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The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 63 Isabelle's mind was racing. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the now reignited auditorium. Her ears had not quite recognized the raucous applause around her as she just barely lifted her head off of the soft carpet she likewise didn't recognize. But her mind? Her mind was racing. It wasn't the only thing racing, however. Isabelle's heart was beating faster than she could ever recall. Together, heart and mind, her thoughts and emptions were causing a whirlwind inside of her that her body had not quite caught up to. Had her eyes been capable of registering what was happening around her, they would have seen a jam packed auditorium standing as the ballerinas on stage took their bows. Had her ears been capable of hearing, they would have caught as several parents called down to their children with pride, wanting to give their performers the individualized attention they all so deserved. Had her brain been accepting information from the nerves at the edges of Isabelle's fingers, she would have registered that she had been, at some point during the second half of the performance, laid down on the soft, plush carpet, now sporting a small drool spot from her mouth. But none of that had happened, even as Isabelle sat up on her recently soaked diaper, the cushion squelching beneath her. Isabelle's heart and mind continued to race as her body acted on autopilot, her arms stretching out above her head, her physical form having been disrupted from its slumber. Isabelle did not, however, feel rested. Her dream was more real than ever, and Isabelle began questioning whether her time in Aquaria was not her actual reality. '....But what would that make this?' She found herself asking. Isabelle's mind felt out of control, and for the first time in a while, out of synch with her body. It was as though her mind had been hit by a train of information; her eyes were opened wide, both literally and figuratively. But all they could process was what she had learned in her dream. It was the slippers. Isabelle repeated the thought to herself over and over as memories began to slowly seep into her mind. 'It was the slippers' Isabelle reinforced her newly discovered theory as Jane picked Isabelle up from the floor, holding her NOW baby daughter close to her body. 'It was the slippers' Isabelle repeated and repeated the line to herself. No matter now much time seemingly passed, Isabelle was fueled by her sudden realization. The adrenaline had not worn off at all from the moment she had returned from Aquaria. There were too many questions to ask, far too few answers, and absolutely no direction with which to follow moving forward. Isabelle was absolutely dazed. But whether it was the daze, or something else, Isabelle's body continued to act consistent with her current physical self, and perhaps against her mind. When her mom lifted her up, Isabelle did not resist. When her mom snuggled her neck, Isabelle released a giggle and cuddled into the nook of her mom's neck. Isabelle's mind may have been coming to, but her body was not. To an onlooker, Isabelle's behavior thus probably seemed precisely how one might expect. Isabelle was stunningly silent through the lengthy standing ovation and applause, as each dancer was cheered on loudly by the friends, family, and classmates. The noise, which normally might have bothered her, felt muted. Instead, all Isabelle heard was the echoes of her mind replaying her dream over and over again. Isabelle stayed silent as her mommy and daddy went to congratulate Dani's parents. Isabelle hardly even noticed they had moved to another balcony, her eyes completely transfixes on her ballet slippers wrapped around her mother's side as her mind continued to struggle with the reality of her situation. More than a few "she must be exhausted" and "what an absolute champion" were thrown in Isabelle's direction by curious friends. Isabelle heard none of it. Isabelle reacted to none of it Nor was any of it true; Isabelle felt full of energy, her heart pounding hard against her chest. "Well," Jane said, transitioning the conversation with her peers, "we have to collect ours and get this one home to bed." Jane shifted Isabelle higher up on her hip, stroking her daughter's hair in an effort to calm her down. "I don't know," Dani's mom joked sheepishly. "She looks so stiff and attentive all the sudden. You'd think she'd be fast asleep on your shoulder at this point!" Sam and Jane curiously met eyes; Isabelle was acting a little strange, to their eyes at least. "I'm sure she's just overtired, and a little thrown off by all the noise and lights. She'll be out cold before we back the car out of the lot." Sam explained Jane changed her facial expression from concern into a smile; 'he's right, after all,' she told herself. But he wasn't. Or it didn't feel like he was. Isabelle suddenly felt very lonely. Her momm- mother could not possible understand what she was going through at that moment, as more and more memories of her past life flooded into her mind. 'Or can she? Does she.....know?' Isabelle wondered. The terrifying thought occupied Isabelle's mind as Jane carried her toward the staircase that would lead down to the main floor. 'What if momm......mom has known all along what's been happening to me....what's happened to me over the last.....well months!' It couldn't be true, Isabelle wanted to believe. But the sinking thought of it even being possible horrified her. Isabelle's eyes moved up from her shoes to meet her mother's gaze, the first time she had stopped looking at her slippers. 'Momm...Mom has had this kind of work out for her,' Isabelle thought. 'She met a nice man, she's engaged...' Isabelle's mind got stuck on that fact for a moment longer than she intended. As a baby, she had not appreciated the ramifications of her mom's engagement beyond that she was going to be a flower girl. But her mind was suddenly not that little girl's, and reality was setting in. 'It couldn't be though,' Isabelle concluded, not wanting to to consider the idea for one moment longer, and certainly not wanting to explore the notion that her mom would engage in half, let alone some very particular things, with Isabelle had she known what was happening. But Isabelle's current situation was suddenly becoming all too real to her. She was in her mother's arms. HER ARMS! Jane was carrying her, as though Isabelle was nothing. And Isabelle practically was nothing. Isabelle's eyes traced her little pudgy arms, before scanning down her body to the legs wrapped around her mom's torso. It was remarkable; she was LITERALLY a baby. 'How....can this be.....real?' Yet Isabelle's body tried with all of its effort to get even closer to her mom, pulling on her mom's neck with all her might in order to get her head higher up. Jane simply shifted Isabelle to Jane's front, allowing Isabelle's head to collapse fully on Jane's shoulder. Isabelle recognized, however, that was had happened was real, however possible. Memories of being in classes with those girls she had JUST watched on the stage were starting to return to her mind. It felt as though it were just days ago. Then suddenly, Isabelle was in 10th grade all over again, and everyone acted......'completely normal about it.' It was as though Isabelle was the only one who realized what had happened. Isabelle's heart began to race faster as her mom's feet hit the ground level. Before she knew it, her mom had rounded a corner, and in her mind, she had shrunk again; this time to middle school. Memories of her new friends, of Mel, brought a smile to her face, if briefly. But the concern and shock returned almost immediately thereafter. 'How was any of this possible...' Isabelle's mind turned back to her investigation. It seemed so foolish now, but had she simply not identified the cause. 'The slippers...' No matter how many times she spoke it to herself, it remained shocking to think. Isabelle's attention was snapped for the first time since the show had ended. It felt as though it had been nearly an hour, if not quite that. Isabelle felt as her mom's body however, re-energized as they greeted someone. "Sweetie you were AMAZING! I mean absolutely AMAZING! WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU!" Jane's voice echoed in Isabelle's ears as she picked her head up to see Lola, walking out of the locker room, still wearing much of her ballet outfit and her makeup. 'She's blushing,' Isabelle thought. It was a shocking thought to have, Isabelle reflected in an instant. Not just because Isabelle was able to recognize such a subtle body response. It was shocking because Lola rarely blushed. 'Lola knows she's great. Even when her dad.....' Isabelle's mind trailed off, before the realization set in. 'She hasn't had a mom to greet her after a show in almost a decade.' Isabelle was both grateful and regretful that she recognized how special the moment must have been for Lola, after all these years, after developing such a nice relationship with her....... with their mom. Isabelle was happy for her friend. Her best friend. Isabelle's theory was only confirmed by Lola's more indifferent response to her dad's compliments. "Thanks guys. But I wasn't even the lead in this one. It's Dani that was amazing...." 'Humble.' Now that was a response Isabelle was used to Lola providing, despite being the strongest dancer of their year. Isabelle didn't get to think much longer, before she was suddenly lifted out of her mom's arms, and grasped tightly by Lola. Lola's touch was so delicate. Isabelle had held her friend's hands so often, the touch felt just as familiar as it cradled her body. "And how about you Belly? What did you think of how I did?" Lola asked playfully, as she used her free hand to accept a bouquet of flowers Sam handed to her. Isabelle wanted to compliment Lola, to tell her she was amazing, to point out the nuances of Lola's performance, the specific moves she completed perfectly. Isabelle's mind was recycling memories of those parts of the show she had been awake for, and felt the glowing response coming out, sitting on the very tip of her tongue, begging to escape. But her body simply didn't allow it. Instead, Isabelle buried her face into Lola's shoulder, rubbing her dripping nose and drooly mouth into the nook of Lola's neck. Isabelle simple nodded, pushing her face in deeper to her friend's skin, the all-too familiar smell of Lola's perfume flowing through Isabelle's nose. Isabelle expressed her approval the only way her body would allow; nodding up and down into Lola's neck. "Aww.....Is someone tired?" was all Lola said in response. Jane answered for Isabelle. "Yeahhh, I think so. But you'd be so proud. She lasted the whole first half of the show. She watched from my arms, and dad's arms, and she kept pointing and pointing at you, calling your name. We had to put her pacifier in just to keep her quiet. She was practically screaming for you!' 'Another blush.' This one, Isabelle felt, as the warmth spread to Lola's cheeks, pressing against her own face. It made her happy. Which was odd all things considered. Isabelle was still smiling when Lola grasped Isabelle more firmly, translating her carry into more of a hug or cradle. It only made Isabelle happier. "What an amazing little girl you are!" was the only response Isabelle heard, as she settled her head further into her friend. It felt familiar, and that was comforting. So familiar, Isabelle nearly nodded off, nearly forgot that her world had come crashing back to reality. From there, the conversation took off without Isabelle at all. Lola led the way through the school. Jane continued to marvel at all of Lola's pieces of the performance, often pointing out the very things Isabelle had wanted. In fact, Isabelle was a little shocked about how much her mom actually knew about ballet. 'I never realized how much she really paid attention to me...' It was a sobering though, yet still overflowed Isabelle with love. The conversation didn't stall from the auditorium to the car. Isabelle kept her head buried in Lola's shoulder. Her mind was still racing, but her body felt so relaxed. Isabelle's mental journey continued, as memories of her second time in second grade returned. The loneliness of that time took over; she had been without her friends from high school or middle school. There had been so much stress during the day and at night with trying to get to the bathroom. Of everything that happened to her, even more than it happening to begin with, that time had been a major low point in her journey. The emotions of the memories were too much for Isabelle, and Isabelle felt her body finally begin to act with her min as she let out a few sobs and some cries just as Lola approached the car. "Shhhhh. Shhhh Shhh. It's okay Belly," Lola whispered, believing Isabelle's stirs to be related to the opening of the car door, or simple exhaustion. "Let's get you into your car seat, and well be in bed in no time. Shhhh Shhh.." Isabelle was not ready to let go, however. Isabelle didn't want to be alone, to be without Lola ever again. Her memories of her time in second grade were too much, and her grip on her friend - or sister - tightened. It was relentless. "Okay, Okay!" Lola exclaimed, actually shocked at the sting of pain from Isabelle digging her nails into her neck. "I'll carry you around to the other side with me," Lola said, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. After such a long evening, she didn't need a toddler's nails in her neck, and she was herself quite exhausted. The promise was enough to calm Isabelle's nerves as she released her vice grip on Lola, and settled back down into her friend's body. Isabelle didn't stir again as Lola closed the side door. Isabelle didn't fidget as Lola carried her to the other side. Isabelle didn't budge as Lola slid into the car in one swift movement, closing the door with a freed hand. Isabelle simply rested. Lola, however, was not going to overlook safety. Deftly, Lola shifted Isabelle off of her shoulder and into her car seat. Before Isabelle could so much as open her eyes, she found herself buckled in firmly, the padding of her seat enveloping her. Isabelle thought she would be more upset to be away from Lola. But in truth, her car seat lent her body a comfort her mind was not expecting. Rather than protest the lack of contact with Lola, Isabelle instead found a special peace within her special seat, her body relaxing, even if her mind would not. Her mind's journey continued. But rather than further distress, Isabelle's mind seemed to settle as memories of daycare flooded her mind. "I was - am - so little," Isabelle confessed, or indeed accepted, as her mind replayed memories and images from class with Becky and Julia as though she was there at that very minute. Isabelle saw a smile on her face, as she called out animal names, played with make-believe trains, memories filling her heart with warmth. More than familiarity, or clarity, engulfed her. Isabelle was filled with a sense of joy, of happiness, of completeness, as her mind played memory after memory of singing, dancing, playing and more at daycare. Isabelle felt no distress, and certainly no stress, as her mind seemingly calmed itself for the first time since she had woken up after the show. 'I was.....truly happy there,' Isabelle confessed to herself, just as she felt her lips part as Lola slipped her pacifier into her mouth in the car. Isabelle felt her eyes settle shut, as her body went into autopilot, suckling her pacifier graciously. 'Happier than.....' Isabelle wasn't sure if it was true. Or if she was even willing to admit it. But part of her wanted to think it, wanted to say it. Happier than she had been in a while. Isabelle's confessions was seemingly only reinforced as the car began to back out of the spot, before Sam shifted into drive, and began the journey home. Despite reality setting into her mind, Isabelle felt confused. 'Shouldn't I be freaking out? At least, more than I am...?' But Isabelle's heart rate was slowing, her mind was calming. It wasn't yet relaxed, but more that it was confused. 'Do I even have a choice?' Isabelle wondered. But as she did, she opened her eyes, and stared down at her feet. Despite her enlightenment, she had not once tried to take her slippers off. 'I'm still wearing them.....I suppose I could just....take them off.' Isabelle was too distracted to consider the irony that she had been happily suckling her pacifier while contemplating her very adult decisions. ... ... 'I don't know what I want.' Isabelle admitted it quietly, as she felt her body shift against the cushion of her seat. Her eyes shut firmly once again, her realization briefly causing her heart to speed up again. But something unexpected happened that calmed her down; Isabelle's face warmed at Lola's touch, who seemingly noticed her distress. Isabelle didn't need to open her eyes. In fact, she preferred to keep them shut, allowing her sense of touch and feel to have exclusive focus on Lola's touch, as her gentle fingers stroked Isabelle's cheek, before playfully dancing their way down her chest and stomach, down her legs, and to her slippers, before repeating the motions back up her body. Isabelle squirmed gleefully in her chair as she felt the car make another turn, her body shifting toward the door this time instead. Conversation continued in the car around her. Isabelle heard echoes of her mom's voice. Her new dad's voice. Lola's voice. There was laughter. There were high pitches and low. There was excitement and energy. It was an incredible sensation; Isabelle had never quite had a family like this before. And as she considered that thought, she realized no one else in the car really had either, at least in some time. More remarkable than anything was the fact that it occurred to Isabelle she either wasn't even hearing the words that were spoken, or couldn't comprehend them. Yet, the feeling of fulfillment was still the same. She FELT it, KNEW it, was PART of it, and even added to it. Knowing what was said was not as relevant as simply being present in that moment. The sensation of feeling whole was too much for her little body to handle emotionally. Isabelle's mind, perhaps, could have managed it. But her body was still operating very much as it had for the past several weeks. Right now, that little body needed to move. Isabelle felt her back arch up from the soft padding it had been laying against, but that alone wasn't enough. Isabelle's feet stretched out as much as her seat would allow, before bending, her feet resting against her seat. Isabelle pushed her feet, using the leverage created with her legs to arch her body further. Isabelle mustered just enough strength to life her wet diaper up from the seat, pressing against the five point harness that held her securely in the car as much as she could. Sensing she lacked the strength to hold herself long, Isabelle used her arms to hold herself suspended, if even just for a moment. Isabelle's stirring didn't garner much, if any reaction or attention, other than Lola's hand continuing to dance around her body.. 'It's completely normal to them,' Isabelle acknowledged, as she pressed up further against her harness with all her might, the conversation, noise, and family around her continuing about as though everything was in order. Isabelle smiled beneath her pacifier, which continued to shift in, and out, of her mouth with every breath. Isabelle's exertion of effort caused her body to engage in an unexpected, different reaction. It was an indescribable moment, frozen as she suspended herself above her car seat. Isabelle's mind was fully hers once more. Perhaps overwhelmed with the onslaught of memories and feelings returning all at once. But hers nonetheless. Yet Isabelle's body was not her own. It continued to respond to the every stimuli, internal and external, as it had, as it should, as was normal for the little baby she had become, that she was. So while her mind was fully aware of what happened next, her body proceeded without hesitation. Isabelle's stomach muscles delicately pushed as her face scrunched up, just enough to ensure she could help her bowels along. Isabelle's mind processed as her sphincter wantingly opened up, allowing her poop to escape into the welcoming diaper underneath her. Isabelle's body naturally proceeded, emptying what poop it had, wave after wave, as her mind acknowledge the feeling of the poop piling up in her diaper, first weighing it down until it was practically touching the seat beneath her, and then continuing to pile up until the very last log stacked up, resting against the skin of her bottom. Isabelle's mind wanted to be disgusted at what she had just fully been aware of happening. Isabelle was, however, in a way disgusted that her mind was not. 'It should be wrong, feel wrong.' But it didn't. 'It doesn't....it feels.....good," Isabelle admitted. 'It feels right." Isabelle's body continued to overpower - or perhaps work with, if Isabelle was being honest - her mind, as the effort to keep herself suspended was simply too much for her little body. Slowly, effortlessly, seamlessly, Isabelle released the tension in her arms, lowering herself slightly. Isabelle's mind braced as she felt the very top log of poop, which had been resting so delicately against her skin, begin to flatten as the weight of her body pressed down on it, and the layers of poop below it. Isabelle continued, releasing the strain in her legs, one at a time, as she unbent her right knee first. Isabelle stretched her little right leg out, feeling relief in the tension it had holding her body up, as the right side of her body sank further. Isabelle felt her right butt cheek push more weight down against the mound of poop beneath her, now pressing it more firmly, with more weight, feeling the warm solid mound press down around her right side. Isabelle felt as the poop covered her right butt check, pressing further behind her, and even in front, before she lowered no more. Still, her mind was not disgusted. Still, Isabelle was shocked it was not. Isabelle repeated the process with her left knee, which represented the last remaining structure holding her body up. Isabelle felt relief as her leg stretched out, as had her right, before a similar sinking happened on her left. Her poop covered her left butt cheek, before shifting forward and back, up the backs and front of her diaper. Unlike last time, however, the full weight of her body was now pressing her poop in every direction. By the time Isabelle stopped sinking, the poop had risen not only to the top of the back of her diaper, but the front as well. Still, no disgust. 'This should be mortifying!' Isabelle couldn't help but think. Yet her mind was not mortified. And her body was, in fact, the complete opposite, as the smile on her face extended. Isabelle shifted her weight left and right, finding a sweet comfort seated in her poop. Despite being fully seated on it now, Isabelle was not making any contact with the padding of her diaper. Rather, a thick layer of her poop was propping her up, and Isabelle felt noticeably taller in her car seat, and equally, if not more comfortable. Isabelle was snapped our of her daze as she heard a noise to her left; Lola had used her free left hand to lower the power window on the driver's side near her. Isabelle almost forgot where she was, a sense of guilt beginning to trickle into her mind. 'Oh my god....what will they think? What will they say?' The disgust Isabelle had been expecting, but had not come, would soon enough be thrust upon her, Isabelle knew, whether she wanted it or not. Yet it never came. There was no reaction at all to what Isabelle's body - nay, what Isabelle - had done. No reaction when she had lifted herself up. No response when she had scrunched her face and pushed. No comments as she piled her poop up into her diaper. No remarks as she sat back down in it, spreading it around. No jests as Lola cracked open a window. Everyone conducted themselves as though nothing had happened, nothing abnormal. Conversation continued. Laughter continued. And the sense of family, of completeness, never left the car. No disgust. In fact, It had only occurred to Isabelle in that precise moment, that Lola's hand had never left her body throughout her entire pooping experience. Lola's hand had danced up her tummy when Isabelle scrunched. Lola's hand danced down her diaper and to her legs as Isabelle had pushed. Lola's hand had paused to rest on Isabelle's diaper to confirm what Isabelle was doing as Isabelle had released her arms. And Lola's hand danced all the way up to Isabelle's fact, caressing Isabelle's cheek, as Isabelle released her weight down onto her poopy diaper, spreading it about. Lola's hand had never left, still gently motioning her right thumb across Isabelle's cheek, periodically wiping the drool dripping from Isabelle's lips. Lola's hand never left. Isabelle's eyes began to rest more fully, as she allowed the full weight of her head to collapse into Lola's open hand. Isabelle felt Lola's hand curve ever so slightly, creating a pillow on which Isabelle could rest. The noise and sounds around her began to dull once more, but never left. Never stopped. Isabell returned to her thoughts, comfortable, cozy, and calm. 'Would it be so bad to stay like this?' The question had been hovering in her mind for a while, and Isabelle could hardly believe she was considering it. At the same time, she could. It was nice beyond belief to have a family dynamic she had never had. Isabelle also couldn't deny how happy those were around her; her mom, was truly in love. Lola, who always complained of being an only child, had a sister. Even Sam, who Isabelle had known for years, was like a completely different person. 'But that isn't reason to do this,' Isabelle knew. She had to make a decision for herself, ultimately. Was she really ready to throw away all her years of ballet training? All her memories and experiences with her best friends, Lola and Dani, as their equal? Would it be worth it, just to grow up all over again? 'It's not as though I couldn't do ballet all over again,' Isabelle began reasoning with herself. "And....' Isabelle hesitated. She knew that in all likelihood, she, Lola, and Dani would have been going their separate ways after they graduated. They didn't like to talk about it, but it lingered behind everything they did. '...and this would let me keep Lola, and maybe even Dani, in my life in a way I wouldn't have been able to otherwise....' Isabelle's realization hit her like a truck just as she felt the car come to a stop. "I'll grab her." Isabelle heard Lola state. It wasn't a question. "Okay," Isabelle heard Jane reply. "I'll meet you upstairs." Isabelle left her eyes shut. She soon heard the car door next to her open, followed by a cool winter breeze blow across her face. Isabelle shuddered as Lola unbuckled her harness. Isabelle felt the weight of her diaper fall under her as she was lifted into Lola's arms, clutching her big sister closely for warmth. Isabelle felt as Lola scooped her sagging diaper up, pressing the poop firmly against her skin once more, before carrying her into the house. "Let's go stinky. You made quite a heavy diaper in your seat sweetie." No disgust. No bother. Just love. All Isabelle felt was love, as she settled further into Lola's chest, comforted by the press of her full diaper against her skin. Isabelle's mind settled finally. She knew she'd have a decision to make. But right now, she was just tired. Isabelle relaxed her body and mind as Lola carried her up each stair toward her nursery. Isabelle felt as she was carried down the all-too familiar hall toward what had been her bedroom for months now. Isabelle smiled as she was lowered on to her soft changing table. The next moment she opened her eyes, she saw her mom staring down at her, smiling back. "Hey poopy pants. Let's get you into a fresh diaper," Jane cooed to Isabelle. Isabelle only giggled in response, blissfully unbothered by the mass she had made, sat it, and squished around in her diaper. Jane quickly undressed Isabelle until she was in nothing but her diaper. Then, Jane unsecured the tapes, not without making a remark. "Wheeeewwww. Belly. Quite the big stinky you made for everyone. What do you think Lola?!" Isabelle hadn't realized that Lola had stayed, seated on her mommy's nursing chair, until she responded. "Oh I got the full feel off it in the back of the car, don't you worry. Such a poopy girl!" Lola joked, as Isabelle felt her mom begin to clean her up. Isabelle felt safe as her mom wiped her, taking her time to clean up every inch of her. Isabelle never stopped suckling her pacifier as Jane worked to clean her up, sliding a fresh, thick diaper underneath Isabelle. "I really am proud of you," Jane said, turning to Lola. Isabelle watched as her mother's gaze left her for just a moment to look at her new big daughter. Her mom was sincere; Isabelle knew the tone. The undertone of pride was real, and Isabelle was proud too. "....th..thanks" Lola responded. "Thanks mom.." Lola repeated, adding a word that Jane, and even Isabelle had never expected to hear. A silence gripped the room, as Jane froze, holding the powder turned upside down over Isabelle. Lola was the first to break the silence. "I guess I need to get used to calling you that now," Lola said, startled by her own use of the word. It had been so long, and meant so much to say it. Jane wanted to cry. "You know you don't need to if you aren't comfortable. It's okay. I understand sweetie. I lost my mom young too, and I know she will always be your mom." Jane understood the situation was challenging, though Lola calling her that would mean the world to her. Lola immediately regretted her use of the word 'need.' "What I mean to say is...I...want to get used to saying it. I do want to call you mom...it may take some time before it feels natural though.." Jane had not moved, and as a result, had dumped an enormous amount of powder on Isabelle's crotch as she lay naked, open diaper on her changing table. But now she moved, lifting the powder back up, and chuckling at the mess she had made. Leaving Isabelle securely strapped to the changing table, Jane made her way over to Lola, who had stood up at this point, and the two embraced. Isabelle couldn't hear much of what was whispered between the two, but it warmed her heart nonetheless. Even naked as she lay, Isabelle felt warm and fuzzy. After what felt like a full ten minutes, Isabelle watched as the two separated, and both turned to Isabelle. "I think you may have used a little too much powder," Lola said, breaking the purity of the moment as the two laughed. "Yes. Yes I did. But she'll be fine. She wets so heavy at night anyway, I'll just tape her up and I'm sure she'll be soaked through, if not more in the morning. Though I don't know how she could have anything left in her after that diaper.." Isabelle smiled as Lola handed Jane a set of footie pajamas, which she was swiftly zipped into. Jane then handed Isabelle off to Lola, who proceeded to kiss her warmly, before laying Isabelle down gently into her crib. Isabelle fell asleep as Jane and Lola looked down at her. Isabelle didn't hear the door close behind them as they left soon after; she was blissfully asleep.

Thanks so much! It's great to hear from one of the regular contributors. I am looking forward to closing it up the way I wanted to back over the summer. Nothing to harsh! You were not alone. Several people were very helpful in offering criticism and guidance, you most of all. I appreciated then and now. I am thrilled you enjoyed this section more already, though most of the changes will appear in what comes next!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 62 TWO MONTHS LATER Isabelle leaped up and down, as high as she could, her legs extending out beneath her as she launched into the air, and bending as she landed, squatted down. She was simply full of joy. It was the night. The night. And the first part of the show had been wonderful Isabelle insisted on dressing for the part that evening. Jane knew when to pick her battles, and this was not it. Instead, Jaen acquiesced to her daughter's pointing at outfits before the performance which, in the end, was not as ridiculous as it otherwise might have been. Isabelle bent down once more to leap, her pale pink tights stretching comfortably as she did, pausing for a brief moment before her little legs launched her up in to the air once again. Isabelle smiled gleefully as she jumped, her pink onesie, (or as she liked to call it, her "leotard") sporting a slightly darker pink than her tights soaring with her little body into the air. Isabelle smiled as she felt the ground fall away beneath her, feeling as though she might never fall back to the earth. But gravity prevailed. It always did. Isabelle had landed the last several jumps, but when her special ballet slippers reached the floor this time, Isabelle lost her balance and tumbled on to her butt. 'It's no matter'; Isabelle thought, startled but unbothered by the impact. She had become used to falling. After all, balancing was very hard. One of the many benefits, however, was having a soft diaper to land in, particularly when it was already as squishy as hers was. Shaking off the shock from the fall, Isabelle resumed her antics. Isabelle had been feeling restless from being so patient and well behaved, at least in her view, during the first half of the show. So Isabelle continued to move about, taking advantage of the time she had to do so. Shifting her weight off of her butt and onto her hands and knees, Isabelle began to crawl around. The lights had just come on in the auditorium, intermission having just started in the show. Isabelle wanted to jump, move, and dance, just like the ballerinas on state. 'Just like Lola and Dani.' Isabelle had tried to get off of her mom's lap during the show, wanting to mimic the dancers then. But Jane hadn't allowed her, despite her loud - and embarrassing - shrieks demanding otherwise. Now was her chance. Isabelle felt like a real dancer that night, dressed up like a ballerina, in a fancy auditorium, and filled with spectators ready to watch. Sure, the audience hadn't exactly come to see her. But that was beside the point; they were going to get a special performance from Isabelle regardless of what they paid for. 'After all, I am the best in my ballet class!' Isabelle thought to herself. Isabelle began crawling the perimeter of the balcony, assessing what she might do. As she explored, Isabelle wondered about what routines she might be able to do from the floor to captivate her audience. Lost in thought, Isabelle crawled over her discarded tutu, laying abandoned on the ground. Isabelle hadn't been on the balcony five minutes before stripping out of it, Jane rolling her eyes as her daughter pulled the tutu down from her waist, and kicking to the side. Isabelle continued to crawl about, her mind wandering as it often did. The pattern of bunnies and carrots around her diaper was ever so visible through her tights as she crawled. The pink of her tights barely concealing the pattern of Jane's favorite heavy duty diaper to put her baby in, and to an onlooker, it was quite cute indeed. While the pattern may have been slightly faded, the bulk of the diaper was not. Nor was the obvious sag, the diaper already well used by the potty princess. Isabelle paid no heed the bulk which weighed her down. She felt special, being at a real ballet.. Lola had even bought Isabelle a special tiara she could wear for the performance that night. It hadn't left her head all afternoon or evening. If Isabelle had any say in it, it would never come off either. Isabelle truly felt like a ballerina princess. Isabelle eventually grew bored with her floor routine. Isabelle planted her hands on the ground in front of her, and began the herculean effort of pushing off her knees to get her feet on to the ground. With a final shove, Isabelle managed to push her legs up on to her feet, keeping her hands planted on the ground to stabilize herself. For a brief moment, Isabelle stood frozen, her hands planted on the ground, her legs slightly bent, and her diaper very much sticking out. It always took her a moment to stabilize. Isabelle kept her eyes focused between her hands until she was confident she was steady, the mass of her diaper spreading her legs further apart than she considered, and pressed out for her mom to see seated behind her. After her lengthy pause, Isabelle pushed up from her hands, spreading her arms out immediately to maintain her balance, and finally, was standing. Isabelle let a giggle out at her success. Isabelle waddled forward toward the balconies edge, spotting the balcony rail in front of her. Isabelle imagines the railing was like a studio barre, thinking of all the times she watched Lola practice on one when she accompanied her mom to pick Lola up at school. Isabelle wanted to show everyone that she could be just like Lola. Step by step, Isabelle waddled forward, her diaper keeping her legs far more spread out than usual. Finally, after what felt like a marathon, Isabelle reached out, and placed her hands on the railing above her head. 'Success!' Isabelle exclaimed in her mind, allowing another giggle to escape her vocal cords as pride overwhelmed her. Isabelle gripped the railing as tight as her sweaty palms allowed her, though her little hands could barely wrap around the gold-plated railing to really have a grip. Instead, Isabelle more or less placed pressed against it for stability, though at the angle, it didn't offer much. The crown of Isabelle's head barely cleared the top of the wall that the railing was attached to, such that Isabelle was staring at the red fabric in front of her, rather than the audience below. Jane and and Sam had had to take turns holding Isabelle during those portions of the performance Isabelle tolerated so that she could even see. But from this angle, Isabelle could see nothing. 'I want to see my adoring fans!' Isabelle decided, moving her hands from the railing to the gap that existed between it, and the top of the wall of the balcony. With all her might, Isabelle pressed her palms down, attempting to lift herself up. It was no use, however. Isabelle needed to adjust her strategy. In her second attempt, Isabelle bent her knees, wondering if maybe she needed the leverage from her hands, as well as a lift from her legs, to be able to see over. After all, it was really cool being on the balcony; other than watching her big sister and Dani dance, it felt cool to sit in one of the balcony seats, a place Isabelle knew was extra special. Isabelle bent her knees, preparing to launch herself. Ignoring the rumble in her stomach, Isabelle took one deep breath, and started to life herself once more. But something unexpected happened instead. Before she knew it, Isabelle felt herself turned around by her mommy's outstretched left arm. "Belly get away from there. You're going to hurt yourself," Jane said, as she reeled Isabelle in with her left arm, before lifting her up on to her lap. Whether it was shock that her mom could even reach her so far away from the seats, her mom's stern verbal instructions, or that Isabelle had been so completely lost in her imagination, Isabelle froze in her spot. 'I don't wanna not listen to mommy,' Isabelle thought, as she lifted herself back up into a standing position, turning her body to be perpendicular to the railing and her mom. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she looked up at her mom's warm eyes. Isabelle looked up at her mom, feeling a joy and happiness overwhelm her. But it only got better. Isabelle felt her mom wrap her right arm around her, securing Isabelle in place. Naturally, Isabelle moved toward her mom, her remaining hand abandoning the railing, and with it, the distant thought of her make-believe ballet game. Isabelle completed the journey back toward her mom, resting her weight against her mom's left knee as Jane secured her arm all the way around Isabelle, now playing with her daughter's hair. Isabelle's hands moved up her mom's body, toward her free left hand which had been resting on her body. Isabelle's mind was immediately overtaken by her mom's left hand, and more specifically, one finger, where Isabelle found her little fingers dancing around the new addition to her mom's daily outfit; a massive princess cut diamond ring that was wrapped around her mom's ring finger. Isabelle started to play with the jewel, as she normally did, the the sparkles and refractions shining brightly in the recently lit auditorium. Isabelle had been smiling for weeks about how sparkly the jewel was, wondering if Sam might get her one too if she asked nicely. Isabelle's mind wandered between the sparkly jewel and the ballet as her mom was engrossed in a conversation about nonsense for all she knew. The first half of the show had been excellent; Isabelle got to watch from either her mommy or new daddy's arms, where she had a perfect view of the stage. Isabelle couldn't believe how amazing all the dancers were; she hoped some day she could be as good as they were. But above all, Dani, who was the star of the performance, and Lola, were the best. Isabelle thought it was really special getting to see them both on stage. 'I wonder if they'll ever get to watch me on stage!' But the show only started at 8:00 PM, and it was almost 9:30. Isabelle was starting to get cranky. As she felt her stomach rumble once more, Isabelle shifted her hands away from her mom's ring, and inexplicably, began smacking her mom's knees for the attention she rightly deserved. It had been nearly two months since Isabelle had even been awake this late, and she was feeling out of sorts not being in her routine. Isabelle was tired. Isabelle's stomach continued to gurgle, her hunger having been prolonged much longer than she cared for. Isabelle continued pounding her hands down on her mom, now letting her entire body collapse against her mom's legs. Isabelle settled a bit as she felt her mom's left arm wrap around her body along with the right, but still, her mom was talking to some stranger who Isabelle only now realized had come to their balcony. 'It isn't fair!' Isabelle thought, as her expression turned from happy to sour. 'She's my mommy. I want my mommy.' Isabelle adjusted her tactics. Isabelle found her body slipping off of her mom's knees, and instead toward the empty space between Jane's legs. Pushing the hem of her mommy's dress up, Isabelle's body now rested against the cushioned seat her mom was seated on. 'Now she has to pay attention to me,' Isabelle concluded, as she recognized that she was now six inches closer to her mommy. 'Maybe she just didn't see me before.' Isabelle was wrong. Jane continued speaking with the stranger, the two now laughing. 'Laughing?! Really?!?!' Isabelle couldn't believe her mommy was actually having fun with someone else instead of taking care of her. 'This will not stand,' Isabelle thought, as she began to audibly grumble, building something much louder up inside should it be needed. Without really understanding why she was doing what she did, Isabelle reached her hands up toward her mommy's face, as Jane continued to stroke Isabelle's hair. Isabelle had wanted to reach her mom's cheeks, but they were too far away. Instead, when her hands came down, they landed right on her mom's stomach, the soft and elegant purple fabric of her mommy's new dress soft against the palms of her hands. Still, Jane continued to chat away with her stranger friend, as the volume of Isabelle's whining grew louder. Isabelle continued to act on instinct. As her eyes moved from the profile of her mom's face, they traced down to Jane's soft neck. Her mom was sporting a beautiful necklace ,with jewels that complimented her mom's dress perfectly wrapping around her mom's smooth skin. But that's not what interested Isabelle. What interested Isabelle was what was below the necklace. Isabelle's stomach gurgled again as her eyes lowered a bit more, and were now fixed on her mom's breasts. The world faded away around her as Isabelle's focus became singular, salivating at the mere thought of the only thing that occupied her mind now. The notion that Isabelle had once been disgusted, or even hesitant, to nurse from her mommy was a thing of the past. Nursing had become such a regular part of her routine, Isabelle couldn't imagine life without it. 'Well, there was that one time mommy tried to use that machine to have her milk from a bottle....' Isabelle thought back to that horrid week, which fortunately, her mom had abandoned and resumed nursing Belly as she always had. Unable to wait one more moment, Isabelle reached out, stretching as far as her arms would allow, before her palms came down higher, but still below her Jane's breasts, which only looked more appealing to Isabelle in the gown that blocked them. Isabelle clutched the soft fabric of her mom's dress, and did the only thing she could think of - she tugged. And tugged again. And tugged once more, with all her might, practically pulling her mom's dress off. 'If this doesn't get the message across, I don't know what will,' Isabelle concluded Jane's eyes turned toward her daughter, meeting her desperate gaze. Isabelle smiled; her plea for attention seemingly worked. Jane freed one of her hands from Isabelle's hair, and used it to remove Isabelle's grip on her dress. Isabelle was startled that the first voice she heard was the stranger's behind her, which started with a laugh. "Well, I think I can guess what she's after," the woman joked, as a smile and stifled laugh emerged from Jane. "Oh yes. There is no stopping Belly from drinking all of mommy's milk," Jane responded. "Normally I would have fed her hours ago, so she must be really hungry. I'm sorry." Isabelle wasn't sure if her mommy was talking to her or to her friend, but she didn't care. She was simply relieved that her mom recognized that she was already very late on her feeding. "She must be exhausted too," the stranger continued, as Isabelle felt relief overtake her, her mom picking her up and setting her down on her lap. "Hungry and tired. Bad combination," Jane added, gently moving Isabelle's hands away from the top of her dress where they had returned to tug. Jane paused for a moment, her eyes darting around to assess the privacy of their balcony. In truth, there was some, but not quite as much as she would have preferred. 'I could go to the bathroom downstairs, but its not like there will be a nursing room in the school, so it wouldn't be private there either. The car is far, and a bathroom stall would be uncomfortable.' Sensing her dilemma, Sam spoke up. "Just feed her here, sweetheart. It's not a problem. No one is looking up here anyway," Sam added. "I'll let myself out," the friend started. Isabelle was glad to have some privacy, the act still not one she happily shared in the presence of others, other than Sam or Lola. And rarely, if ever, in public. "Nonsense," Jane interrupted, to Isabelle's surprise. "It's nothing you haven't seen before. Here, can you hold her a second?" "No problem! Come here my sweet Belly!" Isabelle couldn't believe it as her mom handed her off to the stranger, who eagerly took Isabelle up, turning Isabelle's body so they could look at one another. 'There is something familiar about this stranger,' Isabelle thought. 'I've met her before....lots of times even....' It wasn't until Isabelle's eyes met the woman, that she realized it had been Dani's mom in the booth chatting with her mommy. Still, Isabelle couldn't believe that her mom was not only going to feed her on the balcony, where anyone from the audience could look up or down to watch, let alone in front of Dani's mom....Isabelle was struggling; she was hungry. She wanted...no. NEEDED her mom's milk. If she fussed, she might be able to get her mom to move locations. 'But that mean's I'll also have to wait longer to nurse....' Isabelle squirmed as she struggled with her dilemma. Dani's mom simply held Isabelle closer to her body, which immediately put Isabelle at ease. "True," Dani's mom replied to Jane, "though it's been a long, long time since I was nursing either of mins. I am sort of jealous of you, it was such a special time to have them when they're small like this." "Hah," Sam replied, as he stood up. "You say that now, but you should only see the size of some of the poops this little one leaves us. You wouldn't be missing it then!" The three couldn't help but laugh, Jane recognizing how true it was. "Our little Belly is a big, pooping machine" "Oh. You don't get it yet," Dani's mom replied. "I miss it all. Even that," she said, before turning playfully to Belly. "Would you let me change your big poopy diaper if I babysat? Would you?" she repeated, tickling Isabelle's stomach with one free hand. Isabelle couldn't help but release a giggle as she did, unbothered of the content of the conversation. "I'll go refresh our drinks while you feed her," Sam said casually, as he left the balcony and closed the curtain behind him. Isabelle was left wondering why Dani's mom couldn't get drinks while her daddy stayed.... As he left, Jane shifted in her seat, turning her back to the general audience, but not taking much more precaution for privacy than that as she prepared herself. "Can you help me a second, with the zipper?" Jane asked casually, as Isabelle felt herself lifted up in the air, and carried around to her mom's backside. Isabelle watched as Dani's mom unclasped the top of her mommy's dress, and lowered the nearly invisible zipper down a bit. Excitement replaced hunger, as Isabelle felt her mouth begin to water. Slowly but surely, the shame of the prospect of being fed so publicly was dissipating. Isabelle felt herself being carried back down toward Dani's mom's seat, her eyes never leaving her mommy. Isabelle watched, her eyes growing wider and wider, as her mom slipped her right arm out of her dress, holding the strap up with her left arm for a moment, before letting it fall. That action alone wasn't enough to free her mommy's breast, but it would let her easily do so in short order. Isabelle's heart skipped a beat as she watched her mom reach forward for her, as Dani's mom continued to chat with casually, handing her off. "There you go cutie," Dani's mom started, as Isabelle was wrapped up by her mommy. "All ready for mommy's milkies now." Dani's mom said playfully, setting Isabelle down in Jane's lap, before sitting back down herself, and continuing to talk to Jane about their big girls, instead of the baby. But Isabelle caught none of the conversation, and not one word of Dani's mom's remark as she was handed off. Her mind was elsewhere. Isabelle's heartbeat was racing as her gaze never left her mommy. Isabelle watch as her mommy, almost glacially slow, shift her dress around and free her right breast from her dress. It lay inches in front of her, exposed to her wanting lips, exposed to Dani's mom, and indeed, for any onlooker with a decent angle, exposed to them as well. Isabelle thought she'd hesitate. She thought the prospect of nursing in front of someone who was not family would bother her more. Even more shocking, the prospect of doing this in front of strangers, in public, had never crossed her mind as something her mommy would ever do. Something she would ever be asked to do. Something that..... ....That she simply didn't mind doing. More than that. Something she wanted to do. As her mommy put her into position, as the sight of the smallest bead of milk emerged from her mommy's nipple. The bead of milk appeared to grow, and grow, and grow in size as Isabelle's head was lifted up toward that ever growing droplet. And just as she was millimeters away, Isabelle's hesitation disappeared entirely. Instead, Isabelle closed her eyes, parted her lips, and then sealed her mouth around her mom's breast, laying her left hand gently on the side of the breast next to her mom. Isabelle suckled. Suckled. And suckled. And suckled. Isabelle felt joy with every pull of milk as she shared the moment with her mommy, uncaring for anything else in the world. This moment, like every time she nursed, was everything she wanted. The muscles in her mouth worked hard to keep the latch to her mommy's breast, as she worked her tongue around the nipple to free the milk she so loved. Isabelle kept her eyes shut, the world and noise around her muted, falling away into her own perfect universe as she nursed. There was only Isabelle and her mommy. And of course, her milk. "Mine never got that big," Dani's mom continued as the two discussed their parenthoods, now bringing attention to Jane's nursing, and referring of course, with amazement, to the size of Jane's objectively enormous breasts. "Not with with either of mine. Not even close! Is it just more milk production? Does it get more sore? I bet Sam doesn't complain!" she added jokingly, amongst myriad of questions. Jane smiled as she shifted her gaze from her friend down to her breast, where her perfect little girl lay. "I was shocked too, and even asked the pediatrician. You can imagine what an awkward doctor's visit that one was," Jane started with a laugh, before facing her friend again, "because I felt the same way." Jane shifted her free hand slightly so she could stroke Isabelle's cheek, causing her baby to squirm at her mommy's touch. Jane laid furhter back into her seat to get comfortable as she changed her angle to put more of her back toward the general audience, creating an illusion of privacy. If Isabelle noticed, she dind't react one bit. "I felt like I was really packing A LOT of milk, so we asked Dr. Flasky if I should only feed her from one side, or half from each side for my own relief," Jane sighed as she felt indeed felt that relief, at least from her right breast, as Isabelle continued to empty it. Jane closed her eyes for a brief moment, unable to control her emotions as she smiled and felt the burden release, courtesy of her precious angel. "uhmm...Sorry," Jane said embarrassingly, before continuing. "Anyway, Dr. Flasky just said that if she's full she'll stop. So I started doing half feedings on each side about 5 weeks ago, and tried pumping the rest. But she threw a fit, and seemingly kept wanting more. Tantrums every time we tried to use the pumped milk in a bottle. So I just took the doctor's advice and....well she just drinks it all. Every last drop," Jane said with too much of a hint of satisfaction, before turning to her angel. "Isn't that right my hungry hungry girl?" "Wow, seriously?" Dani's mom replied, genuinely shocked that the little girl had such an appetite. "Yup," Jane responded, "not to mention that she's eating solids too, and has quite an appetite for those. I don't mind though. I don't think either of us is ready to start weaning. Not yet, at least." "She's so small you'd never expect it," Dani's mom continued. "Mine weren't such big eaters, which is amazing to think about, because Dani eats more than my teenage boy. I have no idea where it all goes..." "Well, we know where this one's goes," Jane said smiling, tickling her daughter's feet as she could feel Isabelle suckling harder as the stream was coming to a stop. Isabelle suckled away gently as her mom and Dani's mom had been chatting about various things, none of which concerned her. She heard mention of doctors, and eating, but without context, or interest, Isabelle focused on what was far, far more interesting. Isabelle was disappointed as she felt the flow of milk begin to slow, and was lifted up back on to her mommy's lap. But Isabelle had grown used to the process, and she knew it would only be moments of waiting. Sure enough, it was only a few seconds before Jane had shifted her right breast back into her dress, freeing her left, and shifting Isabelle to the other side. Isabelle was soon latched on to her mom's left breast, free to suckle away once again, the thick and heavy stream of milk satisfyingly coating her mouth, throat, and stomach. Isabelle's eyes grew heavy as she worked her lips and tongue. More and more, Isabelle found that feeding from her mom took a lot out of her, and oftentimes, she fell asleep latched. Isabelle didn't hesitate as she released her bladder in her exhaustion, not that she would have considered holding it otherwise, as she lay on her mom's lap. Her diapers never failed her, absorbing the liquid despite already being reasonable saturated. Isabelle felt her mom's hand slip under her diaper, her hand patting rhythmically against the warmed plastic exterior. The comfort of her mommy's hand only caused Isabelle to pee more. But that wasn't a problem. It was never a problem. Isabelle was half asleep, a mixture of drool and milk cascading out of the broken seal of her latch, and down her mom's breast, shortly thereafter. Isabelle caught moments of Dani's mom fawning over her before excusing herself, her daddy coming back and lifting her up, brief images of her mom shifting back into her dress, and one vivid memory of her daddy patting her back before Isabelle released an all too common, loud, milk-belch. Isabelle let her head fall into the crook of her dad's neck, as a pacifier satisfyingly slipped into her empty and longing mouth. Isabelle didn't remember the start of the second half of the show. The last memory she had was of her nuzzling against her daddy's freshly shaven neck, his arms wrapped around her, and the lights in the auditorium fading Isabelle's ear was pressed against Sam's body, as she listened to his heartbeat; steady, strong, and comforting. Isabelle thought about counting the number of times it beat, but there was no use. Isabelle fell fast asleep on his shoulder, and in his arms, before she could muster the count to "one." ************************************ "Entering wreck. Crew, it looks like we're finally going to make it." Investigator Space Captain Isabelle straightened her arms, and like a torpedo, dove down through the broken hole in the ship's hull. In all her years as an Investigator Space Captain for the Rainbow Command, Isabelle had never endured a mission so difficult. Delays, negotiations, atmospheric dangers, all on a distant and new planet, with creatures her homeland could hardly even fathom. A promotion was awaiting her at home. 'Perhaps even Investigator Space Admiral....' Isabelle thought to herself. But that could wait. She needed to focus. 'The mission is not complete yet.' The treasure would soon be hers. "Captain's log. I have finally managed to get back into the ship, with the key in hand. The crew, the greatest in the entire command, deserves all the credit." It was true, Isabelle thought, reflecting on their journey over the last few months. Isabelle turned her body upright and gently kicked her feet as she navigated the ship. She had thought that once she acquired the Clam Conjurer's pearl, all would be settled. Isabelle laughed to herself as she thought about all she, and the crew, had endured since. "Log. At every turn, we were stymied. After the storm was quelled, we had to deal with what is being dubbed as "The Great Freeze," an unexpected climate insurgence caused by the Great Space Penguins of the outer rim." Isabelle recalled how cold it had gotten after the freeze. The penguins were absolutely adorable, even now she could hardly believe the mayhem they had caused. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she pictured their little heads in their spacesuits. Isabelle was also thankful First Mate Rabbity (yes, he had earned yet ANOTHER promotion) had developed an encased sleeping suit to conserve the entire human crew's - (population, Isabelle) - warmth at night. The soft fleece material even came with a zipper on the back so someone could help her in and out of it. It even covered her feet! "But that was hardly the worst of it Log," Isabelle continued to narrate, as she darted, turn after turn, until she made her way to the room with the secret entrance concealed within. Isabelle's stomach bubbling with anticipation. "After the thaw, we had to deal with the berg crisis. Then the great floods ('How a water planet has floods still escapes me!') And then the Midnight Moon fiasco. There was the Shocking Eel Sitch, the Toothless Shark Tantrums, and even the Mermaid Mumble Mystery that all needed to be resolved so that we could arrive at this moment. And here we are." Isabelle didn't bother mentioning the cosmic pressure system had never relented; it had been well documented already. As had another of Rabbity's inventions. Changing Isabelle had turned out to become an almost full time the task, based on the level of pressure and the amount of V.2 C.R.I.B.s she was going through. It was becoming a burden, on the rest of the crew and was distracting the crew from their duties. So Rabbity came up with another solution. Rainbow Command's newest ships would all be equipped with new robots, dubbed the Maternal Orderly Moisture Monitor Yield and the Diligent Action Diaper Duty Yuck systems. The crew had come to calling them Mommy and Daddy for short. The Mommy system handled the wet C.R.I.Bs, while the Daddy system handled the stinky ones. The Mommy bots were specifically outfitted with nutritional supplements, just in case they were needed too. It had come in handy more times than Investigator Space Captain Isabelle had anticipated. Isabelle had learned to truly love that aspect of the Mommy bots. The solution allowed the crew to return to their essential duties. While the crew ran the ship, the Mommy and Daddy prototypes were free to look after Isabelle. Rabbity was convinced he could modify them to look after more than one human crew member if needed, but said that "it would require at least 9 months of calibration for the Mommy bots could generate the capacity to care after a second human crew member. The Daddy bots, on the other hand, would need a software upgrade akin to a book." Isabelle didn't really understand the technical aspects of it. But it didn't matter. The Mommy and Daddy had both done an excellent job monitoring and changing Isabelle's C.R.I.Bs whenever was needed, wherever was needed. Isabelle was freely changed in any and every location of the ship, as the Mommy and Daddy followed her around and watched over her. Mommy and Daddy were, without a doubt, Isabelle's favorite inventions. "Log. Here we go. The moment we have waited for. Entering secret passageway. Approaching the treasure room." Left, right, right, down, up, every direction; Isabelle made her way back through the ship's secret labyrinthine corridors until she arrived at her destination: the dusty, room, once covered in cobwebs. It was exactly how she left it. With a flicker of excitement, Isabelle pushed aside a the debris from the fallen crate she had seen so many months ago, revealing the chest hidden beneath the planks that had shifted over it. "Chest has been located. Pulling out key to insert." The chest was adorned with the intricate carvings Isabelle had dreamed so often about. In front of her, the chest's golden lock was gleaming in the faint light. With trembling hands, Isabelle reached for the key kept securely in her zipper pouched, and moved it toward the chest. There was no guarantee the key would even work, and Isabelle knew it. All she could do was hope. Isabelle's hand's continued to shake and tremble as the key made its way closer. All the answers she had worked so hard for. Everything she had done, and worked toward, since........ ....'huh...when did this all start again.......' Isabelle found herself asking, as her hand moved forward. Isabelle shrugged it off. It didn't matter how it started. 'Right now....I just...need to know.....know wh-.......know what happened.' Isabelle told herself. Her hand steadied, and moved close to the chest, key in hand. And closer... And closer...... And...... *CLICK* Isabelle heard the lock click, just as the golden lock opened. For a brief moment, the world froze, and nothing happened at all. What happened next, however, was remarkable. The ground around her began to tremble, louder, and louder, until it felt as though there was an earthquake. All around Isabelle the ship began to break apart, falling around her. Isabelle thought about panicking, about fleeing. But for the first time in a long time, she felt so sure. So confident that she would be safe. Confident that what was going to happen, what she was going to learn, that it was going to reveal everything. Before Isabelle could even move, a golden light burst forth from the lock and key, surrounding Isabelle in a golden bubble. Isabelle didn't have the capacity to understand what was happening, or how it was happening. - it was all simply too remarkable to witness. And it was happening - she was part of it. Isabelle watched as the ship continued to break apart all around her, disintegrating, as though it was turning to dust, ang then nothing, disappearing into the water around her. Yet nothing could pierce the golden shield that encased Isabelle and the treasure. they were protected within. It was a remarkable sight, watching as the ship fell away, until it was gone. Just like that. Poof. Suddenly, there was nothing left but Isabelle and her treasure, as the golden shield that surrounded slowly dissolved away, much like the ship had. Nervously, Isabelle reached out to open the chest. But she never got the chance. Suddenly, the chest burst open, a golden light beaming out of it, and shooting up into the sky. The light expanded and expanded in every which direction, spreading as far as the very edges of the planet. Isabelle attempted to shield her eyes from the light, but quickly found that the light wasn't bothering them. With one strong stroke, Isabelle swam up to the treasure, its contents floating up until they were right in front of her face. There it was. The treasure. Smack in the front of her face, floating right there in the oceans of Aquaria, was a pair of ballet slippers. Isabelle's ballet slippers, in fact. Classic point, narrow, medium and square box, stiff, and Isabelle didn't have to guess; she knew they were the perfect size. "What...on...earth...Wha.." Hesitantly, Isabelle reached for the pointe slippers, inching her arms forward through the ocean water slowly as though they were the most delicate shoes in the world. As her hands were inches from the slippers, she felt something and froze. 'No.....its....heat...' Isabelle knew, as the vibrations of the shoes sent waves of warmth through her body. And suddenly, Isabelle understood. It was the ballet slippers. It had always been the ballet slippers. Her ballet slippers. It was the source of it all.

Good afternoon all! I know not everyone will read this little message, but I appreciate those that will. So many of you who left comments, criticisms, suggestions, and encouragements meant the world to me then, and now. So in a way this is a thank you to each of you, and a moment of reflection for me. Today has finally come. February 22, 2023 was the first day I started writing the Ballet Slippers. It was, as I reflect on it now, the first day I became a writer. This was, and always will be, my first story, and it is precious to me. I revisit it often, just to read a chapter or two. Just to say hello to Isabelle, Lola, Dani, Jane, and everyone else. When I started writing, I didn't ever anticipate that I would ever grow to care about my fictional diaper story characters. But I did. And i do. And I no longer feel silly for that, even if I did for a long time. When I came to the close of this story, I felt obligated to finish the story in a way that felt like the right ending, rather than the ending I wanted. I had always planned to end it in the way I did originally, but as I kept writing that changed. I don't know why I didn't change with my story. Instead, I stuck with the original plan, and ended the story how it felt I should have instead of how I was feeling. I felt, and still feel, I wrote the first 99% of the story the way I wanted. Why I changed my approach at the end, I am still not certain. But it has bothered me since. I think it bothered some of the readers too. A lot of the criticism I received about the end may have been rooted in that my readers also felt it was a departure from what I wanted. I like to pretend to myself that you sensed it was "off-key" for my story, that you too could tell it wasn't what I wanted. Alternatively, and far more likely, it may just be that I was a rookie writer and/or you simply didn't like the ending. That's okay too. But, no matter whether you liked it or not, you all said the same thing; it was MY story, so I could end it how I wanted. I didn't end it how I wanted. And because it is my story, many of you have suggested or encouraged me privately or publicly to consider re-writing the end (thanks especially to @BabySofia for everything. Truly!) I have been wanting to do this for some time. And I finally have. Most importantly, I am doing it for me, and am confident about that. That feeling of ending the story the way I wanted to has never gone away. My hope is this will in some way let me close the door on this story, and move to the next. So that's what I have for you all as an update. I have removed Chapter 62 and the Epilogue, and plan to update my ending. New chapter 62 will be posted tonight, followed by Chapter 63, and then in all likelihood, an Epilogue. My goal is to have the new ending all finished before March 10, which will be the one year mark of posting the first chapter here. I am so grateful for everyone who has been on this journey with me along the way. You may dislike my new ending, and that's okay with me too! But I won't, and am so excited to be writing my wrong (see what I did there!?) Olympiczero.

I am really so glad you enjoyed the story so much. Laurels to come, but need a mental break lol. I am sorry you were a bit disappointed in the ending. Will touch on it more in response to another comment! My intention was to leave it open either way, even with the epilogue. Is it the same shop owner? The same store? The shop owner in the Prologue had a name, and I actively chose not to use it in the Epilogue. How much time passed between the last chapter and Epilogue? Those were all things I was going for with it, but perhaps I'll reflect on changing some things in edits/revisions. I see above that a few people were disappointed in the end without a concrete answer either way. My hope was to leave people asking what they would pick if they were Isabelle, but may have missed the mark on that. What I would have picked for myself and what I wanted Isabelle to pick were probably two different things. I bounced around with it, but maybe it's worth reconsidering with some more thought. Thank you both so much for reading along! It means the world to see two profiles/writers here that have meant a lot to me follow along the road here. I intend to write a proper thank you, but need a few days of mental relaxation after this all!

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Haha. Typo. Neither. It should be Dani. Thanks for catching it.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 61 "Fanks Towi!" Isabelle said, her mouth dropping cookie crumbs as she uttered each syllable of gratitude to her former classmate, now cookie retriever. If not for the dining room table being so tall, Isabelle wouldn't have needed to ask for help. Alas, the sweets were out of reach, and her mom had stashed her Halloween candy somewhere she couldn't locate. After returning from their trick-or-treating adventure, Isabelle was promptly changed out of her poopy diaper, and into a clean one. Upon Isabelle's insistence - and near tantrum - she had been dressed back into her Halloween costumer once more for the start of Lola's party. 'Heck if I am going to be the only party-goer who isn't in costume,' Isabelle though to herself, as her mom had retrieved Isabelle's footie pajamas while she was still on the changing table. "It's okay Jane," Lola had said, entering Isabelle's quasi-bedroom. "I'll change her before bed. You get out of here." Lola scooped Isabelle up into her arms, and ushered Jane out of the room and down the stairs. Lola was as eager for her dad and Jane to leave as she was sure they were to go. Her dad wasn't going to be home until very late, and Lola had friends coming over. "Thanks Lola. You're an angel," Jane replied as she walked down the stairs where Sam was waiting for her. "You have everything you need. If she's fussy, there are three bottles of my milk in the fridge for her. That usually relaxes her right away. And if there are any problems - " "I know Jane. I'll call you. But there won't be. Elly Belly is going to be the perfect little angel she always is, aren't you sweetie?" Lola asked rhetorically, before planting a big wet kiss on Isabelle's cheek. Isabelle simply let her head rest into Lola's shoulder, and nodded. "See? She agrees!" Lola loved her Dad. She'd even go so far as to admit that she loved Jane. But she was eighteen, and she wanted to have her party, even if she'd have to watch a toddler for part of it. "Thank again Lola -" But if Jane had said something else, none of Isabelle, Lola, or Dani heard it. Lola had shut the door. "Alright," Dani the fairy said, clapping her hands. "Booze is on its way, and YES, before you complain, its a moderate amount. And Tori will be here with the girls in a like twenty minutes. But first, you and I need to talk." Lola turned to Dani with a smile. The two of them had been planning this party for a while. They weren't big drinkers, but they did experiment from time to time with their friends, and they wanted to have some at the party. Dani had made a plan to have some delivered, which Lola was grateful though. But now Lola was feeling concerned about whatever it was that Dani needed to talk about. Lola hiked Isabelle up on to her hip, the toddler's head never having left her shoulder. "What's up?" "Need earmuffs for this one," Lola explained. "Also where the F is my wand?" Isabelle's head perked up at the emphasis on the letter F, before Lola patted her on the head until she settled it back down. Lola's eyes got big as she starred at Dani with a look in her eye that screamed 'Watch it!'" Dani reached her hands out flat as though to apologize. "My bad. But earmuffs." Isabelle felt Lola begin to stroke her head, lulling her into a sense of relaxation. In truth, she had been feeling tired, and probably could have gone to sleep already. But she didn't want to miss the party. Lola's head stroking wasn't helping her cause however. It was when Lola's hand settled over her ear that Isabelle felt a little disoriented. At first, she was still feeling so relaxed. But as she head Lola and Dani continue to speak, she couldn't help but want to listen as best as she could. "...............Seriously Dani?..............has to be in my.......................I mean........kinda weird......." ".....not weird!...............in the other.................last weekend..............................really wannna!" ".....................to go....................................................." "............wanted to stay with you two though! And beside..................................." "Still though, in my......................of all..............................................................." "..................................owe me........................poopy swim..........................got all over my hands, so I think..........." "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh..............................................................worst friend sometimes, you know?" "...................................means that's a............................................................" "...............Gross........................Laundry..............................................with Isabelle tonight I guess." Isabelle's head perked up at the end as she heard her name, naturally uncovering her ear. But the conversation appeared to be over, for the most part. "You're the best Lola. And now I owe YOU one," Dani said, squealing as she couldn't contain her excitement, before leaving in to hug Lola. "You owe me like a thousand for this," Lola clarified, just as her doorbell rang, echoing through the house. DINGGGGGG DONGGGGGGGG "That'll be Tori with the girls. I need to find my wand - don't answer yet. Isabelle remembered Lola smiling at that last remark. Isabelle smiled too. It was just like Lola; god forbid she be spotted without her outfit being complete. "Hurry up then, cause I am answering it. You set it down in the kitchen when you scarfed down the rest of Belly's leftovers," Lola said, chiding her friend. "I WILL NOT BE SHAMED FOR EATING COLD VEGGIE NUGGETS!" Dani screamed back, as she ran to collect the Star Rod to complete her outfit. Tori had come over with four other girls, a number of whom Isabelle had recognized from school, and one who appeared to be a complete stranger. Tori had come dressed as a witch of some sort, and Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate her really cool outfit. Some of the other girls' costumers were also pretty elaborate; Angela Patel had come dressed as an olympic gymnast, with several medals hanging on her neck. Amelia Henry was dressed as a flamingo, who actually put together a really fun and accurate looking beak for her outfit. Had Isabelle been able to recall that Amelia notoriously had the longest legs in her former class, she would have appreciated the costume more. And then there was the stranger who had come dressed as some character from a book or a show called Princess Henrietta or something or that nature. The character felt familiar to Isabelle, but she couldn't figure out why. In any event, she received a lot of reluctant compliments from some of the other girls, including Lola, on her outfit, as they all laughed and admitted to reading or watching the associated book or show or whatever. The best part of their arrival, however, was that all the girls were simply over the moon about Isabelle. At first, it was a little overwhelming seeing them all at once. Isabelle decided it was best to hide where they couldn't see her - in Lola's chest with her eyes pressed against her new kinda sister. But it turned out that the strategy didn't work, as she was handed off to another girl, panic beginning to set in. Fortunately for Isabelle, it had just been Tori. "There's my star swimming pupil! Why are you hiding from me sweetie? Didn't we have so much fun in the pool last week?" Though Isabelle was still feeling a little uncomfortable with all the attention, she managed to nod a few times, before electing to try hiding in Tori's chest instead. "Oh she is just precious!" Isabelle heard another voice remark. Curiosity got the best of Isabelle as she felt Tori carry her toward the living room with the rest of the girls, and Isabelle turned her head to peer at who it was who spoke. It was Amelia. "What's the deal with her anyway?" Another voice said. Isabelle felt brave enough to pick her head up to see it was Angela who spoke that time. "I mean, like, its serious huh?" Isabelle's eyes darted toward Lola. Isabelle wasn't sure if she was supposed to be the one to answer, or if Lola was. In the end, neither got it. "Oh its totally serious," Dani answered, skipping across the room and pretending to cast her wand, before booping Isabelle gently on the nose with the Star Rod. The act caused a chorus of giggles to burst forth from the once shy girl, who was very much starting to warm up to the room. "Lola is going to have a new MOMMMMMMY soon," Dani said teasingly, as she made playful faces at Isabelle before taking her from Tori. Isabelle continued to laugh at silly Dani. The rest of the girls joined in on the fun, adding lots of "Oooooooooooooooohs" in the background. Lola simply shrugged it off with a smile. Dani had been there with Lola throughout her life; when her mom passed away, Dani had been there for her everyday, and even to this day, knew how much Lola missed her. Dani was the only one who really knew how much it had meant to Lola to grow so close to Jane over the last few months, and was certainly the only one who would make that joke. The truth? It made Lola happy. "Forget that," Tori added, wanting desperately to change the topic from something she felt was uncomfortable, "Lola scores the friggin cutest baby sister from all this!" "Is that right?" Dani asked rhetorically, holding Isabelle and leaning playfully away from her. "Belly - do you want Lola to be your new big sister? Do you? You wanna have a new big sister? I am not sure she's the best sister material. It's okay if you say no - you can have me instead!" Dani said jokingly, before flipping Isabelle upside down, her deerstalker hat falling to the floor as Dani held her upside down by her feet. Isabelle didn't stop laughing, her two pigtails hanging down over her face as her pants started pulling up, revealing her more and more of her onesie. "Noooooo!" Isabelle whined with a big smile. "Want Lola! Want Lola sister. Lola sister! Lolaaaaaaaaaa!!" Isabelle cried and laughed, as she pointed toward Lola, swinging upside down in the air. Isabelle couldn't believe the words as they escaped her mouth, but they were true. "Lola had made her way over to Dani, taking Isabelle and setting her on her two feet. "Thanks Dani," Lola said, though she couldn't help but smile, every cell of heart as warm and filled as it could be. "Just what I need her announcing to her mom," Lola continued, as she bent over and picked Isabelle's hat up of the floor, putting back on her head. "And to be clear, Lola said, standing up, "they aren't even engaged yet." Lola's eyes turned back to the ground as she heard a small thud, Isabelle having fallen on her padded butt from dizziness. Lola lifted her gaze back to her friends, before adding with a smirk "but I sure hope I get to be a bridesmaid." All of her friends smiled and laughed, none more than Dani, who looked at her friend with genuine happiness and joy. Soon after, the party began to slowly take off. Someone started playing music, and a few of the girls were dancing in the living room with each other. Tori, at Isabelle's insistence, had helped the little girl to a second cookie from the dining room table, which she was now eating with her mouth agape. Tori simply couldn't have known that it was in fact Isabelle's sixth cookie, having already successfully coaxed Dani twice, Angela, the stranger, and Lola to giver her "just one cookie" already. As Isabelle waddled around with a full belly, Lola was the perfect host, getting snack and drinks for her friends, fixing the aux cable so the music could be played outside in the back by the pool, and receiving lots of praise for her decorations around the house. Three other girls' Isabelle recognized as Higgins seniors had shown up a while later, each stopping to say hi to Isabelle. Everyone was having fun. "Lo.......la" Isabelle called out, broken up by a yawn, as she tugged at Lola's leggings. Lola was talking to Dani and Amelia when she felt Isabelle's little hands pull at her pants. Lola used her free right arm to stroke Isabelle's head before turning her gze down. "What is it sweetie? Are you tired?" 'Tired? Heck no!' Isabelle wasn't about to leave the party, though admittedly, she was probably exhausted. "Nuh-uh.....Can I have another cookie?" Isabelle asked sweetly, hoping it might score her once last cookie. In truth, Isabelle wasn't even sure where the cookie would go, her stomach was so stuffed. "No sweetie. I already gave you a cookie," Lola said, as she picked Isabelle up into her arms. "And I am pretty sure I saw Tori give you one too. Which is one more cookie than your mommy said you were allowed." Lola turned her gaze back toward her friends, though Dani was playing innocent with her eyes for some odd reason. "Why don't - " DINNNNNNG DONNGGGGG "I'll be back," Isabelle heard Dani say, as she ran upstairs and disappeared faster than Isabelle had ever seen her move. 'That's odd,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she could see the excitement begin to build among the other party guests too. Isabelle turned her attention back to Lola, and felt her take a deep breath. "Why don't you come open the door with me and be my big helper. And then we're going to bed you! It's already 9:15. Your mommy would not be happy with me if she knew I let you stay up so late. So don't tattle on me," Lola joked as she carried Isabelle to the front door. "Let's see who it could be," though Lola, unknown to Isabelle, knew exactly who it was. When the door opened, Isabelle immediately released her full bladder into her diaper. No, it wasn't because the person at the door had a scary costume. In fact, it was a rather nice costume, Isabelle thought - the man was dressed as Rover-Roo! Instead, it was the person who was wearing the costume. Because no matter how much Isabelle forget, she hadn't forgotten who Avery was. It was fitting, Isabelle soaking her diaper in front of her former crush. In fact, it was a marked improvement from the last time Isabelle had been in front of the boy; at least this time she wasn't in wet pajamas holding wet sheets from an accident. 'At least this time I'm wearing my diapees!' Isabelle thought to herself, causing a smile to spread across her face, as the padding underneath her swelled. "Hey Lola - Nice cat costume. Cats and dogs tonight, I guess huh?" Avery said, as he stepped in and gave Lola a welcoming half hug. "The guys want to know where to pout down the booze. Can I -" Isabelle's eyes moved past Avery to where six or seven men were standing, in costumes that......'well lack effort for the most part,' Isabelle thought. 'Not like Avery's,' which in truth, was quite well done. "Hahha yah," Lola responded, laughing at Avery's joke. "Send them into the kitchen. The fridge is mostly empty if anything needs to go in. I'll follow you in. I need to get this one to bed anyway." Lola added, indicating toward Isabelle. "Oh nice. Yah sweet detective costume....Isabelle, right? Dani told me all about you. That costume is cool!" Avery said in a way that made Isabelle feel like he really meant it. "In the kitchen guys, back and to the left." Avery said to his friends, as the moved in to the house with bags that all clinked as they moved past Isabelle. Isabelle recognized most of them from Higgins as well, though their names escaped her. "I'm a inves-" Isabelle let a big yawn out from her little mouth, before finishing her though - "pigator." Isabelle regretted speaking immediately. Avery had just about started to walk after his friends when her stopped, and looked at Isabelle with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're a what? Sorry cutie, I didn't hear you. Isabelle blushed at Avery compliment, as she watched him lift his arm over his head to fix his Rover outfit. "Invespigator. Im not a tective. Imma Invespigator!" Isabelle said, louder this time so Avery could hear more clearly. Avery just smiled at Isabelle, Lola smiling at Avery as well at Isabelle's silliness. "An invesPIgator you say. My apologies to you Isabelle. A wonderful Invespigator indeed!" Isabelle was quite glad that issue was cleared up. "Thank you for that Isabelle," Lola said, ending that line of conversation. "I'll follow you in. I need to get something out of the fridge." Isabelle's eyes never left Avery, at least to the extent that they could stay open, as Lola and he walked side by side into the kitchen, where the party had largely shifted. The scene in the kitchen was a little hectic, with the teens pulling various bottles of unidentifiable liquids out of bags. Isabelle wasn't sure what was in them, but was fairly confident it wasn't primo apple juice. "So where's Dani?" Avery asked, not bothering to try and be subtle about it. "She's here," Lola said with a coy smile, noticing that Isabelle's eyes had firmly shut . "She'll find you when she wants to." Lola enjoyed being cheeky, and very much liked that her best friends boyfriend enjoyed the cheekiness as well. "I'll be back in a few minutes" Lola said. "See you in a bit. Belly, are you going to say goodnight to Avery?" Isabelle hadn't been ready, and panicked on the spot. "Goonight Avwey!" "Good girl!" Lola said, before Avery returned a goodnight, before turning his attention to the party Isabelle waved her hand far too rapidly as Lola carried her away. Lola turned to her left as she existed the kitchen, and moved up the stairs with Isabelle in her arms. As they reached the last few stairs, Dani met them on the staircase. "Sorry. Needed to fix my hair. Is her here?" Lola smiled at her friend. "Yes. He's the one in the giant zip up Rover-Roo costume. Zipper is in the front, so even YOU shouldn't struggle with that,: Lola said teasingly. "Let me put her to sleep, and I'll meet you back downstairs." "Okay. Okay." It was odd to see Dani a little nervous, though Isabelle wasn't sure what she had to be nervous about. 'Or why she's looking for Avery,' Isabelle thought. "Okay. I'm going. Goodnight cutie pie," Dani added, before blowing her a kiss and running off down the stairs. Isabelle settled her head back into the crook of Lola's neck as Lola ascended the last few stairs. Isabelle yawned once more, as Lola pushed open the door to the room with her bed, before setting Isabelle down on the changing table. "Let's get you into your pajamas sweetie," Lola explained, as she started undressing her little charge. Isabelle allowed Lola to remove her clothes, starting with her coat, pants, and socks, leaving Isabelle on her changing table in her white collared onesie. Isabelle had something on her mind from earlier in the night though. Something she wanted to ask Lola. "Lola..........Do......Do you not wanna be my big sister too?" Isabelle had announced to the whole room that she wanted Lola to be her sister, but hadn't heard Lola say the same. It was nagging at her. Lola stopped what she was doing as she looked down as Isabelle on the table. "Why would you think that sweetie? Of course I want to be your sister." Lola stopped to gather her thoughts. "We already kind of are! Is it because I didn't say anything before when you said you waned me to be your big sister?" Isabelle simply nodded, now feeling silly for saying something. 'Oh sweetie I'm sorry. I don't want you to ever think that. I already consider you my baby sister sweetie. And no matter what, I'll always be your big sister too!" Isabelle's heart felt warm hearing the words from Lola's mouth. In truth, Lola's heart felt warm saying them. 'Now let's get you into bed sweetie. That diaper will last" Lola finished undressed Isabelle, before zipping Isabelle into her footie pajamas full of stars and moons. "There you go. Nice and cozy," Lola said, before picking Isabelle up and carrying her over to the bed, where Rabbity was already waiting for them. Lola carried Isabelle into bed, and gently cradled Isabelle in her arms. Isabelle's head nestled against her new big sister's shoulder as she settled down next to her in the dark room, the noise from downstairs disappearing as the seconds ticked away. L:ola hummed a soothing melody, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. Isabelle's eyelids continued to grow heavy as the melodic sound filled the room. With great care, Lola reached with her free arm for one of the bottles of breastmilk Jane had prepared for her that night. Lola carefully placed the bottle's soft nipple to Isabelle's lips, guiding it along her mouth until Isabelle's lips began to part. Isabelle, her eyes drooping with drowsiness, felt the nipple of the bottle teasing her lips. It wasn't long before her eager lips took the nipple into her mouth, and she began to suckle gently. Isabelle's eyes nearly opened as she realized that this wasn't regular milk; it was her mom's. But Isabelle was too relaxed- and too thrilled to be drinking it - that she simply relaxed and suckled. Lola watched over Isabelle, her heart filled with love and protectiveness. She knew how important this nighttime routine was for Isabelle's health and well-being, and more importantly, how important it was that Isabelle felt loved. As Isabelle nursed, Lola continued to hum the lullaby, her voice a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment. The room grew darker as the night deepened, and the soft glow of a nightlight cast a warm, comforting aura. Isabelle, with her tummy now full or milk and cookies, and quite content, released the bottle with a tiny sigh of satisfaction. Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing grew steady and calm. Lola placed the bottle aside and tucked Isabelle into the bed, covering her with a cozy blanket. Lola then stood up, taking the other end of the baby monitor for the room, and clipping it to her pants. "Goodnight, little Isabelle," Lola whispered, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Isabelle's forehead, before slipping Isabelle's pacifier into her mouth. "Sweet dreams." ******************************* Isabelle stirred. There was noise, though where from, it was unclear. But it wasn't the noise that had woken her. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......owwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Isabelle felt her stomach churn. It was hurting. Bad. Isabelle hadn't had the time, nor the headspace to consider what might have been the root cause of it. But it most definitely had nothing to do with the six very large cookies she had eaten at the party. "Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Isabelle moaned again, twisting to her side and pulling Rabbity in against her chest. Her bunny offered her some comfort, at least, though not enough to quell the pain. 'Lola. I'll find Lola,' Isabelle thought. "She'll know what do.' Isabelle couldn't be sure what hour it was, but it was late, and dark out. Surely everyone would have been gone already? 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghh...." Isabelle crouched over just as her footed pajama feet hit the floor, feeling her warm, wet diaper pressed against as she did. Isabelle's stomach ached again, before managing to stand upright and move her soggy bottom back from the bed. Isabelle waddled toward the door, pulling Rabbity along the way, her bunny's body dragging along the floor beside her. As soon as she approached it, she could hear a chorus of soft noise come through the thick oak doors. Curious, Isabelle reached for the doorknob. Isabelle had mastered the door at this point, managing to pry it open once more, just enough, to slip through with Rabbity in tow. As the door closed behind her, Isabelle keeled over once more from the stomach pain. It was cool in the house, and Isabelle was glad that Lola had dressed her in her warm, soft sleeper. It was also noisy in the hall. Isabelle could hear that music was still being played downstairs. There were voices, 'lots of them,' Isabelle noted, and clinking of glasses as well. 'Clearly the party is still going strong.....maybe I only took a short nap?' Isabelle was beginning to wonder how long she had slept when another sharp pain hit her, causing her to squat down. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh" Isabelle was snapped out of the shock of her pain by another set of noises though. The noises had been in the background when Isabelle had approached her door, and then louder when she had entered the hall. But it had been largely drowned out by the noise from downstairs. Except now Isabelle was hearing the noise more clearly. It was growing in volume. And it was coming from Lola's bedroom, right across the hall. 'But what is it?' Isabelle wondered. Isabelle hesitated as the noises continued to grow in volume. Isabelle was only a few feet away from the door, and the noise coming from Lola's room was starting to become more prominent, first competing with the voices and music from downstairs, before building up and overtaking them. 'It sounds like.............maybe Lola also has a stomach ache?' It was perhaps the wrong thought, because as soon as she had it, Isabelle felt another burst of pain in her tummy. 'No.....,' Isabelle realized, as she stood upright again, leaning against her own bedroom door for support. ' They don't sound like they have a sad tummy. They sound........really happy,' Isabelle admitted. It was the best adjective she had in her depleted arsenal of the English language, but it wasn't inaccurate. Whatever was causing the noise, it wasn't sounds of displeasure. 'It's probably just Lola. Maybe Dani too,' Isabelle decided. Who else would be in her big sister's bedroom anyway? 'Maybe Lola wanted a nap too, and she's just having the bestest dream ever!' Isabelle considered. It was a real, distinct possibility to Isabelle. So Isabelle braved one foot forward, lifting her body weight off of the door behind her, and moving toward Lola's bedroom. As Isabelle waddled her second foot, her legs spread firmly and far apart by her diaper, the noise continued to build. Louder with her four step. Even louder with her fifth. Isabelle was half way there and the noise continued to grow. 'Definitely a girl...but not words........crying?' Isabelle wondered, as she shifted her next small step, and then the next. Isabelle was mere steps from the door when she heard it; a final shriek come from the room, causing her to pause for a moment, the room in front of her falling silent. Isabelle wasn't sure if someone in there needed help, but she was beginning to revisit her theory that they might have a tummy ache too. Isabelle was about to reconsider her decision when her stomach churned once more, nearly causing her to fall over. She had waited in the hallway too long, even if it had only been a few minutes. Her stomach needed some attention. It needed Lola. Isabelle cleared the last two steps, before settling her little fingers on Lola's bedroom doorknob. With the last bit of energy she had, Isabelle twisted, and pushed the knob in with her body, slipping forward on her footie jamies on the wood floor, and causing Isabelle to bend over in the process. It all happened at once, and Isabelle shut her eyes as it did. Her tummy pushed, and Isabelle felt her sphincter open up, as wave after wave of mushy poop made its way into her diaper. Isabelle squeezed Rabbity's hand as the first, painful load came out of her. But once it did, Isabelle felt such relief from her stomach ache, she didn't hesitate when she felt the need again. No, that time Isabelle pushed. And she pushed a much larger second load into her diaper, the poop expanding her diaper downward, until it was nearly hanging down to the floor, before it stopped. When Isabelle pushed again, another tremendous load of poop filled the area under her butt, until there was no more room. But there was more. And when Isabelle pushed the final wave, it had nowhere else to go, pressing first against her butt, before moving to the only open space that was left in the front of her diaper. Isabelle felt instant relief, but it was short lived. It wasn't because she had made a stinky; Isabelle was used to pooping in her diapers at this point, and in fact, was rather starting to enjoy them. No, her relief was short lived because she opened her eyes. It wasn't Lola in her bedroom. It was Dani. And she wasn't alone. Isabelle wasn't quite sure what she was seeing in the bed to her right. It was confusing, and didn't really make much sense. But there were two sets of eyes starring at her as she stood up in the doorway, one set light, innocent, and playful, the other in sheer panic. The first set - further away from Isabelle - belonged to Dani, who was under Lola's covers, laying on her front, half her body on the mattress, and half pressed firmly against, '...well him.' The second set - the set much, much closer to Isabelle - belonged to none other than Avery, who was only partially covered by Lola's comforter. Avery's strong, bare chest was exposed on his left side, the side closest to Isabelle, whereas the rest was covered by Dani's upper body, which Isabelle was only realizing then was likewise bare. Isabelle's eyes met Avery's, who looked in utter panic and disbelief. Isabelle wasn't sure what to do. 'Why are they in Lola's bed together? And why don't they have their shirt's on? Were they invespigating each other's stomach aches?' Isabelle wondered. She wasn't sure she wanted Avery to investigate her own, not while she was in a very poopy diaper. 'Maybe he'll leave so Dani can invespigate my tummy next?' The three stood there for longer than any would have expected, each startled by the scene they were in, each for very different reasons. It was Dani, however, sweet, cool, calm, collected Dani, that broke the ice. She just started laughing. Laughing as she rolled off Avery on to her own back, exposing her bare chest to the room. Laughing as she gleefully kicked her legs under the covers at the simple ridiculousness of the situation they were in. Laughing because this now very core, very significant moment and memory for Dani now included her best friend's little sister walking in on her and Avery, and proceeding to poop her diaper right in front of them. "D! This isn't funny" Isabelle heard Avery, the same panic that was in his eyes emerge from his mouth. "What do we do? What do we say?" Isabelle wasn't sure what he meant by that, and so continued to look between him and Dani curiously, trying to figure out what was going on. "Da.......Da..........Dani?" Isabelle felt herself whimpering, still stunned at the sight before her. She was feeling something inside of her, and it was no longer her aching tummy. Isabelle wasn't sure what it was, but the sight before her was making her feel very emotional, and she felt tears beginning to build in her eyes. "Oh RE-LAX Ave. She's just a little girl," Dani said, before leaning over and '....kissing Avery's chest? Hmmmm no. Maybe just a tummy ache check like mommy does for me?' Isabelle's eyes were now laser focused on Dani. "She doesn't know what's going on. You can be such a boy sometimes." Dani teased, before sitting up in the bed, the comforter now only covering her lower body. Dani wriggled her nose as the scent from Isabelle's diaper began to make its way into the room. "Though for a little girl, I'll admit, she makes some pretty big poopies. You stay right there Belly. I'm coming," Dani called to her, before rummaging below the covers, seemingly trying to retrieve something, pulling whatever she found up her legs. Isabelle watched Avery, his expression unchanged and still panicked. Isabelle shifted her faze back to Dani stood up from under the covers, wearing nothing other than a simple green thong. "She even had matching panties!' Isabelle thought to herself, the thought making her smile for an unknown reason. It wasn't rare that Isabelle saw Dani mostly, if not entirely naked. Still, it was always amazing to her just how beautiful her friend was, inside and out, and Isabelle couldn't help but stare at her friend as she stood. Isabelle watched as Dani bent over and picked up her green butterfly top, 'which she must have taken off so Avery could check her tummy ache,' Isabelle concluded. Dani pulled her top back on, before bending over once more to pick up her skirt, pulling it up her legs. Dani bent down one last time, picking up her wings and putting them back on as well. "I'm going to go change her sweetie," Dani said, as she made her way around the bed and toward Isabelle "You get your costume back on and go back down before our disappearance draws too much attention.." Dani was about to pick up Isabelle when the little girl slipped on her footie pajamas and fell to her bum. The resulting fall caused the poop underneath her to splat out underneath her, and caking against her butt, and spreading out in every which direction. Isabelle was so shocked by the fall that she couldn't help herself, and she started to cry. "WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WAHHHHHHHHH AH AH AHA AH AH AH. DANNNIIIIIIII. I WAN WOOOOOWAAAAAA" Dani quickly scooped Isabelle up, moving faster than before. "Oh sweet girl! Shhhhh shhhhhhh. Come here," Dani repeated, Pulling Isabelle in close to her chest, and pressing Isabelle's head against her body. Dani turned her attention to Avery before, calmly telling him "once you're done, if you see Lola, send her up." Dani was about to carry Isabelle out before turning back, and adding one more thing. "And Ave," she said, pausing as the memory of their adventure returned to her mind. "Amazing." *********************************************************** "So just so we're all on the same page here,' Tori whispered, as the group of girls gathered together closely had given up on trying not to laugh. They were circled together in the kitchen. Isabelle was happy to be in Lola's arms and in the group again, a fresh, poofy diaper under her footie jamies. "Tor. Company," Lola muttered, her eyes glancing at the toddler in her arms. "Oh. Yah. Okay," Tori said, regrouping herself, before finding the right words. "You rolled off....of him, he just having, quote, 'rocked your world,' your words, Tori emphasized, as the girls all giggled sheepishly at Dani's news of her milestone. "And not moments later, Company here opens the door, shocking you both, and thennnn......what was it that happened?" Tori joked playfully. Isabelle wasn't sure who this 'Company' was, but the way Tori was telling the story, it sounded pretty funny. So Isabelle giggled along while Tori tapped on her chin, pretending to think, while Dani's face began to turn the same color as her messy hair. "Oh that's right. The mere sight of you two in the bed caused Company to go ahead and poop herself, to quote you again, 'the largest you had ever seen in your life.' Did I get that right? Is that what happened?" The girls, including Isabelle from behind the pacifier, continued to laugh hysterically, each overtly turning their gazes to poor Avery standing by the fridge across the kitchen, who could only be wondering self-consciously what. precisely, the girls were laughing about. "Hardy-har-har," Dani responded, herself laughing about the situation. "But yes. That about sums it up," Dani said with a smile, before turning her focus to Isabelle. "You just had to come and see what was going on with your little tummy didn't you sweetie?" Dani teased. "Well you did say you were quite....noisy." Amelia chimed in, causing more laughter. "You probably woke her up to begin with!" Isabelle was beginning to question whether the story was about her or not. It didn't really matter; Isabelle was just happy to be back at the party, though she was feelingexhausted. While Dani had been changing her, Lola had come up to the room having heard the cries on the baby monitor. Isabelle was relieved to see Lola, so much so that she didn't catch much of the conversation between the two friends as Lola took over wiping Isabelle's butt. But a lot of hugs and emotions were exchanged. As well as laughs. Lots and lots of laughs. "Why does he look so uncomfortable over there? You think he'd be relaxed and happy after the first time,' Amelia noted. Dani provided the answer. "Oh I told him he couldn't tell anyone tonight. But that I was going to tell you girls. So I'm not sure he knows what to do with himself right now," Dani added, now looking along with all the other girls at Avery as they all resumed laughing. Had Avery not looked uncomfortable before, now he looked utterly distressed. "He actually can help me," Lola said to the group. "She needs to go back to sleep. And we need to clean up before my parents get home." The words slipped out of her mouth so naturally, Lola didn't even catch what she had said. 'Avery," Lola called out, as Avery pointed to himself and shrugged, as though to question whether Lola was calling him. 'Yes, you. Can you open the fridge behind you and grab one of the bottles in the door........no......yes that one. Ya." The girls all watched as Avery pulled it out, and inexplicably brought it to his face as if to smell it, or even taste it, before walking it toward the gaggle of girls. Dani couldn't help herself but tease him. "Ave, sweetie. It's breastmilk. I don't think you need to try it." Dani's remark sent the girls over the edge, as they laughed loudly at the poor boy's expense before he handed the bottle to Lola, who put it in the microwave be Dani went on to her tippy toes and planted a kiss on Avery's cheek, "I'm going to help Lola put her to bed. But I'll be back down in a bit to help you clean," Dani added, letting her head rest against Avery for just a moment longer before releasing. "Let's go up." With a wave of the Star Rod, and a skip, Dani led the charge up the stairs, as Lola carried Isabelle in her arms, up to bed once more. "Someone had too many cookies tonight, didn't she sweetie? Lola teased, as she bounced Isabelle up and down on her hip. "I learned that quite a few people gave you cookies, including one VERY mischievous fairy." Though Isabelle's eyes were settling shut once more, she couldn't help but laugh. 'It was true, after all.' Dani had reached the top of the stairs at that point, performing a little bow with the a twirl of her wand. "You're most very welcome." The three girls made their way into Isabelle's room, where Lola climbed back into bed with Isabelle. "Someone gets to share their bed with me later tonight, since unspeakable things were done in mine," Lola said, glaring playfully at Lola, who laid down on the other side of Isabelle smiling. Once more, Lola gently cradled Isabelle in her arms, bringing the bottle of milk back to Isabelle's lips. As Lola held the bottle in place, Dani playfully swished her wand around over Isabelle, her eyes following the bright star atop the magical wand as it danced over her. Isabelle rhythmically sucked at the bottle as Dani hummed until there was no more milk left, and Lola pulled the bottle gently back. "I almost forgot," Dani whispered. "You never made your fairy wish sweetie. You can ask for anything you want. Anything in the world. You just need to close your eyes real tight, and think about what it is you want. Fairy magic can take some time to take effect. But if your patient, your wish will come true." "Make a wish, sweet sweet Belly," Lola whispered, as a heaviness from the second bottle of milk took effect. "Make your wish my sweet baby sister." Isabelle let the exhaustion wash over her. She fell asleep making her wish. The one thing she wanted more than anything else. The one thing she deserved. A choice.

Yes! Her mom's little speech comes back a few times throughout. I think at least one per stage. It is quite long. In all honesty, I was going to cut it off the last weekend, but for some reason, I got it in my head to go to Halloween around like chapter 20 or so. If I could go back, not sure I wouldn't have ended it sooner (or pretended I wasn't counting actual days). But I am having fun. And I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the story. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate your kind words, and am thrilled you are enjoying the tale! Hey there! Thanks for leaving such an insightful comment! I am so glad you've been reading my story, and its very clear you've been paying close attention! I appreciate your taking the time to read my story. I wish I could answer all of this, but I don't want to leave any spoilers. I love your notes about the transitions of Dani and Lola's roles. I tried to emphasize how hard second grade was for her because she was, for the first time in the story, feeling truly alone without them, and without friends. Even in other stages, she still saw them. Now she has them back, albeit in much different roles. Your comments really made me happy. Spot on with the shoes! As the outfits changes, she paid A LOT of attention to them, especially early on rejecting how juvenile they were. I think she associated the slippers with holding on to the last piece of her normal life, and so never questioned them. Perhaps she should have. But they are magic, after all! You are not wrong though, that it is a bit of a gap in the story, The final chapter, which will now be Chapter 62, was written a long time ago, and I think addresses some of your comments. Thank you so much! Not too long before you find out!

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 60 Isabelle opened her eyes. She felt a cushion under her head, but it was unfamiliar. As she glanced around, Isabelle was initially thrown off by where she was. 'It looked so strange at first,' Isabelle recalled thinking. 'But then I saw Lola.' "Good morning sleepy girl," Lola had greeted her, setting down her decorations and joining Isabelle on the couch. Isabelle had shifted her head onto Lola's lap, her thumb finding its way into her mouth. Lola quickly removed Isabelle's thumb, replacing it with Isabelle's pacifier nearby that had fallen out of her mouth. "Welcome back," Lola whispered, bending over to kiss Isabelle's cheek, before sitting back up and stroking her hair. Isabelle blinked her eyes a few more times, before taking the room in around her. She was in Lola's main floor living room, where she had danced with Lola and Dani the week prior. Only it seemed so much different. Isabelle's eyes were drawn to the molding around the top of the walls. Strings of orange and purple fairy lights adorned them, casting an eerie yet captivating glow. Intertwined around the light were orange and black decorative cutouts, such that the lights would reflect images of bats, ghosts, and all manner of creatures in the dark. Isabelle's eyes lowered toward the fireplace, where Lola had carefully placed glittering spiderwebs on the mantelpiece, making sure they looked both spooky and elegant. In front of the fireplace, a series of plastic pumpkins with carved faces on them were lined up; four in total. Each boasted a plastic handle The centerpiece of the living room, however, was directly in front of Isabelle. It was a real pumpkin this time. Huge, in fact. 'It's the biggest pumpkin I've ever seen!' The gourd was no joke, elaborately carved, and perfectly round. Sam and Lola had spent hours that morning meticulously crafting the perfect Jack-o'-lantern face. Isabelle couldn't tell from her angle, but the pumpkin boasted a warm, flickering light inside. Later that evening, it would illuminate the whole room with its friendly, mischievous grin. Isabelle picked her head up, rubbing the sleepies out of her eyes as she found her way in the world once more. Isabelle's eyes moved to the nearby coffee table, where Lola arranged a group of charming and slightly spooky figurines: witches on broomsticks, friendly ghosts, and a grinning skeleton. A playful cauldron full of "witches' brew" (green punch) sat nearby, ready to quench the thirst of their Halloween party guests. Isabelle turned to Lola. "Wer mommy?" It was a fair enough question, though barely discernable through her pacifier. Isabelle's mom had, presumably, taken her over here. But she was nowhere to be seen. "Come sweetie," Lola said, taking Isabelle's hand. "Mommy is in the kitchen. Let's go get her." Isabelle took Lola's hand, walking side by side with her. The made their way into the main hall and toward the kitchen. As they walked together, Isabelle spied into the the dining room, which had likewise been transformed into a haunted banquet hall. The long table was adorned with a black lace tablecloth and elegant silver candlesticks, each holding a blood-red candle. There were all manners of treats on plates; brownies and cookies, candies and more. Isabelle couldn't resist, as she tried to pull Lola toward the table. "No no no sweetie. That's for later. You haven't even had your dinner yet. Or gone trick or treating! Do you wanna hear something fun?" Isabelle stopped tugging at Lola for a moment. 'It might be worth hearing something fun. I like fun things.' But there were treats just out of reach. It was a tough call in the end, but Isabelle decided for the former, turning her head to face Lola as she continued to suckle the rubber teat in her mouth, and nodded. "Uh-huh! Was fun?" Lola smiled, as she saw the pure wonder in Isabelle's face. "I'm going to get to take you trick or treating later with your mommy. And someone else very special asked to come to! But only if you're a good girl. So let's go find mommy, okay?" Isabelle considered the proposal. "I be goot!" She announced. Isabelle was determined to show Lola, and especially her mommy, that she was not a bad girl after her hectic afternoon. As Lola and Isabelle continued to move toward the kitchen, Isabelle spotted a number of other decorations. Lola had hung a myriad of paper bats from the ceiling, giving the room a thrilling and slightly eerie ambiance. The windows were covered in decorative decals featuring silhouettes of witches on broomsticks and black cats with arched backs. At the entranceway to the kitchen, Sam had placed a life-sized cardboard cutout of a mummy. "We call him Mr. Mummy," Lola explained, "not to be confused with your real mommy!" Lola giggled, and Isabelle couldn't help but join in. Mr. Mummy was holding a silver tray in his extended arms, perfect for setting drinks on. He greeted Lola and Isabelle as they entered, his bandaged arms seemingly reaching out to give them a spooky welcome. "How's mommy's cranky girl feeling now?" The question was innocent enough. And Isabelle was feeling better. But she didn't need the reminder that she had gotten so upset, nor about the mess she had made in her room with the glue . Isabelle decided not to answer her mom, instead crossing her arms, and stomping her feet down, each once. "Oh are we still cranky?" Sam's voice echoed from the side. Isabelle hadn't seen him as she entered, but her attention was quickly capture by him as Sam scooped her into his arms, and started kissing her neck rapidly. Isabelle couldn't help but laugh and cry out as the onslaught of tickly kisses assaulted her, her pacifier falling to the floor. "Nope! I guess not!" 'Come Jane," Isabelle heard Lola say, as she watched Lola extend her hands out to Isabelle's mom. "I need to start on your makeup now, or we'll never get it done in time." Isabelle watched as her mom gave Lola her hand, Lola pulling her upstairs. "Don't worry about us," Sam called after them, as he settled Isabelle against his chest. supporting her under her soggy butt. "We'll just be in the basement doing all the HARD work. Come cutie. Let's go have some fun. Are you going to be my big girl helper?" Sam asked, bending down to pick the pacifier up. "We really ought to get you something to keep this clipped to you. I'll add it to the list," Sam said, before plopping the pacifier back in Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle was happy to have it back. Sam carried Isabelle down to the basement. Much like the rest of the house, the basement had been transformed into a haunted house. Sam navigated through what felt like a pop up maze, complete with cobwebs, eerie sound effects, and hidden surprises that would thrill Lola's Halloween party guests later that night. "Let's work on adding some of this fluff to the theater room Belly, to make it spooky. Here, take some," Sam said, setting Isabelle down and handing her the package. Isabelle was happy to be helping, picking up clumps of the stingy white fluff, and putting it anywhere she felt could use improvement; the seats, the cupholders, even the floor. Isabelle was having so much fun decorating with Sam, she forgot all about her little tantrum earlier that day. Isabelle lost track of time as she set her final plastic spider down on the console in front of the movie theater. "Okay guys, come back up. Dad! You should get into your costume too!" Isabelle heard Lola call from upstairs. "I've been summoned squirt, let's go. You need to get dressed as well." Sam picked Isabelle up, feeling a very soggy diaper under his hand, and carried Isabelle up the stairs with him. Isabelle was lifted into the air, happily settling herself into Sam's arm as he carried her up to the main floor. Once they made it up, Isabelle saw her mom standing there, only she looked very different. There was her mommy, standing in front of her, only she was dressed just like one of Isabelle's favorite characters; Elle. Jane had carefully chose her costume—a stunning replica of Elle's iconic ensemble from "Stunner and the Savage." Jane's white shirt featured a lapel collar, long puffy sleeves with elastic bands at the wrists. Isabelle watched with a smile as Jane worked to re-fasten the blue maid dress sporting a delicate lace hem. Jane cinched her waist with a pristine white apron with some help from Lola, just like the one Elle wore in the Savage's enchanted castle. "Mommy! You wook just wike Ewwe!" Isabelle called out from behind her pacifier, smiling at her mom's choice of dress. Isabelle couldn't help but bring her small hands together and clap, though she missed her own hands on her first attempt. Jane curtsied gracefully, her dress billowing with a touch of regal flair. "Thank you sweetie," she replied, her voice soft and Elle-like. "Didn't Lola do such a good job with mommy's hair and makeup?" w Isabelle wasn't sure if the question was directed at her, but nodded anyway. Lola stood beside her, seemingly proud of her work as well. Isabelle offered Lola a few claps as well. "Now come with mommy," Jane said, scooping Isabelle into her arms. "We need to get you changed, and then dressed." Isabelle felt as she was exchanged from Sam and into her mom's arms, who proceeded to carry her up the stairs, and into the room with the changing table. Isabelle lay down with her eyes shut. By the point, her diaper changes were fairly routine. Rather than focus much on what was happening, Isabelle closed her eyes and suckled away at the pacifier still in her mouth. She listened as her mom hummed, working to tear the sides of Isabelle's diaper, clean her up, and slide a new one underneath her. Isabelle could immediately feel that her mom had put her into one of the thick, nighttime diapers that she only ever got to wear at Lola's melting into it as her mom secured it tightly around her waist. "Okay buttercup, let's get you changed," Isabelle heard her mom say, as she was lifted on to her butt. Isabelle then felt as her mom lifted her shirt over and off her head, leaving her in nothing but her diaper. While Isabelle felt a little chilly in the air-conditioned house, she was nothing if not comfortable sitting around in nothing over than her diaper. Isabelle's mom proceeded to reach into a bag at her feet, before pulling a soft, white, collared shirt Isabelle hadn't seen before. Isabelle lifted her arms up so her mom could pull it over her, feeling as the soft fabric fell over her tummy and on to her diaper. "You're just going to love your costume sweetie, Jane explained, as she worked to get Isabelle's last arm into the arm hole. 'This is much too big!" Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom eased Isabelle back down on to her back so that she was laying on the changing table again. As Isabelle was about to question what was going on, the questions was answered for her. Isabelle felt as her mom pulled the fabric from the shirt from under her diaper and around to her front. Curious, Isabelle lifted her head just in time to watch as her mom snapped the shirt securely over her diaper, one snapping after the other, until the oversized shirt was tightly secured around her. 'That's new," Isabelle thought, as her mom reached into the bag once more. Isabelle could feel the elastic fabric morph to her body. 'It is really comfortable," Isabelle admitted to herself, feeling the soft padding of her diaper pressed against her skin. Jane proceeded to pull a pair of black leggings over Isabelle's legs, working to pull it over Isabelle's massive diaper before sitting her up. Isabelle looked down as her mom eased a pair of white socks with scalloped elastic bands on them around her feet, before feeling herself picked up and placed on the ground. "Looking so cute already!" Jane said, before taking a brush and bending down to work on Isabelle's hair. Jane quickly brushed Isabelle's blonde hair into two, long pigtails, each tumbling down off the back of her head, and falling down over her shoulders. "Let's get your detective coat on, sweetie!" Jane said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a long coat, pulling it onto Isabelle before tying it off with the sash in front. "Perfect!" When her mom had taken her upstairs to get into her costume, Isabelle hadn't been quite sure what she was going to be dressed as. But as her mom finished pulling her coat in, Isabelle was starting to realize what it was she was going as. And, as her mom pulled out the finishing touch to her outfit;, Isabelle's face was beaming with a smile. "Imma Invepigator mommy! Invespigator! Invespigator!" Isabelle called out again and again with glee, as Jane set the plaid deerstalker hat onto Isabelle's head. Jane was smiling too, happy with how the costume turned out, and even happier that Isabelle was so thrilled. "That's right baby! An invesTIgator," Jane emphasized, correcting Isabelle though knowing full well it was too hard of a word for her baby girl. "And the most beautiful one at that," Jane added, before picking Isabelle up and bombarding her with kisses. Isabelle couldn't stop giggling as she kicked her feet from under her, before wrapping them around her mom's side. "Now let's go get some food in your tummy so we can go trick or treating baby." It wasn't long until Jane had Isabelle in her high chair, with a quick dinner whipped together. Dinner progressed quickly, though was hardly uneventful. Isabelle had thrown a little fit when her mom insisted on cutting her food and feeding her, but eventually allowed it to happen. "You'll get your outfit messy otherwise," her mom had explained. It was a reasonable explanation. About halfway through her dinner, Sam and Lola had come back down to join Isabelle and Jane as Jane was pushing another nugget into Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle chewed her food as Sam entered in his prince's outfit. He was wearing a soft white shirt that firmly pressed against his muscles. He had tall boots over his blue slacks, and was even wearing a red cape with gold trim. he looked every bit the part of Elle's perfect prince. Lola, for her part, had opted to be a cat this Halloween, something Isabelle couldn't help but laugh about. But Lola had nailed the look, wearing tight black leggings over a black body suit. Her long, thick black hair had been curled ever so slightly, and fell down over her shoulders, and held in place by a headband with two small kitty ears. She had done her makeup simply; three thick black whiskers on either side of her face, and a small black nose to boot. 'Simple, but effective," Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom stuffed nugget after nugget into her mouth. "We're going to be late if we wait much longer," Sam said to Lola, though Isabelle was not sure what about. "It's just her way. She'll be here in a second. I promised we'd -" But Lola didn't get to finish the sentence. She was cutoff by the family's loud doorbell, which echoed through the house as Jane wiped Isabelle's mouth, before lifting her out of her high chair. "I'll go get the baskets," Jane said to Sam, as she went around the kitchen table and lifted a large shoulder bag strap over her shoulder, and headed toward the living room. "I wonder who that could be?" Lola teased, tapping one finger to her chin. "Do you wanna come investigate with me, Investigator Isabelle?" Isabelle nodded, pulling the toy magnifying glass her mom had put into her coat pocket for her out. "Uh-huh! I wanna see! I wanna invespigate!" Lola smiled before taking Isabelle's hand and walking her toward the front door. Whoever it was going to be, Isabelle was going to find out. But when Lola opened the door, Isabelle could hardly believe who was standing there. It was like a dream come true. In fact, it was. The person standing before her was so familiar, and so spectacular, Isabelle could hardly believe her own eyes. Standing in front of her was none other than Seraphina. Isabelle couldn't believe the story her mother had told her was true. But here she was, standing at the front door to Lola's house. Seraphina's red curly hair tumbled down from her head, down her bare shoulders to her chest. She was wearing an emerald green tube top, that was shaped like butterfly wings. below her exposed bellybutton, Seraphina was wearing a green and blush tulle skirt that fell well above her knees. But it wasn't just her green clothes that gave her away. It was her wings. They were exactly as her mom had described them, extending far over her shoulders, the color of the sky at sunrise - soft pink and gentle lavender. She was just as beautiful as her mom had told in her story. Yet, the most amazing part about Seraphina was not what she was wearing, and it was not her wings. No, it was what she held in her hand; the Star Rod. Isabelle's mouth was agape at the beautiful and powerful fairy in front of her. 'Dani had told the truth!' Isabelle was so blown away by Seraphina's presence, she forgot entirely about why she even needed such a fairy to begin with. Lola laughed as she watched little Isabelle stand in awe in front of Dani, utterly silent, eyes popping out of her head. Lola lifted Isabelle up so she could be closer, just as Dani curtsied politely. "Well hello Isabelle! I heard you were looking for a magical fairy tonight, is that right?" Isabelle knew the answer was yes. She wanted to respond yes. She knew she was supposed to respond yes. But she couldn't respond. She was still too shocked. It was all so much that Isabelle released her bladder unwittingly into her once dry diaper. Lola, sensing Isabelle's reluctance, as well as her pee, answered for her. "Look sweetie! It's Dani! She dressed as a special magical and...." Lola looked at her friend up and down before smirking and continuing "...…scantly dressed fairy for us." Lola said, teasing her friend. 'Dani?' Isabelle felt herself question what Lola had just told her. But as she looked closer at the fairy, Isabelle realized Lola was right; it WAS Dani. 'Oh. My. God." Isabelle couldn't believe it. How could she have not realized it? She had known Dani......like forever! "But it all makes sense now," Isabelle told herself. "Dani doesn't KNOW a magical fairy.... .... ...Dani IS a magical fairy!" It was so obvious, Isabelle could hardly believe she hadn't realized sooner! 'No wonder she knew how to build a magical star rod! And knew that a magical fairy would be here tonight!' Isabelle could no longer control her excitement. "Dani!!!!" Isabelle called out loudly, as her mom and Sam approached from behind. Dani laughed, taking Isabelle from Lola. "Yes sweetie! It's me!!!" Dani responded, hugging Isabelle. "I don't think she realized who I was Lolz. That's why I am the queen of Halloween," Dani said, now speaking to her friend, the two of them chuckling. "I think you might be right," Lola responded, as Dani set Isabelle down. "Sweetie," Lola continued, speaking to Isabelle again, "Dani came over extra early so that she could go trick or treating with us! Isn't that exciting!??!" Isabelle nodded, and hugged Dani's bare legs again, squeezing her tightly, before another voice interrupted their hug "We aren't going to get any trick or treating done if we don't leave now though," Sam said, before greeting Dani. Isabelle turned back to look at Sam to see that he was seemingly diverting his gaze away from the fairy at the door the best he could. 'Hmmmm. He must be worried about her awesome powers,' Isabelle concluded. That wasn't her problem though. There were more important issues to deal with anyway - it was time to leave. Isabelle wanted some candy. ******************** Isabelle felt her plastic pumpkin trick or treat bag on her lap. It was already half way full, but Isabelle had plans to fill it to the limit before she was done. She held on tightly as she felt someone push her along in her stroller toward the next house down the block, which took longer than she had expected. Isabelle looked down at her ballet slippers feeling that they really added something special to her outfit. 'The homes in this neighborhood are so far apart,' Isabelle had remarked after a house or two. It was certainly a drawback to being in the area, but there were benefits too. 'The candy here is HUGE!' Isabelle had been the star of the show all night, and she was loving it. For the first few houses, Isabelle had been accompanied by her mom to the front door. "Twick O Tweat!" Isabelle would call out at every house from behind her pacifier, the owner's faces looking down at her beaming with smiles every time. "She is just precious!" "Aren't you just the most adorable!" "OH MY GOD SOOO CUTE!" Each time she went to a house, the owner took the time to compliment Isabelle's outfit. She felt like the very best detective there could be! More often than not, her cuteness was also handsomely rewarded with additional candy. As they moved between houses, Isabelle would watch as all the other kids ran past them or around in their costumes. There were ghosts, firefighters, and doctors. There were all sorts of animals, princesses, and even a few ladybugs. Isabelle kept looking down at her own outfit, proud of how unique it was, and how perfectly it suited her. 'Mommy got me the best costume.. After a few houses, her mom had substituted out, and instead Lola and Dani accompanied her to the front door. Even though Isabelle liked going with her mom, there was something extra special about going with Dani, and even more special about going with Lola. Lola held her hand up every walkway, and even helped her carry her plastic pumpkin when it got too heavy. There had been another advantage to walking with Lola and Dani; Isabelle could ask Dani all about her life as a fairy. "Awe you a weal faiwy Dani?" Isabelle asked in her sweet, innocent voice, her eyes wide with wonder as Dani knocked on the next door for them. Dani, with a playful wink to Lola, had long ago decided to embrace the magical moment with Isabelle. She crouched down to Isabelle's level, her wings glinting as she did. "Why, of course Belly!" Dani replied, her voice filled with enchantment. "I am indeed a REAL fairy. I've flown all the way here from the Enchanted Forest to celebrate Halloween with you." Isabelle's heart soared with excitement. She had so many questions about fairies, and she was thrilled to have the chance to speak to a real one. "Was it wike being a fairy?" Isabelle asked, her eyes shining with anticipation. Dani stood up as the door opened, trying to get Isabelle to say the magic words she was supposed to. But Isabelle was too distracted, and Lola could tell. "Belly. What do we say at the door sweetie? Look - someone wants to give you candy!" Isabelle's snapped out of her focus on Dani, turning her attention back to the home owner who was smiling down at her kindly. "Uhhh......uh.........uhhhhh........" But Isabelle had forgotten what she was supposed to say, and was starting to panic. Fortunately, Lola was there to help. "We say....Trick or........" 'Oh yah, that's right!' Isabelle thought to herself. She knew what to say; what she wanted. "TWEAT!" Isabelle called out loudly, to the satisfaction of the home owner, who smiled and placed a candy bar in her bucket. "Thank you!" Lola replied, as she took Isabelle's hand and began to walk her down the walkway, Dani flanking Isabelle's other side. Isabelle turned her attention back to Dani as they walked. Dani began to spin a whimsical tale, weaving a narrative of fairyland. She spoke of magical meadows where fairies danced among the flowers, and enchanted forests where they played hide-and-seek with forest creatures. She described the sparkling fairy dust they used to cast spells, and the powerful Star Rod she used to make wishes come true. Isabelle listened with rapt attention, her imagination soaring with each word. "Do faiwies have special powers?" she inquired, her curiosity endless, as Lola lifted her back into her stroller seat, and her mom pushed her onward. "Just a few more houses Belly, okay?" Isabelle heard her mom say. "It's getting late for you already, and Lola and Dani have friends coming over soon." Isabelle was hardly listening, however. She was too focused on Dani. Dani waited for Jane to finish before answering Isabelle, walking alongside the stroller. "Of course we do," Dani explained "Fairies have the power to make dreams come true with our Star Rods. And this Star Rod that you helped make," Dani went on, 'is the most powerful of them all. We can grant wishes and bring joy to those who believe in magic. And, those that are really good girls. Do you happen to know anyone like that?" Isabelle's heart swelled with excitement. "ME! ME! Imma goo girl! I bewieve in magic!! Can you show me some fairy magic?" Isabelle asked, her eyes gleaming.. "Hmmm..." Dani said, before the stroller stopped. Dani pretended to reach into an imaginary pouch, before sprinkling a bit of invisible fairy dust over Isabelle's head, making a wish. "There, little inves-PIgator," Dani said with a grin. "I've just granted you ONE special wish. But remember, I only have the power to grant one wish. So I want you to think long and hard about what you REALLY want, and you'll tell me later at home, okay?" Isabelle had been nothing but smiles and laughs until that moment. But when Dani mentioned that she would only be able to make one wish, Isabelle's mind went somewhere else. Somewhere more serious. Somewhere a little darker. Somewhere her mind hadn't been all day. 'I only get one crack at this. This is what I've been working toward since all of this started happening. I can undo this. I can fix it. I can......I can....... I can get what I really want........ ....But what do I want....?' The answer to the question had once been so simple. But it didn't feel that way anymore. And she was running out of time. Isabelle felt Lola lift her out of her stroller and took her hand. Isabelle reluctantly lifted her own hand, unsure if she still wanted to trick or treat. But she wasn't exactly consulted, and before she knew it, felt her little legs marching up toward the house with Lola and Dani by her side. 'Plus I can get more candy here,' Isabelle decided, snapping her mind off of more serious thoughts, and moving her little legs a little more willingly toward the front door. Just as Lola started to knock on the door, Isabelle felt something else knocking. Without thinking twice about it, Isabelle felt her little legs begin to bend, as she let go of Lola's hand and squatted down into a crouch. Isabelle could hear Dani try to cover up a laugh and a snort - though for the life of Isabelle, she had no idea why - as Isabelle pushed a load of mushy poop into her diaper, just as the door to the house opened. "Twick O....Errrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh," Isabelle grunted, pushing more mushy poop into her diaper, before standing up once more and finishing her other job. "....Tweat!" Isabelle called, offering her pumpkin basket out once more to a homeowner that Lola suspected knew exactly what had just occurred on their stoop. Lola couldn't help but laugh as the door closed after them, Isabelle without a care or concern in the world, walking back down toward her mom. "Your little girl made QUITE the impression up there Jane," Dani said, laughing as they approached. Lola watched as Jane's expression turned to one of concern, and offered some clarification. "She was perfectly behaved, to be clear. She just...uh...made a little present of her own while on their doorstep." Lola said, smiling herself. Sam quickly joined in, laughing and smiling himself. "Come here my little angel," Jane said, offering her arms out to Isabelle, before lifting her up, and taking a sniff herself to confirm. "Oh yes you did make a little present sweetie," Jane remarked, backing her own face off of the very large and smelly mess Isabelle had made. Isabelle remained unphased. "It was getting late anyway. Let's get her home and ready for bed," Jane said to Sam, before placing Isabelle down into the stroller, her mess happily squishing under her. "Come sweetie. Mommy is going to take you home and change you. And then you can stay up for a little bit with Lola and Dani before bedtime." Isabelle nodded, though in truth she didn't feel much like being changed.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 59 Isabelle felt sleepy as she felt herself floating in the air, suspended by something, until she felt herself inverted vertically, but someone felt like she was still laying on her mattress. Isabelle kept her eyes closed, happily sucking away at her pacifier, as her little fingers search for something to wrap around. And they found something. Whatever it was. It didn't matter. Isabelle was too tired to care, and so let her head fall down on to her new pillow, the smell of which was simply fantastic. Isabelle nestled into the pillow further, which was nothing more than her mom's shoulder. Isabelle fell right back asleep, back to her dreams. Her sleep was short-lived, however. Isabelle found herself being gently roused from her sleep once more. This time, Isabelle felt she had been laid horizontally again, though just as comfortable as she was. Isabelle stirred as she felt her pacifier pulled from her mouth, whining, her tongue desperate for her plastic nipple to be returned. Isabelle did not have to wait long though. With her eyes still firmly shut, Isabelle felt herself being cradled in the embrace of her mothers arms, and lifted up against her body. Isabelle felt her cheek, and then her drool covered lips, brush against her mom's soft, warm skin. Isabelle's mouth continued to search for her pacifier, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, as her mouth traversed her mother's warm skin, something else brushed against her lips. Something firm, something swollen, something Isabelle wanted deeply. Isabelle didn't think; she simply did. Isabelle lips parted, as she accepted her mother's nipple, sealing her mouth around it. Isabelle tongue playfully explored the new contents of her mouth, creating a latch, before working to release the milk she now so desperately craved. As the sweet, warm milk flowed into her mouth, soothing her throat, before filling her stomach, Isabelle felt herself begin to wake. It was slow at first, her eyes beginning to flutter, as she focused what little energy her small body had on the more important task at hand. Isabelle felt as her body seemed to activate, stirring in her mother's arms, shifting her legs to adjust herself as she began to suckle with more effort, the flow of milk translating steady droplets to a calm, fluid steam. "Shhhh. That's a good girl." Isabelle heard her mom whisper to her, as she felt her mom rock back and forth, the motion, settling Isabelle down further. 'We must be in the rocking chair,' Isabelle deduced, as she continued to empty her mother's breast, thirsty for as much of the savory salvation that she could get. Isabelle's reservations from the morning prior were not even something of the past; they hadn't been a concern last night after her mom had taken her home; they weren't this morning. The concerns would, more accurately, have been called "never weres." Isabelle felt as the flow of milk began to slow, and not seconds after, her mom's finger slip through her mouth, releasing the warm breast and nipple from the sanctuary of her mouth. Isabelle didn't whine though; she now understood she was halfway done, as she felt her mother flip her around, her head resting against the shirt covering her mom's second breast. Isabelle risked opening her eyes, hoping desperately to connect with her mother's eyes. The risk paid off, as Isabelle fluttered her eyes open to see Jane starring lovingly down back at her. Isabelle's eyes watched as Jane's right arm moved over Isabelle's stomach, working to loosen an additional button on a blue men's dress shirt, which Isabelle only then noticed her mom was wearing. 'In fact, I think it's all she's wearing,' Isabelle thought to herself. As Jane unfastened the button, Isabelle felt her mom shift her shoulder, exposing her second breast for Isabelle to feast at. Isabelle didn't wait for her mom to lift her, raising her own head to reach for the swollen delight that was just in front of her. Isabelle's lunge was for naught, however, as she missed to the left, landing her moist mouth on her mom's bare breast only. Jane couldn't help but giggle as she lifted Isabelle, brushing her nipple into her daughter's mouth to assist her. "Silly, hungry girl. Mommy's got you." Isabelle's eyes never left Jane; Jane's eyes never left her daughters; and Isabelle quickly latched on, the free flow of milk into her mouth a relief for both mother and daughter. "Mommy loves her sweet, sweet angel," Jane whispered, as Isabelle continued to suckle, listening to her mom's heartbeat against her ear, and working to get in rhythm with it. Isabelle was drinking away when something unexpected happened. She hadn't seen anyone approach; her eyes had been focused on her mom. Nor had she heard, or expected to hear anyone else in the house. But as her mother's delicious milk continued to flow into her stomach, as Jane's heartbeat lulled her into a state of complete tranquility, Isabelle was greeted by someone else. "There you two are," Sam's soft voice echoed through Isabelle's ears. The voice was shocking and soothing at the same time, sending waves of both emotions through her little body. But the voice had startled her so much that Isabelle's latch broke, her eyes turning toward the voice as a strand of drool slowly extended, like a spider's web, between Isabelle' mouth and her mom's nipple. It was, indeed Sam, standing in her room, and leaning down to kiss Jane. Isabelle felt her stomach turn as he did, the waves of comfort and shock both growing at the new experience. 'Should he really be watching this? I mean - ' "And there's a precious little girl," Sam added, brushing Isabelle's cheek delicately with his fingers, as Isabelle felt a little milk droplet fall down her chin. Isabelle had so many thoughts in that moment, none of which she could process, yet most of which felt surprisingly happy. But Isabelle's thoughts were interrupted. First by her mother gentle touch, as she guided Isabelle's lips back toward her nipple. Isabelle would have considered resisting, if not for the milky bead she saw right in front of her. 'I need it.' Isabelle latched on without hesitation, and resumed suckling without further question. Sam or no Sam, Isabelle wasn't stopping, as her mother rocked back and forth, Jane's bare chest exposed for the whole room. "I'm going to go put a pot of coffee on and start with some breakfast, okay?" Isabelle heard Sam explain, as he felt Sam continue to brush his hand against her, this time playing with Isabelle's little toes. His touch felt so comforting, but the tickle on her toes caused her to squeal and kick her legs gently about as Isabelle continued with her morning meal. But there was a second interruption that took Isabelle's attention away from Sam. It wasn't just milk her body wanted this morning. Isabelle's body had other needs as well. So Isabelle took care of her needs, all by herself, like a big girl does. So it was, as Sam's hands left Isabelle's toes, that Isabelle did what needed to be done. 'What I want to do.' '.....What I love to do.' Isabelle squinted and suckled, pushed and pulled, unloaded and reloaded, drinking from her mother's breast as she emptied a very mushy, very large poop into her diapers. Isabelle felt as her poop immediately spread around her bottom, smiling as she felt its warmth. The pressure from Jane's swaddle caused her poop to spread it in every direction. Undeterred, Isabelle continued to drink her delicious treat, as she continued pushing, until there was no more milk, and no more poop. Isabelle shifted as much as she could, refusing to break her seal, her satisfaction increasing as the smell of her mess and baby powder wafted to her nose. "Sounds good Sam. I'll come down right after I change this stinky girl. Someone just made a nice deposit on her mommy's lap," Jane explained, as she picked Isabelle up, so they were face to face. "Didn't she now," Jane teased, pulling Isabelle's nose to her own, and rubbing them together. "Didn't she now, my precious, perfect girl!" Isabelle had been wrong about one thing only yesterday morning. Her morning diaper change was no longer the best part of her day. This was. And it didn't matter who was there to see it. ***************** After eating breakfast, Isabelle found herself in her room with some time to spare. 'It's going to be a little bit before mommy puts me down for my nap,' Isabelle thought to herself, and considered what she might do to that morning. Jane and Sam were still downstairs chatting, and laughing away. Isabelle smiled as she heard the noise emanate from downstairs. 'It was always so quiet in the house.....It's kind of nice to have noise here, when its not just me and mom.' Though she had been thrown off by Sam's presence at first, it was extra special getting to wakeup in the house with him there. Not only had he played with and fed Isabelle that morning, but Isabelle could tell how happy her mom was seeing them together; leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but Sam's blue shirt, sipping her coffee, with her loved ones around her. It made Isabelle happier as well. Isabelle was excited to learn about the plan for the day. "We're going to hang around the house this morning, Sam's going to stay for a bit, but then he's going to go home and help Lola set up for her party tonight. Isabelle's heart fluttered at the sound of Lola's name. "Can I go wif Sam and help Lola's party?" "No sweetie, not today. You'll see it later when it's all done. Miss Mel told me you were up very late last night, and I don't want you to be cranky later. Lola is going to take you trick or treating, and then you're going to stay with at Lola's Halloween party while Mommy and Sam go to their own Halloween party. Another sleepover - lucky girl!" Jane said, hoping that Isabelle wouldn't be sad that she was leaving her again. Isabelle wasn't. "Yay! I get to go to a party Mommy!" "We wouldn't mind some extra help later this afternoon though," Sam added. "Why don't you come by early?" Sam lifted Isabelle out of her highchair, bending down to wipe her face. "I'm not going to object to getting to spend more time with my three best girls. And you can help me find all the booze Lola thinks she hid away from me." Isabelle grinned. Jane laughed. "Okay. But remember," Jane said, as she took a sip of coffee, "I'm no nark. I still need to pretend to be the 'cool' mom." Jane felt weird referring to herself as a mom in a conversation about Lola, but she was trying to grow more comfortable with it. Isabelle shook off her recollection from that morning. 'It's time to play,' she decided, as she moved toward her dollhouse, smiling as she thought about her day ahead. But there was a lot of time between now and then, and Isabelle needed to find a way to pass the morning. Playing was always the best way. Isabelle considered playing with some of her dollies that had been neglected for a few weekends. 'I do miss them!' Isabelle thought, as she sat down on her padded bum. Dr. Teddy was watching over her dollies, but still, even dolls needed a lot of love and attention. 'Just like me!' Isabelle thought, as she started to pick several up and arrange her dolls. Isabelle hadn't been playing long when she felt herself distracted. No, it wasn't the fact that she was unknowingly wetting her diaper. Something else was on her mind, and Isabelle found herself not wanting to play with the dolls any longer. Not knowing exactly where she was going, Isabelle stood up, the raucous laughter from downstairs having, at that time, made its way up the stairs -"SAM! Stop it - I - oh - ugh....SAM!!!" - Isabelle heard her mom cry playfully, as they made their way down the hall. Isabelle heard her mom's door close, as well as some more giggling, before the noise simmered down a little bit. As it did, Isabelle stopped and found herself standing in front of her desk. Isabelle's eyes settled on something laying in front of her polka dot chair, perfectly in the center of the desk. Her hands slowly made their way to it, picking up the large book, as she held it out in front of herself. ISABELLE'S ART It stood prominently in front of her. 'Lola got this for me,' Isabelle thought. 'And I haven't even used it at all! She'll think I hate it!' Isabelle was genuinely worried, getting lost in her thoughts of what Lola would think of her if Isabelle hadn't used her gift. Fortunately, her mom and Sam's decision to start moving furniture around Jane's room - 'what an odd thing to do in the morning' - snapped her out of her daze. 'The solution is simple; I'll make a drawing and show it to her tonight!" Isabelle climbed up into her chair, and opened her book to the first, clean, crisp page. The pages in the drawing pad were thicker, and of much better quality that Isabelle was used to. Isabelle lowered her palm to the page, feeling the thick paper underhand. It was a page that had endless opportunity. "But what should I draw? Isabelle asked herself, It was so obvious. "I'll draw a picture of me and Lola!" Isabelle opened her box of crayons, and went right to work on her artistic endeavor. First, Isabelle started by drawing herself, taking the bright pink crayon. Isabelle decided that she would draw herself in her ballet outfit, starting with a pink tutu, and working her way up to create a body wearing a leotard. Isabelle set down her pink crayon, to pick of a silver one, and put lots of sparkles on her leotard. "Perfect!" Isabelle continued working, drawing an angelic toddler's head with a yellow crayon. Isabelle picked up her red crayon, and filled the face in with rosy cheeks and an impish grin. Isabelle set her crayon down, picking up a green one to draw crude, yet cute eyes, that somehow seemed to reflect the sparkle of curiosity she carried with her everyday. Isabelle picked up the yellow crayon again, and draw two long pigtails coming off either end of the head, curving toward the end. Finally, Isabelle drew the most important part; her ballet slippers. Isabelle took all manner of crayons to draw them, using every color imaginable. "Something so fantastic like my slippers deserves all the rainbow colors!" Isabelle declared aloud, as she went about empowering the slippers with each stroke of another crayon. Isabelle finished them off with a vibrant pink crayon, and it was done. Isabelle, the little ballerina princess, was on paper. "Lola is going to love it so far." Beside herself, Isabelle began to sketch Lola. Isabelle admired her endlessly, and she wanted to capture every detail that made Lola special. She drew Lola's long, wavy, dark that cascaded like a waterfall of ebony silk. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, held a twinkle of laughter and love. Isabelle picked up her red crayon, painting Lola's thick, ruby lips on the page in a big smile. Lola starred back at her with love as Isabelle continued to draw, doing her best to capture Lola's nose and ears. As Isabelle colored Lola's clothes, she chose shades of lavender and purple, Lola's favorite colors. The crayon strokes were filled with love and admiration, for Lola was not just a friend - she was her sister. Isabelle's mind returned to the day prior when she had attended Lola's dance practice. Isabelle had been thinking about it a lot, but hadn't really had time to process. But Lola's words were fresh in her mind, playing over and over again - 'That's just my baby sister." Baby sister. Sister. Sister was all Isabelle had heard. "That's my baby sister" Her's. Lola's. And Lola was right. Isabelle was Lola's. 'And Lola is mine too. My - my.. ...my big sister.' Isabelle knew it was true. In the last week alone, Lola had taken such good care of her. Isabelle was so proud to have her as a sister, as she finished coloring Lola's purple shoes on her feet. But It hadn't just been the last week. Lola has always been special. And now she was just special in an even more special way. Isabelle lifted her drawing up, feeling a sense of accomplishment. It was a beautiful drawing to christen her new drawing pad with. But still. 'It doesn't feel complete. Its missing.... ...Mommy and Sam.' Isabelle knew what she needed to do. Isabelle picked up a vibrant blue crayon, and began to sketch her mom. "I'll draw mommy like this morning," Isabelle decided, drawing a big, baggy blue shirt as her mom's body, which hung just above her knees. Isabelle made sure to give the shirt buttons, leaving the same ones undone that her mom had not buttoned up over breakfast. Isabelle made sure to give her mom two boobies underneath her shirt - 'I know she has those!' - before picking up a nude crayon, and starting to draw her mom's legs. Isabelle took special care to draw all of her mom's toes so that no one would be confused that she didn't have pants on! Once her mom's leg's were completed, Isabelle took the yellow crayon to draw her mom's head and hair, before finishing her face off with a big smile. 'Perfect too!' Isabelle thought. 'But it needs D- Sam too,' Isabelle finished her thought, embarrassed where it had been headed. Isabelle got to working on Sam, placing him directly next to her mom. Isabelle started with Sam's head, drawing Sam's strong, kind face, and Isabelle used a sturdy brown crayon to depict his warm smile. Isabelle took a green crayon to draw Sam's body, making sure to add a pair of loving, protective arms that reached out to embrace her mom. Isabelle then took a blue crayon to draw Sam's jeans, before setting it down and picking up a black crayon to draw his shoes. 'He doesn't need toes like mommy,' Isabelle decided, as she looked over her drawing. "One more thing," Isabelle said, as she picked up her pink crayon. Isabelle wanted to add a finishing touch, as she started to draw big, pink hearts all over the page, filling in the area around the four of them. Not an inch of the page went unaddressed, and by the end of Isabelle's task, she dropped her crayon, exhausted, her page filled with hears. Filled with her new family. "Isabelle sweetie," Isabelle heard her mom call her from the door. "Come to mommy. Let's get you down for a nap." Isabelle nodded, hopping off her chair and making her way over to her mom. Isabelle thought her mom was looking a little more disheveled than she had earlier that morning. "Mommy you're sweaty," Isabelle pointed out, as her mom went crimson at the remark, letting a snorty laugh out, as she stood in the blue button down shirt. 'But she was rearranging furniture, so it makes sense!' "Thanks, Sweetie. Thanks very much for pointing that out." Isabelle smiled, but she was feeling tired, and let loose a yawn. Isabelle was happy as her mom lifted her up, and set her down in her crib. "Have a good nap sweetie," Jane said, before pushing Isabelle's pacifier into her mouth, and turning to shut the lights. A good nap indeed. ********************** "Isabelle. Let's go I said." Isabelle heard her mom summoning her downstairs. But she was having too much fun playing with her dolls again. 'Mom can wait. Teddy cannot,' Isabelle decided, as she pushed her mom's stern voice out of her mind. Sam had left while Isabelle was napping. After a desperately needed diaper change, Isabelle was placed into her high chair and fed a delicious lunch. AS she ate, Jane moved around the house to get both her and Isabelle's costumes ready so that they could get dressed at Sam's later. In an abundance of caution, Jane also packed two overnight bags; one for her, and one for Isabelle. 'I hope I'm not being presumptuous,' Jane thought to herself, as she stuffed three extra sets of clothes for Isabelle, just in case she had a leaky accident or something. Jane felt silly as she pushed the thought away. Things had never been better with Sam, and quite frankly, Jane had come to expect to spend most weekend nights with him, either at her own house or Sam's. It seemed the the early weekend morning where Sam would sneak out of the house before Isabelle woke up to keep the relationship, or at least the extent of it, were long gone. Jane was starting to wish it didn't have to just be weekends. 'My bed is starting to feel very empty without him.' "Oops!" Jane said aloud, before leaving the kitchen and heading back up toward Isabelle's room. 'Almost forgot Rabbity,' Jane said, picking the stuffed rabbit out of Isabelle's crib. 'That would have been a disaster I didn't need,' Jane thought, as she turned, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. 'And we really do need to get a proper crib for Sam's place,' Jane thought, before she laughed to herself. "Now that's presumptuous!' After cleaning Isabelle's face up, Jane instructed her that she had an hour or so to go and play before they would be leaving. Isabelle nodded, but time wasn't really her concern - 'that's a mommy problem,' Isabelle reminded herself. Isabelle had greater concerns. "Teddy needs to give all my dollies medicine," Isabelle had explained, as she imagined the dollhouse, and it's occupants, had been subject to a strange atmospheric pressure zone. Isabelle laid her dolls out in front of her, with Dr. Teddy in front. "Wait here everyone. I know what we need!" Isabelle stood up, and made her way to the hall bathroom, fortunately finding that it was ajar. Isabelle searched around for what she wanted, opening the drawers she could reach, but it was to no avail. 'I guess I'll just take it from here,' Isabelle decided. Isabelle proceeded to wrap her little fingers around the toilet paper roll next to the toilet, and gently pull it. "This will work." Isabelle didn't consider tearing the toilet paper. Instead, she simply pulled it alongside her, out through the open bathroom door, lucky not to snag it on anything. Isabelle continued to pull the toilet paper with her into her room, the long trail of paper stretching all the way back to the bathroom, through the hall, now into her room, before settling it down next to her dolls "Dr. Teddy says all dollies need to wear diapees too!" Isabelle proclaimed, as she made her way over to her desk, and pulled down her last tool; a glue stick. Isabelle returned to her dolls, falling onto her squishy bottom. "Dr. Teddy - time to apply the diapers!" One by one, Isabelle pulled a doll out of line. Isabelle tore a single piece of toilet paper from the roll, laying the doll down on the toilet paper piece so that it was around the doll's crotch. Doing her best job to recall how her mommy put her diapers on, Isabelle opened the glue stick, placed a little on the front of her doll, before rolling the doll up like a burrito in it, sealing each one in the makeshift - and what would have been rather ineffective - diapers. Isabelle was halfway through her game when Jane grew fed up of waiting. "ISABELLE!" Jane called, before huffing up the stairs, "I thought you WANTED to go see Lola," Jane remarked, exasperated that her daughter was not listening. When Jane reached the top of the stairs, she knew there would be an issue. Jane looked, left to right, seeing the roll of toilet paper dragged out from the bathroom to Isabelle's room. 'Oh god.' Every parent has known that feeling. "Isabelle," Jane said, now quickening her pace. "What are you doing with the toilet paper. Why are you making a -" Jane stopped her sentence short, as she emerged in Isabelle's doorway. In front of her, her daughter was sitting on the floor, her legs spread apart as she played with something in front of her. Jane watched as Isabelle turned, and spotted the glue stick immediately. Jane could see Isabelle's hands were covered in glue and toilet paper, a big smile on her face as she proudly declared what she had been doing. "Mommy look! All my dollies have diapers too!" Jane was starting to feel angry. She rarely had to discipline Isabelle - she was such a good girl. But Isabelle knew better. "Isabelle! You know you aren't allowed to play with glue without mommy here. Look at this mess! We're already late sweetie. And your hands! Oh god.......Just - just stay there for a second okay?" Jane did her best to keep cool, but she knew that she had upset Isabelle. Isabelle knew she had broken the rules too. 'But.....I forgot about the glue rule...' Isabelle thought to herself, as she began to cry loudly, tears streaking down her cheeks. Jane emerged from the bathroom, where she had torn the toilet paper loose, collecting it along the way. "Come here sweetie. There's no need to cry, Come to mommy. Let's wash your hands. We really need to get going." 'But there is a need to cry,' Isabelle thought. And cry Isabelle did. Isabelle cried as Jane lifted her up to the bathroom sink to wash her hands in the warm water. Isabelle cried as Jane helped her get her shoes on. Isabelle cried louder as Jane buckled Isabelle into her car seat. Isabelle cried as Jane loaded the trunk with their costumes, overnight bag, and a cooler. Isabelle cried through the pacifier that Jane put in her mouth before backing the car up. And Isabelle cried the whole way over to Lola's house, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and silly for not being a good listener. Isabelle cried so much for so long, that she cried herself right to sleep.

Well, the robots are replacing us! That sounds pretty good. I hope you were able to program a soothing voice to read it like a bedtime story too! Bet you could retire on sales of that program just on sales to accounts on this site 🤣. Glad you are working to catch up, I missed your input the last several chapters. The Lola weekend remains my personal favorite part of the story. I don't think it will be beat for me. Missed my editor greatly! Thanks for catching that And thanks for continuing to support. Perhaps. Younger or less mature. She certainly has been moving backward, losing more independence, control, and development, but at a much, much slower rate than she was. But at least she can dance, right? 🙃 You know, with every other regression, I had a PRECISE age in my mind that Isabelle was at. It was easier when I had her in grade school, because you're either one age or another. But even when Isabelle moved to preschool the first time, I had an exact age in my mind that she was at. With this last one, it was the first time I felt I couldn't pinpoint it. It's possible she didn't get younger at all, but simply less developmentally advanced. It's possible she did get younger. I think each reader can decide for themselves, including myself. I don't know where I land on it. Thanks. When I started, I didn't think I would include any breastfeeding. Then when I started to consider it, I didn't want it to be gratuitous. Maybe some will feel it was (and will be). That's okay. But at it's core, I wanted my story to be about the bond between a mother and daughter, and certainly that aspect of the dynamic can be critical to a parent and child's bond. I tried to focus as much on the act as what it meant for Isabelle and Jane. I appreciate the positive reception to it from at least one reader . I was really nervous about writing that section of the chapter.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 58 The morning was sweet. It was the only word that could capture the day as the sun's gentle rays tiptoed through the curtains of Isabelle's room, painting her room in the crisp, golden light of the autumn day. The morning air was fresh, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of a new day to Isabelle's flickering nostrils. The horizon, previously shrouded in the deepest blues and purples, had slowly transformed over the last hour to a bright orange, wisps of pink, and gold in the sky. Outside, the cool breeze whispered through the colorful trees, rustling the changing leaves that did their best to cling to their branches for just a few more weeks, not ready to join their brothers and sisters who had created a quilt of colors beneath their boughs. As the world came alive, so did Isabelle. With a wide yawn and a stretch that reached to the far corners of her crib, Isabelle greeted the day with a sleepy smile. Isabelle was surprised as her mouth opened, realizing that something had fallen out as she yawned. Isabelle blinked, and looked directly in front of her, where a large pacifier had tumbled out of her mouth. 'Where.......where did that come from?' Isabelle wondered. 'I don't remember sleeping with a paci.....' But Isabelle felt herself missing it, felt like her mouth was too empty. Isabelle quickly returned it to her mouth, content to suckle at the nipple and feeling better again. Isabelle lifted her head, and reached her arms out to search for Rabbity, clutching her bunny against her body. Isabelle rolled her body to her right, so that she was facing her dollhouse and changing table, staples of her room that she could no longer envision not being where they were. With her free left hand, Isabelle wrapped her fingers around one of the bars to her crib, using it to balance herself as she stood up against the heavy weight of her soggy diaper. Isabelle rubbed her eyes as the room came into focus; her room, where she felt safe and sound. Today, like everyday, was another special day for Isabelle—a day filled with excitement and adventure. Soon, she would be in her mom's embrace, her scent, her warmth fueling Isabelle's morning. Then, Isabelle would get to go to daycare, where she would spend her day with her friends, playing, laughing, and learning. 'After that? Who knows? And more importantly, who cares?" It was all going to be fine, Isabelle assured herself. 'Better than fine. Perfect.' Just as she was finishing her thought, Isabelle's attention was directed toward her bedroom door creaking open. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she saw her mom step into the empty space that her door once occupied. Jane was smiling at Isabelle, her joy, her little daughter And Isabelle was smiling back. Isabelle didn't reflect on it often, it being her mom and all, but Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful her mom looked in the morning light. Even as Jane greeted Isabelle and made her way toward her, Isabelle didn't hear what her mom was saying. Instead, Isabelle was focused on her mom's fading blonde hair, gently curling at the end on her shoulders. Isabelle was looking into her mom's brown eyes, catching glimpses of the green in their centers as the light caught them at the right angle. Isabelle was distracted by her mom's figure, her hips shifting under her mom's short, black nightie with each step she took. Isabelle smiled underneath her pacifier as her mom picked Isabelle up and our of her crib, holding her close in the nook of her mom's neck. Isabelle shut her eyes and was dazed by her mom's scent once more, inhaling deeply through her nose as it found it's way into her mom's clavicle, drool from underneath Isabelle's pacifier dripping down against her mom's bare skin. Isabelle felt comfort as she squeezed her legs around her mom, feeling her mom's hand secure Isabelle under her wet diaper. And then Isabelle heard her mom's voice. "Good morning my sweet baby!" And Isabelle melted further into her mom, continuing to nurse at her pacifier, and nuzzling her face into her mom's neck. "Oh my! Someone is feeling very affectionate this morning,' Jane replied pressing her lips against her daughter's golden hair. "Is someone excited to get their day started?" Jane asked rhetorically, as she carried Isabelle around her crib. Isabelle nodded into her mom, not yet ready to open her eyes again, as she waited to be set down on her changing table. Isabelle's morning change was a routine Isabelle had not just gotten used to, but relished. Isabelle looked forward to her mom's touch as she removed her soiled diapers. Isabelle looked forward to the intimacy that existed between just the two of them, as Isabelle starred up at her mom' relinquishing all control to her. Isabelle looked forward to the mixture of scent between her diapers, wipes, lotion and powder, as they wafted through the air. And Isabelle looked forward to being put into a fresh diaper to start her day, knowing that at some point, her mom would be there to change it once more. It was one of the best parts of her day. .... But for some reason, it didn't seem to be happening that morning. Isabelle began to feel a slight sense of anxiety that it was taking so long to be laid down on her changing table. Isabelle's eyes widened, concerned that her mom might have forgotten to change her. 'And I may be right!' Isabelle confirmed for herself, as she lifted her head over her mom's shoulder, spotting her changing table in the distance. Rather than approaching her changing table though, her mom seemed to be carrying Isabelle further away. 'Wha...... Wha..........Where is mommy taking me?' Isabelle wondered. Isabelle began to fidget and whine, her anxiety growing into a slight panic. "Mmmmmmmphmmmmmph" Isabelle whining only had the effect of causing her mom to lightly pat her back, before settling her hand on Isabelle's back and running it gently counterclockwise. Isabelle felt her stomach begin to churn, as she felt her mom continue to move further from the changing table, toward the far corner of her room where her pile of stuffed animals were. Isabelle was about to turn her head to see where her mom was taking her when her mom suddenly turned for her, altering Isabelle's point of view so that she was now starring into the back corner of her room. Isabelle had only a moment before her perspective was changed again. But it was enough time for Isabelle to see her pile of stuffed animals still there, even if they were shifted further back against the wall. It was another object, however, that stood out to Isabelle. This one foreign to her room. Isabelle felt as her mom lowered herself, and Isabelle together, into the foreign object, which began to slowly sway back and forth. Isabelle was startled by the motion, and instinctively whined again from behind her pacifier, this time louder than the first. "MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHMMMMMPHHH" But it was nothing to be frightened of in the end. It was simply a rocking chair. "Shhhh, Shhhh, Shhhh, I know sweetie. Mommy knows." Isabelle heard her mom coo, as she shifted Isabelle on to her lap. Isabelle felt as her diaper squished against her mom's leg's the soft silk of her mom's nightie caressing her neck. Isabelle was glad to be starring up at her mom, and have her mom starring back down at her. Isabelle's concern, however, was simple: she didn't understand why this exact moment wasn't being done on her changing table. 'Why are we here instead?' Isabelle couldn't help but voice her confusion once more, whining again, though far more calmly and quietly than she had before from behind her pacifier. "mmmphmmmph" "Shhhhhhshhh. Mommy knows you're hungry. Give me one second Belly," Jane repeated, settling further into the rocking chair as she held Isabelle firmly with her right arm. Isabelle had managed to calm herself down at that point, but what happened next was simply unexpected. Had you given Isabelle a hundred guesses, she would not have been able to correctly guess what happened next. But happen it did. As Jane continued to warmly smile down at Isabelle, Isabelle tracked her mom's left arm as it moved across her body toward Isabelle, and up to the spaghetti strap on her mom's right shoulder. Isabelle watched, as though it was in slow motion, as her mom shifted the strap holding up the black nightie off of her right shoulder above Isabelle's head. Isabelle's eyes grew, grew, and grew some more as the strap moved closer, closer, and closer to the edge of her mom's shoulder. Until it slipped off. Jane didn't stop there, however. Isabelle watched as her mommy worked the once stable strap down over and around her elbow. Isabelle's eyes grew even larger. Still, Isabelle was oblivious as to what was happening. It was simply the shock of the situation. Isabelle's eyes darted back to her mom's face, as though she expected her mom to be surprised as to what was happening. But Jane was still smiling down at Isabelle. 'Despite...whatever the heck she's doing....it's still so comforting to just stare back at her.' Isabelle's eyes moved back toward her mom's right shoulder though, just in time to watch as her mom pulled her arm loose from the strap. And suddenly, Isabelle knew what would happen next. Yet it was still a shock as it did. Isabelle watched as the right side of her mom's nightie fell loose, revealing... 'Oh my god!' It was all Isabelle could think at first. "Mom's boob is....is....is...HUGE!' Isabelle was startled at the mere sight of it, causing her to whimper unexpectedly, releasing some pee into her diaper. 'Has...it.......it always been that big?' Isabelle wondered, unsure what else she should be thinking of in that moment. Isabelle's eyes returned to her mom's face, as though to warn her mom that her top had fallen off. But Jane was still just smiling at Isabelle. "Shhhh sweetie. Here you go," Jane said, as she pulled Isabelle's pacifier out from her mouth, placing it down at her side, before returning her free arm to Isabelle and easing her up. Until that moment, Isabelle truly had not considered what might be happening. Until that moment, the best Isabelle could figure out was that her mom simply wanted to rock with Isabelle in the chair. Until that moment, everything that seemed to be happening with her mom's nightie was an accident, was unintentional, was just......just............just........ Isabelle's heart began racing, as it seemed she was being lifted glacially toward her mom's large, exposed breast. Isabelle's stomach began to churn, her mind race, as her mom lifted her closer toward the erect nipple pointing toward her. 'Am I really about to do......THIS?!?!' Isabelle could hardly fathom what was happening. The diapers? 'Okay, I got used to those.' The crib? 'Fine, it wasn't so bad. It was...safe.' The car seat? The stroller? Even the high chair? 'All those were manageable...they were......they weren't.........well they weren't this!' Isabelle's mind was digesting, fighting, debating, all of it as her mom continued to lift her, continued to smile down at her. Isabelle's eyes grew even larger, as she watched a bead of liquid seemed to form at the very edge of her mom's nipple, desperate, longing to fall free. Isabelle knew if she was going to act, she would need to act fast. 'To decide. To figure this out. To......To.....To.....' Whether it was her mom, her own body, or anything else, Isabelle never got to decide. Or maybe she did after all. All Isabelle knew for certain was what happened next. Isabelle felt her cheek gently make contact with her mom's warm, soft breast, as Jane lifted Isabelle up just once more. Isbaelle felt her face melt into her mom's flesh, the soft skin, inviting. Isabelle nuzzled her cheek against it, as she shut her eyes, wanting nothing more than for her mom to hold her firmly in that place forever. Isabelle felt as her mom shifted ever so slightly, her nipple brushing over her Isabelle's upper lip, tracing it from left to right, before doing the same on her bottom lip. Isabelle felt as she wonderingly, willingly, and wantingly parted her lips to welcome the nipple into the warmth of her mouth. Isabelle felt as her lips widened, opening up to accept more of her mother's breast into her mouth. engulfing her every sense. Isabelle felt as her tongue delicately, delightfully, and then deliciously played with the nipple in her mouth, at it began to release the sweetest nectar Isabelle had ever tested, drop by drop, onto the buds of her tongue. It was all Isabelle could handle, as she became feverish for more. Instinct took over, and Isabelle no longer questioned what she ought to do. There was no more fighting or debating; there was only digesting, and not in the same way she had before. Isabelle suckled deeply at her mom's breast, wave after wave of milk flowing into her mouth and down her throat. Isabelle couldn't get enough of it, as her mom held her head in place, rocking slowly, back and forth, in her chair. She wanted more. Needed more. "Easy there sweetie....shhhhhh..........there is plenty for you...shhhhhhh slow sweetie....slow...." Isabelle heard her mom say delicately, and responded in turn, getting into a steadier rhythm as she felt the warmth of her mom's breast and body around her. Isabelle suckled and suckled, until the flow seemed to slow. Just as she was about to work harder, she felt an object interfere; her mom's finger breaking the seal Isabelle had formed around her mom's nipple. Isabelle felt herself pulled away, spoting the wet, round saliva mark Isabelle had left behind. 'More,' Isabelle thought, whining again. 'I need......Want....Want more. Isabelle didn't have to wait long, as she watched her mom repeat the process she had earlier, this time freeing her left arm from its strap, letting her nightie simply fall off her breasts entirely. Isabelle didn't hesitate this time, practically lunging for her mom's newly freed nipple, and resuming the rhythm she had gotten into the first time around. "What a good eater you're being this morning! And here mommy thought you were ready to wean down to nighttime feedings only! Maybe we'll have to wait on that for now....." Isabelle heard her mom say, though in reality, she wasn't listening to any of it. All she knew was the milk and her mother's touch, as Jane stroked Isabelle's hair as she fed. Isabelle opened her eyes as she was nursing, to find that her mommy was starring right back down at her, the smile never having left her face. Isabelle never wanted to let go of that moment. She had never felt closer to her mom. It wasn't about the milk, though it was delicious. It wasn't about the contact, though it was warm and soft. It wasn't about her mom's smile, though it was perfect. It was a bonding moment that couldn't be put into words, so Isabelle didn't bother trying. Isabelle just starred back at her mom until she emptied her second breast, vulnerable, happy, perfect. "Let's get some solids in your tummy too my love,' Jane said, as she shifted Isabelle on to her shoulder and started patting her back. "And then we can get ready for preschool." **************************************** "How was she today?" Jane held Isabelle up as she spoke with Miss Deena, signing Isabelle out of preschool for the day. "She was good. She's doing a good job working on her letters and numbers. I know you were worried it was a little early to take her out of daycare Jane. But I really do think it was the right decision. She's flourishing. And she's so cute playing with Julia. The two of them are always chasing Becky around, trying to keep up with her!" Jane smiled. It had been a difficult decision to move from daycare to preschool so quick. It was heartening to hear that her teacher felt it was a good one. "Well, she'll be yours for a couple of years then it seems, hopefully not ALL of them in diapers' Jane replied, affirming that she would indeed keep Isabelle there. "This little nugget has a big afternoon and night ahead of her though, Jane said, bouncing Isabelle on her hip. "We'll see you Monday. Have a great weekend." Isabelle felt herself placed into her stroller outside of the classroom, as her mom started pushing her toward the car. "We have to make an exciting stop today sweetie," Jane explained, as she turned the stroller around and backed out of the door to the preschool. "Lola needs a lift home from school today. If we're lucky, we may even catch the end of her ballet practice." Isabelle giggled and clapped as her mom lifted her out of the stroller, and placed her into her car seat. Jane buckled Isabelle in, and handed her a bottle filled with apple juice, before closing the door. Isabelle immediately put the bottle's nipple to her mouth, mimicking the motions she had used that morning on her mom's breasts to get the juice out. Isabelle barely felt as the car started moving toward the high school. Just as Isabelle began sucking air out of her bottle, she again found herself being unbuckled from her car seat. Isabelle felt as her mom slipped a finger into the front of her diaper, unconcerned for whatever she might be checking for. "Wet, but I think you can hold on until we're home," Jane said, speaking to herself, as she lifted Isabelle, and re-buckled her into her stroller. Isabelle observed the world around her as her mom pushed her toward the front entrance of the high school. The campus was quiet, classes still in session. But even empty as they were, the school felt familiar, yet entirely foreign to Isabelle. As Jane backed the stroller in through the front door, it hardly occurred to Isabelle that it had only been a few months since she had been walking through those same doors on her own two feet. Jane pushed the stroller through the main hall slowly, unsure of where she was supposed to go. 'I've never been in here before,' Jane noted for herself. Yet, Jane was feeling much the same as Isabelle, only the opposite. The school felt foreign, yet entirely familiar to Jane. 'For some reason.....I think this way?' Jane thought to herself, making a right turn at the first hallway and proceeding with an inexplicable confidence toward the dance auditorium. Jane weaved her way through the complex school feeling lost, yet at the same time confident about where she was going. As she rounded a final turn, Jane couldn't help but exclaim. "There you go! Knew I would find it!" And she did know. Jane just wasn't sure why she knew. Isabelle watched as her mom pushed her toward two massive auditorium doors. Just before they reached them. however, her mom stopped the stroller, and bent down next to her. "Sweetie. I need you to promise to be really quiet when were inside, okay? Lola is still practicing, and we have to be quiet so the teachers can do their job. Promise me Isabelle, okay? Or else we are going to have to wait outside!" Isabelle nodded. "I pwomise mommy!" Isabelle really did intend to be good. She wanted nothing more than to watch Lola dance. "Okay sweetie. Here," Jane said, reaching under the stroller into one of the stroller compartments, pulling something out. "Take your paci when we're inside." Jane didn't wait for a response, pushing the pacifier toward Isabelle's opening mouth. Isabelle accepted it without question, and started suckling away contently. As quietly as possible, Jane pried the door open to the auditorium. Jane could hear music, and was certain class was very much still in session. Without opening the door any more than she needed to, Jane quietly backed Isabelle into the auditorium, before silently letting the door close behind her. The auditorium was dark, the only lights on being the small ones up and down the orchestra level seating, and the lights on stage. Jane was grateful the walkways were all carpeted, the stroller moving silently down the rows as Jane pushed it. There were few other people in the audience; maybe a handful of parents and students spectating. Jane pushed the stroller down as far as she was willing, about 12 or so rows up, before kicking the break out and sitting in one of the aisle seats next to Isabelle. "Be very quiet," Jane whispered, as teacher sitting at a table below and in front of the stage paused the music and began barking instructions. The teacher, a woman, was small, but she commanded the room. Jane noticed how the dancers on stage seemed terrified of her, as they responded in unison to her direction. "Yes Ms. Smith." Jane wasn't sure who Miss Smith was, but she didn't want to mess with her. Jane scanned the stage until she spotted Lola, on the far side, near the front. "Look Belly," Jane whispered as the music played, pointing to where Lola was standing. "There's Lola. Do you see her?" Isabelle followed her mom's finger, trying to find Lola, but struggled. The dancers were all moving so fast, and between them her mom's finger moving so quick, Isabelle couldn't keep track. Isabelle shook her head no. "can' see mommy!" Isabelle mumbled, a little too loudly, through her pacifier. 'Shhhhhh baby. Come here," Jane said, silently unbuckling Isabelle, and lifting her daughter up in her arms. "Look where mommy is pointing. Look right there. Lola is right in front of us now." Isabelle followed her mom's finger and this time, luckily found Lola. Isabelle nodded her head as she continued to suck on her pacifier, smiling that she found her friend. 'Lola looks beautiful', Isabelle thought, as she watched her go en pointe and twirl toward the center of stage. Lola's perfectly pinned up black hair shone under the spotlight, as she turned and diverted behind the center stage dancer, who captured Isabelle's attention too. "And look! There's Dani too! Right in the middle sweetie. Do you see her? Do you see her too?" Isabelle heard her mom whisper, as she bounced Isabelle up and down lightly to keep her entertained. Isabelle nodded again. Nodded and suckled. Isabelle watched silently as the dancers moved beautifully through their choreography, her attention planted squarely on Lola or Dani the entire time. It was a masterpiece, Isabelle thought, and the work all the dancers had put in was evident in the production. Isabelle could scarcely believe the show was in such great shape already. Slowly, Isabelle forgot where she was. She was enchanted by the dancing so much so, that she had forgotten her mom's instructions. It wasn't that she was trying to misbehave; she had simply forgotten her promise. So it was, that when the music stopped, and Ms. Smith was preparing to give criticism, that Isabelle interrupted the class. 'YAY LOLA!" Isabelle called out, clapping her hands loudly, as her pacifier fall to the ground. Isabelle thought the performance deserved an applause. Jane couldn't move quickly enough to stop the clapping, or Isabelle practically screaming for Lola. Jane only managed to stop the noise after several loud hand smacks echoed through the auditorium. "Belly! No!" Jane whispered, though the damage had already been done. Jane was mortified as a stern, and angry looking Ms. Smith, turned her attention directly toward Jane, who had gone beet red of embarrassment. Jane was about to utter a desperate apology, when she was cut off. "Sorry, Ms. Smith," Lola could be heard loudly calling from the stage over the laughter of her classmates. Though Ms. Smith was not entertained by the interruption, the twelfth grade students certainly thought Isabelle's antics were a riot. Mis. Smith's gaze diverted from Jane to Lola, waiting for an explanation. "That was just my - " Lola wasn't quite sure how to finish the sentence. Ms. Smith was not one who cared for prolonged explanations generally, let alone familial connections. Or prolonged conversation of any sort. What was Lola supposed to say? 'Sorry, that was my dad's girlfriend's daughter?' Of course not. 'Not to mention it would hardly describe how I feel about Isabelle. And Jane.' Lola knew how she wanted to finish the sentence. 'God I hope this doesn't make Jane uncomfortable," Lola thought, preparing herself. " - that was just my...my..... ....my baby sister, Ms. Smith. She'll be quiet. I promise." Lola announced, the whole auditorium hearing her loud and clear. Jane had been distracted locating and cleaning Isabelle's pacifier when she heard Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith. It caused her to freeze. Isabelle had been starring at Lola, proud of how well she danced, when she heard Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith. It caused her to freeze too. Dani had been starring at Lola from the center of the stage as well, curious what Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith would be. It caused her to freeze as well. Ms. Smith had been starring at Lola from her seat, waiting for an explanation. Ms. Smith seemingly froze as well, for what felt like a full minute, before responding. "See to it. Let's call that a day then." Ms. Smith then closed her notebook, and promptly left the auditorium at the front. Jane, Isabelle, Dani, and Lola each exhaled, each processing a ton of thoughts on their own from the interaction. All of them good. ************************************* Isabelle giggled as she bounced up and down on Sam's lap on the couch in Jess and John's living room. Sam had been pretending that he and Isabelle were on a roller coaster together as John sat on the floor next to Becky, handing her crayons as she colored. Isabelle couldn't stop laughing as she and John ascended the coaster before the big drop Isabelle knew was about to come. After a playful car ride home with Lola, Lola kissed Isabelle goodbye before being replaced in the front seat by Sam. "Lola has her own sleepover tonight sweetie. You'll see her tomorrow. She's going to take you trick or treating." Jane had explained when Isabelle started to cry as Lola left. Isabelle managed to stop short of the worst of it, and it helped when Sam got in the car and started to be silly with her as they drove to Jess's house for Isabelle's sleepover. "Bumpy, bumpy, bumpy bump. Up we go Isabelle," Sam chanted playfully, as the excitement built up in Isabelle's body. In her mind, she wasn't ever even in John's living room - she was really on the coaster, sitting on Sam's lap, having a great time. Sam reached to the side, picking up his cocktail and taking a sip, before setting it back down. "Here. We..........Go!" Sam announced, before wrapping his arms around Isabelle tightly, and bending forward, pretending to zoom down the decline. "LEFT!" Sam called, throwing his body - and Isabelle's - on the couch to the left. "RIGHT!" Sam called out quickly, repeating the process to the other side. Isabelle couldn't help but shout her contentment, screaming joyfully in the house for all to hear. Sam continued the process until the "coaster" came to a stop, and Sam sat back up on the couch. "Thank you for riding the Sam Express. Please exit the ride in an orderly fashion." Sam announced, before picking Isabelle up, and placing her feet down on the carpet in front of her. Isabelle was still giggling when Sam placed her down. She hadn't however, considered how dizzy she was from all the movement on the "coaster." As soon as she took one step forward, Isabelle felt herself lose her balance, spinning and falling onto her cushioned bottom, causing her to laugh even more. 'Again! Again!" Isabelle called out, reaching up for Sam and kicking her legs in the air happily. Sam took another large sip of his drink, before picking Isabelle up, and sitting her on his lap facing him. Isabelle instinctively wrapped her legs around either side of Sam's waist, as he booped her on the nose. "Another time sweetie. Your mommy is coming down any second now, and we don't have time to go on another ride tonight. Soon, I promise! Sam said, reaching out a pinky for Isabelle. Isabelle knew this contract; it was unbreakable. And so she nodded, and gave Sam a pinky back, wrapping them around each other to form an unbreakable deal. "Deal!" Isabelle said, as she flopped the upper half of her body down, hanging upside down between Sam's legs, and starring at whatever cartoon was on the TV. "Eric is all fed," Isabelle heard someone say as they entered the room. It was Mel, of course. Isabelle had been so happy to hear Mel would be babysitting again when her mom told her. When she saw Mel at the door, Isabelle ran up to her and jumped into her arms, giving her a great, big hug "MEL!" The night was sure to be entertaining with Mel in charge. 'Thanks Melanie," John said. "I'll take him up to his mom so she can finish feeding him, and then well be out of your hair." John said, taking Eric from Mel and carrying him toward the stairs. As John was about to go up, Jane started to come down, and so John waited. "Oh good. Jess was just asking for him," Jane said, as she made her way down past John. "And who is it that's been screaming down here all night then?" Jane asked sarcastically, as she leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Sam. "Couldn't have been my Belly, could it have been hun?" Jane asked Sam, continuing to play the joke. "I'm preeettty sure I raised a sweet girl, not an animal!" Jane said, turning to Isabelle and smiling. Isabelle could only giggle. "I'm an ANIMAL mommy! RAWR!" Isabelle called out, releasing her legs and pretending to be a lion. Becky dropped her crayon and decided to play along, pretending her hands were claws and crawling around with Isabelle on the floor, Isabelle's diaper showing prominently through her leggings as she did. 'Oh my! Well lets get all those animal behaviors out, since you both promised to be good girls for Melanie tonight, right?" Isabelle and Becky both stopped their game to nod and confirm they would be good. "Yes Jane," Becky said, as she stood up from playing the silly game and walked around the couch. "Jane! Jane!" Becky repeated, tugging at Jane's shirt, causing it to fall out of place. 'What is it sweetie?" Jane responded patiently, as she backed Becky up and tried to fix her top. "Look Jane!" Becky repeated, before reaching down with her hands and pulling her dress all the way up to her chest. "Look! I'm wearing big girl panties Jane!" Becky announced proudly, showing off her pink, cotton panties for the whole room, and perhaps even neighbors, to see. Jane, Sam, and Mel all laughed, as Mel approached Becky and pulled her dress back down. "We see Becky. But big girls don't pull their dresses up and show their panties to everyone," Mel said, flattening her dress out. "Even if we are all VERY proud of you." It had been a proud moment for Becky. She hadn't had an accident in over a week, and had fulfilled her end of the deal to earn her big girl panties. "I'm sure she will still have an accident here or there," Jess had explained to Jane after drop off that morning. "But I'm glad I'm down to just one in diapers full time." "That's amazing!" Jane had said. "Hopefully she can be a good influence for Isabelle. Belly is always wanting to be more like her. Hopefully, fingers crossed, this is something else she'll want to do." Jane had serious doubts they were close to that, however. Moreover, she wasn't sure she was quite ready for Belly to potty train either. "Okay!" Jess announced, as she descended the stairs with John in tow, carrying Eric. "Let's get going! Becky, come say goodbye to mommy and daddy." Jess announced as her heels hit the ground floor. Sam stood up, picking up his cocktail and finishing it off, before going to the kitchen to set it in the sink. Becky ran over to her mom and dad, giving them each a hug as they bent over to say goodbye. John then handed Eric over to Mel. Isabelle ran over to her mom as well, just as Sam returned from the kitchen. With one free hand, Isabelle reached out to Sam as well, wanting to hug them both goodbye, just like Becky got to. Sam smiled a more meaningful smile than Isabelle could understand, before coming over and hugging Isabelle goodbye as well. "I've got them, don't worry." Mel said confidently. "We know," Jane replied. "I set everything up in Becky's room so that its easy for you to just put her down later," Jane explained, as she stood up from hugging Isabelle. "When your friends come over later, just be sure to lock the door, okay?" Jess reminded Mel. Mel nodded, affirming she understood, and waved goodbye as the four parents left for their double date, closing the door behind them. "Okay girls," Mel said enthusiastically, as she walked over to Eric's bouncer. "Let's get you fed dinner. It's almost 6:45 already. I'm sure you're starving!" Mel announced, as she set Eric down. Isabelle nodded. She was in fact, very hungry. The evening progressed much as Isabelle expected; wonderfully. After adjusting Eric's highchair for Isabelle, Mel hoisted Isabelle into place, locking the tray in front of her. The highchair was a little uncomfortable, and Isabelle felt herself wishing she was in her highchair from Lola's house. After setting down a bowl of tomato soup and grilled cheese for Becky at the table, Mel brought soup over to Isabelle in a smaller plastic bowl, and a grilled cheese that had already been cut up in a grid for her. Isabelle made quite the mess out of dinner, using her hands to dunk her grilled cheese pieces directly into her soup. It was, despite the mess, delicious, and Isabelle was content when Mel brought her another half of cut up sandwich to eat. Though Isabelle had no more soup in her bowl, there was plenty on her tray and face she happily used to dunk her extra half of sandwich in. After dinner, and after a thorough washing of Isabelle's face, Mel carried Isabelle into the living room, and sat her down on the couch. Becky took the opportunity to go to the potty on her own, proudly announcing so to Mel, Isabelle, and Eric. 'That's a big girl!" Mel said, applauding Becky as she returned explaining that she had washed her hands too all by herself. Isabelle clapped as well, as she obliviously released another warm stream of pee into her already soggy diaper. "Okay girls. I am going to put on a movie for you to watch before bed. I need you to be good while I take Eric upstairs and put him to bed, okay?" Isabelle and Becky nodded, as Mel cycled through Getflix until Becky and Isabelle both agreed on a movie about a green dog from New Zealand called "Greenie!" Isabelle hopped off the couch so she could lay on her stomach on the carpet, as Mel disappeared with Eric upstairs. Isabelle and Becky were lost in the fun of the movie, listening to Greenie's silly accent, and laughing at all the curious situations he got himself into. Isabelle let her head rest in her hands, as she planted her elbows into the carpet, and let her feel flail out behind her. It wasn't long before Mel returned, patting Isabelle on the head, before taking a spot next to Becky on the couch, who cuddled up against Mel. About halfway through the movie, Isabelle felt a familiar feeling, and didn't hesitate to resolve it. As Mel texted away on her phone, Isabelle lifted her butt up in the air slightly, her diaper already sagging as she did. Isabelle then gave her bowels a big push, releasing her poopy load into her diaper. Isabelle gave one last push, as her diaper expanded to its limits, and her poop spread out around her, before settling back down, spreading her legs further apart, and shifting to spread her mess around until Isabelle felt comfortable. Isabelle simply didn't think anything else of it, as she continued to watch the movie. But after a few minutes passed, Isabelle felt as something pressed against the bottom of her diaper. Isabelle turned to see Mel pressing her hand against her diaper, before leaning down and giving Isabelle's diaper a few sniffs. Isabelle turned back to watch the movie. But the movie suddenly paused. Before Isabelle could react, she felt Mel's arms lift her up from under her armpits. "Come here you little stinker," Mel said playfully, as Mel set Isabelle down on her feet. "Let's go get you changed. It's already past time for bed anyway. It's almost 8:15." Isabelle was about to object when the three girls were distracted by a knock on the door. "Oh god. Of course. Perfect timing," Mel said, seemingly upset about something. "Come here sweetie," Mel said, picking Isabelle up, and wrapping her arms underneath Isabelle diaper, squelching the Mel further against her bottom. 'You too Becky, come with me," Mel said, offering Becky a hand as she walked alongside Mel toward the front door. Isabelle wasn't sure who was at the door, but she didn't want to see anyone. Isabelle did her best to hide her face in Mel's neck, as she heard Mel unlock the door, coupled by some familiar voices she hadn't heard in some time. "Hey Mel!" Ras, called, as she stepped into the house, before continuing. "Oh my god who are THESE cuties!" Ras said, bending down to greet Becky, who seemingly was as nervous as Isabelle, and retreated behind Mel's legs for safety. "They are ADORABLE Mel," Isabelle heard a voice she knew belonged to Natalie add. Isabelle decided to peek out from Mel's neck, just enough to confirm it was, in fact, her old middle school friends that had arrived. "Oh don't worry about them," Mel explained, as Ras backed off sensing their apprehension. "It's past their bedtime, and this took the opportunity to wait until this precise moment to make something not so cute in her diaper for me," Mel added, shifting Isabelle up on her hip and caking the mess in her diaper around more. "Why don't you go get the show set up in the basement," Mel suggested to her friends. "I'll be down in a minute. And can you grab the baby monitor over there? I have a third one upstairs too," Mel asked. as she watched Natalie grab it, and her friends headed down to the basement. "Alright girls. Let's go upstairs. Becky, are you still going to be my helper for this change?" Mel asked. Becky was standing next to Mel, looking up at her babysitter's eyes with pride that she was being asked to help. "Yes! Of course!" Becky replied. Becky was confident she would be the best helper Mel had every known, in fact. "Great. Let's head up. But you have to be really quiet in Eric's room sweetie. He's sleeping." Isabelle watched as Becky led the charge up the stairs, Mel in tow. With each step, Isabelle felt the mess in her diaper swish around more and more, until they reached Eric's room, Becky opening it ahead of them "Why don't you go get that stool over there so you can reach up here too and help me out." Isabelle heard Mel whisper to Becky, pointing at a nearby stool in Eric's bedroom. The wooden stool had Eri's name on it, in colorful, removable wooden blocks that spelled out his name. 'That kind of looks fun' Isabelle thought, wondering if her mom might get her one. Becky went and collected the stool, carrying it over to the changing table, before climbing on to. Isabelle was shocked at how tall Becky looked as Mel laid her down on the changing table. "Belly, stop squirming please," Mel whispered, as she took a nearby pacifier and pushed it into Isabelle's mouth, who suckled at it happily. "First," Mel whispered to Becky, "we need to take this stinky diaper off. Lucky for us, diapers have nice tear-able sides, so we just rip here," Mel said, as she ripped the far side of the diaper, "and here," as she repeated the process on the near side. Mel then opened the diaper up, making an exaggerated blocking of her nose. "PEEE-YEWWW Belly! What a big poopy you made!" Isabelle only giggled in response. "So next, were going to get some wipes. You can see how Belly squished her poopy around everywhere, so we're going to need quite a few. Can you open that package over there Becky, and hand me some wipes? Pull them out careful!" Becky nodded and reached under the table to the first shelf where Mel had gestured, pulling the whole wipe package out, and setting it at the end of the changing table. As soon as Becky opened it up, the room was filled with their scent, and Isabelle felt her whole body relax. "These smell like a baby," Becky whispered, as she pulled wipes out of the package and handed them to Mel. "Thanks! And yes they do! We have to clean this stinky girl up, and when were done, we put the wipes right here, in her dirty diaper, so we can throw them out nice an easy. I need a few more wipes here Belly......More please.......Yup even more" Mel said, as she took Isabelle's legs in one hand and pushed them back over Isabelle's head, revealing where Isabelle had caked the poop on her own underside. Becky complied happily, handing Mel scores of wipes by the end of it. "Phew. Okay. Now we have to wrap this all up," Mel said, as she rolled the diaper up. "I'll take care of this part," Mel added, as she went over to the Diaper Djinn to dispose of the diaper. "Now we need a fresh diaper," Mel said. "Can you get me one from that shelf there?" Mel asked, pointing to a lower shelf. Becky nodded, and squatted down to grab Isabelle a fresh diaper. As she did, however, Becky couldn't help but notice that she had to use the toilet herself. Becky stopped, and stood up, turning to Mel. "Mel, I need to go potty. Can I go and come back after?" Mel turned to Becky, proud that she maturely shared her needs. "No worries sweetie I am really proud of your for noticing in time. Why don't you go potty, and brush your teeth and get your PJs on, and I'll finish up here and meet you in your room. Okay?" Becky nodded. She didn't want to have an accident in her big girl panties, and so quietly descended from her stool, leaving Mel to finish the job. "Here we go cutie, just the two of us now" Mel said, as she opened the diaper up, stretching it out, before sliding it under Isabelle's butt. "Butt up sweetie, Mel said. It was hardly the first night diaper she had put on, but Mel was surprised at the size of this one. It wasn't too big for Isabelle. It was just incredibly thick. Mel chuckled at the bulk between Isabelle's legs as she powdered Isabelle's crotch, and taped the diaper shut. "All done sweetie," Mel said, as she pumped hand sanitizer into her own hands, before picking Isabelle up and carrying her out of the room quietly, leaving the pacifier in Isabelle's mouth. "You'll be okay in just your t-shirt and diaper tonight sweetie, until your mommy comes to get you later," Mel explained as she carried Isabelle into Becky's room. Isabelle was a little surprised to see that the extra bed from underneath Becky's bed had not been pulled out and made for her. Instead, Isabelle saw a sort of make-shift crib. It looked softer and a little less permanent than the one in her room. Isabelle's eyes were curious as Mel set her down into the crib, finding that the mattress was still incredibly soft. "Your mommy set up this nice pack and play for you sweetie, see? Rabbity is even already here!" Mel explained happily, handing Isabelle her stuffie. Isabelle found herself laying down as Mel pulled a warm blanket over her head, suckling away at her pacifier. Isabelle never saw Becky come to bed; she fell asleep within seconds. ********************** "............................................Shhhhh...........................my baby.................................." ".......................................good.....................................before bed............................." "Thanks Mel. Sorry.......................................................................again...............safe." "...................................pleasure...............................................precious......................" ".................John..............................................and your frineds home.........................." Isabelle felt herself being picked up, but didn't bother to open her eyes. She was simply too tired. "Let's go Sam.................................home............................................fed.............bed." ".............................to me.................................................goodnight guys.....again soon."

Thanks so much! We are, sadly, approaching the end it would seem! So happy you've stayed along for the journey. Isn't it just a darn shame when that happens? 🤣 Next chapter should be posted today, so I guess you'll find out soon! I am glad as well. It was unfortunate. I wanted to spend the time on the end that I felt the story deserved, and it was hard to get enough time and attention in. Hope your hiatus is productive and well spent, if it indeed needs to happen! Hope you're around for the end of the story to come. First, I hope all is well and nothing too serious. I hope your recovery goes well. Second, I was missing you! I thought you might have grown out of the story, which would be fine. But I won't deny that I am thrilled you are still here for the ride. Seems you have quite a few more chapters to enjoy, and I certainly hope you do!