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Infected: National Telecast The White House spokeswoman stands behind the podium preparing to make a statement on the Viral infection that’s caused most of the world to take pause and reflect on an entirely new world… What started out in Germany as a localized issue was initially dismissed as some sort of fetish (we all know how wild those Germans can be when it comes to their sexual preferences.) has spread across the globe and the latest news from the WHO is that a third strain has reared its ugly head… IVX (now known as IVXa) affects only women just as the follow up strains between the age of 18 and 59. Despite a year of testing and work for a cure or at least a vaccine to protect those uninfected the virus has continued to run rampant. In what most people refer to as the “Bimbo Virus”, IVXa works behind the scenes on the infected until the mental and biological changes are severe enough that the victim seeks medical attention. Most women are too ashamed to seek early treatment. You can’t blame them as the signs and symptoms are as follows: Marked drop in mental acumen. Hair color changes (the most severe cases being platinum blonde) Body hair changes (eventually every case finds all hair follicles dead below the neck) Breast growth Buttocks growth Lip changes Sexual appetite increases Most women that seek medical attention require no formal testing as the signature “tell” of the virus is noted in the excessive vaginal leaking due to multiple orgasms even without any purposeful stimulation. Embarrassingly, the medical community colloquially refers to this finding as the “Grool Test”. Then there is IVXb. While “a” turns women into bubble butted, big breasted airheads, this strain has an almost opposite effect. These women find themselves regressing mentally and in some ways physically a small step at a time. What starts out as an oral fixation slowly transforms into the occasional nighttime bed wetting, a need for an unaffected adult to “discipline” them, and at the end stages totally depended upon diapers and an adult caretaker. By the time that a “b” virus victim “baby” thinks to seek treatment, they are already wearing pull-ups during the day due to urinary continence failures. If there is a “silver lining” to the B virus it is that along with all of the mental and physical signs, the victim will lose weight and height which not only makes caretaking easier but it also leaves a lot of options available for clothing since the victims seem to all fixate on “cute” clothing like what a toddler would want to wear. While most women can tell what version of the virus they are infected with, the early stages show many similarities. The oral fixation, loss or thinning of body hair, and even “damp” panties. This leaves women struggling with which version they’d rather be. Babbling baby… or head bobbing bimbo… “Ladies and gentlemen we are ready to begin.” Allison Perkins, White Spokeswoman says to the room full of media. At the moment she is one of the youngest people to fill this role, and what a hard time to be in this position.. She is 34 years old, dark brown hair, 5’7”, 135lbs, brown eyes and a magnificent figure. She has that “girl next door” look but you can tell she’s very intelligent too. She’s wearing a powder blue business suit with pleated skirt, white button up, and matching high heels. She looks 100% confident as she reviews the room. While the men look at her intently, it is the women in the room that gets her attention. As the virus has progressed she has watched more and more of the women in media either get replaced by uninfected women, men, or the sad slide towards whichever strain slowly overtakes them. Today she notes that another “usual” has been replaced by a cute blonde reporter. Directly in front of her she sees a former colleague from her own time in the media focused on the sucker in her mouth while she absentmindedly curls one of her light blonde curls around her finger. “Poor Jennifer” she thinks to herself. Just last week she was still light brown and holding up pretty well. Now she seems to be gyrating on her chair while her newly colored green eyes dart from crotch to crotch of the secret service members standing next to the President. Allison wondered which strain each of the women in her life would end up with, Jennifer clearly has the “a” strain. Probably another week and she won’t be able to function with all of the males in the room. A male reporter takes his seat next to her and her eyes widen, breath quickens, and she turns her enhanced bust towards him, clearly flirting. “Allison? We’re ready.” She heads in her earpiece reminding her to get back to the press conference. “Ladies and Gentlemen, as the virus continues infecting women across the globe, we wanted to discuss some new findings and results from our medical experts.” A screen lights up to the right of the podium showing a research doctor in a generic office setting. He begins discussing the latest numbers of infected and how they are working tirelessly to help stop the spread or at least slow the symptoms in those that are already infected. Allison listens carefully as he explains the failure of a cure, or vaccine however the “treatments” available for the “Bimbo” strain are enough to take her breath away… She’s no stranger to these treatments as she’s had the inside track due to her close work with the President but to hear a doctor speak so plainly and openly about it causes her to have an audible gasp. As if turning into a mindless bimbo wasn’t enough the virus’ cruel joke on womankind is that the only way to slow the progression is by degrading sexual stimulation. The more lewd, the better it seems in a twist of fate. “In a nutshell if you pardon the pun, the best results are from semen directly implanted into the anus, followed by ingesting it. Vaginal insertion seems to have minimal effect however there are reports that rubbing semen into the skin seems to be more effective than vaginal insertion.” Allison hears the President groan behind her and looks back to see her friend and boss Marylyn Goodwin shaking her head back and forth at the lewd suggestions. As a staunch defender of morality and conservatism the doctor’s suggestions of anal sex and rubbing cum on all over your body is more than she can take. “As you can see the data speaks for itself. As a woman I understand how disturbing all of this sounds. I for one couldn’t imagine having to make the choice of degrading myself with semen… uh.. deposits or turning into a… Well, you know.” She stops short as she hears a faint moan come from the crowd, looking down at the front row she sees Jennifer with her hand between her legs clearly rubbing her sex to orgasm. Her head leaned back, face flush, biting her lower lip! The room goes silent until she comes down from her orgasmic high and then she looks around the room. “Oh.. *giggles* “Sorry about that… ummmm all the talk about cum just.. got my little pussy all excited!” She laughs again and then after the initial “release” wears off she blushes and looks down at her lap saying “I’m so sorry.. I.. please continue.” “This…” President Goodwin steps forward speaking “This is the hard truth behind this terrible disease. While I haven’t known Jennifer for as long as the rest of you.. to see a bright, professional, dedicated woman have bouts of uncontrolled sexual outbursts followed by the shame of her body’s response.. well… it’s just awful.” She looks down at Jennifer for effect “There is nothing to be ashamed of.” “Thank you Madam President.” Jennifer says with a slight smile. The President steps to the podium and begins to speak about the “b” strain when she looks at the tablet to see that an update has been added to the “a” strain. She reads it and then rolls her eyes before steadying herself. “Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a last minute update to the report on the “a” strain that … Well, I’ll read it word for word, remember that these are *NOT* my words.” Marylyn’s face is pink with embarrassment as she begins reading: “With regard to the rubbing of semen onto the skin, we are sorry to announce that while we thought rubbing it directly into the skin worked, it is actually only effective when rubbed into breast tissues. The study group of women that reported this finding were sadly far enough along in the viral progression that they only thought to rub it on their breasts for further stimulation.” Jaws dropped in the room, well except for Jennifer who had pulled her blouse away from her recently fuller breasts and giggled thinking about rubbing her nipples with fresh cum. An aide in the back of the room started crying as she received her diagnosis just this morning and now she will one day become addicted to semen. “Any questions?” Allison says stepping back to the microphone with a glance from Marylyn. They have an unspoken rule that the President shouldn’t speak about the “Bimbo strain” anymore than she has to in public. Allison told her months ago that it is “beneath her office.” For the leader of the free world to talk about semen and anal sex… “Yes, there was a study out of Europe that mentioned any type of anal stimulation would at least alleviate some of the symptoms of the virus. Any truth to that?” The male report from CNN asks. “Partly.. While anal stimulation will offset the loss of focus that the virus causes in infected women, that very stimulation obviously leads to more sexual frustration and an eventual breakthrough.” Allison explains before giving the President the podium for her portion of the update. Marylyn calls on the next reporter. It’s Debra Epperson, her demeanor has completely changed since she was stricken with the “b” virus and looks more like a scared tween than a grown woman with her hand slightly raised and looking at her Hello Kitty notepad, clearly a result of wanting more “childish” or “pretty” things. Even her outfit looks like it was put together by a little girl instead of a professional. White pleated skirt, pink sweater with a sequined cartoon sunflower and her hair in a high ponytail. “Oh! Me.. ummm..” she stands up like a schoolgirl getting called on in class.. “When you say breakthrough, like what exactly does that m..mean.?” Debra Epperson meekly stammers out almost too scared to speak; nervously twisting back and forth eyes down towards the floor… Marylyn mentally rolls her eyes at the question but reminds herself that Debra can’t help but ask repetitive questions due to her condition. “A breakthrough is best described as when a “b” virus victim for instance, is for the most part, able to function normally, but as the hours move by the virus causes a childlike episode that even a “big girl” like you can’t help.” “Like when I.. uh.. I mean if a girl wets her bed and her husband makes her wear diapers?” She says telling on herself. “That’s right! The girl you are talking about can’t help it can she? But then she’s right back to being a big girl in panties in no time right?” Allison winces at the comment from her boss. Marylyn didn’t notice but poor Debra’s pleated skirt is a little more puffed out than normal, a sure sign of a diapered bottom beneath. Debra sniffles a few times and then wipes her tears shaking her head “N.. no… I … he… I wet my panties yesterday at work and he… he took all my big girl panties away.. even my training panties are g..gone.” She starts crying again and a male member of the White House staff walks over and takes her hand leading her out of the room to calm down. “I’m so sorry dear.” Marylyn says to the smaller woman exiting the room. Marylyn studies the crowd to recompose herself… she adjusts her blazer and then smooths her pencil skirt.. something she takes pride in. Her skirts… All of the stores and fashion magazines are pushing pleated these days. Something to help a “b” victim hide their childish underwear or an “a” hide their ever increasing curves. Marylyn so far shows no sign of any infection, and of course EVERYONE is watching for a sign. The men (and women) all look at the females in the room wandering who is infected, which strain do they have? Most of the females are at a point that they can’t hide it anymore. Former busty beauties reduced down to 5’ tall petite girls that could pass as their husband’s diapered child or on the other hand a cross country runner that now gives Jessica Rabbit a run for her money on sexual energy and dimensions. But not Marylyn… she’s standing at the podium in a maroon skirt suit, black button up shirt, black nylons, and maroon shoes. Her black hair is worn down in a stylish curl… Does she have curves? Certainly! She’s always been a shapely woman but she’s the same now as before so it must not be “a” strain, her lack of bright colors or thick underwear means no “b” strain: Somehow she’s avoided the virus altogether. “I’m sorry for that, I wanted to give everyone time to recover from poor Debra’s dilemma. Let’s move on to the “b” virus since we’re already on that subject.” The monitor changes to another graphic but with details about IVXb. “As you can see there are not many changes in this strain. Young women having their adulthood slowly stripped away both mentally and physically. Our research scientist have not been able to find a single thing that changes the progression, cures it, or even slows it down. The reality is that the best we can do is support our “Littles” throughout the transition. I’ve asked retailers and designers to help find dignified and practical clothing and protective garments that will be more appealing to these victims and their caretakers. The last thing they need is to have their sweet disposition ruined by feelings of sadness.” “What kinds of clothing?” A reporter asks “For starters Brightly colored dresses, cute skirts. Clothing that fits their physical body but also their mental state. We’ve even found snap shortalls in cute colors! Not only will all of these items help with their mental state, caregivers will find it easier to help with potty training or changes; whichever their little patient needs.” “We’ve seen that some caregivers are confused on when to remove body hair, would you suggest they let nature take its course or should women go ahead and have themselves waxed?” “What a forward question Jason…” Marylyn says ryely.. “that isn’t something we will address here, we all know these girls find themselves prepubescent in look eventually, that’s a decision for these women to make.” “What other plans do you hope to see come to fruition?” “Yes, protective garments such as adult sized training panties, pull-ups and more colorful diapers are also being made available. With smaller busts in these victims we have also worked with girl’s fashion designers for everyday where, from jumpers to tshirts, footed pjs to training bras.” Allison is watching the audience and getting a little bored with this discussion.. she starts moving her hips ever so slightly to the music she hears in her head and gives a little smile. Noticing a stop in the conversation she makes eye contact with the President to move her along. “The last update we have today is that there has been a medical accident during vaccine trials that has morphed into what we are now referring to as “IVXc”. “ The room has an audible pause and then small murmurs breakout all over the room. “Madam President, what exactly happened?” “European and US scientist were working with live samples of both strains and thought that they had found a way to use the viruses to cancel one another out. The childlike manner of the “b” small breasts, more innocent behavior, could counteract the breast growth and promiscuity of “a” or vice versus.” She pauses for effect.. “Instead they mutated and created a new strain that combines the majority of “a” with some side effects of “b”.” “So bedwetting nymphomaniacs?” Jason asks “No Jason… think more of dotting mother but with the sexual energy of a teenage boy. In 4 Subjects they even began lactating.” “Oh.. man.. that’s uh…” “Yes, it’s unfortunate. The only silver lining to this is that the “c” strain victim makes an excellent caretaker to “b” victims. Their need to take care of a helpless girl gives them purpose while they can still live a mostly normal life.” “Mrs Perkins?” A Secret Service agent says tapping the spokeswoman on the shoulder. “Huh?” She says looking at the large African American man. But she doesn’t need to be told, her momentary loss of focus turned into a steady dribble of pee easily pouring through her training panties and puddling on the floor beneath her answering the question of if and which strain she has. “Oh!” She says trying to squeeze the flow to no avail. Her bladder only stops because it is empty about 30 seconds later. She looks down at her feet and then to the President… “I’m… sorry…” she whimpers.. too professional to run in shame she just stands next to the podium in her wet panties waiting for closing remarks. As shocking as it might seem to have the press secretary for the US President wet her panties on live TV, it didn’t cause much more than a passing glance to the audience. This type of “accident” was becoming commonplace with so many women infected with the “b” strain. In most cases the only “embarrassing” moment came from another woman chastising the panty wetter for not wearing protection. Just a week ago the young redhead ABC correspondent was brought to task after wetting her pants and ruining a chair in this very room. Now she’s on the back row, smart business slacks replaced by the normal pleated skirt hiding a diaper underneath. Marylyn smiles to the crowd and then closes with strong words of encouragement to the public to keep an eye out for their fellow man (or woman) and we will all get through this together. “Which version of the Virus do you have Madam President? “a” or “b”?” The redhead calls out as the President starts to walk out. She grips the podium in frustration. “Neither.” She says flatly. “So you have been able to avoid being a baby or a bimbo then.” Asks Jeff from The NY Times. “A baby?” She scowls.. “How dare you refer to the women in this very room struck by this virus as such a helpless term.” She waves her hand towards Allison and then to two other “b” virus sufferers in the room. “These women are strong and independent. Hardly “babies”.” She grips the podium again and her voice strains “And as for “Bimbo”…. Well, that is udderly ridiculous.” She looks at her watch and then turns quickly leaving the room…. “B… but I don’t need any help?” An embarrassed Allison says as Phyllis, one of the staff maids causally brushes the soggy bottomed girl’s hands away like you would a protesting toddler. “Well honey it looks like you’ve had an accident and we need to get you out of these wet clothes.” She says setting Allison’s jacket on a bench and then reaches down and slips Allison’s high heels off of her feet returning the once 5’7” woman standing in her soggy pantyhose to her new height. Ever since she contracted the virus she’s been working very hard to hide the physical changes to her body. Higher and higher heels to keep her appearing to be the same height when in reality today’s heels had a platform and she still only came to 5’5”. “I don’t think those heels are going to cut it anymore honey.” Phyllis says as she slips Allison’s skirt off her thinning hips setting aside and looking at the 4’11” woman. “Even your feet are getting smaller and I don’t think they make those heels in children’s shoe sizes.” Allison feels tears well up in her eyes. Phyllis sees them and then reaches into her pocket and produces a pacifier which she quickly pops into the small woman’s mouth. “Now let’s get you finished up.” She slides the wet stockings off of her legs and drops them in the wastebasket followed by unbuttoning her blouse to reveal the next portion of her “disguise”; a padded bra with silicone inserts. She sets the shirt aside and then unclasps the bra causing the embarrassed girl to start sucking on her pací much faster. “Don’t be shy baby, look at this cute training bra you have!” Allison looks down at the thin cotton material and smiles around her paci. “Look! It’s My Little Pony just like Pací!” Phyllis says tickling the girl’s tummy. “Now let’s get all of this makeup off ok?” Allison nods and follows the older woman into the bathroom wearing nothing but wet training panties and a matching fabric training bra. Phyllis removes all of Allison’s makeup revealing her new freckled cheeks and puts her hair into two pigtails. Allison giggles as she bounces her head watching them bob back and forth. “Oh oh!” Phyllis says seeing a fresh trickle of pee dripping from the sodden crotch of her little friend’s training panties. Allison looks down and gasps.. she didn’t even feel it this time.. her paci falls from her mouth as she starts crying.. “Now now, it’s ok baby. Come on, let’s get you finished up.” She leads Allison back to the bench and has her lay back before slipping her pací back in her mouth. She slips her wet panties off and then pulls out a few wipes from Allison’s “purse” which everyone “in-house” knows is basically her diaper bag. The occasional “spurt” becoming more and more of a regular wetting. While Allison was hesitant to pack actual diapers (she kept leaking through her pull-ups) Marylyn finally told her she had to but made sure to have a male Secret Service Agent order them online and bring them to the office to help her keep up appearances. It helped that the online sellers had more colorful styles for Allison’s newfound fashion color palette. Allison assumed the position of spreading her legs wide for Phyllis to wipe her bare sex clean; her pubic hair long gone. Phyllis wipes her clean, puts some lotion on her delicate skin, powders her and gets her diaper in place in no time. The small girl sits up and looks to see what kind of diaper she was put in. She smiles seeing that it matches her training bra and paci! “You goth me tha My Liwwle Powny oneths!” She squeals around her pací. “That’s right! I knew you’d love them.” Phyllis pulls her to her feet, gives her a hug and a kiss on her forehead and tells her that she needs to be a big girl and get back to work. “Try to keep them dry baby.” “I will!” Allison says walking away looking down at her new diaper admiring the pretty print… As she nears the back entrance to her office area she suddenly feels her head clear and she gasps dropping her pacifier to the carpeted floor. The worst part of the “b” virus is the part where in a rarer and rarer moment of clarity the infected realizes how childish they look and act.. Allison gets a little choked up with the knowledge that she’s 1 - Diapered. 2 - Wearing nothing but underwear in a public place. 3 - Her change of clothes are in the Oval Office. She’s going to have to pass through the outer office area to get there and EVERYONE is going to see her looking like this! “Don’t cry you dumb baby…” she mutters under her breath stifling her tears… “What was that?” She hears behind (and above) her. “Huh? Oh uh April.. uh nothing.” The embarrassed woman says starting to walk off as confident as a 4’11” flat chested woman in a diaper can.. “Hey little girl.” April (her office nemesis smirks) “you dropped this.” She says bending over in her pencil skirt and picking up the dropped paci, she looks up at Allison lingering just long enough for her “adult” cleavage to tease the now flat Allison. “You know better than to leave your things laying around, that’s just as bad a littering.” She starts to stick the paci in the smaller woman’s mouth but Allison grabs it instead. “Hey!” Allison says as April laughs and doesn’t let go of the item. “Let it go!” “Manners!” April says sternly. “…” April pulls the pack towards her bringing Allison closer “What…Do…You…Say?” She growls “P.. please can I have it?” “Have what?” “The pací please.” “You mean *your* pací right?” “Yes.” “Then say it right Allie.” (She knows she hates that) “Please may I have *my* pací?” “Of course!” April says letting it go, “I just didn’t want you to lose it.” She turns and walks away smiling at another chance to humiliate her rival. Allison frowns realizing that she must have dribbled a little during the confrontation. A quick touch of the padding between her legs confirms a warm pool of pee has quickly been absorbed by the garment. “Dumb bitch.” She says as she hurries through the rows of desks to reach the outer doors of the Oval Office. Allison stands outside the doors and looks at the large clock in the hallway… she knows that President Goodwin doesn’t want to be disturbed right after public speaking but this isn’t a normal situation… Standing in nothing but a diaper and training bra has the humiliated girl almost to tears… She considers her options and then the pressure of having an “audience” behind her gets the best of her. She slowly turns the handle to the door and slips between the slight opening of the door, her diapered butt crinkling as the additional bulk rubs the doorway… Slowly walking towards the office itself she starts noticing a few items out of place. For one, she sees Marylyn’s coat is on a chair and not hanging up. She also notices that a second chair is overturned just before the inner office. Second. The inner doorway is cracked open, something that should never be done. Safety and privacy concerns… She approaches the door and hears a lot of activity on the other side of the door. Peeking through the door she sees the third out of place item. A Whig? It’s a black whig laying next to a maroon garment. She slowly pushes the door open and starts looking around to see where the noise is coming from. She sees a black shirt balled up on the couch. “Lol.. hurry up!” Someone says with a laugh from the other side of the door giving Allison enough of a scare to feel her diapers warming again. She stifles a gasp… and the stands perfectly still for a moment. After a few seconds she realizes that no one has noticed her and she starts sliding through the doorway to investigate further… She sees a beige bodysuit looking garment laying before her while the people in the room are just out of sight to her right. She breathes heavily as she turns and sees the source of the commotion in the room…. In front of her she sees the lewdest of displays right in the President’s office! A platinum blonde is on her knees wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh highs and maroon heels. I’m each of her hands is the erect penis of a secret service agent and as her head bobs up and down on the cock of a third! Allison can’t control her feelings at seeing this display and she pushes the door open and with all the confidence of a flat chested girl in a diaper can muster chastises the group.. “How… how dare you!” She starts “THIS is the PRESIDENT of the United States’ office! Who do you think you are?” She looks at the blonde “stop ignoring me and t.. take that.. penis… out of your mouth!” The blonde continues working the penis in her mouth as the man starts to reach climax… as soon as she feels the first spray she leans her face back letting the next three spurts land on her chest between her cartoonish sized tits.. she looks up and the agent and smiles “Thank you for your cum!” And then she giggles. “I.. I said stop..” Allison starts to speak again but then stops herself in shock as the two other men start cumming as well. Thick loads landing on the large breasts offered up by the kneeling woman. The woman giggles again and then starts rubbing the semen all over her breasts and pinching her nipples. Just then the President’s secret service detail commander steps behind the squatted woman and grabs her by her arms snatching her to her feet. “That’s right! Take her into custody!” Allison squeals. The woman giggles and moans looking back at the large African American agent.. He pushes her over the side of the desk and pulls out a pair of cuffs pinning the woman down. Allison gasps as she sees a thin trail of grool slowly drip from the woman’s sex towards the floor.. she also can’t help but worry about all of the cum that’s getting in her boss’ desk and paperwork… The woman arches her back pushing her plump ass against the crotch of the large agent.. “Hurry up!” She moans.. “You want this?” He says gripping the half naked woman’s ass and then giving it a slap. Allison covers her mouth at the way he’s treating this criminal but she also thinks about how a bad girl *does* get spanked so it serves her right… she slips her paci in her mouth glad *she* isn’t the naughty girl getting a spanking… As Allison starts slipping into the virus’ clutch again the woman starts talking dirty to the Agent about how much she wants his fat black cock… He reaches between her cheeks and roughly snatches out a large butt plug, turns it off (it was vibrating) and snatching the woman’s head around by her hair shoved it between her lips! He pulls out his erect 12” cock and then lining up he shoves it in her dripping slit.. the woman moans and starts protesting around the buttplug in her mouth.. Allison sucks her paci harder as the woman finally turns her face towards Allison and she sees that this busty vixen is none other than President Goodwin! Before Allison has a chance to get her thoughts together at this revelation Marylyn spits the plug out of her mouth and turns around saying “Not there! Not there!!! Put it in my ass!!! Fuck my slutty ass!” “Ma’am! N.. no!” Allison says approaching the scene. “You.. you stop that!! Now!” Allison says slapping the arm of the large man. “Little girl back up.” Marylyn says scowling at her press secretary.. “I’m not.. he’s raping you?” “God.. he isn’t raping me you silly little baby.” Marylyn says as he pulls out of her and then she moans with glee when he shoves his member into her ass beginning to long stroke the woman’s asshole.. “He’s… Fucking… my…. Ass… mmm… gawd…..yes…. Yes….. YES!!!!… Fuck!!… Fuck.. Me.. Daddy…Fuck…” she shouts between thrusts until she loses focus on speaking and just starts moaning dropping her head onto the desk while her ass is slapped and he pumps her asshole for all she is worth… “No! Pwease! You can’t…” Allison can’t piece her thoughts together.. “Oof!” She suddenly feels pressure somewhere besides her bladder… “oh!” She grabs her belly… “I gotta…” she grabs the face of Marylyn and turns her to face her.. “I gotta go bad!” She whines.. “Well go! Can’t you see I’m busy?” Allison starts tearing up… “I can’t undo dees.” She says clutching at her diaper.. she fumbles with the wet diaper but her infantile state has her fiddling with the tapes to no avail.. “Help!” She says pleading with her boss.. “Shut up little baby! How’s he supposed to dump his cum in my ass with a baby whining in the room? *God*… Just use your diaper.” Allison looks at the man thrusting himself into Marylyn and another spasm hits her bowels.. “Go on baby. Show us what a good baby you can be?” He says between thrusts. Allison squeaks as she feels her anus release and she fills her diaper in the middle of the oval office surrounded by people that used to respect her.. and she used to respect… “Good job baby.. now this Slut needs her ass filled. So shut up and someone will change you soon.” One of the agents says stepping over to Marylyn’s face slipping he semi erected member in her mouth. “Oh goody!” She says happily sucking his cock back to full erection. Allison slowly moves away from the desk tears rolling down her cheeks as she watches her mentor, her boss, THE President happily getting ass-fucked over her desk while giving head… Moments later Marylyn has an orgasm as the agent shoots load after load into her ass…. She quickly drops down to her knees in front of the other agent just in time to catch his second eruption of cum onto her breasts… Allison sinks to her knees and starts crawling over to Marylyn while she rubs the fresh cum onto her breasts. She looks over at the crying girl in her sagging diaper and feels sorry for her. While she gets all the cock she could want, this little girl is stuck being a baby… and diaper wearing baby… and little babies need a Mommy… and Mommy’s take care of their babies.. (her sex starts dripping on the floor beneath her) and Mommy’s *feed* their sweet….little….girl…. Marylyn’s fingers get wet as her breasts start letting down sweet milk for her little girl.. Allison sees the milk and drops her pací to the floor… “Come here Allie.. Mommy has milky for her baby.” Marylyn coos. 1 week later… Anchor 1 (female) “As Vice President Jones takes over as President we are left with the news that President Goodwin, in an effort to be vaccinated against both strains found herself with the “Mommy” strain. She had been hiding the effects of the virus for months wearing whigs, shape-wear to hide her expanded figure, and apparently getting regular semen treatments from a group of men in the Oval Office. She has retired from public life and is now focused on taking care of her former Press Secretary Allie.” Anchor 2 (male) “Let’s check in with these two brave women.” The camera cuts to scenes of a buxom blonde in fifties looking clothing playing with a much smaller woman in pink gingham overalls (obviously diapered) in a park, walking on the beach, her string bikini straining to contain Marylyn’s curves while Allie is wearing only a swim diaper. And finally cuts to a live feed of both women sitting on a couch. “Hiya!” Marylyn giggles with a wave. “Hello Madam President.” “Oh just call me Marylyn.. or Mommy. I’m pretty used to that one.” She smiles. “Ok Marylyn.. uh.” “Or Kitten! I like that one too!” She giggles.. “Yes ma’am.. um.. We just wanted to check in with you since you came forward about having the “c” strain of the virus. How have you been?” “Oh! Well I’d say I’m great! I mean, I have a sweet little girl, I have nice clothes.. and these titties are pretty fantastic too right?” She says leaning forward showing her cleavage… “Oh! Uh.. yes ma’am.. you look great.” He clears his throat “Allie? How are you doing these days?” Allison blushes becoming suddenly shy like a toddler would at being addressed by an adult. “It’s ok baby, talk to the nice man.” Marylyn says tickling Allison’s tummy through her dress. “Hi….” She whispers. “Hi! So tell us how you are doing. How have you handled life with the “b” virus?” “It.. it’s ok I guess… “ she looks around and then Marylyn whispers in her ear and she smiles.. “Well what is making you smile Allison?” “Mommy says that if I keep my diaper dry today she will let me try training panties tomorrow!” She beams.. “Oh that’s.. uh… nice?” “And how about you Marylyn?” “Oh my panties are *never* dry honey. When you have *this* body.. let me tell you, my pussy is ALWAYS soaked!” The camera switches back to the anchor that is just speechless.. “uh.. I meant how has life treated you since you left public life..” “Oh! I’m so dumb sometimes.. I guess I shouldn’t have told you about how wet my slit stays. Ummmmm.. mmmm.. Well things are good. I still get semen treatments and I make enough milk to feed my baby and donate to the woman’s center for those women that can’t produce milk. I get to travel and meet men.. or I mean, people. So it’s like a vacation everyday!” “Great! We’re glad to hear you are both doing so well. Madam President, you mentioned getting regular semen treatments, have they worked to slow the virus?” “Well look at this body honey! I don’t think the virus is very slow with these mommy milkers.” She giggles heaving her breasts at the camera again. “But the treatments sure are fun!” The anchor shifts in his seat.. “So… How do you take the treatments?” The female anchor adds “Yes, you said they were fun?” “They are! I take them in my ass! I meet a nice guy, bring him back here and then he puts his cock in my ass and…. Mmmmm… it’s fun!” She giggles again and then stares the camera smiling as if this was the most natural thing to talk about on live news…. The camera switches to the two anchors who are speechless and then cuts to comercial for a new “Big Girl Diaper”… The End

Part 3 “Court is back in Session.” The bailiff announces now that everyone is back in the courtroom. “Are you ready to proceed councilor?” Judge Harkens says once again the appearance of a professional.. “Y.. yes ma’am..” she stammers out.. “Your Honor I thought this was a courtroom and only the most professional attorneys have the right to be here. I can’t believe that Mrs. McNeal is speaking to you sitting down.” He looks at Kaycee. “Stand up to speak to her, she’s earned it.” Kaycee blushes and then stands. “Y… Your Honor…. We’d like to… drop all charges …” The courtroom erupts into the noise of the audience which is quickly silenced by Judge Harken. “If that is your decision then we will consider this case dismissed.” Kaycee quickly sits and the looks to Jerome, then towards the judge’s chamber door.. Jerome and Joe step over to Kaycee and Jerome takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. “Great job councilor, hell we are going to work on getting you assigned all of our cases by our buddy the DA.” “Th.. thank you…” Jerome leans in close to her ear still holding her hand and says “Do it now.” The sounds of the courtroom stifle the sound of Kaycee McNeal, Assistant DA expelling the small glycerin enema into her panties. The slurry of feces and water running down her thighs onto the floor below. The perfect assurance that she’d “Do the right thing.” “You dirty girl, we should go get you cleaned up. I’m sure Emily wants a clean diaper by now.” Joe and Jerome lead her into the judges chamber to begin her new life as a slave to the Mob… more Adventures to come later!

Part 2 “Finally woman! Please, let’s hurry this up.” Judge Harken growls. Kaycee quickly takes her seat and then looks over to see Jerome leering at her and then feigning ignorance points at his chest and mouths “What does that say?” Before laughing again. “Mrs McNeal TODAY!” “Yes ma’am.. I’m sorry.” “So you keep telling us.” The judge says before suddenly sitting up straight in her chair gripping the armrests. She starts to rise and then looks over to see Jerome showing Joe something on his phone which she can only assume is the pictures from the night before. She hears noise behind her and turns to see Paulie, her “date” from the night before that turned out to be Jerome’s younger nephew. He simulates her giving him a blowjob and then laughs. “Mrs McNeal I’m not sure what game you are playing but….” Judge Harken says starting to stand “but…. I’ve had enough of it.” She looks at the defendant and then looking at the way that Kaycee is behaving suggests “Do you need to speak with me in my chamber? If there is something you need to tell me…” Kaycee looks over at Jerome as if she were a little girl afraid to tattle but before she can say anything Joe replies “Your Honor, I hope you aren’t insinuating that the good councilor is being intimidated or harassed in some way by my client.” Now it’s the judge’s turn to look concerned. “No councilor I was simply asking her.” “Because if you’d like for us all to come in your office…” he looks at Jerome “I’m certain that we can expel any issues and get this whole thing cleaned up.” His odd way of phrasing leading to “huh?’s” from the audience. Even the bailiff raises an eyebrow. “Ok… Yes that sounds good.” she replies. “We will take a 30 minute.” (She sees a smirk from Joe) “Make it a one hour recess.” The judge quickly darts into her office followed by both sides of the case. “Now no more games Kaycee. Tell me what is going on.” “Yes ma’am. You see…” Kaycee begins retelling her last 24 hours to the judge and how she is being blackmailed to dismiss the case. She can’t quite believe it but the judge doesn’t seem to care about the entire issue merely looking at Joe as if she wants HIS permission or something. “And that is what is happening ma’am.” Kaycee finishes. “What about the rest?” Joe says looking at Kaycee. “What?” “Aren’t you going to tell us about the naughty writing on your tits?” He laughs. “Fuck you Joe.” Kaycee growls “Fuck me? No cunt. Fuck you. Take off the fucking jacket and show Emily the truth about last night.” Kaycee looks at the judge but she just looks uncomfortable and looks at the gold buttons of Kaycee’s jacket. “I… I don’t have to..” “Show us your tits.” Jerome says. “I’m afraid I can’t… I can’t help you without proof.” Judge Harken says though her skin looks pale.. Kaycee stands and unbuttons her jacket turning her back towards the two men. “Oh my…” “I told you ma’am… please help me!” “Do you want to dismiss the case?” “Ma’am?” “Don’t you think you should drop the case?” “Why would… Shouldn’t I push..” “God damnit girl how stupid are you?” Judge Harkens barks “You can’t possibly think you won’t be ruined here? Drop the case.” “No.. I told you this so you’d help me?” “How dense can you be?” Emily Harken says standing up and holding her belly. “Joe.. Please, I’ve done my part here… I can’t do this much longer.” She says walking towards the attorney. “Sorry Slut.. Not till she says the fucking words.” Joe says flatly. “Now get over here and show us what a good little whore you can be.” Kaycee finally understands, the judge is being blackmailed too. There is no escape for her, she sees Joe pull out his cock and Emily takes it in her mouth, her black robe betrayed by her soiled moral compass. “Your turn bitch.” Jerome says unzipping his slacks and pulling out his half erect penis. “Suck it.” She shivers and shakes her head back and forth. He laughs. Ok. I told you we can always make it worse. Watch your little friend over there. She looks to see Judge Harken giving the blowjob of a lifetime to Joe. He’s holding her dark hair in his fist pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. “That’s my girl.. that’s it. Suck it you little bitch.” He leans back and grips her head and says “Good Girl…” Just as he sprays his cum into her throat. She sits back on her heels and opens her mouth allowing some of the cum to drip down her chin and a few drops fall on her robe. While her docile pose screams “porn star” her eyes look almost pleadingly staring into Joe’s face…. “You see Kaycee… This whole case is useless to try. We own the cops, we own this little piece of ass, and thanks to your slutty behavior last night… we own you too.” He stands and steps towards the kneeling judge and pats her on the head. “Get up. Time to show your friend just how much control we have over you.” Judge Harken stands and faces Kaycee. “Show her your wardrobe for today’s court session.” Kaycee watches as the once powerful judge removes her robe exposing her large fake breast. Kaycee doesn’t remember her having a large bust, she’s always looked up to her as a mentor… “Ugh!” Emily whimpers as Joe pinches her left nipple.. “Like these? Yeah, the family gave her to me and I decided I wanted some big fake porn star tits to fuck.” He looks at her and then whispers in her ear. Emily looks at Jerome and Kaycee and then tilts her head down to let the remainder of his cum drip down her cleavage. Some makes its way to her swollen belly. “Swollen belly?” Kaycee thinks. “God I hope they didn’t knock her up?” “You’ve done a great job today your slutness. You’ve been such a good girl. Now why don’t you show Kaycee what we do to judges that don’t get cases dismissed to our approval.” Emily starts whimpering and then drops her robe to her feet exposing a very bulky adult diaper! “Make her understand.” “Yes sir.” Emily says turning around and without hesitation begins emptying her bowels into the thick padding. She strains and puts her hands on her desk.. Several loud squirts and farts later she turns around and her belly is back to normal. “One gallon… one gallon enema is what we got her up to today. She might have been a tiger in the courtroom at one time but now she’s a docile little kitten.” Emily waddles to Kaycee and pleads with her to drop the case before they do something worse.. “Ok.. I’ll do it…. Please don’t… what do you want?” She says looking at Jerome. He looks down as his cock.. A few minutes later and Kaycee looks down at her chest, Jerome’s fresh cum dripping along side the dried cum from last night. “Good girl.” Jerome says patting her head. “Look at the time, recess is about over ladies.” Joe says patting Emily’s diapered butt. Emily reaches for the bag next to her desk “Leave it. You can change it *after* our friend here keeps her end of the bargain.” Emily winces and then puts her robe back on, the back puffed out from the full diaper. She starts to waddle to the door Kaycee stands and promises she will ask Judge Harken to dismiss the case as soon as they get in court. “I want to believe you, but the kind of girl that sucks any cock that comes near her slutty mouth will probably say anything so I’m going to need some reassurance.”

A girl likes a good buildup if that’s ok with you.

Kaycee McNeal - Lawyer for the Mob Part 1 Kaycee McNeal looks nervously at the legal pad in front of her on the table. She doesn’t dare look to her left at the defendant in her current case but she “feels” him staring at her. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat and tries to fight the panic that she knows is making her cheeks flush… Looking up at the Judge presiding over this case Kaycee gets even more flustered because the usual patient Judge Harken looks like she is ready to throw her gavel at her.. Her cheeks are also flush Kaycee notices, but she’s sure that it’s because she’s been sitting there like a bump on a log for 5 minutes now instead of beginning her argument against Jerome Giovanni. She finds herself looking over at him when she says his name in her mind and sure enough; the large “enforcer” for the mob is staring at her and smiling. She darts her eyes down just as he nudges his attorney Joseph P. Dismissed and they share a knowing chuckle. Kaycee cringes at the thought of Joe. Sleazy Lawyer to the underworld from LA to Houston. He actually had his last name legally changed to “Dismissed”.. “Ugh!” She mutters under her breath. For all of the fear that Jerome has instilled in Kaycee, her disgust with Joe still finds a way to break through. “Councilor?” Judge Harken practically barks.. “Yes your honor, excuse me.. I am ready to begin.” Kaycee begins to stand when suddenly she is overwhelmed with nausea.. she feels lightheaded and holding up her hand the Judge rolls her eyes with a “Oh my God just go!” dismissing the young prosecutor to step out of the courtroom. The only sound you can hear in the hallway is the click-clack of Kaycee’s fashionable heels as she rushes to the nearby lady’s room. She opens the door and heads for the nearest stall while quickly unbuttoning her navy blue blazer afraid she will vomit before she has a chance to reach the toilet.. she makes it, but just barely. “That sounds rough.” A voice says behind her. As sick as Kaycee feels she is embarrassed to know that someone is standing over her while she’s on her knees holding her light brown hair leaning over the toilet bowl. “It is.. I’m so sorry you had to hear that.” She apologizes to the stranger. “Hey it’s ok. Big case, big nerves.” The voice says handing her some toilet paper. “I.. I guess so..” she responds meekly “That or you drank way too much for a pretty little thing like you last night right Kaycee?” Kaycee suddenly feels a twinge of fear mixed with anger.. “Here, let me help you.” The voice says reaching down and grabbing a handful of the nauseous lawyer’s hair and quickly snatching it back forcing Kaycee to look up into the large woman’s eyes. “Don’t worry dear… the drugs will wear off soon. We just wanted you to know who owns your ass from here out.” She says pulling her to her feet. “Let me go!” Kaycee whimpers as the woman grabs her by her waist and pulls her from the stall shoving her over to a sink with a tight grip on her hair. “Come on now, you know what to do.” The woman says shoving her foot between Kaycee’s heels and then quickly sliding her foot up sliding her skirt up her thighs. “Spread em.” Kaycee starts to tear up.. the memory (or what she can recall) of last night flooding her mind. “That’s a good girl, now show me.” Kaycee looks at herself in the mirror. At 27 years old she is a natural beauty. Her green eyes and perfectly pouty lips under a button nose give her a sexy girl next door appearance. Her white blouse is strained against her 34D breasts accentuated further by her arms being pinned behind her back by her tormentor. The navy skirt she wears is hiked up to her upper thigh exposing the cream colored panties beneath. Her attacker on the other hand is a tall blonde woman that would remind you of a Swedish masseuse stereotype. A large woman with broad shoulder, matching bust, a tapered waist and floating hips. She easily stands a foot taller than the 5’4” lawyer she has pinned against the sink. She releases Kaycee’s wrists and as the first tear rolls down her cheek she starts unbuttoning her blouse to expose a matching cream lace bra. “Didn’t even try to wash it off… Good girl.” She says laughing at the black sharpie words on Kaycee’s chest. “Now be a dear and read it.” Kaycee blushes as she stares at the black writing across her cleavage… “Hurry up! Judge is waiting!” “I’m…” Kaycee stutters “I’m a dumb slut…” “Let me help!” The Amazonian sized woman reaches around and grips the front of her bra before ripping it from her chest exposing the smaller woman’s ample breasts. “Now you can read it all.” “I shouldn’t look… look… for di… dick like a little whore…” Kaycee’s voice breaks and she starts sobbing. “Oh Jesus..” the woman says yanking her away from the sink spinning her around by her waist and then ripping the two remaining buttons of her blouse out of the way exposing the lawyer’s entire torso. “It says. “I’m a dumb slut. I shouldn’t look for dick like a little whore. Now I’m a Mob Owned Bitch.” Kaycee sinks to her knees as her previous night comes in flashes.. She’s at a bar having a drink. She sees a man looking her way. Three drinks later she decides that it’s *his* lucky night as she invites him to her place. She blushes as she remembers how she reached for his cock as she fumbled to open the door to her condo. Once inside she quickly starts stripping her work attire off and telling him how wild she was going to get with him. Fast forward and she’s on her knees before him taking his erect penis into her mouth and wondering if she can fit this big a thing in her tight slit. She remembers hearing laughter. Then the lights come on and she’s surrounded by several men and a few women. They tell her to keep going as they snap pictures of her and video her now less enthusiastic blowjob of Paul from the bar. He grabs her hair and starts throat fucking her for all she is worth ending with him pulling out and shooting his load all over her face and chest. “Good work Paulie!” A man says stepping from the shadows. It’s Jerome. The mobster she is supposed to prosecute the next morning in court! “Now check this out bitch” he says pulling her to her feet. “Tomorrow you are going to drop this case or us releasing these pics and videos will be the least of your fucking worries.” She doesn’t remember much else from the evening other than the warning that she better not try to clean off from the night. Kaycee slowly stands in the lady’s room and faces the large woman.. “I gotta get back before they send someone..” “Fine, but let me help you with your clothes first.” She steps close to Kaycee “Can’t let you go in there looking like a slob right?” She pulls a box cutter out of her pocket and quickly slices the straps to Kaycee’s lace bra then quickly pulls it away from her and drops it on the floor. “This shirt is ruined.” She says looking at the ripped buttons. She smiles at the scared lawyer and then rips the shirt from her small frame leaving her topless. Kaycee gasps at the way she is being handled and then quickly covers her exposed breasts. “Here put this back on, maybe it will cover your body art.” She says tossing her the navy blazer she had been wearing. She then leans close to Kaycee’s exposed chest and seeing the dried semen gives her a knowing wink. “Good girl, quite the listener. That’s good.” Kaycee quickly buttons the three buttons and notices that while it hides her “art” she definitely doesn’t look like a professional lawyer, more like a woman looking for some action in a professional office. “Go!” The woman says smacking her across her ass and pushing her back into the hallway. “And remember, we fucking own your ass now.” Kaycee wipes a tear off her face as she adjusts her skirt and then enters the courtroom.

Well this one is finished up but I plan to write some more stories about Kat. I like her style. ? ❤️-K

Part VII “Let’s see.” I say looking at Kelly. “Kelly, do you want to put on your uniform and go pretend that you are a big, bad, police investigator? Or do you want to be a sweet baby girl that gets taken care of since you are just too little to be out on your own?” For a moment I give Kelly her memories of the last few days… the knowledge that I took a young self confident investigator and have reduced her to a tiny, flat chested, bedwetter that depends on training panties during the day to keep herself dry. “I uh….” She looks down at herself and then at Bridgette.. “I..” “Kelly, time to fess up…” “I… I broke up your boyfriend ma’am… I thought it would be funny… I was a bad girl…” she says looking down at the floor. “What are you taking about?” Beth says “I’ve been with Dave since just after high school?” Kelly looks confused…. Then back at me. “Well you’re just being silly. If it was my last boyfriend.. I’m better off without him.” Beth laughs standing up and kissing Dave. “Your boobs baby.” He says pointing out that she never did put them away. “Oh!” She laughs and starts adjusting herself. “Kelly.. I’m glad you admitted that, but I was actually talking about your other little secret.” I say pointing at her training panties. “Oh….. that…” “What is it?” Beth says? The meek, almost naked girl tears up a little and then says “I wet my bed last night…” she starts sniffling. “Oh no! Well honey why weren’t you in your pull-ups? You said you wear those for bed?” The dam breaks and Kelly cries “I… I did wear my pull-ups but… but I wet them too much and… and I was sleepy so… I didn’t get up to change it and… then I woke up in a wet bed..” Beth grabs the girl and starts hugging her tightly…”it’s ok! That’s alright, you were just sleepy and had an accident… you couldn’t help it could you?” “Na uh!” She sobs burying her face in the bosom of her former subordinate… “Oh Dave! She needs a home where someone will take care of her.” Beth says kissing the girl on the top of her head. “Well I don’t know…” Dave responds. “What do you think? Do you want to come live with us?” “Yes Sir, I promise I’ll keep my bed dry…. If… if someone checks on me at night…” she stops crying and wipes her eyes as she warms up to the idea… “What do you think Katerina?” Beth asks me. “I think that our girl here has done a great job of showing us what a little girl she really is the last two days. She wets her pants, wets her bed, wants milk from the teat… I don’t know though.. does she have what it takes to be a good baby?” “Please ma’am! Tell her that I can be the bestest baby!” Kelly tells Beth. “Oh honey. Knock off the formalities and call me mommy, I bet you’d be a perfect baby!” Kelly beams looking at Beth and then back to me. “See! Mommy says I can do it!” “Well I think we need one more thing to prove what a good baby you are.” I say (Adjustment made) Suddenly Kelly starts fidgeting… “oh!” She says standing awkwardly.. “What do little babies wear?” I ask “Baby clothes?” “And?” “And…. Oh!…. My tummy….” “Do babies get to wear training panties or pull-ups?” “Ugh…… No ma’am!….” “Why’s that?” “Cause… cause they need…. Ugh…. Diapers?” “So show us what a good baby you are and just how much you need your diapers.” Kelly bends her knees and starts grunting.. after a few wet farts her anus opens up and completely fills the seat of her training panties causing them to sag and expose a cute little “plumbers crack”.. “That’s a good girl!” I say. “Get your diaper bag and let’s get you dressed the way a little baby *should* be dressed.” Kelly grabs her Hello Kitty diaper bag from her chair and sets it on the table. Beth dutifully begins setting out everything needed to clean up her girl and get her in the safety of a thick diaper. After just a few minutes our sweet Kelly is wearing a blue diaper and a crop top shirt that is white with blue shirt sleeves. It says “Future Policewoman, just like Mommy!” On the front. Beth slides the ankle socks and sneakers on her feet before telling her to go play with Bridgette while the grownups talk. “I think she’s perfect!” Beth tells us looking at the small diapered girl playing with the nude fox on the floor. “I agree! And since she’s already familiar with you guys she’s perfect for your little family.” “I’m fine with it… but that diaper smell was… whoa!” “Oh Dave don’t worry about that; that was every bit of the “big girl” food left in her little tummy. It’s breastmilk from now on and those poops smell a lot better.” “Well she certainly can produce enough to keep her healthy.” Dave says kissing his busty wife on the cheek. “Maybe my body knew I’d have a hungry girl all along!” “I bet!” I laugh. “So… about the fox girl?” “What about her?” “Well honey, what do we do about her? Clearly she’s not a victim.” Beth says pointing. “I mean, look how excited she is playing with our Kelly.” The trio watches as Kelly pets the excited Bridgette. She’s hoping from side to side and rubbing her head up against Kelly’s chest pushing her back to the floor. “Ok. Case is closed on that.” Dave says smiling. “Kinda hard to be a victim when all you want to do is play with our little girl and she doesn’t seem to have a care in the world outside of that.” Kelly stands up and approaches the “grown ups” and tells us that she’s decided to rename Bridgette. “Oh yeah? What should she be called?” I ask “Foxy” of course!” She giggles out “She’s just a little fox and Bridgette is a dumb name for a pet.” “A pet?” I ask “Uh yeah… um… I mean, we can’t send her back to the forest…” she looks at her parents with pleading eyes. “Mommy and Daddy… can we keep Foxy?” “I don’t know baby. That’s a big responsibility.” Dave says raising an eyebrow. “Do you think you are big enough to do that?” “Yes Daddy!!!” Kelly looks down at herself and then “I’ll only be a little baby for a little longer.. I’ll be potty trained and everything soon!” “Potty trained?” Beth says surprised “Yeth Mommy! You’ll see! I’ll use my potty and.. and I’ll be careful how much I drink before bedtime… and I’ll be in big girl panties in no time!” “Well how can you argue with that?” I laugh “Ok baby. You can keep Foxy.” Dave replies. “I can!!! Did you hear that Foxy!? You’re my pet now! We’re gonna have you a bed in my room and.. and you can learn to potty outside… and.. we can play together!….” She starts fidgeting around “And… and.. Oh! I gotta go potty!” She squeals. “Baby, I think you already did.” Beth says pointing at her wetness indicator on the front of her diaper. Kelly looks down at the diaper and then shrugs. “I thought you said you were gonna be potty trained in no time?” I tease. “Wellllll…. Maybe we can start tomorrow.” Kelly says. We all laugh and tell her that she can try again tomorrow. I pull a pink leash out of my own purse and hand it to Kelly. She clips it to the collar around “Foxy’s” neck and Kelly, Foxy, and her new parents walk through the station to start their new life as a happy family… I made one last adjustment to the world around us so that no one thinks anything odd about a nude girl with fox ears, a collar and leash, and a fluffy buttplug crawling along side her new owners. As I step out of the station I see a woman honking her horn at an old woman slowly crossing the street… I look at my watch. 1pm. “Hmmmm. I’ve got nothing to do till dinner, maybe I can help this chick with some manners.” I say to myself as I start walking their way… The End…

Day 2 (Part VI) Waiting in the station I see a couple walk in holding hands. They look like they could be Ken and Barbie. The woman is probably mid 20’s, I’d say 5’10”, blonde hair, long legs, and great curves. The man is at least 6’4” black hair, strong jaw, with a muscular shape that would give Superman a run for his money. “Hey Kelly! We can take you back as soon as we get everything ready.” The tall blonde says smiling. “Thanks Beth!” I see Dave smack her on the ass as they enter the doorway leading to the interview rooms and I smile. The door opens and a timid girl of about 18 walks in eyeing me nervously; she’s about 5 feet tall, has her hair in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a cute blue dress with puffy sleeves and a very short hem. She walks by me and keeps pushing her dress down in the back, an obvious attempt to hide the white training pants with blue trim that’s visible with every step. “Excuse me Officer; can you please escort me back to the interview rooms?” I call out. “I’m not… I’m not an officer here, I’m just here as a part of an internship from my high school. I don’t graduate till this summer.” “Oh I’m sorry, my mistake. I was just certain that you were a police officer.” “One day! I sure hope so!” She actually smiles at that comment. “But I can take you back there. I’m sure Sgt Dave won’t mind.” (I figure Dave needs a raise) “Well thank you.” I say following the short girl through the door. “Yes ma’am.” As we walk down the hall I decide to make small talk. “So tell me Kelly, did you keep your bed dry last night?” Kelly stops in her tracks.. she looks up at me.. then back at the floor.. “Uh oh!” “Please don’t tell them when we get there. It was an accident and…” she starts tearing up “and if they find out, they might not let me become a police officer…” “There there… let’s dry these tears. No one is going to let you be an officer if you can’t stop crying either.” I say wiping her face. “There we go. Now, are you wearing a pull-up? I hear these interviews can be very long.” Leaning close to me she whispers “No ma’am, im wearing my training pants.” I raise an eyebrow and she smiles “No! It’s ok. I have a potty seat on there that they got me for when im working here.” “They did? That seems weird.” (Even though this is my idea lol) “Well yeah? I mean I’m not a full police officer so I can’t just roam the halls alone. It made sense to have a potty seat in the interview rooms so that I didn’t interrupt.” “Well that isn’t weird at all!” I say as we enter the room. Once we are inside I take a seat next to Bridgette. She’s in her white fox with pink tips outfit today. As I take my seat I look at the back of her seat and see that she’s pushed her rump up against the back of the chair so her “tail” can freely hang behind her, the pink tip just inches from the floor. “Hey Bridgette! I like your ears!” Kelly says with a giggle sitting across from us. Bridgette doesn’t respond but she smiles and wiggles her plugged ass in response. After about 5 minutes of small talk I see the door open from the AV room and Beth steps out fixing her white shirt. There’s a few wet spots on the front letting me know she has fresh cum on her breasts. “Excuse me for the delay. Something came up.” She giggles taking her seat. I also laugh at the comment. “I bet.” “Now. Before we get started, Kelly?” “Yes ma’am?” “Do you need to go potty? I don’t want to have to stop in the middle like last time.” “No ma’am! I went right before I left home.” She says proudly. “That’s a good girl.” Beth says touching her hand. “Now Bridgette let’s discuss your um… new wardrobe…” Beth spends several minutes talking with Bridgette about her fetish and how she loves being a pet fox, the entire time Kelly seems uncomfortable with the discussion especially when they discuss Bridgette’s plug in her “bottom” (as Kelly calls it) and you can tell that all sexual comments are making her even more self conscious. Dave steps out and brings everyone some coffee, Bridgette doesn’t want hers since “Pets don’t drink coffee!” so Beth asks Kelly to go bring her friend something to drink. Bridgette smiles and opening her backpack pulls out a small bowl that says “Foxy Girl” on the side and Kelly sets it on the floor filling it up with a bottle of water. Kelly sits back in her chair and opens a bottle of water for herself while Bridgette stares at the bowl and then back at me. “Good girl! You may drink.” The sexy pet girl slides out of her chair and getting on all fours starts lapping up the water, her outfit making this seemingly innocent event look quite erotic. She’s wearing a white fuzzy bra top with a matching micro skirt in white with pink trim at the hem. The skirt is short enough that her ass is completely exposed in this position giving us a full view of her plugged ass. The only thing keeping her smooth sex from being seen is the tail swaying back and forth while she drinks. Even Dave sits up to watch the action, she takes her seat again when she’s finished like it was the most natural thing in the world. (Adjustments made) At the 1.5 hour mark Beth looks uncomfortable in her seat. I decide to take a break from the “business at hand”… “Beth, um…. Are you pregnant?” Beth looks over to Dave and then quietly says “No.” “Oh? I well, you just look like you are glowing and from where I’m sitting it certainly looks like your breasts are swollen.” Beth laughs and then opens up… “Well me and Dave have been married for 2 years now and we really are ready to start a family.” “Oh! Ok. So what’s the holdup?” “I don’t know, we certainly get a lot of practice in at trying to get pregnant but it just doesn’t happen. We’ve been seeing doctors and to tell you the truth… I even started inducing lactation because we were told we might end up adopting a newborn. I want that connection you know?” “You mean… you have milk?” Kelly says staring at her full bust. “Well yeah. I mean, we are supposed to meet with a representative about adopting next week so we wanted to be ready to show them our commitment to the idea.” Kelly swallows the last of her water at the comment… “I think you’ll be a good mommy.. uh.. mom.” “Thanks honey, and I think you will be a good police girl too!” I notice Kelly is fidgety again.. “Why don’t you go potty Kelly?” Kelly looks at Beth who nods her approval. “Go ahead Kelly, we should be about finished here.” Kelly reaches under the table and slides her potty out. She stands up and slides her panties down and then straddles the seat and empties her bladder in the silence of the room. She stands up and then looks at Beth. Beth takes the cue and pulling a small box of wipes out she walks over and cleans the half naked girl’s vagina and turns her around running a wipe up the crack of her butt. “All clean Kelly!” Kelly giggles and pulls her thick panties up catching the back of her dress in the elastic leaving her white pantied bottom in view before taking her seat again. Back to Bridgette, she talks about how happy she is now and that she wants to find a “mate” since she’s always feeling like she’s in “heat”, she’s thankful that I help her with “human” things like money and a place to live. She says how she “willy wuvs” her bed on the floor in the kitchen, but it says it’s a puppy bed and she’s a fox. Another 15 minutes of Bridgette going on like an excited kid about her perfect life with me and I look over noticing Beth appears to be in some real discomfort…. “What’s wrong Beth?” “Nothing, just feeling kinda sore.” She says looking at her watch. “Can we please finish this up?” “I think so, Do you have anymore questions for Bridgette or myself?” “No!” Beth practically whines… I can tell her breasts are engorged so I decide to find a way to drag this out a little longer.. “What about you Dave?” “No, I don’t even see what the problem is. She wants to be a pet, be a pet?” “So understanding Dave! I bet you are a great guy.” “Uh.. I hope so? Thanks.” “No problem. So tell me what it’s like having a “cowgirl” for a wife.” Dave laughs.. “Well she certainly like to play cowgirl in the bedroom!” Beth blushes but shrugs and agrees…. “No really, I think it’s really special how far she’s willing to go to have a child… I can’t wait to see her as a mother!” Dave is practically gushing bragging on his wife… he goes on for several minutes about how she’s already pumped and stored “gallons” of milk and colostrum for the new baby and how she’s been “nesting” at the house. Beth in turn now has a flush face and is actually holding her breasts wincing at how swollen and tender they are at this point. In the meantime Bridgette has circled around the table to Kelly and licking at her legs getting several giggles from the small woman. “You want some tickles little fox?” “Yelp!” Bridgette says moving her belly around for the girl to start rubbing and tickling. “Yelp yelp!” Bridgette squeaks out at the attention she’s getting. Everyone smiles at how well Kelly and Bridgette are getting along just as a little girl would with a new pet. Beth finally breaks the silence of the room.. “I’m sorry guys, but these have got to get pumped…” she says pointing at her massive breasts. She stands up and says she going to run to the locker room and pump. She and Dave will be back shortly. “But Beth? Can you leave me in here with just an intern and the supposed “victim” of my heinous crimes?” “Shit! You are right…. Ugh… but they hurt so bad….” “Well why don’t you sent Dave to grab your pump and we can stay here?” “I’ll go grab it honey, you stay out.” Dave says stepping out of the AV room and then into the hallway. Beth and I make small talk while the “girls” play, Kelly has moved to the floor to play around with Bridgette leaving Beth and I to discuss my next move… “You know you could just undress here right?” “What? I’m not taking off my shirt in here, there’s cameras?” “True but they are off. Besides, it’s just us girls.” Then looking at the camera in the room. “And it isn’t like you haven’t been recoded giving a bj to Dave in here before.” I wink. Beth looks at the door “What’s taking him so long?…” she looks at her watch again then down at her breasts.. “fuck it. I’ll save some time.” She says starting to unbutton her shirt. I take a look over as she starts untucking her shirt to get her full breasts into view and survey the “damage”. Her huge breasts are straining the bra she has on, the tan globes “muffin topping” over the material. She’s wearing a white nursing bra but it’s actually pretty sexy given what a typical bra of this style looks like. It is satin and has some pretty lace on it, even the nipple covers are pretty. I swear I can almost feel the heat coming from them in their swollen state! One thing I do notice is the soaker pads in the cups are losing the fight of keeping her uniform shirt dry. Her nipples are also doing their best to punch through the garment. Beth looks at us nervously and then unclips the straps and slowly lowers the front of each cup exposing her dark red nipples; angry for release… there is already a couple drops of milk on each nipple before she can cover herself with her hands. “Feel better?” “Just a little.. I just need Dave to get in here before I letdown.” She says nervously looking down at her cupped hands. “Can we help?” I ask “Maybe get a couple cups ready incase the dam breaks?” I grab the coffee cups on the table and remove the lids, just as I am setting them down in front of the bursting Beth, Bridgette starts pawing at her breasts causing Beth to moan in pain. “I smell milky!” Bridgette says playfully… she starts nuzzling up to Beth so hard it moves the chair she’s sitting in back from the table! “No! Bad puppy!” Beth says trying to cover her large breasts.. “I’m not a puppy! I’m a fox! And foxes like milk! I want milk!” The playful pet girl giggles and starts licking at Beth’s hands. “No! Don’t do that or I’ll… I’ll… oh no!” Beth sighs as the white liquid starts leaking between her fingers while Bridgette wiggles her ass back and forth lapping at the milk absolutely pouring from the large mounds.. I look over and see that Kelly is stopped dead in her tracks… her eyes look glazed over and there is a thin line of drool coming from her mouth down to her dress. “Kelly?” I ask “Are you thirsty too?” Kelly doesn’t respond, she just licks her lips enthralled with the sight before her.. “Beth, looks like your fox has one covered but can our intern here have the extra nipple?” “Oh.. no!… I can’t breastfeed two girls!” Beth says losing the battle with covering her left breast from Bridgette’s quick tongue.. “Sure you can.” I say standing up and approaching the woman under assault of a fox-girl. I step behind her and reaching down take her bay her wrists and pull her arms back and then up over her head locking them crossed over her head. This serves to expose both of her nipples to the two girls but also stimulates more flow… Bridgette takes the initiative to latch on to her left breast and then giggling turns to Kelly and yelping a couple times to get her to join in on the delicious meal.. Kelly continues staring but then moves closer eventually latching onto the right nipple and suckles for dear life. “See? Now you don’t have that milk getting all over your uniform pants, and just look how greedy those two are! They must have been starving; you are a great mommy even without having kids of your own!” I whisper in her ear. The milk flows faster than either girl can swallow and both end up soaked in the milk, not that they care, both giggling and drinking as much as they can. “Oh my goodness Kelly! Are you working on adopting triplets?” I say looking at the soaked top on Bridgette and Kelly’s dress.. “look at this mess!” “I know! I’m sorry, I guess bigger boobs, bigger letdown.” Beth says hoping the flow will slow down.. Just then Dave makes his way back in the room carrying a large duffel bag. “Sorry honey, I thought you said your bag was in the locker room, but it was out in the truck.” He sets the bag down and digs through pulling out a large towel and two storage packs. “It’s ok. I must have forgotten. I think we can forget bagging any, these two hungry girls helped me.” Bridgette finally has her fill and she gives a happy “yelp” as she drops back to the floor and starts walking around on all fours. Seeing the milk dripping off it her soaked fur covered bra top I tell her to “come”. She approaches me and I reach down unhooking her top leaving her bare breasts exposed. I then take the other towel from the bag and use it to dry her upper body off. “Uh oh! Someone’s got a soaked skirt too.” I say reaching over and touching the wet fur skirt. “Hmm, if we take this off of her what will she wear?” Kelly pulls her face away from Beth’s breast long enough to say “It’s ok, she’s a fox. Foxes don’t wear any clothes.” Before nuzzling up to the warmth of Beth’s exposed chest again. “Getting sleepy Kel?” Beth asks the small woman that has curled up in her lap. “Yes ma’am.” Kelly says yawning. “Well aren’t you two just cute.” Dave says kissing his wife on the forehead. “I really can’t wait for us to have a baby of our own.” Beth replies. “Too bad we can’t just take Kelly home, if only she was a little baby girl.” Dave says before stepping back towards the AV room. “She’s sooo close to being a sweet baby girl.” Beth says stroking Kelly’s hair. “She’s small, she’s cute,” she giggles “she certainly loves milk, she gets sleepy after a feeding too,” she slides her dress up exposing her training panties “and she’s just about potty trained.” “So close.” I agree. “But so far away….” Beth says looking a little sad. “Well let’s get her out of this wet dress.” (Adjustments made) Kelly stands to her feet and doesn’t notice that she’s now 4’10”. She doesn’t care that Beth has removed her dress leaving her standing in nothing but her socks, shoes, and a bulky pair of training panties. Beth takes the towel she used to stop her flow and wipe down her own body to dry off the sleepy girl. “There we go! All clean!” Beth says giving a tickle to Kelly’s tummy getting a giggle in response. Kelly doesn’t bother trying to cover herself and even when Dave comes back in the room to help out everything away now that the interview is over, she just walks over to Bridgette and starts playing with her fur ears while her pet fox wiggles her tail happily. “It’s really too bad that she’s not just a bit more of a baby.” Dave says watching the pantied girl play with the pet girl. “Dave….” Beth says with sweet eyes. “Can we take her home?” “I thought you wanted a baby? She’s far from a baby.” “You guys seem like the sweetest couple. Do you want me to help you with a baby?” I ask. “Sure!” Beth almost shouts “Uh.. sorry, how can you do that?”

Part V As we step up to what I assume is the “in custody” restroom, Kelly uses her key to open the door. It looks like a basic “family restroom” if this were a mall and not a police station assuming that it’s this big so that you can be “supervised”. I decide to play a little on that part… “Are you going to watch me pee?” I ask innocently. “Well I don’t have to stare, but I need to be in here.” “Hmm… well do you need to go?” Kelly looks annoyed.. “I’m ok, you go ahead.” “Ok sorry! Geez, I was just checking since you have… you know.. that little issue.” Kelly’s annoyed look changes to embarrassed.. “ugh! It was just because I drank all that water.. it’s not my fault I had to go so bad and couldn’t just leave the room.” I take a seat on the toilet and see the small Officer glancing at my “landing strip” of dark pubic hair. I empty my bladder and then begin wiping myself clean. Just for fun I stand up and leave my sex exposed.. (Adjustments made) “So how many times have you had an accident in your panties?” I look to see Kelly flat out staring at my pubic hairs.. She looks almost jealous at what she sees.. “Like my haircut?” I giggle “how do you keep yours?” I prod even though it was 30 minutes ago that I saw her sparse little pubic hair when she wet herself. “Oh.. uh.. not like that.” She blushes… “Wanna show me?” “Um… no? Why would I?” “Well because you saw mine and u thought it would only be fair that I saw yours?” I can tell Kelly is unsure of what to say so I push harder… “How about this, why don’t you go potty (I love using the juvenile phrases with this girl) and “Opps!” If I see your haircut down there it isn’t your fault right?” “Well… I kinda do need to use the bathroom.” She says. “Well hurry up and go potty, we wouldn’t want you to have another accident, this time it’s hard to say it wasn’t your fault since there is a potty right here for you.” Kelly winces and then takes a tentative step towards the toilet. “But…” “What?” “Can you not watch me? I… I just don’t want..” “Why Kelly! You stood there staring at my vagina while I peed, wiped, and even now; but you don’t want me to see yours? That’s weird.” “Weird?” She asks confused.. “Yeah, I mean, you staring at my crotch is weird. If we both got a peek then it’s at least kinda “normal” you know? Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” “Well…” She looks around and then starts sliding down her training panties. “Just real quick ok?” Her panties slide down her legs to her sneakers and you hear a weak stream of pee hitting the water. She reaches for some toilet paper but realizes that I’d used the rest of the roll.. she looks around “Is there anymore toilet paper over there?” “No what’s up? Oh no! I didn’t realize I used it all up.” I lie. “Well what do I do?” She says.. “I don’t know, you have the keys and I can’t leave your supervision. Maybe just kinda drip dry?” “Drip dry! Gross!” “Well just pull up your trainers and they are padded enough to take care of it.” “Grr..” the small Officer says standing up exposing her recently hairless pubic mound. “Aww well look at that!” I say reaching over and pointing. “I didn’t know you liked it bare.” She winces and then quickly pulls her training panties up to hide her sex. “How’s it feel?” “It’s fine. You were right, the padding soaked it up.” She pushes her skirt down and then adds “Can we change the subject?” “I’m sorry, I thought we could have some “girl talk.” I fake a pout. “I guess we should get back in there.” The two of us walk down the hall back to the interview room and as we open the door we have apparently stumbled on to a little “play time” for our other police officers… Beth is seated in the interview chair, her pants slid down to her thigh and her white uniform shirt is unbuttoned and both of her large breasts are exposed. Dave is standing in front of her thrusting his 9” cock into her mouth while she moans around his member. Just as he starts to cum he pulls out of her mouth and shoots his cum onto her cleavage and exposed breasts… she sighs as she reaches her own climax from fingering herself, smiles and then leans forward to lick the remaining cum off of his penis holding it in her mouth until the swelling recedes… “Beth you naughty girl!” I say as she lets the semi erect member slip from her lips. “Oh! Haha.. I’m sorry, I was kinda caught up in the moment. I mean, we’ve only been married for 6 months so what do you expect?” She laughs again. Dave quickly stuffs himself back into his pants and buckles his belt. Beth simply adjusts her breasts and her bra letting the thick cum soak into her bra and then her white shirt. She stands up and starts pulling her pants back in place over the wet spot on the front of her cotton panties. Kelly stares at the scene until Beth finally tells her to come in and let’s finish this up. “You can’t sit there silly.” Beth reminds Kelly as so starts to sit in the chair she peed in earlier. “Oh! Yes ma’am.” She says standing by the table. Seeing the red light on at the camera in the room I laugh “I see you and Dave were making a little porn earlier.” “Whoops, meant to turn that off when I came back in here.” Dave says and the light turns off. I take my seat across from the seated Beth and I look over at Kelly standing there. At her new height she looks like a kid standing by while two grownups have a conversation… “So Kelly, did you need anything else from me?” “Oh!… um…. I don’t think so. Well there was something else…” she stalls trying to think of a way to get me to confess to some heinous plot to turn women into pets… let’s get control of this conversation. “Hey Beth? Did you know that Kelly here keeps her kitty completely bare?” “Hey!” Kelly pouts.. “Umm.. no, I’ve never really wondered about that.” “Well I wouldn’t but the way she stared at my hair it was just kinda weird.” Beth looks over at the embarrassed Kelly “Why would you stare? You were supposed to be in there guarding her, not watching her?” “Oh that’s ok. She probably just wanted to know what it was like to have hair right Kelly?” Kelly looks down at the floor and then nods her head yes… “Why would you wonder?” Beth asks. “Yeah Kelly, tell us why you don’t have any hair down there. Do you shave it?” She shakes her head no.. “So you just don’t have any?” “Well not anymore.. it’s just that… well..” Kelly explains that her mom and her decided that it was best to have her hair permanently removed because of a medical issue when she was still in high school. “What kind of medical condition would require that?” Beth asks. Kelly searches the room for someone to bail her out… “Tell her cause I think I already know.” I say. “Ok.. so don’t make fun of me promise?” She asks Beth. “Sure. I won’t make fun.” “Me either.” I assure her. “Well… you know how I kinda.. had a little accident earlier?” She asks shyly. “You mean when you completely pissed yourself in that chair right there?” Dave says from the other room. “Well.. yes.. I mean it wasn’t.. just never mind.” “Dave is sorry. Go ahead dear.” Beth says touching Kelly’s thigh. “Well it’s just that… well I used to.. sometimes I’d have little accidents.. that’s all.” “You would pee your pants?” I asked. “No! Not during the day like that! Well… not a lot.. but ok so one time I was .. Did I tell you I was a cheerleader in middle school till high school?” “Nope. But we just met so..” “Well I was. And I was in 9th grade too but then one day… ok, you see how small I am right? So I was a flyer. And one day I didn’t get a chance to go potty.. er I mean go to the ladies room and when I went to kick my leg on a pyramid I.. well I had a little spurt come out… it stained my bloomers since they were green and everyone saw… I was so embarrassed.. I quit the squad.” “So why would that mean you had to remove your pubic hair?” Beth asks. “Well… because…. So sometimes I’d drink too much before bedtime and..” “You wet your bed!?” Beth says stifling a laugh.. “girl don’t tell me you were wetting your bed in high school!” “Hey! You promised..” Kelly says looking cross… “It’s ok Beth, she was a little girl so she probably had a little bladder.” I tell her. “Yeah! So anyway I got a rash a few times and mommy.. I mean, mom said I needed to do it.” “Well that’s too bad, a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” I say before making a few more adjustments… “I mean I’m certain you don’t still wet the bed.” (Adjustments set) Kelly suddenly thinks back to her entire childhood of being a cronic bedwetter, she then tells the group how she wore “good nights” to bed every night and would sometimes wet her bed 5 or 6 times a week. How she finally built up the courage to spend the night with her boyfriend her freshman year of college only to have him wake up in a puddle she created.. he dumped her the same day calling her a “Little baby”… “But you don’t anymore right?” Beth asks.. Kelly only blushes.. “do you still wet your bed?” Kelly fidgets with the hem of her skirt.. “Kelly, look at me. Do you wet your bed now?” A tear rolls down her cheek. “We’ll just sometimes.. maybe 1 time every few weeks. So I just sleep in good nights every night….” “Once a week isn’t too bad.” I say sarcastically. (Quick adjustment) “Well usually but the last few weeks it’s been a lot.” “Oh?” “Yes.. I wet the bed three times so far this week.” “It’s Wednesday dear, that’s like everyday this week.” “Ok Beth give her a break.” I interject. “So I have a question.” “Is it about me wetting the bed? I don’t want to talk about it.” “No, I was just wondering if you ever worry about wetting during the day; like here at work.” Kelly’s face is beet red… she reaches behind her and pulls a white item out of her backpack. “If I know I have a long detail coming… I put this on… just in case.” She says setting the item on the desk. “What is it?” I ask. “It’s a freakin diaper!” Beth says picking it up. “Na Uh!” Kelly shouts. “It’s just a goodnight. And.. it has paw patrol on it so it’s better!” She says spreading the garment out exposing Chase the police dog on the front. “See? It’s a police dog and I’m a police officer.” “Cute!” I add. “So you slip that on when you have a long call here?” “Yes. And tonight I’ll wear this one to bed.” “That’s thinking on your feet!” I say looking at Dave. “So anyway, that’s why I want to transfer to investigations.” “So you don’t have to worry about little accidents?” I ask. “Yes.” “As good of a reason as any I guess.” I shrug. “Well I don’t have any questions, and Kelly couldn’t remember hers so I think we are done.” “Oh! Well that sounds good. I guess I’m free to go?” I ask standing to my feet. “Well tomorrow I have to finish interviewing Bridgette and I think we’d like for you to come in so that we can clear this whole thing up.” Beth says standing up. Her large breasts straining the buttons on her shirt. “You got it.” I look at the short Officer “Officer Kelly would you escort me to my car I need to ask you something, and I’m sure that Beth and Dave are ready to get home together.” “Yes ma’am.” Walking to the car I take the time to discuss with the small woman how important it is that she keeps her pull-up dry tonight or else Beth and Dave might not take her seriously anymore. And that they might just tell the command staff that she’s not big enough to be a detective since she’s just a little girl in pull-ups. Kelly tears up at the idea and thanks me for giving her that advice. “I promise I’ll be dry tomorrow! I promise!” “Ok, that’s a good girl. Now you run along and make sure to drink plenty of water when you get home, a girls gotta stay hydrated!” “Yes ma’am!” She says walking to her car. I sit in my SUV and watch as the much diminished woman takes a few minutes to move her seat as far forward as it will go, moved her mirror and lowers the steering wheel so that she can drive. (I love adjusting so many things but leaving other things as they were so that they can’t avoid being subtly reminded of what they used to be). As she drives away I see her already drinking something from a tumbler I strategically put in her car… Sleep tight little bed wetter… As I’m pulling out of the lot I see Dave pulling out of the parking lot with a big smile on his face glancing down at his lap up in his new pickup truck. (He needed a more manly car so I hooked him up). I can only assume that Beth is giving him a little “road head” for the trip home….

Part IV “I’m not wearing those.” She says to me sounding more like she’s telling herself than trying to command me. “But your hair really has gotten very tangled, do you want knots in your hair?” ….”No”… she says using her hands to try to deranged her hair. “Well shouldn’t we do something with it so you don’t have icky knots? I bet it would hurt to have to try and get all of those out wouldn’t it?” Kelly looks up at me and you can tell she’s imagining how awful it would be to have to get all of her imagined tangles and knots. “Yes… it hurts when mommy.. well when my mom used to brush out my tangles” “Well why don’t we put your hair in little pigtails so it stays out of your face and doesn’t get tangled?” Kelly looks up through her mess of thick hair at me. “Oh come on, I can’t see your pretty face behind all of that hair. Let’s fix it ok?” She brushes her hair away from her face and I see her smiling. “That’s what I thought, now you sit here and I’ll take care of it.” The small woman in her training pants and bra starts to sit in her chair but I stop her “Not that one Kelly, you peepeed in that one. Let’s sit in Beth’s dry chair ok?” Kelly blushes at the reminder but says “Oh ok.” And then sits down. I spend the next couple of minutes getting Kelly’s hair into perfect pigtails. She shakes her head back and forth a couple times and actually giggles at the way they bob back and forth. The door opens and Beth and Dave walk back in the room cuddling to each other as they look at each other laughing about a joke we didn’t get to hear. Instead of coming to her seat; Beth actually steps into the AV room with Dave and I see them making out like teenagers before finally breaking a part and stepping back in the room adjusting her uniform pants on her toned thighs and shapely hips. She sets a cup of coffee down in front of Kelly. “Wow! How long have you two been a thing?” I ask. “Oh about 6 months now, I’m really sorry but I just can’t seem to keep my hands off of him!” She beams. I look at the window and see the tall slightly pudgy Officer with his dark hair smiling to himself as he sits back at the desk. He’s lost about 30 lbs since the last time we saw him while he’s grown 2 inches taller. He looks about 35; and if he’d just take a little better care of himself he’d be pretty fit. “I get it! He’s a looker for sure!” I saw happy with my latest change to these two lovebirds. I look at Beth and say “Now I was just getting Kelly’s hair put up in these cute Pigtails. Doesn’t she look great?” “She sure does, but now we can see that her makeup is ruined by all that crying she did when she wet herself.” “You’re right, let’s see if she has any makeup remover in her bag that we can use to get her looking as pretty as a picture.” I say reaching in the backpack and pulling out a small makeup bag. “Here we go! Let’s get that cleaned up.” Kelly doesn’t protest as Beth wipes her makeup (and exposes the new babydoll features) with just one wipe. “Cute as a button.” Beth tells her. “Isn’t that better?” “Yes ma’am.” Kelly responds with a new politeness you’d expect from a tween to a grown woman. “Thank you.” Beth looks at the small woman and sees her nipples poking tents into her little training bra. “I bet you are cold. Let’s see if there is anything in here to cover you up.” She starts looking through the backpack again and the giggles pulling out a pair of ankle socks, white sneakers, and a pink gingham skirtall with Hello Kitty on the bib. “Isn’t this just precious?” “That’s not mine.. I.. that looks like something a little kid would wear.” Kelly says crossing her arms on her chest while also trying to cover her nipples… “Don’t be silly, it is your outfit. It was in your backpack AND it’s Hello Kitty, which matches. Now do you want to be cold or clothed? Eventually you have to leave this room honey and you can’t walk around the police station in just your training panties and that little training bra.” Beth says “and besides, it isn’t like you are dressed like a baby or something. Now let’s get these socks and shoes on.” Beth slips the socks on easy enough but when she holds up the shoes Kelly says that those can’t be hers, she’s a size 6 and the tag shows size 4. But after a “look” from Beth she lets her slip the shoes on her feet. “Too small? Honey those are a little big on your feet.” Beth says standing back to her feet. Kelly looks at the shoes and shakes her feet (since her feet don’t touch the ground with her adjusted height) and realizes that they are a little big for her. “Now stand up and we’ll get some clothes on you.” Beth says taking her by the hands and pulling her up. Kelly stands to her feet and looks up at Beth and then bites her lip noticing that she now only comes up to her Sergeant’s breasts. Her large perky breasts…. She then looks down at her own body and blushes at the comparison. “Kelly I think you are just adorable. How tall are you?” (Adjustment) “I’m 5’ 1…” she says looking unsure of her answer. “But my doctor said that since I’m young I’m probably still growing!” She steps into the skirtall and Beth gets the buckles in place. “There we go! Got you all covered up.” Beth says. “And the fit is just perfect!” She turns the smaller woman around and then twirls her back to face us… causing Kelly to giggle. She does a couple more twirls and her skirt comes up just enough to exposes a little of her panties. “Careful though, wouldn’t want anyone to see your trainers.” I add. Kelly quickly pushes her skirt down with both arms pinning it to her upper thighs.. “How old are you?” I ask (Adjustment) “I’m 21, I was able to graduate school early so I’m probably the youngest officer here.” She says proudly. “Are you an investigator?” “Me? Oh no ma’am. I want to be one day. My sergeant here said that I could come along to this meeting with you since Bridgette is my friend. But I’m not in charge or anything.” “Oh ok. Well I bet you would make a good detective when you’re ready.” “Thank you!” She smiles. I look over to see Beth “making eyes” at her 6’ tall boyfriend Dave. They both giggle and then realizing they were “busted” clear their throats and get back to work. “So Katerina, just sum up what your relationship is to Bridgette so we can finish this up.” “Well the thing is. Some women just want to be cared for by a stronger woman. Bridgette loves the idea that she can finally be the girl she’s always wanted to be. And she simply…” “Kelly!” Beth interrupts “Yes ma’am?” “Do you need to go potty or something?” “Uh no ma’am.” She says quietly looking at me as if she’s embarrassed. “Well why do you keep fidgeting? It’s distracting.” “Sorry.” She looks down at the table. “Please continue.” “So anyway the long and short of it is that Bridgette gets to be a sweet little fox and I help her explore her fantasy. Nothing more or less. She’s a pet.” Beth shifts a little in her seat at this as well obviously uncomfortable with this discussion. “Come now Beth, don’t tell me you don’t have little fantasies.” I prod. “Dave? Don’t tell me you’ve never put our sexy sergeant here in cuffs for a little fun. You are both cops, you HAD to have right?” “Well yeah.” Dave laughs. “Dave! That’s private!” Beth says embarrassed… “It’s ok girl! A woman has needs.” I say. “I mean don’t you like the idea that even though you are in your what.. lower 30’s and 5’10’ that a big strong man like Dave can still control you make you do what he wants?” (Adjustments made) “Mmmm…” Beth sighs.. she opens her eyes and then blushes… “I told you.” Dave says from the AV room. Causing a laugh from all of us. Kelly just finished another bottle of water and then reached for the coffee cup that Beth brought her back earlier. “I get thirsty when I’m nervous too.” I tell her getting a smile from the young Officer. She takes a big gulp… “I’m not nervous. It’s not like I don’t know what sex is.” “Well, would you ladies mind if I went to the restroom?” I ask, though it’s funny how they both seem to have forgotten that I’m “in custody” at the moment. “Oh yeah sure!” Beth says with a smile and then looking at Kelly “You sure you don’t want to try?” “I said I didn’t need to.” She scoffs. “Ok, well you are going to try young lady understand?” Beth says dismissing her response. “Hey! Look at it this way, you can make sure I don’t try to escape ok?” “Oh ok, I’ll go with you to the potty, I mean, bathroom… but only to guard you.” “Sounds good to me.” I say standing up and stepping for the door.

Part III “What in the world?” Beth says sliding her chair back to avoid the growing puddle at Kelly’s feet. “I couldn’t hold it anymore…” the meek investigator says looking at her lap. “Dave, I think we need a mop in here, would you mind going and getting one?” I ask. “Sure thing.” He says and then mutters “What in the hell are we hiring around here anymore?” As he steps out of the room. “Beth, I think we need to get our girl here out of her wet clothes while it’s just us ladies.” “I agree. Come on Kelly, let’s get you changed.” Kelly looks at both of us “I’m not a “girl”! I’m a grown woman and an investigator here! In fact, I’m the youngest detective this department has ever had!” She’s starting to raise her voice.. “Well you certainly behave like the youngest.” I interject pointing at the puddle on the floor. “Fuck you!” She practically shouts. “That’s enough “detective”, Beth says standing up and pulling Kelly to her feet. “Come on, take off those wet shoes.” Kelly looks around nervously, her khaki uniform pants are soaked, the bottom trim of her jacket is wet from siting on the pee soaked chair. “Come on now. Slip those shoes off.” Beth says a little kinder. Kelly slips off her left shoe and then her right looking down at her feet. As she stands in her hose covered feet I take the opportunity to make a quick adjustment. Kelly looks up (and I mean up) at the once shorter Beth and then looks over at me. “Wow, how high a heel do you wear at work?” I ask, you went from taller than Beth to a couple inches shorter?” The now 5’4” Kelly looks confused “But I’m 5’8”? I’ve always been tall?” (More fun for me) “You have? Or have you just always worn shoes that gave you more height?” (The change I made to her starts rewriting history for my girl here, much like I’ve been working on Beth and Dave) Kelly looks at her shoes and sees the “lifts” installed in the soles, she also notes the 2.5” heel and then admits that she’s always worn higher heels since she didn’t like being called “Shorty” since middle school. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes.” Beth says taking the lead on working with the embarrassed woman. She reaches over and takes her jacket off of her shoulders and hangs it on the back of her chair. She then turns Kelly around and exposes the completely wet seat of her pants. “Here, let’s get these off of you.” She spins her around and starts unbuckling her belt. “I can do it myself!” Kelly says snatching her belt away from Beth. “Oh I’m sorry.” Beth fires back “I thought maybe since you couldn’t even control your bladder you might need some help.” Beth slaps the wet woman’s hands away like you would a child when getting them dressed. Getting her pants unbuttoned she starts sliding them down her legs. Kelly gasps as the wet material sticks to her butt. (Next change) “Kelly! What on earth are you wearing?” Beth scolds. “My nylons?” “No I see those, what is this contraption on your butt? Why on earth is it so puffy?” Kelly turns her head around and sees a padded “enhancer” come into view at the top of her pants. “Kelly, goodness girl, you have a cute little figure why on earth would you wear shapewear trying to look like you have a lot of curves?” I ask stifling a laugh. “I don’t… I’ve always has a nice butt… I don’t..” (history reshapes itself) I just wanted to give myself a little boost since you know… I’m so short.” “Well that’s just silly. There’s nothing wrong being short and having a cute little butt.” Beth says pulling the wet pants down to her feet. “Now step out of those pants. These pantyhose have to go too along with *this*” Beth says patting the padded undergarment. “But I don’t have any panties on… I just wear my hose.” Kelly actually stomps her foot at the thought of being “bottomless” (Changes galore!) “Maybe you have an emergency pair in your backpack.” I say pointing at the Hello Kitty backpack hanging in place of her brown leather purse. “That’s not mine?” She says looking around the room for her purse. “It isn’t? Well it looks like it could be yours. I think it’s cute.” I say. “Take a look inside and see if you have an “emergency kit” just in case you had an accident.” “Why would I have that? I don’t need a second set of panties..” she suddenly cuts herself short realizing that she literally needs some clean underwear right now… “maybe I have something in my backpack from like going to the gym or something.” She says reaching in the bag… she pulls out a small yellow package and then smiles “See? I keep an extra pair of underwear with me so that I can change after working out.” She tosses the package on the table. “Clever girl!” I say reaching on the table and pulling the tab on the package. “Yup. See? I had extras but not because of why you two probably thought I carried extras. This was just an accident.” Her confidence regained. Well, until I start setting the contents of the package on the table. “Let’s see, we have some wet wipes.” I set them down “Well yeah so I can get the sweat off my.. um privates.” She explains. “And a pair of training panties?” I say setting down a pair of yellow thick cotton panties with ducks on them. “Ummm.. those are just thick because.. I sweat… a lot and I’m just… they aren’t training panties ok?” “Ok ok, don’t get so defensive.” Beth says patting her arm. “Let’s see what else Katherine pulls out for you. Hopefully there is something for you to wear besides just your panties.” “Well the only other thing in here is this.” I say dropping a small bralette that matches the panties on the table. Beth picks up the small item and giggles “What in the world? How would you fit those (points at her breasts) in this little thing?” “Uh. It must just be the set.. I don’t wear that size. I’m a C Cup and those would smash me.” Kelly laughs… “Well let’s use these wipes to get your legs and bottom cleaned up.” Beth says opening the wipes and running the damp cloth all over the half naked girl. “Oh!” She jumps at the cold sensation “That’s cold!” “Sorry, I’m working as fast as I can.” Beth says scrubbing away the drying urine. As she cleans up Kelly’s butt she sees that the bottom of her shirt is also damp just above the curve of her cheeks. “Uh oh.” “What?” Kelly says looking behind her shoulder. “Well, I was thinking we could put you in your training panties and you could cover up with your shirt.” Kelly doesn’t like the “your” in reference to the training panties.. she’d like them to be just “those” panties. She doesn’t need the protection as Beth implies… “Well what do we do?” “I’m not sure, but for starters we need to get this wet shirt off of you.” Beth says dropping a wipe in the trash and then unceremoniously pulling the shirt up and over Kelly’s head. (Another change) When Beth drops the wet shirt on the table she looks down at Kelly and raises an eyebrow.. “What?” Kelly says looking up at her coworker. “Um.. nothing, I just thought you were taller..” Kelly looks “dead ahead” and instead of seeing Beth’s chin she’s looking at her badge.. “Beth, you feeling ok? I thought you were about 5’9”, Kelly is 5’3”, why would she look “tall” at all?” I laugh. Beth shakes her head, the history working itself out. “I don’t know. Must have had a brain fart or something.” She then pulls out another wipe “Here Kelly, you can clean up your own privates.” Kelly takes the wipe and then gingerly wipes her sparse pubic hairs and “privates”. She drops the wipe in the trash and Beth holds her clean panties out for her to step in. (Another change) As she pulls the bulky underwear in place Beth makes a discovery.. “Kelly! Are you wearing a push-up bra?” “No! I’ve never worn those?” “Are you sure?” Beth says reaching out and squeezing a bit of the fabric of the smaller woman’s bra. “Honey this is clearly a push-up bra; what are you an A Cup?” Kelly looks down at her bra and just as Beth reaches back and unhooks the clasps her history rewrites… She remembers getting picked on for being a “cookie sheet” and how she was “President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee”.. she remembers stuffing her bras with tissues and getting caught by her mom at a dance at high school; her mom making her go remove her “needless” bra embarrassing her in front of her date…. As Beth pulls the garment away you hear a distinct slap as the silicone “falsies” hit the tile floor. Looking at Kelly’s chest you see that an A Cup might be a bit of a stretch. She quickly covers her stiff nipples with her hands looking quite childish in her yellow training panties and bare feet… “Why in earth would you try to boost your cup size by two whole cups? You look silly.” Beth says dropping the item in the trash. “Wait! I need that!” Kelly says whining. “No you don’t, you need to put on your training bra right here.” Beth picks up the small yellow item and hands it to Kelly. “No!” Kelly shouts slapping the bra out of Beth’s hand. “I want my real bra!” “You don’t need that one. It’s too big for you.” Beth says looking at the flat chested woman. “No it isn’t… it fits.. it’s fine with the inserts..” “Put it on then. We can decide as a group ok?” I say, both women missing that I’ve sent the silicone inserts to the bottom of the dumpster outside. Kelly takes the bra and smiles starting to put it back on. “Ok, whichever fits better is the one you are allowed to wear.” I add “Well this one is mine so of course it fits….” And she stops talking.. She’s looking down at the sexy push-up bra and since she doesn’t have the inserts it is so large you can see her nipples and tiny breasts sitting inside the much too large cups. “I think we need to try this one honey.” Beth says holding up the training bra. Kelly stands still while Beth removes the push-up bra and drops it in the trash. She holds her arms up and Beth easily fits the much smaller training bra over her tiny chest, the only “shape” Kelly has is from the little swollen area around her stiff nipples. Beth takes a step back looking at the little detective and covers her mouth to avoid her smile being seen. Kelly looks like a tween. Her hair has lost its curl and is now limply hanging around her head. (With a little help from me) Beth tosses the bra into the trash which causes a protest from the diminished woman. “Wait! Don’t throw it away!” She says “Why? It clearly doesn’t fit you.” Beth says “and it’s certainly too small for us.” Kelly looks offended, she glances down at her yellow training bra and then meekly says “Maybe I’ll grow into it though.” “Oh honey, if all you have are little boobies by now, you certainly won’t be growing anymore. Face it, you are just a little girl with a little body. It’s cute.” Beth says bopping Kelly’s nose. Kelly’s face turns red.. she reaches up and yanks off the training bra and throws it on the table. She starts to open her mouth and just then Dave opens the door causing Kelly to squeal grabbing the training bra to at least have something to cover her “womanhood” from the man. “Oh! Sorry about that.” Dave says ducking back out of the door, “It’s ok Dave, let us get her back in her bra and you should be ok to come in. She doesn’t have much to hide.” “Hey!” Kelly pouts but accepts “her” training bra as Beth slides it back over her head. “Let’s see if you have anything else in here you can put on.” Beth says picking up the backpack and setting it on the table… “Well we have two hair bows, that would probably help with your hair now that it’s all over the place.” Beth says pulling out two large pink hair bows. “No! I don’t want to wear hair bows like that! They aren’t mine!” Kelly stomps her foot. “Hey! Let’s tone it down a notch ok?” I interject seeing that Beth’s getting a little aggravated at the behavior of her “little friend”. “Beth, let’s go grab some fresh air ok? I’m sure “Detective Training Pants” has her Perp well in hand.” Dave says giving me a wink. As the two step out of the room I wink back at both of them saying “Well I’m having too much fun to try to just escape.”

Part II We spend the next 15 minutes discussing Kelly.. If this was supposed to be an interrogation of me, the tables have definitely turned. Kelly has admitted a host of indiscretions and in the meantime I’ve made a few changes to Dave and Beth. Nothing to their minds, I just want to help them be a little more healthy. The more they spend time together, the better they both can be. It’s a harmless match make, but scanning both of them they are truly good people that have just never found “the one”. They both come back in laughing about a joke Dave told. They both have a little spring to their step and Beth touched Dave’s arm as she passed him to re-enter the room. I noticed he held the door for her. That’s sweet… “So you understand right Kelly?” “Yes, but I don’t want her to find out so it’s our secret right?” “What secret?” Beth asks “It’s nothing!” Kelly blurts out then looking at Beth she asks “Did.. did you do something to your hair?” Beth reaches up and touches her brown curled hair and says “Oh! I just thought I’d try something different.” “When? Over coffee?” Kelly asks surprised to see that not only her hairstyle has changed but her gray hairs are gone. “No! This morning before coming in.” Beth smiles taking her seat next to the confused Kelly. “Beth, I saw the way you and Dave were behaving when you came in. You guys a couple or something?” I pry “Uh. Well I really shouldn’t go into it with you but.. well.. we went on our first date just last night.” Kelly looks confused again… “I told you Kelly. I can help people or.. well, you know. It depends on the person. I think Beth and Dave make a cute couple.” Kelly looks at the window and sees Dave siting at the desk. She swears he’s got a little color to his usually pale skin… “Anyway, let’s get back to you and what you might want to admit to Beth.” Kelly looks around nervously again “What do you need to tell me?” Beth looks concerned. “Um.. I’m thirsty, do you mind getting me a bottle of water?” Beth looks at Kelly and then rolling her eyes she stands to get another bottle of water for the young investigator. I decide to listen in on her thoughts.. “These young officers.. it’s bad enough that they all think they are hot shit but they need coddled all the time too. What am I? Her waitress?” As she hands the bottle to Kelly she takes her seat again. I notice that her pronounced muffin top has receded as a part of my “help” to giving her a good life she deserves. I look over at Kelly and decide it’s time to play a bit. “Wow, 5 bottles of water?” “Huh?” Kelly says drinking down the last of the one in her hand. “5 bottles, you drank 4 while we talked earlier.” I point at the trash can by the table. “You must be thirsty to drink so much.” “Oh.. I’m always trying to stay hydrated.” She smiles but you can tell she’s nervous. “What are you a camel? Where’s all that water go?” Beth asks with a laugh. “Haha. I guess so.” Kelly responds but then she has a sudden pressure in her bladder… she knows exactly where all that water has gone.. “You ok Kelly?” I ask knowingly. “I’m fine. Thanks.” She responds shifting in her seat. “Now back to the real issue here.” She says trying to get the conversation back under control. “Now Bridgette has never been into uh.. pet play or whatever and she’s only acted this way since *you* came into the picture.” She looks visibly uncomfortable, I’d say because of the conversation AND the pressure building down below. “She recently… even used the bathroom outside in the road.” Beth’s eyes widen. “She peed out in the street?” “Yes! She just squatted down and peed in the road.” Kelly winces as her own need continues to build. “And you think she should have held it?” I ask. “Well no, but I mean, she should’ve come inside and used the potty. I mean… the toilet.” She blushes correcting herself. “Well which is it?” “What?” She asks shifting again in her seat. “You said that she should wait to pee but that she shouldn’t hold it either. That doesn’t work. She should either hold her pee till she was inside at a “potty” as you said, or she should just pee when she needs to pee.” “That’s not what I meant…” she looks nervously towards the door.. “Well which would you prefer? Do you think it is better for a girl to pee when she needs to or hold it?” I push.. “Well I’ve always heard that it is bad for you to hold your pee.” Beth interjects. “That’s true! So what do you think Kelly?” “I think that it’s ridiculous to pee in the street.” She practically whines. “Ok, so she shouldn’t pee outside but she shouldn’t hold it either.” “Yes ok! I’m just saying that it was gross she peed outside.” She looks at the half empty water bottle she’s been sipping on in her hand “when did I..” “I know right? That’s your 6th bottle, I bet YOU are the girl that needs to potty after all of that.” Beth and Dave both laugh. Kelly looks at Beth and Dave “Stop laughing. She’s not funny.” “Don’t get fussy with me.” Dave says through the glass. Kelly is embarrassed that she’s the youngest in the room and everyone is talking about her need to pee like she’s a kid or something. She decides she isn’t going to give them the satisfaction… “Look, we don’t need to discuss MY body, we are talking about how you manipulated a woman somehow into acting like an animal.” She gets a sudden pain in her bladder and she squeezes her eyes shut… “Kelly….” She opens her eyes and makes eye contact with me. “Do you need to go potty?” Kelly starts to shake her head no. “KELLY!” I say loudly “Don’t you lie to us, you’ve been wiggling around like a little girl!” The raised voice is just enough to cause her to lose control.. a quick squirt of urine escapes and creates a small dark stain on her khaki suit pants. She fights back the urge to cry… “I do…” she looks down at the table and then back to me. “Excuse me, I need to go pot.. I mean use the bathroom.” She starts to stand up nervous that her pee stain will be visible.. “Now wait a second. Aren’t you the one that said you shouldn’t hold it?” She looks at me and I see a tear in her eye.. “You aren’t outside, you are inside and you said you don’t hold it; even Beth here says it’s unhealthy.” “But I need a toilet..” she says confused. “Well I thought you said you needed a potty.” Kelly blushes at the realization that she *did* use that childish verbiage.. “Isn’t this your potty right here?” I say sliding a pink potty seat out from under the table. Kelly winces again and clenching her legs together sits back at the table. “N.. no, that’s not my potty?” “Aww.” Beth says looking at the seat “It says Kelly’s Potty Seat right on the front honey, who else’s could it be?” Kelly looks at the potty and feels another spurt of pee escape. “Now Kelly, we’ve established that you shouldn’t hold it and there is your potty right there on the floor. So are you a big girl that uses the potty or a naughty little girl that holds her pee per until it’s too late?” Kelly looks at the potty on the floor and then look to Beth and then Dave for some kind of help.. she can’t possibly pee in front of everyone but she’s losing the fight and the dam is about to burst…. “Kelly..” Beth says putting her fingers on the young upcoming investigator’s chin and turning her to face each other… “Are you an adult or a naughty little brat?” “I’m….” Kelly drops her head looking at the table… “I’m peeing…” and she starts crying. Dave, Beth and I all look down to see the trickles of pee running off of the chair under Kelly and pooling up under her chair. The torrent of urine looks like someone dumped a gallon of water on the floor. Kelly’s khaki pants are soaked, even her shoes have pee on them. “Looks like we have our answer ladies.” Dave says from his seated position.

“Kat has a meeting at the Police Station” It was bound to happen. I have been playing this game with her for too long and of course someone would eventually notice and say something. I didn’t intend for it to happen this way, but here I am… In “custody” in an interview room. I’m sitting in a chair across from two women. To the left there is a woman in her mid 40’s I’d say, long sleeve white uniform shirt with blue sergeants stripes. I’m guessing about 5’6”with a little extra weight on her. She’s a brunette with her hair put up in what I can assume she’s used as a hairstyle her whole career and a healthy amount of grays. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t look happy about being called into this conversation, if you can call it that. To her right, and the reason she’s even in here sits a woman in plain clothes. She’s an investigator that looks a little young to be in that role. Tall, blonde, with a tan pant suit on. She has her coat unbuttoned so you can see her badge on her belt below her maroon button up. I’d say she’s about 5’8”, I noticed when she came in the room that her uniform pants are pretty snug in that “I have a nice ass but don’t you dare check it out” kind of way. She’s wearing flats with about a 1” heel on them. Her shirt is a maroon form fitting style that accentuates her 34C bust. She’s talking about something. I don’t know I’m not really paying attention, I’m looking at both of these women and thinking about who might be watching from behind the one way mirror to my right. How many “viewers” do we have back there? Two? Three? Does it matter? “Are you listening to me?” The investigator raised her voice.. hmm. Wonder what she just said. Obviously I wasn’t listening. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I’ll play along for a moment… “I said I want to know why she is dressed like that and why she keeps referring to you are her “mommy.” Oh yeah! Yeah that’s probably what got us here.. I didn’t think about how bringing her back to the city she lives in could cause me *this* uh.. inconvenience. “Well why don’t you ask her?” “I did.” The young woman says sitting back in her chair. Her jacket slides over exposing the curve of her breasts in the form fitting shirt. “What did she say?” “She said she “wuvs” her outfit.” “So there’s your answer. I don’t typically “love” any outfit I wear so if I said I did, that would be good enough reason to me to leave it at that. Why would she be different?” The woman looks shocked then looks at the Sergeant who looks admittedly just as surprised.. and now we’re back at me. “Be… because she’s.. dressed up…” she’s really cute when she’s flustered.. “like a fox?” “Good observation?” I respond. “If she said she loves to wear that then who am I to judge?” “Because she’s a grown woman! My roommate, and she’d never… “ “Careful with the never talk.” I warn “Don’t you know you should never say never?” “Well… “ I love to watch this part.. the wheels turning in their head as they try to decide if their friend would *really* be into something without them knowing. I’ve seen this look hundreds of times. *Is my mom really a lesbian?* *Does my art teacher really like bdsm?* honestly it never gets old… right now she’s trying to decide if her roommate and best friend is really into pet play …. “I just… I wouldn’t think she would be..” “Hmm that doesn’t sound like much of a certainty to me.” I look at the sergeant; she looks embarrassed and annoyed. Interesting combination. “Are we done here?” I ask her. “Kelly maybe there is nothing to see here and she just likes… uh…. playing dress up.” Ok, I guess I owe a little backstory here.. I’m Katherine… well more specifically I’m Ekaterina. My name has changed a little over the centuries. I won’t bore you with all the details of my life so let’s just say I have the power to change things with my will. I’m also immortal (apparently).. Now you might think it’s really cool to get to live forever, but let me tell you after you watch your family, friends, and yes.. even your husband die while you are stuck living day after day looking like you are still 25 has its setbacks too. To be honest the reason I assume I can’t die is because trust me I tried. It wasn’t my finest moment but then again you don’t know what it’s like to bury your husband, your two sons and then finally your “baby” daughter. I’m not sure why, but seeing my sweet Tatiana die at the ripe age of 98 leaving no family just triggered me as they say theses days. Anyway.. long story short I can’t die from drowning, poison, cutting my wrists.. nothing. I just heal up and I’m back in minutes. Oh! And it looks like I can have children but they won’t have children so I never have a long term family. So here I am… alone. Forever… Back to this little story, the funny thing about being alone forever is that you really get bored. Bored is how I found myself about a month ago when I saw Bridgette. She was standing in a park on her phone. She was FaceTiming a man who I can only assume is her poor unsuspecting boyfriend that she’s cheating on at every turn. She was cutesy, she was pouty, she was waiting for him to get off the phone before she took off to another night in the clubs. The last thing she said was how “foxy” she was and that gave me an idea. Fast forward to today and Bridgette is a full blown “fox girl” she dresses in skimpy clothes and wears her little fox ears, collar, and yup, that’s a foxy tail you see sticking out from under her mini pleated skirt. And another yup, that tail doesn’t “clip” to anything, it’s a butt plug tail. She loves it. Just ask her. She’s gonna tell you how happy she is being a little fox in her hyper little voice. Maybe that’s what Kelly doesn’t like, or maybe she is genuinely concerned for her friend. But if she knew what I knew, she wouldn’t give a shit. If Kelly wanted to know why she keeps ending up single… it’s Bridgette, she does her best to make Kelly look like a bitch in the hopes of getting her paws (lol) into any man Kelly brings home. She isn’t her friend, but instead of moving on, she’s thinking she’s helping her “bestie” by intervening in my little “Karma” project. The fun part about having my abilities is that while I was thinking Kelly would be happy to know her “friend” is getting a little taste of karma, I’m disappointed to know now that Kelly is well… her partner in crime so to speak. Instead of being the innocent bystander (and sometimes victim) Kelly here is a regular pea in the pod with Bridgette. They’ve made it a point to use any means available to be “those” women. The kind that prey on men and women to get whatever they want. Well… let’s put a few more of my talents in place to get things a little “righter” in this world. “Beth, do you ever wonder why you’re single?” I ask the sergeant. “Uh what? How do you know I’m single?” “You are right?” Beth looks nervous.. “Well yes, but that’s beside the point.” “No actually it IS the point. Didn’t you have a boyfriend just a little while ago?” “I’m.. look. Why would I need to discuss my romantic life with you?” “Because I’m here. I mean really; I didn’t ask to be here, she made me come here. If I have to be here why can’t I talk about what *I* want to to talk about for a while?” Beth looks at Kelly nervously and then shrugs “Yes, I did but about 6 months ago he basically ghosted me.” “Hmm… I wonder what happened.” I look at Kelly “any thoughts?” “Why would I know why she is alone?” Kelly looks aggressively at me. Beth doesn’t seem to like the “alone” comment. “I don’t know, I just thought since you knew her ex that maybe you’d have some insights.” “You know Jim?” “Uh.. sorta, I mean not really. We just know some of the same people.” “Ah come now, don’t act like that. Tell her how you know Jim.” Kelly scowls at me.. “Why do you look like a child with their hand stuck in the cookie jar?” I ask. “Actually that gives me an idea.” Kelly tries to cover her surprise but instead of dismissing my comments she lashes out telling me that I’m here because of Bridgette not Beth’s failed romance and I need to “shut up”. “Dave, are you single?” I ask the one way mirror. Both women look surprised (so does Dave from behind the glass) Dave wasn’t alone in there but I decided that the less witnesses the better. Ever tried dealing with 20 people that all saw what you did and then you have to track them all down to get them to accept what you *want* them to have seen? It’s a pain in the ass. So the less people the better. “Dave?” I ask again. “Yes.” He says over the intercom. “Dave I want you to turn off the cameras. I need to do a little work and the last thing I need is a video of what I’m going to do.” I look at the camera behind me and see the red light is still on letting the officers see that recording is still occurring during an interview. “Dave! I promise it will be worth your time if you do this favor for me.” Dave doesn’t understand why, but he reaches over and turns off the cameras. “Thanks Dave! So let’s see what you look like.” I point at the mirror and suddenly it’s just a window. There’s Dave standing up in the A/V room. He’s about the same age as Beth, overweight, hair is thinning. He looks like a nerd that spends most of his days indoors. “Hey you know what Beth? I think you and Dave would make a cute couple! Stand up and let’s take a look.” Beth scoffs looking at Dave but she stands. Giving her a look over I see a middle aged woman, some gray hairs, a little bit of a muffin top and her thighs are slightly chunky and she has an “office ass”.. a couple more years and she’s going to have some serious weight issues… “I tell you what, why don’t you two go grab a coffee while me and Kelly here have a chat.” Beth and Dave stand up and both step out of the interview area and head down the hall. “Kelly, I think you already know why Beth is single. And I really think you should’ve come clean about that.” “Well I think you need to mind your damn business bitch.” “Such language!” I say feigning shock. “Well the cameras are off so now I’ll say and do whatever I want.” She says turning around to her leather purse hanging on the back of her chair and takes out her lipstick to reapply. “You have no idea how true that is.” I say grinning…

Not my best work but I was ready to move on to another story idea… Long Term Comeuppance or A Cheater Never Prospers… April is on her knees, her hands behind her back in fuzzy pink cuffs. She’s completely nude with exception of the white puffy diaper with pink bears covering her bald wet slit… Her thin legs and thin arms have no trace of hair and her small pink nipples are hard enough to cut glass. She’d tell you it was because of the cold but she knows it’s a mixture of humiliation, fear, and pure arousal… She barely hears the words that the much larger ( in every way) brunette is saying to her, she’s too busy licking her mistress to another climax while she grips her strawberry blonde pigtails like handles shoving her face against her own sex. As the other woman yelps from the orgasm she yanks April up by her hair and tells her what a good little girl she’s been. April can’t help but blush at the compliment. She really *does* feel like a good girl, but even in her gleeful moment she knows something is wrong with all of this… she thinks back on how she ended up here. On her knees, diapered, pleasing a woman.. She looks over her shoulder and sees her wedding gown and then giggles as if to say “Oh yeah!” Turning her head back to await the next command from her Mistress… 6 months earlier… “Fuck you Lezbo, and mind your fucking business.” A drunk April yells at Phoebe as she rushes out of the club. “Who is that?” The guy she was making out with asks her as she tugs him towards the door. “Just some bitch. Ignore her, I DON’T have a fiancée and she’s just jealous that I’m sexy and rich.” April looks over her shoulder seeing Phoebe looking down at her phone clearly texting, and probably Rob her fiancée. “Fucking cow.” She scowls as they head out to the parking lot. Once in the car she’s back on his lap, her micro dress up around her waist grinding her panty clad sex against his hard member through his black pants. “Mmm… that’s right baby.. I want that dick….” She slides off his lap long enough to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down and fishing his hard cock out she smiles and dives down starting her signature blowjob. She likes Will, he’s been a good “lay” and a good time away from her regular life. She thinks about Rob and how “boring” life with him has become. She gives his head one more lick and then slips her panties to the side and starts riding Will’s 7” member… This is the part she loves.. The excitement of getting fucked in a parking lot downtown, anyone could see, she’s done this several times… But Rob.. Sweet, loving, boring ass Rob won’t have any of it. She’s tried explaining that with their money who’s going to say anything or do anything. “Fucking pussy.” She thinks to herself as she turns her attention back to Will and his fearless desire to please her. Moments pass and April finds the orgasm building.. she starts talking dirty to her lover “That’s right baby… Fuck me! Fuck my wet pussy! Ogh!! Oh!!!” “You like that baby? You want me to fuck you right out in public?!” Will says getting into the scene they are making.. “Yes! Fuck me…” Will suddenly opens the car door and easily pulls the thin woman around to the trunk of the car behind theirs and bends her over starting to pound her from behind… “Like that bitch?” He says pounding so hard you can hear their skin slapping loudly. “Yes Daddy! Fuck me harder!” She moans as she starts to cum… “oh! Oh! OH! Ight!” She squeals as she cums bent over the trunk of the car, her hands flat on the rear window… “Shit.. I thought I’d finish baby.” Will says pulling out of her overworked slit. “We’re not done then are we?” April says turning around and then dropping to her knees and taking his cock back in her mouth… after several minutes of blowing Will she leans back and pulls her top down over her pert C Cups and says “Cum on my tits baby.” Will can’t hold out and shoots four hot ropes of semen on the kneeling woman’s bust. “That’s it!” She says rubbing the liquid on her breasts. She stands up and starts kissing him again leaning back on the parked car.. An hour later she slips into her home and stops in the hallway to admire her handiwork in the mirror. “Hope you enjoyed yourself.” She hears in the living room beside her. “Oh hey baby! I did, the girls all say hi.” April lies fumbling to hang up her jacket. “It’s been a long night though so I think I’m going to get a quick shower in and then head to bed. You staying tonight? I might be feeling a little frisky later!” She winks and then nervously heads upstairs to get rid of the “evidence” that’s dried in her thong and her cleavage. In the shower she works quickly to scrub herself clean and then hears the bathroom door open, she remembers her sticky thongs laying on the floor and she shuts off the water and starts stepping out of the shower door when she sees Rob handing her a towel. “Thanks baby!” She says looking at the floor for her used underwear.. “Anything for the love of my life right?” “You know it! You are just the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She says looking again on the floor and not seeing them. “Yeah I know.” He says walking out of the room. “Yeah I know.” She mocks under her breath. Now alone in the room she can’t find her thongs anywhere. She bends over to check under the sink and then her panties dangle in front of her face.. “Looking for these bitch?” April stops cold.. she knows that voice. It’s Phoebe, Rob’s longtime best friend. She swears she’s a lesbian. Always wandering what she’s up to or where she’s been… Nosey bitch… April decides to try to get the situation back in hand. “Oh great. A little tattle tale huh? You ready to break Rob’s heart bitch? I’m sure you’d just love that wouldn’t you.. What will Robbie do when you’ve destroyed his future with *this* and he’s left hanging out with his lezbo weirdo friend?” “You silly little bitch. I’m not a lesbian.” She says grabbing April by her neck, her towel dropping to the floor.. “And I’m pretty sure Rob will be just fine no matter what happens to you.” The trip from the bathroom to the driveway is pretty much a one sided conversation of Phoebe explaining how she’s always thought April was a conniving slut and so she’s been keeping tabs on her. She’s been videoing her out flirting and fucking her way around the club scene while she tells Rob she’s with “the girls”. “Fuck you!” The naked woman says as Rob walks out from the garage. “It’s all faked by you cause you are jealous of my sexy look and my money!” She looks up at the much taller woman and then adds more insults “I bet those huge tits sag to the floor without a bra on! And your hair sucks… you… your makeup is stupid… and…. And you’re a fucking Sasquatch! Bet your pussy is as hairy as one too!” “I don’t think this is faked.” Rob says tapping the trunk of Phoebe’s car. April looks at the back window and sees handprints. “These are yours right?” April looks confused… “That’s right stupid little girl. You were so caught up in fucking that you didn’t notice you got pounded against MY car you dumb twat.” The naked woman looks at the handprints and then at Rob… there’s no getting out of this. She’s caught. She wants to run and hide, she wants to put on some clothes… Then the *real* problem hits her… she looks at Rob and says “You aren’t going to call off the wedding are you?” “What?” He says.. “That’s the only thing you can think of? The wedding! No, it’s the money isn’t it?” Rob just scowls at her and then heads back in the house. “No it isn’t just that!” She lies “Shut up sis, he’s finally seen the light. The thing I’ve been trying to tell him since you first set your sights on him. You are nothing but a vain, spoiled, self centered little brat.” Phoebe says finally letting April go. The naked woman looks at Phoebe and for the first time she can’t think of anything snarky to say… she’s too scared to think of anything but saving the wedding. 1 month earlier… “I promise Daddy.” An angel faced April says sitting at her parents’ mansion. Promises….. April has spent everyday since puberty jumping from one man to the next, and usually not bothering to wait for a breakup to move on. While her parents expected and ignored that behavior when she was still a cheerleader in high school, they were disappointed to see it continue in college. When she was expelled when it was discovered that her little antics not only stained the reputation of an Ivy League school.. Sex in the school chapel while recording the whole scene… The fight between her then fiancée and his fellow student she was banging in the video was just too much. No matter how much her parents donated to the school. After she was expelled she started her full time career as a “Socialite” hitting the spas during the day, shopping, and clubs every night. Whenever her antics got too much attention and her parents threatened cutting her off, she’d get engaged to another man and promise to be good. She’s played this game 4 times now and apparently 5 strikes and she’s out… When she announced her engagement to Rob her parents immediately rewrote their Will, and redefined the terms of her Trust Fund. Now engaged for a month she’s just agreed to the terms of her financial future. Those terms are basically “No Husband, No Money. Another public affair, No Money.” Moving forward the naked April runs around the house looking for Rob. She finally finds him packing a bag with the clothes he’s had at her place. “No baby!! Hey! Don’t leave.. please.. Um, I promise I’ll never do this again!” “Promise?” Rob says with a look of anger. “Yes! I promise! Please don’t leave.” “Why did you have to sign a new agreement with your parents again?” He asks. “Oh? Uh that was just because they needed to make some updates that’s all.” “Bullshit! I should’ve listened to Phoebe! She told me she’d heard about you. About what a cheating bitch you are. But I thought you loved me!” Phoebe walks in the room. “But it’s her! It’s always been her. She was the one that I should’ve been with instead of *this* bullshit.” “Her? What the fuck? I’m a fucking goddess compared to her.” April snaps. “Phoebe is more of a woman than you will ever be. Her soul is beautiful and unlike you, she’s honest and stands up for her friends. You and your fake friends will never be anything like her.” April sees that Rob isn’t slowing down his packing… she needs to do something fast. “Rob… darling! I’ll do anything to keep you and to stop you from calling off the wedding…” he doesn’t stop. “I promise I’ll do anything you want just please don’t do this!” “Anything?” He says with a sly look on his face. “Anything!” She pleads.. “Get on your knees and beg.” He says with a look of disdain. Something very unfamiliar to her always sweet fiancé. April slowly lowers herself down to her knees on the bedroom hardwood. She starts getting nervous that he wants a blowjob or something… Rob steps up to her and puts his hand on her head and quietly whispers “You will do everything I tell you to do from now on or I swear I’ll call this whole fucking thing off. Deal?” “Yes! Thank you baby! I was just thinking OUCH!” She yelps as he suddenly grips her hair pulling her blonde locks up.. “No one told you to speak yet!” “Oh.. uh.. I’m sorry.. baby… it’s just that.. OUCH!” She whimpers again as Phoebe walks behind her and kicks her in her ass. “Jesus… she is pretty dumb.” Phoebe says “did anyone say you could speak?” “Fuck you bi OUCH!!” Her face jerks to the side as Phoebe lands a slap across her cheek… “Shut your stupid cheating mouth slut!” Phoebe snarls… The kneeling woman opens her mouth but sees Phoebe raise her hand back and she closes it quickly. “There we go! Such a good girl.” Phoebe teases patting her head like a dog.. “Now let’s see if a good pup can Stay while we go talk.” Rob and Phoebe leave the room… They return and start discussing the “terms” of their new relationship. From now on April is their property, she will do as she is told or be severely punished. If she tells anyone about this deal Rob calls off the wedding. “Understand all of this?” April starts to speak and then just nods her head. “Great! Now let’s get started.” Rob says grabbing a notepad and dropping it on the floor along with a pen. “Strip.” He says nonchalantly to the kneeling woman. April looks around and then starts taking off her clothes. On the one hand she’s embarrassed at undressing in front of Rob right now but Phoebe being in the room is almost unbearable.. “Now I want you to write down all passwords on that notepad. We’re going to see just how much of a cheating tramp you’ve been.” Phoebe says to the nude woman. April starts to cry… “Don’t cry now. What’s the worst that could happen? Your fiancé find out what a piece of trash you are fucking around on him? I’m pretty sure he already knows.” April fills out the notepad with passwords to her accounts.. not just the ones that Rob knows about but a couple of secret email accounts and a few websites he’s never heard of. There is also an instagram account he has never seen before…. “Is that it?” Rob says picking up the notepad. April just shakes her head up and down. “Well let’s see what you’ve been hiding.” Rob says picking up her phone and unlocking it. 30 minutes later Rob has learned a lot about his soon to be bride. Her numerous lovers, the amount of trash talking he has been the victim of from her friends.. “normal” cheater behavior but then there was the not so normal… “So you like a little freaky shit huh?” Rob says circling the woman holding up post after post of her fetish themed instagram account. “Daddy issues” “ddlg” “neko girl” “forced lezdom” sounds pretty kinky to me.” Phoebe says taking the phone from Rob “What is forcedABDL?” April says nothing, her cheeks blushing… “Is it the same as “forced age regression?” April feels tears roll down her cheeks and then she nods her head up and down.. Phoebe googles the phrase and then wide eyed looks at April and exclaims “Fa-Reek!” Rob raises an eyebrow and Phoebe laughs handing him her phone. While Rob starts looking at the screen Phoebe takes over the conversation… “So you want a “daddy”, seems like you need someone to punish your naughty little ass.” She reaches down and pulls April to her feet by her arms. “Well let’s see what we can do for you. Maybe if you got your wishes here you’d stop being such a little whore.” Phoebe says smacking April’s ass several times with her hand. “So tell me all about your body. Including these.” She says poking Aprils clearly fake breasts… “You may speak.” April spends the next few minutes telling Phoebe her measurements and why she got implants. She talks about her hair color, her beauty regimen, waxing, even the bleaching of her anus. “Well since you want to be regressed, how about we help fulfill your fantasy?” Phoebe says with two quick pats of April’s pubic hair. “Call your salon and tell them you want to go bare.” It was a restless night for April sleeping next to Rob in her bedroom. Usually he wants to “fool around” a little even though in the past she would put him off having already satisfied herself with another man.. This time it was her wishing he would at least try to get her to do something.. anything… just so that she could feel like things will get better. Instead he slept peacefully on his side of the bed while she barely slept staring out the window at the city skyline. 9:30am at the Salon “Yes! I think bare is the way to go.” April lies to her tech. “It’s just so unlike you, I thought you’d said you wanted some hair just to feel like a woman?” “Well I’m thinking with my wedding coming up in a few months that it will be something I try out for a while. Who knows.. I might like it!” 11:00am back at home “Much better! You’re on your way to being the good girl we all know you should be.” Phoebe says standing back up from her inspection of the once again naked April. “Now about the rest of you.” Rob says sliding a piece of paper across the kitchen table. “Sit and read. Then sign.” He says sternly. April reads the paper, looks up at Rob but then signs the paperwork with a look of defeat on her face. 1 week later… “But where did you get this from?” April asks looking at the gel that Phoebe is smearing all over her naked body standing on the back deck.. “Shut up and turn around.” Phoebe says putting another squeeze of the blue substance on her gloved hand. She starts rubbing it on the back of April’s neck “This will make sure you continue being such a good little girl for Daddy.” She rubs it in down April’s back, on both of her ass cheeks and even between her legs carefully avoiding her sensitive slit; only her labia are subjected to the gel. April knows she should object.. call for help, or at least say something mean but she just stands there doing as she’s told by Phoebe… she just clinches her fists as the tingling sensation on her torso and a front of her legs goes from pleasant to almost like bee stings… “Does it hurt?” “Yes! It’s really stinging….” She whimpers… “Poor little girl. I guess you should have been a good girl and then you could get to have body hair and your grown up tan.” April hurts her teeth because just as the front of her body finally seems to stop hurting her back is kicking into overdrive… her buttocks feel like they are going to catch on fire! “My ass!” She finally says gasping and reaching back to grab her butt like a child getting a spanking… Smack! Phoebe pulls her hand back and delivers another blow to April’s ass causing the woman to stand on her tip toes from the pain! “What did I say about language?” “Yes ma’am….” April says sullenly as she rubs her cheeks.. “Looks like your mental training needs a little more attention.” Phoebe says capping the gel and washing her hands as she carefully removes the gloves. April finally stops clinching as the gel finishes its work on her body… “Ok, shower time. Gotta get all of that residue off of you so it doesn’t end up somewhere it doesn’t belong.” April steps in the hot shower and begins washing her body with the loofah that the gel came with. At first she notices the fine hair that is collecting by the drain but then she notices that there is a faint brown tint to the water at her feet as well. She scrubs herself clean and then notices that the water is clear again. She steps out of the shower, removes the shower cap she was wearing and grabs a towel to dry off. She steps in front of the vanity and pulls the towel off and is shocked at what she sees! Her once professionally tanned skin is lily white. Her nipples are pale pink and looking at her sex she sees that her labia is now swollen and pink as well! “What did you do to me?” She stutters out backing away from the mirror… “I gave you the skin and hair of a sweet girl that hasn’t hit puberty yet. You don’t have to worry about all that yucky body hair anymore or even tanning! Think of all the time that will save you!” Phoebe says smirking at the pink nipples that look out of place on April’s surgically enhanced bust. “It’s forced regression right? You love that shit. So now you can live it.” Phoebe says bobbing the nose of the pale woman. April reaches for her babydoll nightgown and then waits for the next direction from Phoebe. “Well I think it’s bedtime. You can just tell everyone that you’ve decided that tanning is bad and you want to make sure you have youthful skin to the grave! I’m sure your girlfriends will understand. I mean, as self centered as you are OF COURSE you would think that way! … Now off to bed, don’t forget to turn on your white noise app so you can sleep.” April quickly walks out of the room heading to her bed, she lays down and pulls the covers up to her neck so she doesn’t see her pale skin. She thinks to herself about turning on her white noise app on her phone and rolls her eyes that Phoebe would even think to “remind” her to turn that on. After all, she’s been using this machine for years as far as she can remember and there’s no reason for her to stop now. She opens the app and settles on Preset 3 a soft ocean sound begins and April drifts off to sleep hearing the slow sounds of the sea while her subconscious hears suggestions of being a good girl that doesn’t want big fake boobies, fake boobies are for whores and she’s a good girl. A good girl that does what she’s told by her Mommy and Daddy…….. A month later and April is noticing a lot of changes. She never minded having all of her body hair permanently removed and even her pale pink nipples and labia looks pretty “cute” but still sexy but recently something is “off” with her body. She seems to be thinning out all over her body. At first she liked what she was seeing since her body fat percentage was dropping and it gave her a sexy thigh gap and a toned tummy. This morning though she is noticing that her implants are so constricted in her reduced breasts that you can see the outline of them. She is getting skinny.. like everywhere. Even her labia looks smaller. Where she once had a sexy bit of “camel toe” when she wore something tight, she looks down and sees just a little slit with just a hint of clitoris peeking out. She’s staring at her little slit when Phoebe walks in on her standing in front of her mirror in her bedroom… “Little girl what are you looking at? Getting naughty thoughts?” She smirks handing her three pills and some water. “Uh no! I was just.. I wasn’t.. never mind.” She says blushing and quickly takes her “vitamins” to give her mouth something to do besides stutter around her words.. Phoebe starts handing her clothing so that she can get dressed. Now that she’s under the thumb of Rob and Phoebe she doesn’t get a say in much of anything. “I can’t wear these!” She says looking at the thongs she was handed. “Why not? They’re cute.” “They say “Daddy’s Girl” on them… and…” “And only the people at the doctor’s office will see them. I told you, the doctor is my friend and they won’t care what you are wearing anyway. They are going to look into why you are losing so much weight.” April holds the things in her hands and then finally relents slipping them up her much thinner thighs. The rest of her outfit is just as juvenile something her “keepers” demand when she isn’t going to see regular acquaintances out and about. A short pink sundress, white socks and sneakers, her light hair in two pig tails, and no bra. To the average adult she looks pretty normal but a longer glance and you’d wonder why she was dressed so … young… An hour later and a very embarrassed April gets the results of her exam… “But I don’t want to have to take them out!” The girl whines standing in front of the doctor. “I… there has to be something else!” She says with a cracking voice and tears starting to roll down her cheeks.. April is standing topless in front of Phoebe, the doctor, and two nurses. She looks quite juvenile standing in her socks with her thong halfway down her thighs so that they could “inspect” her thinning labia, just a little darker than their normal light pink as they had her demonstrate if rubbing her reduced clitoris would still bring sexual arousal. They were excited for her that she in fact went from zero to blushing cheeks and slippery wet sounds as she rubbed herself to an orgasm in less than a minute. Now her hands are grasping her breasts as if protecting them from what the doctor said is inevitable. She has to have her implants removed. Her skin is getting stretched by the weight loss and that means that her implants must go. Phoebe pulls up the shocked girl’s underwear while the nurse makes the appointment with a good friend of the doctor for the removal. As they exit the office Phoebe reassures April that they will get her some good padded bras for her to wear once she’s all healed up. Two weeks post surgery… “But can’t we please get me some bras Rob! Please! Phoebe promised we could.” April whines following Rob towards the front door in a suit for an important evening out. “Look, I told Phoebe she was in charge of your clothes since the beginning. You look adorable and instead of being grateful you are being a brat. Now be a good girl and stay out of trouble for Mrs Stephanie ok?” He walks out after looking over his fiancée one more time and smiling at her outfit for the evening. April stomps her foot on the hardwood floor and then stomps her way back into the living room finding “Mrs Stephanie” sitting on the couch watching tv. “Mrs” she’s 19 years old and they act like she’s my babysitter!” April says to herself. “Hey there kiddo. Your folks said you like to watch a movie before bedtime so what do you want to watch?” “My folks? They aren’t my folks. Rob is my fiancée and I don’t know where Phoebe slithered off to tonight. I hate her!” “Oh? I thought they were going out *together*?” Stephanie responds. “Well either way, they said that you can be a bit of a handful and said that if you aren’t a *good girl* then I’m welcome to correct your bad behavior.” April shakes her head back and forth.. “Good Girl” always gets this reaction out of her recently. She suddenly feels like a silly little girl getting in trouble with Nanny when she was 6… but then she remembers the part where they are together out on the town.. “Look, you seem like a good kid but I’m 27 and you are what 19? I’m going out to catch them cheating on me. I don’t want to see you when I get back.” April says grabbing the keys to her car and heading to the garage Stephanie says “Suit yourself but if you’re going to lie about your age I wouldn’t use 27, you are maybe 17, everyone is going to know you are lying.” “17? What the hell?” April days hoping in her car and heading out leaving Stephanie texting Rob to let him know she took off in a car. 30 minutes later in the lobby of a downtown fine dining establishment… “This is her ma’am. She insisted that your boyfriend is her” stifles a laugh “fiancé.” He laughs again. “Did she now.” Phoebe looks amazing in a little black dress that heightens her long cleavage, trim waist, thick hips and sexy thighs. Her three inch heels have her well over a foot taller than the middle school shaped girl in the lobby. “You… you and Da.. I mean Da… ugh! Daddy! *whimper* you… I hate…. I…” April’s voice tapers off as she starts to sob.. her nightly hypnosis paying off dividends and amuses Phoebe. “Now baby, Mommies and Daddies need time alone too, I know how much you miss us but you can’t just run out of the house dressed like this and show up where we are. What were you thinking?” April looks visibly confused but a quick glance at the mirrored wall to her right she sees what Phoebe is talking about… while Phoebe looks like an elegant, sexy woman April is wearing a light pink camisole with “Mommy’s Girl” in blue sequins across her non existent bust. Since it is a part of her matching light pink pajama set, there is no padding and her little nipples are tenting through the fabric. Looking down she sees fuzzy pink slippers that say “I want Mommy” “Right Meow” with a pouting kitten face on both sides. Her hair is in the usual pigtails. She suddenly feels small.. and stupid for coming downtown dressed like a toddler. “Come this way immediately. I’ve had enough of your naughty behavior.” Phoebe says pulling the embarrassed girl to the ladies’ room. April wants to say something and take Phoebe down for taking HER da.. no.. her man but instead she feels a sudden rush of humiliation and arousal at being treated this way… Phoebe says nothing as she sits on the leather couch in the entryway of the bathroom and then pulls April over her lap and brings spanking her right out in the open. 30 or so slaps later finds April sobbing and promising to “be good” while her arousal makes her little slit dribble into her thin thongs. “Stand.” Phoebe says pushing the woman to her feet. “Take them down. Time to give those little cheeks some bare bottomed treatment.” April sobs but grabs her pajama pants and pulls them down revealing a pair of gray thongs. April wears them even at bedtime to feel a little sexy since her body’s betrayal and subsequent loss of sexy curves leaves her feeling ugly and childish… “What is this?” Phoebe says touching the dark spot on her thin underwear. April looks down and says nothing. Her arousal is clearly visible on her panties. “That’s what I thought. Take them off.” “But what if someone comes in!” Snack! “Take them off now.” April slides off her pajama pants and her wet panties. “Throw those wet panties in the trash, you won’t need them anymore.” “What do you mean Phoebe?” SMACK! “Ow!” April leaps as Phoebe gives her bare ass a rapid fire of 15 swats as she stands in front of her. “Now put that nose in the corner while I use the bathroom.” While Phoebe pees she hears the door open to the bathroom, two older women’s voices are heard followed by a gasp as they both step back out in the restaurant. “I guess they’ve never seen a naughty little girl standing in the corner with her red cheeks exposed for all to see.” April just continues standing in the corner sobbing with embarrassment. “Put your pants back on.” April pulls up her pajama pants and waits for instruction. “Let’s go brat.” Phoebe says putting her hand on the smaller woman’s lower back pushing her towards the door. “Sit there.” She says taking her seat at the table next to Rob. April stares at her fiancé as he takes the hand of Phoebe and gives her a kiss on the cheek saying “There you are dear, I’m sorry our little brat is screwing up our date.” “Da… grr..” whispering “Daddy… I .. How could you ch.. chest on me with that bi… bi…” she whimpers as the hypnosis precludes her ability to say bad words “meanie?” “Well some little girls used to be really bad and they would let boys have sex with her whenever and wherever she wanted. Now I bet it would be hard for a flat chested, bare slited, brat to pick up a man.” April doesn’t say anything as her feelings are actually hurt by his words. “Honey, why don’t you tell Daddy why you aren’t wearing any panties.” “What? No Panties?” Rob says frowning. “What a naughty little thing you’ve become.” “They… they were wet because my… because I was wet down there.” “And during her spanking too. Can you imagine? What kind of freak would get that wet from being spanked by her rival? Tell me April, are you a lesbian?” April winces at the comment from Phoebe after so many times accusing her of being one. She shakes her head no. “We will see.” Phoebe says before turning back to her date leaving April to wonder what that meant. “There she is. Prefect timing, it was almost time for dessert and our naughty girl doesn’t deserve that.” Phoebe says to Stephanie as she approaches the table. “I’m sorry ma’am. After she left I didn’t know where to start looking since she took the car. Might need to start hiding the keys!” “Great idea! Well you get going.” “And as for you April; We will discuss this further when we get home later.” Rob says before turning his attention back to his date. By the morning the “new rules” are firmly in place. April has found herself being the low man on the totem pole while Phoebe has been elevated to the *real* love interest of Rob. They’ve told her that she will continue the exterior position of fiancé and that the marriage will continue as planned as well. Now the once proud April that would cheat on her men at the drop of a hat finds herself the “cuckold” in a relationship she can’t get out of or else the gravy train stops. Rob and Phoebe share the master bedroom while April sleeps in an upstairs bedroom that is slowly being changed from guest bedroom to a place you’d expect a newborn to sleep. Over the next few weeks the walls were painted pink, the dark wooden furniture replaced with white childish furniture, artwork removed and replaced with Disney posters, etc. April’s hypnosis plays on her formerly secret fetishes and as the Wedding Day approaches she’s found herself actually wanting more childish things in her room. Instead of fighting back or lashing out it’s easier to just “go play” in her room or ignore that she’s been replaced and instead focus on how cute she looks in her training panties standing outside Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom door waiting to bring them a surprise! “Come in baby.” Rob says as he lays on his back with a naked Phoebe straddling him in a cowgirl position. April steps in the room and immediately blushes at the sight of the two naked lovers especially Phoebe’s sexy curves.. April feels like she could wet herself at how arousing it is to see a *real* woman’s body. Her hypnosis has made her arousal include a sudden urge to pee, this accompanied by trigger phrases means she wears protection most of the time. “Awfully brave of you to wear just training panties knowing we were making love little girl.” Phoebe says with a laugh. “I… I.. just wanted to show you what I drew.” The meek girl says suddenly wishing she’d at least worn a pull-up… “Aww, well let’s see it.” Rob says sitting up in the bed as Phoebe slides off of his erect penis and lays down against him. April says nothing as she feels a spurt of pee escape into her thick panties at the sight of Rob’s hard penis still in view. “Don’t you peepee on our floor little girl.” Phoebe snaps “I won’t mommy… but I gotta go potty bad!” She says dropping the picture on the floor and running from the room… A few minutes (and a potty flush) later, April gingerly walks back into the room finding Rob and Phoebe cuddling and having pillow talk. “Did you make it to the potty April?” Rob asks not even looking at her. “Mostly .. I only wet a little.” She says looking at the floor. “Well let’s see your drawing.” “Ok!” She perks up at the attention she gets and then grabs the paper and holds it up for them to see. “Well that’s a cute little unicorn you colored honey.” Phoebe says smiling. “Oh thank you! I drew it for Daddy but I thought you might like it if it was purple…” “I do! But I think we need to discuss your accident don’t you?” She says pointing at the wet crotch of the almost naked girl standing next to the bed. “It was just a little.” “Looks like a lot to me.” Phoebe says getting out of bed naked she pulls April to stand beside her as if comparing herself to the much smaller woman. “I mean what can we do with a pale skinned, short, skinny, flat chested little girl in pigtails that can’t help but peepee every time she sees a hard dick?” She reaches over and pulls down April’s training panties that hit the floor with a wet slap. “I mean, look at this tiny little slit. I bet she couldn’t even get it in there anymore.” “Yes I could! I’m… I’m not a baby!” April says folding her arms in and pout. “Well show us then “big girl”, go over there and get Rob’s dick hard and let’s see it.” April stands frozen to the spot, the idea that she’s about to have sex with a man for the first time in months both arousing her and scaring her.. What if they are right? She thinks. After all her labia and clit have both seemingly shrank down over the months…. Maybe she should back down.. but then she also thinks about how good sex feels and how even boring Rob was still pretty good in bed… she feels her cheeks flush… “Tell you what, you get over there and start off with a lil blowjob. We can go from there. Whatever you get accomplished will be the new limit for you as his soon to be wife ok?” Phoebe says starting to lead April to Rob’s side of the bed. “Come on baby, sit on the edge of the bed and let’s see what Mrs Bigshot can do.” Rob laughs and then takes position with April standing between his legs.. her heart racing, her knees shaking and her sex so wet it glistens along her slit. “Come on girl! Do some of that slutty dancing you used to do at the club. That will get him worked up.” April closes her eyes and starts moving around dancing to unheard music. In her mind she’s back in the clubs as the center of attention, all eyes on her moves and her charms as she grinds against a man or woman seductively, she turns away from Phoebe and Rob and starts twerking, hands on the bedroom wall… she feels the heat in her chest, the moisture building in between her legs… and then she stands and snaps her face around to look at the effect her gyrations are having on her viewers when she sees Rob smiling and Phoebe covering her mouth because she is laughing.. “What’s so funny?” She pouts.. “Honey! You aren’t in the club with your sexy ass, thighs and fake tits. You.. well here, just watch this video I made of you.” Phoebe says holding up her phone for April to see.. Instead of the sexy club scene woman she was, she sees what looks like a little girl trying to copy their big sister’s dance moves. The only part of her body that could even be considered “grown up” is her pert little ass.. the rest of her is just too childish to take seriously. “Turn it off.” April says starting to cry. “Oh come on now. You wanted to show us what a woman you were. Here, let me help.” Phoebe says climbing off the bed and stepping over beside the meek woman. Phoebe slides down to her knees in front of Rob and then pulls April down to do the same, putting her between his legs. “Now show us baby. Show us what a sexy big girl you are.” April stares at Rob’s penis and then looks over to Phoebe. “Uh. Here… Take his cock in your hands and start working it. When it gets a little hard just put it in your mouth and show us what ya got!” April reaches and starts rubbing her fiancée’s penis and after a few moments it is getting erect. “There you go, now suck it.” April takes the shaft in her mouth and starts giving a decent blowjob. A few minutes into her performance she starts feeling that familiar pressure in her loins as her arousal builds… Phoebe whispers “You are such and good little cocksucker. Why don’t you rub that wet little slit of yours?” April keeps sucking and reaches one hand down finding that Phoebe is right, her excited “little slit” is literally dripping between her legs onto the floor! “Hmm…” Rob moans as his fiancée continues sucking him in a way she’s never done it before. He looks down at the naked woman and his arousal turns to scoffing thinking about how far she’s fallen. Of course this gets his juices going as well and he sees this more of a grudge fucking than love making. He looks over at Phoebe who is smirking at the flat chested April on her knees trying to prove what a “big girl” she is. Rob winks at Phoebe and reaches down grabbing Aprils pig tails and starts using them like handlebars grinding his cock in her mouth. April starts gagging but keeps going to prove that she’s still “got it” while Phoebe laughs at her leaning down and starts critiquing her “skills” at blowjobs along with poking fun at her diminished figure. The more she’s used and insulted, the more aroused April becomes… She doesn’t understand it but at the moment she doesn’t care as her arousal pushes her closer to the edge… she suddenly remembers that she’s supposed to have sex with Rob and she pulls her face away from Rob long enough to remind him. “But we’re supposed to have sex! Let me up so I can hpff!” Is all she gets out before Rob snatches her hair down forcing her to deep throat his cock. April doesn’t fight this as the idea to have sex with him is overcome with a desire to tongue his balls while her throat is used… “Look at you. Pathetic. You know you need to have sex or else you won’t get to again, but instead your slutty little mouth is hogging all the cock. You are just a little cocksucker.” Phoebe says slipping her foot under the girl’s ass and putting pressure on her dripping sex. April moans at the new sensation… “You want that cum don’t you?” “Uh huh!” April moans in response.. “You miss the taste of cum don’t you?” “Hmm Hmm!” She says around the penis in her mouth. “And thanks to your training now you will *crave* it.” Phoebe laughs. “Huh?” April says opening her eyes and looking towards Phoebe. “April loves cummies in her tummy.” Phoebe says patting her on the head… The trigger phase hits April immediately… she starts working the shaft and balls for all she is worth.. Rob is close to cumming…. “That’s a good girl, no more dick for your little slit, not when you want all that yummy cum in your mouth.” Phoebe explains. April is moaning in time with Rob… “Baby, give the little cum slut what she wants.” Phoebe says reaching over and kissing Rob passionately.. then she looks down as Rob tenses up “I’ll let the rest of that trigger be a surprise for you little bitch.” Just as she finishes speaking Rob erupts into April’s eager mouth shooting three large streams of cum into her throat. April never skips a beat continuing to suck his sensitive shaft….she feels her own arousal start to peak… she remembers something about needing to have sex with Rob “or else” but her excited little slit can’t wait another second.. the feeling of swallowing Rob’s cum too much for her arousal… she feels the orgasm rush over her from her mouth to her little nipples, to her belly, to her bladder? April suddenly gasps as her hand that’s been rubbing her clitoris gets soaked in urine.. a pool of piss forming between her legs as her orgasm finally hits her loins pushing her into the best cum in her life…. “Uh oh! Baby had a wittle accident.” Phoebe mocks. She picks up a towel and tosses it between April’s legs. “Clean up your mess.” “Wha.. what did you do to me?” April says starting to soak up the pee. “It was Rob’s idea. We decided that since you can’t control yourself and fuck anything moving, we’d make sure that you would think twice about cheating again… since now you only want cock in your mouth and cum pushes you into an orgasm, which make you empty your bladder. So enjoy all the dick you want, but you might want to put on a diaper before you head out to meet your next hookup.” Phoebe laughs. “In fact, since wittle April can’t control her pee-pee, let’s put baby in a diapee ok Daddy?” “Good idea. Wouldn’t want any more accidents.” Rob agrees. “Get up here and lay down Baby.” April doesn’t want to do it… she wants to fight back.. but then the idea of being regressed has her arousal steadily building up again…. Something about the way that Rob called her “baby” has her head spinning… she *wants* to be his “baby”, his “good girl”…….. she stands up on unsteady legs and then lays down on the bed. “Here we go.” Phoebe says handing Rob everything needed to put April in her first diaper… she giggles as April is put in a light pink puffy diaper and a sheer crop top also in pink with “I’m Baby” on the front. Her pale skin makes her stiff little pink nipples standout behind the material. “Just a little cutie isn’t she?” Phoebe says slipping back into bed. “She sure is, just a flat chested little baby that needs her diaper.” Rob laughs handing April a quilt and pointing at the floor next to the bed. April doesn’t need any instructions, she lays down on the floor and falls asleep.. Two months later and April finds herself in a crib in Rob and Phoebe’s bedroom. While they are making love on the bed, she’s grinding her padded crotch back and forth across a large teddy bear her “daddy” bought her last week. April’s hypnosis and training now includes an oral fixation so she typically has her thumb or a pací in her mouth, she also begs to give Rob blowjobs because she craves the taste of his semen. She doesn’t care that she must wear a diaper since his cum makes her have an orgasm. She just fills her diaper while he fills her mouth with cum. This morning she’s having a hard time cumming which she’s blaming on her thick diaper. She’s getting more and more frustrated watching Rob pound away on Phoebe’s slick slit and she’s learned that imagining her paci is a cock doesn’t cut it… As she hears Rob and Phoebe climax together she whimpers knowing that she isn’t going to get any of his cum and has decided that she can’t cum without it… “What’s the matter little girl?” Phoebe says walking towards the bathroom naked. She sees April staring at her lips, just a hint of semen collecting on the edges.. she licks her lips.. “You want some baby?” She says sliding a finger along her sex. April doesn’t reply.. she just sucks her pack harder. “Well come and get some.” Phoebe says sliding the crib side down. April crawls out on all fours and then smarts licking the standing Phoebe’s hot pussy. She’s lapping for all she’s worth and soon it’s Phoebe that is feeling weak… April wets her diaper as she cums and Phoebe moans grabbing her by her head and grinding her nose against her clitoris until she has a second orgasm. She lets go of the exhausted girl and she falls down on her hands in front of her Mistress/Mommy… “And this whole time you thought “I” was the lesbian. Who would have thought you were such and good cunt licker? …” she leans down “now thank me for feeding you.” “Thank you mommy… for letting me lick daddy’s cum out of your… your… “ Phoebe cuts her off “My adult pussy? And what do you have?” “Just a kid one…” April says keeping her face at the floor. “That’s right. I’m a woman and you are baby. Our little useless baby.” “Yes mommy…” A week later and April is as free as she’s been in months.. it’s her Bachelorette Party! Her girlfriends paid for a weekend in Vegas to celebrate her marriage, well they mean her continued river of money from her parents and how lucky she is to have a sucker like Rob that will be trapped soon enough. April has tried to talk to them about being caught and how it’s now HER being blackmailed but she can’t figure out why they don’t seem to care.. Or maybe she isn’t saying it right. When she tells them about what’s going on at home they all seem to ignore it and just laugh like she’s telling some big joke? She keeps trying to remember to record what she’s saying to them but she never remembers when the time comes… Landing at the airport they are already three sheets to the wind and by the time the limo drops them off at the resort they are already set to go get frisky with random men on the strip! “Hello ladies, I believe you must be our bachelorette party?” The sweet Asian woman says as they enter the doors. “That’s us! Time to send this girl off with the chump of her dreams!” Her maid of honor says laughing. “Oh. Um. Well we can have your bags taken up to your suite. Is there anything else you ladies need at the moment?” “Champagne I need to make a toast.” Another woman says. “Right away Miss.” A man approaches several minutes later with a tray of champagne glasses. “About time man.. good grief.” The tall blonde with the huge fake tits says holding up her glass.. “To us! To the men that are foolish enough to love us and give us their last names,” “and money girl!” (The thin brunette chimes in) “yup! the men that we’re going to send home drooling all weekend, and to all the men we’ve yet to fuck down the road!” “Cheers!” They say in unison downing their drinks. “Excuse me ladies, I believe you are due for your group massage and relaxation now.” The Asian woman says approaching with their keycards to their suite. “Massage? I thought we were hitting the strip early?” “Oh, I thought this would be a great way to start our evening!” April replies. “Shit, let’s get to it then! I hope I have a hunky guy that I can tease. Who knows, maybe he will get a happy ending!” The ladies enter their suite and find another tray with drinks awaiting them along with fresh robes. The 5 women all strip down on the spot and leave their clothing on the floor “That’s a maid’s job to clean up.” The Maid of Honor says with a laugh. April doesn’t strip, she enters the master bedroom saying she will be right back. She quickly takes off her clothes and then puts on her robe. While she’s been out in public with her friends the entire time since she was caught, she hasn’t shown any “skin” and none of her friends know about her diminished bust. She hopes the fluffy robe will hide everything… “So what now?” The blonde asks “The card on the tray says to have a cup of this herbal tea to begin the relaxation process.” The red head and only single girl in the group says taking a cup and passing one to each woman. They all take a seat on the three love seats and drink their tea awaiting the masseuses’ arrival. One day before the wedding… “You girls have a good time?” Phoebe asks the bridal party as they finish unloading their luggage from the limo. “Yeah! It was so awesome!” The blonde says giggling. “Glad to hear it. Did you girls score any men?” “Uh…. I don’t think we did…” “Oh? What about any jackpot winners?” “Not that I remember.” The brunette says looking at the rest of the group. “Wow.. So then what did you do the whole weekend?” “We relaxed in the suite? I mean. We got massages and had a lot of fun.” April says looking confused. “So you just hung out in the resort and didn’t go anywhere? Sounds boring for you guys. You have all he such little minxes in the past.” “Well whatever, maybe if you were more interesting we would have included you in the trip.” The blonde smirks knowing how much April hates Rob’s longtime friend. Phoebe scoffs and then looks at April and walks away. “God I hate that bitch as much as April does.” The brunette says picking up her bag. “Oh!” “What?” “I don’t know.. my shoulder kinda hurts.” She says rubbing her shoulder and heading to her car. “That’s funny. My ass has been sore all day.” the maid of honor says rubbing her right cheek. “Ok ladies, I’ll meet you all at the rehearsal dinner in a bit!” The sweet redhead says climbing in her sports car. Everyone heads their separate way to prepare for the evening. “Did you enjoy yourself little girl?” Phoebe says helping April remove her “big girl” clothes now that she’s back home. “Yes mommy.” “Did any of your little friends notice your teeny tits?” “No mommy… I changed in the bedroom.” “And after your bitchy friends were out.. Did you make mommy proud?” She says peeling off the training bra and leaving her in only a pair of thick cotton panties. April fidgets and then whispers “Yes mommy. I did everything you told me to do.” “That’s a good little girl. Mommy is SO very proud of you.” She pushes April to her knees and then turns around pulling up her dress and revealing her naked ass to the kneeling woman. April needs no more of an invitation as she dives her face between her legs lapping her sex from behind hoping for a little taste of her Daddy’s cum…. After a few minutes she whimpers knowing that there is none to be found, but she is pleased knowing that Phoebe has cum on her face. “Show me your new tattoo.” April stands and starts sliding down her panties. Phoebe smiles seeing the white material stick to her wet slit before hitting the floor. She laughs when she sees the tattoo just above her bare sex. A teddy bear with “spelling blocks” above and below that say “I AM A BABY” on top and “POTTY TRAINING FAILURE” below. “And what did you add to your little friends?” Phoebe says handing April a pull-up. “I gave them all matching ones that said “I’m a whore that will fuck anything that moves” with the QR code you gave me mommy.” “Very good!” “But I didn’t give it to Amy. She’s my redhead friend that was always a good girl that doesn’t sleep around… so… I gave her a sweet one instead.” “Oh did you? Well I guess that’s ok. She has always been nice to me. What did you give her?” “Her’s just says “I’m a Good Girl for Mistress” in pink.” “Aw. And I bet she will be such a good girl from now on.” Phoebe starts dressing April in a push-up bra. “Now let’s get you ready for your big night.” The rehearsal is a success. Rob and April look like they are in love and the groomsmen and bridesmaids are all set. The bridesmaids did seem a little “off” but for most of them their husbands (groomsmen that April demanded of Rob back during her more high maintenance days) didn’t notice. Arriving back home April removes her clothes and gets put in a fresh diaper by Phoebe. She’s left to watch a movie while Rob and Phoebe make love in earshot but out of sight. The sound of them having sex has April getting worked up… An hour later Phoebe enters the room and pulls April to her knees bringing us back full circle to the beginning of the story.. A small diapered woman licking away at the woman she used to hate above all else… After Phoebe cums the second time and changes a wet April into a fresh diaper she tells her she has a deal to make with her. “So all I have to do is come clean about what I have been doing for the last 6 months and then you will help me be a big girl again?” “That’s right. You go out there and tell everyone what a bratty little baby you have been and we call it even. You and Rob keep your money but everyone will know what a freak you’ve been pissing your pants and begging for cum.” Phoebe walks April to her crib and tells her she is sure she will make the right decision. “Well don’t you look beautiful!?” April’s mother says looking at her daughter standing in her designer wedding gown. The satin gown is perfect for April, hugging her body showing everyone just how toned her body is. You can see a hint of her muscles in her tummy outlined in the fabric, her push-up strapless bra gives her a hint of cleavage to the casual observer but April knows it is due to the silicone “falsies” she stuffed in the cups to give her some sort of breasts. Her hair is in a very beautiful up-do, and her 4” heels put her taller than her bridal party. Looking in the mirror April sees what she used to be. A curvy, sexy, long legged femme fatale. She smiles at “the look” she’s carefully created for herself today. “It’s time girls.” The wedding planner ushers the bridal party and April’s mom out of the room leaving April to make the guests wait for her to grace them with her presence… “You look good April.” Phoebe says entering the room. “I sure do.” She replies feeling like nothing Phoebe does today could ruin all of this. “So… I take it you didn’t tell the truth.” “No way! And no one will believe *you* if you try to tell them either.” “Oh baby!” Phoebe says stepping behind April.. “I won’t have to tell them. You will see.” Phoebe whispers into April’s ear and then she closes her eyes… “Such a good girl!” Phoebe says laughing at April. She’s watching April cutting her wedding gown to shreds with a pair of scissors along with her thigh highs, bra, and bouquet. She’s already thrown her heels into the trash can. April can’t seem to stop herself, and while she’s crying on the inside on the outside she’s smiling at being a good girl and her bare sex is starting to drip with arousal… “Ok let’s get our girl dressed up to show the world who you really are!” “Ok Mommy!” April smiles setting the scissors down. “I got it all cutted up!” “You sure did! Now here we go…” “Isn’t this just perfect?” Phoebe says positioning April in front of the mirror. April looks panicked for a second but then giggles at how cute she looks… Her hair in two pigtails with pink bows. Her patent leather Mary Janes with pink bows! Sweet white ankle socks with pink trim. Her wedding gown has been replaced with a white little girl’s party dress with several updates. The puffy cap sleeves remain, but the bodice is sheer enough that you can see her little pink nipples poking the fabric. Phoebe told her “no more silly bras on your nonexistent boobies”. The collar sits low enough to make sure everyone sees her total lack of any cleavage. The skirt portion is poofy enough to expose the crinoline beneath. It has three pink trim pieces with cute pink bows on the edges. Her white thongs have been replaced with a white diaper with pink trim along her legs and a pink bow on the front and back acting as the wetness indicator. Her bouquet has been replaced with a large pink rattle. Her “something blue” is a paci that Phoebe said she can use if she wants to but it’s clipped to her dress so she doesn’t lose it either way. “Well little girl, let’s go introduce you to the world. But first, a little something to keep you in your toes out there…. Bend over baby……” April’s father has a look of confusion on his face when his adult daughter steps up beside him to walk down the aisle. He shakes his head and then figures it must be some modern style that he’s ignorant too. Her diaper is barely visible and he remembers that some women wear “bridal diapers” but surely she would have worn a longer dress? “Hello princess. I can’t believe this is the way you wanted to look in wedding pictures down the road but I love you and you are a beauty.” April smiles and giggles when he kisses her forehead. As the music starts she looks at everyone standing and looking at her. Their gasps at her outfit are audible and she feels her bladder let go as they start walking down the aisle. Phoebe watches her pink bow on the rear of her diaper turn a deeper pink and laughs as the now wet diaper starts hanging further down. While everyone stares at the visibly wet diaper along with the rest of her clothing, April can only focus on how aroused she is getting from knowing that everyone sees her true identity! Her cheeks flush and her breathing picks up pace. She looks at her Groom and then the minister begins… As he finishes with Rob’s portion and he says “I Do” he smiles at April and says “Who’s my baby girl?” “Me!” April giggles “And who wants to be my good girl forever?” “Me!” April starts squirming “And who wears her diapers all the time?” “Me!” April feels her sex getting close to orgasm… “And if you want to have Phoebe be your mommy show me and say “I Do”. April’s face turns dark pink and she starts grunting….. “I……. *gasp*…… I……. Oh!! oh Daddy!!! *grunts* … I DooDoo!” She pushes the gallon enema that Phoebe gave her before she stepped out to meet her father out as she has the strongest orgasm of her life… Rob reaches over and steadies her while the audience watches her crisp white diaper fade to dark brown! “Good girl!” Rob says bobbing her on the nose. April doesn’t reply as she’s put her paci in her mouth and wiggles her butt back and forth to feel the warmth of her poo-poo moving around. “Now baby… Isn’t there something you want to say?” Rob says pulling out her paci. April looks confused then laughs. “Oh yeah! Sowwy Daddy! I sure do!” She turns to the audience and starts explaining how she has been a bad girl since she was little and cheated on all of her boyfriends. She talked about how much she cheated and stole boyfriends from even her best of friends (Even mentioning she did it to two of her bridesmaids). She talked about how much money she’s blown and how she lies her way out of any trouble she’s ever been in. She finishes up by talking about how she’s gonna be a “good girl” from now on and how happy her “kitty” is when she pee-pees in her diapers. “Is that all Baby girl?” Phoebe says walking down the aisle carrying a large pink bag that says “Baby April’s Uh Oh Bag” over her shoulder. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot mommy!” April giggles and wets her diaper again. She turns towards the bridesmaids and announces what a great time they had on the bachelorette trip to Las Vegas and says that while what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas she feels like it’s ok to tell what didn’t happen. Namely that three of the girls planned out a night of naughty sex with boys for her and themselves even though they are married or have serious relationships they cheat all the time. They are bad little girls too. The groomsmen look at each other wondering which of them has been a sucker and have cheating girlfriends or wives… “Daddy should I show them who the bad girls are?” “I think so, what happens to naughty girls baby?” “They get in trouble.” April pouts. “Well don’t keep us waiting baby. Show us.” Rob winks at his new wife. “Anybody want to admit they cheat before you can’t help but show us who you really are?” Phoebe says opening the diaper bag and taking out a fresh diaper for April. “Fuck you lezbo.” The tall blonde snaps. “Tsk tsk.” Phoebe says taking April by the hand and laying her down right there on the spot to change her. She tickles April’s tummy and she giggles pushing out a little more poop and pee. “There we go. Now we won’t mess up a fresh clean diapee will we baby?” April giggles and shakes her head no raising and spreading her legs for the upcoming change. “Well no takers. Guess you better say the magic words baby.” Phoebe says starting to change April’s diaper… “Ok mommy.” She looks towards the bridesmaids and says “Slick kitties and wet kitties aren’t the same thing unless they are.” All eyes are on the bridesmaids waiting for something to happen… The maid of honor scoffs and then walks over to her husband and pulls her dress up showing her pee soaked thong and says “See? I not a bad girl? My panties are still dry!” The tall blonde looks at her friend and says “but you did pee pee! You told didn’t you?” About that time someone points to her gown and says they can see the pee stains as well “Oh no! I pee pee too!” The brunette just starts sobbing and slips her dress over her shoulders leaving her standing in nothing but heels and a pair of soaked panties. Finally the redhead that never cheated but never stepped in and tried to stop her friends’ behavior walks quickly to Phoebe… “I’m sorry, but I was so caught up being a part of the wedding party and getting my little girls ready that I somehow forgot to bring my diaper bag. I’m so embarrassed… Would you happen to have a few extra diapers in there so I can get them cleaned up?” “Of course!” Phoebe says handing her entire bag over to the distressed woman. “Us moms have to stick together.” “Thank you! I knew I should’ve kept them in at least pull-ups but they all insisted on being in panties.” “Potty training.. what can ya do ya know?” Phoebe says finishing up diapering April. The new “Mommy” orders her “girls” to come get changed which begins a whole new round of crying and complaints from the trio. The worse of which is the brunette that starts stomping her feet and saying she’s a big girl that doesn’t need a stupid diaper. “Young lady you quit that this instant!” Her mother says slapping her thigh. Instead of stopping she starts clinching her fist and stomps her foot one more time before her face strains and to everyone’s shock a dark bulge appears in the seat of her satin panties. She reaches back and touches the lump and then yells “You made me poo poo!” At her “mommy” and then runs up the aisle and out of the building. An adult baby wearing nothing but one heel (she lost one running) and a pooped pair of panties. Phoebe smiles at Rob pleased to find that the hypnosis that April subjected her friends to the entire bachelorette getaway worked like a charm. The cheating sluts, exposed and now diaper dependent and the friend that should have stopped them now their Mommy to give them the care and attention they need. Epilogue: April’s parents tried to nullify the wedding but found that she and Rob had actually married 6 months before and April signed a prenup giving Rob control of all finances. Phoebe and Rob share a bed and for all intents and purposes live as husband and wife while April spends her time trying (and failing) at potty training during the day and masturbating through her wet diapers at night to the sounds of her “Mommy and Daddy” making love in her old bed… The rest of the wedding party now comes over for play dates and potty training help while their husbands live the bachelor life enjoying the freedom of “cheating” that their wives so long enjoyed…. The end

Chapter 14 “Catching up…” Margaret has slowed or stopped all further physical regression on both of her “littles” after reaching the limits of what can be done to these women without causing strain on their work, family, and life in general. Charlotte is now 4’9” and has the shape of a grown woman with her 30DD chest and size 0 petite pants. Her pants could be smaller but that is the only way to fit her now daily worn diapers into clothing. Not that she minds since she prefers dresses and skirts anyway. Her once dark blonde hair has settled at light blonde giving her an innocent look especially with her light complexion complete with some freckles across her cheeks, chest and above her butt. Ever since her illness two weeks ago she’s found every excuse possible to wear a diaper even during the day and with the very last modification Margaret programmed it will be no time before she’ll need them anyway. She already wets indiscriminately when asleep without even waking. She also finds she sleeps much better with her ever present paci in her mouth. Ashlee has stopped at 4’8” and still has the more athletic figure of the two. Her custom bras at a 28D gives the small bust she sports a nice amount of cleavage since even at 28”, her breasts themselves are big for her size. Her dark brown hair is now a cute red to match her light complexion. During the day she typically wears training panties especially now that her size allows a more robust selection. Nighttime is another matter entirely as our pint sized law enforcement officer wears a pull-up every night since waking up dry is more rare than wet these days. Both girls still have a great sex life together and they don’t even notice (or care) that they must be supervised by Margaret for all love making. When they are “done” for the night Nanny even cleans them up and gets them back in their nighttime clothing so they can just revele in the feeling longer. Nanny doesn’t even limit how much they drink anymore since both girls will wet themselves regardless. They really have a great life and can’t complain. Charlotte’s “Day Life” isn’t really affected by her alternative lifestyle since as a manager at the local hospital she is free to wear anything business wear wise and no one notices the crinkle of her diapers when she is in the office though a couple of times people have commented on the smell of baby powder in her office or randomly when she’s in close proximity. Margaret has done a great job of altering Charlotte’s diet as well so that there are no urine smells and Charlotte has done a good job of “holding it” so she can poop at home. Ashlee on the other hand has had to accept a few changes since she started down this path. For starters the Sheriff (a female) finds her “just adorable” and insists on using her for public relations events instead of just being on patrol. While the comments pour on her about how well she carries herself and how great she is on camera or in front of an audience abound; she knows that the real reason is because she’s simply too little to be a successful patrol officer. At her size, she would not intimidate a middle schooler refusing to go to school much less a real criminal. They even had to make “accommodations” for her badge and even her gun. The standard badge looked huge on her little shirt and her hands are just too small for the standard issue pistol. She wears a compact that looks more realistic on her belt. Even if she could handle the full-size version it looked ridiculous hanging on her side, the barrel far lower than her pockets. She feels lucky they didn’t put her at a desk job so she doesn’t complain. Another issue she can avoid being off patrol duty is her weakened bladder. Her first few shifts found her dashing to a restroom and once failing in her quest. A wet pair of trainers at least kept her tan uniform pants dry. Now she can go use the “potty” like any other woman although most other deputies don’t refer to it as the “potty”. Something they tease her about. The Sheriff even reminded her to “use the potty” before she got on stage for a recent public relations event causing the small woman to blush, especially since the Sheriff made a good call on that, no way she would have made it through the event if she didn’t get the reminder. Chapter 15 coming soon!