, Rosa’s cheeks were very pink when Melody pulled away to take off their shirt. “What are you doing?” Rosa asked. “Taking care of you.” Melody said. “I know you like taking care of me, but I also know it’s work. I’m going to make love to you and do everything for you.” “You don’t have to…” Rosa said, until Melody interrupted her with another kiss. Her eyes were a little unfocused afterwards. “Wow. Okay.” Everything they’d done before had been wrapped up in baby play or Beatrix drama. The baby stuff was fun, really fun, but Melody hadn’t had a chance to show Rosa the benefits of having a subby lover. With an adoring heart, Melody worshipped Rosa’s body with kisses and touches. The buildup was beautiful and slow, setting the stage for heart-pounding intensity as they built Rosa to a climax. Several climaxes, taking Rosa a little further up each time, until she was a sweaty mess on the bed. Rosa was begging incoherently, and Melody doubted if even she knew if she was asking for Melody to stop or keep going. They coaxed Rosa into screaming into the pillow one more time and snuggled up to her, holding her tightly. She actually fell into a bit of a nap in Melody’s arms. Her soft breaths sounded perfectly content. “That was incredible. How…” Rosa shook her head, much later, when she’d come back to herself. “It’s easy when I love you so much.” Melody said. “Wow.” Rosa laughed. “How soon can we get that U-Haul rented?” “Today if you want.” “I do, but we have to take care of Veronica’s thing first.” “I know.” Melody sighed. “You’re not alone. We’re doing it together.” “Is it okay if I want to be Little afterwards?” Melody asked. “Or is that running away from stuff?” “I think it’s a great idea.” Rosa said. “Doesn’t have to be for the full evening if you just want a nice break from what you had to relieve. We’ll play it by ear, okay?” “Thank you.” “Thank you, love.” Still reluctant, but feeling Rosa’s support around them like a suit of armor, Melody got up and got ready to relieve her experience with Beatrix. They hoped it would be the last time. Every time they explained it, it felt worse. More of their blinders and justifications fell away with every telling, every shocked look from the people listening. That little voice that had protected them, that insisted that what Bea had done wasn’t so bad, was very quiet these days. Melody was stuck facing the reality that it really HAD been that bad. It was a terrifying thought. Being Little in the afternoon couldn’t come fast enough

Chapter 19: Dinner with the Parents Regression Echo – LittleFallenPrincess “This is my nursery!” Danny said excitedly, as she clutched my hand and dragged me into the pink, infantile room. “It’s… lovely…” I lied. Truthfully, it scared the crap out of me. The ocean of pink made me feel repulsed. Pink crib, pink curtains, pink walls, pink changing table… I never knew Danielle loved pink so much. The entire nursery was a typical Little’s nursery, just in various shades of pink, with a little white and purple thrown in to balance it out. Like a demon stepping on consecrated ground, I wanted to run. Just being here made me uncomfortable. Not only because I had had enough regression and nurseries and everything in the past four loops, but also because this was my best friend’s prison and torture room. Sure, they lived away from the city for a while, so she’s not been in this nursery very long, but Danny was still twisted and corrupted by this kind of thing and I would never forgive her ‘parents’ for what they’ve done to her. But whilst the pink invaded my senses from all angles, my focus was still entirely on Danielle. Her babyish outfit, her babyish mannerisms, her pigtails, the dummy in her mouth, the drool down her chin… What fucking barbaric shit did these Amazons do to her? “Look, look! This is Mrs Pigglesworth!” She said, holding up a pig stuffed toy. She quickly turned around and pulled out another stuffed toy, this time one that looked like a turtle, “And this is Dylan!” “Nice… nice to meet you both…” I replied, awkwardly. “You’ll meet all the stuffies eventually!” I grabbed both of her hands before she could turn around to find yet another stuffie to show me, and looked her in the eyes, giving her the most serious face I could. “Danny… are you… are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah, why?” “Are… you still… you know… you?” “Of course I am silly!” She giggled. “I… what have they done to you Danny? Any hypnosis or regression therapy? Nanites? Behavioural training?” “Don’t be silly, Ellie! Mummy and Daddy love me. And they’ll love you too! Don’t you worry about it.” ‘Yeah I bet they would… sucking on your Mummy’s tits whilst you play with toys in the playpen… one big happy family… sure… thank fuck if they do take me, as soon as I’m regressed I’ll be back to the coffee shop at the start of today again.’ “So… what do you do?” I asked. “Well when I’m not super busy I jus play with my toys in my playpen, or maybe I snuggle up wif Mummy or Daddy whilst dey watch TV.” “Do you ever wish for your adult life back? What if I… what if I saved you? From this life I mean.” “Why would I want that? I gots everyfin I want here. Especially now you’re here! I missed yoo so much!” She said, pouncing on me and hugging me tightly, her head resting on my chest. “I missed you too… but wouldn’t you want…” “COME ON GIRLS, ITS DINNER TIME!” Catherine called from downstairs. “Already? It’s like… afternoon?” “Well you’re here now, and their friends could make it a little earlier, so Mummy figured to just move dinner up a bit.” “Oh… okay… and umm… What are these friends like?” “I don’t know actually. Never met dem myself. Dey old friends of Mummy and Daddy before I was adopted.” “About that… what happened…” “We can talk about dat another time! We better go for dinner!” Danny cut me off quickly. She clearly didn’t want to talk about it. “Oh okay… sure… let’s go…” “No silly, we just gotta wait for Daddy. He’ll come and take us. The stairs are dangerous for us littles!” “Oh… okay… umm… I’m not sure I like being carried…” I wasn’t lying. I truly wasn’t sure if I liked it. Part of me… no. I can’t go down that train of thoughts… otherwise I’ll end up like Danny. But I can’t hide the fact that when Catherine lifted me out of the car when we got back to their house and carried the both of us in and up to the nursery… it felt… safe… “Right, who's ready for pasta?” A deep voice came from behind the nursery door. A tall Amazon, one taller than all the Amazons I knew in my life, walked into the nursery. Dark brown shoulder-length hair, black-rimmed glasses, a well-groomed goatee, in good shape… he was… gorgeous, if I was being completely honest. Wearing typical dad-clothes, beige trousers and a dark blue polo-shirt, he walked over to the two of us, towering over us and smiling down. “Again, Daddy?” Danny whined. “You know it’s all Daddy can make. And Mummy has been very busy trying to look for work, so it’s the least Daddy can do whilst she looks after your crinkly little butt and searches for a new job! You’re the one who wanted to move back here!” He smiled down at her. “I knoooow! Buh pasta?” “Daddy promises he’ll learn to cook something better for the next time we have guests over, I promise, Princess. But this time, it’s pasta again, sorry kiddo.” “Fine. Buh we're still getting dessert? Right?” “And risk the wrath from my babygirl if I didn’t let her have ice cream? No chance! I’m not risking it!” Danielle still held my hand, but squeezed it as her Daddy smiled at her. “Okay, you may take us to dinner now…” She said in a regal voice. “Thank you, Your Highness…” He replied, taking her other hand and lifting her up, the grip between us breaking as she was lifted up into the air and into his right arm. “And Elise, right?” He asked, turning his attention to me. “Hi…” I mumbled in fear. “It’s lovely to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you from this little Princess. Now, I know it’s a bit… demeaning… but I have to ask, can I lift you down the stairs?” “I…” “I just… look, the stairs are quite big and I don’t want you falling. So please, I’ll lift you until the bottom of the stairs, then you can walk to the dinner table. Is that fair?” “I… okay… sure.” “Thank you, I promise, I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible…” He wrapped his free arm around me and lifted me up, holding me on his hip like he did with Danny. My legs wrapped around him for support, just like Danny’s had, as he walked out of the nursery and headed downstairs. Danny’s Daddy gently helped me to the floor and I… didn’t feel too bad about that whole stairs ordeal. Maybe these parents weren’t so bad. Yet. But then that’s what I thought about Hailey, and then look what happened… I’ll just give it time, they’re bound to show their true colours soon enough. But for now, I’ll play nice. Looking around at their house… I could see they really had just moved in recently. They still had boxes in the hallway that needed unpacking, rolls of wallpaper and pots of paint were stacked up under the stairs… I mean this place was gorgeous already. Nice and big, very… suburban. Everything was Amazon-sized, but that probably didn’t bother Danny, now that she’s an adopted little. She just gets carried everywhere and has everything done for her. She doesn’t need to worry about having to reach up to access stuff. And as I followed Danny and her Daddy down the hallway to their dining room, I stopped for a second, realising something. “Ummm…” “What is it sweetie?” Her Daddy stopped and turned around. “Do you need to go pot… sorry, the bathroom?” “No… It’s just that… I don’t know your name…” “Well my name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. And my wife’s name is Catherine, though I call her Cat.” “It’s… nice to meet you… Tom…” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. So well mannered, I can see why Cat likes you.” I blushed. Wait… why was I blushing? Why did I care what this twisted family thinks of me? “Now come on, let’s go get dinner. I think I saw our friends pull up just a second ago through the window. Let’s get you two seated then I'll let them in.” I followed Tom into the dining room as he carried Danny, who was happily sucking on her dummy and kicking her little legs. The dining room was… just a basic dining room. Typical middle-class suburban house with a typical middle-class suburban dining room. Think of any dining room on any TV show ever and you’re probably seeing what I’m seeing right now. Only difference being… everything was twice as tall as it should be. The room was mostly empty, aside from the centre dining table, which was a generic, modern-looking wooden dining table. One you’d find flat-packed at any furniture store chain. Five matching chairs surrounded the rectangular table, with the sixth off to the side of the room by the wall. Along all the walls were very simplistic but really nice pieces of artwork that complimented the simplicity of the room. Some freshly cut flowers decorated the vases that were dotted around the room, and from what I could see from this angle, was that the table was already set. It was difficult to see exactly when I’m not even tall enough to see the top of the table, all I could see were the tops of empty wine glasses and the edges of the plates in each of the place settings. Where the sixth chair should be was a highchair. ‘Thank fuck, they only have one… they aren’t expecting me to…’ I looked over at the seat that stood out. And as expected… It had a booster seat on it. ‘Well… I suppose it's better than a highchair… humiliating, but it means I can actually eat…’ “Right, I’ll just put Danielle in her highchair, then I can assist you. If that’s okay of course…” Tom said. “I… yes please. It… it’s a bit too high up for me…” I replied. “That’s okay, don’t worry. And hey, we all need help from time to time. This doesn’t mean you’re a baby like Danny, just means you need assistance with one thing.” “I… thanks…” How were they so… nice? So… understanding? Tom placed Danny into her highchair, strapping her in so she didn’t fall out. I watched as she kicked her legs a bit and smiled down at me. She seemed so… happy. “Right Elise… how do you want this to work?” Tom asked, turning his attention to me. “Do you have some steps or something?” “We don’t, sorry. Can I lift you up and place you on the seat? I’ll make it as quick and painless as possible…” “...Fine.” “That’s a good girl… Sorry! Again, sorry! I… having Danny made me change how I talk to people, especially people of your height.” “I… it’s okay…” It wasn’t. But hey, I didn’t want to piss off the giant in front of me. Especially as I was in his home being served his food. He could adopt me at any moment, and if I was to help Danny… There was no way I could risk upsetting him or giving them any reason to say I’m not able to look after myself. Humiliatingly, putting his hands under my arms, he lifted me up into the air and placed me onto the booster seat. “You don’t have to use the strap, I trust you won’t fall out!” He said, stepping back. “I… thanks…” The doorbell rang. “Oh and that’s them! You two be good, I’ll be right back. Can you keep an eye on Danny, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble? Cat’s busy on a business call so it’s up to me to make sure everything’s sorted. She should be down soon though, she promised it’d be finished by the time dinner was ready. It was kinda… last minute. Anyway, be right back!” Tom said before rushing off out of the dining room. I stared at Danny who just sat there in her highchair, staring at me with the biggest smile on her face. “What?” I said, breaking the silence. “I… I’m happy you’re here…” She sounded so genuine… so sincere… so much like… an adult. “I… I missed you too… Umm…” I didn’t know what to say. How could I get through to her? Was she still savable? “Hey, just relax… Just enjoy tonight. They won’t adopt you. I promise.” “But what about you?” I asked. “What about me, silly?” “Don’t you want to… you know… be free?” “I thought I did. But…” “Hello little ones!” A high-pitched screech filled the room as I looked around to see our two dinner guests looking at us. The one on the left, the quiet one, was tall. Like super tall. Very lanky too. Boring side-parted hair, scraggly facial hair, wearing the dullest shirt and suit jacket ever and some corduroy trousers… this guy just screamed ‘boring’. The way he stood by his… I assume wife… he clearly had no backbone and was just here because she wanted to come. Think of a stereotypical image of an old-school accountant. That’s this guy. The busty woman on the right was… too much. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to stand this woman. Her posture, her smug face as she smiled at the two of us, the way she held her hand on her hip whilst holding her handbag with the other… she was clearly a stuck-up bitch and had no qualms about showing it. Frizzy, bleached blonde hair that went down to her shoulders, sunglasses on the top of her forehead even though it wasn’t really bright outside, a gaudy jacket with a fur collar and fur around the cuffs and bottom, skinny jeans that were clearly two sizes too small for her, and heels that were obviously bought because of their large price tag and not for their appearance… This woman was everything that I couldn’t stand. She was the type of Amazon who would come into the coffee shop, order a ridiculously specific coffee with vast amounts of details, and look down on me, trying to ridicule me just because I’m a little. And don’t get me wrong, nothing against fancy orders… it’s just this type of person really didn’t appreciate the extra effort or attention to detail we’d put in. All I ask for is a ‘thank you’, but this type of woman would mostly just sneer at me and walk off without saying a word. I looked at her as she smiled at the two of us, constantly switching her gaze between Danny and me. “SO! Which one of you cuties wants a cuddle with Auntie Lisa?” ========================================================== ? Aaaaaand my new story already has two chapters on Patreon! They get two weeks early access like usual. So expect the first chapter posted here on Friday! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Scene #190 Know how you’re visiting a relative or friend with little kids and they wanna show you their room, and you go look at it because you can’t say no but really couldn’t give a heccin hoot? Yeah, that. Despite the ageplay turn our domestic discipline lifestyle took circa a while back, Mary and I actually don’t have many ageplayer friends. We haven’t played with many. There’s Tommy, the otherwise pleasant gentleman who turns into the most annoying pre-teen when he slips into his middle headspace, which he does in my presence and refuses to get it through his thick head that I’m not a little. And there’s Jane, my bestie who identifies as a little and lives the lifestyle with her wife and mommy, Lisa. I’ve been around Jane a lot when she’s been little, but her play age ranges a lot. She doesn’t really commit to it the way Ann seems to, like she doesn’t dress like a little very often, her house doesn’t look like a kid lives there, she flips in and out of the mindset with ease (so much so I don’t think it’s a mindset all the time, more a behavioral choice), and it’s easy to see where her real personality stops and starts. Maybe that’s because I’ve known her for a long time. I’d known Ann for an hour, sixty-five whole minutes if you count the five (actually less) during the play event we met at. She wasn’t dressed as a little there. I wouldn’t have ever known she was a little. They cleaned up their living room for our visit, I realize now, or I’m sure we would’ve seen her toys spread on the floor. Turn on the TV, and I’m betting it would tuned to cartoons. Because if her room was any indication … I say ‘room,’ but Jo wasn’t overselling it when she said ‘nursery.’ And I’ve been saying ‘little,’ which Ann is, but Adult Baby would be fittingly more descriptive. Mary, among whose cognomens is The One Who Started It, is more familiar with adult baby stuff than I am. I don’t think she looks at ABDL porn … I don’t think. But I know she looks at ABDL stores because she buy things for me to wear. I have steadfastly refused to look at those stores (steadfastness being one of qualities) because I have not wanted to give any hint that I’m supportive of the diaper wearing or the accessories that go with it. All to say that I didn’t know this stuff existed. “Do you like it,” Ann asked me. Holy. Heccin. Muffin tops. This is … Really? First off, a crib. An actual crib. The woman has a crib. Like, with a mobile clipped to the side and what I think is a video baby monitor. It’s on the opposite wall from a changing table. The table had a rainbow-colored padded top, and it ended in two padded legs (I guess is the best way to describe it?) which I quickly deduced made it easier for whoever was changing her to get closer to her, um, diaper area. Diaper Genie. Toy chest. Bookshelves full of board books. Toys spread everywhere across a padded play mat. An activity table with … Gasp! Legos! “Uh, yeah, I like it.” What was I gonna say? ‘No, it freaks me out a little?’ “Jealous?” Ann, as far as I knew at that point, doesn’t talk in affected little voice. Did she want me to be jealous? Would it be polite to say yes? Was I supposed to be humoring her like when a little kid shows you their room? “It’s a very pretty room,” was my response of choice. She sat, more like flopped, down on the floor and started playing with her stuffies. I did what I do best, stood there awkwardly and wished Mary would appear at my side. She’s good at relating to little kids and Littles. Good thing watching her interact with little girls has never made me jealous or caused any feelings of resentment or envy. I mean, it’s not like Mary’s attention and affection are finite resources or anything … except that they are in the moment. And btw, I married her; I own her affection and attention. Legally binding vows we exchanged: love, honor, and protect (Mary’s) and love, honor, and obey (mine). But I’ve been generous with letting her share her attention with others … Except when she actually does it. Nope, changed my mind. Mary could stay downstairs. “You don’t like stuffies,” Ann asked. She stood back up. “You wanna color instead?” Not really. I’m good at drawing and have done my share of adult coloring books, but I didn’t want to color with her. “C’mon,” she said to my uncertain silence. “It’s fun.” She took my wrist and tugged me to the corner of the room between the changing table and wall. Had it not been for the giant crib, giant changing table, smell of diapers, and stuff all over the floor, I would’ve noticed that the corner was covered in art. I’m guessing Ann’s art, drawn the way a little would. Drawn, scribbled, same thing. “Are we allowed to do this,” I asked. I remember well the spanking I got for coloring on the wall. Easy to remember cuz it was only two years ago (she was right and did know better, but I was trying to make lockdown more fun for Mary and I succeeded). “Yeah. When it gets full, Mommy paints it again.” “Don’t they make paint you can draw on and wash off?” “I dunno. I’m only thwee.” I can’t even with adults baby talking. Wanna raise the pitch of your voice, fine. Wanna talk nonsense, who doesn’t? But baby talk, ugh. Not that I said anything. I wasn’t paying much attention. I was instead looking at her activity table with its selection of legos. I like legos. I used to play with my brother’s cuz he had all the cool legos. I had the pastel legos, the little ten dollar box to build a lego kitchen. I wanted to build castles and ships and planes and things, and Mom, wise as she is, simply declared all legos in the household community property. My brother wasn’t happy about it, but my lego army defeated his lego army in The Battle of The Plastic Soldiers That Don’t Move. My soldiers just stared his down … That’s when Dad started making us play with other children more. “You’re not drawing,” Ann said impatiently. “Is this to get me in trouble?” “Is what?” “Drawing on the wall. You convince me it’s okay, then we get in trouble and you said it was my idea, and I take all the blame?” “But there was stuff on the wall already when you got here.” Fair point. “Aren’t you thwee right now? Don’t be so logical.” “I wouldn’t get you in trouble on purpose.” “Other littles do.” Tommy, wherever you are, you suck. And Jane, it’s … complicated. “I would get us in trouble on purpose, but never just you. But I’ll tattle. I’m a tattle tale.” “Do you wanna be a narc when you grow up? … I’m a smartass, by the way … And sometimes it’s not easy to tell when I’m being a smartass and when I’m just being awkward. But I’m never mean on purpose. I tried once, it I chickened out and just cried.” Hey, Daphne, don’t tell her so much. You just met her. Well she just met me, and she flooded her diaper on the floor. Fair point. “You keep looking at my legos. You wanna help me build?” “Sure,” I said like a person who wasn’t excited to play with legos cuz I hadn’t done it in many, many years. I resolved there and then to text my mom and ask her to send me my old legos, but then I remembered I’m a grownup and can buy legos myself … so long as they’re under $100. But also if they’re over, if I have Mary’s permission. Which is a very grownup thing to need. As are legos. “What are we building?” “A … house.” Great thing about legos? They’re perfect for making new friends, by which I mean you can build together without talking, perfect for awkward people who don’t know what to say. The only downside is awkward people are often anxious people who sit quietly, looking outwardly calm, all the while wondering if they’re in a comfortable silence or if the other person is wondering what’s wrong with them and why don’t they say anything and if Miss Awkward is judging them and being rude, which Miss Awkward does not want them to think but also maybe they’re not thinking anything but how is Miss Awkward supposed to know the person’s signs and shouldn’t Miss Awkward say something cuz what if the other person is uncomfortable and it’s Miss Awkward’s responsibility to make people feel comfortable cuz she has this lifelong desire to please others that borders on pathological? “I’m not judging you,” I said to break the silence. And just to clarify, I’m not Miss Awkward. My last name is Taylor. Mrs. Mary Taylor. That’s how I’m addressed in fancy mail. Do you think Mary told the post office to use her first name, or do junk mailers just sense she’s in charge? “Um, okay. I didn’t think that.” “Good. Cuz I don’t.” “That’s a weird thing to just blurt out.” “Not if you listen to the words I don’t say. Then it makes perfect sense.” “Heehee. That’s weird too. I’m thwee so I get to be very direct and it’s cute.” “Same, but cuz I’m delightfully offbeat.” That’s how Mary explains me to people sometimes and doesn’t know I know that she does. “Can I ask you something,” Ann asked me. “Sure.” “Are you a little or not?” I wish I had something to drink so I could do a spit take and we could focus on that instead. “Um,” I said because I’m clever and wasn’t at all embarrassed or uncertain what to say. “I’m … Why?” “Mommy said you’re a little. And I saw you get a spanking, and you had diapers in your bag.” “You wear diapers too.” I said not at all defensively. “Yeah, cuz I’m a little.” She smiled like she was o so proud of that. “Well, no. I’m not a little. I’m Mary’s little girl,” which I only agree with cuz Mary says so all the time and she’s in charge of me, “but I’m not a little.” “So you’re a middle with potty problems?” “No! I do not have potty problems. Not even for role play.” “It’s okay to have potty problems. Mommy says so. She keeps trying to potty train me, but I don’t wanna, but don’t tell her or I’ll get in trouble.” “Well, potty training is tough.” “I have a training potty if you wanna see. Mommy put it in the closet cuz she said it was maybe too much for you guys.” But a diaper isn’t? I’m so confused. “But it was Mommy who decided I have to wear pull-ups all the time.” “All the time? Even to work?” I assumed she had a job. “You mean school? We don’t call it work. Everyday Mommy makes me lunch or gives me lunch money and sends me off to school with extra pull-ups. The worst is she makes me bring them all home so she can see if I had an accident.” “What do you … What kind of school do you go to?” “Human Resources school.” “You don’t attend virtually?” See? See how good I am at picking up on these games? “Some days, but I like school. I like helping other people get into my school. Do you go to school?” “No. I used to, but I know everything there is to know.” “You’re silly.” “No you.” Ha! Got her. “So I wanted to wear my big girl underpants to school, but Mommy says I’m not allowed anymore after this one time on the way home. But I don’t mind so much. No one knows at school, and I have a classroom to myself. At home I get to wear them u less I have an accident; then I hafta wear diapers, but I like them. Sometimes I even ask, but ,list of the time I just potty and wait for Mommy to find out.” “Uh-huh.” “How come you wear diapers?” “Okay, so first, I don’t. Second, it started as a punishment. Now Mary just likes me in them.” “You call your mommy by her name? Isn’t that naughty?” “She’s not my mommy … It’s not weird to call your wife ‘Mommy?’” “Why would it be weird?” “I dunno. Just … feels like it should?” “Mommy says I hafta call her Miss Mary until we get to know you better. She says I can call you Daphne. Heehee.” Little smartass. “You don’t get embarrassed sometimes? Like in the living room? Not that I minded.” “Toddlers wet their diapers. What’s to get embarrassed about? Why, do you?” “Yeah.” “But you like it.” “Maybe sometimes.” “No, you like it. I saw you get your bottom spanked. You like being embarrassed.” “It’s complicated.” “I get spanked sometimes too. We have a room for it.” “Every room in our house is a room for it.” “Are you talking about little girls getting their bumbums spanked,” Jo asked as she appeared over my shoulder. “Yeah,” Ann replied. “Look at my house.” “It’s a very nice house,” Mary said. “If Daphne being a good helper?” Is … is Mary baby talking to Ann? Is that … HMMPH! “Uh-huh. She didn’t wanna play stuffies or color, but she really wanted to play legos. She was too shy to ask, but she did ask lotsa questions about my pull-ups and diapers and being little.” O yeah, she did say she’s a tattle tale. “Did she,” Mary asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Uh-huh, and she says you make her wear diapers for punishment and just cuz and that she gets embarrassed by it. I don’t get embarrassed by it cuz I’m baby, but she does, but ya know what? Ya know what? I think she likes to be embarrassed.” Hard to get mad at her for spilling the beans when she told Mary literally nothing she didn’t know already. “You two can keep playing,” Jo announced like she’s the boss of me. Mary is the boss of me. And no, I wasn’t just getting grumpy with everyone. I wasn’t grumpy at all. I was … poised for grumpiness if the situation called for it. “What do you think,” Jo asked Mary. “It’s incredible. You’ve got one lucky baby. I love the changing table.” “It’s a life saver. My poor back.” “I can’t even imagine. My back gets sore, and she’s not even diapered full-time. It’d also be nice to have the diapers right there. Hers are in the closet. Actually, I used to out some in her undie drawer.” Quite a few pairs of my panties are missing and presumed hidden somewhere in the house. Mary steals. “And I love the crib.” Shut up your face! “I can give you the name of the person who made it.” Shut up your face too! “O, thank you but no. Daffy and I are committed to co-sleeping.” “Damn right we are,” I muttered. “We fuck a lot too.” “Daphne Ann!” Aw shit. I need to practice my muttering. Shit shit shit. Six eyeballs looking right at me. Dammit … and stuff. “Um, doesn’t count cuz none of you were supposed to hear that.” “I’m so sorry,” Mary apologized on my behalf. “She uses vulgar language as cover when she’s feeling vulnerable. We’re working on it.” “It’s okay.” “You’re getting a pass on that, missy, but don’t think I won’t paddle your butt in front of our new friends.” “Speaking of, I promised to show you the punishment room,” Jo said. Ann’s eye widening caught my eye, the brow of which arched in curiosity. Ann even blushed. I don’t think I’d seen her blush yet. Jo opened the walk-in closet. Of course I wanted to go in, and no amount of blushing little would stop me. It only made me more curious. Know what was in that closet? Well, I shall tell you. Little girl clothes, bags of diapers and diapering supplies, and a door. Narnia. Her punishment room is Narnia, I guessed. Not that I’ve read that. Do they go through a door to get there? Is that even how the story goes? Never mind cuz Jo produced from her pocket a key. Into the room I followed, and like Howard Carver almost exactly 100 years ago, I saw wonderful things. There’s more to this little than meets the eye. “We wanted the room to be especially private, so we took out the hallway door and put one in the closet,” Jo explained. Personally, I think they got it backwards. Surely a veritable sex dungeon would spark fewer questions should a guest stumble upon it than an adult baby nursery, but I guess they had their reasons. Just like they had their reasons for the many treasures in inner sanctum: furniture treasures; treasures that hang from ceilings; treasures that run on direct current; treasures that make pain happen and treasure that make pain go away. Treasures that would hurt me and not in a good way. I mean, Ann isn’t so much bigger than me, so how she could fit all … I mean, even if I could without doing myself a terrible injury, I just don’t think getting punched in the lung from the inside would feel … anyhoo. But that aside, “We should all misbehave so badly,” I said unbidden even by me. “See something you like,” Mary asked me with her eyes a-sparkle with a thousand possibilities, all the hopes and dreams of generation upon generation of sexually frustrated, kinky lesbians flashing before her like the light emitted by the maternal smile of our almighty and benevolent god … and stuff. “Um … Yes. Yes, I do.” I glanced back at our hosts, Jo watching us with her arm around Ann, who looked mortified. So if you’re looking for difference between us, there’s one: I don’t mind talking sex stuff in front of other people, but I do mind wetting myself in front of other people. Not so Ann. I felt kinda bad for her. But it’s really important that Mary knows what I want for Christmas. “This is, uh,” I said not bash fully but more of in a made-wordless-by-a-religious-ecstasy kind of way and stuff, “we should consider.” “We do have a spare room,” Mary said while touching it. “I can just picture you now, lying on your changing table with your legs up, diaper under you to catch anything, strapped down while I’m downstairs turning it up and down … and up.” “I can never so good … or ever so bad, whichever makes that happen.” I’m flexible like that. “Quite the set up you got here,” Mary said because one of us needed to before we forgot where we were and with whom and whose toys belong to which lesbian. “Thought you’d like it.” “I think we should go before we wear out our welcome,” Mary suggested. “And it’s time for this one to go down for a nap,” Jo said, kissing Ann on the temple and making her blush again, but with a sort of starry eyed look like she was very happy to have Jo for a mommy, and very happy for us to leave the punishment room, which isn’t entirely an accurate name for it. As we were about to go back downstairs, Ann whispered something to Jo. Jo replied, “Do you want the big potty or little potty?” Ann, not blushing anymore, only shook her head. “Do you wanna get changed before or after nap time?” “Before.” I chose and continue to choose to not know what any of that meant. I guess Mom was right and some things are better repressed from our minds. We said goodbye to Ann in her nursery, hugs all around (and don’t think I didn’t see Mary pat her diaper butt), yet it was a brief goodbye because Ann seemed like she was trying to be very polite and couldn’t remain so genteel much longer. Personally, I chose and continue to choose to not know what I meant by that. Downstairs, Jo showed us out. “Thank you for coming.” “It was our pleasure. What do say, Daffy?” “Thank you. I had a good time.” “I’m sure Annie had a wonderful time playing with you.” “I’ll text you about that pool party,” Mary said. I had questions to follow up on about that. “Can’t wait. Have a safe drive home. I got a poopy diaper to go change.” I chose and continue to choose to not know what the heck that heccin even means! A little help with my denialism, please?!? Mary chuckled, “Good luck. I know what that’s like.” “Marrry! No, you heccin don’t!” And I didn’t pout my way to the car, and I didn’t perk up when Mary called me a good sport. “I think you and I have some online shopping to do when we get home.” And no I did not get excited and blurt out, “Legos!?!” “I meant the fucking machine,” Mary said with this look on her face like she married someone weird, which she didn’t even. “O. Maybe we can build one out of legos … teehee.” I got a kiss for being cute (not awkward and cute, just cute). “I will happily buy my little girl some legos.” “Sweet.” “And the machine too.” “Super sweet.” “You think she’s up on her changing table right now getting her … “Marrrry!”

So this week I found out how things in the pee department work if I try to use toilets. It was only for a few hours and a bit of a spur-of-the-moment thing designed to help close out the rather irritating (on many levels) nappy rash I’d picked up. It was last Friday, my “day off” (during which I do unpaid housework instead of paid work). As usual for a Friday, I’d greeted the dawn from the swaddling comfort of a pinned, wet, cloth nappy. Despite the rash, I didn’t feel that I was wet enough to warrant an immediate change and so, fending off the inevitability of a hot date with a vacuum cleaner, I lounged around and made sure the internet worked (it usually does but I feel it’s important for me to check it). Eventually, at around 9:30am, I unpinned my wet terry (not really as wet as it should have been, more on this later) and had a shower. My rash was considerably better but certainly not 100% gone. I felt some “air out” time was in order. Rummaging around in my spares box, I found some Tena pull-on pants. These are so close to “no nappy” that I thought they would be good enough for “air out” time. I pulled on a pair, some shorts over the top, and went about my day resolving to use the toilet like a big boy should, leaving the Tena there simply for swiftly-removable insurance. Accepted vernacular is that after nearly 4 years of 24/7, I should wet myself unstoppably at some inconvenient juncture. I did not. What I DID need to do was to pee every 90 minutes. WITHOUT fail. Generally speaking, I’d be noticing some urges within an hour but by the 90 minute mark, those urges had sufficient physiological heft to them that they could not reasonably be ignored. I could have tempted fate by trying to wait longer but the warning signs were clear, the urges were too uncomfortable to ignore, and the objective was to have “dry out” time, not “mopping up” time. The subsequent toilet visits thusly precipitated (no pun intended) were curiously and irritatingly unsatisfying. Flow was quite weak, the volume of pee small, commensurate with the 90 minutes I’d spent assembling it, and a degree of post-void dripping meant that the Tena saw incredibly minor action (commensurate with its incredibly minor abilities) anyway. It all worked though. I can’t stop the flow once it’s started but I’ve known that for ages. There were some near misses. As morning turned into afternoon, I “cancelled” a pee release that seconds before, I’d thoughtlessly authorised. In each case the cancel button got hit before pee hit my pull-up. It wasn’t incontinence, it was rather the manifestation of a deeply-ingrained habit of not bothering to control pee. I honestly think this is where my bedwetting comes from. I’m not “incontinent” overnight, I simply am so deeply conditioned toward not holding pee that when asleep, my sub-conscious just goes with the daytime flow. There is some evidence supporting this in that I will often bedwet within two hours of falling asleep and with quite low void volume. I’m not going because I need to go, I’m going because that is what I do. It’s an open question if, given a longer period of time in “dry out” mode, I would forget to “cancel” one of these semi-automatic pee releases and wind up with wet shorts since a Tena pull up has the absorptive capacity of a damp budgerigar. We could then have one of life’s more left-field metaphysical debates as to whether this was incontinence or idiocy. We’ll never know because before long it was 5:30pm and time for my evening shower. There was nothing more in my pull up than post-void dripping. After the shower, I changed into a thick cloth nappy and normal transmission resumed. So that’s what things look like 43 months down the “24/7” road. Usable daytime continence but I need to concentrate on it and accept that I have to pee every 90 minutes. It’s possible that with some bladder re-training I could recover that. It did occur to me that as I’ve speculated before, the “90 minute” range is insufficient for me to do my job with any hope of practicality and is also less than the 120 minute “timed toileting” program advocated by continence Nazis but it still doesn’t tick the incontinence box. 98% of wee that appeared was expected to do so. 90 minutes pee intervals: that’s a fact-oid you can take to the bank. Nothing else is proven.

This morning I asked myself how one could translate "Daily Diapers" to German. "Tägliche Windeln" would be the one-to-one translation - and sounds awfull. A lot better sounds: "Gut gewickelt", which translates as "Well wrapped" How would you translate it into other languages?

Whelp it's definitely find out time for B. She has no clue that her former victim has victim has been taken in by one of the local aristocratic families and has just yanked the tigers tale. This processing can you hit like a truck at random times. I haven't been through anything nearly this bad but I know from experience.

Imagine slightly more than 8 quarts of milk. That's quite a lot! ?

8000ml equals around 270oz ? - but not yet reached. And only liquid

Today, the first time a Critter Caboose. It's always exciting, to feel and use a new Diaper. And I wonder how long it'll take till it's full, as it has a capacity of around 8000ml ?

There is a second version that is even more restrictive involving suspenders and torso straps with a longer leg . Once it is applied it can’t be tampered With or defeated, you are completely subject to the benevolence of the key holder and I think it does work in both rolls a good thick diaper retention cover as well as bondage device using some the standard hardware features like the D rings on either side you can completely control and immobilize a persons pelvis laying in bed or standing secured to a door . And because of the canvas used diaper leaks are easily rinsed off and don’t penetrate the fabric . They also make a a complete full body restraint and bondage set that can be as basic as 5 point or as intense as ankles spreader knees thighs pelvis arms biceps shoulders and head .

That was awesome.

I am incontinent now 24/7 in diapers for both my bowels and pee. I still have some control but been 24/7 10 months now and so happy. I love my diapers more with each passing week! Now I’m on a business trip and it’s no big deal to wear diapers and I can go about my day without worrying about darting off the bathroom unless I’m stinky of course!

@FFA5924 Thank you for another nice chapter.

When I first saw my doctor a few years ago for my bedwetting, I mentioned that I was handling the problem with "Absorbent Brief's." I thought that sounded more medical than "Cloth diapers, Blue Ducky diaper pins, and Nursery print plastic panties!!". ??? However, when I had my last colonoscopy, I did wear a disposable diaper there, and the nurses saw it during prep, when I told them I was a bedwetter. They just un-taped one side and folded it down for the procedure. (And I was wet when I woke up after the procedure..)

Lesson 1. Make sure when you get the house to yourself you lock all the doors, including the screen doors which usually people don't have a key for. If someone wants in, they will need to ring the bell! What the hell was your friend doing just walking in your house without knocking? Was he invited? Doesn't sound like it or you wouldn't have been running around in just a diaper.

No more shaved beavers???? Now it's waxed pookies? Are they banging anything else other than hair???

Kayla realized she had no choice before she latched on to Skyler's nipple and started suckling slowly, the warm creamy milk going in her mouth and going down her throat, the taste and feel did things to her it made her mad, embarrassed and even happy and relaxed which only made her more upset and confused.

It is not about land and it is not about power or at least not 100% about power. There is a civil war in Ukraine. One part of ukranians are backed with NATO, another is backed with Russia. Why this happened? It is really long story but you cannot find truth in civil war. Just imagine that you cannot speak in your language, you cannot teach your children in your language, you cannot create a party that would represent you in a parlament but you and your parents and grand parents has been leaved on that land for ages. Ukraine was offered to become another Switzerland: neutral and federative but Ukraine declained. So the process of decay of Soviet Union is not over. Some territories will be with Russia, some will be independant, some might be with Poland. Time will tell but war, especially civil war like this is a completelly mess. Yes, I'm russian, but I think you should know how it looks from within conflict.

I was just curious if you’ll be explaining the reasoning behind the school proving underwear for the staff? Like I understand them providing a uniform, but usually that doesn’t come with underwear. Are they like some old fashioned schools where they have a strict dress code including the underwear except in this case the strict dress code is for both staff and students? My other observation is that Clair is wearing a staff uniform, since it’s obvious that staff has a strict dress code even what underwear they wear does that mean that they are technically breaking the staff dress code by making Clair wear a diaper under her uniform because she is a little (considering this is probably the only time a Little ever wears a staff uniform lol) my point is, they are trying to use two sets of rules for one person because she’s a guest and a Little. Like they are picking and choosing what rules from each category they want to enforce. That could get confusing for anyone who’s supposed to be following those rules or guidelines. Like she gets the staff uniform and the student’s underwear. Unless there is a guideline in place for a staff to be wearing a diaper instead of the regulation panties. I know. I’m definitely READING to much into the entire thing lol. Unless I completely lost everyone in my dialogue, for that I’m sorry lol

@woelkchen-2018 Because I am English myself, I do not know translations of many words, without using the appropriate Google translators. I may know a little bit of French myself, because my grandparents were French Canadian.I know for a fact that there are sometimes there are things they wanted to talk to each other about, and they didn't sometimes use English. They'll start using English, and then switch to French, and then go back to English, So what you end up getting a little bit of English mixed in with French Canadian, back to American English . Kind of funny in a way there were times however that my grandparents probably didn't want me to understand what it is they were talking about. If that was the case, they would usually talk in French, and I just chalked it up to the fact that grandma and grandpa were just talking, in their native language, since they were both French Canadian. There are many different words in the vocabulary that sound differently depending on how they are translated and how they are used in different languages. Because I am only a Native American English speaker, meaning that my primary language is American English, there are many words that I may not understand without looking at them, and then being able to use a translator to translate them to American English.We all know for example, that the American English language is full of rules . Sometimes the rules make sense, sometimes the rules do not, and something that may sound right to your head, does not follow in the way American English rules dictate . One of the things that I've learned is that there are some words that may not have an appropriate English translation, and there may be some words that don't make sense when translated to American English . This could probably also apply to any language that you speak natively or about any language that you have to translate from and to. for example, I have a friend that can speak fluent American English, and also fluent German. There are many words that you also have to be careful of, because their usage in American English, could also be translated differently into other languages, and during the difference in the translation, could actually make whatever you're saying come out wrong. By that, I mean that something that is translated in English correctly, and make sense to an English speaker, may also be something that is meant differently in other languages, and some words if used in the improper order, could be translated in a way that sounds like an insult or something that is negative to that persons language. This is why it's always important to make sure that you try to be as accurate as possible when trying to translate English to any other language or from any other language to English. Some words in other languages have no English equivalence, and I'm sure there are words in the English language that have no foreign language equivalents. This is why it's important to make sure that if you are writing something or translating it in from another language, that you're careful in the translation, or meaning can be misconstrued and cause trouble! For me, if I ever had to translate something to another language, I'd probably have to use Google translator: it might not be the best at translating all of the types of words in all languages, and the meaning can be different if written a certain way, but at least you get the idea of what the intention may be. Since American language has so many rules and regulations about how it is used and all of that, it can get a little ridiculous. I'm not sure that other languages have so many rules that they have to follow, but I can see why American students in school may have a headache after dealing with English homework, because there's so many rules they have to remember, that if they don't they might end up making a mistake in usage or in grammar. Brian

Wow, this model is looking smoking hot in these diaper covers.

Confirmed. It happens when you have more than one row of open PM's.... which seems like too many lol.

Part 5 It was hard to focus on anything during the week with the constant reminder of chastity and the insane effect that it had on my sexual desires. It was only Wednesday but it felt like it had been a month since my last orgasm and focusing on anything else was becoming impossible. The slightest breeze seemed to be enough to get me horny again, and more than a couple of times the vibrations from the airport tug almost sent me over the edge at work. I couldn’t believe that a little piece of plastic was consuming my mind nearly every waking hour. I had decided to forego the walk to campus today because of the freezing rain in the forecast, expected to last through the night. I was dreading work by this point as well... the tug had heat but it was about as strong as someone breathing on you from across the room. I laid in bed as the wind whipped around the front door causing a howling that was only dulled by the TV. I wished away the remainder of the week if only for the prospect of having the chastity removed and being able to cum again. I knew that if I could just get off I would be able to focus on other things again. My hand aimlessly toyed with the cage, which always caused my erection to test it’s bounds again. Each time it failed. My eyes wandered across my body, smooth again as of my latest shower and was oddly proud of the feminine form I presented as I lay nude on the bed. I had a flat tummy, was thin, and the obvious signs of being a male were tucked away. I jumped slightly at the text notification on my phone as I mindlessly toyed with the cage and my scrotum. My excitement rose as I noticed it was from Steve. I hadn’t talked or texted with him since we left each other on Sunday night. I had wanted too, very badly in fact, but didn’t want to come across as annoying or obsessive. Steve: Hey, how are you? Haven’t heard from you in a while, making sure you’re doing okay. Adam: Hi! Doing fine. Taking off from school today because of the weather. Didn’t want to bother you if you were busy. Steve: You couldn’t possibly bother me. Text me whenever. Adam: Okay, thanks! How have you been? Steve: I’m good. Busy at work, but with normal stuff. I’ve been missing you though. Adam: I’ve been missing you too Steve: Have you been behaved? No slip ups? Adam: No, it’d be impossible to slip up with this thing on. It’s driving me insane. It’s like a constant reminder that I can’t touch myself even when I’m not thinking about touching myself. Steve: Haha, yeah. But that’s what I was hoping for, honestly Adam: Well, congratulations because it’s working. Steve: Go ahead and get acclimated with it, it’s sort of a part of you now. Adam: I was afraid you were gonna say that. I’ll give you $10 if you let me take it off, lol! Steve: Ha! I have at least 5x that much in my bank account. No deal. You’ll have to barter, not pay. Adam: I don’t have any livestock to trade. Steve: Be creative, I bet you can think of something. Adam: I’m sure I can think of a few things, and honestly with as frigging horny as this thing has made me, I’d be on board with almost anything. I paused after I watched the little blue bubble appear on my screen, then the ‘Delivered’ status appear. I couldn’t believe I had just sent him that. I was one thing for him to bring it up, it was another for me to volunteer for it. Steve: Well good, I’ll take you up on those few things on Saturday then. Adam: So you’ll let me out? Steve: No, but I can work around it Adam: What’s that mean? Steve: There’s more than one way to skin a cat. I felt flush from the conversation and realized that I had been barely breathing for the last five minutes. I could see that my cock was as hard as it could be, the cage now bouncing with my heartbeat. I tightened the muscles in my groin and thought that given a bit of time, I could get off just from the friction of the cage. I tried to relax and allow the erection to pass to ease the discomfort, but it was no use at this point. Adam: Okay, I’ll take your word for it. Steve: Good. Do. What do I get in return for skinning your cat? Adam: I don’t know, I guess it depends on what you want. Steve: You to be my little plaything for the entire weekend? Adam: Obviously that’s a given Steve: I want you at my door on Saturday after you wake up. I want you to walk into the house and strip naked, then toss your clothes and everything you’ve got with you into the closet. You’re gonna be my little princess this weekend. While not victorious, blood flow almost beat bondage after reading that. I wasn’t sure how much force it would take to break the chastity cage, but I had to be close with the hardness I was pushing now. Adam: Okay. I can do that. Steve: Should I reward you for being good this week first, or is that going to kill the mood for you? Adam: I don’t think it will, but I’m also nearly in tears from being so turned on right now so... take me with a grain of salt. Steve: Well, tell me what you want to do this weekend and I’ll help hold you to it just in case your mood dies down. Adam: Umm... I don’t know. What do you want me to do this weekend? Steve: Don’t be inhibited. Explore. Adam: Okay, broad enough. I’m in. So what does being your princess for the weekend entail exactly? Steve: You’ll have to wait and see, but you’d better be totally smooth when you get here, and you had better do what daddy says. Adam: Okay, I just shaved earlier but I’ll do it again on Saturday before I leave. Steve: Good, baby. I’ll see you soon. Be good. Adam: Okay, bye! With the end of the conversation, I knew I had just consented and volunteered to many things I thought I’d never do. There was very little doubt in my mind that I would be discovering what cum tasted like after all, only it likely wouldn’t be my own. I wouldn’t have come out and said this, but if Steve turned up at my door right now, I would drop to my knees and suck him off out on the sidewalk in broad daylight and swallow as much cum as he could produce. I would take a bath in it at this point, I was so horny. This little chastity game he is playing is working far too well and I knew that he knew that. I heard from Steve again on Thursday afternoon while I was in my Russian Literature course. The weather had improved slightly and I only fell once on my way to class, although the night before I had crashed my tug into a few cones because of the ice. Steve: Hey, baby - how are you doing? Adam: I’m good, sitting in class. How are you? Steve: Not bad at all. Are you working tomorrow night? Adam: Yeah, unfortunately. Why, what’s up? Steve: I’m having a few people over to my house for a small get-together and was wondering if you’d like to attend, but if you do have to work, it’s no problem. It caught me off guard. Steve and I had only met a couple of times, and while I don’t know what you would call us, me prancing around how I was dressed was not something that I wanted other people to know about. Adam: I do have to work... but do they know... you know? Steve: Of you, yes. You, no. I haven’t shared any identifying details about you at all. Adam: But then they would know it was me if I came tomorrow night? Steve: They would, but believe me... they’re like-minded. They’ll even have their special friends with them and if you were comfortable with what happened last weekend, you’d be comfortable with them. And I wouldn’t expect them to see you in anything but your normal street clothes. Adam: Oh, okay. I’m not sure I’m ready for that... this is all pretty new to me, but I really do appreciate the invitation and will be there on Saturday no matter what, if that’s okay? Steve: Understood, not a problem. If you change your mind, let me know. They’ll be here at 6 and I’m having a chef and hostess come in to help with dinner. Should be a good time. Plenty of good wine as well! Adam: Thank you, I really do appreciate it. I did appreciate his invitation to the party even thought I thought it was way too early to be meeting any friends, even if they were like-minded, whatever that means. I thought of how many porn videos I had watched that started just like this... I had been jerked off twice by a guy, I didn’t think I was quite ready for a gay gang-bang or anything. I knew deep down that Steve wasn’t that type of guy, and if he wanted to pressure me into something, he would have already done it. I couldn’t help but feel my erection try and grow, but fortunately for me, the chastity stopped it. Nothing worse than being hard in class. I tried to refocus on Dostoevsky, but my mind kept coming back to Steve’s party. I don’t know why I felt so guilty for saying no, and I’m not sure if it was because I felt like I was letting him down, or because I was jealous that there were going to be other ‘like-minded’ people there and I wouldn’t be... and if Steve would decide that I wasn’t worth it if I wasn’t able to be there. I meandered to my next class with really no conscious effort, just going through the motions. Once in the Natural Sciences Center, I detoured for a quick restroom break before Astronomy began. The chastity made it impossible to use a urinal, so I’ve been having to get used to using a stall each time. I pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down to sit on the icy toilet seat and noticed that the front of my boxer briefs were nearly saturated. I thought I had maybe had an accident, but upon closer inspection from the slit in the chastity device, I could see that I was leaking pre-cum in copious amounts. I cleaned as best I could with toilet paper, relieved myself, then spent the next 90 seconds trying to dry the chastity enough to not cause a spot on my jeans. I had gotten used to being extra cautious with leaking, but was annoyed each time I had to do it. I arrived to the auditorium just in time for Professor Henry to arrive and begin his lecture on the gravitational pull of Jupiter on the something or other... at least I think that’s what he was talking about. I usually just read the chapters before the tests, his were all straight from the book. I was much more focused on other pressing matters. I tried as hard as I could to not pester Steve about a party that I knew I wouldn’t be able to attend, but my sexual curiosity was so high that I took out my phone and tried to strike up another conversation with Steve. Adam: Ugh, this class is so boring. What are you up too? I locked my phone and stared at the black screen as somewhere in the room a physics formula was being discussed about mass and velocity and trajectory... some other stuff as well but in my mind, there was only the black screen. It kept running over and over in my mind. Steve would meet someone new on Friday, then he’d ghost me or give some lame excuse about the weekend and that would be the end of it. The rational me should be happy with that, with getting back to a normal life with normal expectations... you know, of depression, dead end jobs, and no friends. The irrational part of me was green with jealousy of whoever Steve would take notice of next. His continued silence only heightened my paranoia. After the 75 minute class had finally come to an end, I gathered my things and started to make the long, cold walk back to my apartment. The freezing rain had fortunately ceased, but the ice was still abundant on the poorly salted city sidewalks. Finally behind the protection of brick, insulation, and poorly maintained drywall, I began to thaw out. I had two hours before I needed to start getting ready for work, and after settling on some bland frozen pasta dish, I settled myself into the recliner and closed my eyes to think. No sooner than I pulled the lever to kick my feet up, my phone began to ring. It was him. “Hey, how are you?” I answered, trying to push as much joy into my voice as possible. “Hi, sweetie... sorry for not responding, I’ve been in back-to-back meetings all afternoon. How are you doing?” He replied back, chipper. “I’m doing fine. I just had some dinner. Just got back from class. Trying to warm up... it’s freezing out.” I responded, attempting to be coy and hide my excitement from his call. Steve told me about his day, and about some insurance fraud lawsuit he had been working on for the past few years and it finally settled for what I was told was “not an insignificant amount of money, even for a multi-billion dollar company”. He was very happy with this as it would no doubt impact his annual bonus. “Hey, I’m sorry if I put you on the spot earlier about Friday” He said after finishing his good news on the suit. “I’ve had it planned for a while and was probably a little too forward asking you to come this soon. I know that would be really hard since you’re still very, very new to this and have quite a bit of exploring to do.” He said, the sincerity of his apology plainly evident. “No, it’s fine. I’m happy you offered, I’m only sorry I can’t be there. It sounds scary, but it sounds exciting at the same time.” I replied, mostly truthfully. It sounded much scarier than I alluded. “Yeah, it should be fun. We try and meet up every few weeks if we can. We have a larger group that gets together up at Clear Lake twice a year, but the local people try to meet as often as possible.” He said before quickly adding “Hey, I just sat down to get my hair cut, then I’m running to dinner. I’ll text you soon.” “Oh, okay. Talk soon.” I replied back quickly as the connection was lost. I felt somewhat better after his call. At least it seemed genuine that he understood that wasn’t able to be there, and understood how awkward it would have been for me to just show up with these people there knowing that they likely knew some insanely intimate details. I was now very curious about this ‘group’ of ‘like-minded’ people though. What did he mean they have a larger group? A larger group of what? Were they a cult or something? My mind wandered from there and before long, I had drifted to sleep. I was startled by the incoming text message tone from my phone, still sitting on my chest. I shook the sleep from my head and realized that I had napped for just over an hour, and that I needed to get up soon and get ready for work. I unlocked the phone and saw that Steve had sent a text almost 45 minutes ago, in addition to the one I just received. I must have been out cold. Steve: Sorry for having to jump so abruptly. Probably left you with a ton of questions. I think it’ll be easier to explain it on Saturday rather than by text or phone. Steve: Unless of course you are able to make it on Friday after all. Adam: Hey, sorry for missing your message, I dozed off for a few minutes. I for sure have questions, but I guess I can wait for answers. But I do want to know what you meant by the like-minded people comment. Like minded how? Steve: I’ll explain more on Saturday, but I’ve got a little group of friends that originally connected over some common interests. It’s mostly centered around the big/little dynamic to some varying degrees. The guys coming over Friday happen to live locally and we enjoy each others company, and their littles enjoy spending time together as well. We usually set them up with movies or games, then the bigs go play cards or smoke cigars. We usually end the night in the hot tub if the weather is alright, then we part ways. Adam: Okay. I don’t know exactly what you mean by big/little though. Steve: Well... it’s sort of a play on dominant/submissive but with ageplay thrown in. I (dominant/big) would have you (submissive/little) dressed younger in nature, and I would be your caretaker. A daddy role, in many ways. Make sense? Adam: Yeah, that does. So dressing younger in nature involves being dressed as a girl? Steve: That’s a personal preference of mine. Not all daddies do that with their littles, although most do. Some daddies have littles that are biological girls though. One will be there on Friday, actually. Adam: Gotcha. So the ageplay part... what exactly does that mean? Steve: Think younger and carefree. It could be any age, really. Infant to teenager, it really depends on the big and little to decide. Activities are done accordingly. Both on Friday are in the toddler/preschool mindset when they’re playing, so we usually have kids movies, kid foods, etc. I hope all of this isn’t scaring you off... I wanted to explain this in person. Adam: No, it isn’t. It’s interesting, I guess. So what about you? What do you like? Steve: Well, I think you can tell I like boys dressed as girls. We didn’t really get into the ageplay at all, the panties were as close as we came, but I like the toddler/preschool ageplay as well. That’s not set in stone, it really depends on your likes/dislikes or if you even have an interest in that. Adam: It does sound interesting. I’ve never really given it any thought. I guess I’ve been willing to explore this far, I could go a little further. I can’t say I was caught off guard by our conversation. I’m not completely out of the loop with the ageplay dynamic... I’ve seen enough porn that eventually that’s come up. I felt willing to explore it a bit, assuming that we had already started down an odd path with the dress-up anyways. What could it hurt. It was kind of erotic to think about. Steve: I’m glad to hear that. We’ll take things slow, but I think you’ll come to like it a lot if you’re willing to try. Adam: Cool. Well I think I’m looking forward to it. Steve: Me too, baby. After wrapping up the text conversation, a little more turned on than I had anticipated I would be, I gathered my things and made my way into work. I stopped by the field office before going to my tug, just curious if Jeremy, my direct supervisor, had anyone else on vacation tomorrow night, and if not, could I use some PTO. “Hey, Adam!” Jeremy exclaimed as I walked through the trailer door. I immideately knew something wasn’t right. Jeremy never greeted me with anything other than keys being thrown in my general direction and a “Have a good night, bud.” “So... we’ve got a little bit of an issue.” He went on. “Dayshift blew the engine in your tug this morning, and the shop is backed up. The only spare we have is a convertable...” He trailed off after this. Being that I was union and it was below freezing out, he knew that per my contract, he was unable to ask me to take the convertable tug to do my normal run. If I didn’t though, I’d likely be sent home, or I’d have to go into the sort and help there. I hated being in the sort and I really needed every dollar I could get, so going home was out. “But the good news is I’ve ordered you a new tug and it’ll be here on Sunday. It’s a new GSX model, so it’ll be more like a car than a tug. Awesome, right?” He added. I could tell he was trying to sweet talk me into using the convertable to help with the run. If not, he’d be short staffed and everyone would be in overtime by the end of the night. “Well, I guess I could use the convertable. But man, it’s freezing out there.” I began. “Hey, by chance... do you have anyone else off tomorrow night?” “No, sir! I’m sure we can arrange something.” He shot back right away. “Alright, I’ll go grab the coveralls. You see what you can do about tomorrow night.” I replied. “No need! You stay warm and it’s yours!” He beamed back. Politics. He knows he can’t ask, but he knows how to strike a deal. I was conflicted the rest of the night on if I should tell Steve that I took the night off, or if I should play it by ear. That way, if I decided I didn’t want to go, I was under no pressure. I debated this multiple times in my head as I nearly froze to death endlessly circling the airport, the coveralls seeming to only dull the wind. I thought more and more about the dominant and submissive piece of the dynamic, coupled with the ageplay and decided it would be something I would like to explore. It was exciting when Steve seemed to decide things for me, or when he took charge in a situation. I loved the feeling he would get when I felt like I had to follow his lead. I wasn’t sure if it was me thinking, or if the chastity had my sex drive thinking for me, but I was really excited to take the next step forward with Steve. I finally parked the tug back in the motor pool at 2:55am and headed to the breakroom to warm myself after being in the cold for nearly 6 hours. I could feel the plastic of the chastity, now ice cold, against my sensitive skin. Even with the cold, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the thoughts of this weekend. I played out scenario after scenario in my mind, and while the thoughts I was having would have frightened me last weekend, being constantly on edge for the past week had opened my mind to new opportunities. I stared out of the large window on the bus back to my apartment, very aware that my precum had again saturated the front of my underwear. Every movement caused my cock to try and harden, and the vibration of the bus in just the right position may have done the trick had my stop not arrived when it did. I barracaded the door against the cold behind me when I entered my little apartment and started heating a french bread pizza in the toaster oven before settling in the chair and powering up my phone. I usually didn’t get many messages overnight, but I did have a couple of texts from Steve sitting in my inbox. Steve: Hey, baby. Hope everything is going well. I’m out with my team from work celebrating. I’m taking tomorrow off, so text me whenever. That message came in at 1am. Another was received just 25 minutes ago. Steve: Turning out to be a later night than I thought, this is the first time I’ve closed a bar down since I was in my early 20s. I keep picturing you standing in front of the sink with your panties showing and it’s making it really tough to... well... converse with work people. I blushed hard and scrolled the message thread up a bit to look at the picture again, still dumbfounded that it was me in that picture. I really did look like some hot little 18 year old girl with a bubble butt that you would see on the Gone Wild subreddit or something. Even my hips looked like a girls in the position I was standing. I decided to go ahead and text him back, knowing that he was likely still at the bar. Adam: Hey! Wow, late night indeed! You’re gonna be exhausted tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep. I hit send on the message and stood to collect my pizza, but before I could even cross the room, I heard my phone chime to indicate a new message. I grabbed my food and returned to the chair and checked it. Steve: You’re home now, I guess? Adam: Yeah, just got in. Having some dinner now. Steve: Nice. Let me guess... frozen pizza? Adam: Get out, creepy. How’d you know? Steve: It’s what I would be doing as well, lol. Adam: Well, great minds. Steve: Indeed. I really miss you. I wish you could come over tomorrow. It’s going to be tough waiting for Saturday. I was at a crossroads now. I could tell him I was off and fulfill his wishes, or I could play it quiet and see how I was feeling about it. The now-throbbing cock in the chastity cage made it’s mind up first. Adam: I may have gotten to take some vacation tomorrow night. Steve: What? Really? Adam: Yeah, nobody else was off and I took a bad assignment. We made a trade. Steve: So... you’ll come over for the party? Adam: Maybe. I’m still pretty reserved about meeting anyone. Steve: How about this... I’ll come get you now and you can sleep at my house. We can spend the day together tomorrow and you can decide how you’re feeling about it. If you want to bail, you can either go home or hang out in the bedroom and I’ll tell them you couldn’t make it. If you want to hang out with us, just wear your normal clothes and we’ll all just talk. The thought of seeing him tonight excited me imminsely. It was late, so I knew I likely wouldn’t get to cum tonight, but just being that much closer when the opportunity presented itself was too much to pass up. Adam: Okay, I need some time to shower and shave though. Steve: Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in 10. Bring your toothbrush and 1 change of clothes for tomorrow. Nothing else. We’ll take care of the rest togehther. Adam: Okay, I guess I’ll see you in a few minutes I scarfed the scalding pizza down and ran to the closet to collect some clothes. I opted for dark jeans and a blue and pink checked shirt, underwear, socks, and shoes. I threw everything in my backpack with my phone charger and waited at the door to see him approaching. I could see the intense headlights of the Mercedes bounce into the parking lot exactly 10 minutes after he said he was on his way. I walked quickly to the passenger door and scooted into the SUV, tossing my bag into the back seat. “Hey, baby! You have no idea how happy I am about this!” Steve exclaimed as I fastened my seatbelt. I could smell the faint scent of bourbon on his breath, but he didn’t seem intoxicated at all. “Me too! This worked out great, I guess.” I said in response as we pulled away from the dingy apartment complex en route to the nicest neighborhood in the city. He told me all about his night out while we drove, and I told him about my negotiating skills to get the night off. Before I knew it, we were slowing down for the guard shack in front of the neighborhood. I was surprised that there was a guard even in the middle of the night. Steve parked infront of the tall doors at the front of the house and grabbed my backpack out of the back seat for me. I follewed close behind him as we passed through the threshold into the warmed air of the giant foyer. “Alright, strip it off.” He said as he closed and locked the doors behind us. “Already?” I asked wondering if he was planning on getting started with things this late. “Yeah, I said I wanted you to strip as soon as you get here, so get to it.” He said with a devilish smile. I started hesitantly taking my jacket off before Steve came to my assistance, speeding the process significantly. He pulled at my outer layers before pulling my undershirt above my head, then dropping my jeans and underwear at my ankles in one quick movement. I stepped up get get out of them and within a few seconds of entering the house, I was naked with the exception of the chastity device. He threw the clothes into the hall closet along with the backpack and walked back over to me to give me a tight, hard hug. He kissed my cheek, his scruff scratching my baby-smooth cheek. “Let’s see...” He said as he took a small step back after breaking the hug. His hands grasped my crotch and turned the chastity device to one side, checking that the plastic lock he had secured on Sunday was the original one. “Good, baby.” He said, pleased that the device had not been tampered with. He lightly stroked my scrotum and pulled on the chastity cage as he kissed me firmly on the lips. I broke the kiss after a moment, needing to catch my breath and steady my legs, now weak from the manipulation of my desperate cock. “Whew, you’re a leaker, huh?” He said as he examined the precum on his hand after pulling away from the cage. I blushed intensly as I told him about the wet feeling I had been getting thouughout the week. “Well, we can probably do something about that soon.” He said, then grabbed my hand and turned to exit the foyer and lead me back to the bedroom. He flipped the lights on, blinding me somewhat after adjusting to the dim lights of the hallway. His bed was perfectly made, which surprised me somewhat since I’m assuming he didn’t anticipate company... at least I hoped he hadn’t anticiapted company. I got a little nervous over that thought for a moment. He had been out at a bar, afterall. I tried to shake it from my mind as I trailed behind him into the room. “Alright, lets get you ready for bed. We’ll do a bath in the morning.” He said as he turned to me, then grabbed my shoulders and stood me next to the bed. “Be right back.” I watched as he entered the empty nursary and went to the left door. He returned a moment later with feminine looking clothes in hand. After tossing most of them on the bed next to me, he gathered a purple and yellow pair of panties in his hands and lowered them to my feet. I stepped in one foot after another and put my legs together to allow him to pull them up. I could see as he did that this pair was also adorned with lace, but more than last time. Nearly the entire butt was covered with rows of alternating purple and yellow lace, and there was a small white bow that sat below my belly button. He looked up at me and smiled as he motioned them into place, my chastity cage disappearing beneith the fabric. He pulled a nightgown from the bed and tossed it over my head, assisting with working my arms into the arm holes. The hem barely came to my hips and did nothing to cover the majority of the panties. “Do you prefer sleeping in socks?” He asked as he stood to admire his handywork? I shook my head as I looked down at the nightgown I was now wearing. It was a pale yellow, soft cotton nightgown with ruffled sleeves and lace around the hem. It looked like something a preschooler would wear, which reflecting back on our ageplay text conversation earlier, made sense. “Go grab your toothbrush from the closet and let’s get to bed.” He said with a smile and a light tap on my butt, nudging me toward the door. I walked through the house, very aware that anyone peeking in the windows would be able to see me in all of my glory. I rushed slightly at that thought, grabbed my toothbrush, and returned to my bedroom. Steve was finishing up in the bathroom, and motioned me to the other sink adjacent to the one he was standing near. The bathroom was massive, complete with a whirlpool tub and large stone shower with a waterfall showerhead coming from the wall and ceiling. I brushed my teeth, fully aware of his eyes studying every inch of my body the entire time. Once done, I dried my face off with the hand towel and asked him if I could use the restroom before bed. He chuckeled and thumbed to a door past the shower, and said “be quick” as I passed. It was a small room with just a toilet. I pulled the panties down to my knees as I sat on the cold seat, very aware that the panties were more fitting for a child than an 18 year old girl, much less an 18 year old boy. I peed and resituated myself before flusing the toliet and exited the room to wash my hands. I could feel my mistake the instant I exited the restroom, and unfortunately Steve was standing right where I had last seen him, his view unobstructed. I could feel my face flush, now feeling like I was going to be sick with embarrasment. “You’re going to have to learn to be more careful, baby.” He said with a serious look on his face, nodding down to my crotch, the panties visible under the hem of the nightgown. I could feel the warmth starting to cool. I rushed to exit the bathroom, and in my haste, did not dry off the chastity cage as I had been doing since last Sunday. The trapped urine had leaked out of the cage as I walked and was now causing a decently sized dark spot on the panties. “I’m so sorry, I forgot.” I said completely mortified. “No, no. It’s okay. Accidents happen sometimes.” He said with a somewhat reassuring voice as he walked toward me, then embraced me in a hug. “You can’t wear those to bed now though.” I flushed again realizing that I had enough of an accident to necessitate a change of clothes, something that probably hasn’t happened since I was 4 years old. “I’m sorry.” I said, feeling nearly tearful with embarrasment. Steve guided me back to the bed and pulled the panties off of me before walking to the bathroom and tossing them in the hamper. “That was such a cute pair, too. Dang.” He said as he reentered the nursary. I noticed that he approached the right closet door this time, the one I hadn’t seen the inside of because I “wasn’t ready”. After a moment, I could see him approaching me with another pair of panties and something else in his hand. “We don’t want anymore accidents, baby. Let’s try and be better about that, okay?” He said in a condecending voice as he pushed me lightly back to the bed. He took the other item out from under the panties and my heart dropped as I realized that Steve was intending on putting in a pullup for the night. I could see purple and white waves of color across the front, a teal band at the waist, and a smiling picture of the Little Mermaid on the crotch. I took a deep breath at seeing the adolescent traning pants in Steve’s hand. “Come on now, it’s not a big deal.” He said in reaction to my gasp. “Steve, no. Really?” I said quickly back. “Yes, really. Don’t sass me.” He interrupted my objections. He lowered them down to my feet and slid them through easily. I knew not to object anymore than I already had. He pulled me to my feet and slid the pullup into place around my hips, and I was mortified that it fit perfectly. “How about that. You fit in them well.” He said with a big smirk on his face. He took the other pair of panties into his hands and worked them over my feet as well. These were pink and white, but were thicker than normal panties. I knew now that not only was I going to be sleeping in goodnites, but they would be covered by terrycloth training panties as well. “See, that’s not so bad.” He said as he pulled the nightgown back down into place. I didn’t say anything as he kissed me on the forehead then pulled me toward the head of the bed. He laid me down, pulled the cover up over me, and playfully tapped his index finger on my nose. “You are so, so cute.” He exclaimed as he rounded the bed and took his place next to me. He pulled me into him as he laid down next to me, nuzzling me tightly against his warm body. I could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart and feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing soothing me. I closed my eyes as he rubbed my back and began to drift off. I had some trouble with the new sensations of Steve’s body and the pullup, but soon fell asleep deep and hard. I don’t remember waking up at all overnight, which is rare for me. I was jolted awake by the sound of glass breaking sending a wave of panic through me since I was accustomed to living alone and any noise was cause for concern. It took a moment to get my bearings on where I was, the deep sleep causing a temporary mental lapse in where I was. I rolled over to see if Steve had heard the same crash, but was relieved to see that he wasn’t in bed meaning he was the likely cause of the noise. I pulled the covers off of me, again startled at my attire for a moment, before rolling out of the tall bed. I walked across the room, down the hall, and intot he kitchen which happened to the the source of the sound. Steve was kneeling in front of the kitchen sink with a dishtowel in hand, mopping up the reminants of a cup of coffee. “You alright?” I asked. Steve jumped a bit at my comment, clearly unaware that I was awake and standing behind him. “Shit, you scared me! Yeah, I’m fine. I set the cup on the counter and knocked it off when I turned around. Sorry I woke you, you seemed to be out when I got up.” He responded, completing the cleanup process before dropping the shattered reminants into the trash can. “Yeah, I slept great! Your bed is so nice.” I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stifeled a yawn. “Do you want some coffee?” He asked as he pulled a new mug from the rack. I grunted in affirmation and walked closer to him, then took a seat at the island. He looked very refreshed, definately more of a morning person than I was. He slid the mug of black coffee in front of me and walked around next to me and lightly pulled my head to his chest in a hug. It felt nice to feel wanted again, I really enjoyed his presence. He went across the kitchen to get a new cup of coffee for himself as I started to sip on mine. “So, big day today. Don’t feel pressured to join in with everyone if you don’t want too, okay?” He said while pouring the steaming hot coffee, the steam gently rising seeming to dance on the sunbeams streaming through the windows. “Okay, yeah. We’ll see, I guess.” I said. I had nearly forgotten that there were people coming over this evening, I had also forgotten to be self-conscious about the clothes I was wearing while casually sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee. I guess I was getting used to being dressed like this. Steve eyed me for a moment, seeming to size me up. I could tell he was focusing much more on my attire than I was, and I could tell that he was waiting for the opportunity to bring it up. If there was one thing I could tell about Steve at this point, it’s that he didn’t have a poker face, and his eyes were always a dead giveaway to his thoughts. “You didn’t have any accidents last night, did you?” He asked, right on cue. I blushed at the recollection of last nights incident. “No, of course not.” I quickly shot back. “You wouldn’t mind if I checked then?” He asked with a grin. Before I could process his question, he had set his mug down and was crossing the room toward me. “Are you serious? I didn’t wet the bed, Steve.” I replied, defensive. “Well, I’m very proud of you if that’s the case, but I’ll be the judge.” He confirmed as he reached me, pulled my left leg apart, and pressed his hand against my crotch. He almost seemed disappointed with the result. “I told you I didn’t need this thing.” I smugly replied. “Now can I take it off? It’s hot and my skin feels clammy.” “No, baby. No sense wasting it.” He said as he pushed the mug away from the edge of the counter, safely out of reach of being accidently knocked over. “Wait... what does that...” I started. Steve easily pulled me up from the chair into a standing position in front of him. He quickly brought his face to my neck and kissed with passion, causing me to moan lightly into his ear. My sex drive instantly kicked back into gear, even with the early hour, and I could feel my erection rise within it’s confines. His hand reached around me and I could feel him pull the nightgown up and begin palming at the terrycloth panties and pullup. “Bedroom. Go.” He said as he pulled away from my neck. Without waiting for me to process his command, he pulled away from me and started to walk out of the kitchen, grabbing my upper arm as he started. I was startled by the forwardness, and became nervous as I had not seen him act so dominant since we’ve met. I walked quickly behind him debating if I should break his grip and object to the momentum, but I didn’t. It was turning me on too much. Steve led me in the middle of the room, between the door and the bed then resumed his intense kissing at my neck and collarbone. I was becoming lightheaded, and I could feel my heart pound in my chest at the nerves and anticipation of whatever was to come. He quickly tugged at the childish nightgown, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the bed behind me. He stood back for a moment and savoured the image in front of him, me standing there in the pink training pants and nothing else. I could feel my cock beating at the plastic, begging for release. Begging for attention. I licked my lips trying to moisten them, now acutely aware that my heavy breathing had dried my mouth. I felt so small standing there, Steve seemed to tower over me. I stood there waiting for what was coming next, nervous at the thought but excited by the moment. My eyes traced over his body as he surveyed mine and I could see the outline below his athletic shorts, now at full attention. I wanted to go grab it, I wanted to start this because I knew that if I could just get over the nerves, I would enjoy it so much more. “Get on your knees.” He said quietly, but with deep authority. I took a deep breath knowing that this was going to be it. This was going to be the moment. I was petrified, but I was ready to do this. Steve had known exactly what he was doing when he put me in chastity, he knew it would lead to this, and he knew that I would be so horny that I wouldn’t be able to decline his advances. I dropped slowly to my knees in front of him, making eye contact the entire time. His smile was spread across his face, but it wasn’t a happy smile, it was the smile of a wolf watching his prey come within striking distance. I waited for him to make the move. Steve slowly walked around me, surveying me in my nearly naked state as I bent to his will. He stopped again with me facing him, only a few feet from me. My eyes shifted from his face to his crotch, then back to his face. “Not yet, little one.” He said quietly. My gaze went back to his face, now confused on what his intentions were. His expression didn’t change at all. “Take the panties off now.” He said as he gestured toward my torso, still standing a few feet away. I dropped my gaze and moved stood on my knees to allow me to move the garments down, then hooked my thumbs into them and slowly began to pull them down. “No, no baby. Only the panties. Leave the pullup on.” He replied to my motion. I followed his instructions and soon was adorned only in the girls Goodnite, Ariel staring up at me with a broad smile on her face. I sat back on my feet and looked back up at Steve. His smile had broadened and he was now rubbing his cock lightly through his shorts. “Put your hands behind your back until I tell you otherwise.” He instructed, nodding his approval as i interlaced my fingers at my lower back. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest as Steve thumbed at the band of his shorts and pulled them quickly down. I maintained eye contact with him, but could see his cock jump out in my field of vision. His hand went back to stroking himself as he took a tiny step closer. I tried as hard as I could to produce saliva in anticipation of what was coming, but my mouth was painfully dry. I tried as hard as I could to steady my breathing, in through my nose, out through my mouth. I broke my gaze from Steve’s face and looked down at his naked groin. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach erupt at seeing another man’s exposed, erect penis in person. He was big, but not freakishly so. He was proportional to his large frame though, and it made me feel even worse about the size of my cock. I was dwarfed in comparison, and it now seemed fitting that mine was contained in a cage. His circumcised dick was only a few feet away from my face. I could see his testicles hanging low and proud beneith his shaft, pointing directly at me but with a slight curve up. The head of his penis was a bit larger than the shaft and already glistened with precum. I could see the faint throbbing causing a slight up and down gyration. His pubic hair was trimmed pretty close all around and in that moment, I was thankful that Steve was not an abundantly hairy guy either. I could feel my anticipation building as I waited for the moment that Steve would step forward again, ending my oral virginity for good. My eyes flicked from his penis to his face multiple times as I waited for him to move. I could feel myself slightly lean forward without thought, seeking out the contact that at this point I was craving. “Oh, you’re an eager baby, aren’t you.” He said as he noticed my movement. I didn’t reply with words, but could feel a whimper escape my throat. I was nearly mortified that my body seemed to be in heat for his cock, a desperately needed drink of water after roaming the desert. This garnered an approving grunt from Steve. “Not yet, baby.” He quietly said as he began to stroke himself quicker while maintaining himself out of reach. I could do nothing but watch him and was envious that his dick was able to grow hard, that he was able to touch it and enjoy it. I could feel mine, pathetic in it’s cage, doing what it could to harden. In a sense, I was glad it couldn’t because seeing mine erect next to his would bruise my ego beyond repair. “Do you like it, baby? Do you like daddy’s dick?” He asked in a moan as he towered over me. “Mmh” was all I could push out. I could feel myself becoming nearly tearful in frustration. I was frustrated that I couldn’t have my own sexual outlet, nor was I an active participant in his. I felt that if I could help him I would get my own relief, either from the act of helping him or from him allowing the cage to be removed. He stroked rapidly as he looked down on me, still sitting on my feet, completely subservient to him in a pullup, a drastic difference from the boy that he first met last week. I maintained eye contact with him as I did my best to give him puppy dog eyes, hoping beyond hope that I could lure him closer to me, hoping that I could end the anticipation once and for all. “Pull your diaper open for me, baby.” He said, his breathing becoming more rapid as his hand continued to pleasure his dick. I followed his instructions, bringing my hands from behind my back to the waistband of the pullup and pulled it lightly open. “Such a cute little cock cage.” He groaned, his tempo steady. “What are you wearing right now, baby? What are you wearing for daddy?” “Umm... a goodnite?” I replied meekly. “No, baby. Tell me what you’re wearing right now and who’s it is.” He replied back nearly lost in extacy. “Uh... I’m wearing a diaper?” I timidly replied, unsure if that was what he was looking for. “Yes you are, baby. Who’s is it? Who’s diaper are you wearing?” He asked as he seemed to be nearly at his orgasm. “It’s my diaper. I’m wearing my diaper... daddy.” I replied, now fully aware that my humiliation was going to be the catalyst to his orgasm. “Yes it is, sweetie.” He said. Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of me and shuffled close. His chest was now at my face, his cock only a few inches from my lower belly. He continued to stroke with vigor, his hand occasionally making contact with my belly. “Pull your diaper open more, baby. Get it ready for daddy!” He exclaimed, now reaching the crecendo. I again followed his instructions and pulled the elastic band a few inches from my body, amazed at the stretching capabilities of disposable pullups. Steve moved the head of his cock into the waistband of the Goodnite, no doubt giving Ariel an interesting view from below, and pushed a gutteral groan out seeming to envelop the room. I was confused and amazed as I felt the first jet of warm cum his at the base of the chastity cage, quickly followed by another. I could feel the heat spread around the base of my penis as he pushed more cum onto me. It was now beginning to drip into the cage and down around my testicles. It continued to spread down now making my groin wet and sticky. The amount of cum erupting from him had reduced to a few dips as he rode to the end of his orgasm. He then milked the length of his dick and pushed out the residual cum, then rubbed the head of his dick against my skin just above the chastity cage. “Such a good job, princess. Such a good job.” He said breathlessly. He backed away by sinking down onto his feet, now in a position mirroring my own. I could see his cock, still throbbing, now reddened from the friction of the self-induced orgasm. “You can let it go.” He said as he nodded to my groin. I removed my thumbs from the waistband causing the elastic to quickly snap back to it’s original position. I could feel his cum, now cooling and becoming less viscous, drip down my testicles and make it’s way down to the lowest point of the pullup to settle against my butt. I sat there wondering what to do next. He was in his post-orgasmic bliss not worried about a thing and I was still sitting kneeling down with a pullup filled with cum that wasn’t even my own. I looked at him as he rubbed his eyes, clearly satisfied with his orgasm, disappointed that I wasn’t an active participant in the event. I shifted off of my feet to sit down on the ground, hoping to get some sensation back in my legs, now tingling with pins and needles from my bodyweight. I could feel some of the cum smoosh against me as I sat on it creating a very odd sensation. Steve finally begin to stand up, his erection subsiding quickly but still sporting a cock that outsized mine in it’s largest state. He reached his hand out to me to help me up, I accepted and was quickly pulled up into a hug against his chest. I could hear his heartrate beginning to slow, and I could feel his cock press against my naked belly. “Thank you.” He said. “You’re welcome, but I didn’t do much, I guess.” I replied. “You did more than you know. You did fantastic.” He said back, then lightly kissed my forehead. I pulled away from his hug and could feel the dampness on my belly from the left over cum, but it paled in comparison with the freshly deposited load now moving around the pullup. “I guess we can start the day now, huh?” He asked as he pulled past me toward the bathroom. “But first let’s do something else...” I followed him into the bathroom, no doubt quite the visual if there were any onlookers being clad in only a princess pullup. He gestured me toward the large, jetted tub. “Go stand in there.” He said without explination. By now, I knew better than to seek clarification prior to doing something. I knew him enough to know that he had a reason and was now going down the track of whatever activity he had in store next. I followed his instruction and climbed into the tub, then turned to look at him with confusion on what I was to be doing. “You haven’t used the potty this morning, and I said we don’t waste pullups, so go.” He said with a large smirk on his face. It took just a second for my mind to click on his instructions. I could feel my heart drop and tears begin to well in my eyes. “I can’t pee myself, Steve. Not like this. Not on purpose. I don’t actually need this thing, please don’t make me do this.” I began to plead with him, frightened by the implication of wetting the pullup. He smiled at me, showing no emotion to my pleas for a pass on this. “Baby, I’ll give you an alternate choice, but I can promise you you’d rather do it yourself.” He said, nearly laughing. That took even longer to click in my mind, nearly turning my stomach at the thought of having Steve urinate in the pullup that I was still wearing. Having his cum in it was one thing, it was a pretty small amount. Having him empty his bladder was another thing entirily. “Come on, you can do this.” He said with encouragement. I closed my eyes and tried to drift off. I tried to imagine standing in front of the toilet and doing my normal business, but I was aware that I wasn’t. I hadn’t used the bathroom this morning, and felt pressure in my bladder asking to be relieved, but it wouldn’t come out even as I tried. “Here...” I heard Steve say from seemingly far away, then heard the sound of water running in the sink. “Can you... can you at least look away, please?” I asked, thinking that maybe the pressure of his eyes was causing the shyness, but knowing that it was because I was being asked to pee myself for the first time in at least a decade. “Take your time, I’ll be right here.” He replied as he laughed and moved toward the door. I almost immideately regreted it, I could now see myself on full display in the bathroom mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. My hair was messy, I looked even thinner than normal, and the little girl pullup stood in stark contrast to my skin. I was embarrased by how well it fit me, it confused me a bit that they would be made for people my size, but I conceded to myself that I was smaller than average and kids were getting larger now and wetting the bed at an extended age. After what seemed like forever, I finally felt a stream of urine exit my body. It was slow at first, seeming to be shy about it’s new surroundings, but quickly increased to normal. I could feel the pullup swell with warm liquid, and the odd sensation of having urine move around my body. It tickled in spots, but quickly absorbed into the material encapsulated under the cotton-like liner. I was surprised that as I finished peeing there was nothing dripping down either of my legs. The pullup had now done it’s job, and if I was a small girl, I would be waking up in a dry bed. Steve entered a moment later, no doubt peeking the entire time. His eyes locked on the now swollen front, Ariel now a bit puffier than normal, and smiled. “Good job, baby. Let’s go have some breakfast.” He said as he approached me. “Can I change...” I started before he reponded with a quick shake of his head then pointed to the floor in front of him. I carefully climbed out of the tub and walked to him. It was an odd sensation having the pullup now full, it swayed as I walked and made it difficult to move with my legs together. As we walked back into the bedroom, Steve grabbed for the nightgown and helped me put it over my head, then took the terrycloth traning panties and slid them up my legs. “That may leak when you sit down, so better safe than sorry.” He said as he adjusted the leg bands to make certain every bit of the pullup was contained. With that, I followed him into the kitchen and slowly sat down on the tall chair at the island while he prepared scrambled eggs and toast. I sipped on my coffee, happy to find it still warm. Steve didn’t say too much to me while he cooked, nor did I say much to him. I sat in silence and reflected on the events that had just taken place and tried to process my emotions. I guess in a sense I was relieved that I didn’t have to ‘do’ anything, but I was also disappointed that had I been able too, I would have been able move beyond the nerves. Steve sat across from me as we ate breakfast in silence. I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. I had a feeling he wanted to do the same. I could feel the once warm liquid in the pullup begin to cool appreciably, and looked forward to it’s removal. I felt odd enough being in it dry, but being in it with the knowledge that it was filled with my urine and Steve’s cum, it took it to another level. When we finished breakfast, I stood to collect the plates and deposited them in the sink. Steve stood and walked behind me and hugged around my neck. I half expected his hands to again drop down to my groin, but he broke the hug off after a moment and turned me around. “I think you’ve earned a nice bath.” He said with a genuine smile. I nodded in agreeance knowing that I’d finally be able to get out of this thing, then followed as he walked back toward the bedroom. Once in, I stood next to the tub as he stripped the nightgown and terrycloth panties off. Then with ease, he extended his hands and grasped at the waistband of the pullup, then ripped. I could feel the woven fabric rip easily away leaving my clammy skin completely exposed to the air. I looked down and noticed that there was still quite a bit of cum caked in the chastity cage. He balled the pullup up and tossed it in the trashcan. He started the water, then collected soap and shampoo from a drawer and sat them on the side of the tub before assisting me into the tub. As the tub started filling, me still standing in the center of it, he grabbed the chastity device and wedged a pair of nail clippers between the cage and the plastic lock, then twisted. I heard a high-pitched snap as the lock finally met it’s breaking point, then felt the cool air on my cock as Steve pulled the chastity device off of me. I could already feel myself getting hard, thrilled with the sensation of actually being able to get an erection, but my hopes were quickly dashed. “I ordered one last weekend that’ll fit a bit better. It’s more your size.” He said with a smile as he took my hand and lightly pulled me down to sit in the warm, soapy water. I had only been awake for an hour and already felt like the weekend had been an emotional rollercoaster, then faintly smiled at the thought that I still had three more full days to experience.