DainaGirl

Been a fan of a lot of your stories for a bit, so, while I can't promise I'll be a long term supporter, I'll do my part (and get to read more of the good stuff!)!

Thanks!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'm glad to see winning helped with it's visibility too. Oh, and I jumped the rails of the movie pretty quick, so you weren't missing much. Group of strangers brought to an island for a meal with an eccentric head chef who decides to kill everyone, basically. Took pieces of that and remixed it, then painted over the whole thing. I'm glad you enjoyed it! I had fun writing in some twists and turns as well as just going hard in nearly every scene to go just that little bit farther!

As always, Kasarberang was true to their word and awarded the prize money in a timely manner. Thank you again for running the competition, and thank you to everyone who competed for making it so fun. Y'all are the best 💖💖💖

Thank you!!! I had a blast writing The Kids Menu, and really tried my hardest to lean into the theme, and I think the whole story ended up better for it. I'll be replying again to confirm receipt of the prize.

I'm so glad to hear you're back home after all that! Hopefully the worst is behind you, and our silly stories can help in your recovery, even if just a bit. Please please please take whatever time you need!!

@kasarberang We hope you're doing well out there! As we've passed the likely upper limit on the judging on this, I'm gonna assume life came at ya fast and situations have changed. Hopefully for the better, and if not, hopefully they turn around soon. Best of luck!

Closing in on judgement day! Hope you've recovered well and are enjoying the chance to read through the submissions!

Hey! Happy to see you take your first crack at writing here! One thing I would recommend right off the top is to check this guide out for handling quotations and speaking, because right now it's hard to differentiate in what you wrote: Glad to see you jumping in the pool though, nicely done!

Interesting... I'm still pretty burnt out from burning through the last NON-CONtest, but I might try my hand at a one-shot for this. Might be beneficial to be able to manage scope creep...

Hey, just saw this, and I've had a similar thought. Got a Stable Diffusion AI that's acting pretty good for these purposes, and didn't know if using some art from it for stories would be cool or kinda cringe AI Art as a whole is a kinda contentious topic. I'm using it for personal experimentation and sharing with close friends, but a semi-published work seems a bit like I'm at the line of where I'm comfortable using it... Hopefully others have helpful thoughts

That's interesting! Everyone loves it when a Brat finally gives in and accepts Mommy's love. See, for me I was thinking Jack, just because he's such a soft daddy most of the time, I could see him slipping a bit more little than he anticipated. Who knows if a baby face lies beneath all that beard! But, the best part is that it's anyone's guess right now, I haven't even tried to figure it out for sure myself!

Yes, all in good time... Okay, so two things! First... If the three we know so far, who do you think would be the most likely to give in to being little willingly? I have a guess, but want to see what you think. And second: I kinda love that I never named or described the other three (other than some math saying its one man and two women), so I get the freedom to write some additional characters that we didn't get to highlight before. My thoughts exactly. We know they've got at least a week under the full effects, and I'm sure Miss Magot isn't gonna stop at just one breastfeeding session... Also, one detail I want to share because I love it, the title of the final chapter, "Little À La Mère" is what Sarah called the dish. It is clearly a play on Pie À La Mode, which describes a pie with ice cream on top, but is often misused to refer to any dish with ice cream. A La Mode actually just means "in the current fashion", but, assuming it meant "with ice cream" Sarah replaced Mode with Mere, French for Mother, in attempt to call it "Little with Mother", but clearly misunderstanding everything about the situation. Miss Margot then corrects this error by creating a new fashion of little.

Thankies!! I think extra is a wonderful way to describe it, lol. My horror-loving brain is already cooking up sequel prospects! Ooooh yeah, Sarah went full mask off in the back half, and deserved everything Miss Margot gave her! Always a good idea to make the audience cheer for the horror monster 'killing' a character. I know we didn't spend much time with Miss Margot in this, but she's definitely some kind of horror villain, lol. Hehehehe, I'm glad the twist worked! I tried to make Tyler seem like he was the only one in danger, when Sarah was the one who needed to watch her back! God I wanna do a sequel so bad... Maybe give the former bigs all a chance at redemption, if they can show they've truly changed and respect Miss Margot now..... All in good time, I suppose...

There is! Well, just a single chapter more... for now. But good news, it's here! Dessert – Little À La Mère Around the room, similar scenes played out, albeit more consensually. Littles awoke to their adult mentalities, and got to relive the highlights of their weekend, falling back down to infants in record time. All things told, for those willing participants, it was a wonderful evening so far. However, as Sarah and Miss Margot exchanged looks from across the room, that all began to change. “What a brilliant play on the various themes thus far, dear,” Miss Margot spoke, commanding the room. “Why, it must have taken years of hard work to develop such a unique and cohesive plan for our evening.” Sarah scowled. Her plan had been a roaring success, but Miss Margot mocked her. The littles were regressed, helpless little babies, wasn’t that the whole point? “Oh, this was nothing. I learned it all from watching a mistress at work, please, think nothing of it,” she retorted, still wary of whatever the woman had planned. Miss Margot looked unphased, perhaps even pleased, by her response. “Then by all means, you spoke of dessert, let us see.” She stood still at the head of the table, while her hosts began preparing for what Sarah had planned. The littles were loosed from the high chairs, either ending up crawling on the floor, or huddled on their caregiver’s hip. Tyler meanwhile had some quality tummy time. The chairs were removed, vanishing back into the dim hallways. Mary had crawled over to see her little sister, lying on top of her and giving Tyler shoulder kisses. Miss Clara followed, fidgeting with her chest. “You could have told me, at least. I didn’t even bring any of my maternity bras.” The two women shared a laugh. Sarah knew Clara would come around, breastfeeding was one of her favorite things to do, but life had grown too hectic as of late to afford her opportunities to nurse Mary. When the hosts returned, they brought with them four, oversized rocking chairs. They each had one main, deep seat, and two side seats that leaned in towards the center. The four women caregivers each removed their tops and took one of the center seats. Each of their breasts looked full, swollen with milk, and little white beads could be seen like frost on the nipples. The men assisted the hosts in laying the littles at the women’s sides. Jack, sheepishly, brought Finn over to Sarah. She smiled up at the burly man, and down at his enby little. Sarah consoled them, and Finn looked up at her shyly, “I… uhm, know y-you like m-my Daddy, an, uhm, I was w-wondering if…” they trailed off, but Sarah just kissed them on the forehead and towards her nipple. “Of course baby, I would never tear you two apart,” she looked up at Jack with a giggle. “I think someone heard us, and felt left out.” Jack turned around to hide his blushing, and helped Mary over to her mommy, before returning for Tyler. “Up you go, little one,” he said, carrying him bridal style over to Sarah, and settling him on her other breast. Sarah lifted both littles to her breasts, and they latched on instinctively. She leaned back, enjoying the blissful moment as the two synchronized their rhythm, sucking gently at her breasts. Jack knelt nearby, rubbing the little’s backs, and occasionally giving Finn kisses on their cheek. Sarah loved the feeling, but what she loved more was how it was Heartfruit that had induced the lactation, and thus it carried with it the fruit’s special properties. The milk would not only intensify all the normal regressive effects, but would extend them indefinitely, as long as the little continued to nurse at least once a week. She had convinced Miss Margot to provide her a perpetual supply of Heartfruit to this end. An easy victory, over someone who had been so reliant upon her patronage for so very long. Nothing left to do but lean back and enjoy it. They all rocked slowly, as did the others around the room, enjoying the warm bonding moment to cap off their weekend. All, except Miss Margot, and her staff, who had gone unnoticed during this whole event. They waited patiently, letting the littles drink their fill while their caregivers grew complacent like they always did. It didn’t take long, really. She was a little disappointed in them, but that’s why they were in this mess in the first place. Miss Margot surveyed the room, watching her staff get in place behind each of the caregivers, and at a silent signal, they all struck. Their heads snapped back, jaws held open, as a pink mash was poured out of a jar into their mouths. It happened in an instant as the Heartfruit puree slid down their throats, and then the staff backed away and watched. “It seemed a divine happenstance,” spoke Miss Margot to the rapidly regressing caregivers, “that the most potent form of the Heartfruit be something as pure as mushed up baby food. For, there is both no palate more pure, or more unrefined than that of an infant.” She watched as they struggled to maintain their composure, but wet trousers and drooling faces were proof enough of their utter inability to do so. Jack tried to charge Miss Margot, but tumbled to his knees before he got halfway, the impact shaking loose most of his facial hair. “If you had shown such interest in my works earlier, maybe we wouldn’t have this problem,” she said, lifting Jack’s face with two fingers, tisking as she did and leaving him curled up in the fetal position on the floor. “I wove you miracles from nothing, but you all grew so ungrateful, so complacent, that my life’s work became little more than a weekend fuck-fest!” She threw Mr. Sparkles on the floor and stomped it, before stepping back and neatly folding her hands once more. “But we were always going to wind up here, weren’t we? Because true art is always wasted on the young and impudent,” she stared at Sarah, slowly striding towards her, while removing her apron. “Even the brightest of you only saw your own reflection in all that I offered.” The hostess that tended to Tyler earlier in the day unzipped Miss Margot’s dress, letting her breasts hang free. “Tell me, usurper, what do you see now?” The last vestige of Sarah’s independence flickered inside her, fighting to stay alive. She wanted to fight back, to swear revenge, to hate Miss Margot, but all she felt was longing, and love, and desire. Her mouth opened slowly, but no words came out, as she leaned into the offered breast, and drank deeply of what was offered. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re eating from the Kids Menu from now on.”

(Never let me get behind on writing again. One... more... chapter...) Eighth Course - Dino Nuggies Tyler sat still on the bed, his pink painted fingers playing with the hem of his pale yellow dress as Sarah paced furiously. He loved how soft it was, and how it had layers of even softer material beneath, causing it to poof out. It still smelled a little of Mary and Miss Clara, and even though it barely reached his hip, leaving his diaper exposed, their memory made it feel safe. He picked at the pink bows and white embroidered flowers that went in alternating lines up the body of the dress, ending in a solid yellow band around his chest with a big pink heart in the center. Two, inch-wide straps went over his otherwise bare shoulders, lined with pink bows that flowed effortlessly into the bows in his braids. Sure, he had planned to pluck them out, but the thought of doing so now seemed mean to Mary, who spent so much time braiding his pretty hair, and gave him such a nice big bow on the top to finish it off. He smiled and waved at his reflection in the mirror, the growing layer of baby fat forming a perfect canvas for Mary’s makeover. Big, bold lashes outlined his pretty blue eyes. Rosy cheeks imbued him with boundless innocence, and paired perfectly with his glossy, sparkly pink lips. He even caught sight of cute pink clip-on earrings that Mary must have snuck on him! “You know I was worried sick!” Sarah lied, trying to disarm him, but he was lost in his reflection, and aglow with the fond memories of an affectionate afternoon. The reality is she was relieved when she came in that afternoon to find his crib empty. Sure, she had plans for him, but they didn’t actually require him. She even found the time to meet up with Jack and work off some of their pent up tension, all while Finn played in the bath. But for now, she needed to use Tyler, but her normal means weren’t getting through. “Look at me, young man,” she said, blocking off his line of sight to the mirror. Tyler looked up at her more out of necessity than intention. She had changed too, he noticed, even if it didn’t make her much cuter. He stared at her breasts, certain they had grown since their arrival, but she quickly covered them with a crossed arms, looking more serious. “Up here.” Tyler looked her in the eye, but let his bored legs hang and kick off the edge of the bed as he did. He didn’t know why she was so mad, but whatever it was it didn’t interest him. He missed his bear, and his sister and her mommy, missed the sun on the beach, and missed being held. He also missed every word Sarah just said, oops. “You know what, fine. If you want to stay in your room all night, then so be it. Miss Margot said they were making something extra yummy for dinner tonight, but I guess you don’t want any.” “Waiiit,” Tyler whined, he wanted something extra yummy! Sarah sighed; Claire had actually pushed him into being a little, hadn’t she? More flies with honey, she thought. “That’s right sweetie, if you don’t promise to be a good little for mommy right now, then you’ll have to miss out on alllll the yummies!” She nearly puked at how she sounded, but he would get what was coming to him soon enough, she just had to sell this. “Yes Miss Sarah, I promise to be good!” he said, his braids bouncing as he jumped up and down. Sarah rolled her eyes, “That’s a good baby! Now, good babies do as they’re told, right?” Tyler nodded emphatically, hanging on her every word, looking for what he needed to do for his reward. She took him by the hand and led him past his crib and towards the wall, stopping to swipe a silver card in front of it. The wall slid open, revealing the corridor behind, a single, white chair with some kind of table attached to it. It had a pair of wheels at the back, and some thick, pink, velcro pieces hanging off the side. Tyler approached it carefully, occasionally glancing up to Sarah, who eventually patted him on his diapered butt to get moving. “Be a good baby,” she said making it clear what she expected him to do. He ran over to her and gave her a long, warm hug. Sarah had to fight every urge to just push him into the chair, but he needed to seem willing, so she endured the hug. “Okay baby, I love you too,” she said before breaking the hug. “Now go be good.” He wanted to be good, and so he climbed up into the chair and squished his butt down on it, wiggling to make sure he was all the way in, before flashing Sarah a toothy smile. She came over and pulled down the tray, returning his smile, albeit for very different reasons. She took each of his hands and elbows, and bound them in the pink velcro, before doing the same to his knees and feet. Tyler was good, but the question of why hung on his lips. When Sarah returned to tie the last strap around his chest, she saw his concern, “I saw what happened with the crib earlier, little one. I just want to make sure you don’t fall out.” It seemed reasonable, he had fallen pretty hard earlier, even if his soft padding had saved him. She was probably right, and anyway he was being good, so he just nodded like he understood. Sarah walked behind him, and with a bit of leverage, began to roll him down the dim corridor. “Now, it’s very important to mommy that you be good tonight, and that means be excited and happy whenever someone asks you a question, okay?” She watched the giant bow move forward and back and he nodded. “Good baby,” she reinforced, smiling to herself. The main hall was lively, the majority of the guests were gathered around the table, trading stories from the day’s adventures. There were now twice as many chairs on the little’s side of the table, as each insisted on bringing their stuffies. Finn made a loud noise, imitating the sound of the boat horn he got to blow earlier in the day, and everyone seemed in genuinely good spirits. Even Mary and Miss Clara seemed to have recovered from Sarah’s disruption, although they kept catching the other staring at the only empty chairs, those belonging to Tyler and Sarah. Miss Margot hung back with the kitchen staff, a wariness hanging over them all as they continued preparations for the evening. Sarah had made her intent to cause trouble this evening well known, and even sought her blessing. She fumed at the indignity of it, but focused on her final preparations, cooling her flaming distaste with cold, calculated justice. The hallway door slid open quietly, the quiet rumble of the plastic wheels lost in the busy hall. A few of the littles saw them enter, but paid it no mind, too engrossed in the day’s adventures. When Sarah stopped, just shy of the main table, she slammed the front legs down, jostling Tyler slightly, and grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hi hiiis!” Tyler exclaimed, waving his painted fingers, drawing everyone’s attention to his bound hands. “I thought we could change things up a bit, Miss Margot,” she said to the kitchen with a sarcastic curtsey. Tyler nodded along, trying to show off how happy he was, even though he had lost the plot a while back. “Do any of you other littles want to eat like my Ty-Ty here?” she grinned wickedly, the syrupy sweet words no longer sickening, but rather intoxicating. The response was unanimous and loud, each of the littles wanting to try the next big thing that Tyler did. Jack and Miss Clara looked suspiciously at Sarah, who gave them both a ‘trust me’ wink. Miss Margot gave a nod, and the hosts filed into the hall, and returned with more high chairs, their caregivers helping them in and carefully tying them down. Once they were all secure, Sarah pulled a dropper from her purse, and had Tyler hold out his tongue. A single drop of blue liquid landed on his tongue, and he went quiet. Sarah walked around to each other little and did the same. Jack stood between her and Finn, but instead of fighting she just planted a kiss on his lips, and moved past the stunned man. Finn recoiled at her, but the straps made it easy enough to force the drop down anyway. Miss Clara had planned to do the same, but the display with Jack gave her second thoughts, and she settled for just sharing a concerned glance with Mary. Once her work was done, Sarah rejoined Tyler, playing with one of his braids, and looking up to Miss Margot. “Please, don’t wait on my account. I’m sure everyone’s been dying to try your latest recipe.” She didn’t even hide the laughter in her voice, she had called Margot’s bluff, and the mistress of the island revealed she had nothing to come back with. Sarah watched as the kitchen staff avoided eye contact with her, the one carrying Tyler’s food merely placing it and backing away, staring at the floor. The plate was simple, elegantly so. Three chicken tenders, shaped like a Brontosaur, a Stegosaurus, and a T-Rex, and seven different sauces of different colors and shapes. They were, in order: A light, fruity sauce with a slight alcohol smell. A thick brown sauce with a heady aroma. A red sauce with little chunks of Heartfruit. A dark, berry jam, with bits of bacon. A floral, light sauce. A thick, pink, syrupy sauce. A pink, cream based sauce. The stage was set, now all she had to do was watch them each play their part. The smell of the food brought Tyler back to the present, where a horror show awaited him. Soft, hairless arms were strapped helplessly before him, and when he tried to move his own, the alien ones before him strained weakly against the restraints. He felt the weight of the polish on his nails, tasted the cherry gloss on his lips, felt the braids brush against his bare shoulders. All of it was his, yet none of it was right. He wriggled against the chest strap, making no progress other than to bring his attention to his infantile yellow dress, and the soft layers of material beneath it. And then he came to the worst realization, carefully shifting his ass, and feeling the warm, soggy diaper press into him. “What the fuck!” he yelled. It was softer than he intended, but had the intended effect of drawing several heads not already trying to work out the same problem. “Shush baby,” the woman next to him said, rubbing his arm. She was familiar… Sarah? That didn’t make any sense, they had just started texting, something about her needing a date for a weekend shindig because her previous fell through? That can’t be right, why is she here? None of it made any goddamn sense. “It’s time for din-din,” she continued speaking calmly, but he saw her nipples protruding through her dress, she was clearly getting off on this. “The game is simple, you have three nuggies, and seven sauces. You just have to pick three to eat, and eat them. Once you’re done, I’ll let you out of the high chair. Deal?” He looked around the room, and saw everyone else being given the same instructions. It couldn’t be that simple, nor did it begin to explain the absurd predicament he found himself in. “Oh, maybe these will help,” Sarah said, placing photos in front of each of the sauces: Him being scolded by a woman, trying to hide a boner. Sarah looking disappointed at his flaccid dick. Him with sauce all down his face and suit. Him… humping a teddy bear?! Him putting on velcro shoes. Him locked in a stroller. Him snuggled up with two women, his diaper on full display. “Choose quick, or I’ll choose for you, and you don’t want that, baby,” she savored the words, running her finger across his diaper. Tyler surveyed his options, there was one that seemed at least less terrible than the rest, at least. “Gimme the shoe one,” he said, pointing with a finger as best he could, before remembering the polish, and curling his hands up into little balls. “Fair choice,” Sarah snickered, walking the Brontosaur towards the light, floral sauce, and giving it a good dunk. She poorly imitated some low, dinosaur-like noises, and Tyler rolled his eyes as he left his mouth open for her to pop it in. What’s the worst that could happen here, he gets made to wear dumb shoes? He laughed within himself as he took the first bite of the surprisingly flavorful nugget, chewing it then taking a second and third bite in quick succession, swallowing it all down. “Got a next pick lined up?” she asked, taking a napkin to wipe up some of the excess sauce from his face. He kinda liked the attention, and the help with the food. It felt kinda good not to have to do all those things himself, and he wondered if Sarah maybe wanted to help him with more things more often. “Uhms…” he pondered aloud. He couldn’t have made a worse first pick, Sarah thought. The powdered Heartfruit that went into that sauce attacked his vocal and reasoning skills the hardest, not like he could have known that. “I… uhm… That one!” he pointed towards the middle with his right hand, or at least he thought so. It was hard to tell from this angle. “Okey dokey, baby!” she said, dipping the Stegosaurus in the pink creamy sauce. “Hey, I din’t want dat!” he complained, “I wanned da next one!” Sarah snickered as she feigned apologetic noises and double dipped the nugget in the thick, pink syrup. “Is that better baby?” she asked, knowing he would nod stupidly back, which he did. He gobbled the doubly sauced nugget up with predictable enthusiasm, while she watched with delight. Tyler’s eyes grew distant, unfocused, as he started squirming, craving attention and affection, but unable to get it. He whined softly, needily. “Soon, baby, soon,” she comforted, holding his head in her arms so that he could hear her heart beat through her swollen breast. He calmed some from that, but became agitated if she pulled away. “You gotta pick the last one, princess,” she taunted, playing with his hair. Something about her words caused a pleasurable stirring in him, but there was a layer of soft fuzz between each of his thoughts, so his sudden affection for being her princess went unidentified. “Come on now, just one more…” she gave him time, but knew it wouldn’t help. He was lost in the sauce, exactly as she planned. “Do you just want mommy to choose?” she asked, watching him feebly nod his head yes. “Good baby,” she congratulated him as she took the T-Rex and showed it to him. “This is a T-Rex, can you say that, Tee R-E-X. He was the king of alllll the dinosaurs, and so you know which sauce he would want?” Sarah relished this moment, the true height of victory over this poor thing before her. “That’s right Ty-Ty, All Of Them!” She laughed and laughed as she dunked the T-Rex in each of the remaining sauces, then shoved the whole thing in his slack jawed mouth, helping him chew it all down and swallow. Tyler’s mind vanished, torn beneath the waves in an unstoppable torrent of the regressive Heartfruit. All that was left was to seal the deal. Sarah massaged her swollen breasts, then lifted Tyler’s lolling head to face her. “Hope you saved room for desert, sweetheart.”

I was so proud of myself that I was on a trajectory to write a whole story without having to fall back on sissy content. But you know how proud littles are: eventually we're gonna break and go for what they really want! Seventh Course - Sweets When Mary popped the pacifier out from between his lips to finish her masterpiece, he found the dampened world return to full scale rather quickly. His vision widened, revealing more of the beach, although dark lines haunted the vertical edges of his sight. His unmuffled hearing brought back the waves and wildlife, as well as the constant giggles of the little next to him. His smell could have stayed well and fully gone, as the light cherry of his freshly applied lip gloss did little to distract him from the disaster taped to his rear. Mary seemed somehow unaffected, but he knew he needed help desperately. Tyler grabbed her arm suddenly, ignoring his sparkling pink nails, and formed the most horrible, necessary words. “I need a… change.” Even knowing the direness of his situation, the sound of them coming from his pretty lips hurt his patchwork pride. With unexpected compassion, she smiled and nodded, before patting him on the head and running off to her mommy. He reached his manicured hand up to touch where she had patted, investigating a strange sensation that went with it, and felt two large loops of silken fabric. His glossy lips pursed with concern as he worked out the enormous size of the bow atop his head. His fingers had just begun to investigate his tight braids when Miss Clara knelt down beside him, laughing. "I’m pretty sure Sarah prefers boys, Mary,” she chuckled again as she lifted his face towards hers, “but little Taylor here looks so cute, she might just make an exception.” His heart sank and blood cooled at the treatment as he looked away and fluttered his eyes the very image of a bashful sissy. Were his cheeks not already painted brightly blushing, he would have pulled off the look entirely naturally. “Looks like you’re getting a frowny face on your potty chart today, Tay,” Miss Clara teased, already fully adopting the feminized diminutive of his name. “If you had asked for a change earlier, like a good girl, then you wouldn’t have leaked.” Tyler shot her a fearful look, then peered down, his twin, sandy blonde braids dangling before him, light pink bows woven in every few inches. But those could be yanked out later, the twin dark patches on each his legs were a harder problem to solve. He looked up to Miss Clara for help. Leaning in and kissing his forehead, she placed a hand on his back and lowered him down, and began unclipping his shortalls. He shut his eyes, the mascara sticking together slightly, and let her do her work. He felt the wet shortalls being pulled down his legs, then his wet t-shirt lifted over his head, carefully, as to not smudge his makeup. Finally, he felt the balloon around his waist loosen with a few loud rips, but the relief was quickly ripped away by the stench. “Stinky baby!” Mary said, standing over him and pointing. She was right. She was too dumb to realize her dress had been blown up by the wind, revealing her own diaper, but she was right. Tyler had resorted to taking only the smallest sips of air through his mouth, but it wasn’t helping much. Miss Clara, however, was well accustomed to messes, and even though her practiced hand could have had him clean in moments, she drew it out, enjoying an unexpected sadistic streak. Maybe Sarah had been rubbing off on her a bit. She slowly wiped his smooth groin, the cold wipe exploring every groove of his genitals, lifting his flaccid member, and giving gentle care to his balls. Sarah really had done it with this one, he didn’t even twitch at her attention. Growing bored, she had him lift his behind and scrubbed it clean. Tyler shivered and cringed at the chill between his cheeks, his toes curling and nearly losing his balance, but Miss Clara caught him, let him settle, then continued. Soon enough, he heard her rolling the mess up, and sealing it away in a trash bag. He relaxed, taking a gentle whiff of the now clean air. “Not so fast, little miss,” Miss Clara scolded him into putting his butt back up. “You were sitting in that mess for quite some time, so this should help with any rashes.” She rubbed a thick cream into his cheeks and between them, then made her way forward until his whole groin was well slathered. After sliding a fresh diaper beneath him, he was allowed to lower himself onto the clean, soft diaper. He felt almost thankful for how nice it felt, but shook the feeling when he realized what it would mean. Instead he lay calmly as Miss Clara finished up the diaper change, giving him a nice diaper pat after the last tape was secure. “T-thank you,” he muttered, his body relaxing, enjoying the late afternoon sun warm his body. “You’re very welcome, sweetheart, but,” she paused, blowing a big raspberry on his tummy, “somebody’s still nakie!” Tyler swatted at her, trying to protect himself from another attack, but his hands did little to deter her. “Nakie baby!” she yelled, blowing another raspberry on him, earning a giggle in response. “Fine fine!” he cried, finally covering himself. “I… think I have some back in my room…” He felt exceedingly vulnerable all of a sudden, and found himself leaning into Miss Clara. “Shhhh, its okay baby,” she comforted, softly scratching his back, “Little Miss Mary has been practicing her sharing, isn’t that right? Princess, can you go get one of your spares from the stroller? The yellow one?” Mary nodded and ran off, leaving Tyler to be comforted in Miss Clara’s arms. The whole world had suddenly felt very uneasy and unsafe, everywhere but right here, where it was safe and warm. Miss Clara looked down and smiled, satisfied in how clingy he had become and so quickly. The Heartfruit in that cream really did wonders when absorbed through the skin, and with how much of it she used, he was sure to stay like this for hours. Sure, Sarah preferred boys, but she hadn’t seen her around all afternoon, and Mary could use a little sissy sister… Mary returned quietly, crawling under a free spot in her mommy’s arms and nuzzling into her chest. Miss Clara took the piece of yellow cloth from her hands and gently slid it over Tyler’s head, working his arms through the straps, and pulling it down. The three of them laid like that for nearly an hour on the beach before Mary broke the collective silence and asked her mommy for a change. ‘Taylor’ rested against Mary while she got her change, his head pulled up on her chest, while Mary wrapped her new sister in her arms. Miss Clara’s heart broke watching the two little darlings, and she got lost in dreams of dressing her twin girls in matching outfits. Her face flushed at the thought of the two of them, laid up on her chest, a nipple in each mouth, her babies getting full from mommy’s milk. So lost was she in fantasy, that when Mary’s change was done, she moved immediately to change her Taylor’s diaper as well. He didn’t object, he was so lost in the cuddle, he just rolled onto his back and pulled Mary onto him, and the two continued to embrace until they were both clean. Miss Clara did make sure to reapply the rash cream to both littles, eager to continue their snuggle session. The shadows had already grown long, however, and neither her bikini nor the little’s dresses did much to keep them warm. They would need to go in soon, but all just wanted that one more minute of peace together. “Tyler!” The shout shook the three all at once, and they raised their heads towards the sound in unison. “Come here this instant!” It was Sarah, and she seemed pissed. Tyler hid his head behind Miss Clara, but she was coming fast. “Wait just a moment, he was just--” Miss Clara pleaded, rising quickly in attempt to interrupt her friend’s rampage. Sarah’s only response was a quick shove. Sarah stormed past and grabbed Tyler by the wrist, dragging him out of his makeshift family and into her harsh, frightening clutches. They watched in silence as he was taken away, holding each other. “Did, uhm, did I do something wrong?” Mary asked, only to be shushed and gently rocked by her mommy.

Thank you, it's heartening to know that I've got someone who's keeping up with the release cycle here. I know it's all coming out really fast, but when you gotta go you gotta go! Here's to the finale push. It's tonight or never (for the competition at least)!!!

Sixth Course – Little Snacks As the stroller rolled along, Tyler frantically worked at the harness, his fingers fighting with the mechanism, jamming them against the release button until they were raw. He chewed at the straps, pulled at them, and finally tried slipping through them, but none of that changed the simple fact that he was trapped. He hugged his bear close, leaning back into the seat and cursing himself for being so helpless. The escape had seemed to close, but maybe he had been fooling himself about it. His legs ached from walking down a few steps, his fingers stung from trying to press a stupid little button. How was he ever going to mount a daring escape? No, he was probably better off just sitting in his wet diaper and babbling like an idiot until these people got bored of him. There didn’t seem to be much else he was good for anymore. The boat’s horn blew, breaking his doom spiral with a single thread of hope. He poked his head around his bear, and realized Miss Clara had taken them to the beach. He saw a couple being given a tour of the boat, the little excitedly dancing after being allowed to blow the horn. His luck had changed, the obstacles to his escape down to a manageable number once again. He calmed his nerves and focused his energies on making a plan. He and the bear would wait for Miss Clara to unbuckle them, and then sneak off to the boat. Pretty simple, hard to mess up, a perfect plan. There was a loud click as Miss Clara locked the wheels, parking the pink stroller in the shade. Tyler could just barely reach his crocs down to touch the sand from where they were, and waited anxiously to be released. She came first to Mary, a gentle click releasing her from her restraints. He watched as Mary hopped up, her frilly pink dress having ridden up and left her bulging diaper on display. She started to run off to play on the beach, but a loud voice stopped her cold. “Little Miss Mary Pee-Pants, you get your droopy butt back over here.” The little hung her head and walked back over to Miss Clara. “Two things, little girl. First, you need a change. Second, you have a friend here who deserves your attention! Now, say you’re sorry, and lie down for a change.” Mary toddled up to Tyler and took his hand, looking up with teary eyes. “I sowwy Ty-Ty,” she mumbled past her pacifier. She then laid herself out on a bright pink changing pad, pulling up her dress to mid chest, in full view of Tyler. Blushing, he turned his attention away from the little, but when he cast a furtive glance down, she was staring back at him, locking eye contact. Miss Clara caught none of this, and simply began tending to Mary. She ripped the tapes from the princess pink diaper, pulling down the front, then getting to work with a wet wipe. Tyler tried not to look, but every time he looked away he got a little wave from Mary, and so continued his front row view of the change. Mary was completely hairless, which made Tyler wonder about his own cleanliness. He had never shaved down there, but the same could be said for the rest of his body, which had been mysteriously hairless since he woke up this morning. A problem for later, like so many others. Mary lifted her butt off the changing pad as Miss Clara slid the soggy diaper out from under her and rolled it up. She then pulled a fresh, equally as pink diaper out from her bag and slid it in place. A heavy layer of pink-tinted baby powder covered Mary, the symbol of a Heartfruit emblazoned on the bottle. “You’re next, if you need one, Tyler,” she said as she moved to tape Mary’s diaper. Terrified of more of the Heartfruit powder interrupting his escape plan, Tyler muttered a “nuh-uh” and shook his head no. He swore he heard a giggle from Miss Clara. Having finished her work, Miss Clara helped Mary up, and rolled up the changing pad. “Now I want you to take care of Tyler, okay sweetie? Here’s lunch enough for both of you, so I want you to share with him. Once you both eat, then you can go play, together.” She handed Mary a brown paper bag, and, after getting a nodding confirmation she understood the request, Miss Clara went off to sunbathe on her own. Mary carried the paper bag to her seat and dumped the contents. Tyler strained to see, but the harness kept him from getting a good angle. It wasn’t until this moment that Tyler realized he had lost his words, or how helpless he was without them. He made what noises he could, trying to get Mary to unhook his harness, but she was busy, focused on sorting the contents of the bag. Finally, she noticed him, and walked over with a juice box. “Don ‘pill!” she instructed, handing it to him, before returning to her stash. He wasn’t sure how she intended to eat with that pacifier in her mouth, but she showed no intention of removing it anytime soon, or giving any extra effort to speak clearly. At least he made sense of the current instructions: Don’t spill. He looked over the juice box, and felt frustratingly underinformed. Just a white carton with “Juice” written on it. It struck him as almost intentionally under-developed, almost to the point of parody. Had he been in a better position, he might have appreciated the joke, if there was one. For now, he just really didn’t want to eat anything these people put in front of him ever again. She came back, handing him a triangle of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, “Ead et, huwwy!” she said, almost frantic and overwhelmed with the task before her. He had to let his bear fall, resting on the ground, its head between his knees. He looked the sandwich over and one whiff told him all he needed to know: Heartfruit Jelly, hard pass. He waited until she seemed particularly distracted, then tried tossing the sandwich into the bushes. With his arm, however, it only went a few feet, landing disappointingly close, and in the sand, no less. He had to hope she didn’t notice. Mary returned, quicker this time, her pacifier hanging from a ribbon on her dress, her mouth occupied by what looked like a fruit rollup. He could, smell the Heartfruit from several feet away, and opened his mouth to try and object, but that just gave her opportunity to shove the tip of a foot long segment of the fruit jerky in his mouth. Tyler immediately spit it out, and it fell straight down onto his bear. “Bad Baby!” she said, slapping his thigh. It stung far more than he expected, causing little tears to well up in his eyes. She took his rollup, held it next to her mouth, and chewed some of her own, demonstrating how to eat it. “Like dis!” she emphasized, then put it back in his mouth, holding it there until he chewed. Tyler weighed his options, clearly he wasn’t going to get out of this by refusal, but maybe by picking his battles he would be okay. What was this he was eating, what was it likely to do? He wracked his brain as he bought time, biting off a tiny piece and storing it in his cheeks. The juice messed with his brain, the fruit his muscles. The seeds and the skin were all that was left, and by the texture this had to be the later. Big brain time, what did the skin do? Something was making him wet, and something was making his skin soft. Both of which were problems, but neither would stop him from getting on that boat. An acceptable risk, he reasoned, even acknowledging that his reasoning hadn’t been his most successful survival skill to this point, it was all he had. So he chewed through the Heartfruit rollup, fairly confident that he would survive the after effects. Mary did the same, stopping for bites of her PB&J, then sipping from her juice box. The combination of the three seemed to empty out a lot of her focus, and so Tyler tried once again to get himself free. “Mawee,” he formed the words roughly, still not sure what was impeding him there. She looked up from her sandwich, looking him over with concern. “Pweeese!” he cried, pulling at the harness. She tilted her head, looking him over, confused. “Gid uppp!” he pleaded, trying to make a jumping motion with his legs to show her he wanted to get up. Mary looked around, even more confused, as she slurped up the last of the fruit rollup. “Wha baby need?” she asked, looking at his feet, before she found it. He watched her shuffle over next to him and pick up the sandwich from the ground, dusting it off and handing it back to him. “All goods baby!” This couldn’t have been going worse. Tyler sat there, freedom in sight if not for this stupid harness, but Mary wouldn’t let him go until he finished his whole lunch. He was staggeringly low on options, and so, he threw a fit. He screamed and cried and threw both the sandwich and the juice on the ground, thrashing against his harness and just doing his best to make a scene. He meant it as just a distraction, but once he let himself get into it, the play acting became reality. It wasn’t like he didn’t have good reason to be angry, and that tiny, trickling hole in the dam holding everything back soon grew to a torrent of emotion. This was a real tantrum, and required real help, and so Mary ran off to get her mommy. Blinded by his own tears, and deafened by his own howls, Tyler was caught unawares when Miss Claire shoved something rubbery, drenched in syrup in his mouth, and held it there. He kept swinging and thrashing for only a moment longer until the pacifier had its intended effect, and all the will drained from Tyler’s body. He began to suck quietly on the rubbery teat, in so doing dissolving more and more of the Heartfruit syrup, making him once again docile and pliable. “He probably just needs a change, but this will take care of him for now,” she said dismissively, ready to get back to her sunbathing. “Let mommy know when you’re done playing and I’ll clean him up.” Mary nodded, smiling widely at Tyler. Once her caregiver was gone, Mary laid out a large blanket in the sun and waddled up to Tyler. She easily unlocked the harness, then helped him up. He immediately fell to his knees, walking, much less standing, required too much focus. He found that, when called, he could muster the coordination to crawl, and so he made his way over to Mary’s blanket. He sat next to her, feeling, but not perceiving, just how mushy and sodden his diaper had become. Another part of his mind registered a troubling smell, but failed to communicate that to any functioning part of his consciousness. Instead he just stared blankly at Mary, sucking on his pacifier, happy and dumb. Mary was happy to have a living doll to play with, and play she did. She handed Mr. Sparkles to Tyler, who held the pink unicorn as instructed. She opened up her pink backpack and got to work. Tyler saw, but didn’t understand, the various brushes, ribbons, and ties that she used on his face and hair, nor did he much care to know. All he could do was stare out over the waves as she popped in and out of his view. He watched them come in and out, over and over. His eyes kept still, staring out to sea. At one point, he watched the boat cross from one side of his vision to the other, his only hope of escape leaving while he sat and watched more than helpless. A single tear rolled down his cheek, some part of him realizing his fate was now sealed. “Stop, you’ll ruin your makeup!” Mary cried at him, wiping the tear away and fixing it up.

Yaaay! More contest entries to read once I finish writing mine! Competition is heating up!

Sooooo, good news / bad news my friends. This story is maaaybe getting longer than planned. So The end is now probably closer to the 7th or 8th course. Good news for you, bad news for deadlines! Fifth Course - Breakout Brunches A light wind blew across the island, rustling the palm leaves, causing the late morning sun to dance across Tyler’s face, tickling him awake. His mouth still held the aftertaste of the lollipop, but it’s now barren stick had fallen out of his mouth and come to rest beside his pillow, sticking to the soft sheets. His mind begged reality to make it so that the past day had been little more than a dream, but its wish was prematurely ended by the warm, lightly soggy diaper that was pulled up into his groin by his new shortalls. “Fuck.” It was his first rational reprieve since arriving on the island, and even though it didn’t solve his problems, he held the feeling of that word in his mind, and used it to steel himself. Ever since arriving he had been tossed between Miss Sarah, Miss Margot, and her staff like a plaything, but now he finally had his footing again, and had but one goal in mind: Escape. Wasting no time in testing his limbs, he pushed his body to move, and found it responded to him well, if a little clumsy in its movements. He rolled himself up to a sitting position in the crib, gritting his teeth through the alien feeling of putting weight on his padding. His every movement was accompanied by crinkles, the infantile garment making itself known. Undeterred, he took in the space around him. The crib formed the first barrier to escape, its high walls towering above him, its bars too closely spaced to squeeze more than an arm through. If he could find a way out of it, he would have the run of his room, where he could change back into his normal clothes and at least restore that level of normalcy. Then he could simply walk out the front door, and run to the docks. He tried to remember if the boat they arrived on had departed or docked, but the memory slipped into replaying his first encounter with Miss Margot. He felt himself start to grow upset, embarrassed, and helpless again. “Fuuuuck!” He shook his head, bringing it back to the present. He would have to figure the rest of the plan out along the way, now was time for action. He had to get out of the crib, now! He grabbed the bars and shook them violently, but they were exceptionally sturdy, his prison too well made to give him that freedom so easily. He pulled himself close to the bottom of the crib and laid back, lining up his foot with one of the bars. He took a few steadying breaths, rearing his foot back, then striking it with his full force, but the kick seemed to hurt him more than the crib. If force wasn’t enough, he would have to be more clever. He knew that at least one of the sides had to open, and so felt around the outside at the pillars for a latch. He scrambled end to end, feeling up and down, before finally coming across some abnormality on the outside. A round shape with an indent on the top, but he couldn’t make out much more than that. He tried maneuvering it, but whatever it was it didn’t budge. It seemed his manual dexterity had taken a bigger hit than his other motor functions. Not willing to be defeated, he tried to get closer to it, if he could just see it maybe he could work it out. He pressed his face against the bars in futility, trying to sort this out. If he could just… Oh. Tyler stopped, and stood up fully, the bars on the crib only reaching his waist. His body felt small and helpless, sure, but he was still a fully grown adult. Even if he felt like a dumb baby. Shaking off the stupid, he tried vaulting over the railing, and ended up on his padded ass. The puff of aerosolized baby powder tickled his nose, and he giggled at himself, almost thanking the diaper for the softened landing. It was more of a bright side than he had been getting as of late. Using the crib for support, he stood back up, and identified the unknown ‘latch’ as just a pink heart decoration. Moving on, he searched the room for his still unpacked bag. His laziness would prove an important boon for once, he thought, already being ready to go. But the cheer gave way to chill, as site after site where the bag should have been proved empty. He threw open the doors to what should have been his empty wardrobe, and mouthed ‘fuck me’. Inside were hanger after hanger of onesies, footie pajamas, shortalls and infantile t-shirts. The bottom was lined with velcroed shoes, some of which lit up at his touch. He looked down at his own outfit, trying to compare to see if anything in the wardrobe could pass him off as less of an overgrown toddler, but the news was all bad. He settled for at least having footwear, and put on a pair of baby blue velcroed tennis shoes. They had little pink hearts on the sides, but at least they didn’t light up, which mattered, for stealth reasons. He could get a new phone and ID, replace his credit cards, and beg his landlord for a new key, if only he could get off this island. There were now only two obstacles between him and his freedom, and the first was easy. Tyler stood up from getting his shoes on, wobbling on his legs as he adjusted to the feeling. He had put them on right, he was sure. Pretty sure. They did fit, at least, and it’s not like he would forget his left and right. He stared down at them and they looked as right as he could think of for them, but maybe he was wrong. He sat down on the bed again and tried them the other way, biting his lower lip in concentration as he tried to do it right. He stood up and tested them again, and they felt wobbly still. Maybe it was the shoes? His brain spiraled, trying on and testing a pair of shoes, then retesting them on the other feet, again and again until he exhausted half the closet and landed on an acceptable pair of yellow crocs. Satisfied with the feel and with himself, he waddled towards the door. It had taken some time, and his diaper had paid the price, now nearly twice as wet and heavy as when he began. He never felt the need to go, the Heartfruit seeds had seen to that. And so he just adjusted his gait to account for the thick, soggy padding between his legs, and soldiered on. As he approached the door, its two guardians challenged him. To the right was his bear, returned to the same chair he was when Tyler first laid eyes on him, and still every bit as alluring. Tyler turned quickly away from him, knowing if he gave in again he would be hard pressed to mount any kind of escape. To the left, was a toddler, staring back at him. They had long, sandy blonde hair that went just past their shoulders, a cute face, perfectly smooth, its features softened by residual baby fat, and an adorable outfit of powder blue shortalls and a light yellow t-shirt with some crazy backwards letters on it. They even had the same crocs as him! He raised a shy hand to wave to the cutie, and they waved back! Tyler was overjoyed and had to stifle his laughter with both hands, and it seemed like they did too! He laughed hard enough that he tipped himself over backwards, falling on his diaper again, watching his clone do the same. More powder puffed out, and this time he made out the faint odor of Heartfruit, which seemed odd. That question remained unanswered however, as from here he could make out the bottom edge of the mirror, and realized how badly he had been duped. “Fudge.” He blushed as he swore, covering his mouth again. Thankfully nobody real was around to hear. He didn’t have anything nearby to help him get up, so settled for crawling to the door, still avoiding looking at the teddy bear. Steadying himself, Tyler reached up to turn the handle, but as he wrapped his hand around it, it buzzed loudly and lit up red. Pulling his hand back instinctively, he waited for something bad to happen, but nothing did. So he reached up again and again it buzzed and flashed red, but Tyler held on and tried opening it anyway. The door handle moved slightly in his grasp, but did little more than jiggle. He gave it more than enough force to turn, but it was locked somehow. His mind turned back to when he first arrived, to the happy chime it gave whenever Sarah touched the door, and to the heavy locks that automatically engaged whenever it closed. Had he been locked in the whole time and not known it? He banged several times on the door in frustration before falling back and collapsing on the floor. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes, feeling small, helpless, and worst of all, alone. The urge to just bawl grew and grew until suddenly, mercifully, he heard the door chime. The door handle moved and he shuffled out of the way as it swung open. Quickly wiping the tears and snot from his face, he looked up to see Miss Clara look down at him through the door. Her long blonde hair was held out of her face by a pair of sunglasses, and she wore a tight blue bikini and a sarong wrapped around her waist. “Aww, you poor thing, what are you doing out of your crib?” she asked, kneeling down next to him and placing a hand on his crotch. “I swear Sarah, you’re going to break them if you’re not careful,” she said, but not to him. “Sarah!?” She called out, and got no response. Tyler tried to tell her Sarah wasn’t here, or to ask her to let go of his crotch, or any number of other things, but the words all stuck in his throat. He was helpless again, at the mercy of another one of them and the feeling nearly destroyed him. But, instead of teasing or condescension, she wrapped him in a warm hug, and kissed his forehead. “Come on baby, it’s too nice a day to stay cooped up in here, and Mary would love the company,” Miss Clara told him, slowly pulling him up in the hug, until he stood on uneasy knees. “Can you walk, baby?” she asked him, genuinely. Tyler nodded yes, but wasn’t entirely sure, so as she pulled away he hooked his hand into hers, and used her to steady himself. “Okay there, I got you. One step at a time, okay?” She held his shaking arm and led him down the steps to a bright pink double stroller. “Mary, you’re gonna have some company. Could you get Mr. Sparkles out of the extra seat?” she called out as she and Tyler reached the bottom of the steps. “Yeth Ma-ma,” Mary called back, reaching over from her seat and grabbing a pink unicorn stuffy by the leg, and pulling it into her lap and giving it a big hug. By the time Tyler had toddled over to the stroller, his legs were completely exhausted, and so he welcomed Miss Clara helping him into the pink seat. He slid into the molded plastic, once again reminded of the bulk of wet padding between his legs, and starting to wonder at what point it would become too wet. However, his attention was deflected once again, as Miss Clara pulled a five point harness around him and clicked it tight around his chest. She kissed him once more on his forehead, then did the same for Mary after digging her out from behind Mr. Sparkles. He looked over at Mary, who briefly waved at him and smiled from behind a large pink pacifier, before resuming her snuggling. Miss Clara disappeared to behind the stroller, but didn’t immediately start pushing it. Unsure as to why, Tyler just sat there, letting his legs kick freely and enjoying the fresh air, thoughts of escape momentarily lost in the shuffle. He heard a soft chime some distance away, and a door close shortly after, but thought nothing of it. It really was a beautiful day, and the sun felt so good on his soft skin. “Almost forgot somebody,” Miss Clara said, reappearing to shove Tyler’s teddy bear in his lap. He instinctively embraced it, almost squealing with how much joy it brought him. He wondered how he could have forgotten such an important part of his life. He would have had to have a good reason not to be snuggling his bear, but what would that possibly be? “Oh fudge,” he mumbled into the bear as Miss Clara began to push the stroller, realizing he just traded one prison for another.

Yay, another co-contestant! I look forward to reading everyone else's stuff once I'm done mad scrambling for mine. Also, I too would appreciate knowing the final deadline, as I've been assuming 11:59 PM EST on August 7th, but that's making some unfounded assumptions.

Looks at the 2-3 more chapters yet to be written to finish the story. This is fine.

A new challenger!!! Glad to see another entrant in the competition. I'm really gonna need to land my last two chapters to keep up!

Quick micro-chapter, just serving as an interstitial piece between now and the final two chapters, which should be coming out over the next couple days. Hope you're all hungry. Palate Cleanser “I’ll give you this, you sure know how to keep things interesting Sarah,” the deep voiced man spoke. “I think you even got little Finney here worked up, didn’t she bud?” The little nodded from behind their pacifier, before burying their head in their new large stuffed bunny. Finn was not alone in having a new stuffed companion, it seems all the littles felt inspired by Tyler’s display, and Miss Margot was happy to oblige. The day’s schedule was altered to allow for ‘Stuffy Time’ among the littles, albeit privately this time. “Just trying to keep it interesting, Jack. Wouldn’t want them thinking we were just going through the motions.” Sarah gave Finn’s toes a little tickle before leaving the two to finish their change. She liked Jack, all things told, but she couldn’t stand the thought of doing things his way. After all, what’s the point of being a deviant if you don’t jerk the wheel every now and then? And Jack was nothing if not a steady hand. It was one of his more attractive features. Striding across the room, she found her own little in the care of one of the hostesses. It seemed the seeds had done their work rather efficiently. Tyler, like the other littles, had made quite a stink all around the same time, marking a formal and immediate end to the buffet. They were just finishing up the change as Sarah approached. It was a duty she enjoyed on occasion, but preferred her littles earn the change, an approach polite company had disagreed with. Instead she busied herself with gossip about her little’s indiscretion, and let it become someone else’s problem, which it apparently had. “Oh, dear, there you are. Thank you for taking such good care of my Ty-Ty,” she laid it on thick, but the poor girl who drew the short straw seemed unaffected. “He had a full soak and bowel movement, but he’s all clean now, and should stay that way until the early afternoon, ma’am,” she reported. “He’s awake, but he’s, uhm…” “He’s blissed out, yes. Fucked himself stupid, didn’t you baby?” she ran her fingers across the front panel of his diaper, tracing the outlines of the pink bunnies that adorned it. Tyler didn’t reply, but did smile at the attention, his head lolling about on the changing mat. His head was filled with sweet, cottony clouds, and the Heartfruit sucker in his mouth kept it that way. Sarah searched briefly through the cubbies below and found what she was looking for. Short, pale blue overalls and a light yellow t-shirt that read ‘Mommy’s Sunshine.’ She handed them to the hostess, and left, she had some arrangements to make with the mistress of the island. The hostess dutifully kept her silence, and put back on her well-practiced service smile. She tended to Tyler, got him dressed and back in his crib, then rolled him back to his room to rest. As she turned out the lights of the room, she let the mask slip for the briefest moment. Soon, she told herself. Soon Miss Margot’s vision would come to pass, and the thought of it sat on her lips, forming her first genuine smile in ages.

Ever have a story decide all on its own that it wants to take a more extreme approach than you had planned? Yeah, that's this chapter. Enjoy!!! Fourth Course – Breakfast Buffet When first he woke, the world around Tyler was still dark and unformed. He could hear soft breathing nearby, but couldn’t find the will to move towards it. Instead he laid there, head adrift in a body that barely belonged to him. His eyes drooped shut, his head safe in the arms of his teddy bear. The island was silent, but not still. The night served as a time of rest for the guests alone, the staff still had much work to do. They moved swiftly through the back corridors that spanned the island, readying themselves, and their guests, for the morrow. Tyler stirred. He had rolled away from his bear, and the loss of it left him empty and unsettled. Against his bare back pressed cool wooden slats, adding to the discomfort. Before he could rouse himself to move, he slipped back into his fitful sleep. In his dreams, a silent figure took something from him. It washed him and left him warm. It wrapped him and soothed him with softness and care. Then it left him to dream anew. Dawn’s first light brought form back to his world, while his first, slow blinks brought the young sky into focus. There were noises around him, but they slid past his waking ears and passed along unpronounced. He made to stretch or to rub his eyes, but felt no response, saw no clearer. His eyes hung open, widening his field of view slowly. He made out the shape of the skylight. Past that was the high wooden ceiling, and past that, all around, was a white wooden frame. It felt like dream architecture, like something overlaid where it shouldn’t be, and his groggy mind struggled to piece it together. It wasn’t until an auburn haired shadow broke illusion that he pieced together the space of it all. His eyes adjusted, the dim light revealing Sarah smiling down on him, her arm draped over the top rail of the crib. “Good morning baby boy,” she whispered as she reached down and rubbed his belly. “Did you sleep good for mommy?” Tyler tried to answer, but his mouth struggled to move cohesively, and for his effort he was rewarded a bead of drool running down the side of his face. Sarah smiled and wiped his face, before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Looks like someone’s still sleepy,” he heard a deep voice say from the other side. Tyler saw a hairy forearm cross into his view, resting atop the rail opposite Sarah. She took her hand from Tyler’s stomach and placed it gently on the man’s arm. “You know I like mine extra tender. Made sure he finished every last bite, didn’t I little Ty?” She smiled wickedly down at him, a knot growing in his stomach. He wished and prayed that he could muster even the smallest motion, but his limbs remained frozen in amber, lost to him. “Still don’t know why you put them through the ringer like that Sarah,” the man spoke with concern. “I don’t know what I would do if my Finney didn’t adore me.” “Please, you know mine always-“ Sarah stopped as the lights came on suddenly, and the whole room grew silent. “I trust you all slept well, I know the littles did.” It was Miss Margot. Tyler tried to lift his head to see, and got at least a slight lift before dropping back down. “I thank you all for joining us for breakfast, especially so early. I believe it is in a little’s best interest to keep a good schedule, and to be involved in every facet of their caregiver’s lives. To this end…” Tyler heard footsteps all around him, traveling in unison, and then stopping. He watched Sarah turn to someone and a moment later turned back towards Miss Margot, holding something in her hand. The footsteps resumed and grew more distant. “As caregivers, your first priority should be to tend to your littles. And keeping them regular ensures you can do that while enjoying yourself. Please, enjoy.” Sarah leaned back down towards him, one hand cupped, and the other holding a single, dark berry. She pressed the berry to his lips, pushing past his enfeebled resistance. It was sweet and wet, quickly waking his taste buds. As his tongue clumsily explored it, the berry popped, its juice filling his mouth and enlivening his senses. The rush washed down his throat and into his chest. He felt tight fabric holding him in, and pressing something to his chest. It traveled down his arms to his balled fists, pulled close against his chest. He felt a twitch of motion as he immediately tried to open his hands and free his arms, but they remained held fast. His legs, paradoxically, were both bound together by cloth, and pushed apart by something he couldn’t identify. When his attention turned back up his body, he felt something floating around his mouth that had been hidden within the berry. A small, coarse seed floated in his mouth. More Heartfruit! Warning bells went off in his head, flashes of fear over what terrible next humiliation would befall him. Watching her swaddled baby slowly realize their helpless situation was always Sarah’s favorite part, but she knew better than to give him time enough to refuse the seed, and so took another “berry” from her other hand and forced it past his lips again. And again. She pressed a dozen seeds down his mouth until his only options were to swallow or suffocate, and so swallow he did. Tyler felt his body not only fully wake up suddenly, but like a coffee guzzling insomniac, felt everything touching his body at once. Every inch of heavy, tightly bound fabric. Every inch of tender skin, rubbing unnaturally smooth against the fabric and against itself. Every stray hair tickling not only his face, but down near his shoulders as well. But for all his newfound awareness of his body, two things eluded him. He could feel his muscles, their every twitch and ache, but when he called on them, they responded with uncontrolled spasms. A signal to his pinky was heard by his whole arm, and one to his knee caused his toes to clench tightly. But that mystery had a reasonable, if impossible answer: Dinner. The other mystery was out of his reach, and rested uncomfortably around his hips, and between his legs. At first he thought it was just more of that strange underwear from before, but the bulk between his legs was too extreme for that. A problem for later, he supposed, as he stared up at his tormentor with renewed spite. And she down at him with exuberant glee. “Now that the littles are fed, please join me for our breakfast buffet.” Miss Margot’s words broke their stare-down, as Sarah backed away from his crib. The footsteps rang out once more, and as they approached, a shadow overtook Tyler. As he started to work his head jerkily towards its source, Sarah interrupted it. “Please, wait, one moment.” Two of the kitchen staff waited next to his crib, carrying something heavy and wide. He could smell bacon wafting down from it, and could just barely make out a stack of pancakes. Normal food, for once! He tried once again to stir from inside his swaddled cage, to reach up and taste the bounty before him, but it held firm. Sarah returned a moment later, leaning over the railing and absolutely beaming. “Guess who I found, baby boy?” She slowly lifted a brown furry object into his view. “Baaaww,” he shouted, immediately forgetting about breakfast and his worries. “That’s wight Ty-Ty!” she spoke mockingly, placing the bear next to him. Her fingers traced along his cloth cocoon. Tyler felt her pull a part of the fabric, suddenly loosening its grip. “Now be a good boy with your beaw, okay?” Tyler fought with all his might to free himself from the swaddle, making slow progress as he flailed and squirmed his way out. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in concentration, and so missed the main event. Above him the tray carrying breakfast food was placed upon, and then locked into the top of the crib, forming a table. One of six, laid out in a circle in the room. Each crib had one little trapped within it, and an abundant bounty of breakfast ready for eating above it. The caregivers mingled and grazed, enjoying the buffet and the show. Some stopped to offer the littles a small portion of ‘adult food’, while others acted as if the littles didn’t exist. Sarah was in the latter category, for now. Tyler’s quest had made steady progress, freeing his arms from their bindings and successfully bringing the bear back into a full hug. He cried little tears of joy, snuggling the bear, his overblown senses drinking deep of its soft fur. Some part of his mind noted the reason everything felt so smooth as being due to his arms and legs now being hairless, but it was quickly lost amongst every other, seemingly more important feelings. Sarah bit her lip and moaned suddenly, interrupting her casual conversation. No one else had heard it yet, but the little moans from Tyler sounded to her as clear as her own name. The conversation moved on without her, as she waited for the show. Miss Clara scraped up a small spoonful of strawberry yogurt and knelt down next to Tyler’s crib. “Tyler, you want some yum-yum? Tyler?” She reached out and tugged on his foot, trying to get his attention. However, the tug was all the swaddle needed to free his legs, leaving him only in a large, white diaper, a tent raging in its front. “I think he’s a bit busy,” Sarah whispered to her friend, lifting the spoon to her lips instead and sucking it dry. “Mmmnnnn, delicious.” Tyler, freed from all that held him back, cuddled his teddy bear with all his might, his legs clumsily swung on either side of it so he laid atop his best friend. For a moment, that seemed like it would be enough. He stared into its brown beady eyes, and felt the burning need inside him spread throughout his body. Just like that, he slowly began to move his hips. He didn’t even realize he was doing it at first, his body had been so sluggish to this point that he didn’t even recognize the motion. But he had a need, and his body knew what to do. Around the room, conversations hushed, and food went uneaten. Tyler’s moans had gone from imperceptible to unignorable. Even the other littles turned to watch what was going on, pulling themselves against the bars of their cribs. Tyler was unaware of the eyes upon him, however. His pace steadily grew, shaking the serving trays above him, knocking over carefully stacked pastries. His moans grew sharper, his fingers and toes clenching harder with every thrust. A cacophony of crinkles and unstifled screams poured out of the small, dark crib, and the rest of the room watched in utter amazement. The pressure building inside him since he arrived was boiling to the surface. “My hero.” “Y-e-s M-i-s-s M-a-r-g-o-t.” “Good Baby.” “You’re allowed to like what you like, silly.” “Cum for me, baby,” he opened his eyes at the last second to see Miss Sarah there, at eye level, giving him a command which ripped through his body in a mind-blowing orgasm. His every muscle clenched tight, and he bucked one last time, hard, filling his diaper with load after load of cum. He shook in the aftermath, his every movement overstimulating him, until he finally relaxed and passed out on the bear, soaked in sweat. “I’ll have what he’s having,” whispered Mary to Miss Clara. “Maybe later,” she whispered back, thinking about it. “Definitely later.”