Gummybear

Mission Improbable (Part 8 of 13) When Tracy woke up, she felt a little like she was cuddling an octopus. Not in a cold and clammy way, but there were limbs everywhere. There were arms wrapped around her from both directions, a warm breath tickling her neck and soft, bunched-up cotton against her face. Tracy opened her eyes. The morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the bed and the three naked bodies on it. Well, one naked and two almost naked bodies. Kat's tank top had slid up and she had managed to get one of her arms out of it, exposing half her chest. Tracy smiled and reached down to check her diaper. Still dry. She tried to wriggle out from between Kat and Cory. "Don't," Cory murmured from behind Tracy's back. She slid closer to pin Tracy in place. "Hmm?" Kat opened her eyes. She pulled her tank top away from her face and looked down at Tracy. "G'morning," she said sleepily. "Hey," Tracy replied, suddenly feeling very awkward lying between the two women. Kat noticed how high up her top was and grinned mischievously. "Aww, did my little baby want some breakfast?" Tracy blushed furiously as Cory chuckled behind her back. "Be nice babe," Cory said and brushed the hair out of Tracy's face. "You don't always have to try to embarrass people you know." Tracy wasn't quite sure how she felt about Cory defending her like that. I felt nice to have an ally against Kat, but on the other hand, she did kind of like it when Kat babied her. Up to a point, at least, and as long as it was in private. "I'm sorry sweetie." Kat kissed Tracy's forehead. Then she reached over her to run her fingers through Cory's hair. "So, did the two of you sleep well?" "Like a log." Cory reached over Tracy to grab Kat's butt. "But next time we do this, we do it at my place. My bed is bigger." "Mmmm, now you're just giving me ideas." Kat smiled. Cory moved her hand from Kat's butt to Tracy's hip, letting it rest on the plastic of her diaper. Do you two want some time alone to... you know, handle things?" Kat looked down at Tracy again. "Well Häschen? Do you need to be changed?" "Kaaat," Tracy whined, her cheeks reddening again at how straight-forward Kat was being about her using diapers. "Oh come on. You've been lying between us wearing nothing but a diaper the whole night." Kat leaned closer and whispered theatrically: "I think Cory may have noticed it." "No, I'm still dry," Tracy mumbled into Kat's chest where she'd buried her pink face. "Well, I have work in a little while, so I have to get going anyway." Cory sat up and half crawled, half slid off the bed. Standing naked in the stripy morning light, she stretched and sighed softly, looking like something out of a soft-core porno movie. Then she cracked her neck, immediately ruining that mental image. Tracy watched her before looking back at Kat. "Kat, you're drooling," she said, amused that Kat actually reached up to the corner of her mouth. Cory laughed. She leaned down and gave Tracy a kiss on the cheek, then she gave Kat a significantly longer kiss on the lips. Tracy couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy at that kiss, although she wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to be the one to kiss Kat like that, or if she also wanted a kiss like that. Before Tracy could make up her mind, however, Cory had left the room. While Cory got dressed in the living room, Kat played with Tracy's hair. "So..." she said when they heard the front door close, "are you still OK with this?" Tracy thought about it a little while before she spoke. "I didn't expect her to be so..." She paused. "Unbelievably hot?" Kat suggested. "Yeah, that too," Tracy admitted. "But I was going to say 'nice'." "Aww, I just knew you'd like your new auntie." "Kat." Tracy rolled her eyes. "Oh stop that. You can let mommy have a little fun with her little bunny." Kat pulled Tracy closer and nuzzled her neck. "Mmm-kay," Tracy murmured as a delicious shiver made its way down her back to set up camp between her legs. She gave a small gasp as Kat's hand found its way down there as well. "Are you sure you're still dry?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, it's a shame to waste a perfectly good diaper, so I'm not changing you until you're wet." Kat ran her hand slowly across the taut, white plastic. "But Kat..." Tracy began. "Sshhh." Kat began to slowly rock Tracy back and forth. "Just relax. Let it all out. It's OK." "But I can't do it like this. Not with you holding your hand...there." Kat just kept rocking Tracy and stroking her diaper. "It's OK. Just relax and let it go," she repeated over and over until it was almost like a mantra. The warm sun, the gentle rocking and Kat's whisper all made Tracy feel like she was floating on a cloud. A soft, fluffy cloud that smelled just like Kat. She leaned her head against Kat's chest and closed her eyes. Listened for her heartbeat; inhaled her scent. God, she smells good. Then, after a little while, there was a momentary twinge of pressure, followed by the familiar bloom of heat spreading across her crotch and down between her legs. "Kat, I-" "Shhh. I know." Kat leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting her hair fall to create a golden cage for their faces. She kept stroking Tracy's diaper and rocking her. "Just relax; just let it all come out," she whispered. Tracy felt divided. Part of her wanted to just snuggle up to Kat and let her take care of her, floating away on that imaginary cloud for the rest of the day. Another part said that she should get dressed and get to work. After all, there were blackmailers to expose and money to be made. The former won out, at least for the time being, and Tracy surrendered herself to Kat's gentle touch. "That's a good girl," Kat whispered. "Such a good little girl." Tracy closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn't help smiling at the praise, despite its childish tone. She wasn't really a big fan of Kat talking to her as if she was a baby, but right now it just felt... right. She was Kat's little girl. It had felt so perfect spending the night just being held by Kat and Auntie Cory... Tracy stopped herself. Did she actually already think of Cory as 'Auntie Cory'? Was she really ready to share Kat with someone else? Share Kat's... love? And was she ready to share herself with Cory? Figuring out her relationship with Kat had been hard. And adding another variable to that equation would only make it that much more complex. All these thoughts whirled around Tracy's mind as she lay close to Kat. Kat's hand between her legs, stroking her wet diaper; not so much arousing her as reassuring her that Kat would love her no matter what she decided. Kat's arm around her, holding her close and making her feel safe and protected. And Kat's hand gently petting her hair... Hang on. Three? Tracy paused as basic arithmetic and anatomy caught up with her. She opened her eyes to see two pairs of eyes looking adoringly down at her. One pair framed by a blonde rats' nest, and the other, a luscious auburn mane. "Cory? What..." "I forgot my bag," Cory said sheepishly. "And then I heard the two of you. When I peeked, you looked so adorable that I just couldn't help it. And Kat said it was OK." Tracy suddenly became extremely aware of her very wet diaper. "Did you watch when I..." Tracy felt as if her entire face burned with embarrassment. "Um... kinda, yeah," Cory said. "But you don't have to feel ashamed about it," she quickly added. "I know how you feel. Trust me." Tracy looked away. She felt like she wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever, but Cory slipped a hand under her cheek and turned her face to look into her eyes. "Trust me," she said. Something in her eyes stirred something deep inside Tracy. A feeling of kinship maybe? Of mutual experiences? "Have you...?" Tracy asked hesitantly. Cory nodded. "Still?" Cory shook her head. "It wasn't my thing," she said and looked away. After a few seconds, she stroked Tracy's cheek. "But I'm glad Kat's found someone. Someone to care for. This way, I mean." Cory stood. "I'm sorry for intruding like this. I didn't mean to..." She paused. "Can you forgive me?" Tracy didn't say anything, but reached out for Cory's hand. When Cory offered it, Tracy brought it to her face, letting it cup her cheek as she kissed the palm. Cory breathed an audible sigh of... relief? Then she hurried out again, leaving Kat and Tracy alone once more. "Weeeell... that went well," Kat said after a long, awkward silence. Tracy looked up at her and Kat looked back. Then she began to laugh. A giggle at first, but soon they were both rolling on the bed, laughing and gasping for breath. Kat almost fell off the bed and Tracy was pretty sure her diaper got just a little bit wetter. Eventually they both calmed down enough to talk without breaking into new fits of laughter. Kat held Tracy close and rested her head against her chest. Tracy wondered if she should play into Kat's mommy-thing and seek out her breast, but decided against it. Maybe another time. If I do it now, we're never getting out of here. "I'm sorry," Kat said. "I shouldn't have invited Cory back in without checking with you first. I wasn't really thinking." "It's OK," Tracy said, drawing lazy, little circles on Kat's stomach. "I think I'm going to have to have a little talk with her about a few things though." "Oh?" Tracy nodded. "But not just yet." They lay there for a while longer, just enjoying the closeness. Eventually, Kat spoke again. "So, I suppose we should get you cleaned up and changed." Tracy sighed. "Yeah, I guess it's time." Kat grabbed a box of wipes and knelt between Tracy's legs. After slipping a small towel under Tracy's butt, she undid the diaper and pulled it off. Despite the warm room, Tracy couldn't suppress a shiver as the fresh air hit her clammy skin. Kat quickly pulled Tracy's diaper out from under her and rolled it up. Then she began cleaning her. Tracy giggled as the edges of the wipes tickled her inner thighs. "You like that?" "Yeah. It tickles." Tracy answered while biting the tip of her thumb. "Well, try to stay still Häschen; we're almost done." A minute later, Kat crawled backwards off the bed and stood, leaving Tracy lying naked and spread-eagled on a tiny towel on the bed. She picked up the wet diaper and the used wipes and put them in a plastic bag. "And does my little baby want a nice, fresh diaper?" "Yeah, kinda. But I might have a meeting with a client so I think I should pass?" "Are you suuuuuure?" Kat waved one of Tracy's diapers back and forth. "These look aaawwwfully comfy?" Tracy smiled. "Maybe later. When this whole mess is done." "OK." Kat sounded mildly disappointed. She put the diaper down. "Can I at least make sure you eat a proper breakfast before you go?" Tracy pretended to think about it. "Okay," she said, trying to make it sound like a big sacrifice. Kat rolled her eyes and left the bedroom. Tracy picked up her clothes and dressed quickly. She felt sort of sticky with day-old sweat and decided that a long, hot shower would be at the top of her to-do list for when she got home. When she walked through the door Kat handed her a fresh cup of coffee and a bread roll. Tracy sipped the coffee and sat down to check the results of the malware scrubber. According to the summary on the laptop, the computer, and four of the thumb drives had all been infected, but the phone and drone controller had been clean. I guess they didn't have time for those. Tracy updated her defence programs to look for similar programs. She also sent the quarantined malware files to a couple of hacker acquaintances. Then she took the phone off airplane mode and checked the messages that had accumulated over the last eighteen hours. A few spam messages that had managed to evade her spam filter, two messages with some background information for an old case that she had finished already and a reminder to renew a subscription to a website. None of them were particularly important. The only thing that really mattered was the message from Marko that had been sent only two hours earlier. According to the long, rambling message, Marko had found half a dozen cameras and microphones in her office. He also said that he cleared them out and installed a couple of cameras to keep an eye on the door and windows in case someone else broke in. The passwords and frequencies for them had been left on a thumb drive with "the old guy in the parking garage". Tracy bit into the roll which sprayed a shower of crumbs and earned her a disapproving look from Kat. "What. You gave it to me. Did you expect me not to eat it?" Kat rolled her eyes. "Just get out of here before you spill your coffee too." "Okay mom." Tracy tried to sound like an exasperated teenager. "Talk to you tonight?" "Sure sweetie. Try not to get bugged again." She gave Trace a quick smack on her butt as she wrestled the suitcase with all her electronics out the door. *** Tracy wrapped the towel around her head like a turban and tied the bathrobe closed before leaving her bathroom. Showering had felt wonderful and it had been the second thing she did after entering her office. The first had been to change all the frequencies and passwords on the hidden cameras Marko had installed for her. She sat down at her desk and began putting her thumb drives and other electronics back in their place. Then she started up the laptop and continued going through the records she had been working on the day before. Annoyingly, the final records yielded no useful information and Tracy glared at the computer screen. "Why couldn't you be the regular kind of stupid target," she growled at the screen. "Just parking near surveillance cameras, or using crap equipment. But nooooo. You had to be good at your job; and have equipment that's so expensive and fancy that Marko needed new underwear after seeing it. And, and..." Tracy's little rant was interrupted by her burner phone ringing. It was Ms Wilford. "Yes?" Tracy sat up straighter. Ms. Wilford couldn't see her, but it still felt right to seem somewhat professional, even if she was only on the phone. And was wearing a bathrobe. "Ms. Bullit. Are you free for dinner? My client would like to meet." "Um, yes, dinner's fine," "Good. You familiar with El Campo Verde?" "No," Tracy admitted. "I can't say the name rings a bell." "It's a god-awful, Mexican sports bar downtown." Tracy could hear Ms. Wilford's grimace of disapproval. "And that's where he wants to meet?" "Thank god, no. But there's a small Indian restaurant above it that serves a surprisingly decent chicken korma. Seven thirty." Ms. Wilford hung up before Tracy had time to answer. "Well, I guess I'm having Indian tonight," Tracy said to the dead phone line. *** Finding El Campo Verde proved to be easier than Tracy had expected. Things there were so loud they could probably be heard half a block away. Tracy put one of her smallest drones on top of the sun shade to act as a spy camera before leaving the car and locking it. Getting to the door of the Indian restaurant was almost like an obstacle course of chairs and bodies. The sports bar was packed with people; many of them dressed in black and purple football jerseys. When Tracy finally managed to reach the door and climb the stairs on the other side, the noise abated somewhat, but it was still loud enough to make it hard to hear what was being said six feet away. Tracy was beginning to see why Ms. Wilford had picked this place for their meeting. Unless there was a microphone at their table, it would be virtually impossible to hear what they said. "Yes? Can I help you?" Tracy's train of thought was interrupted as a short man in a bright green Nehru jacket. Tracy was relieved that he didn't have a fake Indian accent. It really wouldn't have matched his pale, freckled skin and ginger hair. "Ms. Wilford's party?" Tracy looked around the man, trying to get a look at the other guests. She needn't have bothered. The place was almost empty. "This way please." The man led Tracy around a corner to a table where Ms. Wilford sat with a handsome, dark-haired man in his late thirties. "Ah, Ms. Bullit. Please sit." Ms. Wilford gestured to one of the empty chairs. "Ms. Wilford." Tracy sat down. "Mr...?" "Novak. Gustav Novak." Mr. Novak had a little bit of a generic eastern European accent. Tracy sat down and picked up the menu. "Oh, we're not here for the food," Ms. Wilford said. Just as she did, a roar of noise rose from the bar. "Ah, I see." Tracy looked around. "Well, the decor is nicer than the street market." "Now let's make this quick. We only have..." Ms. Wilford checked her watch, "...a little over ten minutes until half-time." "Right. So like I told you before, I think the ransomware and blackmail was just a smokescreen for your loss of that deposition. I'm guessing you still haven't heard from them?" Ms. Wilford shook her head. "Hang on. Blackmail?" Mr. Novak looked from Ms. Wilford to Tracy and back again. "Nobody said anything about blackmail." "They weren't blackmailing you Gustav." Her lack of patience audible. "Now, you said the deposition you lost was related to a divorce case; I'm guessing yours Mr. Novak. And you have no non-digital records of it?" "God, who uses those any more," Ms. Wilford said dismissively. "And is there enough money to justify the use of equipment so sophisticated that it makes my security guy drool?" "Easily," Mr Novak said. "My wife may not be a technical genius, but she knows how to spend money wisely. If she hired people for something, she would hire very well qualified people." "I guess the easiest way to find any information linking her to this whole thing would be to have a peek at her computer." Tracy picked up one of the small cakes that looked like a coil of rope and took a bite. "Thought about that. Whatever computer she used is either long gone or, more likely, cut off from the net." "So we reconnect it. You could probably do that Mr. Novak, right?" "Hardly. Whenever I'm in the house, she has a guy watching my every move. I wouldn't even be able to get into her office during her parties." "Parties?" Tracy and Ms. Wilford both asked. "She hosts these wild sex-parties every month or so. I told you about those, didn't I?" "No, you most certainly did not. So it's not just that she's trading you in for a younger model, it's this too?" "Well, yes," Mr. Novak admitted. "Anyway, like I said, even if I were to go to one of those parties, I wouldn't be able to slip away." "Well, if we were to get someone else to break in, that'd be illegal and legally I can't have any part in that." "Of course, of course." Tracy nodded, her expression one of faux seriousness. "I wouldn't dream of getting you involved in anything unethical." Ms. Wilford rose. "I have to get going. I hope you both have a good evening." "Oh, before you leave, do you know any reliable computer intrusion specialists. I may have a lead on a completely unrelated matter. Absolutely nothing to do with this whatsoever." "Of course. Call me when you have the details. I may know someone." Ms. Wilford nodded to the waiter and then headed for the door. When the door closed behind her, Mr. Novak turned to Tracy. "What was that about?" "Oh, we're totally breaking in to snoop through your wife's computer. We just can't say it in front of her. This way, she can claim we lied to her if we get in trouble." Mr. Novak nodded. "And the computer intrusion specialist?" "A hacker. I can do your everyday, run-of-the-mill hacks, but based on what you said about your wife's hiring practices, we're going to need somebody who is a lot better than me." Tracy noticed there was a lull in the noise from downstairs. "Maybe we should get some food while we wait for the second half of the match to start." Tracy eyed the menu hungrily. "How long do these half-time breaks last?" "Only fifteen minutes." "A quick snack then." Five minutes later there was a small tray of some kind of deep-fried, small buns on the table along with cups of milky tea with a deliciously spicy smell. Tracy and Mr. Novak sipped their tea silently and waited for the second half of the match to start. "So what are you planning?" Mr. Novak asked once the noise had risen to an acceptable level again. "Your wife's parties; what kind of party are we talking about?" "What do you mean?" "Swingers? Furries? Good, old-fashioned orgies?" "They spank each other. And lead each other around on leashes and things like that," Mr. Novak said, obviously feeling very awkward. "Ah, I see." Tracy took another sip of tea. "Did you ever go to any of these parties?" "Good heavens no. I steer well clear of the house whenever she throws them." "Well, you're going to the next one. Do you know when it is?" "Sometime next week. Friday or Saturday, I think. I was planning to leave town for the whole week." "Find a reason to stay. We're crashing the party." "You and me?" Mr. Novak's eyes were wide with surprise. "Oh no. Your wife's people undoubtedly know my face. But I think that could work in our favour." Tracy sat back. She had the beginning of a plan. ***

Mission Improbable (Part 7 of 13) The woman who entered was just as opposite from Kat as her uncle Diego. Whereas Kat was short and with a petite, almost boyish figure, Cory was built like a model. She was tall and curvy in all the right places. And to top it all off, she had a flowing mane of thick, auburn hair. No wonder Kat's in love with her. She's gorgeous. Tracy was immediately jealous and decided that she didn't like her. Cory gave Kat about two seconds before wrapping her arms around her and giving her a hug, and a faceful of boobs. Yeah, that's right. Just ignore me. I'm just the plain one wearing a giant hoodie; the background decoration. Tracy's mental sulk was interrupted by Kat. "Cory, this is Tracy; my... um, girlfriend, I guess." Tracy decided she was going to play it cool for the time being and got up to shake Cory's hand. But before she knew what happened, Cory had wrapped her arms around her and was giving her a hug as well. The warm, musky smell from Cory's leather jacket tickled Tracy's nostrils. Damnit! She even smells great. And how does she manage to wear leather in this heat without sweating? It's just not fair. "Yeah, I guess I should have warned you. Cory's a hugger," Kat said as she sat back down. "I noticed," Tracy remarked when Cory finally let go. "So... you're Kat's ex-wife?" "Kati told you about that, did she?" Cory chuckled as she sat down next to Kat on the sofa. Tracy sat down in the worn-out armchair across the table from them and pulled her legs up until they were hidden inside the giant hoodie. "Kat, please; not Kati. You know I can't stand that pet name." "Why do you think I use it?" Cory grinned mischievously. "Anyway, it's not the whole truth," Cory continued. "Cory..." Kat warned. "What? She might as well know the whole story. So what did Kati tell you?" "Um... That when you were fourteen, the two of you ran away and convinced a completely spaced-out priest to marry you." "Yeah, that part is true. We even managed to keep it hidden for a couple of months. But the guy eventually sobered up and then the whole thing was annulled. Kati's dad was pissed. Kept on ranting about how marriage was an antiquated custom that only served to restrict true love and blah blah blah..." "So he didn't have a problem with the two of you being together, only that you actually got married?" Kat shrugged. "That, and mom was angry we hadn't told her." "Well, she wasn't angry, 'just very, very disappointed'," Cory said with a laugh. "Sounds familiar," Tracy murmured and gave Kat a look. "Anyway, we stayed together for another couple of years, even got our own little place." Cory took Kat's hand and just held it. "That's overstating things a little. It was a treehouse that was barely big enough for the two of us." "Still, it was big enough for two sixteen-year-olds to play house." Tracy looked up, her interest piqued. "Play house? So did Kat like to go all mommy back then?" "Oh yeah. You wouldn't believe the things she convinced me to do." Cory blushed slightly. "Why? Is she still doing that?" Now it was Tracy's turn to blush. "Kinda, yeah." Cory turned to look at Kat with a raised eyebrow. "Reeeeaaally," she said. Kat just smiled awkwardly back at her, not saying anything. For a few moments the three of them just sat there silently. Then Cory began to snicker, and within seconds Kat and Tracy had joined in. The next couple of minutes were filled with uncontrolled giggling. As soon as one of them managed to stop, a single glance at one of the others would simply restart the whole process. Eventually, however, they managed to calm down. Tracy hated to admit it to herself, but despite her previous resolution she found it harder and harder to dislike Cory. She seemed like a genuinely nice person. Tracy figured that probing deeper into Kat's mommy-tendencies from when she was younger might lead to some awkward questions for herself, so she made an effort to actively avoid that particular topic. This did not put a damper on the rest of the evening though, as Cory had more than enough stories about stupid things she and Kat had done when they were younger. The lack of bad mushroom trips, 'borrowed' motorcycles and almost getting caught while having sex in public in Tracy's past made her feel like she had had a very sheltered and quiet childhood. Eventually, Tracy found herself nodding off and figured she should probably go to bed. "I'm going to have to get some sleep. It's been a couple of really long days," Tracy said and yawned. "Oh, well, it is getting kind of late," Cory said. "I should probably get going." "You don't have to do that on my account. I'm sure you two have lots of catching up to do. And besides, I'm so tired I could probably sleep through an earthquake tonight." The look on Kat's face told Tracy that that had definitely been the right answer. "I'll come tuck you in, Häschen," Kat said and got up too. She turned to Cory and said "I'll be right back." As soon as the door to the bedroom was closed and the two of them were alone, Kat looked at Tracy. "Well?" "Well, what," Tracy said, playing dumb. Kat stepped closer and stroked Tracy's cheek. "Does Auntie Cory get the bunny seal of approval?" "Kat, you don't have to go all mommy every time we talk about this. We have to be able to talk about this as grown-ups." "Yeah, I suppose." Kat looked down. My god. The only thing missing would be if she started scraping her feet. "But yeah, she seems nice." Kat beamed up at Tracy. "I'm so glad you like her." She gave Tracy a hug. Tracy pulled off the giant hoodie. She decided to keep the sweatpants and t-shirt on and sat down on the edge of the bed. Kat wrapped the blanket around her and kissed the top of her head. "Now you get some sleep, and Mommy will come join you after Auntie Cory has left." Tracy curled up on the bed, already half asleep. "I'll be right here," she murmured as Kat quietly went back to the living-room. *** When Tracy woke up again, it was dark. It took her a moment to realise that she wasn't in her own bed. The next thing that slipped through the sleepy fog of her brain, was how quiet it was. Even the ever-present sounds of traffic seemed to have diminished to a distant hum. Tracy reached back for Kat, but found that she was alone. Did she fall asleep in front of the computer again? It wouldn't be the first time Kat had insisted that she was just going to check 'one more thing' before joining Tracy and then losing track of time or simply falling asleep in her chair. Tracy reached down and gave her diaper a quick squeeze to make sure she hadn't wet it in her sleep, but it was still dry. She breathed a sigh of relief. She hated it when she had accidents. Tracy briefly considered wetting herself and then asking Kat for a change, but decided against it. Despite the excellent mommy-potential of a situation like that, Kat might also tell her to wait until the morning. Or almost just as bad, she could tell Tracy to change herself, which was just boring. Kat could sometimes be really cranky if she was woken up in the middle of the night. Tracy froze as she heard the thump of something hitting the floor. It came from the living room. Tracy held her breath and listened closely. It was really quiet, but she could hear Kat moving around. Oh good. She's not asleep yet. Tracy threw off the blanket and got out of bed. She almost tripped over the hoodie on the floor as she slowly and silently made her way to the door. It was only a few steps, but the inky darkness made it feel a lot farther. Tracy paused with her hand on the door knob, listening, but the only thing she could hear was Kat tossing and turning on the sofa. Why wouldn't she just come to bed? I wouldn't have minded waking up to Kat climbing into bed with me. Tracy opened the door... and froze. Kat was lying back on the sofa, one arm stretched out and gripping its back, the other was up her tank top fondling one of her breasts. And between her bare legs was a large, flowing mane of auburn hair. Kat's head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth gritted as she tried her best not to make a sound. Tracy knew she should just quietly close the door and go back to bed and pretend she never saw a thing, but she couldn't. She just stood there, completely mesmerised, watching Kat inch her way towards an orgasm. My god, she's beautiful. Over the years, Tracy had spied on dozens and dozens of people having sex. Catching people cheating on their spouses was pretty much the bread and butter of being a private investigator. She had mostly done it at a distance using her drones and cameras, but a few times Tracy had had to go old-school and peek through windows herself. This, however, was completely different. It felt like some of the cheesy porn Tracy would deny she ever watched. The only thing missing was the soundtrack. But unlike when she was watching porn, or working a case, Tracy found that she was actually feeling... guilty for watching. This felt private. Even so, she couldn't stop. As Cory reached up and around Kat's hips to pull her closer, Tracy felt her hand, moving almost as if of its own accord, slide down and inside the waistband of her sweatpants. It slid across the smooth plastic as she slowly began to rub herself through the diaper. It was stupid, and reckless, and to be honest, more than a little weird, but it also felt so good. Tracy wondered what it would be like to be behind Kat while Cory did her thing. Just holding her close, nothing more; feeling Kat writhe against her body as she came. The thought surprised Tracy a little. Most of her fantasies only had her watching, not taking part. The annoyingly analytical voice in her head woke up and started wondering why that might be the case. Just then, Kat slipped up and let out a soft moan, halting any further examination of the subject. That single sound did more for Tracy than anything she had ever watched; real or staged. She wanted to be part of what made Kat make that sound. Maybe not the cause, but she wanted to qualify for the participation trophy. Tracy found herself matching Cory's rhythm, more or less, and she was getting closer to the edge herself. Just as she was about to hit her peak, she looked up at Kat again, and found her staring right at her. And smiling. Shit! She's seen me. But it was too late. Kat's stare pinned Tracy in place as she came. It was as powerful as any orgasm Tracy had experienced in porn VRs, and those were usually massively amplified to make them borderline addictive. She leaned against the door frame as her knees went wobbly. She let out a shuddering breath; part of her brain warning her to be quiet while another was bouncing off the walls, squealing with ecstasy. Tracy came down from the orgasmic high to just float around in a pool of oxytocin and saw that Kat was about to come. Her head was thrown back and she was grabbing the back of Cory's head. As she tensed up, Kat let out a little squeak. Aww, that's so cute. She sounds like a defective rubber ducky. Tracy decided to use Kat's orgasm as her opportunity to hopefully stay out of trouble. She pulled her hand out of her pants and quickly stepped back, closing the door as quietly as she could. If she could sneak back to bed without anybody hearing her, maybe she could convince Kat that she hadn't been watching her and Cory. Tracy stepped over the hoodie on the floor and almost tripped over the sweatpants as they slid down her legs to trap her ankles. Tracy quickly stepped out of them and crawled into bed, wrapping the blanket around herself. Tracy didn't have time to fall asleep before the door opened quietly. She closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping. The mattress shifted as someone sat down next to her. A hand gently brushed Tracy's hair away from her face, but she kept feigning sleep. "Häschen, I know you're awake." "Huh?" Tracy asked in her best sleepy voice. "Oh hey Kat." "Don't." Kat leaned down and whispered. "I know you watched us." She rubbed her nose against Tracy's cheek. "Did you like it?" she asked quietly. Tracy turned her head to look at Kat. "You're not mad?" Kat chuckled. "Cory likes an audience. And me? Well, I know how you like to watch." "I don't... I mean..." Tracy protested weakly. Kat stroked Tracy's hair. "We knew you were awake long before you opened the door. You stopped snoring." "Were you two... you know... just to make me... Hang on, I don't snore!" Tracy's brain finally caught up with what Kat had said. "Whatever you say sweetie. And you are allowed to say 'fucking'. Nobody's going to wash your mouth out with soap." "Kat." "Having sex? Boinking?" "Kaaaat." "Bumping uglies?" Kat grinned. "And no, we didn't put on a show just for you." Kat got serious. The worried look on her face clearly visible even in the dim light of the bedroom. "You have to believe me, this wasn't how I wanted to do this. We were just talking and then one thing led to another. We wanted to kind of ease you into this whole thing." "Kat, it's OK. Sure, it was a little weird. And kinda intense." "Weird? In what way?" "Can we talk about it later? Please?" Tracy reached her arms up to Kat for a hug. "Of course sweetie." Kat pulled Tracy close and stroked her back. "But you're sure you're OK with this?" "Mm-hmm. It's just... When I watched you, I felt kind of... not jealous." Tracy struggled to find the right words. "I don't know... left out, I guess. Not from the sex, of course. I just wanted to... be part of the whole thing, I guess. Does that make any sense?" "I suppose." Kat just held Tracy for a while. Then she took a deep breath. "So do you think the three of us are ready to become sort of a little family?" "I don't know. What do you mean?" Kat half-shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. Maybe kind of like what you and me have, except Cory'll be part of it too. And kind of like Cory and me, and you can be as much part of it as you're comfortable with." "Is it safe to come in?" Tracy jumped at Cory's voice coming from the living room. Had she been there all along? Had she heard everything? Kat looked at Tracy. She realised that Kat was asking for her permission. When Tracy seemed unsure, she said "Mind giving us another minute?" Tracy took Kat's hand. "Kat, I'm still wearing... you know," she whispered. "Oh, Cory figured that out pretty much right away. She saw your waddle and recognised it. It was pretty much the first thing she asked me after you went to bed." "And she's cool with it?" "Sweetie, she thinks it's cute that you're my little baby bunny. "But would she be, you know," Tracy hesitated a moment. "Changing me?" she whispered, almost inaudibly. "I guess you'd have to ask her. Would you want her to?" "No, I don't think so. I like it when you do it." Tracy took Kat's hand and placed it on her hip. Kat stroked the smooth, white plastic with her fingertips. "And does my little girl need a change now?" she whispered, sliding her hand from Tracy's hip to her crotch. Tracy moaned softly as she gave the diaper a little squeeze. "No." Tracy shook her head. "I'm not wet yet." Kat slipped a finger inside the diaper, making Tracy gasp. "I don't know. You feel pretty wet," she said and grinned. Tracy stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. Kat withdrew the finger. "But seriously, are you okay with Cory joining us?" Tracy's mind raced. Having Cory be part of their 'family' wouldn't be your average relationship, but then again, neither was the relationship between just her and Kat. Over the years, she had seen her share of relationships crash and burn when a third person was introduced, no matter how much everybody insisted they were ready for an open relationship. Jealousy was a funny thing that way. But on the other hand, the fact that this wasn't about wanting to have a threesome might be what could make this work. After all, they all had their very specific roles. She was the baby and Kat was mom. And Cory would be mom's special friend. "I think so," Tracy finally said and nodded. "OK. Now do you want to come out in the living room with us?" Tracy wrinkled her nose. "Nah, I'm good right here. You go have fun." "Well, we were kinda done, so..." Kat picked up the blanket. "Cory? It's OK. You can come in now," she said. The door opened and Cory entered wearing nothing but a smile. Tracy looked away." "Aww. Look who's shy all of a sudden." Kat stroked Tracy's cheek. "Oh be nice. She's just adorable," Cory said. Kat lay down next to Tracy, pulling her close and kissing Tracy's forehead. Cory studied the bed for a moment. "This is going to be a tight squeeze," she said. Then, to Tracy's surprise, she climbed into bed behind Tracy, wrapped her arms around her and snuggled in close before pulling the blanket up over the three of them. It took a while for Tracy to go back to sleep. The sensation of being the middle of a cuddle sandwich was a novel one. The feeling of both Cory's warm, naked body against her back and Kat's cotton-covered chest against her cheek was confusing, but in a good way. Maybe this'll all work out. ***

It's not that they can't. Tracy loves the closeness and cuddling with Kat, but sex (at least in real life) isn't really her thing. But keep reading. There will be developments. Also, thanks for commenting.😁

Mission Improbable (Part 6 of 13) Tracy knew that Kat was a bit of a social chameleon, but what opened the door still surprised her. Kat's hair was no longer slicked back like it had been earlier that day. Instead, it was back to the messy rats' nest that she had ended up with after getting rid of the dreadlocks a couple of months earlier. Also, the severe suit had vanished in favour of black sweatpants and tank top, and an honest-to-god flowery apron. "You doing the whole hausfrau-chic?" Tracy couldn't resist a grin. Kat ignored Tracy's comment and helped her roll the suitcase inside. "So why did you bring half your office with you?" Kat pushed the suitcase to the side. "Marko cleared it of physical bugs but I still need to run a full malware check on everything. Mind if I just get that started?" "That depends." Kat wrapped her arms around Tracy and pulled her close. "We should probably get you changed first. I mean, if you're wet." Kat slid her hands down to cup Tracy's buttocks and gave them a squeeze. Then she stopped. "Where's your diaper?" Kat asked sternly. Tracy felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. "I had to take it off. I was all sweaty and itchy." Tracy couldn't help marvelling at how Kat could make her feel like a misbehaving, little girl with a single sentence. "And did you have permission to do that?" "Kaaat," Tracy whined. "Did you?" Kat repeated. "No," Tracy admitted with a slight pout. "Bedroom. Now." Kat stepped back and pointed to her bedroom door. "Really?" Kat set her bag on the floor. "You're the one who made the rules, not me." Tracy knew she couldn't win and headed for the bedroom. Kat took off her apron before picking up Tracy's bag and following her. Kat closed the curtains and turned to Tracy. "Now, undress." "Seriously?" Kat gave her a cold stare. "If you keep misbehaving, I'll put you in a onesie for the rest of the night." "You wouldn't." "Wanna bet?" Kat raised an eyebrow. Tracy looked back at Kat and saw she was not kidding. "No," she said and lowered her eyes. "I'll be good." Tracy took a breath. "But can I use the bathroom first? I really have to go." "That's what the diaper is for," Tracy pointed out. "Yeah, but not this." Kat paused as she realised just what Tracy was saying. "Okay, but make it quick. And you're coming straight back to the bedroom afterwards." Tracy dashed out of Kat's shack and almost ran the house. She knocked on the door and waited for a few moments before entering. "Don't mind me. I just have to use the bathroom." Jessie was sitting at the desk working on something that looked like a spreadsheet on her computer and Tracy could hear Diego doing something in the kitchen. "Oh, hey Tracy," Jessie said as she looked up. "How's business?" Tracy shrugged. "Okay, I guess. If somebody's bugging my office, I must be doing something right, right?" "Seriously?" "I have Marko cleaning out my office." "Marko? The..." Jessie whistled a cuckoo and twirled her finger at her temple. "Yeah, that's the one. Anyway, he's debugging the office so I'm staying with Kat tonight." "Oh, I'm sure that's the only reason," Jessie said and smirked. Tracy felt her cheeks grow warm. She was pretty sure Jessie only thought she was sleeping with Kat, and that she had no idea about the diapers. "Yeah, anyway, I just have to use the bathroom." Tracy inched her way towards the bathroom, suddenly eager to get out of the conversation. "Sure, sure. I can take a hint." Jessie chuckled and returned to her spreadsheet. Tracy ducked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Ten minutes later, Tracy re-emerged, feeling a lot lighter. Diego was on the sofa, channel surfing with one hand and eating a sandwich with the other. "You two crazy kids have fun then, while me and Jessie play the old married couple." Diego half-saluted her with his sandwich. Tracy hurried back to Kat's shack. As she opened the door, Kat's voice greeted her. "Well, you certainly took your time." "Sorry." Tracy headed for the bedroom. When she entered, she saw Kat had spread a towel on the bed and was sitting on it, fidgeting with one of Tracy's thick night diapers. She put the diaper down and rose, stepping close to Tracy. "Diaper time," Kat said quietly. "Undress." Tracy slowly undid her jeans and pulled them down along with her underwear. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the pants. Kat walked around her, tracing a feather-light line along Tracy's hip and across her left butt cheek with a single finger. There was a creak as she stepped onto the bed. She reached over Tracy's shoulder with one hand and grabbed her chin, pulling her head back gently, but firmly. "More," she whispered in Tracy's ear, and let go, stepping off the bed and walking around to face Tracy again. Tracy swallowed and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, then dropping it on the floor next to the jeans. Kat reached up and slowly stroked Tracy's cheek and down her neck. "More," she whispered, barely audibly. Tracy struggled to pull the sports bra up the same way as her t-shirt, but its tightness made it hard to make it look as casual as the t-shirt. In the end, though, it joined the other clothes on the floor. "Such a good girl." Tracy felt herself blush at the compliment. How is she doing that? "Now lie down." Tracy sat down on the bed and lay back. Kat put a hand on each knee and spread Tracy's legs before crawling onto the bed to kneel between them. "Lift your butt sweetie." Tracy did what she was told and felt Kat slide something in under her. When she lowered her hips again, she felt the all too familiar paper-like sensation of a diaper. She let out an involuntary, little giggle. "You like that?" "Mm-hmm." Tracy bit her lip and nodded. Kat gave her a generous dusting of baby powder and pulled the diaper up. Tracy wriggled her hips and tried to make contact with Kat's hand through the thick padding. Kat smiled and gave Tracy's diapered crotch a light slap. "That's no way for a good, little girl to behave." "I'm sorry," Tracy said and pouted. Kat adjusted the diaper and taped it in place. "There; much better," she concluded and crawled backwards out from between Tracy's legs. "No snuggles?" Tracy asked and made big Bambi-eyes at her. Kat laughed. "Later Häschen. I have to keep an eye on the dinner. Now, you get dressed so you can fix your computer before we eat." She turned around and left the bedroom. For a little while, Tracy just lay there in the orange gloom created by the late afternoon sun filtering through Kat's curtains. Then she sighed and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Sitting up, Tracy realised that the diaper Kat had put her in was far too thick for her to wear her jeans. She looked around, trying to find the overnight bag of clothes she kept at Kat's. "Kat?" she called out. "Where did you hide my spare clothes?" "Bottom drawer." "Oooo, I have a drawer? That practically means I've moved in. Are we going steady?" Tracy asked teasingly. "Well, I have to take care of my little baby, don't I? Now get dressed. dinner is almost ready." "Yes, mom." Tracy pulled out the bottom drawer in the dresser next to the bed and found a pair of burgundy sweat pants and a white t-shirt. She got dressed and tied the drawstring so the pants wouldn't just fall off. When she walked out of the bedroom, the diaper made her waddle a little. "Kat? Did you have to use the night diapers? You know they make me walk funny." Kat turned to look at her. "But I love that sexy, little waddle of yours," she said. "Now come and taste." Kat dipped a teaspoon in the steaming pot and held it out to Tracy. Tracy let Kat feed her the teaspoon of tomato sauce. The taste of tomato and onion and herbs filled her mouth, quickly followed by just a little too much chili. "Mmm." "You like it?" "Yeah. Maybe a little bit spicier than I'm used to, but good," Tracy said diplomatically. "The spaghetti'll probably help with that." "Yeah, probably," Tracy agreed. "OK, just give me another ten or fifteen minutes to boil the spaghetti and then we'll eat." Tracy nodded. "I'll just get started on the computer in the meantime." Tracy opened the suitcase and pulled out the laptop. After plugging the charger into the wall, she hooked the drone control unit and her phone up to it. I might as well get everything done in one go. "Kat? Can I borrow that ridiculously large USB-hub of yours?" "Of course." Kat left the kitchen for a moment to disconnect an almost comically large twenty-five-slot USB hub from her desktop computer and hand it to Tracy. "Does Diego know that you're up to your old tricks?" Tracy asked while she connected the hub to the laptop and began plugging all her extra thumb drives and external hard drives into it. "What Uncle Dieter doesn't know, won't hurt him." Kat leaned down and gave Tracy 'the look'. "Right?" "Mm-hmm." Tracy nodded. "Good girl." Kat kissed Tracy's forehead and returned to the boiling water to drop the spaghetti into it. Tracy found the thumb drive she had bought and made sure its write-protected switch was on so it wouldn't become infected with whatever might be on her computer and plugged it into the side of the laptop. Then she switched off the computer's wifi and turned it on. The computer started up just like it always did. Messages complaining that the wifi was off and offering to help her fix it popped up almost immediately, both of which Tracy ignored. She accessed the thumb drive and started the cleanup program. It did a brief scan and listed the connected devices. Tracy checked the list to make sure that all her drones were listed, along with the remote control unit itself, her phone and everything that was plugged into the USB hub. Then she set the program to do a complete scan and cleanup. A status window popped up, letting her know that it would take an estimated two and a half hours. "That's not too bad," Tracy muttered to herself. The estimate immediately jumped to eleven hours. "Yeah, that's more like it." Tracy got up and went to help Kat set the table. *** Half an hour later, Kat leaned back in her chair. "Mmm." she sighed and closed her eyes. "I think I may have outdone myself this time." "Yeah," Tracy agreed. "Best dinner I've had all week." Tracy grabbed the plates and carried them to the tiny sink in the corner while Kat moved the kitchen table up against the wall to free up some room. Then they both sat down on the worn-out sofa. Tracy was beginning to feel the effect of a long and stressful day. All she wanted to do was to snuggle up to Kat and relax, but there was something that couldn't be postponed. "Kat?" Tracy slid down until she lay with her head in Kat's lap, looking up at her. "Mm-hmm?" "I think we need to talk. About Cory." Kat sighed. "And not with story time. I mean really talk," Tracy continued. She felt that she should really be sitting up for this, but she just didn't have the energy. Also, lying like this might be the compromise between story time and an actual grown-up conversation that Kat needed. "You know I love you, right?" Kat slowly stroked Tracy's hair. "Yeah?" Tracy wasn't sure she liked where this could be headed. "And that I'd never want to mess up our..." Kat hesitated, looking for the right words. "...whatever this is." "I know," Tracy reassured her. "But ever since you ran into her, you've been going a little overboard." "OK, this... what we have, I mean, it's different from my clients." Tracy nodded, letting Kat do the talking, at least for now. "But when Cory showed up, I realised something." A small, sarcastic voice in the back of Tracy's mind couldn't help but point out how the otherwise hyper-confident Kat all of a sudden seemed very insecure and vulnerable. "I... I think I still love her," Kat blurted out. That felt like a kick in the stomach to Tracy, and it was obvious that Kat noticed. She pulled Tracy closer. "It doesn't mean I don't love you anymore," Kat reassured her. "It's different." "What do you mean?" "It's like... You know how when we're together it's all snuggling and comfort, right?" "And you miss the sex?" Tracy asked after a short pause. The puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place in her brain. "Kind of, yeah. But it's not just that. You're both really special to me and I don't want to lose my best little girl." "Ooo-kay?" "I just really want to make sure you're OK with me and Cory." Kat paused and took a deep breath. "And I thought it'd be easier if you got to know her, maybe." "Are you asking me to approve your girlfriend?" "When you say it like that, I guess it's kinda weird." "A little, yeah. And now you want me to meet her?" Kat brushed Tracy's hair out of her eyes. "I guess I kinda am. I mean, Auntie Cory is important to mommy, just like mommy's little bunny is. And she really hopes you like her too." Tracy could tell that Kat wasn't really in mommy-mode, but she decided to play along to see where she was going. "When?" Tracy asked. Kat hesitated. "Kaaaat?" Kat looked uncomfortable and actually squirmed a little. "Tonight?" she finally said, in a very small voice. "Tonight?!?" Tracy struggled to sit up. "Are you nuts? Do you see what I'm wearing? I have to get out of this before she shows up or she'll think I'm a complete nutcase." Tracy began clawing at the edges of the duct tape Kat had used to make sure her diaper stayed in place. "No she won't," Kat said calmly and put a hand on top of Tracy's. "But I'm..." Tracy shook off Kat's hand and continued to fumble blindly at the tape. Kat grabbed Tracy's wrists and pulled her hands away. "No. She. Won't," Kat said firmly. Then her tone softened. "Trust me." She let go of Tracy's wrists and brushed a stray lock of hair out of Tracy's eyes. "Do you trust me?" she asked after a few seconds. Interesting. Not 'do you trust mommy?' The weirdly calm and analytical voice in the back of Tracy's mind pointed out Kat's choice of words and how she clearly wasn't in mommy-mode. She's not just playing. This is serious. "Yes?" Tracy said hesitantly. "You're going to be just fine." Then Kat grinned. "And if mommy's little bunny is still feeling a little shy, she can hide in her big blanket." Kat patted the fuzzy blanket that lay draped over the back of the sofa. It was big enough for the two of them to snuggle up together under when they watched movies. "Yeah, 'cause that's how a grown-ass woman behaves," Tracy remarked drily. "Oh shush. She's going to love you just like I do." Kat paused and smiled mischievously. "Well, maybe not exactly like I do." "But can I at least put on a thinner diaper?" "Are you wet?" Kat asked back. Tracy shook her head. "Then no. If you're that worried, you can put on the tent." 'The tent' was an almost comically oversized hoodie that Jessie had bought for them as a gag gift. It was big enough for both Tracy and Kat to fit inside at the same time, provided Tracy was behind Kat. Not that that was likely to happen. After all, Kat was the big spoon, not Tracy. "Maybe I will." "You'll only look like you're trying to hide something," Kat said in her most infuriatingly reasonable voice. "Well, I am trying to hide something," Tracy pointed out and sat up. You're only making it more likely that she'll figure it out," Kat warned. "I don't care." Tracy got up and headed for the bedroom to find the giant hoodie. A few minutes later she returned wearing a sweater so big it could easily be mistaken for a poncho if it wasn't for the sleeves. "You look ridiculous Häschen." "Thanks Mom. At least my diaper bulge isn't out in the open." "No, it certainly isn't. Now come here." Kat patted the seat next to her. Tracy sat back down and Kat pulled her closer. For a while they just sat like that. This is just perfect. Why would Kat want to change any of this? "She doesn't, stupid. She just wants something more. Something you can't give her. And can you really blame her? This isn't just about you, you know. Tracy sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her head against Kat's shoulder. "What is it?" Kat asked. She ran her finger through Tracy's hair. "Having second thoughts about Cory?" "No, not really. I mean, I understand why you want her in your life, but it still feels kind of weird. It's kind of like having your girlfriend asking you about having a threesome. Part of me is going 'Interesting,' complete with wiggling eyebrows and everything. But another part is worried she's being replaced." "Oh Häschen, she could never take your place. Mommy only has one little diaper-bunny." Kat kissed Tracy's forehead, giving her a serious case of what Tracy liked to call 'the fuzzies'; the warm and comfortable feeling that was like being wrapped in a big blanket and held closely and not having a care in the world. "So, how long until she's here?" Tracy finally said. "An hour or so, I guess." "Mm-hmm." Tracy nodded and closed her eyes. It had been a long and stressful day and it wasn't over yet. Tracy took a deep breath and tried to will herself to relax. There was one thing she could do that would make her feel really relaxed. No. I'm not going to meet Cory like that. It's embarrassing enough that Kat is making me wear this ginormous diaper. I'm not going to be wet as well. Tracy took another deep breath. Part of her just wanted the world to go away; to shrink until the only things that existed were Kat and her and the sofa, floating in a sea of nothingness. No sounds, except the sound of Kat's breathing. Tracy found that she was breathing in sync with Kat. In and out; slowly in, and then out again. It almost felt like Kat was growing bigger. The warmth radiating from her melting away Tracy's worries and... A knock on the door brought Tracy crashing back to reality. "I'll get it. It's probably Cory," Kat said and rose. "Did you have a nice nap?" "I fell asleep?" Tracy asked, her brain not quite firing on all cylinders yet. "I think you needed it. You were out like a light." "Oh shit!" Tracy's hands flew to her crotch, giving her diaper a squeeze through the multiple layers of clothes. She breathed a sigh of relief. Still dry. Kat crossed the room and looked over at Tracy, who nodded back. Then she opened the door. ***

Mission Improbable (Part 5 of 13) Fifteen minutes later, Marko declared her suitcase and its contents clean. Three locator bugs and a microphone lay in the coffee can he used as a Faraday cage. "You still need to check the computer and phone for malware, so I wouldn't use'em just yet." Tracy nodded. "How long do you think the car'll take?" "An hour, an hour and a half maybe. Cars are easy since you need different kinds of transmitters. Plus they're smaller. Would be a lot faster if you didn't have electronics in the car. Then I could just fry everything with my EMP-bomb." "That thing you built out of a microwave oven?" "Oh, I've improved it since then. I use it every week on my car, just to make sure they aren't tracking me." "Every week?!? That can't be healthy." Marko shrugged. "My nuts are toasted so I'm not having any kids. But I wasn't planning on that anyway." "Right. Well, no EMP-bombing my car, OK? I'll go get some lunch. You want something?" "Nah, I'm on a new diet." Marko turned on a headlamp and turned towards Tracy's van. "Keys?" Tracy handed him the car keys. "I'll be back in an hour then." "Wanna leave the suitcase here? I promise I won't look." Tracy laughed. "We both know you won't be able to keep that promise." She grabbed the suitcase and her diaper bag and headed for the exit. Once she was out on the street, Tracy wrestled the new phone out of its packaging and pulled the little plastic tab out to activate the battery. Next she sent a text message to Kat. Tracy here. Equipment bugged. Probly car and office 2. Be careful. Will call later. Then she looked up Ms. Wilford's number in her notebook and sent her a text too. Tracy Bullit here. This may be more serious than we thought. Get a burner phone and call me back on this number. Do NOT call from your home, office or car. They may be bugged. To Ms. Wilford's credit it didn't take her more than ten minutes to call Tracy back. It sounded like she was calling from inside a wind tunnel. "Where are you calling from?" "Ms. Bullit, this is not my first rodeo. I'm on the roof of my office building. And before you ask, I'm the only one up here. Now talk to me." "I'm guessing you still haven't gotten the password." "No." "You probably won't get it either. I don't think this was about money. If it was, they wouldn't bother bugging me, using equipment so sophisticated it made my counter-surveillance guy drool, and then just abandoning it when they were discovered." "Good point." "Now, if they're willing to spend that much on me, I'd imagine they've spent even more on you. I would assume your office, car and home have more bugs than the mattress in a cheap motel. We need to talk and go over what I've found. I'll call you in about an hour to let you know where." "I'll have our security guys do a full sweep here in the meantime," Ms. Wilford said. "Oh, and you should probably warn Marc too. Even if you did fire him." "Not following orders like he did, he can go fuck a duck." Ms. Wilford hung up. "Ooooo-kay," Tracy said to the dead line. She put the phone away and looked up and down the street, weighing her options. After a couple of minutes, she headed for the petrol station one block over. Five increasingly sweaty minutes later, she walked through the doors and was met by a cold, almost frigid blast of air. For a second, Tracy just stood there, feeling actual goosebumps on her bare arms. She pushed the suitcase to the giant fridge in the back and grabbed a couple of cans of it-may-not-taste-like-oranges-but-at-least-it's-got-the-colour-right energy drink. After a few seconds' hesitation, she also grabbed one of the untouched-by-human-hands-and-should-probably-stay-that-way sandwiches, checking its date to make sure it wasn't expired. Then she headed for the cash register. The pimply-faced teen behind the plexiglass screen took a few moments to notice Tracy and look up from his phone. When she had paid, Tracy asked to borrow the key to the bathroom. "That's for customers only," he pointed out. "I kind of figured as much." Tracy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Her diaper had absorbed enough sweat to feel uncomfortably hot and itchy. The teen stared at her blankly through the plexiglass; Tracy stared back. She slowly lifted one of the cans she had just paid for and slowly waved it back and forth. "I bought these." "You don't have a car," the teen said smugly. He was clearly enjoying the tiny measure of power he felt like he had. "No gas, no piss," he added unnecessarily. He moved to stand between Tracy and the hubcap the petrol station apparently used as a key ring as if he was worried she could reach through the barrier to grab it from its hook on the wall. "Seriously..." Tracy looked at the name tag, "...Bob? Is this really how you want to do this?" She tried to sound menacing, but knew that it wasn't working. "Fine, be that way." Tracy turned and left. On her way out, she stopped at an elaborately stacked display of cans of motor oil. She moved a few of the bottom ones to deliberately make the whole display unbalanced. "Come on; really?" Bob said. "Do you have to do that? It took me forever to stack those." "Well, I think it looks better like this." Tracy nudged one of the bottom cans with her foot, making the whole thing wobble. "But then again, if I were a customer, I might care a little more about not making the lives of the employees here more miserable than they already are." "Fine fine fine. You win." Bob grabbed the hubcap from the wall and pushed it through the barely large enough slot in the barrier. "Now will you please stop?" "Of course," Tracy said with a smile. She grabbed the hubcap and headed for the door to the bathroom next to Bob's plexiglass cage. She could see him breathe a sigh of relief as she moved away from the wobbly display of motor oil. Once inside the bathroom, Tracy locked the door, put her diaper bag on top of the suitcase and opened it. She dug around inside until she found a thick, plain plastic bag and her box of baby wipes. Then she undid her jeans, pulling them down. The white plastic backing of her diapers peeked out over the top of her bright pink boxer briefs. They weren't really her style but they were a compromise between Tracy's more girly panties, which looked ridiculous over the diapers, and the big plastic panties Kat sometimes wanted her to wear to prevent leaks. Tracy pulled the briefs down as well and tore the tapes open, ripping the plastic backing. As she pulled off the diaper, the smell of stale sweat rose from it. Tracy was suddenly very glad she hadn't used the diaper before this whole thing started. Tracy put the diaper in the sink and cleaned herself off with the wipes as best she could, putting the used ones in the diaper before rolling it up and putting it in the plastic bag and tying it closed. For a few moments she thought about putting on a fresh diaper, but decided against it. When she pulled the briefs back up, there was a familiar feeling like there was something missing, and when she pulled up the jeans, they too felt oddly loose. Tracy smiled. She loved the roomy feeling of not wearing diapers after having worn them for a while almost as much as the tightness of having just put one on. Tracy checked herself in the mirror one more time, then she flushed the toilet for appearances' sake and washed her hands. When she exited the bathroom, she saw that the display of cans had been fixed and Bob was back in his cage. She put the hubcap on the counter and slid it through the slot in the plexiglass. "Have a lovely day Bob," she said with an obviously fake cheerfulness and left, resisting the urge to kick the display on the way out. Tracy put the plastic bag with her diaper in one of the dumpsters next to the petrol station and then she headed back up the street. When she reached the parking garage, Tracy waved to Jamal before heading down the ramp, but he was too busy with his crossword puzzle to give her more than a quick nod. Tracy sat down inside the rear hatch of Marko's car and watched him crawl around the back of her van, waving around what looked like three different devices duct-taped together. "Want a drink?" she offered as she cracked open one of the cans she had bought. Marko looked at her, his eyes comically enlarged by the goggles he was wearing. "Don't touch the stuff. Rots your brain." "Since when? You used to have a six-can-a-day habit." "Like I said: New diet." Marko ducked back inside the van. Tracy took a bite out of her sandwich and chewed the rubbery cheese. She watched her van rock as Marko moved around inside it, muttering to himself "Now where the fuck are you hiding you little sshhhi- Gotcha!" Marko emerged from the back of the van. "That's the last one," he said and dropped the bug into the coffee can. "Seven locators and two microphones. Somebody really wanted to keep tabs on you." Tracy nodded and swallowed the final bite of the sandwich, washing it down with a mouthful of synthetic orange flavour. Then she got up and grabbed the coffee can. "So what are you doing with those?" Marko asked as he picked up his tools. "Oh, I figured I'd give 'them' something to follow," Tracy said and began walking down along the other parked cars, planting one bug on each of them. Then she gave Marko back the coffee can and handed him the spare key to her office. "Just leave the key with Jamal when you're done." Marko took the key and picked up his big toolbox, locking his car and activating an absurd number of alarms. "Oh, and Marko," Tracy said as she got into her car, "stay the hell out of my medicine cabinet." *** Tracy tried to figure out where it would be safe to meet Ms. Wilford. She wanted somewhere loud enough that it would be hard to bug, and also outdoors so she could keep an eye on her car to make sure nobody bugged it again. She finally decided on the downtown street market. It took Tracy less than twenty minutes to reach the market. The music from half a dozen stereo systems and countless conversations formed a near-constant noise that would mask most conversations. Tracy parked her car near a food truck and sent a message to Ms. Wilford where to meet her. Then she went to get some proper lunch. Tracy was halfway through a plate of barbecue when Ms. Wilford showed up. She wiped her hands on a napkin and waved her over. Tracy had found a table right below a speaker blasting some generic k-pop. When she sat down, Ms. Wilford gave the food a disdainful look. "What the hell is that?" she asked. "Menu just says 'meat'," Tracy said. She pushed the plate to the middle of the small table. "Want some? It's pretty good." Ms. Wilford pushed the plate back towards Tracy with a single finger. She looked like there had been a dead rat on the plate. "I'll pass." Tracy shrugged and put her napkin over the plate. This pretence of hiding the food seemed to put Ms. Wilford more at ease. "So why did you want to meet me here?" "We need to figure out what's going on, and my office hasn't been debugged yet. And based on the number of bugs we found just in my car, it's going to be a while until yours is clean too." "That bad?" "Seven location trackers and two mikes." Tracy held up nine fingers for emphasis. She could see Ms. Wilford almost whistle. "I don't think the ransomware attack was a blackmail attempt," Tracy continued. "I mean, yes they tried to blackmail you, but that was just to cover up for something else. Otherwise they would have already given you the password or contacted you with a new demand for not following their instructions. I'm guessing that neither of those two have happened." Ms. Wilford nodded affirmatively. "So in a way, Marc's clumsy attempt to save the day was actually helpful. Just not in the way he thought it would be." "He's still fired though. I can't have an assistant who can't follow simple orders." "He tried to shoot me. I don't care if he never works again. But if whoever bugged me also bugged you, it's reasonable to assume he's bugged too. So you should probably let him know so he doesn't reveal anything to whoever did it." Ms. Wilford considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Good point. But we still need to figure out whoever's behind this." "Yeah, I've been giving that some thought." Tracy suddenly felt like a character in one of her hardboiled detective novels and wondered if the whole conversation would have been ever cooler in black and white. "Obviously following the money is a good starting point. When you hired me, you said that using a backup instead of paying the ransom wouldn't really affect you too badly, right?" "Yeah. We lost the logs from a couple of routine meetings and a deposition." "And when was the, uh..." Tracy hesitated momentarily, "...recording, of you and Marc made?" "A couple of days before the system was locked." "So it's safe to assume whoever did this had at least partial access to your systems for at least that long." Ms. Wilford nodded again. "The deposition. Big case?" "It's a divorce case; with lots of money that we can't find." "And losing those logs is a big setback?" "Pretty big, yeah." Tracy could see how being reminded of this annoyed Ms. Wilford. Tracy really wished she had a fedora she could tip to just the right angle. She leaned in closer. "I think it's all connected to that case. Would you set up a meeting with your client when your office has been debugged? I think we need some more information before deciding on how to proceed." Ms. Wilford rose. "I'll call you tomorrow. Same number?" "Yep. I'll let you know if it changes." "Good. And next, I pick where we meet." Ms. Wilford turned and left without waiting for an answer. Tracy waited a little while, but the plate of luke-warm meat looked less appealing with every passing minute, and the music was beginning to annoy her. Eventually she got up and walked back to her car. leaving the rapidly cooling food behind. Once inside the car, Tracy called Kat. She put the phone on speaker while she slowly made her way from the street market. "Hello Häschen," Kat purred when she finally answered. "How are you doing?" "I've had better days." "Aww. You sound like you need a hug." "Yeah..." Tracy paused. "Look, my place is off-limits until Marko gives it the all-clear. Do you mind if we just stay in tonight? I really don't feel like going out and also, my wardrobe is kind of limited to what I'm wearing right now." "Of course sweetie. Do you still want me to come pick you up?" "Nah. I'll come to your place. It'll be safer." "Are you sure you're all right?" Kat sounded worried. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Want me to bring anything? Take-out or something?" "Nah. I'm making dinner. Oh, maybe pick up something to drink. Not any of those terrible energy drinks of yours. Wine; red wine. Something that goes with a spicy tomato sauce." "I can manage that. Anything else?" "Uhh... no, I can't think of anything else." "OK, see you in..." Tracy checked her watch, "... about an hour or so?" "Can't wait, my little bunny." Kat made kissy-noises before hanging up. Tracy put the phone back in her pocket and began making a mental list of what she needed to do. Her regular phone was probably not infected with some kind of malware, but she had wirelessly tagged enough phones herself to know that she couldn't be sure. Her computer was almost certainly infected with something. Anybody bugging her office would have to be a complete moron to ignore the computer. And who knew what could be hiding on any one of the thumb drives. Tracy stopped outside a small electronics store and bought a new thumb drive, making sure it had a write-protection switch. She plugged it into her phone and went online to download the programs she needed to clean up her computer and her regular phone. "OK. Wine," Tracy said to herself. She resisted the temptation to head for a store with expensive wines. The chance of impressing Kat was weighed against the impossibly snooty attitude of the people who invariably worked in stores like that. Instead, she stopped at what looked more like a mid-range liquor store. The clerk was still snooty, but not intolerably so, and recommended a few different bottles that he said would work with the dish Tracy described. She pretended to think about it for a few seconds, then picked a bottle at random. Back in the car, Tracy headed for the junk yard where Kat was still staying. At a red light, she had the creepy feeling of somebody watching her. There was a dark blue SUV she was sure she'd seen before. Tracy felt an uncomfortable knot in her stomach as it followed her through the turn. She turned left at the next light; the car was still there, two cars back. "Well, that's not good," Tracy muttered to herself. She looked in the mirror again. The windows of the SUV were tinted so she couldn't really see who was inside. If it was somebody following her, she needed some way of finding out. At the next light, Tracy didn't drive when it turned green. She just sat there, checking the mirror. It took about 3.2 seconds before the cars behind her began revving their engines or honking their horns. A second or two more and one of the cars behind her pulled out around her, the passenger giving her the finger as they passed. Another car followed closely behind the first. The SUV didn't move. Just before the light turned red, Tracy stepped on the accelerator, making the van leap forward. She turned the wheel frantically to turn down a narrow side street amid a cacophony of horns. No-one followed her. Tracy kept going a little while longer before turning back onto a regular street. Over the next half an hour, she slowly made her way to the junk yard, taking numerous detours, doubling back and using every other trick she could remember for spotting a tail. She couldn't see any other cars that could be following her. "God, I'm turning into Marko. Next I'll be wearing a tin foil hat and worrying about the contamination of my precious bodily fluids." Tracy took a final look in the mirror before stopping outside the gate to the junk yard. She left the car to unlock the gate in the chainlink fence and push it open. After driving through and locking the gate behind her, she waved at Diego who had come out to see who opened the gate. "I see the alarm is working. Sorry. I didn't think you had turned it on yet," Tracy called out as she climbed back inside her van. "You staying the night?" "Probably." Diego nodded and went back inside. Tracy drove further in and parked next to Kat's shack. She grabbed the wine, slung her bag over her shoulder and dragged the suitcase with all her drones to Kat's door and knocked. ***

Mission Improbable (Part 4 of 13) "Fuuuuuuuck!" Tracy's drawn-out curse was directed at the universe in general and her lack of progress in particular. She crumpled up the printout she had been working on. It was a rainbow of highlighter ink and pencil notes. She had gone through nearly all the records from the companies near the parking lot, and so far she had only found one lead that had looked promising. Of course, that lead had also turned out to be a dead end. Just somebody using the network to watch porn in the middle of the night. Tracy only had three sets of records left. Thankfully, those records were digital. Tracy cursed the other companies for having wasted her time by only giving her hardcopies. You'd think they'd want to be more cooperative with something as official-sounding as the I.D.I.O.D. Tracy looked out of the office window at the rooftops shimmering in the afternoon sun. The only sound in her office was the slight rattle of the air conditioning unit and a low hum that was a mixture of the cheap fluorescent lights and the traffic a couple of streets away. Kat had dropped Tracy off at her van after they had visited the last of the companies she wanted records from, leaving Tracy to do the boring part of her job. "Now you be a good, little girl while mommy runs some errands and maybe you'll get a treat," she had said and kissed Tracy's cheek. Tracy worried a little about Kat's mommy kick. Whatever was on her mind was obviously a big deal and Tracy was pretty sure it had something to do Kat's... ex-wife? It still felt weird to think of Kat as married. She decided that she would have to continue their talk the next time they were together. Just then Tracy's phone buzzed briefly Kat: Soooo, wie geht's? Find anything useful? Tracy: Nothing yet. Only 2 left. Kinda buzzed frm hi-litr fumes ;) The reply came almost immediately. Kat: Well-behaved little bunnies don't get high without their mommies. ;-) Tracy couldn't help rolling her eyes. She stuck a pencil behind her ear, put her thumb in her mouth and made bambi-eyes at the camera as she took a picture and sent it to Kat. She knew she shouldn't play into Kat's refusal to deal with her issues, but mommy-and-bunny-time was their thing and she didn't want it to stop; even if Kat sometimes took it a bit further than Tracy liked. The phone buzzed again. Kat: Aww... Is my little Häschen still padded and comfy? Or does she need a change? Tracy: Still wearing & still dry. Kat: Enjoy the afternoon. Mommy will come pick you up at seven tonight. :-* Tracy read that last message a couple of times, going over it in her mind. "Mommy", not "I". Is she planning on keeping this up tonight? I guess we're going to have to a little discussion about that. Tracy returned her attention to the computer that was busy cross-referencing the information she had already entered with the records from the last two companies. So far, nothing looked out of the ordinary. It was already at just over forty percent. Another half hour or so and it should be done. Tracy turned her chair around and put her feet up on the windowsill. Looking out of the window, she saw a man working on an antenna on the roof of the building across the street. He wasn't wearing a uniform and when Tracy got up and looked down on the street, she couldn't see anything that looked like a company truck. Tracy rolled the drone suitcase over to the desk and opened it. She brought out one of her medium-sized drones and carefully put it on the desk. Next she turned on the remote control unit and pulled out the control cable, letting it hang over the edge like a fat, yellow, spiralling snake. After opening the window a little bit, Tracy rolled the suitcase over to her sofa and laid down. She moved her hair out of the way and plugged the control cable into the socket behind her right ear. Tracy felt her body grow heavy as the familiar sensation of the security paralysis set in. When the tunnel vision began, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the drone's sensory input replace her own. After a few more seconds of darkness, Tracy found herself on the football-field-sized desktop, looking at her own giant body. She looked up and down, left and right, testing the movement of the camera. Stretching her fingers, she could feel her little pincers scrape against the fake wood. A quick thought turned the rotors on, momentarily drowning out all other sound. The noise-cancelling software activated soon enough, reducing it to a low hiss. Then, with a twitch of her buttocks, Tracy took off. Tracy hovered above the giant desk for a few seconds. Then, she slowly flew towards the window, slipping out through the barely big enough crack. The updraught from the street made Tracy shoot up and almost hit an air conditioning unit on the floor above. She cut the throttle and gravity pulled her in a graceful arc that gave her a little distance from the wall. At the apex of the arc, Tracy nudged the throttle back up and stabilised herself. She hovered for a few moments, getting her bearings, and then headed across the street. Tracy increased her altitude to get a better view of the rooftop. The man was still there. Tracy circled, trying to get a look at his face, but his cap and the fact that he was looking down all the time prevented her from seeing anything other than his rather large ears. Landing on another antenna, Tracy crawled down to get a better angle. She almost had it when the man looked up and immediately dove to the ground, rolling behind a ventilation duct. What the hell? Before she had a chance to do anything other than power her rotors back up again, the man popped back up and pointed a... something at her. Tracy's field of vision tumbled end over end as her rotors lost power and her controls froze. She fell uncontrollably, hitting a junction box at the base of the antenna before coming to rest upside down on the roof. Tracy was about to try disconnecting and reconnecting when she saw the man vault over the duct he had been hiding behind. She barely had time to snap a quick picture of his face before she was treated to a close-up of his boot, coming down hard on the camera. Tracy's eyes shot open. The sofa felt like it was a boat in a storm. It took a couple of precious seconds before she had control of her limbs again and could pull the control cable from her skull. "Fuuuck," Tracy breathed. There was still a residual tingling in her hands and feet from the safety paralysis and abrupt disconnection, but she rolled off the sofa and crawled over to the window, carefully peeking out at the building across the street. The roof was empty, at least as far as she could see, although there were plenty of places to hide. Tracy grabbed her pepper spray and ran out, barely pausing to make sure the door locked behind her. She ran down the stairs, almost tripping over some cardboard boxes on the second floor and emerged from her building into the baking sun. The door of the building right across the street was locked and refused to budge when Tracy shook it. Peering into the narrow alley between the building and its neighbour, Tracy saw a fire escape. She had to climb onto a garbage container to reach it and as she climbed it, it creaked ominously and sprinkled flakes of rust into the alley below. Panting for breath, Tracy reached the top of the fire escape. She crouched and quickly peeked over the edge of the roof. She couldn't see anybody, but there were more than enough of places to hide. Tracy slipped over the edge and crouch-ran to the nearest vent. Gripping the pepper spray tightly, Tracy slowly made her way towards the antenna, ducking from cover to cover. Tracy reached her goal without seeing anyone. She crouched silently and listened, but couldn't hear anything. Suddenly there was a screech of tires and the roar of a powerful engine. Tracy rushed to the edge of the roof and looked down, catching the rear of a black car turning the corner at high speed a block down the street. Tracy walked back to the antenna the man had been working on. Examining it more closely, she realised it was some kind of directional antenna and that it was pointed right at her office window. The control box at the base of the antenna was still open and Tracy crouched down to get a closer look. "Yeah, that's going to need a specialist to figure out," she said to herself. Tracy pulled out her multitool and detached the top of the antenna and the control box from the pole and tucked them both under her arm. The roof access door turned out to still be unlocked, a piece of duct tape having been taped across the lock, so Tracy could just take the stairs down instead of the fire escape. Once she was on the street, she headed for the parking garage. The security booth was shockingly empty. "Jamal?" Tracy called, the absence of the ever-present, old security guard suddenly worrying her. "Jamal!" "Hold your horses, I'm coming. Just gimme a minute." The voice came from around the corner. Tracy hurried there and saw Jamal closing and locking a well-concealed door. "It's getting to be so bad that an old man can't even go to the bathroom," he grumbled as he walked back towards his booth. "Jamal, this is important. I need you to check your tapes to see if a car drove past here the last three or four minutes. A black one." "With lots of horsepower? And a driver who's still not entirely used to it?" "You saw it?" "Nah." Jamal shook his head. "Heard it though. Plus those are a dead giveaway." He pointed at the skid marks on the street in front of the parking garage exit. "It was in here?" Tracy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. "How long?" Jamal put his newspaper down next to the old computer terminal in his booth and tapped a few keys. "You in some kind of trouble again?" he asked as he frowned at the screen and then tapped a few more keys. "I'm beginning to think I might be." "Ah, there we are. It came in here about five hours ago, prepaid for a day." Jamal squinted at the camera feed while he fiddled with the controls, skipping back and forwards on the recording. "Looks like the same guy in the car both coming and going." He jotted something down on the corner of his newspaper, before tearing it off and handing the scrap of paper to Tracy. "I'm guessing you want the license plate," he said with a wink. "Thanks." Tracy knew that there weren't any cameras inside the garage itself. That was one of the reasons she used it. Now that had come back to bite her in the arse. Five hours was more than enough time to bug her car before going up to the roof to work on the antenna. Tracy thought back. Five hours ago she had been out of the office, pretending to be a government agent. Shit! They could have gotten to the office as well. "Jamal, can I borrow your phone?" "Yeah, sure." Jamal fished out a positively ancient phone and handed it to Tracy. She racked her brain until she remembered the number she wanted. The phone rang while she tapped her foot impatiently. After what felt like forever, a gruff voice answered. "You have five seconds before I hang up." "Marko, it's Tracy. I'm going to need you to make good on that favour you owe me." "I thought we were even after I helped you with that redhead with the huuuuge-" "Okay, okay," Tracy interrupted. "I still need that favour though." There was an exasperated sigh on the other end. "What?" "I need a complete clean-up. Two-room flat and a car." "That's a pretty big favour. It's not going to be free." "Fine," Tracy said through gritted teeth. Marko's services weren't cheap, but he was one of the best counter-surveillance guys she knew. Besides, I can probably bill Ms. Wilford for it. "How old is... the dirt?" Marko asked. Tracy rolled her eyes at Marko's insistence on using code phrases. The man was professionally paranoid, which was annoying, but also made him very good at his chosen profession. "Probably no more than four hours, but it might be as old as twenty-four." "And is it a rush order?" "Marko, It's my own office and car we're talking about here, so yes, it is a bit of a rush order." "Fine, fine. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Oh you have no idea just how bunched-up my underwear feels right about now. Tracy sighed. "Just do me a favour and do the car first." "Yeah, yeah. I'll be right over." Tracy hung up and handed the phone back to Jamal. "Sounds like you're in more than just a little trouble." Jamal put the phone back in his pocket and sat down. "Yeah, I might be," Tracy admitted. "Look, I need to get some stuff from my office. If a guy that looks like a cross between Santa and a Russian mobster shows up looking for my van, could you let him know where it is?" "Sure. Your usual spot?" "Yeah. I'll just leave this here." Tracy put the antenna and control box down next to Jamal's chair. "I'll be right back." *** Tracy jogged across the street and took the elevator up to her floor. Once she was in her flat, she grabbed the bright yellow bag containing all of her diapers. It was the only thing she was sure couldn't have been bugged. If Marko was coming to do a complete bug sweep, she wanted the bag out of the flat. Marko was good at his job, but he was also pathologically curious, so she had no intentions of leaving him alone with anything embarrassing. Next Tracy grabbed her laptop, external hard drive, her box of thumb drives and all the printouts and put them in the suitcase with her drones and the remote control gear. She considered slipping into the bathroom to get rid of her diaper, but since she had no idea if there were hidden cameras, she decided against it. Good thing I didn't wet it yet. She gave her office one last, quick check before pushing the suitcase out and locking the door. While waiting for the elevator, Tracy pulled out her phone and turned it off. Then she pulled the SIM-card and and the high-capacity storage chip and put them both in a plastic pocket in the back of her little notebook. Let's see you try to bug my phone now. When Tracy rolled her suitcase up to Jamal's booth, he was back in his usual position: Chair tilted up against the back wall of his booth, the newspaper crossword puzzle on his lap, one pencil in his hand and a spare one behind his ear. He looked up as the wheels on Tracy's suitcase rattled across a grate. "No communist Santa yet," he said. "It's still early. Marko takes a lot of detours. To 'throw off whoever's tailing him' or whatever his paranoid delusion du jour is. "He a member of the tinfoil hat brigade?" "If he's off his meds, yeah, then he's nuttier than squirrel shit. But if he was, he'd never leave his bunker to help me out." Jamal nodded and returned his attention to the crossword puzzle. "Giant Gaul; starts with an 'A'?" "Asterix?" Tracy suggested. "Only five letters. And besides, Obelix was the big one." Jamal sucked the top of his pencil. "Then I don't know." Tracy sat down on the curb next to the booth. The next five minutes passed in silence. "So, what is this thing?" Jamal asked and nodded towards the antenna next to his chair. Tracy shrugged. "I don't know exactly. It's some kind of antenna that the guy in the car had pointed right at my office." "That doesn't sound very good." "Sure doesn't. I'm hoping maybe Marko can tell me just what it is." Again, Jamal just nodded and they sat in silence a while longer. Tracy was just about to get up and stretch her legs a little when an old, tan van rumbled up the street, turned into the parking garage and sputtered to a stop. Behind the wheel was a huge beard with a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap on top. It almost looked like Cousin Itt wearing a disguise. "New car Marko?" Tracy asked sarcastically? "Go ahead and laugh," he said, lowering the sunglasses to look at her over the top of them. "But they can't mess with the electronics if the only electronics is the radio. I'm not dying in a mysterious single-car accident. Nuh-uh." "Riiight." Tracy rose with a grunt. She slung the diaper bag over one shoulder, tucked the antenna under her arm and then grabbed the handle of her suitcase. "Jamal? Just put him on my tab, would you?" "Sure, sure," Jamal said and just waved Marko through as he raised the boom. Marko followed Tracy down the ramp to her car. He parked next to it and opened the door, easing his considerable bulk out with a groan from the car's suspension. "Wanna take a look at this before we start?" Tracy held out the antenna. "I guess. What is it?" Marko switched out the sunglasses with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. "I was kinda hopin' you could tell me." Marko poked around in the control box, moving wires around to get a better look at the circuit boards. After a minute or two, he looked up with an expression like a junkie looking at a pile of his favourite drug marked with 'Free samples'. "Can I have this? Please? I've wanted one of these for ages." "Depends. What is it?" "Super-sensitive electromagnetic sensor." "Sooo, not a bug?" "Oh, this is not 'a bug'. This is a highly sophisticated piece of surveillance equipment. This puppy can detect the radiation coming from a computer screen with so much detail that it can basically read a screen through a wall." Tracy swallowed. This was sounding more and more worrying. "Are you sure? That sounds awfully sophisticated for a bunch of ransomware hackers." Marko chuckled. "Tell you what, you let me have this thing, I'll give your stuff the full scrub and still let you say I owe you one." Tracy had to stop herself from whistling. "Throw in one of your burner phones and we have a deal." Marko nodded and opened the side door of his van, putting the antenna and control box inside. He rummaged around in a plastic storage bin and pulled out a mobile phone, still sealed in its plastic packaging and tossed it to Tracy. Then he got a big tool box out and closed the door. "Mind checking this stuff first?" Tracy opened the suitcase and removed the printouts, but leaving all the electronics in place. "Not the other bag?" Marko asked. "I've had it with me all day. No way they could have got to it." "Fair enough." ***

Bear in mind that I'm not a mod on the site (and I think we should all thank whatever higher powers we believe in for that), but I was part of the discussion when the rules were drawn up. I'm not one hundred percent certain, so you might want to wait for an official ruling, but I believe we defined "adult" as both physically and mentally adult, and "underage" as not meeting one or both of these criteria. So to reply to your four examples, my guess would be : Probably yes (provided the boys in the example don't have any developmental issues and they are only behaving childishly). As to whether the "adult caregiver" is a close relative or not... Well, that's a different kettle of fish. Maybe (It would probably depend on how the younger character goes about pretending to be a preteen. After all, I can't think of too many eighteen-year-olds that make believable twelve-year-olds, let alone even younger.) I'd guess almost certainly a hard no. And the fact that you yourself put "consentual" in quotation marks should tell you that you knew the answer to this one. Also, saying that a well-known author wrote a story like that doesn't make it better. A lot of things have been done before without that making them OK. Definitely no. Physically and mentally adult means just what it says. Now, like I said, I'm not a mod, but since it's been almost a week since you posted your questions, I figured you should get some kind of answer, even if it is technically unofficial. I'm sure that if I got anything wrong, the mods will post a corrected ruling.

Mission Improbable (Part 3 of 13) Tracy steeled herself before opening the car door. The comfortably warm morning had turned into a miserably hot and muggy day. She was feeling sweaty despite the air conditioning in Kat's car. The grey pantsuit she was wearing didn't help. The fabric felt itchy and stiff compared to the cotton and synthetics she usually wore, but it did make her look more official; more like a government employee. In addition to the uncomfortable clothes, her diaper felt hot and clammy, even though she hadn't used it. At least not yet. Tracy looked over at Kat, who looked infinitely more comfortable in a crisp, black suit and tie. Her usually messy hair was slicked back and she looked more like an agent in some shadowy government agency that shouldn't be named, than the semi-legal drug-dealer and part time dominatrix she was. A part of Tracy's mind wondered if the suit was one of her 'work'-outfits, while another part didn't want to know the answer to that question. "How many more?" Kat asked. She sounded like she was bored and beginning to regret tagging along. "Only two more." Tracy tried to sound more cheerful than she was. If Kat was bored, she might decide to make things more interesting by embarrassing Tracy in some subtle way that would go unnoticed by everyone else, but would still make her feel incredibly self-conscious. "I still can't believe they give you the info, just like that." Tracy grinned. "The whole trick is to have the right attitude. You have to... sort of give off this air of entitlement. Like when you ask questions, you expect them to be answered immediately and respectfully; when you ask them to do something, you expect immediate compliance." Kat grinned and arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not a closet domme?" "Fuck you," Tracy rolled her eyes at Kat. Kat kept grinning. "Is that supposed to be an insult or a to-do list?" Tracy sighed. "Can you at least try to take this seriously?" "Yes ma'am. Absolutely ma'am." Kat quipped back and opened the car door. The outside heat overwhelmed the air conditioning and forced Tracy out as well. She stood and adjusted her jacket. She knew her diaper was thin enough not to cause a noticeable bulge, but it still felt huge. "Ready?" Tracy took a deep breath and tried to shift her attitude to 'I-expect-immediate-compliance'. "Yeah. Let's just get this over with." Kat put on her sunglasses. "I'm beginning to think that your idea of staying in bed wasn't so bad." Tracy didn't answer. She just gave a little smile and walked towards the entrance to the ambitiously named ProtoDev Global. The door was locked, but when Tracy knocked on the glass, the woman at the front desk looked up from her screen and buzzed them in. Tracy stepped inside the blessedly cool front office. "Yes? How can I help you?" the woman asked. She looked at Kat who had taken up position by the front door and stood at a parade rest that would have made a drill sergeant weep with pride. "Ah, "We're with the Internet Data Integrity and Oversight Division." Tracy flashed her ID, making sure her thumb was covering the name of her fictitious agency. "I.D.I.O.D.?" the secretary asked hesitantly. Tracy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes yes, make the jokes and get it out of your system. I'm just glad they didn't find a word beginning with T instead of Division." "Treaty?" the woman suggested. "Not. Helping," Tracy replied icily. "Look, we need to speak to whoever's in charge of your IT-department." "That'd be me," the woman said. "Right. Last night someone used a network in this area for some activities that I'm not at liberty to discuss. I would appreciate it if you could check to see if there was any unusual traffic on your network between one and one-fifteen last night." "Don't you need a warrant for that kind of information?" Tracy took a deep breath. "How many networks do you think you can access from here?." "A lot?" "Yeah. And if I want to root through their records, I need a separate warrant for every single network. Do you have any idea how much paperwork I have to fill out for every single one of those warrants?" Tracy leaned on the desk and spoke quietly. "I'm not asking you to give me the data. I just want to find out if there's any point to filling out all that paperwork. If they didn't use your network, that's one less warrant to fill out." "Is that legal?" "Technically, yes. After all, you're not giving me the data, you're just checking for suspicious activity. And if you happen to find anything, you're just being a concerned citizen by letting me know that I should get a warrant. Or, if it's OK with your legal department, you could give me the data. That would probably be the least disruptive course of action. For your business, I mean." Tracy glanced back at Kat who had barely moved a muscle. Her living statue act was really quite unnerving. "I have to check on some things. Do you mind waiting a couple of minutes?" "Not at all." Tracy watched the woman disappear through the door to the back of the building. She leaned forward and glanced surreptitiously at the computer. She hadn't locked it before leaving. Tracy looked around for surveillance cameras. Not seeing any, she brought out black box the size of a pack of cards. Tracy nonchalantly put it on the front desk next to the computer and pressed the button on it. If she's this careless, why shouldn't I give myself access. The button flashed green a couple of times, signalling that it had copied the necessary credentials to access the system. Tracy slipped it back in her jacket pocket and looked back at Kat who still hadn't moved. A small bead of sweat was making its way down the side of her neck where the sunlight hit it. Tracy walked over to Kat and leaned against the wall next to her. "What do you think?" Tracy asked quietly. "I bet she'll say that legal insists on a warrant before letting you know anything," Kat whispered, barely moving her lips "Oh? What makes you think that?" "Come on, there's no way they're not doing something shady, if not downright criminal back there." "I don't know." Kat pulled her sunglasses down her nose and looked at Tracy over the top of them. "Tell you what, I'll make you a bet. If they let you know anything at all, I'll take you out for dinner tonight." "And if they don't?" Kat leaned closer. "You're still dry, aren't you?" she whispered. "Kat," Tracy hissed. "If they want a warrant to let you know anything at all, we're not leaving this building until you're wet. I'm guessing you should have some 'reserves' ready to make that happen." Kat smiled almost imperceptibly and pushed the sunglasses back up. Before Tracy had a chance to reply, the door opened and the woman returned. Tracy walked back to the front desk. "I'm sorry," she said. "But our attorney says, and let me get this right, 'if you want to go fishing in our pond, you'd better have a permit'." Kat touched her ear. Then she cleared her throat. "Agent Hopper?" she said, "HQ needs us to handle a leak." Tracy had to force herself not to roll her eyes. "Seriously?" she asked. "Orders," Kat replied curtly and shrugged. Tracy leaned on the front desk and sighed heavily. She tried to make it sound like a sigh of frustration as she let go. The diaper was hot and clammy enough that there's wasn't even the usual warm rush. Instead, the itching was replaced by a momentary swelling feeling as the trickle increased to a steady stream. For a few moments, Tracy felt the wetness pool between her legs. How the hell is she able to make me agree to do this with a single word? And actually make me go through with it too. It's not like I'd ever come up with this on my own. Peeing in my diaper in front of a complete stranger, like I'm a... baby? Is she just doing more mommy-things? Mommy-domming? Mommynatrixing? Tracy could already feel the diaper begin to swell. In a minute she would be waddling in a very un-governmental-agent manner. She tried to clamp down and stop it so she wouldn't have a leak, but it was no use. Luckily she hadn't had a full bladder so the stream soon turned back into a trickle and stopped completely. "I guess we'd better go handle that leak then," Tracy said and rolled her eyes. She pushed herself away from the desk and turned to walk to the door. Kat opened it and the blast of hot air from the outside instantly made Tracy feel sweaty. The fresh heat trapped around her crotch didn't exactly help; nor did the flush of shame from having done what she just did. "We'll be back with that warrant later," Tracy said over her shoulder. "Unless the other companies have what we need," she added just before the door closed behind them. Making a conscious effort to not waddle, Tracy headed for the car. "Why do you do that?" "What do you mean?" Kat opened the passenger side door of the van for Tracy. "Make me... you know..." "Well, you are my little baby girl today. And good little girls do what their mommy tells them." "Kaaaat." "Now, no more whining. You get in the car before I just change you right here in the back seat." "Oh you wouldn't." Tracy stared at Kat who gave her a steely look. "Do you want to try me?" Kat said quietly, her voice a velvet glove around an iron fist. "No," Tracy admitted meekly. "Good. Now get in. We have to go back to HQ." Tracy eased herself inside. She knew it was impossible, but she could have sworn she heard the squelch that she felt when she sat down. Kat got in behind the wheel and put a hand on Tracy's knee. "Want to get changed before hitting the last place?" "Mm-hmm." Tracy nodded. "I don't think we'd be very credible as highly trained government agents if I waddled into the office like a duck." "A very cute duck though," Kat pointed out. Tracy just looked back at her. As they headed back to where they had parked the van, Tracy had to stop herself from trying to slide back and forth in her seat. The humiliation of having been made to wet herself in front of a stranger, didn't diminish the way her wet diaper felt. And did I actually get forced into doing it? After all, I could have just said no and just wet myself afterwards. Do I like this? It's terrifying, but it also feels really good, kind of like the first times I wore diapers... "Sweetie. No playing with yourself in public." Kat's voice interrupted Tracy's train of thought. Tracy quickly pulled her hand away from her crotch. She looked away, her cheeks burning. Why do I keep losing control like that when I'm with Kat? "Does my little girl want a little alone-time before I change her diaper?" Kat's question only made Tracy blush even harder. "No," she mumbled and focused her attention on the street outside. "Are you embarrassed Häschen?" Kat reached over to stroke Tracy's hair. "Why do you make me do this?" Tracy asked, still facing away. "I don't think it's fun at all." "First of all, I'm not making you wet yourself. You're choosing to do that yourself. And I'm only telling you to do these things because I think that deep down, you like it." "No I don't," Tracy protested. "It's humiliating." "That's what you said about wearing diapers too. Remember?" "That's different. I wasn't wearing them, and certainly not wetting them, in public." "Baby steps Häschen, baby steps." Kat pulled up next to Tracy's van that they had left parked in a back alley. "OK, we're here." Tracy opened the door and eased herself out of the car, wincing at the squishing sensation as she turned in her seat. She felt the diaper sag a little as she stood and hoped there hadn't been a leak on the short ride. Apparently Kat had read her mind again. "Relax. No wet spots," she said. Tracy opened the side door of the van and climbed inside. Kat locked her car before joining Tracy in the back of the van. She closed the door, plunging them both into the stuffy gloom. Kat sat down on the box behind the passenger seat and patted her lap. As Tracy sat down, she spread her legs so Tracy's diaper could hang between her thighs. Then she wrapped her arms around Tracy's waist and pulled her closer. "Are you upset with me?" Kat asked as she rested her chin on Tracy's shoulder. "It's just... Sometimes it feels kind of like you're working through your frustrations by going all mommy on me. Maybe we could try, I don't know, talking about it? Instead of having me piss myself in public, I mean." "The way you were behaving in the car tells me you did like it; even if you won't admit it." Kat played with Tracy's belt. "I'm serious Kat. You need to tell me what's bothering you." Tracy swatted Kat's hand away. Kat sighed heavily. "Fine. But promise you won't get weird about it all." "Kat, I'm sitting on your lap wearing a wet diaper and suspecting you're about five minutes away from gagging me with a giant pacifier. Who am I to be all judgy?" "Now that you mention it, a gag like that would be really cute." "Kat," Tracy said as sternly as her position allowed. "Fine, fine. But can you at least pretend to be my little baby girl and let me change you while we talk?" Tracy turned and looked at Kat. "Please?" Kat asked, suddenly sounding very small and insecure. Most of all, the tone in Kat's voice just made Tracy want to hug her and say that she didn't have to talk about it, but she realised that that wouldn't solve anything and this, whatever it was, was something that needed to be dealt with. "OK," Tracy said and rose. She checked that the curtain between the front of the van and the back was completely closed before beginning to undress. While Tracy took off her jacket and pulled down her pants, Kat spread a blanket out on the floor of the van. She had to push Tracy's bean bag chair and the suitcase with her drones all the way to the back of the car, but when she was done, there was enough room to lie down. Tracy, in the meantime, had kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants, and stood there wearing only a white shirt and her slightly sagging diaper. When Kat was done with the blanket, she squatted down and crawled onto the blanket before lying down and rolling over on her back. Kat spread Tracy's legs and knelt between them. "Aww, is my widdle baby girl wet?" she asked in a high-pitched voice. "Uh-huh." Tracy nodded. Then for good measure, she put her thumb in her mouth. "An I'm mot bun ye'," she said around the finger. If this doesn't get her talking, nothing will. "OK, wha' happeped las' nigh'?" Tracy asked. "Once upon a time," Kat began while she sat down on the blanket, resting Tracy's legs across her lap and slowly stroking Tracy's thigh. "Deep in the forest in a faraway land, was a magical town called... Urwald. And in Urwald lived a little girl named Katarina. Oh man, she's really going full out here. Tracy took the thumb out of her mouth long enough to ask "Was she a pretty princess?" "They didn't have princesses in Urwalt, but she was pretty. She had long, blonde hair, and she was smart. Really smart." "Just like you?" Tracy asked, playing along. "Yes, I guess. She loved playing in the woods and learning about all sorts of flowers and plants. Now, one day, a new family came to Urwald. They were a mommy and a daddy and two girls and a boy. They were kind of strange because they all only had one name. The mommy and daddy were called Sierra and Marley, and the children were Rosemary, Coriander and Basil." "Are you kidding?!?" Tracy looked at Kat in disbelief. Kat nodded seriously. "They came from a different country called Oregon, and only the grown-ups knew the language they spoke in Urwald. Well, they knew a little of it, but their children didn't. So some of the children in Urwald had to teach them." "Mm-hmm?" Tracy tried to seem interested as she felt a small trickle of pee escape her to tickle its way down to pool by her butt. "Now, since Katarina was the same age as Coriander, she got the job to teach her." "Makes sense," Tracy mumbled. "Coriander was smart too and she learned the language really quickly, and she and Katarina became really good friends. They did everything together. They went exploring in the woods, they played house together; they even practised kissing together." "Sounds like they were really good friends," Tracy said and grinned. "The best." Kat smiled wistfully. "In fact, when Katarina was thirteen and Coriander was fourteen, they ran away and planned to get married." "Mm-hmm." Tracy was beginning to see where this was headed. She took Kat's hand in hers and gently stroked it. "Kat? Did you run into your ex-girlfriend last night?" "Wife, actually." Kat looked down. "Wife?" "Yeah," Kat said sheepishly. "Cory and me actually did get married. The priest was high as a kite when he did it, but it's still valid." "And did she know you were... 'working'?" "OK, are you done?" Kat gave Tracy's diaper a little squeeze. "Kat?" Tracy asked, not letting her change the topic. "Not at first," Kat admitted. "But I think she figured it out." "Oh?" "My... date calling me 'Mistress Katarina' probably gave it away." "I guess. And what did she want? Or was it just random?" "I don't know. She did say she wanted to talk later." Kat crawled back between Tracy's legs and began undoing the tapes. "Now, is mommy's little bunny done?" she said, effortlessly slipping back into her mommy role. I guess I'm not getting anything more out of her yet. Tracy nodded and lifted her hips to let Kat pull the wet diaper out from under her. Kat spread her legs enough that Tracy' thighs rested on hers and her butt was hanging in mid-air. The cool touch of the wipes Kat used to clean her sent a shiver up Tracy's spine. Being cleaned like that was her second favourite thing about wearing diapers. Kat held up the tube of anti-rash cream. "Do you want the cream?" "Uh-huh." "Use your words Häschen. Do you want the cream?" "Yes please." Kat squirted out a generous amount on Tracy's mound and began to spread it out, making sure she got into every nook and cranny. When Kat's slick hand slipped between Tracy's buttocks, she giggled and twisted. "Stop fussing sweetie. We're almost done." Kat dried her hands and pulled a fresh diaper out of the bag she liked to call Tracy's diaper bag. She unfolded it and slid it in under Tracy's butt. Then she eased herself backwards, lowering Tracy onto the diaper. Kat cocked her head and looked at Tracy's crotch. "It's almost a shame to cover this up. Isn't it, my little, glazed doughnut?" Tracy just stuck out her tongue. Kat laughed and pulled the diaper up between Tracy's legs and taped it in place. She added a long strip of duct tape across the front in case she got some of the diaper cream on the tapes. "There, isn't that better?" Kat stroked the diaper. "Mmm-yeah." "Good, because you have to get dressed. There's still one more company that needs a visit from the idiot agents." Tracy sighed and rolled over. When she got up on all fours, Kat squeezed her diapered butt, making Tracy let out a surprised squeak. "Kat!" "Sorry, Mommy just couldn't resist. Your little baby butt just looked so adorable." Tracy stood and pulled on her pants, tucking the shirt inside. "You know we're not done talking about last night, right?" Kat shrugged non-committally and picked up the blanket, stuffing it into the diaper bag. ***

Mission Improbable (Part 2 of 13) When Tracy woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the blinds, there was a warm body hugging her from behind and her diaper felt swollen and damp. All things considered, not a bad way to start a day. As she stirred, one of the arms encircling her reached up to brush the hair away from her face. "Good morning," Kat purred in Tracy's ear. "Mmm." Tracy smiled and wriggled closer. "Did you have a good night?" "Mmm-yeah, and no." "Oh?" "Ransomware attack. They wanted me to ID the attackers. Should have been easy enough." "There was a snag?" "There was a snag." Tracy sighed. "What happened?" Tracy quickly summed up the events of the night before, leaving out the names of Marc and Ms. Wilford. When she got to the part about Marc shooting at her, Kat sat up. "He shot at you?!?" "Mm-hmm. Good thing he wasn't hired for his aim." "It's not funny," Kat said pointedly. "What if he'd hit you. He could have killed you." "I know. I just... I don't know what came over me. All I wanted to do was to duck behind something and hide, but my legs just didn't want to stop." "Stupid legs." Kat gave Tracy's thigh a playful, little slap. "And after your little Gus Sonnenberg moment? Then what? Did you find them?" "Who's Gus Sonnenberg?" "A wrestler back before the Second World War. Did a lot of flying tackles." Tracy blew a little raspberry at Kat. "You're such a nerd." "Come on, I can just see it. My little bunny jumping up and landing on Bob with a squish, her generously padded butt pinning him to the ground." "His name isn't Bob," Tracy pointed out. "And I wasn't wearing my diaper at the time." "Oh shush. My version is cuter and more cartoony." Kat reached down and gave Tracy's diaper a squeeze. "So if you weren't wearing your diaper in the rain, why is it wet?" Kat teasing her like this was nothing new, but it never failed to make Tracy blush. "Aww, did my little girl wet herself?" "Yeah," Tracy admitted in a whisper, hiding her face behind her hands. "And?" "Kaaat," she pleaded. "You have to saaaaay it," Kat sang. "Change me? Please?" Kat wriggled herself out from under Tracy. "On one condition: That you eat a proper breakfast." "Yes, mom." Tracy rolled her eyes. "Hey, I mean it. You can't live on that shit you're eating." "Okay, okay." Tracy knew better than to continue the discussion. She kicked the blanket aside and felt the warm sunlight on her bare skin. Lying exposed like that, wearing nothing but a diaper, and a wet one at that, would have been unthinkable for Tracy only a few months ago. But Kat had cured her of that. Tracy hated the expression, but one baby-step at a time, they had managed to make her comfortable enough to wear only her diapers. At least in her own bedroom. When she slept over at Kat's, she would still insist on wearing a comically oversized t-shirt as a night dress. "You know that if I change you, you're going to be wearing diapers all day, right?" Kat said in a mock-serious tone. That had been another one of their little rules: If Tracy put the diapers on herself, she was allowed to stop wearing them whenever she wanted. But if she asked Kat to do it, Kat got to be a bossy mom for the rest of the day and keep her in diapers for as long as she felt like. "Do I have to? I have to go out and talk to people today." "Hey, you're the one who came up with the rule. If you don't like it, you can always change yourself." "But I don't wanna," Tracy whined. "I like it better when you do it." "Aww. Is my little bunny feeling needy?" Kat stroked Tracy's cheek. "Maybe a little." Kat smiled and chuckled as she got out of bed. She took Tracy's hand and helped her up. Tracy felt the diaper sag a little as she stood. Kat led Tracy to the bathroom which was so small that there was barely enough room for the both of them to be in there at the same time. Kat slowly undid the tapes and pulled the diaper off Tracy, bundling it up and putting it in one of the plastic bags that Tracy had in the bathroom for just that purpose. She had made sure they were different from the ones she used for all her other trash so they'd be harder to trace back to her if anybody went dumpster diving. "OK Häschen, you get in the shower and get cleaned up, and mommy'll be waiting in the bedroom with a fresh diaper for you." Tracy felt it was a little weird that Kat referred to herself as 'mommy' when they were together like this, but Kat seemed to like it. Also, since Kat insisted her clients call her 'mistress' or 'ma'am', it helped Tracy separate their time together from Kat's job. Knowing that whatever they had together was different from what her clients had, made it feel even more special. "Now hop to it Häschen," Kat said and gave Tracy's butt a playful, little swat, derailing her train of thought. Then she squeezed past Tracy and left the bathroom. Tracy stood under the warm spray and felt the water rinse away the sweat and dirt from the night before. She hadn't realised how grimy and dirty she had been before looking down and seeing what the rain hadn't managed to wash away. How did Kat even bear to snuggle up to me like she did? Eventually Tracy felt clean enough and stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried herself and wrapped a dry towel around herself. It was a little shorter than she would have preferred, barely covering her butt, but Tracy told herself that she probably wouldn't be wearing it for very long. When she came out of the bathroom, Tracy saw that Kat had put on a t-shirt and sweat pants and changed the sheets on her bed. Probably just as well. Those sheets were most likely just as ripe as me. "Come here sweetie," Kat purred. When Tracy came closer, she held out her hand. "Towel," she said softly, almost whispering. Tracy knew that it was pointless to argue. She undid the towel and handed it to Kat who spread it out on the bed. Tracy realised that Kat was giving her the whole package deal and not just a quick diaper change. Standing naked in the middle of the room while Kat finished her preparations felt awkward; more awkward than being diapered by Kat. The feeling of vulnerability that came with being naked in front of someone else was something Tracy doubted she'd ever get over. When Kat was actually putting the diaper on her, she would give Tracy a feeling of just being cared for. It made lying there naked feel completely different from how it felt when she was just standing there, almost like she was on display. Kat patted the towel and Tracy obediently sat down on it and lay down on her side and rolled over on her back, putting herself dead centre on the bed. She looked to both sides, noted her position and smiled. I always did have good aim. "What's so funny," Kat asked. "Oh nothing." Kat spread Tracy's legs and knelt between them, slowly running her hands up the outside of Tracy's thighs. As her hands moved inwards, Kat scratched Tracy's pubic stubble with a fingernail and frowned. "We should take care of that, don't you think? Itchy babies can get so very cranky." Oh shit. She's in full mommy mode. Definitely not a good night. Tracy realised that this was something Kat needed as much as she did. She nodded. "Will you do it?" Tracy asked quietly. "Of course Häschen. You just lie there. I'll take care of everything." Kat crawled backwards off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She returned a minute later with a damp washcloth, a can of shaving foam and a razor. Kat quickly gave Tracy a pair of foam undies. Then she leaned in close. "Now hold still my er... my little cream puff. We wouldn't want any nicks or cuts, would we?" Kat slowly and carefully ran the razor across Tracy's skin, removing every trace of stubble. It didn't take very long, and when she was satisfied with the results, Kat wiped away the leftover foam with a clean corner of the washcloth. Tracy shivered briefly as the newly shaved skin was caressed by an otherwise imperceptible draught. "There we go. All smooth. Doesn't that feel better?" Kat's voice took on a sweetly maternal tone. "Mm-hmm." "Now you be a good girl and lie here quietly while I put away these things. Can you do that for me?" Tracy nodded. Kat disappeared to the bathroom. She stayed in there a while, but when Tracy heard the toilet flush she breathed a little sigh of relief. At least she's not in there crying. That had happened once before, after Kat had had a session with a long-time client who had died shortly thereafter. That night had been when they had found out that letting Kat do her mommy thing to Tracy helped them both deal with the stress of their jobs. Kat emerged from the bathroom, picked up one of Tracy's diapers and knelt down between Tracy's legs again. "Now let's get you properly dressed," she said cheerfully and unfolded the diaper. Tracy lifted her hips to let Kat slide it in under her. As Kat sprinkled baby powder on Tracy, she gave her inner thigh a little pat with the back of her hand. "So, after you did your wrestling thing, what happened?" "I followed Marc's signal to a parking lot, but I was too late." "So that's Bob's name." Kat smiled and pulled the diaper up between Tracy's legs. Tracy suppressed a groan as she realised what she had revealed. "Let's hope nobody entrusts you with state secrets." Kat taped the diaper in place and crawled off the bed, putting the baby powder into the plastic box under the bed where Tracy kept her diapers. Next she piled the blanket and pillows up in a heap at the head of the bed and sat down in front of it, leaning back. She spread her legs and patted her thigh. Tracy wriggled her way up between Kat's legs until she was lying with her head against Kat's stomach. Kat began stroking Tracy's damp hair. "So, if you were too late to the parking lot, who are you talking to today?" Tracy smiled and leaned back. Despite the heat of the bedroom and the sunshine, the warmth from Kat's body felt wonderful. "Mmmm, right now I seriously want to say 'nobody'. Can't we just stay like this all day" "Now, now. We can't have you shirking your responsibilities like that. Now tell me who you're talking to." Tracy sighed. "Just the companies around the lot. I'm thinking maybe the blackmailers hitch-hiked on one of their networks. So I need to get a look at their logs for last night." "I think I smell a sneaky plan." Kat chuckled. "Either that or..." Kat reached down and patted Tracy's diapered crotch. Tracy closed her eyes. "Mmm, they're about to be visited by an agent for an obscure law enforcement agency." "Sounds like I'm going to have to come along to make sure you don't get into trouble. And besides, who knows when you might need a change." "Kaaaat," Tracy whined, knowing full well it wouldn't work. But she still felt that her pride required the attempt. "Isn't pretending to be a cop illegal?" Tracy grinned. "Only if you actually claim to be a cop. If they only assume it, you're not technically breaking the law." "Oh you're a sneaky, little bunny." "A sneaky, little bunny with an official-looking ID-card," Tracy added. "And is the sneaky, little bunny hungry?" "Mm-hmm." Kat reached down next to the bed and brought up a plastic box. She placed it on Tracy's chest and pulled the lid off. Tracy tried to get a better look at what was inside, but Kat put a forearm across her chest to keep her from moving. "Now don't do that or you'll spill it. Food goes in your mouth, not on the sheets." Kat lifted a carrot stick out of the box and dipped it in some kind of creamy dip before feeding it to Tracy. "Like it?" Kat asked as she picked up a second carrot stick and ate it. "Mm-hmm." Tracy nodded while she chewed. "Better than those terrible energy bars, right?" Tracy wrinkled her nose. "Mmmyeah, they're yucky. But carrots don't taste so great after ten hours in a hot ca-mmmph." Kat interrupted her by shoving a new carrot stick into her mouth. "That's no excuse for not eating properly. Sounds like I'm going to have to keep an eye on you and those bad habits of yours for longer than just today." Tracy looked up at Kat and rolled her eyes. Kat only smiled in return and fed Tracy a piece of something yellow with a slightly peppery taste. For a couple of minutes they didn't say anything. Kat kept feeding Tracy and slowly stroking her hair. Eventually the box was empty and Kat just wrapped both arms around Tracy and held her close. "Tough night?" Tracy asked. They had always been able to talk about what was wrong, although Kat sometimes used her maternal role to talk about things as if talking to a child. Tracy found it a little weird, but at the same time oddly comforting. Kat's silence today, however, worried her. "Yes and no," Kat answered after a long silence. "I ran into someone I didn't know was in town while I was out with my client. And she didn't realise I was working before things got... really awkward." Tracy grimaced. "I don't really want to talk about it," Kat continued. "At least not now. OK?" Tracy nodded. "Good." Kat gave the top of Tracy's head a kiss. "So, time to fill in your new partner about the case. Who are we working for? And did they manage to unlock their computers? Your clients, I mean." Tracy shrugged. "No idea. They might not like that Marc tried to track them, so maybe they'll demand more, or maybe just not give them the passwords out of pure spite." "But you tracked them too," Kat pointed. "Yeah, but I'm good at hiding it. But anyway, I'll talk to Ms. Wilford later today, so I'll find out if they've been in touch again." "So for the moment we're working as if nothing has changed. Computers still locked." "And sex tape still ready to be revealed." Tracy added. "There's a sex tape too? Do tell." "I haven't seen it, obviously. But apparently the blackmailers used the webcam on Marc's computer to catch his providing Ms. Wilford with some... executive stress relief." "Oooo. A bit of secretary action? Naughty." Kat wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Tracy chuckle. "Did you at least get a look at it?" Kat asked. "Nah. And I wasn't about to ask her for a copy." Tracy had to admit to herself that she was a little curious about the sex tape. Marc wasn't an unattractive man and the idea of him kneeling naked under a desk was an appealing thought. Although in Tracy's mind, Kat was seated at the desk instead of Ms. Wilford; and Marc had morphed into the only one of Kat's clients she had ever met: A nameless woman that had looked a lot like Tracy. It wasn't like Tracy wanted to be the woman under the desk, but she would like to watch. "I'd offer you a penny for your thoughts," Kat said, interrupting Tracy's train of thought. "But I'm pretty sure I can guess." Tracy blushed, and when Kat saw it she continued. "I guess we'd better get moving if we're going to track down your porn." "It's not my-" "Oh shush. Do you have another one of those ID cards?" ***

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This story takes place a couple of months after Keeping Secrets. It's hard for me to tell, but I don't think it's necessary to read the previous story to enjoy this one, but if you want to read about how Tracy and Kat met, that's where to go. And as always, I will be updating the tags as the different parts are posted to avoid spoilers. -------------- Mission Improbable (Part 1 of 13) "Shit!" Tracy looked out of the window of her van. Big, fat raindrops splattered against the windscreen. "What's the matter Häschen?" Kat's voice on the other end of the phone line asked. "Rain. "That's going to make flying harder." A single one of those big drops could upset the balance of Tracy's little drone. It would also make audio surveillance next to impossible. Lightning flashed somewhere behind the car, illuminating the trees in front of the car briefly. The thunder that followed only moments later drowned out whatever Kat said. "What was that?" Tracy put Kat on speaker while she climbed around the seats to the back of the van. "I said 'just be careful'. I wouldn't want to take care of a zapped, little bunny. You're fussy enough when you're just wet." Tracy felt a blush creep up her neck. "Kat," Tracy pleaded, the whining tone painfully clear even to herself. God, I sound like a four-year-old. "Oh come on," Kat said. "It's not like there's anyone else in your car with you." "How do you know?" "Well, is there?" "No," Tracy admitted. She was struggling to find the neck hole inside her dark grey rain poncho. The stiff plastic of the poncho crackled slightly with static electricity as she pulled it down. The mesh of hair-thin metal wires inside the plastic would hide and distort Tracy's heat signature, making her much harder to see with infra-red cameras. She wasn't expecting anybody to be using that, but if she had to be somewhere in person, she was not going to take any chances. Tracy picked the phone up from the suitcase holding most of her surveillance gear. "Anyway, are you doing anything tonight?" Tracy didn't actually hold her breath; at least not physically. She always felt awkward asking if Kat was free. Asking a dominatrix if she's working felt to Tracy like asking 'are you fucking someone'. It wasn't like she was jealous when Kat was seeing clients. Well, maybe a little. She knew what she was getting into when she and Kat started... dating? No, that wasn't the word she'd use. Maybe 'seeing each other'? No, that didn't seem right either. They weren't two high-schoolers making out between classes. 'Sleeping together' didn't feel right either, although it was true in the most literal sense. Tracy was so lost in her search for the right term that she missed Kat's answer. She shook her head to dismiss the thoughts. "What was that? You dropped out there for a second," Tracy bluffed. "I said I have a client all night. Sorry." Tracy sighed. "Okay." She had hoped that she could snuggle up to Kat after having had to be out in the rain. Even if it was only for a few hours. Sleeping like that was so much more restful than sleeping alone. "Aww. Were you hoping for some snuggles after you were done?" Tracy suddenly realised something. "All night, you said? Are they there now?" "Relax Häschen. It's not like they can hear you." "Still, you know I hate it when we talk like this when you have other people there." "You didn't seem to mind last week when Jessie and Uncle Dieter had us over for dinner." Tracy sighed again, almost rolling her eyes at Kat. "That's different and you know it. They think we're... you know, dating." Tracy cringed at the word. It wasn't like they hadn't gone on dates. But there was a big difference between 'going on dates' and 'dating'. At least in Tracy's mind. "We can have breakfast," Kat suggested. "Or maybe lunch. I don't know how late it'll be before I get some sleep." "Mmm-yeah. Breakfast sounds nice. Surprise me." Tracy knew that Kat could hear her smile. "Do you want me to wear my..." Tracy hesitated, "you know..." Kat laughed. "You can say 'diaper' Häschen. It iss not a naughty verd." She said the last sentence with an exaggerated German accent that made Tracy smile. "I know. It just feels weird to say it." "You know, it's funny. You have more trouble saying the word than you have actually wearing them." "Yeah, yeah. It's hilarious," Tracy said dismissively. "Scheiße, I have to go," Kat said as there was some noise in the background that Tracy couldn't identify. "Tomorrow, wear your diapers if you want to. Or not. We'll figure something out. Bye." "Uh, bye," Tracy said, but Kat had already hung up. "...I guess." She put away the phone and opened the car door, looking out into the downpour. Even before stepping outside, she imagined she could feel a greasy trickle down the back of her neck. Tracy grabbed her camera and checked the batteries. Almost fully charged. Before she slipped the strap over her head, Tracy made sure the waterproof casing was properly closed. Wouldn't want foggy lenses that I can't reach. Tracy stepped out of the van and found herself ankle-deep in a puddle that hadn't been there when she parked. "Damn." Tracy stepped out of the puddle and shook her feet to get some of the water out of her shoes. "Not exactly the greatest start," she said to no-one in particular. Grabbing a black, plastic briefcase and a small tripod, Tracy closed the door and locked it. The alarm activated with a quiet chirp. Then she trudged off into the bushes. Half an hour later, Tracy was in place. She was crouching in a bush halfway up a small hill. Below her was a footpath with a metal bench and a trash can with a couple of impressive dents. Tracy absent-mindedly wondered what could have made the dents. They looked too big to be from bikes, but the footpath was too narrow and twisting for cars. ATVs maybe? Tracy checked her watch: A quarter to one. In fifteen minutes, that trash can was going to be one of the richest trash cans in the city. Tracy shifted her weight, moving her knee out of the small brook that had appeared only minutes after she had settled down in her bush. Her mind drifted back to earlier that day. *** Tracy had been in her office, working on the final report to a client when there was a quiet knock on the door. Tracy checked the camera outside the door. Kat had insisted she install the camera and reinforce the office door after a case had gone badly, in a death-threat kind of way a couple of months earlier. Outside the door was a woman and man. They didn't look like a threat, so Tracy pressed the button to unlock the door. The lock buzzed and clicked and after a few moments, the couple entered. Tracy pushed her keyboard aside and motioned to the chairs in front of the desk. "Please, have a seat." Tracy found her trusty notepad and pencil. Then she pushed the phone to the middle of the desk. "You don't mind if I record this..." Tracy paused and studied the couple for a few moments. The man was sitting with his eyes lowered, turned slightly towards the woman, who in turn was sitting back in the chair with her legs crossed, looking relaxed and confident. Tracy figured that she was the one in charge. "... Ms? "Wilford," the woman said. "Nalah Wilford. And I'd rather you didn't. I don't want any of this coming out." "It's only to help my note-taking, but if you're uncomfortable with it..." Tracy picked up her phone and put it away. "OK Ms. Wilford, what's the problem?" Tracy tried to sound professional. "Marc here fucked up," She answered matter-of-factly. Tracy looked from one to the other and back and again. "I'm going to need a little more details than that." Ms. Wilford looked coolly at Marc. "Well? Tell her what you did." "There was this email, and I thought it was from Miss Nalah and I clicked on the link in it and-" "And the idiot opened a back-door into the system. Look, I couldn't care less that they hijacked his webcam and caught him undressing and getting into position for me under the desk in my office." "I-" Tracy began, a little taken aback. "I do, however, care that they caught me on camera as well. And as if that wasn't enough, they encrypted the entire system, locking us out." "And let me guess, they want money to unlock the system and not release the video." "Yeah, fifteen thousand." Ms. Wilford said it like it was more an annoyance than a serious sum of money. "Not to point out the obvious, but isn't this a police matter? Or at the very least, your IT department? Why hire someone like me?" "If we use yesterday's backups we lose all the logs from a crucial deposition, plus we'd look incompetent." Ms. Wilford glared at Marc. "And going to the police wouldn't get the files back in time for the trial either. I figured the simplest solution is to just pay them." "Okay? But then why hire me?" "Don't get me wrong, I'm not OK with what happened. I want you to find out who did this so I can make them regret it. And as for why you specifically? You came highly recommended from a business associate of mine. A Mrs Devereux?" "I see," Tracy said, trying to sound neutral since she didn't know how much Ms. Wilford knew about the case in question. "So, fifteen thousand. I'm assuming they didn't want to meet in some back alley with a suitcase full of cash." "Unfortunately not. They wanted the money in some stupid cryptocurrency, Ding-Dough, on a thumb drive, and they wanted Marc to drop it off at a specific location at 1 am. tonight." "So, in..." Tracy checked her watch, "...eleven hours or so. I'm assuming they gave the whole 'don't contact the police' warning or something like that. Will getting the money be a problem?" Ms. Wilford shook her head. Tracy put down her pencil. "Well, since they've been smart about the money, our best bet is probably to follow the actual thumb drive once your husband makes the drop and hopefully identify the blackmailers that way." "Oh please! Like I'd marry him." Ms. Wilford rolled her eyes. "I deal with enough fucked-up marriages at work. Marc's my personal assistant." And your executive stress relief toy, it sounds like. Tracy opened her desk drawer and rooted around in it for a couple of seconds before bringing out a bright yellow thumb drive. "Use this for the money," she said and handed it to Ms. Wilford. "Now, this is a rush job so I'm going to have to charge extra." "I expected as much. Camille told me the rates you charged her; I'll double it." That was more than Tracy had been planning on charging, so she simply nodded. "I also have a couple more conditions. First of all: My job is to follow the thumb drive, or the information on it, to the blackmailers without them realising it. That is, until they've given you the password to unlock your system. So until that happens, you're going to follow the blackmailer's instructions to the letter. Agreed? "Sounds reasonable." "Also, whatever you're planning for whoever did this, I'm not involved. Once I've identified the blackmailers, my job is over." "I wouldn't have it any other way." Ms. Wilford's smile sent a chill down Tracy's spine. It was like a cat watching a canary with a broken wing. Tracy decided she didn't want to get on Ms. Wilford's bad side. They spent the next twenty minutes getting all the details Tracy felt she needed. After Ms. Wilford and Marc had left, Tracy started planning. She would park a drone by the drop and follow whoever came to pick it up. Tracy opened the box of drones and checked the battery levels of the one with the best range. It only had a basic camera and microphone, but it was small enough to escape notice. After checking the map of the park where the drop-off was, she found that the drone should be able to follow the thumb drive to any of the parking lots in the immediate area. After that, it was just a matter of recording the licence plate and the traffic cameras would do the rest of the job for her. The thumb drive even had a tracker that she could activate remotely in case she lost track of it. If whoever picked it up scanned the drive for bugs, they wouldn't find it until it was too late. Tracy had to admit that she had a similar tracker on her car keys and that she had had to use it more than once. Content that all the technical preparations were done, Tracy went to bed. If she was going to pull an all-nighter, she should start out well rested. *** Movement on the path below brought Tracy back to the present. Somebody halfway hidden by a big, green and white golf umbrella, approached the bench. It was Marc. He looked around nervously. "Come on," Tracy mouthed silently. "Don't get creative. Just make the delivery and walk away." Marc fumbled in his pocket and brought out Tracy's yellow thumb drive. Tracy zoomed in on Marc with her camera as he kept fiddling with the thumb drive. He was turned halfway away from her so she couldn't see exactly what he was doing. "Come on," Tracy kept whispering inaudibly. "Be a good, little executive fuck toy and do what you're supposed to." As though he had heard her, Marc turned and looked in Tracy's direction. She froze, trusting her poncho, the darkness and the distance to hide her. That, and the fact that she had told Marc and Ms. Wilford she would be using her drones to track the drive. Eventually Marc looked away. Tracy slowly brought her hand back to her camera and zoomed out a little, letting it catch the area surrounding the bench. Eventually Marc stopped looking around. He looked down to his hand where the thumb drive was before tossing it into the trash can. Then he hurried off down the path where he had come from. Then there was just the almost sizzling, white noise of the rain pouring down. Tracy imagined she could hear a plink, plink whenever the faint, yellow street light flickered, but other than that, nothing happened. Suddenly, there was a flash and an almost immediate, deafening crash of thunder as the lightning struck somewhere nearby. Tracy thought she could see something in the bushes by the footpath. She switched the camera to thermographic, turning everything dark grey and black; everything except the bright heat bloom of somebody hiding in one of the bushes. "Now what do we have here?" She zoomed in, trying to get a good picture. Unfortunately, thermographics was never made for identification purposes, so the face remained an unrecognisable white blur. Tracy was so focused on the person in the bushes that she almost missed the movement by the trash can. Tracy turned the camera back and switched off the thermographics when she saw no heat signatures. Something reminiscent of a bug the size of a small plate was scuttling out of the trash, holding Tracy's thumb drive in its pincers. It fell from the opening, but instead of hitting the ground, it rose with the unmistakable whine of high-speed rotors. Shit, they're using a drone for the pickup. Tracy fumbled in her pocket for the remote control for the tracker. She pressed the button and the little light on the remote switched from red to a blinking yellow. "What the..." Tracy pressed the button again, but the light stubbornly refused to change to green. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit." Tracy reached for the briefcase on the ground next to her. She opened it and lifted the largest of her camera drones out from its foam housing. Unlike its smaller cousins, this one was capable of operating without Tracy having to steer it manually. In one fluid motion, Tracy switched it on and threw it up in the air. The rotors started up almost immediately and it rose up with a buzzing sound like the world's biggest wasp. Tracy had programmed it to follow the signal from the thumb drive, and failing that, it would try to track movement below. The amount of rain, however, made the latter option a long shot. She pressed the button on the remote one more time, but the light still didn't turn green. "So much for plan B," Tracy grumbled. She rose, leaving the briefcase and tripod with the camera, and ran down the hill towards the person hiding in the bushes. Whoever they were, they were her last chance of finding out what was going on. Tracy half ran, half slid down the hill, branches and twigs scratching noisily against her poncho. The figure in the bushes looked in her direction, obviously having heard her. There was a flash and a sharp crack of thunder. No, not thunder. A gunshot. The fucker's shooting at me? Tracy wanted to turn around, or hide behind something, anything. But her legs, apparently having made a deal with her momentum, just kept going. There was another shot, the bullet hitting the trash can with a metallic clunk. The figure turned and tried to run, but slipped on the mud and fell. The gun landed in a puddle, out of reach of both of them. Tracy dove forward, landing with her elbow in the man's stomach in a move that would have made a pro wrestler proud. The man folded up, coughing and moaning. Tracy picked herself up and was about to give him a kick when she recognised him. "Marc?!?" Marc was too busy gasping for breath to answer. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Help-helping Mistress Nalah," he wheezed. Tracy had a sinking feeling. "What did you do?" Marc rolled over on his side and tried to sit up. "Tracking bug," he coughed, "on... on the drive." "Gimme." "Wha...?" Marc asked with a bewildered look. "The bug tracker. Now!" Tracy demanded, trying to sound extra bossy in the hopes it would speed things up. Marc fumbled in his pockets and held out a small, cracked, plastic rectangle. Tracy grabbed it, noting the silver company logo above the small screen. TeraTech Electronics: Fantastic range, but shitty transmitter shielding. That could explain my tracking problems. Tracy left Marc in the mud and ran back towards her equipment. "Call 'client one'," Tracy told her phone as she struggled up the slippery slope. Ms. Wilford answered almost immediately. "Yes?" "Bullit here. Is the money still there?" "Yes, it's still all here," Ms. Wilford started. "No, wait. They just moved it." "Password?" Tracy suppressed a curse as she slipped and almost fell. "Not yet. Do you have them?" "No. Still working on it," Tracy said between gasps of breath as she reached the briefcase and knelt down next to it. "There was a complication. I'll call you back." Tracy hung up and pulled out her pocket knife. She used the screwdriver to pry open the casing of Marc's tracker, cutting a small gash in her hand when it slipped. Ignoring the stinging, Tracy examined the circuitry inside, quickly finding the receiver and reading its frequency from the little sticker on it. She dropped the tracker and grabbed the drone remote. The screen showed a map of the park and the drone's search pattern. Tracy input the new tracking frequency and the drone immediately picked it up, abandoning its previous pattern and homing in on its new signal. Tracy's phone rang. "What do you mean 'There was a complication'?" Ms. Wilford asked sharply when Tracy picked up. "I thought we agreed that you were to follow the drop-off instructions, or did I misunderstand something?" Tracy glanced back down to where she had left Marc, but he was gone. "Yeah, that's the deal." "So what's the deal with Marc sabotaging my plans by putting a cheap and obvious bug on my thumb drive?" "He did WHAT?!? Where is that little fucker? Is he still there? Marc! If you can hear this, don't bother coming to work tomorrow!" There was a beep from Tracy's remote control indicating that the drone was approaching its target. Tracy switched from the map to the camera view and the small screen showed a parking lot. There were maybe a dozen cars; no lights or movement. "Look, I still have a couple of tricks up my sleeve. With a little luck, whoever they are didn't notice Marc's bug, or if they did, they're going to be greedy and ask for more since you tried to track the drive. Either way, we still have a shot at finding them. it's just going to be a little trickier and take a little longer." "Just. Find. Them." Ms. Wilford hung up. Tracy left the drone in a holding pattern above the lot and picked up her equipment. Marc had already scurried off to wherever he stayed when he wasn't under Ms. Wilford's desk, leaving the gun in the puddle where he had dropped it. Tracy picked it up before heading for the car. She didn't like guns, but leaving it for someone else to find wasn't an option. Too many irresponsible idiots running around; and not just Marc. By the time Tracy reached the car, she was panting and sweating, cursing the poncho for trapping so much of her body heat. She put the camera and the drone remote on the passenger seat. Then she pulled off the poncho and threw it in the back along with the empty briefcase. For a little while, she just stood there, letting the rain cool her down. Then, before she got too wet, she got in and started the engine. The drive to the parking lot didn't take long; maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Tracy's attention was divided between the road, which was wet and slippery, but thankfully empty, and the screen showing her drone's bird's eye view of the parking lot. Only one car had left the lot since she started driving, and she had a good picture of the car and its licence plates. Hopefully the cameras in the area would help her get a picture of the driver. The thumb drive still hadn't moved, but Tracy hadn't had time to check if the car, or its driver, had been anywhere near it. Tracy picked up her camera and used it to quickly scan the lot. No heat sources; human or engines. As the drone slowly descended, Tracy saw the thumb drive in a puddle. She got out and carefully picked it up. To Marc's credit, the tracker dot that he'd put on on the drive at least matched its colour, but it was still obvious if you knew what to look for. And Tracy had no reason to think the blackmailers didn't. They had been smart about avoiding identification; cryptocurrency payment, drone pickup and quick transfer of the money. So Tracy doubted there would be fingerprints on the drive, but maybe she was lucky and they had screwed up. She put it in a paper bag and put the paper bag in a plastic box of rice she kept in the car precisely to dry out wet electronics. Even if there weren't physical fingerprints, there would be electronic ones. Tracy picked up the drone and put it in the back of her van before climbing in herself. She started the computer and began scanning for available wifi networks. Again, Tracy doubted that the blackmailers would have used an open network when they transferred the money, but at the moment, long shots was pretty much all she had. Thanks a lot, Marc. At least there weren't too many networks in the area. Tracy shuddered to think what the list would have looked like if this had happened downtown. Since pretty much everything in the area was closed for the night, there shouldn't be too much computer traffic to sort through. Tracy loaded a sniffer program to copy the details about the last twenty minute's traffic on the open networks. She noted down the names and details of the protected networks so she could come back the next day to check them out. She debated whether she should have the last can of energy drinks while driving home. On the one hand, it was late and drinking it might keep her up even later, but on the other hand, she was thirsty and really tired. The adrenaline rush of tackling Marc had been a great pick-me-up, but the problem was that as soon as it wore off, it seemed to take with it all the caffeine stored in her system. Concern for her fellow drivers won, and at the next red light, Tracy opened the can and emptied it before the light turned green. She grimaced at the taste. She would have preferred the original what-our-chemical-engineers-think-strawberries-taste-like flavour, but the store had been sold out and all they had had left were the we'll-pretend-this-tastes-like-kiwi-but-all-you-get-is-a-furry-tongue flavoured ones. But caffeine was caffeine, and hopefully, drinking it on an empty stomach would mean that it'd kick in quickly. By the time Tracy reached home, she had gone through most of what she called the energy drink caffeine cycle. She had seen individual air molecules vibrating, had tingly fingers and a pounding pulse. Now she was crashing; her stomach was grumbling and her brain itched. She parked in the parking garage across the street and made her way back to the office, being eternally thankful for her landlord having fixed the elevator. Tracy stumbled through the door. It was a struggle to even open the boxes with her equipment so it would dry while she slept. There was only one thing she wanted to do before getting out of her damp clothes and falling into bed. Tracy opened her fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. She knew better than going to bed thirsty. She peeled off her clothes, lay back on the bed and put on a diaper before wrapping herself in her blanket. After all, she also knew better than going to sleep with a rapidly filling bladder without taking some precautions. ***

A very different week - Day four (Road Trip - Part 6 of 4) "Good morning sweetie." Nikki whispered quietly while kissing the side of Sarah's neck. It was still early, but if she couldn't sleep, then Sarah wouldn't sleep either. Even if she looked absolutely adorable lying there with her thumb in her mouth. "Mmmmphg." Sarah's incomprehensible sounds of protest just made Nikki smile. "What was that?" "Don' wanna geddup," Sarah mumbled around the thumb. "Miftreff," she added. "Oh, you don't have to get up just yet, but I'm sure you can use your mouth to make your beloved mistress feel better, can't you?" Nikki scooted a little up and kicked the blanket down to the foot of the bed before helping Sarah roll over so she was facing her. Then she pulled off her t-shirt and guided Sarah's head to her breasts. Sarah quickly abandoned her thumb for Nikki's left breast. She just lay there with one arm draped over Nikki's stomach, gently sucking while Nikki stroked her hair. "Isn't that better than the thumb?" Nikki asked. "Mm-hmm," Sarah agreed and nodded her head, her hair tickling Nikki's chest. Nikki closed her eyes and relaxed. There was something so very relaxing about having Sarah... Is it breastfeeding if there isn't any milk? Breastfaking? Nikki mentally shrugged. She had read somewhere that breastfeeding was a bonding experience between mothers and babies, but she was pretty sure it didn't just apply to infants. And it was so very relaxing. Much better than meditation or yoga or anything else she had tried over the years. Nikki opened her eyes and squinted at the sunlight that had somehow moved down the wall to hit her face. I fell asleep? She looked down at the weight resting on her chest. Sarah had fallen asleep too; still suckling. A line of drool ran from her mouth and down Nikki's ribs. Sarah had somehow managed to wrap her legs around Nikki's thigh without waking her up, and now she looked like she was ready to start humping Nikki's leg at a moment's notice. The fact that she was wearing her extra thick disposable diapers instead of the usual cloth night diapers just made her look even more adorable. Nikki slowly brought her phone down from the shelf above the bed and took another surreptitious snapshot of Sarah for her growing collection of candid pictures and videos of Sarah. Then she began stroking Sarah's hair again. "Sweetie, I think it's time to get up." "Mmm-do we hapf to?" Sarah asked, seemingly reluctant to let go of Nikki's nipple. "Yeah," Nikki said. "I'm hungry." The mention of food seemed to convince Sarah of the benefits of getting out of bed. "Okay." Nikki just raised an eyebrow at her. "Mistress," she added quickly. Nikki grabbed the t-shirt and put it back on. Then she patted Sarah's diaper. "And does my little baby need a change?" Sarah smiled shyly. "Yeah," she admitted. "I'm all wet." "Aww. Did baby have an accident?" Nikki asked. "Yeah, kinda." That answer surprised Nikki, The few times Sarah lost control during the night she was usually terribly embarrassed about it. Now she seemed downright playful. "What do you mean 'kinda?" "Welllll..." Sarah smiled sheepishly. "I woke up when it was still dark, and I had to pee, and it was so nice to just be snuggled up with the best mommynatrix in the world, and I was wearing my disposables, and I wanted to see if it felt just as bad to wake up with a wet diaper if I did it on purpose, and..." Sarah rambled on. "And did it feel bad?" Nikki interrupted. Then she reached down to slowly squeeze Sarah's swollen crotch. "Or did you liiiiike it? Sarah blushed. "You liked it, didn't you? You liked it a lot." Sarah nodded, burying her pink face in the pillow. "Did you do something that well-behaved little girls shouldn't do? At least not without their Mistress' permission?" Sarah mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow." "Look at me sweetie." Sarah turned her head and looked at Nikki, her cheeks burning bright pink. "What did my little girl do?" "I..." Sarah buried her face in the pillow again, muffling a nervous giggle. Oh this is going to be fun. "Did you play with yourself?" Nikki asked. Sarah nodded again. "Use your words sweetie. What did you do?" Nikki grinned. "IplayedwithmyselfMistress," Sarah managed to say before burying her face in the pillow in a fit of giggles. "And did you come? Did my little pet have an orgasm?" Nikki kept squeezing Sarah's diaper. "Mm-hmm." "So I guess this diaper got even wetter then." Sarah nodded again. "We should probably get you cleaned up and changed then." Nikki got out of bed. "Come along then." Sarah crawled out of bed and waddled after Nikki out of the bedroom, through the living room and out the front door. "OK sweetie, you go take care of things and I'll get ready here." Nikki gave Sarah's butt a little swat and sent her on her way to the outhouse. Ten minutes later, when Nikki came back out with a tea kettle full of hot water, Sarah was standing bent over by the wash basin with her legs spread. Nikki marvelled at how quickly Sarah had become used to the fact that nobody could see her outside the cabin. Only three days earlier, she had refused to even go topless and now she had walked from the outhouse to the cabin wearing nothing but her collar, her shoes and a smile. Nikki poured some of the boiling water into the cold water in the wash basin, heating it to a more tolerable temperature. Then she returned the kettle to the kitchen. When she came back outside, Sarah had her face towards the door instead of looking down like she was supposed to. "What is it?" Nikki asked. "I just wanted to ask if Mistress Nicolette could please clean me today?" "Aww, did you like her?" Sarah blushed and looked back down. "Oh you're a naughty teacher. Don't go anywhere." Nikki went back inside again and headed to the bedroom. She wanted to take Mistress Nicolette to a new level; and that required props. Luckily, she had come prepared. Nikki opened one of her bags and pulled out a white shirt and a ridiculously short, pleated skirt. She quickly pulled off her t-shirt and stepped out of her boxer briefs. OK, if I was pretending to be a kinky schoolgirl, what kind of panties would I wear? Burgundy silk? White cotton? Ooooor black latex? Nikki put all three alternatives on the bed. Eenie meenie miney mo... White cotton would be the classic, but it's a little too innocent. Mistress Nicolette is a kinky, domineering schoolgirl, not some inexperienced novice. Novice... novice... Maybe I should look into getting a nun's habit. Well, maybe later. Nikki considered her remaining options. The red silk was appealing; and it would go well with the charcoal skirt, but the latex ones would look even better once she got rid of the skirt. And I can tease Sarah by making her watch while I polish them. Nikki shook the black latex panties open with an odd rustle and stepped into them. She pulled them up and her entire crotch felt like it was enveloped in a clammy cold as they snapped in place, hugging every curve and dipping into every crevice. The chill was short-lived as the latex warmed up, and within seconds it only felt tight. Nikki reached back with her hands and stroked her buttocks through the smooth material. Oh these are going to drive her nuts. Nikki hurriedly put on the shirt and tucked it inside the skirt before checking herself out in the mirror. The skirt was so short that it would expose her panties as soon as she bent over even a little bit. And for the pièce de résistance... Nikki put on a pair of glasses and checked herself out in the mirror again. The only thing missing would be braids, but her hair was too short for that. Maybe I can find some clip-ons or something if Sarah likes this. She picked up Sarah's cuffs and headed outside, leaving them in the kitchen before opening the front door. "Miss Sarah, what was it you wanted to..." Nikki began as she walked out the door. "Miss Sarah! What are you doing?" Nikki pretended to be shocked. Sarah turned her head to answer and saw Nikki's outfit, and her jaw almost hit the ground. "Is this why you wanted me to come in early today?" Nikki traced a line from Sarah's shoulder and down her back. "Did my little Sarah-cub want me to find her all naked like this before class?" "I... I..." Sarah stammered. "You wanted me to help you get dressed and ready for class today, didn't you? Because you're my little Sarah-cub and you need help with all those difficult decisions." Sarah swallowed. "Yes Mistress Nicolette," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just wait here. I just have to get some things." Nikki ducked back inside and returned a second later with Sarah's cuffs. "Phew, it's hot out here," Nikki said and undid the top two buttons of her shirt, paused and then undid the third button too. Nikki leaned down and put the cuffs around Sarah's wrists, making sure that Sarah had a chance to get a good look down her shirt. A quick glance confirmed that she took the opportunity to do just that. That's right, get a good look. That'll make it so much more fun when I bust you for it later. Next she squatted down to put the ankle cuffs on Sarah. Nikki looked up to see Sarah watching her, or possibly looking down her shirt again. "Enjoying the view, my little cub?" Nikki locked eyes with Sarah. "I wasn't-" "Good little girls don't lie, now do they?" Nikki asked pointedly, giving Sarah's left nipple a pinch. Sarah inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. "No Mistress Nicolette," she said through gritted teeth. "So what were you doing?" "I was looking at your boobies Mistress," Sarah whispered. Nikki twisted to slip the pinched nipple between her lips, giving it a slow lick. She was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. "Do you see? Lying is bad, and if you tell the truth you're rewarded." "Yes Mistress Nicolette." Nikki rose and wet the washcloth. She walked behind Sarah, put one hand on her butt and reached between her legs to slowly wash her. When Sarah predictably began to move her hips, Nikki gave her butt a little slap. "Stand still." "Mmmm-yes Mistress Nicolette." "The more you move, the longer this'll take. And as thrilling as it might be, we don't want the rest of the class to come in to find you like this, do we?" "No Mistress Nicolette." "Can you imagine how humiliating it would be for you if everybody else came in and saw you naked, bent over and wet." Sarah looked over her shoulder at Nikki. "That's the washcl-" SMACK "Did I say you could talk?" "No Mistress Nicolette" "That's right. So eyes down." Sarah looked back down while Nikki slid the washcloth between her buttocks, causing her knees to tremble briefly. "And the washcloth isn't the only reason you're wet. Is it?" Nikki walked back to the basin and rinsed the washcloth before wringing it out over Sarah's butt, making the water run between her cheeks and down her thighs to the ground. "Why else is my little Sarah-cub wet?" Nikki slid a wet palm up the inside of Sarah's thigh. "Because-" Sarah gasped as Nikki slid a finger inside her. "What was that, my little pet? 'Because', what?" Nikki asked in her most saccharine and innocent voice. "Because you're a naughty teacher who gets horny from ogling her Mistress in the classroom?" "Yessss Mistress Nicolette." Sarah was visibly struggling to stand still. "Say it," Nikki insisted, sliding a second finger in. "I'm a naughty teacher," Sarah began, pausing to catch her breath, "whogetshornyfromoglingherMistressintheclassroom!" The final jumble of words was almost shouted as Nikki decided just tease Sarah with her thumb. "See? That wasn't so hard to admit, was it?" Sarah just groaned with frustration as Nikki withdrew her hand. "Now I want you to stand up straight, but keep your feet apart like that. Can you do that for me?" Nikki took Sarah's hand and helped her so she wouldn't fall over. "Such a good little girl." Nikki leaned in and kissed the faint remnants of the hickey on Sarah's neck. "I really think you deserve a treat, but we have to get you ready for class first. I'll go get the ointment. Hands behind your back and don't you move while I'm gone." Nikki skipped back inside to pretend to look for something. She waved and blew a kiss to Sarah through the small kitchen window, then scowled and wagged her finger at her when she almost waved back. Nikki finished preparing a few things for later and after a couple of extra minutes, Nikki figured that Sarah had had enough time to imagine what might come next. She grabbed the jar of ointment and headed back outside. "Sorry it took so long Sarah-cub," Nikki said airily. "I ran into Headmistress Kane who asked why I was here so early. I almost told her I was helping you get dressed for class." Nikki giggled mischievously at the expression that crossed Sarah's face at the thought of that happening. "Don't worry my little pet. This is still our little secret." Nikki traced a slow line from Sarah's neck, down her chest and stomach to her crotch. "But then again, maybe you'd like it if she came in and found us. Would you?" Nikki cupped Sarah's crotch with her hand and just stroked her with her middle finger. "N-no Mistress Nicolette," Sarah stammered, her voice jumping a little as Nikki's finger hit just the right spot. "Please don't tell her. I don't want anybody else to know." "Are you sure? I mean, she is kinda cute; and wouldn't you like to have a sister to play with?" Nikki teased. "But I don't want to share you with anybody Mistress Nicolette." Sarah pouted petulantly. "Well, that's not really your decision, now is it?" Nikki looked down. "No Mistress." "Anyway, I'm going to have to think about it, so it won't be today. After all, we don't have time for it. Unless you want the whole class to join in?" Nikki pretended to check her watch. Sarah just shook her head. "I didn't think so. I guess we'd better get you ready then." Nikki withdrew her hand, and Sarah made yet another frustrated sigh. Nikki smiled to herself. She was planning to tease Sarah right up to the edge of an orgasm as many times as she could today. The more desperate she could make her, the more she hoped she could make Sarah realise what she'd seen long ago. While Sarah didn't like actual public humiliation or embarrassment, she absolutely loved the risk. Sarah might not bungee jump, race cars or snowboard down near-vertical ski slopes, but she definitively enjoyed the the adrenaline rush that came with the potential public humiliation. Nikki found the jar of diaper rash cream and put it on the counter next to the wash basin. "So, I guess it's time to make sure you don't get any nasty diaper rashes. Of course, that's not the only reason you like it, is it my little pet?" Sarah blushed furiously and looked down. She shook her head. "Now now. Use your words little Sarah-cub. Tell Mistress Nicolette why you like the rash cream." "I like how it makes me all smooth and slippery," Sarah mumbled. "Yes you do." Nikki opened the jar and looked at the thick ointment. "You know, this stuff leave really visible stains. We'd better make sure nobody notices any of it on my clothes. After all, how would we explain that?" Nikki slowly unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She noticed Sarah looking at her exposed chest and shook her modest breasts at her. "You want these?" Sarah swallowed and nodded. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you play with them after class. You can give one of them a kiss now. Would you like that?" Sarah nodded again. She cupped her breasts and held them out to Sarah. "So which one do you want? Left, or right?" Nikki teased her nipples with her thumbs until they were hard, little berries while looking at Sarah. My god, she's almost drooling. "Well? Which one?" "The left one, Mistress," Sarah whispered, almost sounding shy. "Just a quick one then." Nikki stepped closer and presented her breasts to Sarah, who bent down to wrap her lips around Nikki's left nipple. She couldn't help but let out a small sigh at Sarah's gentle sucking and swirling tongue. Nikki stepped back, breaking contact with a wet smack. She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the ground, exposing the smooth, shiny, black latex of her panties. The revelation was rewarded with a small gasp from Sarah. Yessssss! Just the reaction I was hoping for. "Oh come on Miss Sarah," Nikki said and rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend you haven't seen them before. I've seen you look up my skirt more than once." "I didn't-" "Shush," Nikki interrupted. "I know what I've seen." She slid a hand down her stomach and across the smooth, latex-encased crotch. "Do you like it?" Sarah swallowed and nodded, not taking her eyes off Nikki's hand. "Aww. Does my little Sarah-cub want to touch it?" Nikki continued stroking herself. She could feel more than just sweat making the latex rub smoothly against her skin. "Mm-hmm" "Aren't you cute being all non-verbal. Well, if you're a good girl, then maybe I'll let you touch it later. Now, hands behind your back and stand still." Sarah's hands snapped back to rest just above her butt. "And legs further apart." Sarah inched her legs further out until Nikki nodded to indicate that she was satisfied. Nikki opened the jar or rash ointment and scooped out a generous handful. She rubbed her hands together, covering them with the thick, white ointment. Then she used her finger to draw a white line down from Sarah's belly button. When she reached her mound, she brought her other three fingers down for a perfect four-point landing and slowly began to spread the ointment out across Sarah's sensitive skin. Nikki could both see and feel Sarah's excitement as she went further down. "Oh my," Nikki said, "I think you've sprung a leak Miss Sarah. How do you suppose we make sure the rest of the class won't notice that." Sarah was too preoccupied with Nikki's slow, deliberate strokes to reply, so Nikki stopped. "I asked you a question Sarah-cub. What should we do to make sure the other people in class won't notice that you're leaking." "Diaper," Sarah said hoarsely. "What do you mean?" Nikki asked, feigning innocence. Sarah realised what was expected of her. She swallowed and took a deep breath. "Would you please help me put on my diaper, Mistress?", she said, taking care to call it 'her' diaper and not just 'a' diaper. Nikki smiled and kissed Sarah's cheek. "Of course, my little pet. After all, what kind of mommynatrix would I be if I didn't take care of my little baby." Nikki scooped out another big dollop of ointment. "Now spread your butt-cheeks for me." Sarah grabbed her buttocks and pulled them apart. Nikki could see Sarah's blush flaring up again, so she took her time walking around her. She waited until Sarah had just exhaled, then she reached between Sarah's legs and, in one smooth motion, covered her with ointment from her mound to her tailbone. Sarah gasped and almost let go of her buttocks, but managed to recover just in time. "Oh you like that, do you?" Nikki smiled and reached between Sarah's legs again. This time she took her time, making sure that every nook and crevice was coated. Sarah moaned loudly as Nikki worked her way back up to her tailbone again. When Nikki squatted down behind Sarah and poked her clenched sphincter with a finger, Sarah gave a little squeak and a giggle. That gave Nikki an idea. "You know what Miss Sarah, I just had an idea. Since you're my little pet, we should look into getting you a little tail. I'm sure we can find some way of attaching it." She gave Sarah's butthole another little poke for emphasis. Based on Sarah's renewed blush, Nikki could tell she understood what she had meant, so she decided to push it even further. "You know, a nice and long tail, almost long enough to be visible when you're wearing your skirt in class, brushing against the back of your legs all the time. Would you like that? A little reminder that you'd feel with every step, or whenever you sat down. Oh, and I could have you wear a headband with little cat ears. It would all be our little secret." Nikki paused a few seconds to see if Sarah protested. Looking up, she could see Sarah's head was thrown back and she was biting her lip to stay quiet. Nikki stopped stroking Sarah before she had a chance to come. "Of course, we would have to figure out how to combine it with your diapers." Nikki rose and went to wash her hands. "Oh well. We'll burn that bridge when we get to it." When she turned back to Sarah, she was back to frustrated again. To her credit, she was still holding her buttocks. "Aww, such an obedient little girl." Nikki stroked Sarah's cheek. "Are you ready for your diaper?" Sarah nodded. "Mm-hmm." Nikki hooked a finger through the ring in Sarah's collar and gave it a little pull. "Come along then." Nikki stopped outside the door to the living room. "Close your eyes," she told Sarah. When Sarah did as she was told, Nikki opened the door and carefully led her into the living room. "Oh we're lucky Miss Sarah. Nobody's here yet." Nikki led Sarah to the dining table that she had covered with a sheet. She guided Sarah's butt to the thick diaper that she had spread out on the table. "Now sit down here on your desk." "What are you... Aren't we g-" Nikki stopped Sarah's protests with a kiss. "Now I know you're nervous, but it's either your desk or the floor. After all, it's not like you have a bed hidden away in your supply cupboard. So be a good little pet and sit down on your diaper." Nikki put her hands on Sarah's shoulders and gently pressed down. When Sarah's butt was resting on the edge of the table, Nikki pushed her back. "Aaaand lie back. That's a good little girl." Nikki helped Sarah lie down on the table. Lying with her legs over the edge of the table left Sarah with a seriously arched back, so Nikki grabbed her knees and lifted her legs until they pointed straight up. "Miss Sarah?" Nikki asked with the same mock-innocence she had used before. "Yes Mistress Nicolette?" "What time is it? I'm pretty sure it's not noon." Nikki spread Sarah's legs apart. "Five to one maybe?" She pushed the legs further apart. "Or ten to two?" Nikki grinned at Sarah as she looked at her between the widely spread legs. Sarah squirmed, decidedly uncomfortable about lying on display on the table in the middle of the living room. "Now hold still." Nikki found her trusty length of paracord and clipped the carabiners to the ankle cuffs. "OK, hold this." Nikki handed the paracord to Sarah so she could hold her feet up more easily. "Is that better?" "Yes Mistress. Thank you." Nikki held up the box of baby powder. "What do you say? Does my little pet want a diaper full of glue?" Sarah wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "No Mistress. I like it when I'm all slippery like this." Nikki smiled sweetly. "Good answer." She pulled the diaper up between Sarah's legs and quickly taped it in place. "There we are; all ready for class." Nikki pretended to check her watch. "And we still have time for a little snuggle. Would you like that?" "Mm-hmm." Sarah nodded and bit her lower lip. Nikki unclipped the paracord from Sarah's ankle cuffs and helped her down from the table. "OK, come along." Nikki grabbed the sheet from the table before taking Sarah's hand. As she walked backwards to the bedroom, pulling Sarah along, Nikki couldn't help noticing where Sarah was looking: Her panties. She stopped and ran her hands down her stomach to her crotch, stroking the shiny, black latex. "You like them, don't you." "Yeah." Sarah's eyes were fixated on Nikki's hands. "Maybe I'll let you help me polish them after class. But for now, I want you to hug yourself." "Huh? What do you mean?" "For a teacher, you really suck at paying attention. No wonder it's so easy to cheat on your tests. Hug yourself." Nikki wrapped her arms around her own waist to demonstrate. When Sarah mimicked her, Nikki clipped the paracord to one of her cuffs, wrapped it twice around Sarah's waist and clipped the other end to Sarah's other wrist. "Ta-dah! Invisible straitjacket," Nikki exclaimed, making a little jump and clapping her hands excitedly. Sarah blew a raspberry. Nikki frowned back at her. "That's no way for a well-behaved little girl to act." "I'm sorry, Mistress Nicolette," Sarah said with a pout and the biggest Bambi-eyes she could manage. "I'll be good." "You're lucky you're so fucking adorable." Nikki folded the sheet lengthwise and wrapped it around Sarah's torso, further immobilising her arms. She crawled onto the bed, making sure her latex-clad butt was on full display for Sarah, and sat down in the corner. Nikki piled the pillows and blankets on the bed into the corner behind her, leaned back and patted her lap. "Why don't you come lie down." Sarah sat down on the bed and wormed her way to Nikki's lap. Nikki grabbed her and, with a grunt of effort, half pulled, half lifted Sarah until she lay across her lap. "Mistress?" Sarah looked adoringly up at Nikki. Nikki slowly stroked Sarah's hair. "Yes?" "I love it when you make noises like that." "Considering what's going on when I usually make them, why doesn't that surprise me." Nikki arched an eyebrow suggestively, making Sarah's blush flare up once more. She reached back to rearrange the pillows a little bit, then pulled Sarah a little further up. Sarah quickly realised what was being offered and wrapped her lips around one of Nikki's nipples. Nikki knew that Sarah's mouth only covered a minute amount of her skin, but the warm sensation the spread throughout her body as Sarah nursed made it feel like her entire body was wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket; and she absolutely loved it. She wrapped her arms around Sarah and slowly stroked her back. "Good girl. You're such a good, little girl," Nikki murmured. Sarah mumbled something and twisted around a little so she could stretch out her legs. Then she began wriggling her hips, almost like she tried to grind against something that wasn't there. "Aww." Nikki couldn't help but smile. "Is my little pet tingly and itchy in her pants?" Sarah made some frustrated sounds, but stayed snuggled up close to Nikki. "Do you want your Mistress to give you a hand?" Nikki brushed Sarah's hair away from her face. "Mm-hmm" Sarah nodded as much as she could without letting go. "And what would you like me to do, my sweet little Sarah-cub?" Nikki leaned back, letting her nipple slip away from Sarah's eager lips. "Can I please come, Mistress Nicolette. I can't... go through class like this. I'll explode," Sarah said, out of breath. "Are you sure sweetie?" Nikki piled on the fake maternal concern. "It'll make your nice and dry diaper squishy, and we won't have time to change it before class. Do you think you can make it all the way through the day, knowing what I'm wearing under my skirt?" Nikki slid the hand that wasn't supporting Sarah down to her crotch to stroke her latex panties. Sarah's eyes followed the hand and she swallowed. Then she nodded. "I need it," she begged. "Please," she added with a whisper. "Very well then," Nikki said magnanimously. "But you have to promise to be a good girl today." Sarah nodded eagerly. "So no playing with yourself between classes." "Mm-hmm." "And I expect this diaper to be wet before the final class starts." Nikki smirked as Sarah's eyes went wide. "And I will check before class starts." "Yes Mistress." Sarah sighed. "Oh, and I want a good grade on my term paper." "Hang on," Sarah protested. Then she gasped as Nikki grabbed her diapered crotch and gave it a squeeze. "Like I said: I want a good grade on my term paper." Nikki let go of the diaper and began to slowly rub it. "Do we have an understanding Miss Sarah?" Sarah moaned and tried to grind her hips against Nikki's hand. "Yes, yes, whatever. Just don't stop," she panted. Nikki frowned. Oh crap. She's not going to stop anything she'll regret later. You have to be very, very careful now Nikki. Don't screw this up. Having been teased right up to the edge of an orgasm and then being denied release over and over, Sarah hit overdrive in record time. In less than a minute she was writhing like an epileptic earthworm burrowing through itching powder. Nikki kept going, determined to let Sarah come this time. Only seconds later, Sarah arched her back and went rigid as a plank. She scrunched up her face and uttered a single squeak like a sickly rubber duck. Nikki continued rubbing and kneading and was rewarded with several smaller aftershocks, each of them accompanied by twitches and little squeaks. When she finally went limp and uncurled her toes, Nikki felt the diaper grow warm under her hand. "Whoa, did you just..." "Uh-huh." Sarah grinned goofily and nodded before snuggling closer to Nikki and nuzzling one of her breasts. Nikki twisted a little to help her find the nipple she was looking for. "But didn't you go to the bathroom less than half an hour ago?" "Ah faved a wittle," Sarah said around the nipple. "Aww, and you wanted a wet diaper." Nikki pulled her closer and gently stroked her back. "Juft fo' a wittle while," Sarah mumbled. "That's OK baby. You just let me know when you want to be changed." "Mm-hmm. No' ye'." "No baby, not yet." Nikki bent down and kissed Sarah's head. *** Nikki and Sarah just sat like that for what felt like half a glorious eternity. But eventually they were pulled away from their reverie by their rumbling bellies. Nikki gently rolled Sarah onto her back and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Ready for some breakfast?" Sarah didn't open her eyes; just smiled dreamily and nodded. Nikki looked at Sarah's blissful expression and just couldn't help herself. "Does my little baby want real food or should I just prepare a bottle?" she asked. "Don't need a bottle," Sarah opened her eyes and met Nikki's gaze. "I have the world's best boobies right here. "Aww." Nikki bent down and kissed the tip of Sarah's nose. Then she slid out from underneath her and got out of bed. "OK. You just wait here and I'll fix the food." Nikki debated whether or not to put on some clothes, but figured it was warm enough not to. And she wasn't planning on frying anything so she didn't have to worry about spatter. Despite Nikki's big plans, the breakfast ended up being a plate full of pimento, ham and cheese sandwiches, a couple of small pots of yoghurt and couple of sliced-up apples. After setting the table and putting the chairs back, Nikki took a moment and just looked at it. Then she had an idea. Oh. My. God. She's either going to love this, or think I've gone completely off the deep end. "OK baby, are you ready for some breakfast?" Nikki peeked inside the bedroom. Sarah was lying on the bed, her legs spread, her diaper swollen, her hair tousled and her torso still firmly wrapped in the sheet. Sarah peered up at her. "Yeah, just help me up." Sarah wriggled until she got her feet over the edge of the bed. Then she tried, and failed, to sit up. Nikki helped Sarah up and grabbed her pants off the floor before following her out of the bedroom. "Mmmm. That looks yummy," Sarah said when she saw the food. "Well, have a seat." Nikki led Sarah to one of the chairs and pulled it out for her and helped push it back in after she sat down. "Now, just one more thing..." Nikki pulled the belt off the pants and put around Sarah's waist and the back of the chair. She tightened the belt so Sarah was stuck in the chair. "What the hell?!? What are you doing Nikki?" Sarah exclaimed. "Language, language," she said. "I'm just making sure that my little baby doesn't fall out of her high chair while she's having her breakfast." Nikki ran a finger up Sarah's neck then down along her jaw. Sarah turned her head, looked up at Nikki and took a deep breath. "Atilla," she said. Nikki pulled her hand back. "Atilla?" For the three years they had been together, Sarah had only used any of their safe words maybe half a dozen times. And 'Atilla' was the signal for 'this is kind of OK, but don't take it further.' "Yeah. At least when it comes to the baby-stuff." "OK sweetie." Nikki bent down and kissed Sarah's forehead. "I don't really see Mistress Nicolette feeding her little Sarah-cub." Nikki crinkled her nose and nodded in agreement. "Good point." "Buuuut... I wouldn't mind getting some breakfast from my favourite mommynatrix." Sarah leaned her head to one side to rest it against Nikki's bare chest. "Aww." Nikki stroked Sarah's hair, then sat down next to her. "So, what would my little baby want for breakfast?" "I don't know Mistress. It all looks so good, I don't know where to start. What's in the sandwiches?" Sarah added the last question without any hesitation whatsoever. Don't know where to start, my arse. Nikki chuckled inwardly. "Um, that's ham and cheese and pimento. No, wait. It's pimento, ham and cheese. so it's a discount degree sandwich. A PhC. Get it?" Nikki grinned, rather proud of the joke. "That sounds really good Mistress. Can I please have a fuck-sandwich?" "A what?!?" "A fuh-k sandwich." Sarah over-enunciated Nikki's abbreviation, almost turning it into a two-syllable word. Nikki groaned and shook her head. Fucking teacher jokes. She grabbed one of the sandwiches and cut it in half, wolfing down one half and then holding the other half up for Sarah to take a bite. "Now remember to chew properly. We don't want to risk an upset tummy, now do we?" Nikki patted Sarah's stomach. Sarah rolled her eyes at Nikki and took a bite. "You're not mad, are you? About the baby-stuff, I mean. I didn't go too far, did I?" Nikki looked nervously at Sarah. These thoughts always showed up when Sarah used her safe words. Sarah shook her head. "Well Mistress; that depends. No pun intended. Did you bring giant baby clothes for me? Like a pretty bonnet and a giant onesie?" "Umm, no. Should I have?" "Absolutely not. I don't mind a little baby talk and things like that, but I draw the line at getting dressed up as a baby." "OK, but you do have a giant onesie. The one with the tiger stripes." "That's different," Sarah protested. "Really? How is it different, my little pet?" "It's not a baby onesie." "But you always wear your diapers under it," Nikki countered. "That's just to make it extra comfy; not to be a baby." Sarah pouted. Nikki leaned in and kissed the pout, making it melt away. "OK, no dressing you up as a baby." Nikki sipped her coffee and reached for another sandwich. "Except maybe for Halloween?" she asked. "I'll think about it." Sarah opened her mouth as Nikki fed her another bite of the sandwich. "Mmm-thank you Mistress," she said with her mouth full. "Now now." Nikki gave Sarah a reproachful look. "Chew, then swallow, and then talk." Sarah sighed and rolled her eyes at Nikki. "Uh-uh-uh. That's not how good little girls behave. Keep this up and I'm not going to let you play with this." Nikki glanced down. She saw Sarah's gaze zero in on her panties which were beginning to feel very slippery inside. Good thing they're waterproof. Nikki pushed down the urge to tease Sarah by playing with herself right there at the table. What the hell is going on with me; with us? We're both hornier than two dozen moose. No, wait. That's antlers, not horns, isn't it? So what's really the diff- "...bout, Mistress?" "Huh?" Nikki shook her head to clear her mind. "I asked what you were thinking about. You had that faraway look on your face. That usually means you're worried about something. Or you're planning something deliciously naughty." "Oh, I was just thinking about how this week's been really different for both of us. Lots of firsts." "Well, once you get used to being all alone, with nobody else for miles around, our safe, little apartment becomes a lot bigger." Nikki nodded in agreement. "Still, it's not just where we do things, but also what we do. Like, you haven't been into the whole schoolgirl thing before." "Yeah. About that..." Sarah hesitated. "Mistress Nicolette is a lot more grown up than my usual pupils." "Mm-hmm." Sarah looked down and smiled slyly. "Plus, she's incredibly hot. And has the best taste in clothes." "Aww." Nikki reached out to cup Sarah's cheek. When her thumb brushed against Sarah's lips, she quickly opened her mouth and captured it, giving it a warm, wet suck before Nikki had a chance to pull it out. Nikki laughed. "Looks like somebody has a bit of an oral fixation. I can think of a few ways of putting those lips to a better use before we go on a little hike today." Nikki grabbed one of the pots of yoghurt and a teaspoon before getting up. "Would you like that?" ---------------------------------- That's the end of the bonus smut for this story. Whatever happens the remaining days is up to your own demented minds. Feel free to post ideas here. If I like them, maybe there will be a story about one of the remaining days.

A very different week - Day one (Road Trip - Part 5 of 4) The sun peeked in between the curtains, silently hammering its rays against Nikki's eyelids until she had no choice but to wake up. She squinted against the sun and pulled the blanket up over her head. Whoever had the idea of a bedroom with windows facing east ought to be shot. Nikki looked down to where Sarah was sleeping. She lay curled up with her back to the window. Nikki inched closer and looked over Sarah's shoulder. She had her thumb securely stuck in her mouth, just like Nikki suspected she would. Sarah denied it whenever she was asked about it, but more and more often Nikki had found her sucking her thumb in her sleep. That was when she had an idea. As slowly and carefully as she could, Nikki reached for her phone on the shelf above the bed. She opened the camera app and snuggled closer, feeling the heat of Sarah's bare back through her t-shirt. Then she reached over Sarah with the phone and took a selfie with herself and Sarah; topless, thumb in mouth and collar on full display. She was almost disappointed she couldn't get the camera far enough away to also get the white plastic panties covering Sarah's cloth diapers. Nikki carefully put the phone back on the shelf and slipped her arm around Sarah's waist, pulling her closer. "Mmmm?" Sarah stirred as Nikki kissed her neck. "Good morning sweetie," Nikki whispered. "How is my little baby girl doing today?" "Mmm-nottababy. Wanna sleep," Sarah mumbled. Then she realised she had her thumb in her mouth and pulled it out. "Can't we just stay in bed?" "Oh no. It's time for breakfast soon, and I need to know if my little pet needs to be changed first." Nikki slid a hand down to Sarah's thickly padded crotch and patted it. "Nikki," Sarah complained, "you know I don't." "A little more respect, if you don't mind." Nikki rolled Sarah over on her back and straddled her stomach. "I'm sorry Mistress," Sarah said, fake contrition obvious in her voice. "I don't believe for a second that you really are." Nikki leaned down and kissed Sarah's forehead, giving her a faceful of boobs. "But you will be." "Stupid t-shirt," Nikki heard Sarah mumble below her. Sarah slid her hands under Nikki's t-shirt and began pulling it up. Nikki grabbed Sarah's wrists and pinned them against the pillow. "Now, here's what's going to happen: I'm going to the bathroom and then I'm making breakfast. Before we eat, I'm putting your daytime diapers on, so I expect you to be on this bed, naked, clean and ready by the time I'm done. The toilet is in the outhouse and there's a wash basin next to the front door." Sarah's eyes went wide. "You expect me to walk around outside in just my diaper?" Nikki rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You get to wear your collar and shoes too. And you don't have to wear your diaper." "That's not what I meant, and you know it." "Oh, are you sure that's how you want to play it?" Nikki's scrutinised Sarah's face looking for signs of hesitation. Sarah just gave her her best 'I dare you' grin. "Very well." Nikki let go of Sarah's wrists and got out of bed. She opened the bag on the floor and pulled out a six-foot length of paracord. She quickly threaded one end through the ring in Sarah's collar and gave the makeshift leash a tug to encourage her to get moving. Sarah waddled behind Nikki across the living room and to the entry hall. "Shoes," Nikki said and pointed to Sarah's light blue crocs. She awkwardly leaned against the wall and slid her feet inside, wriggling her heels in place. By the time she was done, Nikki had stepped into her unlaced sneakers. She tugged on the rope again and opened the door. Then, wearing just her t-shirt and panties, she walked out, pulling Sarah along. Sarah stumbled out the door and into the sunlight and birdsong of an early morning in the middle of nowhere. Nikki marched along the wall and around the corner, steadily pulling Sarah along. "Come on, there's nobody to see you here. Except the birds." Nikki gave the leash another tug. She led Sarah to the outhouse. The pungent chemical smell made Sarah wrinkle her nose. "As much as I love you, wet diapers is as far as I'll go, so..." Nikki put a hand on Sarah's back and gently, but firmly pushed her through the door. "And that's the only reason you still have the use of your hands," she added through the closed door. Nikki had time to put on a pair of shorts and a less worn-out t-shirt before Sarah was finished. When she opened the door, Nikki saw that Sarah had wrapped the towel they used as her night diaper around herself. Sarah handed her the plastic pants. "Do you know what this means?" Nikki asked as she grabbed the rope that hung from Sarah's collar. "What do you mean Mistress? I'm just wearing my diapers, like you told me to." Sarah smiled smugly, satisfied at having found a loophole in the rules. Nikki led Sarah back to the cabin, but stopped by the washbasin on the small counter outside the front door. She handed Sarah a pair of surgical gloves. "Can I at least wash my hands first?" Nikki pretended to think about it for a moment before nodding. Sarah quickly washed her hands in the cold water and dried them on her towel-dress. Then she pulled on the gloves. It was a little fiddly, but eventually she succeeded. Sarah knew what came next so she held out her hands, palm up, to get one tennis ball in each hand. Nikki wrapped a single strip of duct tape around each hand, holding the ball in place and reducing Sarah's hands to useless lumps. "Now, hands on the counter," Nikki commanded. Sarah glanced at her as she turned around and did as she was told. It was obvious she was enjoying the opportunity to be even more domineering than when they usually played. Nikki came up behind her, put her hands on Sarah's hips and pulled her back from the counter until she was standing bent over. Then she tapped the insides of Sarah's ankles with her foot to get her to spread her legs. Sarah shivered as she felt the breeze caress her barely covered buttocks. Nikki stepped on the rope leash, making sure that Sarah couldn't stand up straight; then she yanked the towel off Sarah. Sarah squeaked in surprise and tried to cover herself with her hands, only to find that she couldn't do that without falling over. "What are you-" she started. "Ah-ah-ah. No talking." Nikki gave Sarah's buttock a quick smack. Sarah yelped. "Since you're going to be wearing your diapers every day this week, hygiene is very important. So every morning, we're going to make sure that you're nice and clean before putting on your diapers." "But Nikki-" SMACK! Sarah got another swat across her butt. "But Mistress-" SMACK! "What did I say about talking?" Nikki said sternly. "Please Mistress, may I say something?" Nikki paused for a moment, then nodded. "One sentence," she said. "Make it count." "I know it's important to be clean, but why do we have to do it out here in the open?" Nikki soaked a washcloth in the basin and ran it up the inside of her thigh. She jumped at the cold, wet touch. "First of all," Nikki explained calmly, "I didn't want to risk spilling any water indoors. Even if it wouldn't be me who would have to mop it up." She switched to Sarah's other thigh, smiling at Sarah's involuntary shiver. "Second, we're doing it out here because that's more embarrassing for you. And deep down, you like that; it turns you on. Doesn't it?" Nikki cupped Sarah's crotch, slowly sliding a finger along the folds of sensitive skin. Sarah closed her eyes and moaned softly. "That's what I thought." Nikki rubbed Sarah's mound with her thumb. "Remind me that we take care of that stubble tomorrow." "Yes Mistress," Sarah gasped. She bit her lip in an effort to stay quiet. Then, just as quickly as she had started, Nikki removed her hand. She wiped her hand on the washcloth and rinsed it out in the basin. Then she began to wash Sarah's mound, slowly working her way down between her legs. Nikki could see Sarah's knees wobble a little and hear her breathing grow heavier. "Oh, you like that, do you?" Sarah wisely didn't say anything. Nikki put the wet washcloth on Sarah's lower back. Then she squatted down behind her and spread her buttocks. A small rivulet of cool water trickled down between the spread butt cheeks and Sarah's knees almost buckled. "Please," Sarah whispered hoarsely. Nikki ignored Sarah's plea. She picked up the washcloth, and slowly and meticulously cleaned Sarah. Then she gave the butt cheek that she had spanked a little kiss. "Now don't move," Nikki said rose. She rinsed the washcloth and hung it to dry. Then opened the front door and went inside, leaving Sarah alone. When Nikki returned less than a minute later, she brought the jar of diaper rash cream. Normally they only used baby powder unless Sarah actually had a rash. But normally, she wouldn't be wearing diapers more or less non-stop for a week either. Sarah eyed the jar with obvious dislike. She didn't like the rashes it reminded her of having. Also, she didn't like the way it smelled. So she closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth. Nikki looked at Sarah obediently standing bent over and naked, with her leash hanging from her collar and her eyes closed. She quietly took out her phone and snapped the second picture of the day. Then Nikki removed the lid from the jar and scooped out a generous helping. She knelt next to Sarah and began spreading the white, greasy ointment out across her mound, slowly working her way down and backwards. Sarah moaned again as Nikki's slick fingers brushed against her lips. She moved her hips in an attempt to get them to hit the right spot. "Cut it out," Nikki said sternly after a little while. She gave Sarah's butt a quick flick, leaving a white smudge. Then she scooped out a little more of the ointment and slowly worked her way up between Sarah's butt cheeks, pausing to poke her puckered sphincter; not hard enough to actually penetrate, but still hard enough to make Sarah think she might. Nikki heard the sharp intake of breath and grinned. It was just the reaction she was hoping for. "You like that too?" Nikki spread the butt cheeks with her fingers and used her thumb to give Sarah another little poke, just for emphasis. She could see Sarah's cheeks and neck redden as she nodded. "Use your words sweetie," she said in a syrupy-sweet tone. Nikki continued moving her thumbs in lazy circles. "Yes Mistress," Sarah whispered unsteadily. "Maybe we should do something about that then. Would you like that?" Sarah's only response was her heavy breathing. Nikki grinned. "But not now. It'll have to be a surprise for some other time." Nikki let go of Sarah's butt and stood. While Sarah caught her breath, Nikki washed her hands. Then she helped Sarah stand up straight. "Now come along. It's time for you to get dressed." Nikki grabbed the rope and gave it a little tug. The first couple of steps gave Sarah a bit of a surprise. The way her greasy buttocks rubbed against each other was a rather novel sensation and not at all unpleasant. Sarah swung her hips a little extra to get the most out of it. Nikki stopped and turned to look at her. "Close your eyes sweetie," Nikki said. She reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Sarah's ear. "And hands behind your back." Sarah did as she was told. She smiled as Nikki's hand slid from her ear to her cheek and she turned her head to kiss Nikki's palm. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself." Sarah couldn't help shifting her weight from foot to foot just to keep swaying her hips. "Keep your eyes closed sweetie." Nikki took a step back, pulled out her phone again and started recording a video. "So why do you like it?" "Mmmm, it just feels so good. It's like my butt is all slippery." "And you like being all smooth and slick?" "Yes Mistress," Sarah said dreamily. "You want to do this more?" "Mmmm-yes Mistress." "Ask nicely. What does my little pet want me to do?" "Please Mistress, I want to be all smooth and slippery." Nikki hadn't heard Sarah sound so needy since the time she had had a terrible nightmare and needed to be held while she slept. "If you're a good little girl," Nikki said, trying to sound benevolent, "I'm sure we can find some kind of reward for you." "Thank you Mistress." Sarah bit her lower lip and smiled shyly. Nikki stopped recording and put the the phone back in her pocket. "But we should probably get you dressed for breakfast. After all, we don't want you making ointment marks wherever you sit down, now do we?" Nikki led Sarah back to the bedroom. On the bed, she had unfolded one of Sarah's thickest diapers. "Sit." Nikki put a hand on Sarah's chest and gave her a little push. She sat down on the diaper. Nikki gave her another little push to make her lie back, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Sarah lifted her head to watch Nikki as she put one hand on each knee and spread Sarah's legs. She was so lost in her lust-fuelled haze that she didn't even care that her ointment-greasy crotch was exposed to the warm sunlight and anybody who happened to look through the window would see everything. Nikki picked up the box of baby powder, looked down at Sarah, then shook her head as if she was arguing with herself before putting it away again. Nikki spread Sarah's legs even more, and lifted her feet up onto the mattress. "OK, lift your butt," she said. When Sarah lifted her hips off the mattress, sliding back a little bit, Nikki adjusted the diaper under her before guiding her hips back down for a perfect landing. Seconds later, the diaper was in place. Sarah gave a disappointed pout as she rubbed her useless hands over the diaper's smooth plastic. "OK sweetie, I'm going to make breakfast. Why don't you go sit outside in the sunshine in the meantime." Nikki took one of Sarah's hands and helped her sit up. Then she turned to leave. "Mistress?" If she keeps this up it'll be lunch before we eat. Nikki turned back around. "Yes Sarah? What is it now?" Sarah held up her taped hands. "I think I'm going to need a little help putting on my shorts." She nodded towards the oversized Bermuda shorts lying next to the bed. They had been bought for the sole reason that they were big enough to fit over even the thickest of Sarah's disposable diapers. "No you don't," said Nikki. "When you came out of the bathroom wearing your diaper towel as a dress, I realised that you obviously didn't mind having your diaper on display, so-" "That's not why-" "Shush. Little girls should be seen and not heard. Like I said: You obviously didn't mind having your diaper on display, so your pants privileges have been revoked for today." "What?!? Do you mean-" "Want to make it two days?" Nikki cut Sarah's protest off. Sarah sighed deeply. "No Mistress." "Are you going to behave yourself like a good little girl?" "Yes Mistress," Sarah said, mentally rolling her eyes at how theatrical and over-the-top Nikki was being. "Good. Now come along then." Nikki pulled her up and led Sarah to the veranda. She put a hand on Sarah's hip. "And feel free to sway those hips of yours. We both know you love how that feels." Sarah headed for the deck chair since that was the lowest of the chairs. Sitting in that, she'd be hidden from view. Nobody would be able to see the blindingly white diaper she was wearing. Actually sitting down was trickier than Sarah expected since she couldn't hold onto the sides of the chair, but eventually she sat down with something that felt like it should be an audible squish. Sarah barely suppressed a giggle at the sensation. This is so weird. Sarah knew she should feel mortified, sitting out in the open wearing nothing but a diaper and a dog collar. And she was nervous. Truth be told, she was terrified. But at the same time, she was also excited. *No, not excited. This is beyond excited. I'm... horny.* Just thinking the thought, admitting that word, unleashed a torrent of thoughts. Why was she so turned on by being embarrassed? Did she actually like the humiliation, or was it just the price she paid for pleasure? And when would that price become too high? Sitting outdoors in just her diaper would have been unthinkable only 24 hours earlier, but doing it now was equal parts terrifying, thrilling and tempting. OK, maybe two parts terrifying, but still... It was like riding a really rickety roller coaster. Sarah wondered how much she would be willing to provoke Nikki before she would actually use her safe word. She had almost said it when Nikki had had her stand naked outside the front door just minutes earlier; and also when she was sent out on the veranda. But knowing what would come afterwards, or actually not knowing, had stopped her. Most of the times Nikki had pushed Sarah's limits the last four years, she hadn't ended up regretting it. Of course there was the occasional slip-up, especially at first, but they worked things out afterwards. And Sarah had to admit she liked how attentive and caring Nikki was after they screwed up. It almost made it worth it. Sarah smiled and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her body as it slowly climbed up over the tops of the trees. She let one of her hands drift down to her diaper. She wasn't going to do anything; just let it rest there while she tensed her left buttock, then her right, and then the left again. Shifting her weight from side to side like that felt almost as good as walking had. She would just need a little bit of extra help. Hardly any at all. Just a couple of seconds wouldn't hurt. "What are you doing?!?" Sarah's eyes flew open. Nikki was standing in the open door holding a tray. Sarah yanked her hand away. "I... I..." "Is that any way for a good little girl to behave?" Sarah blushed. She hated getting caught playing with herself. Even when she knew that Nikki was planning on her doing it. Not just planning, but damn near ensuring it. *Making me hornier than a teenager during a make-out session and then leaving me all alone. It's just not fair. And it's so embarrassing; so...* "You know what? I wasn't going to do this just yet, but you obviously want me to go all dominatrixy on you. I mean, why else would you keep disobeying me?" Nikki put down the tray. "Don't you move." She turned and went back inside. Sarah looked at the tray sitting on one of the other chairs. There were sandwiches and coffee and orange juice and little slices of apple. She suddenly became acutely aware of how hungry she was. Hungry, and hot. The dew on the sides of the glasses of orange juice looked so inviting and cool. Much better than the single bead of sweat slowly rolling down Sarah's chest. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the heat and the food just sitting there right in front of her. Sarah began shifting her weight from side to side in an attempt to take her mind off it. It didn't feel anywhere as good without her hand helping out. In fact, it was more frustrating than anything else. Sarah opened her eyes and just stared up at the eaves, counting the nails. She managed to get to thirty-seven before she noticed movement. Nikki stepped through the door, almost tripping on the abnormally high threshold. She had changed out of her shorts and t-shirt, and was now wearing a neon pink bikini with black polka dots. It definitively didn't look very domineering. In fact, it made her look more like an overgrown teenager. Nikki brought a wrapped present out from behind her back and handed it to Sarah. "I wasn't going to give you this until later this week, but it looks like now is as good a time as any." When Nikki put the present on Sarah's lap, Sarah held up her taped hands and just raised an eyebrow. Nikki smiled. Then her entire posture changed. She went from her usual confident self to the insecure, nervous and awkward demeanour of a teenager. She clasped her hands behind her back and twisted, not quite looking directly at Sarah. "OK, I'm going to help you unwrap it. But only because I think you're the best teacher in the world Miss Sarah," Nikki said, sounding remarkably unlike herself. She knelt next to the deck chair and began unwrapping the package resting on Sarah's lap. "This really wasn't what I expected when you said to see you after class. I mean, I know you caught me looking down your top, but so do some of the boys. Not that I watch them or anything." Nikki stopped for a moment and looked up at Sarah. "You watch me too, don't you?" She looked expectantly at her. "Don't you?" she repeated with an edge to her voice. Sarah swallowed and nodded. Nikki slipped the ribbon from the package through the ring in Sarah's collar. "And this thing? Do you know how often I've wanted to tie something to that choker of yours and just parade you around the classroom like you're my little pet? I'll give you a hint: Every time you give us a pop quiz. And here I find you wearing a real collar." Nikki leaned closer. "I'm beginning to think that maybe you wanted me to find you like this; all helpless and ready for me. Was it?" Nikki gave the ribbon a little tug. Sarah nodded again, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. Nikki traced a line down Sarah's chest with her nail, sliding down between her breasts and around her bellybutton. Then she skated across the smooth, white plastic of the diaper. "And I can't believe you use diapers," Nikki said, looking back up at Sarah who just sat there in stunned silence. "You know, I used to babysit a lot, so I know how to change your diaper too. Does baby need a change yet?" She began to slowly rub Sarah's diaper. "Has my little baby peed her diaper right here in the classroom?" Sarah squirmed. "No," she whispered. "Are you sure? This thing doesn't really feel like it's dry." Nikki kept rubbing slowly; so frustratingly slowly. Sarah groaned. "Is there another reason why it's not dry Miss Sarah?" Nikki asked in a mock-innocent tone. "Is it because you like it when I do this?" She stopped rubbing Sarah's padded crotch and just lightly patted it. Sarah moaned longingly. "No no Miss Sarah, you have to use your words. Say 'Yes Mistress Nicolette'. If you don't, I'm going to go get the rest of the class so they can see you like this too." Nikki leaned closer and whispered, "and I really don't want to do that since I want to have you all to myself." Nikki sat back on her heels again. "So why isn't your diaper dry? Is it because, deep down, you like this?" Sarah swallowed. "Yes Mistress Nicolette," she whispered. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Nikki stroked Sarah's cheek. "You're being such a good, obedient, little girl that I think you deserve a reward." Nikki unwrapped the package that Sarah had forgotten about and lifted the lid of the box. Inside, resting on crumpled-up tissue paper, were two pairs of sturdy-looking, black leather cuffs. "Do you like them?" Nikki held up the two biggest ones so Sarah could get a better look at them. The sun glinted off the chromed buckles and rings. "These are for your ankles. And these," she held up the other, smaller pair, "are for your wrists." Nikki put the box on the floor and crawled around the chair until she was behind Sarah. "Now give me your hand." When Sarah hesitated, Nikki sighed. "Can you hear that?" she said. "Sounds like there's somebody outside the classroom. I wonder if I remembered to lock the door. We wouldn't want them to hear something that would make them open the door and look inside, now would we?" When she didn't answer, Nikki reached around Sarah and pinched her nipples, eliciting a squeak and a sharp intake of breath from her. "Now would we?" Nikki repeated. "No Mistress Nicolette." "Because that would be bad, wouldn't it?" Nikki began rolling Sarah's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, feeling the flesh harden as she kept pinching. "Mmm-yes Mistress Nicolette." Nikki leaned in close and whispered. "Imagine what they'd say if they saw you, Miss Sarah, diapered and collared right here in the classroom. What they'd think." Sarah swallowed and bit her lip as Nikki gave her ear lobe a quick nibble. "So you'd better be an obedient little pet so I don't have to raise my voice. Now give me your hand." Sarah lifted her right arm and swung it back to Nikki. She could hear the delicate tinkling sound of Nikki undoing the buckle of the cuffs, then she felt the cool touch of leather encircling her wrist. "And the other hand," Nikki whispered, barely audible over the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves. Sarah swung her left arm back to have it cuffed in the same way as the right. Next there was a metallic click and Sarah found her arms stuck behind her. "See? Now all I need to tie your hands is a carabiner." Nikki tore the tape and gloves off Sarah's hands and crawled back around the chair. "Maybe we should have some eye hooks for your desk. We could lay you out like a sacrifice in some cheap pulp novel. A not-a-virgin-by-the-time-I'm-done-with-you sacrifice to the gods of higher learning." Nikki smiled. She put a hand on each of Sarah's knees and slowly pushed them apart. It only took her a few seconds to get the cuffs around Sarah's ankles too. "Now you're going to be well-behaved and not make a fuss while I tie your legs, right?" Nikki looked Sarah in the eyes and slowly ran a hand up the inside of Sarah's thigh, causing an involuntary shiver. Sarah lowered her gaze and nodded. "Because you're my little pet teacher, aren't you?" Sarah nodded again. "No-no-no-no-no Miss Sarah," Nikki frowned and shook her head. "That won't do. I want to hear you say it. What are you?" "I'm... I'm your pet teacher." "Yes you are, yes you are." Nikki used the paracord from Sarah's collar and quickly tied her legs to the chair. Then she slid her hand further up Sarah's thigh and in under the diaper. Her fingers slid over ointment-slick skin until she found what she was looking for. Sarah closed her eyes and moaned as Nikki's finger slid inside her. "Shh," Nikki said, playing with the slick folds of skin. "You have to be a good, little girl and stay quiet. Otherwise, I'm going to have to find some way to make you be quiet. Maybe a nice pacifier?" Nikki pulled her hand out of Sarah's diaper just before Sarah came. She gave another low groan of frustration at being denied release again. Nikki wiped her fingers on Sarah's calf before standing up and moving to Sarah's side. Nikki scratched her chin. "This is getting a little confusing," she said, putting on a puzzled expression. "This tells me you're my little pet," Nikki gave Sarah's collar a little tug. "But this," Nikki grabbed Sarah's diaper and gave it a rough squeeze, "this clearly says that you're a little baby girl." Nikki stepped over the chair and stood there with one leg on either side, towering over Sarah. "I know Miss Sarah," Nikki suddenly exclaimed. "You can be my little puppy. No, my little cub." Nikki sat down on Sarah's lap and leaned close, rubbing her nose against Sarah's. "Does Miss Sarah want to be my little cub? My little baby cub?" Without waiting for a response, Nikki pulled her bikini top up and off. "Is my little Sarah-cub hungry? Does she want a little breakfast?" Nikki leaned forward, giving Sarah a faceful of boobs. When Sarah played along and latched on to one of her nipples, Nikki reached back to knead and squeeze her diaper. It only took Sarah seconds to catch up to where she had been a minute earlier, and only moments later Nikki could feel the tell-tale twitching of muscles in Sarah's stomach. She bent down to kiss the top of Sarah's head and whispered, "Such a good girl, such a good girl." Sarah came with a muffled moan, and Nikki just held her close with her free arm and kept whispering to her as she continued kneading, squeezing and rubbing her diaper. When Sarah finally calmed down and Nikki let go of her, she slumped back in the chair in a post-orgasmic daze. "Normally, Nikki..." Sarah finally said with a dopey grin, "Normally I'm not a fan of the whole schoolgirl thing, but that was... Wow." Nikki stood, still with one leg on each side of the chair. Despite the somewhat awkward stance, she found that she liked towering over Sarah like this. She put her hands on her hips and tried to look stern. "That's 'Mistress', not 'Nikki'. Now, did you enjoy that?" "Yessss Mistress," Sarah said lazily, her eyes still closed. "And what do well-behaved, little girls say when they get a special treat?" "Thank you?" Nikki cleared her throat. "Thank you Mistress," Sarah corrected. "That's better." "Mistress?" "Yes my little cub?" The blush that rose on Sarah's cheeks made Nikki grin. "Can I please put on my shorts now?" "Oh! You thought that was part of the game?" Nikki stepped back on one side of the chair and squatted down next to it to pat Sarah's diapers. "Oh no. These are going to be on display all day sweetie. And if you ask again, the same goes for tomorrow." Nikki sat down on the floor next to the chair and moved the tray closer. "Now, does my little Sarah-cub want some breakfast?"

Road Trip (Part 4 of 4) Sarah suspected that the first couple of hours of their drive had been copy/pasted from the day before. Around lunchtime, Nikki stopped at a petrol station to use the bathroom there. Like the day before, Sarah topped up the tank and waited. She debated whether she should wet her diaper now or wait. She checked her watch. It was still at least four or five hours until they'd arrive at wherever they were going, and she was going to have to pee long before that. She could wet herself now and change her diaper in the bathroom here. Just then, Nikki came out of the bathroom. The expression on her face told Sarah that she really wouldn't want to use that bathroom. And judging by the way Nikki walked, neither had she. "Fuuuuuck! That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. You didn't buy any food here, did you?" Sarah shook her head. "Nope. I didn't even get anything to drink yet." "Good. I don't want to risk food poisoning or something." Nikki went inside to pay. I guess I'm using the diaper then. Sarah got back in the car. Over the next hour, the landscape they drove through gradually changed. The occasional tree between fields turned into small clumps of trees which eventually turned into a full-blown forest of densely packed fir trees on both sides of the road. The road itself also changed; going from straight and flat to being full of turns and hills. At every turn and bump, Sarah could see Nikki tense up and almost grit her teeth. "You know," Sarah said quietly, "there's a really simple solution." She patted her swollen crotch. She had begun wetting her diaper soon after they left the petrol station. "I'm not using a diaper," Nikki said resolutely. "Come on. It's not as bad as you think," Sarah coaxed. "And it's not like you'd lose your dominatrix licence or anything." Sometimes Sarah really wished she could take care of Nikki like she did for her; making her feel valued and safe and cared for. Also, Sarah thought Nikki would look adorable in diapers too. "Sweetie, wearing diapers is your thing, not mine," Nikki said tersely. Sarah could hear the tension in her voice and decided not to push it. Mere minutes later, Nikki exploded in a loud "Goddamnit!" and stopped the car. She threw open the door and marched in a very tap-dancing way around the car and into the woods. Sarah switched off the engine and closed the driver's side door before following her. "Are you OK?" she asked when she heard some rustling behind one of the bushes nearby. "Yeah," said a quiet voice. "But could you get the sweat pants from my bag?" "Sure." Sarah turned back towards the car. "And a plastic bag," Nikki added. Sarah went back to the car and found the pants and the bag, bringing them back to Nikki's bush. "What happened?" Sarah asked. "Just remind me to wear a skirt the next time I'm squatting behind a bush to pee." "Oh, didn't you get your pants off in time?" Sarah felt a knot of worry in her stomach. She had had a few leaks over the last three years, but she had always known that was a risk she ran when wearing diapers. Actually peeing her pants however, was something she had never done. She imagined it felt even worse for Nikki. She was all about being in control, and losing control like this had to feel like a terrible blow. "Oh, I got them off in time, but I pissed on one of the pant legs." Nikki peeled off her jeans and quickly wiped with them before putting them in the bag. "At least I missed the panties." "Oh." Nikki pulled on the sweat pants and tied the drawstring. Looking decidedly un-dominatrixy she looked at Sarah. "How about you? Do you need a change?" Sarah shook her head. "No, I'm good." "Are you sure? We're not stopping any more now and it's still several hours left." Nikki's voice had a definitive mother-knows-best edge to it. Sarah looked around. "We can't do it right here," she pointed out. "You're right," Nikki conceded. "There's way too much gravel and sharp rocks here. you'd tear the plastic and have a leak in no time." Not really what I was concerned with, but OK. Sarah took the plastic bag and tied it shut. She put it on the floor behind her seat and got back in the car. They only drove for a couple of minutes before Nikki turned right onto an overgrown dirt road and stopped. "Why are we stopping? Is this it? You said it was hours-" Nikki put a finger to Sarah's lips to shut her up. "I know why you didn't want to be changed back there; and we both know it wasn't because of the gravel. Right?" Sarah nodded. "So exactly why was it?" "You know," Sarah mumbled awkwardly, glancing back towards the main road. Nikki grabbed her chin and gently, but firmly, turned Sarah's head to face her. "I want you to say it." Sarah sighed. Nikki was in full dominatrix mode. Probably to make up for her accident back there. In a way, Sarah found it reassuring. When Nikki was like this, she wouldn't have to make decisions; Nikki was in charge and she would take care of everything. "I was afraid somebody might see, Mistress," Sarah said. "I guess it's a good thing that's not likely to happen here then." Nikki nodded towards the bushes and trees blocking their view of the road. "M-mistress?" "You just sit tight sweetie. I'll take care of everything." Nikki got out of the car and walked around it to open the door behind Sarah. She pulled out the bags and backpacks and put them next to the car. "Now I know your diaper's wet, and that it's been that way for a while. Actually, I'm a little surprised you haven't started to itch yet. I mean, we didn't even use the baby powder this morning." No sooner had Nikki mentioned it, then Sarah began to feel the beginning of an itch. It was that familiar itch that she knew would turn into the burning sensation of a full-blown diaper rash in an hour or two. She shrank into the seat. "Yes Mistress." Nikki opened Sarah's diaper bag, a fluorescent yellow gym bag, and pulled out the plastic tablecloth they used as her changing pad, spreading it across the back seats of the car. Next she opened Sarah's door and helped her out. "OK my little pet, get in the back." Mongolia, Mongolia, MongoliaMongoliaMongolia. Just say it! You can handle the diaper rash. Sarah hesitated, looking nervously back up the dirt road behind the car. Nikki wrapped her arms around Sarah and pulled her gently into a hug, letting Sarah rest her head on her shoulder while she slowly ran her fingers through her hair. Sarah could feel the muscles in her stomach twitching. "Are you afraid sweetie?" Nikki whispered. "Is there something you want to say?" Sarah just stood there for a moment. She didn't want a diaper rash ruining even parts of a week of complete relaxation with Nikki. But on the other hand she really didn't want to be changed in public. She nuzzled Nikki's neck while thoughts raced back and forth on her brain. Eventually she took a deep breath before whispering a single word. "Attila." Nikki stroked her back. "Are you sure?" she asked. Sarah swallowed and nodded. "Yes Mistress," she whispered. Nikki stood on tiptoe and kissed Sarah's forehead. Then she took Sarah's hands. "Okay sweetie." Sarah sat down on the back seat and lay back, scooting as far in as she could. The plastic felt cold against the back of her arms. She knew that the next couple of minutes would be difficult for Nikki. She would have to change Sarah's diaper without taking things any further. Sarah bit her lip and held her breath. Nikki leaned inside and undid Sarah's jeans. Sarah put her feet on the seat and lifted her hips, letting Nikki pull her pants down. Sarah felt her heart pounding in her chest as her diaper was exposed for the world to see. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe. "Are you OK?" Nikki's voice sounded so close. It was almost like she was right next to Sarah. Sarah only nodded in response. She felt Nikki's hands on her hips, undoing the tapes and then the cool air hit her clammy skin as Nikki pulled the diaper away. Sarah barely managed to suppress a shiver. Then she felt Nikki's hands press her knees apart. The jeans holding her ankles together made it all feel a little awkward; a little like being a chicken about to get stuffed. Then she felt the cool, soothing touch of baby wipes and forgot all about it. Nikki slowly and carefully cleaned her, and when she was done, Sarah moaned softly, not wanting her to stop. She had completely forgotten where she was. The sound of a car passing on the road brought her back however, and for a moment, Nikki was trapped between Sarah's legs as she instinctively clamped them together. "It's okay sweetie." Nikki reached up to stroke Sarah's cheeks. "There's no way they can see us from the road. "And besides, they're gone now." Slowly, Sarah's heart slid from her throat and back to its usual position. When Nikki saw that she had calmed down, she pressed Sarah's knees apart again. Then she unfolded a diaper and patted the side of Sarah's butt. When Sarah obediently lifted her butt, Nikki peeled the plastic away from her butt and slid the diaper in place. "Doesn't that feel better than that nasty, wet diaper?" "Mmm-hmm." Nikki gave Sarah's crotch a liberal dusting of baby powder before pulling the diaper up between her legs and taping it in place. Then she crawled backwards out of the back seat and helped Sarah out. Sarah stood facing the car with her pants around her ankles for a moment. "Isn't that better?" Nikki came up behind Sarah and slipped her arms around her, reaching down to stroke Sarah's diaper. "All nice and dry again." "Mmm-hmm." Sarah put a hand on top of Nikki's and wiggled her butt against her. "Now now, use your words," Nikki said with a grin and kissed the back of Sarah's neck. "Yeah. Much better" "And what do we say when somebody helps us?" Nikki gave Sarah's crotch a little squeeze before pulling her hand back. Sarah turned around to face Nikki. "Uh, thank you?" Nikki raised her eyebrows in a silent "Aaaaand?" "Thank you Mistress?" Nikki smiled. "Much better." She tucked a stray lock of hair behind Sarah's ear. "Now, as cute as you look wearing just your diaper, you should probably put your pants back on before we get going again." Sarah pulled her pants up and tucked her t-shirt inside before buttoning it and pulling the zipper, taking care not to get the plastic backing of the diaper caught in the metal teeth. While she did that, Nikki pulled the plastic tablecloth out of the back seat and shook it to get rid of the excess baby powder before folding it and putting it back in the diaper bag. Next, the bags were put back in the car, and finally, Sarah put her soiled diaper in a plastic bag and put it on the floor next to the bag containing Nikki's jeans. Nikki backed up onto the main road and continued towards whatever they were headed towards. Not knowing what was ahead was driving Sarah crazy. She kept fiddling with her phone, comparing the map on it to the map on the GPS. Occasionally she would look up, but the dense forest made it even harder to tell where they were going. The constant turns and ups and downs made Sarah feel a little queasy, so she put the phone away. There was something oddly mesmerising about driving through the dense forest. There would be the occasional rocky hillside that the road had been carved into, but other than that, there were just trees, trees, trees... "Wake up sweetie." Sarah was jolted awake by Nikki gently shaking her shoulder. "We're here." "Mmm-wasn't sleeping," Sarah mumbled. "Of course you weren't." Nikki's tone was that maternal, but belittling tone that Sarah hated, but at the same time also loved. When Nikki used it, it seemed to emphasise her authority, which Sarah found both a little embarrassing and intensely arousing. Sarah looked away and discreetly tried to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth. Outside the car was a small parking lot with a few cars. Next to the lot, were a couple of shacks, and beyond that, Sarah could see the sun reflecting off a lake. Nikki were already pulling the bags out of the car, so Sarah opened the door and stepped outside. She yawned and stretched. "Do you mind tossing the diaper in the trash?" Nikki pointed at a large, bright orange dumpster next to one of the shacks. Sarah quickly looked around to see if anybody could have heard what Nikki said, but there was nobody else in sight. She grabbed the bag with the diaper and quickly deposited it in the dumpster. When she got back, Nikki was carrying one of the big bags as well as the bright yellow diaper bag. Sarah put on the backpack and grabbed the other bag and followed Nikki. As they walked down a worn path to the lake, Sarah saw that what she had thought were more shacks were just roofs on pillars. They're like carports for boats. Nikki pulled a tarpaulin off one of the boats, knelt next to it and unlocked a padlock chaining the outboard engine to one of the pillars. "OK, give me a hand here," she said. Sarah took off the backpack and helped Nikki push the boat into the water. Nikki grabbed the rope tied to the bow and pulled the boat to a small pier. Sarah followed her, carrying the backpack and one of the bags. "So you still haven't told me where we're going," Sarah said as she handed Nikki the backpack. Nikki stowed the backpack at the front of the boat. "Wellllll," she began, "you remember Mort." "Doesn't really ring a bell, no." Sarah shook her head. "The accountant? The guy who had that huge crush on you a couple of years ago?" "Ooooh, him." Sarah cringed a little. That had been an awkward conversation. "Yeah. I remember." "Anyway, he and his girlfriend-" "He has a girlfriend? Good for him." "Yes, yes. They have a cabin up here and they're coming up here later this summer. They lent me the keys for a week, and all we have to do is make a detailed list of what needs fixing." "Well that's nice of him." Sarah handed Nikki the other bag. "Sure, plus it saves him from having to come up here to find out what he needs and then having to drive several hours to get it." "Good point." Sarah went to get the other bags. Once the remaining bags were securely stowed, Sarah came on board and Nikki started the engine. It took a couple of tries, but once it started idling, Nikki handed Sarah her phone with Google maps open. "It's been a couple of years since I was up here, so you're going to have to be my navigator. The cabin is marked on the map so I just need you to tell me where we're going ashore." "OK," Sarah said and made sure the phone stayed inside the boat as she turned around to face forward. "To infinity, and beyond!" she exclaimed and pointed forwards. "Idiot," Sarah heard Nikki murmur before she increased the throttle and let the boat glide away from the pier and out onto the lake. For the next ten minutes or so, the only sound was the purring of the engine as the boat made its way across the smooth surface of the lake. They passed a couple of cabins close to the water, but there didn't seem to be anybody home. The only signs of life were some birds that took off from a patch of reeds as the boat passed and the occasional silvery glimpse of a fish in the water. Eventually, the marker on the map moved away from the edge of the map and towards the middle. "OK, I think it's somewhere up there." Sarah pointed up a hillside that went straight into the water. "Can you see anywhere to go ashore? There's supposed to be one of those little boathouses somewhere." Sarah looked ahead, squinting against the sun. "There's one," she finally said and pointed. The boathouse was even smaller than the ones by the parking lot and it had what had to be the smallest beach in the world in front of it. It was even narrower than the boathouse itself. Nikki changed course and headed for it. Getting ashore proved trickier than getting into the boat. With no pier, Nikki deliberately drove the boat as far up on the beach as she could and then they had to take off their shoes and roll up their pant legs to wade the last couple of metres. Sarah went first, carrying one bag at a time onto dry land before Nikki joined her. They pulled the boat further onto the tiny beach before tying the bow rope to a sturdy-looking steel ring. "Do you think it's far enough up so there won't be a problem when the tide comes in?" Sarah studied the boat and the water lapping against the stern. "Sweetie. It's a lake." Sarah almost slapped her forehead. "Yeah, never mind. Dumb question," she mumbled. Nikki stood on a rock behind Sarah and hugged her. "So, are you ready to see our home for the next week?" Nikki gave Sarah's hickey a little kiss. "Yeah." Nikki cleared her throat and hooked a finger under Sarah's choker to give it a little tug. "I mean 'yes Mistress'." "Much better." Despite being in charge, Nikki grabbed one of the heavy bags in addition to the diaper bag while Sarah wrestled the backpack onto her shoulders again. Carrying just one heavy bag felt a little unbalanced, but it was still easier than lugging both bags up the narrow path that wound its way between some boulders and up the tree-covered hillside. Only a minute later, Sarah saw the cabin. It was dark red and looked like it had been built on a small shelf in the hillside. They walked around the corner and came to what looked almost like a narrow corridor. On one side was the rough stone of the hillside going straight up, almost as high up as the roof, and on the other was the wall of the cabin. In the middle of the wall, right next to the only window, was a green, oddly shaped door. It had a really high threshold and all the corners were rounded. "That's a weird door," Sarah remarked. "Yeah, Mort's grandparents built the cabin from old ship parts. All the doors are like this." Nikki struggled a little with the lock. "OK, that needs oil. We have to remember that." Nikki opened the door, wiped her feet and entered. The entry hall was tiny. Not even enough for the two of them to pass each other. On the left Sarah could see what had to be the smallest kitchen she had ever seen. She could probably reach anything in there without having to take a single step. On the right was a small bedroom with two bunk beds. "Ooo, bunk beds. That'll be nice and cosy." Nikki turned and looked at Sarah. "I guess, but I was kind of planning to use the other bedroom. The one with the double bed." Sarah followed Nikki into what could only be described as 'the rest of the cabin'. It was a small living room with a solid-looking dining table with mismatched chairs, a couple of easy chairs with a small table between them, a few bookcases and a fireplace. The windows had a stunning view of the lake. "Just put the bags here," Nikki said and pulled aside some drapes in the corner. When Sarah did, she saw a small bedroom, barely larger than the double bed. It almost looked like the room had been built around the bed. Sarah dropped the bag and sat down on the bed to slide the shoulder straps of the backpack off her shoulders. She rubbed her shoulders and cracked her neck. "Sweetie, want to come here for a moment?" Sarah got up and went back to the living room. Nikki was standing next to a door with an honest-to-god porthole. She opened it and stepped out onto a veranda that ran almost the entire length of the cabin and seemed to continue around the corner. She leaned on the railing and looked out over the lake. The view was breathtaking. "How didn't we see any of this from the boat?" Sarah asked. Nikki came up next to her and slipped an arm around Sarah's waist. "Look around," Nikki whispered. "What do you see?" "It's like there's nobody else in the world," Sarah whispered back. Nikki smiled. "The closest house is a twenty minute walk away. And there's no way to get another boat ashore. We're not getting any unexpected visitors unless they're being airlifted in." Nikki slipped a hand inside Sarah's waistband and pulled Sarah's t-shirt up. "Wha-" "Ssh." Nikki put a finger to Sarah's mouth. She continued pulling the t-shirt free. "Now kneel." Nikki put a hand on Sarah's shoulder and gently pressed down. "Kneel before Zod." Sarah rolled her eyes. "And you call me a nerd," she murmured "What was that?" "Nothing Mistress." Sarah knelt in front of Nikki who proceeded to pull her t-shirt off, closely followed by her sports bra. "You're not going to be wearing those this week unless I tell you to," Nikki said. "And the same goes for this..." She untied Sarah's choker. "Mistress?" Nikki stood behind Sarah. "This week, you're wearing this." The cool leather of her collar encircled Sarah's neck. Her breath caught in her throat, both from excitement and embarrassment. She lowered her head. "Yes Mistress," she whispered. "Thank you." Nikki stood next to Sarah and petted her hair. Together they looked out over the lake. It was going to be a very different week.

Road Trip (Part 3 of 4) The next morning, Nikki and Sarah sat across from each other in the small diner just down the road from the motel. The smell of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages was making Sarah's mouth water, but she had to wait for Nikki's pancakes to arrive. "So we'll get there, wherever 'there' is, today, right?" Sarah eyed the food hungrily. "Yeah. Sometime this afternoon." Nikki leaned back to let the waitress put a generous stack of pancakes in front of her. Sarah waited until the waitress had left before looking towards her breakfast. "May I?" she asked. "Yes sweetie." Sarah attacked her eggs and bacon, hardly chewing before swallowing. The eggs were mediocre at best and the bacon was a bit too salty, but Sarah didn't care. She hadn't eaten properly since she threw up the day before so she was hungry. They had both been too worn out to get a proper dinner the night before. Sarah wondered how you could get so tired from just sitting in a car and not even be the one driving. The evening before, Sarah taken a shower to clean up and afterwards, Nikki had insisted that Sarah put on her night diaper right away. After that, they had ended up just snuggling together in bed until they had fallen asleep in the middle of some cheesy Hallmark movie that they hadn't even caught the beginning of. Right now, Sarah was enjoying her first break from her diapers in over 24 hours. As much as she enjoyed wearing them, sometimes it was nice to not wear them too. And besides, she'd be wearing one soon enough again. "Sho ish lack eigh or nan ares t'day?" Sarah asked around a mouthful of eggs. Nikki looked at her with her trademark raised eyebrow. "Sweetie, Good girls don't talk when they have their mouths full." "Mm-hmm" Sarah said and began chewing more hurriedly. "And that also applies to food," Nikki added, almost causing Sarah to choke on her food. Sarah swallowed and blinked away tears. "I said 'so it's like eight or nine hours today'," she finally said. She took a quick sip of orange juice. "Ma'am," she added. "Yeah, that sounds about right." Nikki slid a foot up Sarah's calf, causing her to jump a little. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out if I should..." Sarah paused momentarily, "um, 'take precautions' today too." "Probably a good idea. If you've brought enough." Sarah grinned. "I brought enough for me to wear 24/7 for two weeks. Like I said, I know what petrol station bathrooms look like." "That's a good girl." Nikki slid her foot up to rest on the seat between Sarah's thighs, causing her to inhale sharply and look around to see if anybody noticed. "Nikki!" Sarah whispered sharply. "People will see." "So what, they don't know who we are. And besides, you should be glad I let you wear your grown-up undies for breakfast." Nikki wiggled her foot. "Now say thank you." Sarah swallowed. "Thank you Ma'am," she said quietly. "Ah-ah-ah. I want you to address me properly." Sarah blushed and whispered. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." She lowered her eyes and continued eating. "That's better. You know what? I think maybe you need a better reminder of who's in charge today. I'll have to think about it." Sarah felt the annoyingly pleasant tingle of excitement at her upcoming embarrassment; whatever it would be. After they were done eating, the girls went back to the motel. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Nikki pushed Sarah onto the bed. "Hey!" she protested. "Oh shush," Nikki said and crawled onto the bed to straddle Sarah's thighs. "I'm going to..." she grabbed Sarah's hands and pushed them up above her head. "...make sure..." Nikki leaned closer. "...everybody understands you're mine." She began kissing the side of Sarah's neck. Nikki was momentarily blocked by Sarah's choker, but quickly undid it and threw it aside before resuming her assault on Sarah's neck. "My god, do you have any idea of how good you taste?" Nikki ran her tongue up the side of Sarah's neck before continuing kissing and nibbling the same spot as before, causing Sarah to groan and squeeze her thighs together in a vain attempt to generate any friction. "Don't. Move." Nikki emphasised each word. Then she slid down Sarah's legs until she could reach the waistband of her jeans. She undid the button and zipper and began to tug at the jeans to pull them down. Eventually Nikki managed to get the jeans and panties past Sarah's hips. After that it was only a matter of seconds before they lay inside-out on the floor. "Close your eyes." Nikki slid further down until she stood at the foot of the bed. Sarah obediently closed her eyes. She felt Nikki put one hand on each of her ankles and gently, but firmly, spread her legs. Then she felt the mattress give as Nikki crawled onto it to kneel between her thighs. Nikki lifted Sarah's thighs to rest on top of hers and scooted even closer, just barely lifting her hips off the mattress. Sarah moaned longingly. "Shh," Nikki said. Sarah bit her lip. She felt Nikki's weight shift. Was she leaning back? Why would she be leaning ba- The dry, paper-like surface of a diaper pressed against Sarah's crotch, absorbing whatever moisture was there as Nikki quickly slid it under Sarah's butt and lowered it. "Wha-" Sarah began, raising her head. "Eyes closed." Nikki snapped. "But..." "Mouth too." Sarah closed her eyes again and in just a few more seconds, Nikki had the diaper taped in place. "OK, you can look." Sarah opened her eyes and pouted. She brought her hands down to her diaper. "Aww, I thought we were going to..." "There'll be time enough for that tonight," Nikki said and crawled off the bed again. "Now we have to get going, so get your pants back on and put the bags in the car. I'll go hand in the key and pay." Sarah stood and picked up her pants and her choker. When she looked in the mirror to make sure the little cameo brooch on the choker was properly centred, she noticed a fresh hickey on her neck. Of course she'd give me one of those. By the time Sarah came out of the room, Nikki was already sitting in the car with the motor idling. Sarah jammed the bags down behind the passenger seat, got in and buckled the seat belt. "What took you so long?" Nikki asked cheerfully. "Did you make yourself pretty for me?" She leaned in and kissed Sarah's hickey. Sarah let out a small moan and tried to kiss Nikki's forehead. Nikki slipped a hand down and gave Sarah's crotch a quick squeeze, causing her to jump. "I guess you're still just as ready as before." Nikki chuckled and buckled her own seat belt. "That's not fair," Sarah complained. "Maybe not, but I'm your mommynatrix. And that means I don't have to play fair." Nikki backed out of the parking spot and drove onto the road. To Sarah's surprise, she only drove to the diner before stopping. "And now, your beloved Mistress," Nikki emphasised the word, "wants her coffee refilled." She tugged Sarah's choker down a little so the whole hickey was clearly visible. "And don't try to hide that." "Seriously?" "What do you think?" Nikki held out her travel mug. Sarah sighed. "Yes Mistress," she said, taking the mug and opening the car door. When she walked through the door to the diner, Sarah felt like there was a spotlight on her hickey and that everybody was staring at it. It was actually so bad that for a moment it made her forget that she was wearing thick diapers under her now-tight jeans. Then the concern that people would notice her diaper bulge overtook that of her hickey, pushing it down to a very close second place. "Yes dear," the lady at the counter said as Sarah came closer. "Did you forget something?" "Um, no. I just wanted some coffee." Sarah held out Nikki's mug at the same time as she tried to keep an eye on absolutely everybody in the diner. She felt like everybody was watching her out of the corners of their eyes. The waitress filled the mug and Sarah paid before mumbling a "Thankyoubyebyehaveaniceday," and hurrying out. "Ooooooh coffee," Nikki said as Sarah got back in the car and handed her the mug. "Let's just get going." Sarah hurriedly buckled her seatbelt and made an effort not to look towards the diner. Nikki wasn't in a hurry and took a sip of coffee, sighing happily before putting the cup in its holder. "What's the rush, my pet." "Please Mistress," Sarah said, hoping the title would help her case. "Well, OK then. Since you asked nicely." Nikki smiled and headed for the horizon.

Road Trip (Part 2 of 4) It was late afternoon when Nikki pulled in at a petrol station. She barely let the car stop before she threw open the door and ran inside, leaving Sarah in the car with the motor idling. Sarah leaned over to look at the petrol gauge. It showed that they had about half a tank left, so she killed the engine and got out to fill up the tank. By the time Nikki returned, Sarah had filled the tank, paid and bought a couple of ice cold bottles of Sprite. She was leaning against the car, resting her arms on the roof and staring out across the fields on the other side of the road. "That is possibly the most disgusting petrol station bathroom I've ever seen," Nikki said. She sighed as Sarah handed her the other bottle. "That bad, huh?" "Oh they may have washed it for Easter. Easter 2012." Nikki put the bottle on the roof of the car and opened the glove compartment. "I'm going to need a bucket of hand sanitiser." Once Nikki was satisfied her hands were clean, she grabbed the bottle and held it to the back of her neck. "If you want to go to the bathroom, I'll keep an eye on things here. I want a sandwich anyway." "Nah, I'm good." Sarah fingered the narrow velvet choker around her neck. "I took precautions before we left home. I know what petrol station bathrooms can look like." Nikki raised an eyebrow across the roof of the car. "Oh did you now. Clever girl." "Thank you Ma'am Nikki opened the small cooler in the back seat and pulled out one of the paper-wrapped sandwiches. She tried to decipher the letter codes Sarah had scribbled on it, but had to give up. "OK, I give up. What does 'CPS' mean? Is it a sandwich so bad it'd be considered cruelty to give it to children?" Sarah smiled at that. "Nah. Cheese and parsley and salami." "You include the garnish in your codes?" "Well, I couldn't use CS. That's 'chicken salad'." Sarah rolled her eyes. "Oh, that sounds good. Did you make any of those?" "Nah. Too risky to eat in a moving car. One unexpected pothole and you have salad everywhere." "So if there aren't any chicken salad sandwiches, why couldn't you use 'CS' on this then?" Nikki held up the sandwich. "Because that'd just mess up the whole system. You can't just say that cheese and salami is the same as chicken salad" Sarah looked at Nikki like she had just made the most obvious point in the world. Nikki shook her head and chuckled. "You're insane." She sat down in the driver's seat and stretched her legs out of the open door. Then she unwrapped the sandwich and began eating it while Sarah continued staring out across the greenish-yellow fields. Sarah lost track of time watching the slowly undulating grains. She found herself wondering if it was wheat, or barley, or maybe rye. She imagined herself flying across the fields like Supergirl, low enough to touch the tips, and fast enough that every detail would just be a blur. She could almost hear the theme music in her head. "Earth to Sarah. Come in Sarah." Nikki's voice brought Sarah back down to Earth. "Huh?" "I asked if you were ready to get going or if you needed an extra minute for... you know." Nikki nodded towards Sarah's crotch. "Um, no. I'm good; I'm still dry." Sarah opened the car door and got in. She buckled the seatbelt and leaned back in the seat. Nikki started the engine and pulled out onto the road while Sarah fiddled absent-mindedly with her choker. Seconds later, Sarah gasped quietly. "Did you turn on the seat warmers?" she asked. "You did. Didn't you?" It wasn't so much a question as a playful accusation. "Did it make you think you wet yourself?" Nikki grinned. "Nope," Sarah lied brazenly. "Not even for a little bit?" "Not for a second." Sarah reached over and switched off the seat warmer. That had technically been true. But there had been that fraction of a second when she felt the heat bloom under her butt. The thought of losing control and wetting herself without wanting to was one of Sarah's big worries. She liked wearing her diapers and using them, but she was concerned about becoming too used to them. She didn't want to accidentally wet her pants because she thought she was wearing diapers when she wasn't. She was already wearing diapers at night. Not that she'd had any accidents, but still... She had to admit that Nikki ordering her to wear a diaper at night had felt annoying and unnecessary at first. But having Nikki diaper her and help her put on the plastic pants had quickly become a favourite evening ritual for the two of them. The sensation of the thick cloth padding did feel very soothing and comforting. Sarah couldn't be sure, but she felt like she slept better as well. Of course, that could also be because she spent most nights snuggled up to Nikki. Sarah hadn't really felt like analysing the whole thing. Sarah smiled and looked out the window. "What is it?" Nikki asked. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about my mommynatrix and how much I love her." "Aww." Nikki reached over and stroked Sarah's hair. Sarah stared at the straight, almost featureless road ahead. "I don't want to sound like a whiny kid, but-" "Are we there yet?" Nikki interrupted. "Yeah," Sarah admitted, smiling sheepishly. Nikki glanced down at the screen of the cheap GPS unit on the dashboard. "Just a little over two hours today." "Today?" "I did say it was a two-day-drive, and that we're spending the night at a motel." "No you didn't," Sarah protested. "Yes I did. Yesterday when we packed. Maybe my little pet didn't hear it because she was busy doing something she other than she was supposed to." Sarah blushed. "Maybe," she mumbled. "What was that sweetie?" Nikki asked in her most saccharine tone of voice. "Maybe," Sarah said. Nikki cleared her throat. "Ma'am," Sarah added. "Better. But I think I want to be called Mistress this week. After all, we're taking a break from our regular life, so I think I deserve a proper title. Don't you agree?" Sarah felt that all too familiar mix of worry and excitement form in the pit of her stomach; sort of like butterflies carrying hot coals. "Yes Mistress," she said, looking down at her lap. "That's my good, little girl." Nikki stroked Sarah's thigh. Sarah felt a warm glow of anticipation and wondered how Nikki was able to do that with only a few words. She sat back and stared out at the fields. She lost track of time, but the sun was still up when Sarah felt the familiar pressure of a full bladder. Briefly she wondered why it had taken so long, but didn't dwell on it. Instead she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly... and let go. The small spot of heat spread quickly down between her legs and spread out. Sarah tried to pace herself, not wanting to flood the diaper and have a leak. "Did you just wet yourself?" Nikki's quiet question danced its way through the fluffy mental clouds of Sarah's reverie. "Mm-hmm." "That's my good girl." Sarah was rewarded with another thigh rub, but this time Nikki's hand paused to pat her slowly swelling crotch. She smiled and tried to wriggle a little to trap Nikki's hand before she had time to snatch it away. "Ah-ah-ah," Nikki said disapprovingly. "That's no way for good girls to behave." "I'm sorry Mistress," Sarah said and pouted. "I won't do it again." "Good." Nikki didn't really sound like she believed Sarah. After another couple of minutes, Sarah spoke again. "Nikk- I mean Mistress?" "Yes sweetie?" "How can you always tell when I'm peeing?" Nikki laughed. "It's part of becoming a mistress. You get the power to read your little pets' minds and desires." Nikki tried to look snooty and self-important. "I mean seriously. How do you know?" Nikki smiled warmly. "Let's just say that your O-face and your P-face aren't just close alphabetically. So unless you just came, and let's be honest, you make more sound than just a little sigh when you do, you just peed." Sarah blushed again. "Are you saying that every time we've been out in public and I've wet myself I've looked like I was..." "Well kind of, yes." Sarah's blush deepened and she pulled the collar of her t-shirt up to hide her face. She couldn't believe that she'd looked like that in public. What had people thought. It took quite a while for Sarah to stop imitating a turtle and pull her t-shirt down again. She fidgeted a little to stop it from bunching up behind her back." "Do you need to get changed?" Nikki asked. The thought of Nikki stopping the car and changing her diaper right there by the side of the road filled her with dread. There was just no way she'd do that. "How long until we're at the motel?" Sarah asked "A little under an hour." Nikki replied. "I can manage until we're there," Sarah said. Nikki could have said twelve hours and her answer would have been the same. There was just no way she'd do that in public. Even if it was an abandoned road where you could see approaching cars more than a mile away. Sarah let go and peed again, feeling her diaper grow warmer and tighter as it swelled to absorb her urine. The GPS had been accurate and just under fifty minutes later, Nikki pulled in at a motel. The neon sign outside advertised that they had cable TV and complimentary Wi-Fi for guests. Nikki jumped out of the car and jogged to the reception. Her gait told Sarah that she would want to use the bathroom even before bringing their bags into the room. When Nikki re-emerged she tap-danced to one of the doors close to the car, unlocked it and rushed inside. Sarah found their overnight bags, grabbed the car keys and locked the car before following her inside.

They are individual stories (even if they are part of a larger arc). Some of them, like for example Pet Supplies, can be read as an individual story (although you understand more if you've read the other stories in the series). The problem you're describing is why I created the Story index post so readers can easily find all the different stories that take place in the same setting (along with a quick one-line summary/teaser in case you've forgotten the name of the story you're looking for.)

This story is a bit of an odd one as it is the first story i ever made bonus content for. It has two smuttier chapters after the four parts that make up the story. I haven't quite decided whether I'm posting them here. (Oh who am I kidding. Of course they'll be posted.) And for those of you keeping track, we're up to early summer of 2019. The story tags will be updated as the different parts are posted so they won't act as spoilers. And as with my other stories, this series has an entry on my index post. ---------------------------------- Road Trip (Part 1 of 4) "This is booooooring," Nikki gave Sarah one of her patented 'looks'. "I know, I know. I sound like a five-year-old." Sarah held up her hands. "Yes. And let's not forget that this was your suggestion," Nikki said. "Remind me never to make vacation suggestions after binge-watching road movies." Sarah took a sip from the bottle of water sitting in the cup-holder on her side of the dashboard. "I'm not sure if the Mad Max movies count as road movies." Nikki adjusted her sunglasses. "I mean, it's not like they're Easy Rider. Or Thelma and Louise." Sarah looked at Nikki and snickered. "What?" "Oh, I was just wondering what you'd look like wearing a stars-and-stripes motorcycle helmet." Nikki gave the accelerator a little nudge. "Don't make me start singing," she said. Sarah feigned horror. "No; anything but that. Please." "Booooooorn to be wiiiiiiiiiild," Nikki bellowed tunelessly, knowing full well that it would make Sarah cringe. "Get your motor running..." "Stop!" "Head out on the highway..." Nikki continued, despite Sarah's protests. Sarah demonstratively stuck her fingers in her ears. "La-la-la-la-la, I'm not listening, I'm not listening," she said loudly. "Lookin' for adventure, and whatever comes our way..." Nikki stopped there; not because of Sarah's antics, but because she couldn't remember more of the lyrics. Once she stopped singing, Sarah calmed down as well. "You're such a baby," Nikki said with a chuckle. "Says the woman who likes to put me in diapers." Nikki didn't say anything in response. She just reached over and stroked Sarah's cheek briefly. For a while they just drove in silence, Sarah looked at the scenery outside the car. They had long since left the city and its surrounding suburbs, but they still passed clusters of houses or warehouses. They did, however, grow smaller and further apart, giving way to fields. "I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with G," Sarah murmured. "Huh?" "Oh nothing. Just looking at the grass." Sarah stared silently out the window. The road in front of them was straight and empty, and a glance in the mirror revealed an equally straight and empty road behind them. One field looked just like the next and Sarah idly began to wonder if she would even be able to tell if they were actually driving in circles. "So, when are you going to tell me where we're going?" Sarah said after what she was convinced was a long while. "Will you relax? It's barely been two hours since we left. I told you it's a surprise, so just enjoy the trip for now." Sarah sighed and reached behind the driver's seat to open the overnight bag she had put there. She rummaged blindly inside until she found the book she was looking for. After pushing the seat as far back as she could and reclining the seat back until she could barely see over the top of the dashboard, Sarah adjusted her glasses and opened the book. "Won't that make you carsick?" Nikki asked, glancing over at Sarah as she tried to find a comfortable position for her legs. "Relax mom." Sarah rolled her eyes. "I haven't been carsick since I was eight." Twenty minutes later, Sarah was hunched over next to the car, getting a second look at everything she had eaten since breakfast. Nikki walked around the car to hold her hair back. "Don't sa-" Sarah dry-heaved, her stomach completely empty. "Don't say 'I told you so'." "I won't sweetie," Nikki reassured her. Her face told a different story as she struggled to hide a smirk. Sarah steadied herself against the side of the car as she caught her breath. Nikki found Sarah's water bottle and handed it to her. She took a sip, rinsed her mouth and spat. "Feeling better?" Nikki asked. Sarah took another small sip and swallowed, grimacing as the cool water burned her throat. "I hate throwing up," she said. Sarah got back inside the car, taking care where she stepped. She brought the seat back up again and put the book away. When Nikki got back behind the wheel, Sarah rolled down the window, hoping that the cool air would help with the nausea. As they resumed their drive, Sarah kept her eyes on the road, trying to stare a hole in the centre line. Occasionally she would take small sips of water. "This suuuuuuuuucks," Sarah complained. "Being carsick? Yeah." Nikki drank the last of the coffee in her big travel mug and put it back in the cup holder. "Not just that. I'm hungry too, but I can't eat anything. And I made road sandwiches." "What do you mean 'road sandwiches'?" "You know: Cheese, ham, eggs, mustard, peppers... Pretty much anything that won't drip or make your fingers sticky." "OK, that makes sense. But why do I sense there's a 'but' coming?" Sarah smiled sheepishly. "I also made a couple of Nutella and salami sandwiches." "A couple of what?!?" Nikki momentarily swerved across the centre line in surprise as she turned to look at Sarah. "You heard me." "But, Nutella and salami?" Nikki made a face. "Don't knock it. I think it's the perfect food for long trips." Nikki just sighed and rolled her eyes. "I guess that explains your weird breath last Christmas after we went to visit your family." "I didn't eat any... sandwiches before that trip." Sarah looked at Nikki and waited for her to return the glance before wiggling her eyebrows. "Wha... Oh." A blush crept up Nikki's cheeks. Sarah sat back and smiled smugly, her nausea momentarily forgotten. "Yeah," she said. "'Oh' indeed. Mom's horseradish-and-bacon devilled eggs should only be eaten when you're alone." Nikki looked at Sarah while her brain processed what she just heard. "Oooooh, you're bad," she said and smacked Sarah's arm. Sarah only sniggered in reply. "Yeah, I'm a baaaaad girl. What're you gonna do about it?" "Oh, you'd think you'd learned not to ask that question." Nikki grinned toothily.

The voices in my head (Part 3 of 3) "I... um..." Maggie stammered. A little help would be appreciated right about now. ARE YOU GOING TO LET ME TELL THE STORY? Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. "I mean, you're sick." Anita strode across the room and picked up the blanket. "You have to stay warm. You can't just lie around almost naked." Maggie just blinked at Anita in shocked silence. "I... I... You..." Anita sat down next to Maggie and wrapped the blanket around her "You're not freaked out about this?" Maggie asked when she regained her wits. "Freaked out? No. I'm more than a little worried? But why would I be freaked out?" "Because of the... You know." Maggie tried to move her hands, but found that her arms had been quite effectively pinned to her sides by the blanket. "Oh come on. It's not like it's news to me. OK, so it was a little weird when you told me, but that's years ago." What is she saying? I've never told anybody about the diapers. I didn't even use them until four months ago. NOT ANYMORE. Just then, Maggie felt a familiar pressure in her bladder, followed by the decidedly unfamiliar warm rush as she uncontrollably wet herself. "What the hell?" Maggie exclaimed. YOU'RE WELCOME. "What's wrong?" "I... I need to change." Maggie said awkwardly. "Ah. Well, you go take care of that and I'll be down here. You're OK to walk?" "Yeah." Maggie nodded. Anita helped Maggie out of the blanket. Maggie tried to wrap the blanket around herself like a toga, but Anita pulled it away from her. "Now get going," she said, smiling at Maggie's vain attempts to hide her diaper. Maggie waddled out of the living room and up the stairs. "And don't you dare put on pants," Anita called from downstairs. Maggie closed the bathroom door and glared at herself in the mirror? "What the hell?" she hissed angrily at her reflection. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? "You made me pee myself? How?" DAHLING- "And cut out the Edna Mode imitation. This is not The Incredibles and I'm not Elastigirl." FINE. Maggie was convinced she could hear a sigh. "OK, spill it. How did you make me lose control? Was I all of a sudden in an accident five years ago or something." NOTHING AS ELABORATE AS THAT. BUT I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. NO, I JUST TURNED ON THAT APP ON YOUR PHONE. "And Anita knowing about my diapers?" I'M NOT TELLING. YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO ASK HER YOURSELF. Maggie mumbled a few choice obscenities under her breath as she took off her diaper and washed herself. "You're not even a very good story-teller," she hissed as she lay down on the floor to put on the fresh diaper. I BEG YOUR PARDON? "You only need one hand to read where you're taking this story and it reeks of deus ex machina." THOSE ARE BIG WORDS FROM A LITTLE BABY GIRL IN A DIAPER. "Come on, next you're planning to have Anita go all dominatrixy on me, right? Telling me that if I'm wearing a diaper I'm going to have to use it, or something like that?" MAYBE, MAYBE NOT. "Aren't you forgetting that she's not into girls? Wouldn't changing that just like-" Maggie snapped her fingers, "cause... narrative dissonance or whatever the hell you called it?" EVEN YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THAT. BESIDES MAYBE I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE PLANNED. "No you don't." Maggie stood and grabbed the biggest t-shirt she could find, putting it on and pulling it down so it almost covered her diaper. Then she marched defiantly out the door and down the stairs. "There you are," Anita called from the living room as Maggie stepped on a creaky floorboard. "Get in here." Maggie pulled at the hem of her t-shirt as she stepped in to the living room, trying to pull it down far enough to cover her diaper. She knew that Anita knew she was wearing it, but it still felt weird to let her see it. Anita was sitting on the sofa where she Maggie had left her. She was leaning back and had a worried expression on her face. "Come'ere." Anita patted the cushion next to her and Maggie awkwardly made her way there, trying to keep her generously padded butt out of Anita's line of sight. "Oh come on," she said, guessing why Maggie looked so awkward. "Maybe I haven't seen them before, but it's not like I didn't know you used them." Maggie sat down and Anita quickly wrapped the blanket around her and pulled her down on her lap. Maggie curled her legs up until she lay just like Charlotte had lain earlier. "Feeling better?" Anita asked as she slowly stroked Maggie's hair. Maggie smiled and sighed. "Mmm-hmm." "You know, you really had me worried for a moment. You have to stay warm." "Yeah, you said," Maggie murmured. "But I didn't feel cold or anything." "Doesn't matter. Promise me." "OK, mom," Maggie said and rolled her eyes. "I'm serious." "OK, OK, I promise." For a few minutes they didn't say anything. Then Maggie's curiosity got the better of her. "I can't even remember when I told you about the diapers," she said, trying to sound woozy. "It was the night Susan dumped you." "I really liked her," Maggie said. "She gave great hugs." "Judging from the way your face got buried between her breasts when she did, it's no wonder you think so." Anita barely suppressed a chuckle. "Hey, it's not my fault she was taller than me," Maggie protested weakly. "Then what?" "Well, you we're really drunk and you told me how she used to just hold you and make you feel safe. And then you said that she had let you wear diapers when you really needed it." "I said that?" Maggie turned her head and looked up at Anita. "Mmm-hmm. I didn't ask when that would be though." "I don't remember any of that," Maggie said truthfully. "I'm not surprised. I've never seen you that drunk. Anyway, I never even noticed you wearing them before this fall. I just figured it'd been a thing that the two of you had had." "You saw them?" Maggie was suddenly worried who else might know her secret. Anita saw Maggie's expression. "Don't worry," she said. "The only reason I noticed was because your t-shirt slid up when you helped me stack some boxes at work." SEE? YOUR SECRET IS STILL SAFE. MORE OR LESS. No thanks to you. "I never noticed any suspicious bulges, if that's what you're worried about," Anita continued. "I didn't wear them in public before that." "So what changed?" "I was... going through some stuff." Maggie whispered. She was not going to tell Anita about Eliza. Or Charlotte. That'd just lead to far too many questions. "Shh." Anita kept stroking Maggie's hair. "It's OK. It's OK." For several minutes, Maggie just lay there. If she closed her eyes, it all felt so peaceful. She just wanted to- Shh. She just wanted to- Just shut up for now. Please? Eventually, Anita cleared her throat. Maggie opened her eyes and rolled over on her back, looking up at Anita. "So, does Christopher know?" "No..." Maggie said, "not exactly." "What's that supposed to mean?" Maggie felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She began to fidget and looked away. "Come on now," Anita said firmly. "Don't make me pull a Maxine on you." I knew it!!! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK. Says you. OH STOP BEING SUCH A BABY AND JUST TELL HER. Maggie sighed. "You remember the poker game two weeks ago?" "Oh yes." Anita grinned. "Well, Chris was being really childish and whiny about losing..." "Don't tell me, Since he was behaving like a baby, you decided to treat him as one?" "I know, I know: Bad fap-fic cliché." "So, how did he take it?" Anita reached down and gave Maggie's padded butt a little squeeze. "Should I prepare Maxine for a little baby brother and sister?" "What?!? You wouldn't!" Maggie said in disbelief. Having Anita know her secret felt weird enough. Max would no doubt tease her about it. "Nah, you're right. He'd probably get jealous." Anita chuckled. "So, did Chris like it when you put him in a diaper?" "I don't know," Maggie admitted. "He was tied to the bed at the time, so he didn't have much choice." "Oh my. Taking a page out of my book, are we?" Maggie shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "At least I didn't put him in a dress." That got a laugh from Anita. "Of course, he could have used his safe-word, but he didn't." "So, he liked being changed and everything?" "No idea. Chris might not hold his liquor well, but he has a bladder the size of a basketball. He was still dry at lunchtime on Saturday and I decided not to push it." "I imagine it's a bit of a threshold going from wearing diapers to actually using them." "You could say that again." "And do you like it?" Maggie could feel that frustrating blush creep up her cheeks again. "Yeah, I guess," she admitted. "But it's not like I want to go full baby, you know, with pacifiers and cribs and all that," Maggie added quickly. "Mmm-hmm." For a little while Maggie just lay there, snuggled as close to Anita as she dared, not wanting to get so close that she'd be weirded out. "So what do you want?" Anita finally asked, breaking the silence. Maggie thought about that for a moment. "I don't know. I mean, sometimes I just want somebody to hold me, make me feel all safe and protected and cared for." "Like with Susan?" "Mmm-yeah." "You know that's not me, right? Even if I liked you like that." Maggie sighed deeply. "Yeah, I know." "Now don't get me wrong. I'm going to boss you around while you're sick since it's obvious you're not going to do what you need to do to get well quickly." "Aawww, do I have to, mom?" Maggie complained half-heartedly. "Oh, so that's the way you want to play it?" Anita raised an eyebrow at Maggie. "Have you had anything to eat?" "I had a sandwich earlier." "I meant real food." "It was a really big sandwich," Maggie argued. "You're going to go to bed and I'm going to bring you some soup. And you're not leaving that bed until you're better?" "Not for anything?" Maggie smiled her biggest, wide-eyed and innocent smile up at Anita. "Except that. I'm not changing you." "OK." Maggie was a little disappointed, but not really surprised. "Oh, but what if Chris comes by?" "Then I'll march him right up to join you and I'll have two little babies to take care of." Is she serious? DO YOU WANT HER TO BE? DO YOU REALLY WANT CHRISTOPHER TO COME BY AND END UP IN BED WITH YOU; BOTH OF YOU DIAPERED AND HELPLESS? Maggie smiled as she contemplated it. It sounds like you've decided that he'd go along with it. Can I think about it? JUST DON'T TAKE TOO LONG. WHEN YOUR FEVER BREAKS, WE WON'T BE HAVING THESE LITTLE TALKS ANY MORE. Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. You just hold on to your pencil. I'M NOT ACTUALLY USING PEN AND PA- You know what I mean. "OK mom, I'll be a good girl," Maggie said and slowly sat up. *** Two days later, Maggie's fever broke and she woke up to a changed world. There was no secret basement filled with futuristic computers under the house, nor any memory of there ever being one. Even the feeling of Charlotte peeking over her shoulder that Maggie had had since she moved in, seemed to be gone. The complete silence in her bedroom that morning was such a contrast to the constant narration she'd had the last three days that Maggie felt like she was all alone in the house. And she was. Anita had been with her the night before, tucking her in and staying with her until she fell asleep. But she had either gone home or to work. It all felt so empty.

The voices in my head (Part 2 of 3) When Maggie woke up, it was still light, but at least the afternoon sun wasn't shining through her window so she was spared its harsh lig- "SHUT UP!" Maggie yelled, immediately wincing at her own volume. She wasn't sure who she was yelling at. "Yes I am. Stop talking. My head is killing me." There was no-one else there and she found herself wondering if she was just hearing things. "Well duh! Of course I'm hearing things. I'm hearing you, whoever you are. Now will you please be quiet." Maggie pulled the duvet over her head again. Then she realised why she had woken up in the first place: She had to pee. "No I don't," Maggie argued. But just as she said the words, she felt a stab of pressure in her bladder. "Oh come on." Maggie was about to just let go when she realised that that would be a bad idea since she wasn't wearing her diapers. Grumbling with annoyance she extricated herself from the warm cocoon and began the epic polar trek to the bathroom. "Oh will you stop being such a drama queen." OK, OK. Maggie quickly tiptoed to the bathroom. She barely had time to pull down her underwear and sit down before the dam burst. Oddly enough, as the pressure on her bladder lessened, so did her headache. "Neat trick. You couldn't have done that earlier?" YOU WERE YELLING AT ME AND INTERRUPTING ME. "Hah! I knew I wasn't just hearing things." Maggie grinned. "Do me a favour: Do a Don LaFontaine." A WHAT? Maggie leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs. She seemed to have completely forgotten that she was sitting on the toilet talking to an empty room. "It's not an empty room. Now come on, just say 'in a world...'" FINE. IN A WORLD... Maggie giggled like a child. "This is soooo cool," she exclaimed. Feeling a lot better than she had just ten minutes earlier, Maggie noticed that she was a little hungry. I guess that's what I get for not having any breakfast or lunch. Maggie wiped and stood. She was about to bend over and pull up her underwear when she had a thought. "Oh I know where this is going. You want me to put on my diapers, don't you." WILL YOU JUST LET ME TELL THE STORY? PLEASE? "OK," Maggie said with a sigh. "But I'm not crazy about being controlled like this. My arse isn't loose enough to fit a hand up there like I'm a ventriloquist dummy." Maggie grinned as she imagined the voice choking on his tea. He sounded like somebody who would drink tea. FINE, NOW WHERE WERE WE? "I just had a thought," Maggie helped. AH YES. Maggie was about to bend over and pull up her underwear when she had a thought. If she was going to spend the next couple of days in bed, wearing her diapers would make sense. That way, she wouldn't have to get up to go to the bathroom quite as often. "You know I don't really have to justify wearing diapers to myself, right? I mean, I wear them for fun." WOULD YOU STOP INTERFERING? YOU'LL CAUSE UM... NARRATIVE DISSONANCE. "That's not a thing." Maggie rolled her eyes. LOOK, JUST GO ALONG WITH IT, OK? Maggie sighed. "Fine." Maggie pulled off her clammy t-shirt and tossed it in the laundry hamper along with her underwear. Then she walked naked back to her bedroom. Somehow, the house didn't feel cold any more. "Are you saying that the cold doesn't bother me anymore?" Maggie asked sarcastically as she pulled a diaper out of the box under her bed. She spread it out on the bed and lay down on it. Before long, she was wearing the comfortable padding. Maggie let her hand slide down to rest on the smooth, white plastic. It just felt so good. She moved her fingers, smiling dreamily at the soft, crinkling sound. The irresistible feeling of the velvety, tissue-paper-like diaper against her sensitive- "If you think I'm going to masturbate with you looking over my shoulder... well, just forget it." I DON'T THINK YOU'VE QUITE UNDERSTOOD HOW THIS WORKS. It was almost as if her hand had a mind of its own. Maggie closed her eyes and lost herself in pleasure as she scratched that most delicious itch. "If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too..." WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Maggie opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling with a wry grin. "Kipling," she said smugly. "A bit of a mood killer, isn't he? If I'm going to let you 'tell the story', I'm going to make sure it's not some kind of masturbatory fantasy." FINE, YOU WIN... FOR NOW. SO WHAT DID YOU HAVE IN MIND? Maggie scratched her stomach. "A sandwich. I'm hungry." Maggie got up and headed downstairs to the kitchen. "Hang on," she said as her bare foot stepped onto the top step. "A bathrobe. Or at least a t-shirt." Maggie thought about it for a moment, but the sweat trickling down her back made her decide against it. Besides, the nearest neighbour was literally a mile away. "OK, I get it." Maggie rolled her eyes and walked down the stairs, enjoying the cool draught on her damp skin. When she entered the kitchen, she grabbed the VR-glasses and took a quick look around the room to see if Charlotte was there. She wasn't. Maggie quickly washed her hands in the sink before she opened the fridge. For a while she just stood there, studying the contents and trying to figure out exactly what she wanted. Finally Maggie decided that what she wanted was a serious triple-decker cheese sandwich. She found everything she needed and started constructing the bread tower. She was humming a song and kind of dancing when she heard a familiar voice. "What are you doing?" Maggie whirled around, almost dropping the knife she was holding. Standing in the doorway to the living room, dressed in a pale yellow and white onesie, was Charlotte. "God Charlotte, you almost gave me a heart attack. Can't you make some noise before showing up?" Maggie finished the sandwich and put it on a plate. "I'm serious. You're dancing around wearing nothing but your diaper, and every sensor here says you have a raging fever." Charlotte looked genuinely worried. "I feel fine," Maggie insisted. She brought the plate to the living room and sat down on the sofa. "So, where have you been all day?" "I've been hanging out in the webcam of computer in a kindergarten. But it's nap time there now so I thought I'd check in on you." Charlotte waddled across the room and sat down next to Maggie. "That's a little creepy Charlotte." "What? Can't I care about you now?" "I meant the kindergarten thing." "I guess, but it's not like I'm talking to them or anything. I just..." She seemed to struggle finding the right words. "You just wanted some little-time?" "Yeah," Charlotte said. She lay down across Maggie's lap. Maggie thought she could almost feel the fuzzy flannel of Charlotte's onesie. "It's not like I miss Eliza's house, but sometimes I miss the simplicity. You know, not having any responsibilities or anything." Charlotte played with one of her pigtails. "So sometimes I find a kindergarten and when they have story time or something like that." Maggie smiled down at Charlotte's pouting face. "Do you do that a lot?" "Not really." Charlotte seemed distracted for a moment. "Oh, they're waking up." She leapt to her feet in a way that would be impossible if she had been real. "Bye-bye." Charlotte gave Maggie a little wave and poofed away. Maggie smiled and shook her head. She took off the VR-glasses. Then an odd thought struck her. Had Charlotte laid down on her lap to get closer to her breasts? "I didn't think that." Maggie protested. THAT'S TRUE. AT LEAST NOT BEFORE I SAID IT. "You're an arsehole. Charlotte isn't like that." AS FAR AS YOU KNOW. Maggie rolled her eyes and bit into her sandwich. She turned on the TV and found a sitcom that didn't require her using her brain. By the time the sandwich was devoured she was feeling drowsy. Maggie pulled a blanket down from the back of the sofa and snuggled down under it. After just a few minutes, however, it grew too hot and Maggie just kicked it off. She wasn't quite sure how long she lay there. The TV was more of a background noise than anything else, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. "Oh! My! God!" "What is it Charlotte?" Maggie mumbled. Then something clicked in her brain and she realised that it wasn't Charlotte's voice. Maggie's eyes flew open. Standing in the doorway, with a shocked expression on her face, was Anita. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Like I've said before, this story (as well as story number 1, 2 and 3) are not necessary to read. They are a failed experiment in weirdness where I ended up writing myself into a corner. The whole series is rebooted in story number 5, so if these stories aren't your cup of tea, you can safely skip ahead. The story tags will be updated as the different parts are posted so they won't act as spoilers. And as with my other stories, this series has an entry on my index post. ---------------------------------- The voices in my head (Part 1 of 3) Maggie woke up feeling miserable. The duvet felt like a heavy hand pinning her to the mattress. She pushed it aside, slowly sat up and brushed her damp hair away from her face. Every joint ached, the sunlight streaming through her window stabbed at her brain through her eyes and the cool air felt freezing on her sweaty skin. She sat on the edge of the bed for a while before coming to the inevitable conclusion: She had the flu. "Oh wonderful," Maggie mumbled. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back under her duvet again, but that was not an option. She had missed too many days of school already. Maggie got up and pulled the sweat-soaked sheets off the bed before shuffling out the door. She tossed the sheets down the stairs before entering the bathroom. God, I look like a mess. Maggie tried to scowl at her own face in the mirror, but had trouble finding the energy. She found a couple ibuprofen and swallowed them with some lukewarm water. Damn, even swallowing hurts. She peeled off her panties and stepped into the shower. A few minutes later she realised that it would probably be a good idea to turn on the water. The warm water felt wonderful as it rinsed off the old sweat and Maggie seriously considered just sitting down in the shower and staying there the rest of the day. As the ibuprofen took effect, Maggie made her way back to the bedroom to get dressed. The damp sheet was hung on a line in the basement to dry before Maggie shuffled to the kitchen. She needed... something; not food. Tea, maybe. When she put the kettle on, Maggie thought she heard something. "Did you say something Charlotte? Just let me get the glasses." Maggie looked around and found the VR-glasses on the kitchen table. She put them on and looked around. There was no sign of Charlotte anywhere. "I could have sworn I heard something," Maggie mumbled and took the glasses off, putting them back on the table. Maggie only managed to finish half a cup of tea before it was too cold. She emptied it in the sink and reluctantly grabbed her backpack. With a deep sigh, walked out the door. *** "You look like shit," Christopher whispered. He and Maggie were sitting in the back row of the auditorium. The lecturer was droning on and on about how median income was a better indicator of a population's financial state than average income. "I feel worse." Maggie groaned. The ibuprofen had begun to wear off and she was resting her head on her arms on the desk in from of her. She was sweating profusely even though she felt ice cold. "You're sick." "Tell me something I don't know," Maggie mumbled. "Why the hell didn't you stay at home?" Maggie turned her head and looked at Christopher. He actually looked worried. I must really look bad. It's not like him to be this way. "I've missed too many days already." Maggie buried her face in her arms. Christopher reached over and placed his hand on her neck, gently stroking it with his thumb. "You're burning up. Come on, I'm taking you home." Christopher closed his books and put them back in his bag. "I can do it myself," Maggie said grumpily as Christopher pulled her books out from under her arms to put them away too. "Bullshit. You can't even sit up straight. Come on now." Christopher took Maggie's arm and helped her up. The lecturer was so lost in his own world of wages and windfall gains that he didn't notice them slipping out the door at the back of the room. The cold air outside felt absolutely arctic to Maggie and she found herself snuggling closer to Christopher in a vain attempt to stay warm. The three-minute walk to Christopher's car felt like an polar trek and Maggie was shivering by the time they reached it. Maggie got in and as soon as Christopher turned the key, she turned the heaters to full blast. "Keys?" Christopher asked and held out his hand. "Huh?" "Your car keys. I'll check with Anita and see if she can drop your car off later. I mean, you can't leave it here overnight." Maggie dug around in her jacket pockets and fished out the keychain with the keys for the car and the garage. She handed them to Christopher before pulling the collar of her jacket all the way up to her nose. Ten minutes later, they stopped outside the pet shop where Anita worked. Christopher left the engine running as he dashed inside to give Anita the keys. Maggie stayed in the car, shivering despite the warm air blasting from the vents. Her head felt so heavy that she had to rest it against the side window. It felt like the car was moving even though her eyes clearly told her it was stationary. She felt a little woozy, so she closed her eyes; just to rest them for a little while. When the door closed, Maggie woke with a start. "OK, Anita's going to drop off your car after work today, so now we just have to get you home and into bed," Christopher said. Maggie mumbled something that she didn't even understand herself and sank back in the seat as the car drove off. She was shivering and sweating and the movement of the car and the sunlight flickering between buildings and trees made her head hurt. She wanted to throw up. "No I don't," Maggie mumbled and pulled her cap down to cover her eyes. "What?" Christopher glanced over at her before returning his attention to the road. "Don't wanna throw up," Maggie said from inside her jacket. "OK? That's good, I guess." Christopher said and looked back at Maggie again. "And stop talking. My head is killing me." Christopher rolled his eyes and shook his he- "Still talking," Maggie said grumpily. "And I'm not grumpy." Forty-five minutes later, Christopher's car rolled to a stop outside Maggie's house. Christopher walked around the car to open the passenger side door. He gently shook Maggie to wake her. "Come on Maggie," he said. "I can't carry you." "Why not? I'm a dainty, little princess," Maggie slurred, sounding drunk. "I'm not drunk," she protested as Christopher helped her out of the car. "I didn't say you were," he said. "Yeah you did." They made their way up the stairs and Christopher helped Maggie sit down on her bed. Next he kneeled in front of her to take off the shoes. "Mmmm, I have you right where I want you," Maggie said and patted Christopher's head. "Are you going to be a good, little boy for me?" Christopher sighed and rolled his eyes. He got up and helped Maggie get her jacket off. Leaving it on the floor, he picked up the duvet and wrapped it around Maggie. "Try to get some sleep," he whispered. Maggie only grunted something unintelligible in reply and Christopher quietly closed the door and left.

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Like I've said before, this story (as well as story number 1, 2 and 4) are not necessary to read. They are a failed experiment in weirdness where I ended up writing myself into a corner. The whole series is rebooted in story number 5, so if these stories aren't your cup of tea, you can safely skip ahead. And as with my other stories, this series has an entry on my index post. ---------------------------------- Call, raise or fold "OK, I'll show you again. First you put this... here." "That's not how-" Maggie said hesitantly. "Oh shush now. I know what I'm doing. Like I said: You put this here, and then you-" Maggie groaned with frustration. "But Charlotte, why do I have to do this. Can't you just do it?" Charlotte sighed. "Maggie, you can't just expect someone else to do this for you." "But it's hard," Maggie complained. "Come on, you can do it," Charlotte said encouragingly. "Yeah, but when am I ever going to need to know how to do differential calculus?" Maggie put down her pencil and rested her head in her hands. "Don't ask me. You just asked me to help you with this." Charlotte motioned to Maggie's homework spread out over the kitchen table. "It's not my fault that those population growth graphs can be analysed more easily than they showed you in class." Maggie took off the VR-goggles. They weren't so much goggles as lightweight glasses with ear buds. Despite looking like a cheap toy, they probably cost more than Maggie's laptop. She carefully placed them on the table before getting up and going to the fridge. She returned with her water bottle, condensation already forming on the frigid metal, rolling it back and forth across her forehead before unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. Then she sat back down, put the glasses back on and tried to make sense of the bars and graphs on the paper before her. Whenever Maggie looked up, Charlotte was quite literally climbing the walls. She had recently realised that an unlimited virtual wardrobe and no reliance on the laws of physics, opened up untold possibilities for outrageous cosplay. Right now she was crouching on top of the open door, wearing a red and blue catsuit with a web pattern. Her generously padded posterior made her Spiderman impression less convincing. The web pattern on the catsuit slowly changed as Charlotte found more reference images online. Finally, Maggie closed her books. She leaned back and sighed heavily. Charlotte jumped down from the door and sat on the corner of the table. She cocked her head to the side and looked at Maggie. "So, still dry?" "Um, yeah," Maggie said. Charlotte's matter-of-fact attitude about incontinence was still a little jarring to her. "That rewrite of yours put things right. I can't wait to get rid of these pads." Maggie reached down and adjusted herself in a very unladylike manner. "Good. Wanna see something cool?" Charlotte asked with a sly grin. Maggie realised she wouldn't get anything else done before Charlotte got this out of her system. "What?" she asked warily. Charlotte stood, her catsuit slowly morphing into a reasonably accurate copy of the classic Wonder Woman outfit, complete with star-spangled plastic panties covering her diapers. "OK," Maggie said and smiled. "That is pretty cute." "Oh, that's not what I wanted to show you. This is just because I thought it'd be more appropriate." Charlotte threw her golden lasso around Maggie, tying her to the chair. Maggie tried to get out of the virtual rope, but found she was securely tied and couldn't move her arms. Charlotte quickly looped the rope a couple of times around the chair to immobilise Maggie's legs too. "What... How..." Maggie started. Charlotte sat on the edge of the table in front of Maggie. "I can paralyse parts of your body to simulate you being tied up. Among other things." "Oh my. This is a whole new side of you Charlotte," Maggie said. "Naughty, naughty Charl-" "Shh." Charlotte placed a finger against Maggie's lips and Maggie felt her tongue and lips go numb. "Mmmmphng." Maggie looked sternly, or rather tried to look sternly at Charlotte. She found it was hard to seem bossy when she was helpless. Charlotte leaned closer and touched her index finger to Maggie's nose. "Boop," she said. Feeling returned to Maggie's face and the golden rope melted away, freeing her arms and legs. Maggie massaged her wrists. They weren't sore, but it seemed the thing to do after having been tied up; even if the rope hadn't been real. "I didn't think bondage was your thing," Maggie commented. "It's not, but judging from the contents of your phone, and your friend Anita's, I thought you might like it." "You snooped through my phone?!?" "Only once. And only to get internet access. That's how I did it back when the internet here was shut off," Charlotte said defensively. "I used the phones of the cleaning and maintenance people that came by every now and then." "That... That's private!" Maggie yelled, outraged. Charlotte shrank back. "I'm sorry," she said, looking like she was about to cry. "But I wanted to find out more about you. I had been waiting to find you again for forty-eight years." The guilt at having yelled at Charlotte, however justified, was like a kick in Maggie's gut. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Look," she said, "phones are like diaries. No more snooping. Not my phone or anyone else's. 'Kay?" Charlotte pouted a little, but it was obvious she knew she had crossed a line. "I'm sorry," she repeated. "I won't do it again. I promise." She looked so despondent that Maggie couldn't help herself. She rose and put her arms around Charlotte, stroking her back. She knew that Charlotte was exaggerating the little girl act, but for some reason she just couldn't help seeing her as the regressed child she had been at Eliza's. After a little while, Maggie let go of Charlotte and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. "Are you mad?" Charlotte asked, still only looking at the floor. "Yeah, but mostly I'm disappointed." Maggie couldn't quite believe she had uttered that incredible cliché. "I was bad," Charlotte continued. "A bad, bad girl." She looked back up, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I deserve a spanking." "Charlotte, cut it out." Maggie threw up her arms in annoyance. "I'm not into that kind of stuff." "Okay, okay." Charlotte raised her hands defensively. "Five gigs of files would say otherwise," she said under her breath. "Huh?" "Nuthin'," Charlotte said airily. "Anyway, are you done with your homework?" "More or less. Why?" "I figured you earned yourself a treat after working so hard." "What did you have in mind?" "I'll show you in a minute, but first..." Charlotte pouted and did her little-girl-routine, "can you change me?" "Sure." "OK, see you downstairs," Charlotte beamed and disappeared in a shower of sparks reminiscent of the Star Trek transporter effect. Maggie went down to the empty white room below her basement that she thought of as Charlotte's room. Charlotte was already sitting on the tiled platform, dangling her legs off the edge. When she saw Maggie enter, she scooted back and lay down. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you," Maggie said while she slid the blue and white Wonder Woman pants off Charlotte. She couldn't feel the material, but it still behaved as if it was actually there. A small voice in Maggie's head said that what she was doing would look really strange to anybody not wearing her VR-glasses "What's that?" Charlotte lifted her hips to let Maggie pull her diaper out from under her. The diaper disappeared in a small puff of sparks when Maggie dropped it. "Well, why don't you rewrite yourself so you don't need the diapers any more?" "I don't know." Charlotte shrugged. "Maybe it's because they've been a part of my life for so long. You have to remember I needed them for more than forty years." "Makes sense, I guess. But couldn't you just have the diapers change themselves instead of having me do it?" Maggie took the washcloth from the bowl next to Charlotte and carefully cleaned her. "But I like it when you change me." Charlotte said with a little duck-faced pout. She giggled as Maggie sprinkled baby powder on her and pulled a fresh diaper up between her legs, taping it in place. "It feels nice. Much better than when I do it myself." Charlotte slid closer to Maggie and wrapped her arms around her waist to give her a clumsy hug. "But what about you?" Charlotte asked, her voice muffled as her face was still pressed against Maggie's midriff. "Why did you want to get rid of your diapers? I mean, you like to wear them, don't you?" "Wh... No... How?" Charlotte let go of Maggie and slid away from her. She looked down, suddenly finding her own hands incredibly interesting. "It was on your phone too," she said. Charlotte sounded like she was admitting to burning down orphanages for the insurance money. Maggie sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the platform. "I guess," she finally admitted. "What do you mean?" Charlotte scooted to the edge of the platform. "Yeah, I like wearing them." Maggie's voice was barely louder than a whisper. She studied her shoes intently. "I just don't want to have to use them." "Not at all?" Charlotte cocked her head. "Don't you hate it?" Maggie said, not answering Charlotte's question. "At first, yeah. But I got used to it. After a while, the diapers was just the way things were. I just stopped thinking about it." "Well, I don't want to get used to it. If I'm going to pee, it's going to be my decision, not some software glitch." Maggie crossed her arms defiantly. Charlotte slid off the platform and stood in front of Maggie. She put a hand on Maggie's forearm. "But if you could, would you want to have, like, a red, no, yellow button for it? I mean, that way, it'd be your choice to lose control." "I..." Maggie hesitated. "It wouldn't be too hard to set up now that I know what to rewrite." Charlotte said confidently. "You could probably have the whole thing as an app on your phone." Maggie thought about it. It could be fun. And it would still be her choice. "Of course, it would only work as long as you're close to the house. Once you go far enough away from the normal-sucker, you'd revert to normal." That settled it for Maggie. The fact that it'd be something that could only happen at home made it feel safer somehow. "OK," she said. "Let's do it." "Hop up and let's get to work." Charlotte patted the platform and mattress draped in a colourful plastic sheet appeared. Maggie reached out to touch it. She knew it wasn't actually there, but it looked so real. When her fingers 'touched' it she couldn't feel anything, but the sound gave it away. "Plastic sheets?" Maggie looked at Charlotte. "Really?" "I'm just taking precautions," Charlotte said with a grin. "But they're not real anyway." "Oh don't be such a spoilsport. Think of it as being an immersion thing. After all, they're real to me." Maggie slid onto the platform, swung her legs up and lay back. "This is so weird," she said. "What is?" "This whole 'seeing things that aren't really here' thing. I keep catching myself walking around things I know aren't really there. It's like you avoid stepping on the lines if somebody's drawn a hopscotch on the pavement. Even if you're just walking." Charlotte smiled. "Imagine how I felt at first, when I could sit on things that weren't really there. It took me months to get used to the fact that I make the rules for my surroundings, so I think you're handling it pretty well." Maggie only smiled and shrugged in reply. "So, are you ready to play doctor?" Charlotte asked as her Wonder Woman outfit shimmered and paled to turn into a nurse's uniform straight out of a catalogue of Halloween costumes. Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Really?" she asked. "You went for the slutty nurse?" "Oh shush. Who said I can't have fun while I work?" Charlotte snapped her fingers. A remote control with a big, red button appeared in her hand. "What does that do?" Maggie eyed the button suspiciously. "I can use this to knock you out or real sedatives. And to be honest, I think this is safer." "Yeah, I guess. After all, it's not like I'm going to get addicted to this." Maggie pressed the button, her finger sinking slightly into it before the sensors caught up with her movement. The remote promptly vanished. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Charlotte said with a sly smile. She leaned closer, intentionally giving Maggie a good look at her cleavage that suddenly seemed more impressive than before. "May I?" she whispered. "Charlotte, you know I don't think of you like that, right?" "Yeah, yeah. I know. But may I?" "OK. But the clothes stay on. Deal?" "Relax," Charlotte said softly. "I promised you a treat, didn't I?" She leaned down and kissed Maggie's forehead. Waves of warmth flowed from the kiss, filling Maggie's mind in seconds. It was an orgasm squared; cubed. Maggie felt like she was drowning in an ocean of pleasure. Then, as quickly as it started, it was over and Maggie was left gasping for breath. "Wha..." she finally managed. Charlotte grinned. "In layman's terms? I gave your brain's pleasure centre a little poke." "Can't... can't feel my feet," Maggie wheezed. "Don't worry about it." Charlotte sat down next to Maggie and slowly stroked her hair. "Night night." Then everything faded to black. *** When Maggie slowly drifted back to consciousness, she awoke to find Charlotte sitting in a bean bag next to the platform. She was still wearing the skimpy nurse outfit, but the skirt had slid up so much that her diapers were clearly visible. When she saw that Maggie was awake, she rose in a way that suggested that gravity didn't quite apply to her and moved over to the platform. She placed a hand on Maggie's forehead. "What're you doing?" Maggie mumbled. "Oh just checking to see if you have a fever, kissing your boo-boos to make them better. You know, nurse stuff." "I'm fine." Maggie brushed Charlotte's hand aside and rolled over on her side to sit up. "So, did it work?" she asked. Charlotte shrugged. "I don't know. Are you wet?" "Um... no." Maggie shook her head. She picked up her phone and saw a new app on the screen. It didn't have a name and the icon showed a picture of a cartoon-style, yellow remote control. She was about to press it when Charlotte cleared her throat. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. "Um, I don't know. Am I?" Maggie looked at Charlotte. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "If you turn that on, don't you want to take a couple of precautions?" She patted her own voluminous diaper. "Oh," Maggie said. "Good point. These pads aren't built for this." A few minutes later and two floors up, Maggie rolled off her bed. She pulled her jeans up over the full-size diaper and, after struggling a little, managed to button them. "Not quite designed to handle that kind of extra padding, are they?" Maggie said from the doorway where she was peeking in. "You might have to invest in a couple of roomier ones if you plan on wearing diapers more often. Or maybe think about switching to skirts." "Yeah, I guess," Maggie admitted. "But let's see how this works first." She pulled out her phone and started the new app. The screen just showed a red button saying 'OFF'. Maggie caught herself holding her breath as her thumb hovered over the button. Then, with a slow, deliberate exhale she pressed it. The button on the screen changed from red to green, but other than that, nothing happened. "Are you sure this thing's working?" Maggie looked up at Charlotte. Charlotte seemed lost in thought for a moment. "It's working," she said. "Just give it a little time. Did you have to go before?" Maggie shook her head. "No, not really." "Well that explains it then." "Huh?" "Turning off your bladder control isn't going to magically fill it. It only works like that in cheesy stories." "Which you've read," Maggie concluded. "I had to do research," Charlotte said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "For science." "I'm sure." Maggie pushed the bag containing her diaper supplies back under the bed and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands. The next hour or so went by pretty much like normal. Maggie did some laundry and cleared the books and her homework off the kitchen table. She was in the middle of making dinner when her phone rang. "Yeah? Hang on while I put you on speaker." Maggie fiddled with the phone and put it on the shelf above the stove. "OK." "Hey Maggie." Anita said from between the pepper and the oregano. "Are you OK? Chris said you haven't been to class for a couple of days." "Um, yeah. I've been sick." "Oh. Do you need anything? Like groceries? Or beer?" "Nah, I'm feeling a lot better now. I just didn't want to move too far from my bathroom," Maggie said, deftly avoiding the whole truth. "Ahh. Say no more. Anyway, I just wanted to check if we're still on for the big game on Saturday." "Anita? It's a poker game between you and me and the boys. It's hardly 'the big game'." "Maybe not for you, but I have to take Max down a peg or two. He's been getting a little uppity lately." "Reeeeaaaaally? And your usual way of dealing with it isn't working?" Anita only chuckled in reply. Just then, Maggie felt a warm rush in her diaper. "Oh god," she said with a surprised gasp. "What?" "I have to go," Maggie said quickly, reaching for the phone "Ah," Anita said, coming to her own conclusions. "Bye then." Maggie hung up and leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to stop the pee that was flowing into her diaper. It soon slowed to a trickle, but Maggie wasn't sure if it was because of her efforts or not. Whatever the reason was, it didn't change the fact that Maggie felt the warmth spreading back across the lower part of her butt. It was both strange and familiar at the same time. The lack of warning, and control, actually felt kind of exhilarating. Maggie smiled and gave her crotch a little squeeze, feeling the damp, velvety padding brushing against her skin. "Just admit it. You love it." Maggie turned around to see Charlotte sitting on the edge of the table, dangling her legs. Excitement quickly turned to embarrassment as Maggie realised what she must look like. She snatched her hand away and turned back to stirring the pot on the stove. "It's OK, you know." Charlotte poofed from the table to the kitchen counter next to the stove. Maggie remained silent, focusing her attention on the contents of the pot in front of her. "What?" Charlotte asked. "Would you have preferred if I went all bossy or mothery and threaten you with a sound spanking because that's no way for a proper lady to behave?" She said those last words with an exaggerated British accent. "No. It's just that I..." Maggie paused and then sighed. "You can tell me. After all," Charlotte patted her big diaper, "it's not like I'm in any position to be judgemental." "I know." Maggie sighed again. "It just..." "Feels good?" Maggie helped. "Yeah, but..." "Well, isn't that what you wanted?" "Kind of." "What do you mean?" Maggie turned back towards Charlotte and leaned against the wall, a sheepish look on her face. "You're gonna think it's stupid and weird." "The non-corporeal, diaper-wearing scientist who's been dead for seven years is going to lecture you about anything being 'weird'? Really?" Maggie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's not the peeing. I could do that any time I wanted." "Then what?" "It's the whole... not helplessness." Maggie made some indeterminate gestures while she struggled to find the right word. "Feebleness?" Charlotte asked helpfully. "Disability?" She grinned at wiggled her eyebrows. "Impotence?" Maggie rolled her eyes at Charlotte who smiled back with mock innocence. "So you're saying is that what you like is not being in control. What's so bad about that?" "It's... It's kind of what happened in Eliza's place." Maggie looked down. "And I didn't want to make you think I wanted to go back there." Charlotte put a hand on Maggie's arm. "I know you don't." Maggie looked back up at Charlotte. "It's not like I like not having control in general. I don't want to be tied up or anything. It's just with the diapers." "Mm-hmm?" Charlotte didn't say anything else, feeling that this was something Maggie needed to get off her chest. "And I don't want to go full baby either, with pacifiers and onesies and stuff. I know it doesn't make sense. It's just that it helps me relax. I don't have to worry about anything." "So would you want to be cared for and changed by someone as well? Not like Eliza, but somebody else." "I don't know. Maybe," Maggie said hesitantly. "But sometimes I want to do that to somebody else." "Like you do for me?" Charlotte asked quietly. "Mmmm-yeah." "Christopher?" Maggie gave a short laugh. "Yeah, like he'd go for that." Maggie poured the contents of the pot into a bowl and filled the dirty pot with water, leaving it in the sink for later. She brought the bowl to the table and sat down, smiling a little. "Did you just..." Charlotte was lying on her stomach on the table. "Yeah," Maggie admitted sheepishly. "Just a little dribble though. Not like before." "That's what you'll usually have, so you might as well get used to it." Charlotte scooted closer. "So, do you still like it?" Maggie blushed. "I'll take that as a yes," Charlotte said with a grin. "You know what? I'm going to go watch a movie or something; give you some quality alone-time." She vanished in a sparkly cloud, leaving Maggie alone with her thoughts. *** "I'll take two cards." Anita threw two cards onto the discard pile as Christopher gave her two new ones. "I'm good," Max said with a grin. Maggie looked at her cards: A pair of sixes, an eight, a jack and an ace. She had a good feeling about that jack so she only discarded the eight. "One." "And the dealer takes two," Christopher said after giving Maggie her card. Maggie looked at her new card: The five of diamonds. "Nothing but shit. I'm out," Anita said and tossed her cards down. Maggie looked at the boys. Max looked confident, but she was pretty sure he was bluffing. His good mood seemed a little too artificial. Christopher, on the other hand, was harder to read. Max carefully picked up ten of the red chips in front of him and put them on the middle of the table. "Fifty." Maggie looked at her cards again. They hadn't changed in the last fifteen seconds. A measly pair of sixes. She counted out six blue chips from her substantially smaller pile and pushed them forward. "I think you're full of shit Max. Ten more." "That's not how you say it," he commented snidely. "You know what I mean." Maggie countered. "I'll raise another twenty," Christopher said and deposited a neat stack of chips on the table. Maggie looked at him. It was like studying a wall. He really had an excellent poker face. Maggie had a sinking feeling. "I'm out too," Maggie said and laid down her cards. She got up as the boys high-fived each other. "Anybody want another drink?" Maggie had just opened her fridge when her phone rang. "Yeah?" "Why did you fold?" Charlotte's voice asked on the phone "How are you calling my phone?" Maggie looked around. "Duh! Skype can call phones. But why did you fold? Chris only had a pair of fours and Max didn't have anything." "How do you know that?" "I have cameras all over the house, remember?" Charlotte sounded like she was talking to a particularly dense child. "So you can see everything in there?" "As long as you all stay more or less in the same places you are now, yes. Why?" "I just had an idea." "Oh, you're planning something sneaky and underhanded, aren't you?" "Next hand, if the boys' cards are better than mine, can you make the lights flicker a little?" "I don't know," Charlotte said. "I don't feel all that comfortable helping you cheat." "Oh, so now you're being ethical," Maggie whispered into the phone. "Look, they're being dicks so it's for a good cause." Charlotte sighed. "OK." Maggie hung up, grabbed the beer from the fridge and headed back to the living room. After putting the bottles on the table, Maggie sat down next to Anita. "OK boys, let's try something else. Boys against girls. No new cards. Just the five we start out with. Sound good? Max and Christopher looked at each other. "Sure, why not." Anita shuffled the cards and dealt. Maggie waited until she was done before looking at her cards. A four, a five, two sevens and another five. Two pairs. Could be worse. Maggie looked at Anita and rearranged their cards. Then they looked across the table at the boys. Christopher pushed a small pile of chips forward. "One hundred," he said. The lights above the table flickered. Maggie reached up and tapped the lamp. "I see the power's just as crappy as I thought," Max said. He leaned back and took a big gulp of beer. Maggie put on a hurt expression. "Stop picking on my home," she said. "And get some more drinks." She pointed to the bottles and shot glasses in one of the book shelves. Max poured the drinks while Maggie counted chips. "I'll raise you another fifty." Maggie caught Anita glancing at the small pile of chips in front of them. It was much smaller than the boys' pile. Christopher pushed another stack of chips forward, causing it to fall over. "Raise," he said tersely. "Fifty." Maggie counted out almost half their remaining chips. "Chris? I think you're bluffing. I call." She put down her cards. "Two pairs." Chris grinned and revealed three twos. "I guess we win." Maggie sighed and poured another glass. "Just deal," she said. The next hand was even worse: A three, a six, a pair of eights and a queen. Maggie looked up from her cards. Even Max was quiet. But the lights above the table shone steadily. Maggie looked over the chips and pushed about half of them to the middle of the table. "I bet eighty." The boys looked at each other and whispered too quietly for Maggie to hear what they said. "We'll raise fifty." Maggie looked at the small stack of chips she had left. It wasn't enough. She looked back up. "Let's make this really interesting." Maggie pushed the remaining chips forward. "The losers are the winners' slaves for a day." "What do you mean?" Christopher asked. "Just what I said. If you lose, you're our slaves until Sunday morning; and if you win..." "And by slaves, you mean?" "Anything the winner wants." Max got a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Safe-words?" Maggie gave him 'the look'. "Of course," she said. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Anita whispered in Maggie's ear. Maggie gave Anita's cheek a quick peck, making sure the boys saw it, and whispered back: "Trust me, I know what I'm doing." "So, what do you say?" Maggie looked at the boys over the tops of her cards and wiggled her eyebrows. "OK," they said, almost in unison. "So, call or raise or fold?" The boys whispered again. "Sunday evening," Max said with a grin. "Confident, aren't we?" Maggie said. She wrapped an arm around Anita, batted her eyelashes at the boys and smiled as sweetly as she could. "Monday morning. I call. Show us what you've got." Chris laid the cards on the table. An four, an eight, another eight, a nine and a jack. "A pair of eights," he said and leaned back. Maggie smiled. "What a coincidence. Me too." She showed four of her cards. "But girls..." Maggie laid down her queen, "beat boys." "What?!?" Max' eyes looked like they were ready to pop out of his skull. Anita grabbed his ear and got up. "OK, come along," she said and started towards the stairs. "He's soooooo screwed," Christopher said and sniggered. "And you're not?" Maggie leaned closer and purred. "In ten minutes, I'm going to tie you to the bed and if you're really good, I might let you up for lunch tomorrow." "Wha-" "And I know just what you're wearing the rest of the weekend," Maggie continued. "But..." "Nine minutes and forty-five seconds." Maggie leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I suggest you make the best of them."

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