Gummybear

Hidden truths in plain sight Part 4 of 4 It was Saturday afternoon and Sarah was in the kitchen. She had just put a chocolate cake in the oven and was cleaning up when she heard her front door open. "Sarah?" Nikki's voice called out from the hallway. "Wanna give me a hand?" Sarah dried her hands and went to help Nikki. When she saw the large cardboard box Nikki had awkwardly under one arm while trying to get through the door she couldn't help smiling. She grabbed one end of the box, allowing Nikki to move to the other end and get through the door. The box wasn't very heavy, so when Nikki let go of it to close the door, Sarah had no problems holding it. "So, curious about the costumes?" Nikki said and nodded towards the box. "Actually, a little more worried than curious," Sarah admitted. "Worried? Why?" Nikki kicked off her shoes. "Seriously? In a couple of hours I'm going to go out in public with my diapers showing." "Well, technically your diapers aren't showing, only your costume is." "Potato, tomato," Sarah said and rolled her eyes. "That's not how... oh never mind. Come here." Nikki wrapped her arms around Sarah and pulled her close. She kissed her way from Sarah's lips, along her jaw and down the side of her neck, not stopping until she reached the collar hidden underneath the sweater. "And you're already dressed for the occasion," Nikki murmured, slipping a finger between the collar and Sarah's throat and giving it a gentle tug. Sarah moaned softly. "Mmmm. Yes Ma'am," she whispered. Nikki's other hand slid down Sarah's back to give her butt a squeeze. "And no diaper?" she asked. Sarah smiled impishly. "I thought maybe you wanted a little grown-up time before I have to go all bratty and childish for the party." She wiggled closer to Nikki. "Do you really think we have time?" Nikki felt her resolve and her domme mindset crumbling. "The cake needs another twenty minutes in the oven. And besides, we can be fashionably late." Sarah turned around and picked up something from the kitchen counter. When she turned back around, a long piece of string dangled from the ring in her collar. That did it for Nikki. She let out a groan and grabbed the string. "You're lucky you're so adorable." "Yes Mistress," Sarah said, making a lousy attempt at seeming demure. "Oh, so that's how you want to do it?" Nikki gave the string a little tug downwards and Sarah kneeled in front of her. "I'm going to go get something. You stay just like this." "Yes Ma'am," Sarah said, not faking it this time. The next minutes were some of the longest in Sarah's life. Her mind was racing, playing out one scenario after the other and rejecting them all. She glanced at the timer on the stove. It had only been two minutes since Nikki left. Sarah's stomach felt like it was full of butterflies and she almost felt a little dizzy. The noisy drone of the fan above the stove drowned out whatever noise Nikki might be making so Sarah was left without any clues as to what she went to get. She tried to do a quick inventory of what she might be finding, but quickly had to give up. Nikki had proven herself fiendishly inventive when it came to kinkifying everyday items around the house so she could be getting anything. She had once joked that she could turn a bag of jelly beans, a bottle of coconut oil and a small, handheld vacuum cleaner into the tools of a whole evening of depravity. Sarah looked at the timer again. Three and a half minutes. She felt the beginnings of a cramp in her left foot and shifted her weight a little. "Ah-ah-ah," came Nikki's voice from behind Sarah. Crap! How the hell did she sneak around me? Sarah felt Nikki come closer to stand just behind her left shoulder. As Nikki slowly stroked her hair, Sarah turned towards her. "Did I say you could move?" Sarah quickly turned back. "No Ma'am," she said. "I'm sorry." "That's better." Nikki ran her fingers through Sarah's hair, closed her fist and pulled her head back. Sarah closed her eyes and let out a low moan. There was a metallic click and when Sarah opened her eyes, she saw the Nikki had clipped the leash to the ring on her collar. She gave the leash a little tug upwards and Sarah rose awkwardly, her left foot tingling and half asleep. "OK, hands behind your back." Sarah put her arms behind her, resting the backs of her hands against the small of her back. Handcuffs? That's new. Sarah wasn't sure if she liked that idea or not. But no cold metal encircled her wrists. Instead, it was Nikki's warm hands. "Now, you're going to keep your hands there, right?" "Yes Ma'am," Sarah whispered. "That's a good girl." Nikki let go of Sarah's wrists and moved to stand in front of her, letting her hand linger on Sarah's butt as she moved. The compliment, along with Nikki's lingering caress, filled Sarah with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. It wasn't that they hadn't done anything like this before, but for some reason it always felt like she was fourteen and going on a first date. "Come along now," Nikki said and gave the leash a little tug. Sarah swallowed and then meekly followed Nikki towards the bedroom. The bedroom seemed warmer than usual. Nikki pulled the duvet off the bed and just let it fall to the floor. Next she sat down on the bed. And with a perplexed expression she ran her hand over the smooth cotton sheets. "Plastic sheets?" she asked as she felt the fabric slide smoothly across the mattress. Sarah felt her cheeks warm as she blushed. "just a precaution, Ma'am," she said, answering the unasked question. Nikki smiled and pulled Sarah closer. Then she began to slowly unbutton Sarah's top. She undid the front clasp of Sarah's bra before slowly sliding everything off her shoulders and down her arms. Sarah had to close her eyes and bite her lip to stay still. The leather of the leash making a cold line from her throat, down her chest and stomach. Next Sarah felt Nikki's warm breath against her stomach as she leaned in to give it a soft kiss and her knees went a little wobbly. Nikki undid the button of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Sarah's mouth felt dry and she let out an involuntary moan as Nikki traced the edge of the waistband of her panties with a finger. Using just her thumbs, Nikki eased the panties and jeans past Sarah's hips and down. Then she paused. "Well that's new," Nikki said, running her hand down Sarah's hairless mound. Sarah swallowed at Nikki's touch. Finally she managed to force out a "Yes, Ma'am." Nikki got up and helped Sarah lie down on the bed before pulling the jeans and panties the rest of the way off her legs. She sat down on the bed next to Sarah and began stroking her stomach, every stroke extending a little further down. "So why'd you shave?" she finally asked. "I read somewhere..." she began, but lost her train of thought when Nikki's hand strayed a little too far south. "I read somewhere," she tried again, "that hair increases B.O. since it gives sweat more area to evaporate from." She took a breath and fought to maintain concentration despite Nikki's best attempts to distract her. "And I figured I didn't want to risk anybody smelling anything tonight at the party." "I don't know if it works quite like that with diapers," Nikki said. "So was that the only reason?" Sarah didn't answer. She only sighed and wiggled her hips a little. "I said," Nikki flicked a finger at Sarah's stomach, making her jump. "Was that the only reason." "Mm-hmm" she answered dreamily. Nikki removed her hand and pulled the leash again. "Good little girls don't lie. And you're a good little girl, aren't you?" "Yes, Ma'am," Sarah said. "I am." "Well?" Nikki said with her patented raised eyebrow. "I also wanted to see what my diapers felt like like this," Sarah admitted, almost whispering. "And what did it feel like?" "Don't know. Only did it this morning." Nikki slid off the bed. "I guess we'd better find out then," she said and went to the dresser to find one of Sarah's thick diapers. Sarah, seeing the diaper, realised that the 'no sex'-rule would be in effect as soon as she was wearing it. "Aww, already? But I thought we-" "Shush now," Nikki interrupted. "We don't have time for that and you know it. Now be a good girl and help me get you into your costume." "But can't we-" Nikki leaned in and shut Sarah up with a kiss. "If you're a good girl tonight, maybe you get a treat when we get back home." "OK" Sarah, knowing that protests would be futile, sighed and raised her hips to let Nikki slide the diaper in place. Once Sarah was diapered, Nikki slipped the loop at the end of the leash over one of the bed posts. "Now don't go anywhere," she said with a smile and left the room. She returned with the big cardboard box and put it at the foot of the bed, out of sight for Sarah. "Don't you think these'll look great on you?" Nikki asked and held up a huge diaper. "You're kidding! They're fucking ginormous." "Ah-ah-ah. Language." Nikki gave her a stern look. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," Sarah said contritely. Nikki proceeded putting the giant diapers on Sarah and when she was done, she helped her off the bed. Sarah found she was forced to waddle whenever she tried to walk normally. "Where do you even find something like this?" "Oh you'd be surprised at what's available online." Nikki smiled and held up a bundle of green cloth. "Now let's get the rest of the costume on." Within minutes, Sarah was dressed in a bright green dress that was so short that it left no doubt about what she wore underneath, but not so short that it actually exposed the diapers as long as she stood upright. Her auburn hair was hidden under a blonde wig done up in a bun, on her feet were green slippers with big, white pom-poms and her collar had been switched out for the more discreet cameo choker. "My god, you look absolutely adorable." Nikki gently stroked Sarah's cheek. "We have to get somebody to take our picture tonight." "Do we have to?" Sarah asked, reluctance evident in her voice. "Of course we do. When else would you get away with having your picture taken in diapers?" Nikki gave Sarah's thickly padded butt a little slap, making a poofing sound. "Now you go wait in the living room while I put on my costume." Sarah waddled out the door and headed for the kitchen to check on the cake. It was only a little over a minute left on the timer, so she checked if it was done. It was, so she took the pan from the oven and put it on the counter to cool off. Then she went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. It took her a moment to realise that she wasn't sitting on a cushion. Sarah leaned back and tried to relax, the giant diaper making her spread her legs in a decidedly unladylike manner. She rested one hand on her crotch, the thick padding of the costume diaper making it impossible to even feel that touch. She grabbed the fabric in an attempt to relieve the tension that Nikki's teasing had built up in her, but the thick cloth made her efforts frustratingly hard. "What are you doing?" Nikki's voice jolted Sarah out of her reverie. "Nothing," she lied. "Just adjusting the diaper a little." Her eyes focused on Nikki standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. She was wearing a plain, light blue dress with quite a lot more cleavage and legs than Disney ever showed. Nikki's breasts also seemed to have jumped from her usual B's to D's in order to show off that cleavage. And to top it all off, she had a wig with a large, light blue bow in the back. In short she looked like Wendy Darling drawn by a fifteen year old Walt Disney. "Riiiiiiight." Nikki turned around and went back to the hallway. She returned only moments later. "OK, come here sweetie." Sarah got off the sofa and awkwardly waddled sideways around the coffee table to stand in front of Nikki. Nikki gave her a quick once-over, tucking a few strands of hair back under the wig and adjusting the dress. "We'll wait with the wings until we get to the party. We don't want them to get squished in the car, do we?" "Mm-hm." "Good. Now hands behind your back." When Sarah did as she was told, she felt something tighten around her wrists, realising that Nikki had tied her arms. "What?!? Hey, what are you doing?" "It's obvious that you're a naughty, little girl who can't be trusted to keep from playing with herself. So I'm making sure you behave yourself until we get to the party." "What do you mean? I can't go out like this," Sarah protested. "Of course you can. We'll put a coat over your shoulders and nobody'll be the wiser. And I'll untie you when we're at the party if you promise to behave yourself..." Nikki wrapped her arms around Sarah, pulled her closer and gave the back of her neck a kiss. "And play along with our little story about Wendy and Tinklebell." "Don't you mean Tinkerbell?" Nikki's hands slid down to give the giant diapers a pat. "No. I think it's Tinklebell. And Tinklebell's going to be wet before she leaves the party. If she is, this story's going to have a happy ending. Now come along." Nikki took Sarah's arm and led her to the front door where she took off the slippers and helped her put on regular shoes. Next she draped a coat over Sarah's shoulders and put the sleeves of the coat in the pockets. "There you go. Totally incognito." Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. "I look like a flasher," she said as Nikki put on her own jacket. Nikki put on her boots before straightening up and and looking at Sarah. "Yeah, you kinda do, but the car is right outside and besides, it's Halloween. Nobody's going to care." She put an arm around Sarah and guided her out the door. Getting into the car proved trickier than they had thought. Nikki had to move the seat back so Sarah could get her much bigger butt inside. And getting in without having her hands made it extra awkward. When they were both inside the car, Nikki had to reach over to help Sarah with the seat belt. The twenty-minute drive took almost double that and by the time they were parking, Sarah was fidgeting almost non-stop. "What's wrong sweetie?" Nikki asked as she undid Sarah's seat belt. "My shoulders are cramping up." "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't think the drive would take so long." Nikki undid the top buttons on Sarah's jacket. "Lean forward." Sarah leaned forward as far as she could. Nikki slipped the jacket off her shoulders and pulled it down. Then she reached behind Sarah's back and untied the rope. Sarah slowly eased her arms forward rolled her shoulders to work out the stiffness. "Thanks." They decided to not try to work Sarah's arms into the sleeves of the jacket but just button it back up the way it had been, seeing as it was only a couple of minutes from where they had parked to the party and Sarah didn't feel like showing her costume to the world. Nikki got out and opened Sarah's door, helping her out. Then she grabbed a box that looked like an oversized pizza box from the back seat and locked the car. As they walked down the street, the passed a group of children trick or treating. Sarah couldn't quite decide whether the grown-ups accompanying the kids looked relieved that they didn't have to dress up or if they were jealous. When they arrived at the apartment building where the party was, it took four tries before anybody answered the buzzer, and when they did, it was hard to hear anything over Ghostbusters blaring in the background. They were quickly buzzed in and once they saw the state of the elevator, they decided to take the stairs. "I hope they're not going to to play the music that loud all night," Sarah said as they trudged up the stairs. "Probably not," Nikki answered. "It's just that that movie is Mike's claim to fame. He was an extra in it." "How old is he? That movie is like thirty years old." "He was two at the time." "Ahh." After a couple of more flights of stairs they walked down the hallway to the last couple of lines to the song and stopped outside a door decorated with spiders and bats and a couple of weird-looking books. One of them was a pretty good copy of the Necronomicon from the Evil Dead movies. "What's the deal with the books?" Sarah nodded towards the decorations. "Oh, Mike's wife Amina works at some publishing company. That's why they're doing a literary theme for the costumes tonight." Just as Nikki said that, the door was opened by an overweight, black man with a deerstalker hat and an oversized pipe. "Nikki!" he roared and wrapped his arms around her to give her a hug. "Hey hey hey, careful!" Nikki said and squirmed out of the hug. "Do you mind if we finish the costumes?" She held up the box. "Sure, use the guest room. We're putting all the coats there anyway." "But afterwards, you owe me a proper hug." Nikki steered Sarah to a small room where there was a big pile of coats on a bed. "Sorry about that," Nikki said once the door was closed. "I should have warned you. Mike's big on hugs." "Yeah, I kinda figured. Now what's this about finishing the costume?" Nikki opened the box to reveal a pair of insectlike wings made from cellophane and steel wire and sprinkled with glitter. "You can't really be Tinkerbell without the wings, can you?" She helped Sarah take off the jacket and attach the wings to the back of the dress. They were just finishing when there was a knock at the door and a muffled "Are you two decent in there?" "Yeah, sure," Nikki said and made some final adjustments to her wig. The door opened and an olive-skinned woman in a suit and tie and with a huge moustache walked in. "Oh no Amina," Nikki said, "please don't tell me you're Doctor Watson." "Of course not," Amina said with mock indignation and a pretty good Scottish accent. She pointed to the red and white name tag sticker on her jacket that said "Hello. My name is ARTHUR". Nikki stared blankly at her until Sarah sighed heavily. "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle," she said and rolled her eyes. "At your service," Amina said. "And who might you two be?" "I'm Wendy Darling," Nikki said and curtsied. "And this is Tinklebell." "Tinkerbell," Sarah corrected. "Oh no. It's Tinkle-bell," Nikki said, emphasising the first part of the name. "Peter and the lost boys though she was being very childish when she was jealous of me. So very very childish." "I can see that." Amina smiled. "So until she can be more mature..." Nikki gave Sarah's diaper a little pat. Amina chuckled and rummaged through her pockets to come up with a black marker and a some blank name tags. Before Sarah had a chance to protest, she had a name tag saying "Tinklebell" stuck to her dress and Nikki had one saying "Wendy". "Now come on," Amina said and took Sarah's arm. "There's somebody you just have to meet. Oh, and Nikki, Mike said something about you owing him something." *** "Where have been hiding these people all this time?" Sarah was walking down the street holding Sarah's hand. "I mean, they were fun." "Sure, today they are, but most of the time they're depressingly serious." "Really?" "The guy who was dressed up as one of the musketeers; the one that kept flirting with you all night..." "Mort, right?" "Yeah. He's an accountant and he is just as boring as that sounds every other day of the year." Sarah looked at Nikki disbelievingly. "Really?" Nikki nodded. "I hope I didn't ruin everything for you." "Nah. It was still a fun party. And I think what's-his-name, the tall, skinny guy dressed in that white fish costume has a serious crush on you." Yeah, Jean-Luc. We went on a single date years and years ago. I must have made one hell of an impression on him." "Well, you are very impressive." Sarah leaned in and gave Nikki a quick kiss. "Oh you ain't seen nothing yet." "Oh ree-hee-heally?" Sarah asked in her best Jim Carrey impression. "Oh grow up." Sarah pouted. Then she leaned in close. "But I was a naughty little girl. I'm all wet and squishy in my diaper," she whispered with an exaggerated lisp. Nikki laughed out loud. "Yeah, I still can't believe you did that in front of Caroline. She's the most uptight person I know." "And she dressed up like a slutty librarian? Makes you wonder what she's hiding." "Who knows." Nikki unlocked the car and gave Sarah a hand getting into the car before getting in herself. "So, when we get back home, I guess you want to get changed right away?" Sarah grinned. She took Nikki's hand hand placed it on her diaper, holding it there while looking deeply into her eyes. "I don't think that's a question, Ma'am. I think it's just your way of saying that you want to get me naked so you can have your way with me?" Nikki smiled back and started the engine. "That depends. Is it working?"

First of all, I'd like to point out that I like this story. The plot progresses at a reasonable pace considering the two characters already know each other. It's going to be interesting to see where it goes next There are, however, a few niggling things that I can't help noticing. I won't point out absolutely all the details here, but you should go over the text and put capital letters in names and at the beginnings of sentences (even if they are the second part of a previous sentence. New paragraph means new sentence.) Also, in the first half, you have two paragraphs describing Amelia and Claire's date that are written in the past tense while the rest of the story is written in the present tense. I understand why you had to do this. Writing a summary in the present tense is very hard since the very nature of a summary is talking about something in the past. Nevertheless, these two paragraphs being in the past tense is a bit jarring. Since the story is in the present tense, the reader is given a feeling of being part of the action; a bit like they're there when it happens. When you switch to the past tense, it can make the reader feel more like an outside observer. Finally: When using quotation marks, you should put a comma at the end if the sentence continues (e.g. “What was that brat,” counters Claire...) or a full stop if the next thing is a new sentence (e.g. "...changes to your underwear drawer.” Without further warning...)

Hidden truths in plain sight Part 3 of 4 "And you're still not telling me which movie we're going to?," Sarah said. She and Nikki were standing in line to get tickets at the cinema. "It's an all-horror line-up tonight. You know I'm not crazy about horror movies." "I'll have you know this is one of the most romantic movies I know," Nikki said, her voice full of mock indignation. Then she leaned closer and whispered, "and it's not like we haven't taken precautions against jump-scares, right?" She grinned and gave Sarah a little nudge. "Nikki!" Sarah hissed. "Oh relax, will you? There's no way anybody can see it. If they notice anything about you it's going to be that giant hockey jersey of yours. You look ridiculous." Now it was Sarah's turn to feign outrage. "How dare you mock the greatness that is the Montreal Canadiens? Go Habs!" "Sweetie, you're not Canadian. You don't even like hockey." "Yeah," Sarah leaned in and kissed Nikki's cheek. "But it's the biggest thing I had that wouldn't be too warm tonight." Since the rainstorm two days earlier, the weather had done a complete reversal and gone from cold and rainy to unseasonably warm and almost muggy. Just then, it was their turn at the ticket counter. "Two tickets for 'The Mummy'. Tenth row if you have any." The pimply-faced teenager on the other side of the glass confirmed that there were plenty of vacant seats. Nikki paid for the tickets, handed one to Sarah and they walked through the door into the crowded lobby. The air-conditioning was obviously struggling because the room was sweltering. Sarah immediately regretted even the thin fabric of the hockey jersey. She found a spot right by one of the vents blowing a slightly less warm air and sighed with relief. "I'm getting some popcorn," Nikki said. "Do you want anything?" "Just a Sprite. If they're cold." "OK. I'll be right back." Sarah just leaned against the wall, letting the slight breeze wash over her while Nikki disappeared into the crowd. "Sarah? What are you doing here? I thought you hated horror movies." Sarah turned in the direction of the voice and felt her mouth go dry. "Oh, hi Todd," she said as she saw one of her colleagues making his way through the crowd to her towing a cute blonde that looked significantly younger than him along. If there was ever a person who was a living example of the stereotypical spoiled frat boy from an 80s movie, it was Todd. He was one of those entitled golden boys who nobody really seemed to actually like, yet somehow he always managed to get ahead in life. "My girlfriend convinced me to give them a shot, so we're seeing 'The Mummy'." "Really? Us too. Claire here is a huge Tom Cruise fan, aren't you babe?" Todd slipped an arm around the blonde and Sarah was pretty sure he gave her butt a squeeze based on the way she jumped. "Oh, we're seeing the original." "Why?" Todd asked incredulously. "The special effects in that are soooo 1990s. The wall of sand that comes after the plane looks like it's from a Playstation 2 game." "No, the 1930s one. With Boris Karloff." "Why would anybody see that? It's like, almost a hundred years old." Sarah was just about to answer when Nikki showed up, carrying a large box of popcorn and two bottles of soda. She had taken off her jacket and was wearing a t-shirt with 'The Mummy' and Boris Karloff's face on it. She handed one of the bottles to Sarah and looked at Todd. "So, who is this?" she asked "This is Todd. He teaches history at my school. Todd, Nikki; my girlfriend." Todd looked at Nikki. "I guess that answers that question," he finally say cryptically. "What do you mean?" Sarah asked. "I knew you had a girlfriend, but I never thought you'd be the man." Todd nodded towards Nikki. "I guess that t-shirt answers that." Nikki stared at Todd. First confused, then in disbelief. "Todd?" she finally said, "you're an fucking arse." She took a step closer and tipped the box of popcorn over his head. Then, without another word, she took Sarah's hand and walked off, leaving the shocked and significantly more greasy Todd to the puzzled stares of the crowd. "That guy is an absolute moron," Nikki said as she and Sarah rounded a corner and was out of sight. Sarah looked like she was ready to cry, so Nikki embraced her and gently stroked her back. "Are you OK sweetie?" Sarah nodded, still shocked. "Well that really killed the mood for date night," Nikki said. Then she looked at Sarah and added "And not just for him." That earned her a small smile from Sarah. "What do you say we just skip this and go home. We can watch the movie there and we won't have to worry about running into that arsehole again." "Yeah," Sarah said quietly. "Just one moment." "What?" "Chores," Sarah said and grinned. "Are you...?" "Uh-huh." "You know you don't have to," Nikki started. "A little too late for that now," Sarah said. "At least we both know what we'll be doing once we get home." Nikki only smiled in response. Suddenly Sarah's smile vanished. "One more thing..." Nikki turned to see where Sarah was looking and saw that Todd and Claire had come around the corner, still picking kernels out of his hair. Sarah marched up to them, blocking their way. "Claire?" she said, "This guy is a complete prick and you deserve better than to be his seventh ex-girlfriend this year." Then she turned back around, grabbed Nikki's hand and headed towards the exit. *** "You know, this is far superior to the sticky theatre seats," Sarah said. She and Nikki were snuggled up under the huge blanket on Sarah's sofa, watching Boris Karloff setting up for a resurrection ritual on the TV. "Yeah." Nikki absent-mindedly played with Sarah's hair. "So what do you think of the movie so far?" Sarah ate some popcorn. "If this is supposed to be a horror movie, people must have been really easy to scare in the 30s." "Maybe, but come on. It's a romance spanning the centuries; a love that could not even be stopped by death itself," Nikki said grandiosely. "It's a bit stalker-y," Sarah said and reached for the soda. "What?!?" "Well, it is. Imhotep is like the ultimate clingy boyfriend." "Pfft. You just don't appreciate good movies." "At least I wasn't suggesting we see the remake," Sarah said defensively. "Yeah, you'd have to be a real bonehead to pick that over this." Sarah snuggled closer and gave Nikki's neck a kiss. "If he only knew how badly he misinterpreted your t-shirt, his head would explode." Nikki grinned. "What do you mean 'misinterpreted'? I think it's perfectly accurate for me to wear a mummy-t-shirt. It's not my fault that he thought you had one that said 'Daddy' and not 'Baby' under that hockey jersey." "I'm not a baby." "Said the girl wearing the diapers." Nikki tried to take a sip of her soda, but found that the bottle was empty. "Why don't you be a good little girl and go get us some refills?" "Yes, oh great and powerful mistress." Sarah said with mock seriousness and slipped out from under the blanket. "You're such a little brat," Nikki said and gave Sarah's diapered butt a playful slap. "I'll have to do something about that." "Promises, promises."

Hidden truths in plain sight Part 2 of 4 Sarah's phone buzzed briefly and she discreetly pulled it out and looked at the screen. When she saw that the text was from Nikki she was suddenly really grateful for the work-mode that changed some of her contact names. It would have complicated things at work immensely if anybody sitting next to Sarah had seen that she just got a message from "Mommynatrix". Nikki: having fun doing ur daily assignment? Sarah smiled and quickly wrote a reply. Sarah: Still at work. Meeting. Will text when done. She put the phone back in her pocket and returned her attention to Mr Ross as he droned on and on about how schools and parents should be working hand-in-hand to eliminate the massive societal problems primarily caused by sagging pants. By the time the meeting was done, Sarah was exhausted. Her colleagues quickly left the room before Mr Ross found something else to talk about and reconvened the meeting. She leaned back, cracked her neck and stretched before pulling out her phone. Switching it off work-mode, Sarah smiled as the wallpaper changed from an inoffensive picture of a baby orangutan to a picture of her and Nikki snuggled up on the sofa. Sarah: OK, the meeting is done. The boss had a lot to say today. She didn't have to wait long for the reply. As she left the room, the phone let out an R2-D2-sound. Mommynatrix: so im guessing ur still dry Sarah: Not even home yet. And I don't keep any at work. Will call when I'm home. Mommynatrix: Ill b waiting w/ dinner. want updates from last cpl days Sarah smiled and shook her head. She really needed to kidnap Nikki's phone and turn on the autocorrect. Her texts had worse spelling than some of the dimmer bulbs in her classroom. She quickly tidied her desk and locked the desk drawers before heading for the wardrobe to get her jacket. Looking out the window, Sarah saw the lead-grey clouds covering the sky. A quick check of the weather app on her phone confirmed her assumption. It was going to be pouring down all afternoon. Sarah quickly shot off another text to Nikki. Sarah: Looks like it's going to be pissing down all afternoon (No pun intended). Any chance of getting a rain-check on my assignment? 😉 Mommynatrix: unless u have a diaper with u, i guess we r going for a walk aftr dinner Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed. "I guess we're going for a stroll then," she said to the empty room. She put on her jacket, grabbed her backpack and made sure her locker was locked before walking out. The weather outside was cold and damp and even though there was barely a breeze, it clawed its way through Sarah's clothes as she hurried towards the parking lot. She felt the first couple of raindrops just as she got to her car. By the time she was halfway home, the windscreen wipers were working overtime. Luckily, Sarah managed to find a parking space close to her door so she only had to endure the downpour for a few seconds as she sprinted from the car to the front door. As Sarah opened the door to her apartment, the mouth-watering smell of tomato soup hit her. She kicked off her shoes and took off her jacket before heading for the kitchen. The sight that met her as she entered, brought a smile to her face. Standing by the stove, stirring a steaming pot of soup, was Nikki, wearing only panties, a big apron and Sarah's bunny slippers. Sarah couldn't help herself. She walked right over to Nikki, slipped her arms around her and gave her a hug. The fact that she also just happened to grope her left breast was just an accident. "Hey there sweetie," Nikki said. She turned her head and gave Sarah a quick kiss. "You sounded like you needed a little TLC today." "Yeah," Sarah murmured into the side of Nikki's neck. "That meeting was exhausting." "Wanna talk about it?" "Not really. I'd much rather just stay like this." Sarah rested her chin on Nikki's shoulder. Nikki put the whisk on a plate next to the stove and turned around to face Sarah. "So," she slipped her arms around Sarah and gave her butt a little squeeze. "Unless you're getting really good at hiding your diapers, it feels like we're going for a little walk after dinner." "Aww, do we have to?" Sarah whined. "Can't we just stay in?" "You had a choice," Nikki reminded her. "Yeah right, like I'm going to keep diapers at work." "About that..." Nikki broke loose from Sarah's embrace and walked in to the living room. She returned moments later with a plastic bag. "Now you might think this is crazy, but would you at least give it some thought?" "Is that 'you're so crazy'-crazy or 'we, the jury, find the defendant'-crazy?" Nikki suddenly looked a little awkward. "It might be Mongolian-crazy, but promise me you won't be mad." She pulled something wrapped in plain brown paper out of the bag and handed it to Sarah. Sarah sat down at the kitchen table and unwrapped the package. It was a small metal cash box with a combination lock. If there was anything in it, it didn't make any sound or shift noticeably when Sarah shook the box gently. "O...kay?" Sarah looked up at Nikki. "The combination is 1524." Sarah fiddled with the small number dials. One of them seemed to be stuck, but after a few tries it loosened enough to be turned. Taking out the tissue paper that Nikki had put on top, Sarah suddenly understood why Nikki had seemed so awkward. Lying neatly folded in the box was one of her diapers. She looked back up at Nikki. "You have got to be kidding." "Please don't be mad. I just though you might want... you know, someplace safe to keep a backup. You know, just in case." "Nope." Sarah shook her head. "Not happening." Nikki saw Sarah's expression and crouched down in front of her, taking her hands. "I went too far again, didn't I. I'm sorry." She kissed Sarah's knuckles. Sarah leaned down and rested her forehead against Nikki's. "Honey, It's not... I mean, if I were to keep diapers at work, this is definitely the way I'd do it, but..." "Yeah, I know. I promised I wasn't going to make you wear them to work and I'm keeping that promise, but now at least you have the option if you change your mind." "Yeah, I still don't see it happening." "Well, then at least you have the most secure lunch box," Nikki said, getting a laugh from Sarah. That relieved the tension. "So you're not mad?" "Maybe a little, but I'll forgive you this time." Sarah kissed Nikki's forehead. "Wonderful. Dinner is almost ready, so why don't you go get changed while I set the table." "What do you mean? What's wrong with these clothes?" "Well..." Nikki slipped a hand down to Sarah's crotch, causing her to jump in surprise. "Something seems to be missing here. And besides, I'm not eating like this." Nikki rose and hooked her thumbs inside the bib of her apron, pulling it away from her chest and giving Sarah a glimpse of her bare breasts. "So, Ma'am," Sarah looked up at Nikki and gave her the most innocent smile she could manage. "Thick or thin?" "Oh, unless you want to go outside with one of your thick diapers..." Nikki grinned. "Damn, I was hoping I was off the hook for that. Fine, thin it is." "Of course, If you want a thick one after our little walk, I'd be more than happy to help you out with that." Sarah rose and walked over to Nikki to stand behind her. She slipped her arms around her and leaned in to kiss her neck. "Actually Ma'am," she whispered, "I was kind of hoping we could do something a little less diapery tonight." "Oooh, feeling frisky, are we?" "Mm-hm." "Well, if you're a good girl, maybe you get a treat. We'll just have to see, won't we. Now go get changed." As Sarah let her go and turned to leave, Nikki gave her butt a playful swat.

I know it's still a couple of months until halloween, but we can have fun a little early. Can't we? If this is your first Nikki & Sarah story, you might want to read the previous ones first. Here's a list: Nikki & Sarah - Index thread ------------------------------------------------ Hidden truths in plain sight Part 1 of 4 "You want to dress up as what?!?" Sarah looked incredulously at Nikki who just continued eating the slice of raspberry pie in front of her. They were sitting in a corner booth at a diner, having lunch after doing some Saturday shopping "Oh come on, it'll be fun," Nikki said around a mouthful of pie. "Plus, couples' costumes are really cute." "But Tinkerbell and Wendy? Tinkerbell and Peter Pan makes sense. Or Peter Pan and Wendy. Tinkerbell and Wendy just barely get along." "That's the whole point." Nikki tapped her temple with a finger. "I have a plan." "Oooo-kaaay," Sarah said warily. "What? Don't you trust me?" Sarah put on an exaggerated hurt expression and pouted, causing Sarah to chuckle. "Of course I do." Sarah reached across the table to stroke Nikki's cheek. "But some of your plans are kinda embarrassing." "Maybe, but you like it." Nikki turned her head and kissed Sarah's palm. "Don't you?" A blush crept up Sarah's face. "Well?" "Yes Ma'am," Sarah whispered, barely audible. "Good girl," Nikki said and lifted the final piece of pie to her mouth. A minute later, after having finished the last of her coffee, Nikki took Sarah's hands in hers. She leaned closer across the table and whispered: "Do you need to be changed yet?" Sarah's blush was renewed. Wearing a diaper while going shopping on Saturdays had become a more and more regular occurrence the last couple of months. The only times Nikki didn't insist on her wearing them was when they were getting something that Sarah needed to try on without the diapers. However, she never wet the diapers until they were back home or, on a few occasions, in the car on the way back. That didn't stop Nikki from asking if she was dry while they were out. In some cases she even insisted on checking. "You know I'm dry. I'm always dry," Sarah whispered back. "Don't take that tone with me, little girl," Nikki said sternly. "I have four feet of paracord and a carabiner in my bag. I will hook a leash to that collar of yours if you don't behave." Sarah knew it was an empty threat, but just hearing it made her conscious of the collar around her neck. It was still one of their ground rules that if Sarah wore her diapers, she would also wear her collar. During the summer months, hiding the collar had become an exercise in futility, so they had switched to a narrow cloth choker with a little cameo brooch on. Sarah liked it so much that she had taken to wearing it when she didn't have to wear a collar. She had even worn it to work a few times. But now that the weather was chilly enough to justify sweaters and that meant that hiding beneath Sarah's turtleneck was the plain leather collar they had bought last winter. "I'm sorry Ma'am," she said contritely. "I'll behave." "Good, because we're not leaving here until you actually do need a change." "You want me to..." Sarah paused for a moment, "...wet myself right here? In public? Why?" "Because you're a good little girl and I'm your..." Nikki let go of Sarah's hands. "You're my mommynatrix," Sarah finished with a sigh. Nikki smiled at the silly title. "Damn straight. And good little girls do what they're told." "Yeah, but here? The car is one thing. We're alone there. But there's people here. They'll notice. And what if there's a leak? And..." Sarah rambled. Nikki put a finger to Sarah's lips. "Shhh." She took Sarah's hands in hers again. "Look at me sweetie. Nobody's going to notice." Sarah closed her eyes and Nikki could almost see her brow furrow with concentration. After a while she sighed. "I can't do it," she said and slumped back in her seat. "Don't be upset sweetie," Nikki said. Then she slid around the table to sit next to Sarah. "Just sit back and relax." Sarah leaned against Nikki and rested her head on her shoulder. She took Sarah's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you have to go?" Nikki asked. "Yeah, but I just can't do it here." "That's OK sweetie." Nikki just stroked the back of Sarah's hand with her thumb. "Just relax; don't try to force it. Try to think about something else." "Like what? It's a little like telling me not to think of pink polar bears." Sarah emptied her glass of water in two gulps. "Tell me the plan." "What do you mean?" "Why do you want to dress up as Tinkerbell?" Nikki laughed. "Sweetie, I'm not Tinkerbell. You are. I'm Wendy." "Huh?" "You know how Halloween is a chance to let a different side of you out?" "Mm-hm." "Well, you've read Peter Pan, right?" "Nope. Only seen the cartoon." "Same thing. You know how Wendy basically becomes a substitute mother for Peter and the lost boys?" "I suppose," Sarah said warily. "I want to show off our secret side without anybody figuring it out." "So you're going to be Mommy Wendy, but why would I be Tink? And how does she fit into this?" Nikki shrugged. "Well, when she's jealous of Wendy, she does behave like a bit of a brat. I'm pretty sure that both Peter and the lost boys would think she's being really childish." "So you want me to wear...?" "Yep." Nikki nodded. "Big ones." "But people will see them." "That's the whole point. That's why we have the whole Mommy Wendy and Bratty Tink explanation. Nobody's going to expect you to have real diapers on underneath the costume ones." "What?!?" Sarah sat up and looked at Nikki. "Are you serious?" "That's why we're doing this," Nikki said calmly. "Look, we both know you like wetting your diapers. Right?" Sarah blushed. "Yeah," she admitted sheepishly, casting a quick glance around the nearly empty diner to see if anybody could hear them. "And this is like the one day of the year when you can get away with wearing giant diapers in public. And using them." "But you know I can't do it. I mean, at home or in the car is one thing, but in public?" "That sweetie," Nikki kissed Sarah's forehead, "is why we're practicing." "Practicing?" "It's two weeks until Halloween. Every day between now and then, I want you to wear a diaper and wet it while you're out in public," Nikki said quietly. "Every day?" "Yep." Sarah looked mortified at what Nikki said. "But... but..." "Can you think of another way of getting over that particular mental hurdle?" Sarah sighed. "No," she admitted. "So are you going to be a good little girl and do as you're told?" "Yes Ma'am," Sarah said demurely. "But can we go outside? Maybe it's easier to do it while standing?" Nikki considered what Sarah said. "OK," she finally said, "but then you're not getting changed until we're going to the car." "And how long is that?" "I'm not telling you. Do we have a deal?" Sarah nodded hesitantly. "OK." Nikki signaled the waitress for the check and while they waited, she moved back around the table. "So, do you really have paracord and a carabiner in your bag?" "Why?" "It just makes me wonder how you run your office." Sarah grinned mischievously. "See? This is why you'll be perfect as a little bratty Tinkerbell." Nikki paid and left a generous tip before getting up. "Now, come along." *** A while later, Nikki and Sarah were leaning on the railing of the mezzanine, looking at the people milling around below them. They had been making up little stories about them, each one more outlandish than the one before. A couple walking arm in arm were suddenly adulterers cheating on their respective spouses, a woman in a big, fuzzy jacket became a closet furry and a man checking out the window display in a Victoria's Secret store became a cross-dresser who acted out scenes from Rocky Horror Picture Show with his collection of dolls in his bedroom. Sarah had been particularly proud of the chuckle she got out of Nikki with that last one. "Nikki?" Sarah said. "I've been thinking." "Oh that's never a good start," Nikki replied with a smirk. Sarah stuck out her tongue. "Seriously." "OK, What've you been thinking about?" "My safeword. I think I might need another one." "You want to change it? It's not like that's a big deal. What do you want instead of 'Mongolia'?" "No, not a new one; an extra one." "Huh? Why?" "Well," Sarah said, all of a sudden looking painfully awkward. "When I say 'Mongolia', that's a signal to stop right away." Nikki nodded. "But what if I want to keep going, just not take it further. Like, if we're at 8 and you're about to take it up to 9 and I don't want to, 'Mongolia' would stop he whole thing, but I want to keep going at 8, just not escalate. Does that make any sense or am I just rambling?" Sarah finished, almost out of breath. "I see what you mean. You want something that says 'Don't stop, but don't take it further'. Sort of half a 'Mongolia'." "Exactly." Sarah nodded. "OK, how about we just pick one of Mongolia's neighbours then?" Nikki pulled out her phone and googled Mongolia. "That'd be Russia or China." "I don't know. Those would just feel weird to use." "Yeah," Nikki agreed. "Well, it almost borders on Kazakhstan." "Yeah, the thought of Borat doesn't really keep me in the mood for our kind of fun. How about 'Attila'? That'd work, right?" "Sure, but not to be nit-picky; Attila wasn't Mongolian. That was Ghengis Khan." Nikki grinned, finally having out-triviaed Sarah. "Whatever. Attila is easier to remember." Nikki nodded slowly. "OK, just to be completely clear: Mongolia means 'stop everything' and Attila means 'don't stop, but don't go any further'?" "Yeah," Sarah's gaze went back to the people below. Nikki noticed a stick-thin woman who exited a bakery carrying several cake boxes stacked on top of each other. She was just about to reveal the woman's secrets which involved naked pie fights and numerous cans of whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles, when she noticed that Sarah had become uncharacteristically quiet. Not wanting to lose track of her next story target, Nikki glanced quickly at Sarah. The faraway look on Sarah's face made her forget about the woman below. She inched closer until their shoulders almost touched and nudged Sarah gently. "Are you...?" she asked. "Mm-hm," Sarah replied dreamily, her eyes half-closed. Nikki waited until Sarah recovered, then she whispered so none of the passers-by would hear, "Do you need to be changed?" Sarah shook her head. "No, not yet. It was just a little." "OK." Nikki paused, then she realised something. "You're going to do it again, aren't you." Sarah blushed. "At home it's a lot easier once the diaper is already a little wet. I want to see if it's the same now." It was.

Dreams & Reality Part 5 of 5 It took a while, but Sarah finally managed a paragraph that she was happy with. Granted, it was in the middle of the story, but still it was progress. Then, slowly, another paragraph before it and a couple of lines of dialogue after it. Hey, maybe starting in the middle and working outwards is easier. Like putting sauce on a pizza. As the afternoon slowly turned into evening, Sarah found that the the sum of her problems remained constant. The more time passed, the more she wrote; but with every minute, her bladder also filled up more and more. At first, Sarah thought Nikki's ban on bathroom breaks was fun; an interesting way to motivate her to stay by her desk and write. But after a while it became more of a distraction. Sarah ended up pacing back and forth in the kitchen, stopping only to type a sentence or two. By the time the call notification popped up on the screen, Sarah was so close to bursting it was bordering on painful. She quickly clicked the green button and Nikki's face filled the laptop screen. "Hey there sweetie." Sarah could see the nondescript hotel room behind Nikki. "Hi Nikki," Sarah said as she almost tapdanced around the room. "Whoa! What's with the dance number? Have you been chugging Red Bull again?" "Gotta pee. I haven't gone since we spoke," Sarah said as she power-walked back and forth. Nikki burst out laughing. "Sweetie, when I said no bathroom breaks, I only meant no slacking off or taking breaks from the writing. Hell, you're wearing diapers. You don't need to take a break to go to the bathroom." Sarah stopped and leaned on the back of her chair and with a groan of relief, wet herself. Nikki looked at her from the screen. "Slow down sweetie; you're going to flood that thing and start leaking." Finally Sarah sighed and opened her eyes. "Oh, that's better." "That's good to hear. Now what do you say?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "That collar of yours isn't just a fashion statement." "Oh," Sarah said as realisation dawned on her. "Um, thank you Ma'am?" "That's better. So, how's the writing going?" "I have a couple of pages, but I kinda got distracted after a while." Sarah smiled wryly. "Is it the alien story? Did you put in some juicy details about the probing?" Nikki smirked and winked. Sarah felt her cheeks burning. "Um..." "Oh, you did, didn't you?" "Nnnnot exactly," Sarah said hesitantly. "I haven't really started on that story. I started, but it just turned into spank fodder." "Spanking isn't really my cup of tea, but if you want to try it..." Sarah could see that Nikki was struggling not to giggle. "I... you know what I mean," she said with a sigh and a chuckle. "OK then, so what kind of story did you write? Why don't you sit down and tell Mistress all about it." "If you don't mind, I think I'll stand. I don't think I should sit on this thing." Sarah turned sideways and patted her butt for the camera. "It might leak." "That bad, huh?" Sarah smiled sheepishly. "I'm all squishy," she said as she bit the tip of her thumb. "For someone who said she didn't want to be babied, that's an interesting choice of words." "I can't help it if I'm influenced by the story." "OK, if it's not about aliens and probing, what is it about?" "It's kind of like a fairy tale or fantasy story." "So wizards and magic and barbarians in fur loincloths... No, wait. Don't tell me: Not fur loincloths; diapers. Barbarians in diapers. Oh please tell me you you have barbarians in diapers." Sarah could just imagine a big, muscle-bound barbarian striding across a battlefield wearing a big, puffy diaper and began giggling. "Sort of like He-man? By the pampers of Greyskull!" That did it for Nikki and she burst out laughing too. "You know, they had a character named Fisto," Sarah said in-between gales of laughter, which cracked Nikki up even more, causing her to drop her phone and giving Sarah an excellent view of the ceiling of the hotel room. "Let's..." Sarah decided to go for gold. "Let's just hope he's not doing the alien probing." "Stop it, stop," Nikki wheezed breathlessly as she appeared on Sarah's screen again, her face flushed and her eyes shiny. Whenever they managed to catch their breath, Sarah only had to wiggle her eyebrows to make Nikki giggle again which in turn would make her laugh as well. Eventually, they calmed down. Sarah's stomach hurt, her cheeks were wet and she was leaning heavily on the back of the chair. "Oh god! I was this close," Nikki held up a hand to show with her fingers, "this close, from needing fresh undies." "You're telling me?" Sarah adjusted the slowly swelling diapers slightly. "These are so wet I'm not sure I didn't pee." "Good thing there's nobody in the room next door, or they would have called the police," Nikki said, still out of breath. "As your mistress, I order you not to do that again." "Aww!" Sarah pouted. "...at least not today." Sarah nodded and grinned. "OK Ma'am. So tomorrow then?" "Careful now. You know what happens to smart-arses." "They get tickles and belly-rubs until they promise not to do it again?" Sarah said in a voice so chipper that it would have made a care bear on ecstasy sound bummed out. "Not. Quite." "I guess you'll just have to surprise me then," Sarah said and smiled innocently at the camera. "Speaking of surprises, I have one for you. I went shopping yesterday and bought something I think you're going to like." "Oh, I'm getting a present?" "Kind of. I bought something for me, but I think you're going to like it too. Hang on, let me just get the phone set up here." Nikki fiddled a bit with something, her hand covering the lens for a little while. "OK, can you see now?" she asked when she let go. "Yeah?" Sarah said, not quite sure what she was supposed to be seeing. When Nikki entered the frame again, Sarah realised that she must have put the phone up against something so she could pose for the camera, which she did. "It's kind of dark. I can't really see you all that well," Sarah said. "Ahh, one sec." The screen became much brighter as Nikki turned on more lights in her room. When she reappeared on the screen, Sarah saw what she had talked about before. Nikki was wearing a pair of tight-fitting, black leather pants. "So, do you like them? I don't have some kind of corset or something to top it all off like you suggested; but it's a nice start, don't you think?" Sarah went non-verbal as Nikki gave her a closeup of her leather-clad butt. "Sweetie, you're drooling," Nikki joked. To her credit, Sarah had enough presence of mind not to wipe non-existent saliva from her chin. "So I take it you like them," Nikki said as she picked the phone back up again. "Uh-huh," was just about the only thing Sarah managed to say. "Now if you're a good little girl and behave yourself, I might send you a picture of me wearing them." "And nothing else?" Sarah asked mischievously. "We'll see. So, you were telling me about your story..." Sarah sighed as she recognised the voice she used to stop pupils from trying to derail a class. She really hated it when somebody used it on her. "Weeeelllll," she began. "It's sort of a cross between Beauty and the Beast and Rapunzel. There's this princess who's behaving really badly. She's being a real brat." "That certainly sounds familiar," Nikki interjected. "Anyway, her fairy godmother decides to teach her a lesson, so she magically whisks the princess away to a house deep in the woods where she is treated like a baby until she learns to behave more maturely." "Sounds kind of similar to Beauty and the Beast, yes." Sarah nodded. "Except the plan kind of backfires. Turns out that the princess likes some parts of what happens to her." "The diapers, I bet." "Kind of obvious, isn't it. Anyway, that's about as far as I've come. So I'm not quite sure what happens next. Does the fairy godmother come back to the palace with the princess? Does she keep wearing her diapers or does she just long for the time when she had to wear them?" "Well, does the princess like the godmother?" Nikki wanted to know. "Of course." "I mean like like her." "Oh." Sarah paused. "I don't know. She might." "So she could come with the princess back to the palace to, you know, 'keep an eye on her' and make sure she doesn't fall back into her old habits." "Yes." Sarah grabbed a pencil and her notepad. "She could put a spell on the princess so that whenever she misbehaves, she wets herself. And since she doesn't really mind that, that could get out of hand really quickly and-" "Whoa, slow down sweetie," Nikki interrupted. "Don't spoil the whole story for me. I want to read it when it's done. Sarah jotted down a few final words and put down the pencil. "So, when are you coming back?" "There's the dinner tonight and then tomorrow I have a couple of meetings and a lunch and then I'm off to the airport. I should be back in time for dinner. Does that sound good?" Sarah nodded. "But I wanna stay in. I want some quality mommynatrix time." Nikki laughed. "And if you're a good girl, maybe I'll read you a bedtime story." "That sounds wonderful Ma'am. I can't wait." "In that case, you'd better get cracking on the rest of that story. But first, I think we should both get changed. After all, I don't think I want to share these pants with the people at work. They're ours. And you should probably put on a fresh diaper so you can actually sit down and get back to work." "Do you really have to go to that dinner?" Sarah pouted theatrically and made extra big puppy eyes to the camera. "Sorry sweetie. I can't really get out of it. Now you go get changed and maybe there'll be a little surprise for you on the phone when you get back." Nikki kissed her finger and touched it to the screen somewhere just below the camera. "You too," Sarah said and did the same. Nikki hung up and Sarah stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then she put the notepad down on top of the keyboard before waddling out the kitchen door and heading for the bathroom.

Thank you. When I started, I decided I didn't want Tracy and Kat to just jump into bed the first chance they. Mostly because of their wildy different views of sex. For Kat, being a part-time dominatrix, sex is more of an everyday thing. Tracy, on the other hand, is practically a virgin (at least in real life). Also, I wanted to make her a character who was more interested in watching than taking part (which work out well with her job) Their second story will have them exploring their relationship further and I'll start posting that one in a month or two. If you're referring to Jamal's newspaper crosswords, I'm not going to confirm nor deny anything. But you can give yourself bonus points if you figured out the words he's looking for in the crossword puzzles. (There's no prize for getting them right though. 😁)

I guess it's time to finish this story; and it's a big finish. Just this part makes up a third of the entire story. Enjoy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Keeping secrets Part 11 (of 11) Tracy woke to the ungodly racket of the alarm of her phone. She opened her eyes to peer at the screensaver on her computer. The sun was shining in through the blinds, making stripes across the screen and keyboard. Digging the controller out from under her hip, Tracy realised she wasn't wearing her sweatpants, only a diaper. Where the hell did those come from? She sat up. The diapers looked like the ones Kat had given her. Did I get them from the car last night? Tracy reached down and gave the diapers a gentle squeeze. Well, at least they're dry. Just as Tracy thought that, she felt a warm rush as she uncontrollably wet herself. It was quickly followed by that warm afterglow just like before. The combined sensation made her gasp and... Tracy started awake. She had just enough time to realise she was peeing her pants before the wave of pleasure hit. She slid off the sofa and landed on the floor with a soggy thump. It took Tracy several precious seconds before she could muster the energy and willpower to even try to get up. When she did, she looked down at the wet sweatpants and the wet spot on the linoleum floor. She shut her eyes tightly. Pleaseletthisbeadream, pleaseletthisbeadream, pleaseletthisbeadream... But this time she didn't wake up. Tracy fumbled for the phone in the darkness and pushed the redial button while she made her way to the bathroom, trying not to make wet footprints on the floor. Once she was in the bathroom, she put the phone on speaker and laid it on the shelf next to the sink before stepping inside the shower to take off the wet clothes. "Yes?" Kat's voice sounded sleepy. "Your chip made me pee myself," Tracy hissed as she undid the drawstring to let the sweatpants fall off. "Uh, no." "What do you mean 'no'?" "I mean 'no. it didn't'. I've told you this three times now. It does not control any of your muscles. And before you ask, nor does it loosen any either. Whatever happened is all you." "Why would I do this?" Tracy peeled off her underwear and t-shirt and dropped them both in the shower too. "I don't know." "So are you telling me that I'm going to wet my bed all week?" "Tracy? Are you drunk?" The question caught Tracy a little off guard. "Maybe a little," she admitted after a long pause. Kat sighed. "OK, tell me what happened." "Well, I came home and I went to the bathroom and then I..., you know..." "Yeah, and you called me, but what happened after that?" "I had a couple of drinks-" "Just a couple?" "Maybe the couple brought some friends to the party," Tracy admitted. "Then I played some games and then I fell asleep. And I had this weird dream that I woke up and was wearing a diaper and then I wet it and then I woke up and I had wet my pants." "You're rambling." Kat pointed out matter-of factly. "But let me see if I got this straight: You got a little drunk, you fell asleep and you wet yourself. Is that about it?" "I guess." "And is it possible that you wet yourself because you were drunk and dreamed that you wet yourself?" "I guess," Tracy said once more. "And since you're still drunk, maybe you should take some precautions so you don't have to do even more laundry in the morning," Kat said, sounding very reasonable. "You mean...?" "Yes Tracy. Do you still have them?" "They're in the car somewhere," she admitted meekly. "Well that's good. I imagine they're more comfortable than using a towel." "I guess," Tracy said once more. "Now what I want you to do is to get cleaned up, then go get the diapers and put one on before going back to bed." "You're being really bossy," Tracy commented. "Tracy." Kat said in a stern tone. "Okay; mom." That got a little chuckle at the other end of the line. Tracy hung up and sighed. Leaving the wet clothes in the shower, she turned on the water and waited for it to get warm. She looked in the mirror. "So, why did you piss yourself?" she asked the naked Tracy staring back at her from the mirror. "Because I'm a freak and I like the way it feeeeeeeeels," she replied in a mocking, sing-song voice. Tracy sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she stepped into the shower. First she rinsed out the clothes and wrung them out before tossing them in the sink. Next she washed herself, taking longer than usual to make extra sure she was clean before turning off the water. After Tracy had dried herself, she stared at herself in the mirror again. She's not wrong, you know. Tracy sighed with annoyance and got dressed. Then she found an old rag and used it to clean up the small puddle of urine on the floor where she had landed. Luckily, the sweatpants had absorbed enough pee that the sofa hadn't been stained before she had slid off it. When Tracy entered the parking garage, Jamal looked up from his ever-present paper and nodded to her. "You okay? You don't look too great." "Oh I'm fine. I just woke up and remembered that I needed something from the car." "Now don't you go and get all over-worked," he said, suddenly sounding like a worried grandparent. "I won't. I promise," Tracy called as she jogged down the ramp. A minute later she was at the car. She found the green plastic bag under the passenger seat. Tracy grabbed one of the diapers and tucked it inside her jacket before locking the car and hurrying back. Tracy breathed a sigh of relief once she was inside her apartment with her door closed and locked behind her. Although the diaper was well hidden inside the jacket, she felt as if anybody she met would know about them. It felt like she was wearing a sign saying "Freak" in giant blinking letters. After tossing her jacket on the couch, Tracy headed for the bedroom. Feeling a weird combination of nervous and tired, she looked at the diaper in her hands. Oh go on. You know it's the sensible thing to do. And I want to get some sleeeeeeeeep. The siren call of the bed was just too overpowering. Tracy gave a resigned sigh and unfolded the diaper on the bed. Then she undressed, sat down on the diaper and laid back. Tracy realised that putting it on with your pants off was much easier. It also felt different somehow. Less weird. Maybe I'm getting used to it. Or maybe I'm just still a little drunk. Tracy yawned and burrowed down under the covers. ~~~ The alarm clock next to Tracy's bed woke her up. She squinted at the sunlight as she fumbled to hit the snooze button. Despite her finishing off more than half a bottle of vodka, there was only a hint of a hangover lurking in the back of her skull. Thank you Saint Vivian. She pulled the blanket up over her head, just wanting another ten minutes of sleep. Then Tracy remembered the diaper she was wearing. How the hell did I forget about it. A quick check revealed that at least it was still dry and Tracy breathed a sigh of relief. She kicked off the blanket and looked down. Her t-shirt had slid up so the diaper was on full display. She rested a hand on the white plastic and smiled. For some reason she didn't really feel in a rush to get it off. After all, it was dry. It didn't really feel all that different from her regular underwear. Except it was plastic-covered, bigger and thicker. Tracy gave the diaper a playful little squeeze. And noisier. How did I get used to it this quickly? After what felt like less than a minute, the alarm began blaring again. Tracy sighed and shut it off. She got up and shuffled to the bathroom. For a moment she toyed with the idea of leaving the diaper on, but she decided against it. She undid the tapes and pulled it off before rolling it into a tight bundle and putting it in a plastic bag. Next, Tracy got dressed and put the still damp sweatpants, underwear and t-shirt in a plastic bag and then put them in her laundry bag along with some other clothes that also needed washing. I guess I'm having breakfast at the laundromat. Half an hour later, Tracy was eating a vending machine sandwich while watching her clothes slosh around in a washing machine. The 24-hour laundromat was empty except for her. Tracy finished off the last bite of the sandwich and washed it down with some coffee. Looking at the clock on the wall, she found she still had about two hours until she had to be back in place by Mike's car. What to do, what to do, what to do. She ended up playing some mindless game on her phone. Her reflexes were nowhere near good enough to get a great score, but she still liked it. After losing to the same boss for the sixth time, and the game starting to nag her about micro-transactions to let her continue right away, Tracy closed the game. She quickly scanned the news headlines, then put away the phone. By that time, the clothes were mostly dry and it was almost time for her to leave. She stuffed the dry clothes back in the bag and walked out. When Tracy arrived at Mike's office, she made a point of parking in a different alley than the previous days. Then she pulled out her phone and called Mike, who picked up almost immediately. "OK, I'm in position", Tracy said. "Where are you?" "Still checking the car. Hang on..." There was a grunt of effort and then Mike was back. "Looks clean. I should be at the office in about twenty minutes or so. Tracy hung up and slipped between the seats to the back, pulling the curtains that separated the front from the back closed and turning on the screen. It showed an empty parking space. Tracy sat down in the beanbag and found a new book on her tablet. It took Mike almost half an hour to arrive, and when he did, he parked in the wrong spot, so Tracy had to call him again to get him to the right spot where the cameras were hidden. Then it was all a matter of settling back down with the book. The motion detectors on the cameras would alert her if anything came close to Mike's car. The next hours were just as uneventful as the previous days. The only times the alarms beeped was when people walked past Mike's car, but nobody stopped to sabotage it or plant anything. Tracy was almost halfway through her book when she felt she needed to pee. Three cups of coffee since breakfast had obviously been a mistake. Tracy gave a groan of annoyance as she got out of the beanbag and found the funnel and an empty bottle. She had her pants down and was squatting over the funnel when she realised something and stopped. I can't do this. If I pee, I'm going to have another big happy, and then I'll miss the funnel and pee all over the floor in here. Tracy knew she couldn't leave Mike's car to find a bathroom without either risking her cover or moving out of range of the cameras. She briefly considered using duct tape to keep the funnel in place, but dismissed the idea since she would have to pull the tape off afterwards and she wasn't in the mood for a redneck Brazilian. Come on Trace, you know what you have to do. The little voice in the back of her head sounded annoyingly reasonable, and Tracy's eyes were drawn to the front of the van; to what she knew lay somewhere under the passenger seat. Even so, it took another ten minutes before she threw in the towel and capitulated. Fumbling blindly under the passenger seat, she found the crinkly, green plastic bag and pulled it out. Looking at the diaper inside the bag, she began to have second thoughts. There is a third option. You could just remove the chip. Remove the chip and forfeit the bet. Tracy considered it, lightly running her finger over the plastic cover of the chip port behind her right ear. If she removed it, she would be admitting defeat and losing the bet with Kat. But putting on the diaper and using it on purpose would be a crossing of the Rubicon for her. If she did this, things would not be the same afterwards and there would be no going back. She would have had wet herself on purpose Tracy stared at the diaper she was holding, weighing her options. Did she really want to do this? A stab of pressure from her bladder answered that question for her. Making sure nobody could look inside the van, Tracy unfolded the diaper and put it on the beanbag. Next, she undid her pants and pulled them down along with her underwear and sat down on the diaper. As she sank into the beanbag, the diaper almost moulded itself around her, making it easy to tape it shut. Tracy looked down at her new underwear. It felt just like the one she had put on the night before: Like stiff tissue paper. It looked the same. It sounded the same. But at the same time, everything about this diaper was different. It was a white flag of surrender. She would be admitting defeat and saying that Kat had been right. And would that be so bad? Maybe she is right. Tracy lay back, her pants still around her ankles, and let go and... nothing. The diaper stayed dry and her bladder stayed frustratingly full. "Arrrgh! Really?!?" Tracy groaned with frustration. More than twenty years of using the bathroom made this a considerable hurdle. The next quarter of an hour were the most frustrating minutes Tracy could remember. She tried everything from thinking of rivers and dripping faucets to downing the last can of energy drinks from the cooler. When the dam finally broke, Tracy wasn't sure if the euphoria she felt was from the chip or just sheer relief. She knew that the warm, wet rush that spread down between her legs to pool under her butt should feel shameful or wrong, but she didn't really care. The lethargic afterglow left Tracy feeling like a warm puddle of goo, sitting in another puddle. She just didn't want to move and when the phone rang, it was a struggle just to find the energy to answer it. "Yeah?" It was Mike. "So, I have to meet a client at a bar called Pandora's Box. You want to head there now? I'll take a detour so you have time to get ready there." "Mm-hmm," Tracy answered airily. "Are you stoned? Or did I just interrupt something," Mike asked. The snarky tone in his voice quickly brought Tracy back down from cloud nine. She realised she had actually been stroking the swollen diaper. She immediately stopped, hoping the phone's microphone hadn't picked up the soft, crinkling sound What the hell? "No, no. I'm good," she answered. "Just give me a couple of minutes to get things stowed here." "OK, just let me know when you're ready. I'll text you the address." Tracy hung up. Her entire body still felt heavy, like she had been in a pool for hours and was just now getting out of the water, but she managed to slide out of the beanbag to kneel on the floor. Tracy was pleased to see that there had been no leaks. She undid the tapes and pulled the diaper off, rolling into a bundle before putting it into the green plastic bag. Using the last of the wipes, she cleaned herself before pulling her underwear and pants back up. Tracy opened the door of the van and tossed the bag with the diaper in one of the dumpsters outside before getting in behind the wheel. "OK Mike," she said when he answered the phone. "Nobody's set off the proximity alarms, so the car should be good to go. I'm headed to the bar as soon as you're in the car." "Sounds like a plan." "I'll let you know when I'm in place." Shortly after, Mike emerged from his office and approached his car. The proximity alarm beeped, and Tracy turned it off. Then, satisfied that Mike had things under control, she entered the address of the bar into the GPS, started the engine and slowly rolled out of the alley and onto the road. On the way to the bar, Tracy drove past a pharmacy and remembered that she was out of wipes. Among other things. She parked and jogged across the almost empty parking lot. Ten minutes later she re-emerged, carrying two large, plain bags and a third bag full of ice. Opening the side door of the van, Tracy tossed one of the bags inside before tipping the cooler, pouring out the mostly melted ice inside. After she refilled it with new ice, she put six cans of energy drinks inside along with a box full of the power bars she had sworn only last week to never eat again. The last couple of things in the bag, a new box of wipes, some crackers and a bottle of water, were all stashed between the seats. Then Tracy was off again. Twenty minutes later, Tracy stopped across the street from Pandora's Box. She double-checked the address, then called Mike. "Mike? You do know this is a strip club, and not a bar, right?" "They make a killer mojito, therefore it's a bar," Mike argued Tracy rolled her eyes. "Whatever," Tracy said as she rolled her eyes. She knew better than to argue against booze logic. "Anyway, I'm in place." "Great. I should be there in..." Mike paused for a moment, "...ten minutes." Then he hung up. "I guess I might as well make myself comfortable then," Tracy said to the empty car. She slid across to the passenger side and slid the seat back as far as it would go to give herself legroom. Then she sat back and relaxed. Looking at the entrance to the strip club, Tracy got a sneaking feeling that she was going to be watching the car for quite a while here. Mike's probably on a first name basis with at least three of the dancers in there. Tracy got up and slipped between the seats to the back of the van. There she found the other bag from the pharmacy. She reached inside to tear open the packaging and brought out a fresh diaper. It had felt awkward and embarrassing as hell to buy them, but she had kept telling herself it was only for a week. Tracy quickly unfolded the diaper and put it on, this time getting out of the beanbag and pulling her underwear and pants up instead of staying seated with her pants around her ankles. Tracy got back to the front seat and checked the GPS. It would still be another couple of minutes before Mike arrived. She settled in, finding a small camera and training it on the parking space that would give her the best possible angle to watch the car. When Mike was close enough, she called him to tell him where to park and then the waiting game started up again. There was too much movement around the car to use a motion sensor so Tracy had to actually watch the car herself instead of letting the cameras do the job and then warn her when something happened. That meant no books or games. Just old-fashioned waiting and watching. Watching and waiting. Tracy's hunch had been correct and more than two hours later, Mike was still inside. The water bottle was long gone and so were half the crackers. Tracy yawned and brushed some crumbs off her chest. Then she scooted further back in the seat and put her feet up on the dashboard. Despite almost having her knees in her face and having her butt on display, Tracy found this position quite comfortable. She would never sit like that if the van's windows weren't tinted, but as long as nobody could see her, she would sit however she wanted; even if that meant sitting like she was at a gynaecologist whose examination room was the size of a shopping cart. Tracy stared at Mike's car between her shoes, moving them to create an imaginary gunsight centred on the car in front of Mike's. Pew pew pew, Ka-boom! One less ugly Toyota in the world. She moved her feet to the right, training her imaginary death ray on the door to Pandora's Box. OK Mike, you have ten seconds to get out of there before I break down the door and vaporise the whole place; mojitos and all. The threat didn't work. Tracy returned her attention to Mike's car. It looked just like it had ten seconds ago, and twenty, and seven thousand. At least there's one way to make the wait more fun. Tracy shook her head. She was not going to wet herself just for fun. It was one thing to use the diapers when she absolutely had no other option; something else entirely to do it just for fun. She turned on the radio and switched to a random frequency hoping to distract herself. It was an oldies station and sixty-year-old music filled the car. ...Fill my glass high the time has come I'm going back to the place that I love yellow river Yellow river, yellow river is in my mind and in m... "Riiiiiight." Tracy switched to a different station. The final chords of a song rang out. "And that was 'Love Is All Around' by Wet Wet Wet," the DJ said. "Seriously?" Tracy reached for the button to switch stations again. ...a supersonic man out of you. Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball. Don't stop me now. If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call. Don't stop me now. 'Cause I'm having a good time. Don't stop me now. Yes, I'm havin' a good time. I don't want to stop at all... "Are you trying to tell me something?" Tracy asked the universe in general. She turned the radio off. The sudden silence felt almost artificial. You know, you are allowed to live a little. Nobody's going to know. Tracy began to wonder if she was going nuts. Arguing with yourself was rarely a good sign, especially if you had to admit the voices in your head made a good point. After all, it wasn't as if she liked the sensation of wetting herself. She just liked the way Kat's chip made her feel when she did. You're just getting yourself off, but without using your hands. Tracy looked at the clock on the dashboard and decided to give it five more minutes. The three hundred seconds crept by more slowly than molasses in January and Tracy grew more bored with every inaudible tick. Bored and restless. OK, I can control this. Just a little bit. Not enough to make me lose control. I need to stay focused. Tracy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to relax. Doing so while still watching Mike's car was proving tricky. She breathed in again, and out. In and out, in and out. Eventually, Tracy felt the pressure in her bladder increase ever so slightly. She slid a little forward in her seat, making the waistband of her pants press more tightly against her stomach. And then, finally, the tiniest of trickles; barely noticeable, but just enough to provoke a delightful itch. Tracy smiled and sighed. A couple of minutes later, she managed another little trickle and was rewarded with a new little tingle. The next half hour or so went by without Tracy even noticing it. She just sat there with her feet on the dashboard, a big smile on her face and a diaper that very slowly became wetter. It felt odd to admit it, even if it was only to herself, but the wet diaper didn't feel as gross as she had felt the first times she had one. Of course that was probably just because the chip was giving her a little tickle every time she added to it. After all, the way she was sitting, the wet diaper felt like a velvet hand cupping her crotch. Tracy was just about to try to reach the cooler behind the seat when her phone rang. She fumbled it out and managed to drop it on the floor. Tracy swore and slid her feet down from the dashboard to sit up straight. As she did, her diaper shifted, which was a new sensation for her. It felt a bit like sitting down on a gel-filled beanbag. As far as Tracy could tell, it didn't trigger the chip, but it was by no means unpleasant. Just different. Tracy bent down to pick up the phone and answer it. "Well you certainly took your time," Mike said. "Did I catch you at a bad time or something?" "Look who's talking. Did you have a good time with Candi?" "Candi doesn't work here. It's Krystal." Mike stopped, realising he had exposed his cunning deception. "Not that I talked to her today," he added quickly, trying to fix his mistake. "Of course you didn't." Tracy's voice was positively dripping with irony. "You've been busy talking to your client for three hours." "Look, is the car clean?" "Yeah. Nobody's stopped near it long enough to plant anything." "OK, I have a to go on a stakeout today, so I'll be in the car the rest of the day. You don't really have to watch it any more today." "OK, I'll head home then." "And if we don't see anything tomorrow, I'm calling the whole thing off and just paying for secure parking instead. "Works for me." Tracy faked a yawn. "So I'll see you tomorrow? Nine-ish?" "Sure," Tracy said and hung up. Only seconds later, Mike came out of the strip club and walked over to his car. After a quick check, he gave Tracy a thumbs up and got in. Tracy sighed with relief. While the yawn had been fake, she was feeling absolutely beat. Tracy opened the door. She wanted to stretch her legs a little before going home. As she swung her legs out, the wet diaper shifted again. Tracy decided that despite the knowledge that it was a urine-soaked diaper that was rubbing against her, it didn't feel disgusting. She'd even go so far as to call it 'interesting'. After having walked a couple of laps around the car, Tracy felt that she had worked most of the kinks out of her legs and back. She opened the side door of the van and stepped inside. Even if it didn't feel terrible, she didn't want to do the whole drive home in a wet diaper. Tracy pulled down her pants and stood bow-legged as she undid the tapes. The diaper almost fell off her, but she caught it at the last moment. After rolling it up and putting it in one of the bags from the pharmacy, Tracy cleaned herself as best as she could with the wipes. She would have to take a proper shower when she came home. ~~~ Thanks to five-car pile-up, it took Tracy more than an hour to get back home. She had originally planned on getting some Chinese takeaway, but by the time was nearing her neighbourhood, she was willing to settle for a microwave burrito. Tracy parked the van as always and brought all her gear, as well as the diapers she had bought, up to her office. She didn't need to charge any of her equipment, so she just put it all in its place next to the door. OK, shower first? Or food? Basic hygiene won out and Tracy headed for the bathroom. Once there, she quickly shed her clothes and sat down on the toilet. Emptying her bladder brought an expected rush of pleasure, although it felt weaker, more subdued somehow. It was certainly different from what she had experienced earlier. Tracy hated to admit it, but she was almost a little disappointed. The shower felt glorious. Rinsing off all that stake-out sweat made Tracy feel cleaner than she had been all week. Afterwards, dressed only in her favourite bathrobe, Tracy raided the tiny freezer in her fridge and found a frozen burrito. She removed the plastic and put it in the microwave to defrost. While she waited, Tracy slumped down on the sofa, stretching her legs. She debated whether she should get started on the final report for Mike, ultimately deciding against it. She doubted whoever booby-trapped his car would do it again as soon as the next day, but you never know. For the time being, she would just relax and wait for the burrito. Tracy woke up to a dark apartment and a wet spot on the right collar of her bathrobe. She rubbed her eyes and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. "Damn, why do I keep falling asleep on the sofa?" Tracy stretched her stiff neck. Then she remembered what had happened the previous night and her hand flew to her crotch. She gave a sigh of relief when she found that she was still dry. "Well, no point in taking any chances," Tracy said and got up. She pulled one of the diapers from the pack and was about to unfold it when she stopped. Hang on, the bathroom is right here. Why did I get a diaper instead? Tracy sighed again and tossed the diaper onto her bed before going to the kitchen. She checked on the burrito in the microwave. It might have been warm hours ago, but now it was just a soggy mess of congealed fat, cheese and whatever was pretending to be meat. She threw it out and went to brush her teeth. ~~~ When Tracy woke up, her bedroom was unusually quiet. She glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it would be more than half an hour before it would go off. Next she slid a hand down and checked her diaper. It was dry. Tracy smiled and carefully slid a hand inside it. It wasn't something she'd normally do in the morning, but then again, she didn't normally wake up this early. Tracy kicked off the blanket and slid her t-shirt up to fondle her breasts. She didn't even care if somebody could see her through the window simply by peeking through the blinds with a pair of binoculars while sitting on a really tall stepladder on top of the water tower on the roof of the building across the street. Tracy wasn't in any hurry, but eventually she began to approach an orgasm. She skirted the edge for a while, pulling her hand out and stroking through the diaper, using the padding to dampen her touch. Then at the last moment, she let go, flooding her diaper and triggering the chip. For a while afterwards, Tracy just lay there, catching her breath, her body glistening with sweat. She felt the diaper swell under her hand and gave it gentle, little squeezes. "Well, that was different," Tracy said to the empty room. She reached behind her ear to finger the plastic cover of the chip port. Just five more days of this. I might as well make the best of it. Tracy tried to give herself one last buzz before having to get up, but her bladder remained disappointingly empty; regardless of how many babbling brooks and dripping faucets she thought of. With a grunt of effort, she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The resulting squishing sensation brought a little smile to her face. She pulled off the t-shirt and waddled across the room to the bathroom, wearing only the diaper. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped to look at herself. What the hell is up with me. A week ago just walking around naked in here would have freaked me out. Now look at me. Tracy took off her diaper and put it in a trash bag. She caught a whiff of the smell from it, which reminded her that morning pee was a lot more concentrated than the afternoon variety. The smell might become a problem. Somehow I don't think an air freshener is going to be a practical solution. I'm going to have to figure out how to minimise it. She hopped in the shower, letting the chilly water wake her up as well as clean her. Getting out before the water reached that comfortable, relaxing temperature, Tracy quickly dried herself before going to prepare her supplies for another day of staking out Mike's car. She was about to open the fridge when she realised she was still naked and dashed back to the bathroom to wrap herself in her bathrobe. What the hell is going on? How could I not notice I was naked? I'm going to have to ask Kat if she put any more surprises in that chip. Tracy pulled out her phone and was about to call Kat when she realised it was still early and maybe she didn't have to wake her up. She could call later. Tracy grabbed a post-it note from her desk, wrote 'Are you dressed properly?' on it and stuck it to the inside of her front door. There. That should remind me before I make a complete fool of myself. Tracy had just finished packing her things into her backpack when she realised she was probably going to need a couple of diapers as well. Grabbing an old messenger bag, she stuffed three diapers and a towel inside and strapped it to her backpack. And now I literally have a diaper bag. Tracy checked the time and decided it was time to get dressed. She grabbed a clean t-shirt and socks and found her jeans. She was about to find some underwear when she had a thought. I could just put on a diaper. She considered it. It would save some time. And it wasn't like they'd be visible under her jeans. Also, they weren't uncomfortable. In fact, Tracy had to admit she liked the feeling of a little extra padding. She put some underwear in her diaper bag and grabbed one more diaper from the pack. After she had put on the diaper and her clothes, Tracy checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. There was no way you could tell she was wearing a diaper. She grabbed an apple and her gear and headed downstairs. Jamal was in his place as always. He looked up from his customary newspaper, a pencil stuck under his nose like an absurd moustache. He smiled at Tracy, making the pencil fall. "Well you're looking a lot better than yesterday," Jamal said as he picked up the pencil. "I feel a lot better too Jamal. The benefits of a good night's sleep you know." Jamal nodded in agreement. "Oh by the way, can you figure out this one? The clue is 'H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O'. Five letters, the fourth one is 'E'." Jamal showed Tracy the crossword. Tracy stared at it for a moment, but nothing came to mind. "Sorry," she said. "No idea." Jamal shrugged. "Oh well. I'll figure it out eventually." He put the pencil back under his nose and returned his focus to the crossword puzzle. Tracy loaded her gear into the car and headed out. She was in place near Mike's office a quarter to nine. She turned on the screen and connected to the cameras. The battery in one of them was down to thirty percent, so Tracy went to put in a fully charged one. When she had finished and was back in the car, she called Mike. "Good morning sir, this is your scheduled wake-up call. The time is get to work so your friend doesn't have to sit here and stare at an empty parking space." "Very funny Trace. And for your information, I'm already in the car. I should at the office in ten minutes or so." "Any client meetings today? Or stripper visits?" "Very funny. I have a meeting at one. In my office. But other than that my schedule is wide open. Why? Want to come over?" "Knowing what you've probably done in your office; not a chance." "Hey! Give me a little credit here. I don't mix business and pleasure." Tracy coughed. "Fine. I don't mix business and pleasure in the office." Tracy chuckled. "Anyway, the cameras are up and running and everything is looking good here." "OK. Won't be long." Mike hung up. Tracy slipped between the seats to the back of the van and settled down in the beanbag, studying the camera feeds. They were all showing Mike's empty parking space. She made sure the motion sensors were on and then found her tablet. She had some research that needed to be done. ~~~ Three hours later, Tracy decided it was time to wake up Kat. She dug out the phone and called her. It didn't take long for her to answer it. "Hey Tracy," she said cheerfully. Kat was either one of those people who woke up cheerful or she had been up a while. Tracy hoped for the latter. There was nothing worse than waking up to someone who farted sunshine and rainbows in the morning. Why am I even worried about what Kat's like to wake up to? Tracy shook her head a little to clear it. "Hey Kat. I didn't wake you, did I?" "Oh god no. Dieter started crushing cars hours ago." "You mean Diego?" "You can call him that, but I'm calling him by his real name. Anyway, what's up?" "I was just wondering about something about the chip." "Mm-hmm?" "Did you include any..." Tracy hesitated, "...extra features?" "Extra features?" "Anything to, I don't know, change my behaviour or something?" "What do you mean?" Kat sounded genuinely confused. "Never mind. It's stupid." "No seriously Tracy, what happened?" "It's just... This morning, I forgot to put on clothes after I showered. I was in the kitchen before I realised it." "And?" "I'm not like you. That's totally unlike me. And this morning, I didn't even keep my blanket on when I-" Tracy stopped. Kat chuckled on the other end. "Sounds like you're loosening up a little, that's all." "What do you mean?" "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but when I first met you you were more uptight than, than... Well, let's just say you were really uptight. Maybe you having a little fun is helping you take things a little easier." "You don't exactly sound sure about this." Tracy took a sip of water. "It's not like I'm a shrink or anything. I'm just making an educated guess here," Kat admitted "Uh-huh." "But was it horrible, Häschen?" Tracy was pretty sure she could hear a smile on Kat's voice. "Not exactly," Tracy admitted after a slight pause. "There you go then. You might as well enjoy it while it lasts." There was a loud crash, followed by Kat's rapid-fire German that Tracy couldn't understand. "Sorry about that," Kat said when she returned. "Uncle Dieter dropped a wreck by mistake. So what else is new? Still watching that car?" Tracy was about to answer when she felt a small, warm bloom in her crotch. She had wet herself a little without even thinking about it. She gasped as the chip kicked in, sending that now-familiar tingle down her spine to radiate out from that little, wet spot. That caused Tracy to let out another little squirt, leading to more tingles. It really was a vicious circle, if something as pleasant as this could be called vicious. "Did you just..." Kat asked in a tone that was usually reserved for revealing state secrets in spy movies. Tracy didn't answer. "You did, didn't you?" Tracy felt embarrassed that somebody had caught her wetting herself, and enjoying it. "Yes," she finally admitted in a whisper. "But... But... It's not l-" "Shh-shh-shh mein Häschen," Kat said soothingly. "It's all right. You can't help it if the chip is making you feel good." "You don't think it's weird and creepy?" Tracy almost felt like crying. "Tracy?" Kat switched again, now sounding like the most sensible person in the world. "You wetting your diapers doesn't even make it to my weirdest top ten list this month." "Really?" "Trust me. And besides, it's kind of my fault. After all, I made the chip," Kat pointed out. "And I've seen you do it already too, remember?" "You have?" "When you were online. I was sitting right next to you. Did you forget about that?" "Oh." "Anyway, I have to go stop Uncle Dieter from crushing the cars that haven't been stripped yet. He's not taking Jessie's accident so well." "Okay. Talk to you later." For a few seconds after Kat hung up, Tracy sat there listening to the dead line. She had not expected that. For a while, Tracy just sat there, not concerned about changing her wet diaper. Was it the chip that made it feel OK, or what Kat had said? Or maybe I'm just getting used to it. The beeping from one of the motion detectors brought Tracy out of her reverie. Somebody was standing next to Mike's car, leaning over the windscreen. Tracy called Mike. "Mike, I think we may have something. This guy has been doing something for ten-fifteen seconds now." "What does he look like?" "Medium build, kind of tall, dark hair, wearing a decent-looking, black suit. I'll shoot you a pic as soon as he turns around." Just then, the man turned around and walked out of view of the cameras. "Shit. He managed to keep his face off the cameras. I'll see if he shows up on the other cameras. You want to check the car?" "Yep. Be right there," Mike said and hung up. Tracy sat up, ignoring the squish as she did, and patched herself into the four other surveillance cameras she had managed to hack her way into these last couple of days. She couldn't see the man anywhere, but kept looking. The her phone rang. "False alarm," Mike said when she answered. "The guy was just putting out pamphlets for the..." Mike paused, "Second Reformed Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Las Vegas Conference of 2029. They really need to find a shorter name." "You sure? It could just be a decoy." "If it is, he did one hell of a job. There's one on almost every car in here." "OK, but make sure anyway." "Of course." Mike hung up and Tracy continued her search for the man. Twenty minutes later she found him. He had been caught on one of the cameras outside the parking garage six minutes earlier and this time she had his face. Tracy sent the picture to Mike, asking if he looked familiar. The only answer she got was a text message saying 'Nope.' Another couple of minutes passed before the face recognition software on Facebook managed to find more pictures of the man. "Mike? The guy's name is Jonathan Martin and he's a legitimate preacher. You haven't been messing around with any preachers' wives lately?" "Nope" "Or daughters?" "Seriously Trace. Anyway, the car's clean, and I have a meeting. If we don't have anything by the end of the day, I say we call it quits." "Fine by me," Tracy said. "I'll send you my bill." "Do I at least get the friends and family discount, he said hopefully. After all, I've sent some work your way." Tracy hated to admit it, but the clients Mike had referred to her had saved her business more than once. "Yeah, sure," she said with a sigh before hanging up. Tracy cut the feed from the hacked surveillance cameras and the screen was once again dominated by the multi-angle view of Mike's car. Next she got out of the beanbag. Running her hands over her butt, Tracy was relieved there were no leaks. She quickly dropped her pants and took off the diaper. After cleaning herself, Tracy had a moment where she thought about what to wear. Her underwear ended up staying in the diaper bag as she pulled out a fresh diaper and taped it in place. Tracy quickly slipped outside to throw the used diaper in the trash before settling back down in front of the screen. The next couple of hours went by with nothing really interesting happening. Tracy was bored. So terribly, utterly, mind-numbingly bored. Even the thought of a good book didn't appeal to her. The previous day, while watching Mike's car outside the strip club, at least there had been people to watch, but inside the parking garage there was nobody. So when Tracy began to feel that familiar pressure, she was actually relieved. At least that's one way to pass the time. Ten minutes later, Tracy was lying in the beanbag with her jeans around her ankles, playing with herself through her wet diaper. Her pee-tingles had just needed a little help from her fingers to bring her right up to the edge of an orgasm. She completely lost herself as she stroked and squeezed her way across the finish line. Afterwards, Tracy just lay back, reveling in the afterglow. She was amazed at how unprofessional she was becoming. Just a few days ago she would never have done something like this while on a job. It wouldn't impact this job since she had other systems keeping an eye on things, but Tracy hoped that she would be able to stay focused once she no longer had the chip. But if she was being honest, she wasn't a hundred percent sure she wouldn't miss it. Tracy was pulling her jeans up to cover a fresh diaper when her phone rang. It was Mike. She finished buttoning the pants before answering. "Anything?" he asked. "Not a thing. You know how we say that boring is good 'cause exciting is dangerous?" "Yeah?" "I think I could handle a little danger now." "Yeah, sorry about this being a waste of time. I'll make it up to you. I need someone to identify a whole bunch of people from just pictures. Feel up for it? I'll give you a quarter of what the client's paying me." Tracy thought about it. It would be easy money; more waiting than actual work since the computer would be doing most of the heavy lifting. "OK," she said. "But what about your car?" "Let's give it another couple of hours. If we don't have anything by six, I'll just move it to a secure parking garage for the time being." Tracy checked the time. Three hours. She could manage that. "In the meantime, do you mind sending me those pictures?" "Sure, just give me a little while." The mad bomber didn't show up that afternoon, and Tracy had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, she hated leaving a case unfinished. But on the other hand, she didn't have to deal with somebody who was crazy, and dangerous, enough to put a hand grenade in a car. After all, if you could get your hands on one hand grenade, getting half a dozen wouldn't be much harder. When Mike had said that it was a whole bunch of people he needed identified, he hadn't been kidding. He had photographed everybody who entered a cheap motel over the whole evening before. Well, nobody's ever going to accuse him of not being thorough. The three hours before giving up on their wait for the mad bomber gave Tracy time to figure out just two of the twenty-six people Mike had sent her pictures of. And one of those two had been the cleaning lady. By the time Mike officially ended the case, Tracy's bladder was filling up again. She made a mental note to have a better air conditioner put in the car. Having to drink this much to avoid dehydration in the hot interior of the car shouldn't be necessary. She considered having a little celebration to mark the end of the case, but decided against it. She could hold it until she got home. She rolled out of the alley and drove to the parking garage. There were no parking spots outside, so she prepaid for the shortest possible period and drove inside. It took her just under twenty minutes to take down the cameras she had used and stow them. Tracy stopped on the way home to grab some groceries. The next couple of days would be spent in the office instead of in the back of her van, so that meant more room, a more comfortable temperature and most importantly, access to proper food. Her stomach was beginning to protest the constant stream of power bars and energy drinks. When she walked out of the store, it dawned on Tracy that she was still wearing her diaper. Obviously nobody could tell through her jeans, but it still struck her as strange how quickly she had gotten used to wearing her diaper. Just a few days earlier, she would have been mortified at the mere thought of going somewhere public while wearing a diaper; even if it was a dry one. Tracy put the bags of groceries in the passenger-side footwell and continued on her way. Getting all her equipment out of the car and up to her office took two trips and by the time she dragged the suitcase through her front door, Tracy was sweating like a pig. She closed the door behind her and peeled off her t-shirt and sports bra before walking over to the air-conditioner. She just stood in front of it, hands against the wall, letting the marginally cooler air wash over her. Then she wet herself. The cool air and the sensation of the warm, wet diaper felt wonderful. It just felt... right. For a long while, Tracy just stood there, her brain just idling. Why did I just do that? The bathroom's right over there. All good things must come to an end, and eventually Tracy had to waddle off in search on clean clothes. She undid her jeans and pulled them down. Free from the constricting pants, the diapers sagged a little bit, but they felt less full. Tracy decided that changing them could wait a little. She pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a clean t-shirt and went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. Then she tended to the other chores, plugging her equipment in to charge and connecting her laptop to her home system. When she sat down at her desk, Tracy couldn't help giggling a little at the squish. She checked her news feed. Nothing big jumped out at her from the headlines, so she did a more thorough check, but still came up empty. Apparently nothing important had happened since she last checked, so after half an hour, Tracy went to take a shower. Then, with a fresh diaper and far less hair downstairs, Tracy went to bed. She watched a couple of episodes of her favorite series before nodding off. ~~~ Tracy woke up the next morning with her thumb in her mouth and a wet diaper, and she didn't even think twice about it. It was just a matter of taking a quick shower, some baby powder and a fresh diaper. It wasn't that she needed the diaper. After all, the bathroom was right there, but Tracy had to admit that she actually liked the way it felt. Tracy spent the next three days in front of her computer; sometimes diapered, sometimes not. In addition to the minimal work she had to do at the beginning of each search, she would read, catch up on news and binge-watch series. She would also masturbate more frequently than she had since she was seventeen. It was late afternoon and Tracy was down to five unidentified faces when her phone beeped. "Kat here. Ready for our date?" the message read. "Date? I think we need to talk" Tracy texted back. "OK. Coming up" was the immediate reply. She's here? Shitshitshitshitshit! Tracy looked around frantically. She jumped out of her chair and swept the empty bottles on her desk into the wastepaper basket before grabbing the takeout boxes and dumping them in the kitchen sink. She just had time to grab a t-shirt and pull it on before there was a knock on her door. Tracy ran to open it. Kat was wearing a black, leather motorcycle jacket and black jeans. For a moment, Tracy wondered how she could wear something like that in this heat. "Kat," she said. "I didn't expect you to drop by." "Well, the week is almost up and I'm pretty sure I'm winning the bet." Kat sat down on the sofa. "Oh really?" "Yes really." "And what makes you so sure?" "Oh, a couple of things." Kat leaned back. "First of all, I'm not going to ask if you're wearing a diaper right now because I can see it sticking up over your waistband." Tracy looked down and quickly adjusted her pants. "So why are you wearing them when the bathroom is right over there?" Kat held up her hands. "Wait, don't answer that. Come sit down." She patted the seat next to her. Tracy sat down. "So..." she began. "You like using them," Kat interrupted. "It's 'cause of the chip," Tracy protested. "Yeah, about that... There's a couple of things you should know. I guess I should start with the VR you were in. Imagine that the VR is a Skinner box and you're the rat in the box. The first time you wet yourself in the VR, you didn't do it for real. That was the system showing you what to do and then giving you the reward for doing it. The second time you wet yourself in the VR, you did do it for real, but again you got the reward; because you did what the system wanted you to do. Do you see where I'm going with this?" "It's like you said: Do what the system wants and you get a reward." Tracy felt a lot more comfortable talking about something in abstract terms like this. "Yes, so the chip works pretty much the same way, which we both know that you found out pretty quickly." Kat held up her hand, mimicking a phone. Tracy blushed. "So have you had a fun week?" Kat wiggled her eyebrows which only made Tracy blush more. Kat continued. "Obviously the chip didn't make you incontinent so you've been wetting yourself of your own accord. Unless you've only done it in your sleep. And since you're wearing diapers now, I'm guessing that's not the case." "Yeah," Tracy admitted quietly, looking down at her hands. Kat put a hand on her cheek and lifted her head. "It's OK Häschen. That was the point of the chip. It was meant to sort of give you permission, or maybe an excuse, to use diapers." "What do you mean 'excuse'? Whenever I wet myself, I had an orgasm," Tracy said defensively. "Really? Think back. When was the last time you came just from peeing? Without any... let's call it 'outside assistance'." Tracy almost said 'an hour ago', but stopped. She thought back. Peeing had always gotten her started, but an actual orgasm like the ones she had the first couple of times... "Five days ago," she finally said. Kat smiled. "The chip is a placebo, Häschen. The first couple of days it helped you associate peeing with pleasure, but after that it's been doing absolutely nothing." "But I keep getting... you know..." Tracy struggled to find the right words. "Horny?" Kat helped out. "Yeah. Whenever I pee." Kat smiled. "That's all you. The chip has nothing to do with it." Tracy looked at Kat. "But I'm not..." she began, but stopped as Kat put a finger to her lips. "I'll prove it," she said. "Stand up." Kat got to her feet and gave Tracy's arm a little pull. "OK, now take out the chip." Tracy reached behind her ear. She peeled off the plastic cover and ejected the chip. There wasn't the usual itching sensation that usually came from disconnecting. She held out the chip to Kat. "Nah, you can keep it as a souvenir," Kat said and smiled. Tracy put the chip on her desk and turned back to face Kat. Kat smiled sweetly at her. "Now, I want you wet your diaper." "What?!?" "You heard me." "I can't do that. Not in front of you," Tracy protested. "Why not? You've already done it twice. Once when you were in the VR-" "That doesn't count. That wasn't me; it was the VR." "No it wasn't. And once on the phone, or did you forget about that?" "No, but this is different," Tracy said. "I know. Come here." Kat held out her arms to Tracy. When she came close enough, Kat pulled her into an embrace for a moment before backing out of it. "Hang on, you're too tall for this." Kat walked back to the sofa, kicked off her shoes and stood on the edge of it. "OK, let's try now." Tracy walked over to Kat and got a second hug. Kat stroked her back and let her rest her head on her shoulder. "Now, just relax," Kat murmured soothingly. "I can't," Tracy mumbled into Kat's shoulder. "Shh-shh-shh. Just relax. Breathe in and breathe out. In, and out. Just don't worry about anything. I'm here for you. I'll take care of everything. Just breathe in, and out." Tracy leaned against Kat, inhaling the scent of leather with a hint of... smoke? Barbecue, maybe? Kat ran her fingers through her hair and just whispered quietly to her. It all felt very safe and relaxing. And that's when she felt it: That familiar little trickle into the waiting diaper. And right on cue, the chip kicked in, causing that wonderful tingling sensation to radiate out. No, not the chip. Is this really me? Am I this way? Tracy stiffened. "What's wrong Häschen?" "I..." Tracy began, but just buried her face in Kat's shoulder. "It's OK. I'm here." Kat just kept stroking Tracy's back and whispering reassuringly to her. "But I'm a freak," Tracy said, blinking back tears of shame. "I thought it was the chip, but it wasn't and now you know it and I... This is just too weird and gross" "I don't think you're weird or gross. Don't you remember what I told you? This doesn't even make it to this month's top ten list. And besides, you've done weirder things than this online, right? "Mm-hmm?" Tracy agreed hesitantly. "So what's the difference if you do something in VR or in real life? Except the cleanup afterwards, I mean." "It's still different." "You're no more freaky now than you were a week ago, or a month ago. You're just more aware of what you like. That only makes you a little different than a week ago. And to be honest, less boring." Tracy pulled away from Kat and looked at her. Her eyes shiny from almost crying. Kat leaned closer and kissed her cheek. Tracy wrapped her arms around Kat again and just held her close while Kat ran her fingers through her hair. For a while, they just stood there, then Tracy mumbled something. "What was that?" Kat asked Tracy turned her head. "I said 'what does Häschen mean'." "Häschen? It means 'little bunny'." "So I'm your little bunny?" "Mm-hmm. And does my little bunny need to change her diaper before going out on a date?" Tracy wrinkled her nose in her best rabbit impression. "Maybe," she said coyly. "Do you want to help me?" "Maybe."

Dreams & Reality Part 4 of 5 It was Saturday afternoon and Hemingway's white bull and Sarah were staring at each other; neither of them willing to back down. She had dozens of ideas, but they were all on the colourful post-it notes on the wall behind her kitchen table instead of on the computer screen. Sarah took another sip of water and swore inwardly. She had written six beginnings and then edited and tweaked them until every sentence was gone. Normally, she would have spent the weekend with Nikki, but those plans had been changed when one of Nikki's co-workers managed to break his leg. Nikki had been asked at the last minute to take his place representing her company at some kind of conference. The overtime pay she had been offered had just been too good to pass up. The two of them had agreed to give each other updates and over the last two days, Sarah's phone had been getting regular updates about boring meeting and even more boring customers. In return, Sarah had shared her progress, or rather lack thereof, with Nikki. Just before lunch, Sarah had thought that maybe a change of scenery might help. She had grabbed a notebook and pencil and gone out to eat. People-watching hadn't given her any good ideas and the lunch had been salty and spicy enough to make her thirsty for hours afterwards without really tasting all that great. When she returned to her apartment, Sarah had tried to distract herself by doing laundry, emptying the dishwasher and vacuuming the living room. Eventually, there were no more chores to do and no excuses not to get started on her story. Sarah leaned back and glared at the empty screen. Maybe I just need some motivation. Sarah got up and left the kitchen. When she returned, she had changed into her most baggy and comfortable sweat pants and a black tank top and around her neck was her collar. When she sat down in front of the computer again, she could hear the soft, crinkling sound of her thick diaper. Sarah pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie showing off her collared neck. She composed a quick caption and sent it to Nikki. Sarah: Trying to get into the right mindset for the story. She didn't have to wait long for a reply. Sarah barely had time to refill her water bottle before her phone made the familiar sound of an incoming message. Mommynatrix: Words still not cooperating? Sarah: Been working all day, but still nothing. :-| Mommynatrix: Sounds like u need a little help. ;-) Sarah: Yes please. Mommynatrix: Yes please what? Sarah: Yes please Ma'am. Mommynatrix: Better. U wearing your diapers 2 or just the collar? Sarah considered pulling down her pants to take a picture of the diapers and send it to Nikki, but decided against it since she didn't know who else could see Nikki's screen. Sarah: Just put on a thick one Ma'am. Mommynatrix: Good. Now, your mistress orders you to get started on your story. And no bathroom breaks before we skype. Sarah: Yes Ma'am. Sarah adjusted the added bulk between her legs and cracked her knuckles. Okay, let's get started.

Keeping secrets Part 10 (of 11) The next couple of days went by without Tracy hearing anything from Kat. Not that they weren't busy. It took her a day to finish the final report for Ms. Devereux. She removed any trace of her false identity from the files before copying all of them, except those from the second visit to the web site, to the case thumb drive. Then she called and set up a meeting. Ms. Devereux had taken the news about her husband not actually cheating on her, but rather running an online sex club for people who liked wearing diapers, and technically dealing semi-legal digital drugs, remarkably well. In fact, by the time she left, Tracy suspected that Ms. Devereux might just help run the business. She had also pointed out the questionable legality of some of the code the site was using while also emphasising the whole client confidentiality thing. After the meeting, Tracy checked her bank account and saw this had paid off as there was a generous bonus in addition to her fee and expenses. On day three, Tracy was just about to call Kat with an update when there was a knock on her door. "Come on in," she called. It was Mike. He looked every more nervous and jumpy than usual. "OK Mike, what did you do this time? Or should I say 'who did you do'?" "Very funny Trace. I'm in serious trouble. I need to borrow a couple of those little surveillance cameras of yours." "OK?" Tracy said cautiously. "Mind if I ask why?" "Somebody's trying to kill me. And I need to bug my own car." Mike walked over to the window and glanced outside. "Your own car?" "Yeah. They threatened to blow it up with me in it." "Don't you get threats like that almost every week?" "Sure, but this is the first time I've found a live grenade jammed between the driver's seat and the door." "Jesus Mike. You need to talk to the cops." "Don't you think I tried that? They didn't take me seriously." Mike sat down and sighed heavily. Yeah, introducing yourself as Mike Hunt doesn't really do wonders for your credibility. "So you want to borrow the cameras, why?" Tracy asked. "I need to find out who did it. I need proof. That's the only way the cops are going to take me seriously." Mike sighed again. "Especially after the Jennifer-incident." "Yeah, I guess banging the wife of a vice detective wasn't one of your best decisions." "It's not my fault she was trapped in a deeply unhappy marriage," Mike said defensively. "You met her for the first time at the airport-" "She liked to travel." "Coming home from her honeymoon." "Yeah," Mike conceded. "Maybe that was a little early." "You think?" Tracy smiled and shook her head. "So, about the cameras?" "Sure you can borrow them, but you know that you still need somebody to keep an eye on them. And let's be honest, you can't do that if you're acting as bait." "Yeah, about that..." Mike took of his sunglasses and turned his charm up to eleven. "I hate you." ~~~ Tracy put the tablet down on the passenger seat. She had just finished the last of her Raymond Chandler books. She had spent the last four days staring at Mike's car, reading and eating things that absolutely wasn't good for her. There had been no further attempts to booby-trap it and no new threats. Tracy was seriously debating whether she should just tell Mike that he was either going to have to go to the police with what he had, or just let it go and get on with his life. Tracy leaned back in the beanbag and looked at the screen on the wall of her van, showing Mike's car from three different angles. She was just about to call Mike to see if he wanted to end the surveillance when her phone beeped. Tracy picked up the phone. It was a message from Kat. "have some nfo. Mind if i pop by?" it asked. "I'm not in the office." Tracy sent back. She didn't have to wait long for an answer. "I know. I'm outside." "Huh?" Tracy said to no-one in particular. Next she almost jumped out of her own skin when there was a knock on the door of the van. Tracy switched to the camera showing the outside of her van and saw a smiling Kat giving the camera a quick wave before reaching for the door handle. She opened the door just enough for her to slip inside and quickly shut it behind her. "How...What...I mean, how did you find me?" "Oh come on. We sold you this van. It wasn't that hard to track the licence plate around town. And you parking in the same alley for more than three days in a row didn't exactly make it harder." "So why are you here? You said you had some info?" "Yeah," Kat said, drawing it out. "About the diaper site..." "So how did they do it?" "About that. I don't think they did." "What are you talking about? Of course they did." "I went over the readings with a fine-tooth comb. Several times. That's why it took so long." Kat sat down on the cooler. "And?" "And yes, they turned off the safety paralysis. But that's all they did. There were no signals that could conceivably control any muscles coming in from them. They didn't make you wet yourself. You did that all on your own." "Fuck no," Tracy exclaimed. "Why the hell would I do that?" "Obviously their scenario helped. That first time, when you come after wetting yourself, acts as sort of a trigger, making your brain associate peeing with pleasure, so when you do it for real, the second orgasm is basically just positive reinforcement. It's pretty much operant conditioning. The site works kind of like a Skinner box. You find out what gives you a reward, peeing, and then it rewards you when you do it." "Are you saying that that site was brainwashing me?" "Yes. And no." "What do you mean 'yes and no'?" Tracy snapped. "It's not so much brainwashing as it's reinforcing existing traits. At some level, you really wanted to wet yourself. If you hadn't, you wouldn't have done it in real life." "That's ridiculous. I don't want to... you know." "Wet yourself? You're allowed to say it you know. I can't tell you what the underlying thing is. Maybe you want to be cared for or completely surrender control over everything, even something as fundamental as bodily functions. I don't know for sure. Or maybe you just want to wear diapers because they remind you of a simpler time in your life. Who knows." "Sounds like you've been giving this a lot of thought." Tracy gave Kat an accusatory look. Kat shrugged. "Figuring out what people really want and then providing it, is kind of what I do for a living." "Riiiiiiiiight." "Look, I can prove it to you." Kat paused for a moment. "Well, maybe not 'prove', but I can show you." She held up a small blue chip. "What that?" Tracy asked. "It's a modified version of the code from the site. I scrubbed all the BTL-stuff from it so it's harmless, but I left the Skinner box function." "Are you saying that using that chip will make me... pee myself?" Kat sighed. "No. But it will reward you for doing so on your own. Now if that's not something you're into to begin with, it really shouldn't make that much of a difference for you, but if my guess is right, and I'm rarely wrong about these things, it might give you a new perspective on things." Kat leaned closer. "I'll make you a bet. You manage to keep the chip plugged in for a week and don't have a change of heart, I'll personally rebuild that antique remote control rig of yours and turn it into a state-of-the-art monster. Free of charge." "And if I lose, what do I have to do?" Tracy eyed Kat suspiciously. "A date," she said. "I thought you said I wasn't your type." "Two weeks ago, you weren't. Like I said, I'm not into vanilla. But I think you may have some hidden depths to you." "So, what kind of date are we talking about?" Tracy asked, still wary. "Relax, I'm talking about taking you out for dinner and a movie, not floggers and candle wax on the nipples. Just let me show you a good time." "One week?" "One week." Tracy thought about it. It was tempting. Having a top-of-the-line remote control rig would help her tremendously. And she could resist peeing her pants for a week. After all, she had managed it for more than twenty years. With two notable, recent exceptions. Tracy slowly reached out to take the chip. For a moment, both women held it. "Now, no cheating. You have to keep it plugged in for a week. So unless you have dual plugs, that means no plugging in other things." Kat let go of the chip. Tracy turned the small, blue chip over, examining it. Then she moved her hair out of the way to plug it in behind her right ear. "I'd put on some diapers first if I were you," Kat said. "Oh really," Tracy said disbelievingly. "Mm-hm." Tracy made sure the chip was facing the right way and slid it into the socket. There was a momentary itching sensation along her scalp and then... nothing. She cocked her head to the side. "Still dry." Tracy announced. "Weren't you paying attention? That's not how it works. Now remember: A whole week." "Yeah yeah," Tracy said and waved dismissively. "OK, but don't say I didn't warn you." Kat got up and opened the door. "If you have any questions, you know how to reach me." she said as she closed the door behind her, leaving Tracy alone in the van. Tracy rewound the recordings a couple of minutes to make sure nothing happened to the car while she had talked to Kat. Playing them at slightly higher speed, she caught up with the live feed in about ten minutes. Nobody had even come close to the car. Tracy picked up her phone and called Mike who picked up almost immediately. "Looks clear. Nobody's come close enough to plant anything all day. It's been four days, no five, since you found the grenade. Are you sure it wasn't a one-time thing?" "I don't know. Maybe we give it another couple of days. If we don't get anything by then, I'll just pay for secure parking instead." "Sounds good. I'll go home then." "You do that. See you tomorrow." Tracy hung up and got around to the driver's seat. She was going to get the remote control rig stowed away and take a shower. Then she was going to get some pizza and just watch a movie. Transformers 12, or the newest Star Trek movie, or something equally braindead. And with a little luck, she was going to fall asleep in the middle of it. Half an hour later, Tracy stumbled in through her front door, dragging the suitcase behind her. She plugged it in and left it to charge while she headed for the bathroom. She peeled off the clothes that felt almost sticky with sweat, leaving them in a pile on the floor for now. Knowing that the shower took a couple of minutes to get to the right temperature, she turned it on before sitting down on the toilet. That's when she got the biggest surprise of the day. As her bladder emptied, she felt her crotch begin to tingle. The sensation radiated out until her entire body felt enveloped in a warm and fuzzy feeling. Tracy managed to mutter "What the..." before she just had to close her eyes and slump forward, resting her elbows on her knees. The feeling was overwhelming, but not like the overpowering orgasm she had experienced in Dennis' VR. It was just a feeling of perfect contentment; a warm afterglow. Everything was just... perfect. Tracy lost track of how long it lasted, but by the time she was able to get back up, the shower was warm. Tracy ignored it and found her phone. She quickly punched in Kat's number and waited. "Yes?" "What the hell did you do?" Tracy asked, her voice still a little shaky, just like her knees. "Ah, so you've been to the bathroom?" Tracy could almost hear Kat's smile. "Yes, and what the hell was that?" "A Skinner box works better with positive reinforcement." "Are you saying that's going to happen every time I go to the bathroom?" "Just for the next week. And technically, it'll happen every time you pee, regardless of whether you're in the bathroom." "Very funny." "Are you regretting our little bet?" Kat asked smugly. Tracy just hung up. She turned off the shower and pulled on some underwear and sweatpants. A week of this? I need a drink. Tracy grabbed a glass, looked at the bottle of vodka and just put the glass away. The rest of the evening was spent drinking and getting progressively worse results on Tracy's favourite old-school shooter.

Dreams & Reality Part 3 of 5 "And then what happened? Did you get probed?" Nikki asked Sarah before biting down on a large piece of broccoli. They were sitting across from each other at a table in Nikki's favourite Chinese restaurant. Sarah blushed. "Not really," she said, busying herself with moving some of the vegetables around on her plate with her chopsticks. "OK, so what happened?" "I woke up," Sarah mumbled. "That's it?" Nikki reached across the table to spear another piece of broccoli from Sarah's plate with her fork. "Mm-hm." "Well that's disappointing," Nikki said around the vegetable. "Mmm yeah," Sarah said absent-mindedly. "Oh my god," Nikki suddenly exclaimed. "You wanted to get probed." "What?!? No!" Sarah looked around, hoping nobody had heard Nikki. "Yeah you totally wanted it." Nikki rubbed Sarah's shin with her foot. "Tell me the truth." "Okay. Maybe, just maybe I was a little disappointed that I woke up when I did. But that's all." "Are you suuuure?" Nikki dragged out the last word to almost two syllables. "Maybe I should invest in a silver catsuit and some green makeup." Sarah didn't say anything, but the blush that rose to her cheeks was enough of an answer for Nikki. "I'll put that down as a definite 'maybe'," Nikki said with a grin. "So that dream has had you distracted all day?" "No, not really." "What do you mean?" Sarah sighed and put down her chopsticks. "When I woke up, it was still really early; just before five. But I couldn't get any more sleep, so I've been dead tired all day. And then, to top it all off, Mr Ross decided to have one of his unbelievably pointless, two-hour meetings." "Sounds boring." Nikki glanced down at Sarah's plate and raised an eyebrow. Sarah just nodded and pushed the plate across the table where Nikki began devouring what was left on it. "I fell asleep," Sarah admitted. "During the meeting? Did he catch you?" "Yes and no." "What do you mean 'yes and no'?" "I mean he didn't catch me falling asleep, but I dreamt that he did." "Ooooo. Another dream? So what happened in that dream? More aliens? Oh, don't tell me: Mr Ross was an alien in a human-suit?" "No, no aliens." Sarah looked around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear. Then she leaned forward and whispered. "I had to go to his office and he scolded me for being disrespectful and breaking the rules by using red pens." "Sounds serious," Nikki said. Sarah stuck out her tongue at Nikki. "Then what?" Nikki leaned closer. "Then he called you so you could reprimand me because he was busy." "Mm-hm?" "And you told me to go to the school nurse." "I like where this is going." Nikki interrupted and grinned. "It turns out that you've left a bag of 'emergency supplies' with her." "I bet I can guess what's in the bag. So, did she make you strip down so she could diaper you, you naughty little girl?" Sarah gave an exasperated sigh. "No. But I had to call you once I had it. And you told me to put it on and wait for you outside." "That sounds reasonable. After all, I take my reprimanding duties very seriously." Nikki grinned and winked. "I sound really bossy in this dream. Don't tell me I was wearing that 'dominatrix outfit' you fantasised about when I finally showed up." "I woke up before you got there, but I almost had a real-life accident though. In the dream you had told me..." Sarah nervously looked around again before leaning even closer. "You told me I had to be wet by the time you arrived." "Oh," Nikki said, suddenly more serious. "And did you..." "Almost. The guy sitting next to me woke me up just in time." "I guess that was a good thing then." Sarah only nodded. Nikki sat back and stabbed the last bits of vegetables on the plate with her fork. She chewed thoughtfully. "You know," Nikki said after a little while. "That's actually not the worst idea in the world." "What isn't?" Nikki waited until Sarah swallowed the sip of water she had just taken "An emergency bag." "Are you kidding?!?" "Relax sweetie, I don't mean like in your dream." Nikki took Sarah's hands in hers and just held them. "But you have to admit that would be a sensible idea for you to have an emergency bag in your locker. So if you do have an accident, then..." The look on Sarah's face was enough to make Nikki stop. "...or maybe not." "It's not funny," Sarah said. "Look, I love being with you, but when our ...playtime, creeps into the rest of my life it kind of freaks me out." Nikki got up and slipped around the table to sit down next to Sarah. She put her arm around her and pulled her closer. "I understand sweetie. And I wasn't suggesting we stash diapers at work. I meant some extra underwear and a pair of pants. Just in case, you know..." She stroked Sarah's hair. Sarah just shrugged in reply. When she was confident Sarah wasn't going to burst into tears, Nikki moved back to her seat. She reached out and took Sarah's hands in hers again, just slowly stroking her knuckles with her thumb. "So, want to get some dessert?" Nikki asked after a couple of minutes, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Naah. I'm stuffed. Why do you think I let you finish off my plate too?" "I just thought my favourite little girl didn't want to finish her vegetables." That got a laugh from Sarah and seeing her back to her usual cheerful self, Nikki smiled. "I still can't believe you've eaten enough at this restaurant that the staff knows your name and you still don't know how to use chopsticks." Sarah glanced at the fork next to Nikki's plate. "Hey, don't judge. There's a lot of things I'm not good at." Sarah feigned shock. "Really?!? What else?" "Our... playtime," she admitted awkwardly. "I haven't really done it with anybody else before, so even if I have the theory down pat, you're my guinea pig. That's why I keep messing up." "What do you mean? How did you mess up?" "Other than almost making you cry just now? I keep breaking my own rules." Sarah made her best Bambi eyes. "Well, I think you're the bestest mommynatrix evah!" she said firmly, but with a slight lisp. Nikki chuckled. "And does my little sweetie need more weird and naughty dreams for her stories?" Sarah shook her head. "I think we can do without the kinky sandman for a while." "At least your alien abduction dream should give you some ideas. But just in case that adorable imagination of yours decides to go on another wild roller coaster ride, I think we should take precautions the next couple of nights. Just to be safe." "Really? Do I have to?" "Oh stop whining. You know I'm right, don't you?" Nikki said sternly. Sarah sighed. "Yes Ma'am." "Good, now that that's settled, let's get out of here."

Keeping secrets Part 9 (of 11) It was almost a quarter to six when Tracy returned to the scrap yard. She pulled the suitcase containing her remote control rig out and dragged it across the gravel to Kat's shack. "You're late." Kat was sitting in the same spot where Tracy had left her more than five hours earlier. "I'm sorry, oh great and powerful Mistress Katarina," Tracy said facetiously. "Is that really the way you want to do this?" Kat looked at Tracy, who didn't really know what to say. "I didn't think so," Kat said after a couple of silent seconds. "So, are you ready?" "Yeah, just give me a hand with this." Tracy lifted the suitcase up the two steps and tried to open the door with her butt. Kat helped her and Tracy walked backwards through the door. When she turned around, she got a bit of a surprise. The inside of the shack looked more like a stereotypical den. There was a pull-out sofa bed with a big crochet blanket in one corner, a small fridge in another. On the walls were some old posters of turn-of-the-century rock bands that Tracy had never heard of and a bass guitar. The sunlight filtering in through the curtains coloured everything a golden yellow. "OK. This was not what I was expecting," Tracy said. "Well, what did you expect? Chains and floggers?" "Actually, more like workbenches and soldering irons and circuit boards all over the place." Tracy parked her suitcase next to the sofa. "Sorry to disappoint." "Not at all. This is... nice." Tracy picked at one of the strings on the guitar. Kat started laughing. "What?!?" "Nothing," Kat said inbetween the giggles. "No seriously." "I was just imagining Jessie's face when I tell her you were fingering my G-string." Kat pointed at the guitar, giggling uncontrollably. "Jeez, what are you? Twelve?" Tracy tried to sound cool about the joke, but she could feel her cheeks burning. It took Kat a few more seconds to get her laughing under control and she still sniggered while booting up an antique-looking desktop computer. It was a boxy, institutional greyish-brown tower with lots of colourful stickers. Tracy had the distinct feeling that its interior components didn't match its dated exterior. "So, how do you want to do this?" Tracy asked while turning on her remote control rig. Kat pulled out the sofa bed. "We'll park you here," she patted the bed, "and then run the signal from your rig through my computer. That way, I can copy anything coming from the site." "OK." Tracy handed Kat a wire to connect the two computers. "I guess we should get started then." "Not quite." Kat tossed something to Tracy. "A diaper?" "Yeah. That's my bed you're lying on. You'd better believe I'm going to be taking precautions." "But a diaper?" Tracy held the diaper as though it was a dead rodent. "It's either that or strapping you to the toilet while you're logged in. Your choice." "Why do you even have these?" "Jessie got a couple of them at the hospital when they fixed up her legs." "Jessie's wearing these? I couldn't tell." "Oh she isn't. But waste not, want not." Kat grinned. "Now, are you going to get changed while I get things set up in here? Tracy hesitated and looked around. Kat stopped and looked at her. "What is it? Did you want help?" she asked innocently. "Um no, I just... where..." "The bathroom is up in the house if you don't want to change here." Tracy left Kat and went outside, tucking the diaper under her jacket, out of sight. Do I really want answers this badly? I'm twenty-six, not two. As bizarre as Kat's alternative solution was, it seemed a viable option. But on the other hand, there was just something fundamentally wrong about the thought of being strapped to a toilet with your pants around your ankles while being online. Tracy's thoughts were interrupted by Kat opening the door. "Oh good, you're still here. I just remembered something. We need this to be as close to the original visit as possible, so you probably shouldn't pee before putting on that diaper." "Yeah, about that. How, exactly, were you thinking of strapping me to the toilet." "You know, duct tape or rope around your chest and the water tank. Something like that." "That doesn't sound like you've thought this through properly." "Well, I never thought that'd be the option you'd go with. After all, you know how tiny that bathroom is. There's no way that Jessie won't find out if we do things that way. I mean, she has line of sight to that bathroom door and there's no way I can keep that door closed while I tie you up. And even if we did manage to close it, she'd probably be curious what you were doing in there for an hour." Tracy realised she hadn't thought about that. "Also," Kat continued, "You probably won't even need the diaper. Like I said: It's a precaution. I'm going to be monitoring the signal and blocking anything from reaching you anyway." Tracy thought about it. Kat had a point. But still, it was a diaper. Kat obviously sensed Tracy's reluctance. "If I thought it'd help, I'd offer to dress up myself. The complete Mistress Katarina outfit. But somehow I don't think that'd help." "Why do you want this so bad," Tracy asked, suddenly suspicious. You know what? I'll wear one if you wear one." "Don't think I won't," Kat said. "I really want a look at that code. If they've managed to remote control muscles, that could be worth some serious cash. So if wearing a diaper for an hour or two is what it takes, I'll do it." She grabbed the diaper from under Tracy's jacket and darted back inside. Tracy almost followed her in, but realised that if Kat was serious, she'd be undressing. A couple of minutes later she came back out again. "Are you..." Tracy didn't quite know how to end the question. Kat just lifted her t-shirt to show Tracy the white plastic peeking out above the waistband of her pants. She held out another diaper to Tracy. "Your turn." Tracy knew the argument was lost and took the diaper with a sigh. Once inside the shack, she unfolded the white plastic. The crinkling sound seemed to fill the room and Tracy cringed as he put the diaper down on the bed. She looked around one more time, making sure the curtains were drawn before unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her thighs. Her underwear was next and then, with her pants around her knees, she sat down on the diaper. The tissue-paper-like inside of the diaper felt stiff and strange, and when Tracy laid back, pulled the diaper up between her thighs and taped it in place, it didn't feel like it had in the VR. It somehow felt less real. Tracy pulled her underwear and jeans up and buttoned them. The diaper was obviously much thinner than the exaggerated one she had had in the VR, but the added bulk, however small, was unfamiliar and made it feel just as big. As Tracy walked across the room to the door, she found that walking in a real diaper felt nothing like the VR one. It felt like somebody had put several layers of thick, stiff cloth in her pants and she realised she was waddling slightly. Tracy adjusted herself and focused on keeping her legs together while walking; even if it made her feel like she was walking like a model on a catwalk. Opening the door, Tracy found Kat leaning against the wall next to it. "Ready?" she asked, her impatience obvious. Tracy sighed. "Yeah. Let's just get this over with," she said and stepped to the side, letting Kat in. Then she sat down on the bed and grabbed the thick, yellow cord, brushing some imaginary dust off the plug at the end of it. "Now remember, we need to make this as similar to last time as possible. So try to do the same things in the same order. That way, the readings we get should be easier to compare to the ones from last time." Kat taped several electrodes to Tracy's forehead, neck and chest. Then sat down in a chair and began typing on her laptop. "Everything?" Tracy asked. "Even... you know." "Well, that is what we're hoping to get readings from." "You don't sound too certain that this is going to work." Kat shrugged. "Nothing's ever one hundred percent. You ready?" "Almost." Tracy inserted the thumb drive with her fake identity and checked that Ivana had enough money on her debit card to cover another hour. Then she entered the address and plugged in the yellow interface wire. The itching sensation of an incoming signal began almost immediately, along with the growing heaviness of her limbs. "Are you recording?" Tracy asked Kat as she put the keyboard down on the bed. Kat gave a thumbs up and Tracy closed her eyes, falling down into the black nothingness. ~~~ The login went more quickly this time since Tracy, or rather Ivana, wasn't a new user. Tracy chose the "small"-option again, just like last time, but when she was faced with the choice between "Option 1" and "Option 2" she paused. She wondered what the difference was. It seemed likely that she would be in diapers either way, since she had chosen "small". Then it dawned on her: Number one and number two. Tracy quickly chose the first option. No way I'm risking that! A few moments later, Tracy found herself in a similar room as the first time. There was a giant bed and a night stand next to it, but the chair was different and instead of the wardrobe and a dressing table, there was a chest of drawers the size of a dump truck. "Okay, thlightly diffewent. Pwobably thome kind of wandomither." God that's annoying. Remembering her fall the last time, Tracy stood. The floor felt just as wobbly, but this time she was prepared for it. When she lost her balance, she sat down, feeling the impact travel up her spine to her skull, making her a little dizzy. Just like last time it made Tracy wet herself, and just like last time, she came. Shortly thereafter someone showed up to change her. Whoever this was, they didn't know their way around a diaper like the previous one, fiddling quite a bit with the tapes before they finished. But once Tracy was back in a dry diaper and was being held, she had the same overwhelming feeling of warmth and comfort. She eagerly accepted a pacifier and just snuggled closer, not wanting the feeling to stop. The feeling of euphoria was so overpowering that when she felt the urge to pee, Tracy barely stopped to think about it. She just let it go and rode what felt like a tsunami of pleasure. When her hour was up, Tracy was once again dumped out to the login screen. Unlike the last time, however, she had to stop herself from going back in. Focus Trace, Kat is waiting and... and you're on her bed, wearing a diaper. Tracy gave a deep sigh, or whatever the virtual equivalent of a sigh was, and disconnected. ~~~ When Tracy returned to the real world, she found Kat straddling her stomach and her arms and legs tied to... something. "What the fuck?!? Get off me!" Tracy exclaimed. Kat scrambled off, tumbling over the edge of the bed and landing heavily on the floor. Tracy yanked at the ropes holding her. "Let me loose. Right now!" "Okay, okay. Calm down." "Don't you fucking tell me to calm down. You tied me up, you freak. And how long did you sit there humping me?" Kat stopped. "Shut up," she said. "I only tied you up because you were twitching all over the place. And I was about to untie you when you came back." "Oh." "So, did you wet yourself again?" Kat asked matter-of-factly. The question surprised Tracy. For a moment, she had completely forgotten about the diaper she was wearing. The very wet diaper. She began squirming, wanting to get away from the damp mass resting between her thighs and under her butt. "Get me untied," she demanded. "I wanna get this thing off." "I'll take that as a 'yes'," Kat said. She leaned across Tracy to untie her right wrist, giving Tracy a faceful of boobs in the process. "Do you mind?" Tracy asked, her voice half muffled. "Sorry. Force of habit. The people I have tied up usually don't mind." Kat clambered over Tracy and knelt next to her instead. As soon as her hands were free and Kat proceeded to untie her legs, Tracy sat up. The squishing sensation as her weight shifted made Tracy cringe and she tried to lift her butt off the mattress. When her legs were free she almost crab-walked off the bed and waddled out the door. She half ran, half waddled and half stumbled her way to Jessie and Diego's house. As she entered the front office, she saw Jessie was still in the same place she had been earlier, but the paperwork had been replaced with a plate of something reddish-brown and steaming. Apparently Diego was cooking. Jessie looked up from the food when Tracy entered. "Don't ask," she said. "I just need to use the shower." "Uh, sure. You know where it is." Jessie leaned back to look out the window at Kat's shack. "Everything OK?" "Not sure. I just really need to use the shower." Tracy gritted her teeth and didn't waddle across the room in the same way drunks don't stumble when they try to pretend they're not drunk. Once inside the bathroom, Tracy made sure the door was locked. Then she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her pants and underwear. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, wearing only her t-shirt and the diaper, and had something of a flashback to the VR where she had been dressed the same way. For the briefest of moments, she wondered if this could all be part of the VR, but she concluded that there was no way the VR could have Kat's rather unique personality on file. Also, there was the fact that the wet diaper wasn't giving her an orgasm. It doesn't feel entirely horrible. It's just... It's a diaper and it's wet. Tracy reached down and touched the smooth plastic. While it was nowhere near as pleasurable as in the VR, it didn't feel bad. The swollen diaper almost felt like a hand, gently cupping her. Tracy almost undid the tapes, but then she stopped. She bent over and pulled off her socks and then the t-shirt. And then, just for a few moments, she looked at herself in the mirror. The nearly naked woman staring back at her didn't look all terrible. Once more, she ran her hand over the smooth plastic, marvelling at how... different it felt. Cut it out Trace. You're not a freak. Now get this thing off and get cleaned up. We need to figure this shit out. Tracy undid the tapes and held the diaper as it fell off her. She quickly bundled it up and put it in the sink. Then she took a shower, washing quite a bit more thoroughly than she usually did. After the shower, Tracy was getting dressed while trying to figure out how to get the bundled-up diaper out to the garbage without Jessie noticing it. When she couldn't find anything, Tracy carefully picked up the diaper and draped her jacket over it. In the front office, Jessie had been joined by Diego and they were having dinner. Tracy wasn't really a fan of Diego's cooking, but it smelled good. "Ah, there you are," Jessie said. "Are you feeling better?" "Uh, yeah? Why do you ask?" "You looked like you were trying to hide that you'd shit yourself when you came in here." Before Tracy had a chance to answer, Jessie continued. "Now, unless you're going commando under there, which really isn't your style, I'm guessing that's not really what was the problem." Tracy felt her cheeks burning. "I don't want to talk about it," she stammered before rushing out the door. Outside, she took a deep breath. Pollution had never smelled as good. Then she dropped the soiled diaper in the garbage before walking back to Kat's shack. "Okay, how did they do it?" Tracy asked as she came through the door. Kat was sitting by a small table, carefully studying the screen. "Don't know yet, but the answer is here. And I'm going to find it." "Any idea how long it'll take?" Tracy looked at the screen, but couldn't make heads or tails of the code on it. Kat shrugged. "Could be anything from five minutes to three days. Maybe even longer." "So what do I do in the meantime?" Tracy began pacing back and forth. "Well... For one, you really shouldn't visit that site again. Ever." "Why not? I mean, other than the obvious." "See these lines of code here?" Kat pointed at the screen. "It's more or less the same as what I use in BTL's." "Are you saying that site is actually addictive?" "Not really addictive, but it comes close. My guess is that it's borderline legal, but then again, so are a lot of dangerous drugs. Including some of mine, by the way." "Bummer." Tracy sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply. "You sound disappointed." "Can you imagine the bonus I could have ended up with if I had proof that my client's husband was a drug dealer? That's the sort of thing that gives divorce lawyers raging hard-ons." Kat chuckled. "Look, I'll let you know when I know something. In the meantime you might want to invest in some precautions. I mean, just in case..." "Yeah, that's not happening. It's not like I had any after-effects the last time." "Look, I'm just saying that this is your second exposure. If I were you, I'd rather be safe than sorry." Kat tossed a green plastic bag to Tracy who almost caught it. It landed on the floor and the two diapers inside slid out. Tracy picked them up like they were dead rats and put them back in the bag. "Those are last two that Jessie got. Just take them. Please. You might need them. And if it turns out you don't, then no harm done. I mean, it's not like you have to explain them to a boyfriend or anything." "What do you know about that?" Tracy asked indignantly. "Jessie talks," Kat said awkwardly. "She doesn't show it, but I think she worries about you." "Well, she should just learn to stay out of my business," Tracy said and stormed out. She was already in her car when she realised two things: She was still holding the bag with the diapers and her suitcase was still in Kat's shack. Tracy threw the bag into the passenger-side footwell with an exasperated groan and went back. When she came back in, Kat looked up. "Not a word," Tracy warned her before grabbing the suitcase and pulling it out the door and to her car.

Dreams & Reality Part 2 of 5 Sarah: Whatever you sent last night, tone it down. Mommynatrix: Too naughty? :-9 Sarah: Too weird. Waaaaay too weird. Mommynatrix: Now u rly have 2 tell. Speak; your Mistress commands it ;-) Sarah: Later. In a meeting. Sarah sneaked her phone back in her pocket and stifled a yawn. Her alien abduction dream hadn't exactly given her a good night's sleep. She had managed to hide her tiredness from her pupils, but once the headmaster, Mr Ross, announced that there would be a meeting to discuss new educational guidelines, Sarah knew she was done for. She had found a seat in the back row and had spent the last hour doodling things in the margin of her notebook while Mr Ross droned on and on about the use of this and that form and how to give proper feedback to helicopter parents. Sarah honestly tried to pay attention, but it was just so mind-numbingly boring. He just went on and on and on... Sarah jerked awake as her notebook and pencil fell to the floor. The noise interrupting whatever pointless point Mr Ross had tried to make. "Sorry about that," Sarah mumbled. She bent down and picked up the book. Her pencil had rolled off and was nowhere in sight. Sarah leaned back and tried to pay attention, but soon another yawn crept up on her. She hid it as best as she could behind her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry Miss Nilsen. Am I boring you?" Mr Ross asked sarcastically from the front of the room. Sarah cringed as everybody's attention was focused on her. "No," she said quietly. "I'm just really tired." "A word, please. In my office," he said coolly. Sarah felt everybody's eyes on her as she got up and left the room. She walked down the corridor to the headmaster's office and sat down outside it to wait. Every minute she sat there she felt less like an adult and more like a misbehaving pupil. Finally Mr Ross showed up. He opened the door and gestured for Sarah to step inside and take a seat. Sarah sat down in front of Mr Ross' desk while he took his time finding his seat, giving Sarah time to take in all the things that made any trip to his office annoying and an exercise in self-control. The self-congratulatory diplomas on the wall, some of which Sarah was sure had been awarded to Mr Ross for a fourth place in a golf tournament or something similar. The outdated books on child psychology and managerial techniques side by side with binders full of educational guidelines, and last, but not least, the big "Ross the Boss"-sign on his desk. "So Miss Nilsen, I've been meaning to talk to you for quite a while now. Lately I've noticed that you're in the habit of violating educational guidelines and our code of conduct." "What?!?" Sarah was suddenly very awake. "Your blatant use of red pens, for one thing." Mr Ross typed something on his computer. "You're kidding," Sarah said incredulously. "You have an issue with my choice of pens?" "And, quite frankly, this..." Mr Ross gestured towards her. "We have a hierarchy for a reason and your childish displays of disrespect towards me are not helpful." "What are you talking about?" "Did you really think I wouldn't notice your childish little display back there? Remember, I am a trained observer." Mr Ross studied his screen for a moment, picked up the phone and dialled a number. "But luckily for you, I have to get back to that meeting so I'll let someone else deal with that insubordinate streak of yours." Sarah tried to get a look at what was on Mr Ross' computer. The barely audible beeping from the phone stopped as whoever Mr Ross was calling answered. "Yes, is this Miss Ellis?" What?!? He called Nikki? How did he know...? Just then Sarah caught a glimpse of the screen. It was her personnel file. Of course, I put her down as my emergency contact. "This is Mr Ross. I'm the headmas- Yes, good. Well, the reason I'm calling is that Miss Nilsen has been in violation of both our code of conduct and some rather important educational guidelines." He paused for a moment. "Well, normally I would have to reprimand her, but I really don't have the time now. We're in the middle of a review of some new guidelines and procedures and you know what happens if you leave people alone for too long. They start to get ideas of their own," Mr Ross said in that infuriatingly smarmy tone that bosses use when speaking to other bosses. "So I can rely on you to make her see the importance of following the established rules? Excellent... Mm-hmm... Certainly. It was a pleasure talking to you." Mr. Ross handed Sarah the receiver. "She wanted a word with you. Close the door when you leave. I have to get back to the meeting." He locked the computer and got up. "Yes?" Sarah said cautiously into the phone as Mr Ross closed the door behind him. "So, you've been misbehaving?" "I was dead tired and yawned at a meeting. It's not like I was waving around a banner or something." "Still, rules are there for a reason," Nikki said sternly, but Sarah could almost hear her grin. "Yes Ma'am. I was a bad girl." she said, faking contrition. "Then it's a good thing that I anticipated how your rebellious streak would get you into trouble." "Yes Ma'am." Sarah's mind was working overtime, spinning scenario after scenario about what might happen when she got home. "Should I go home and wait for you so you can show me the error of my ways?" "You're getting ahead of yourself, little one." Sarah felt slight chill down her back at the new nickname. Where have I heard that before? "Wh-what do you mean?" Sarah said when her brain caught up with the rest of her. "It's obvious you're unable to handle adult responsibilities. But like I said, it's not exactly unexpected. I want you to go to the school nurse's office. I've left a bag with her. I want you to get the bag and then call me before opening it. Is that understood?" Sarah nodded, then remembered that she was on the phone. "Yes Ma'am." As soon as she said it, Nikki hung up. Sarah put the receiver back on the phone and got up. Her stomach was doing a mambo of worry and nervous anticipation. Her mind was a mosh pit of questions. What's in the bag? What did Nikki tell the nurse? Why did she call me 'little one'? Where have I heard that bef- That's when it struck her. The giant alien in her dream. That's who had called her 'little one'. Sarah still couldn't figure out why Nikki had called her that though and and the walk down the stairs to the school nurse's office was nowhere near long enough to find an answer. Sarah knocked and heard a muted "Come in" through the thick wood. Opening the door, she found the nurse Roberts at her desk, buried in some paperwork. She looked up and when she saw that it wasn't a pupil, she pushed her chair away from the desk. "Okay," she said with a heavy sigh. "Who is it this time and what did he do?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "Look, I've had four boys who stabbed their hands quite badly with pencils while playing five finger fillet, three hypochondriacs convinced they had caught Ebola and one kid, I kid you not, who showed up to class drunk. And that's just this week." "Whoa!" Sarah raised her hands. "Relax. No kids this time. I promise." Mrs Roberts sighed heavily. "OK then, so why are you here?" "I was told you had a bag for me?" Sarah said cautiously. "Ah yes. Your girlfriend came by with it a couple of weeks ago. Lovely young woman. We had a wonderful talk." Oh crap! Sarah felt her pulse race. "Really? About what?" Sarah tried to sound nonchalant, but obviously failed. "Oh honey, have a seat before you pass out." She gestured towards one of the chairs next to her desk. "I know you're not ... out about your preferences here at work, but you don't have to be a rocket scientist to see that she loves you. And don't worry, I haven't told anyone." Sarah wasn't quite sure she heard the nurse correctly. Her pulse was pounding in her ears. "If- If Ross finds out..." Mrs Roberts gave a quick bark of a laugh. "Fat chance! That guy is so clueless and wrapped up in himself that the two of you could be making out on his desk and he still wouldn't figure it out." "Anyway, the bag?" "Oh yes. Hang on." Mrs Roberts got up and opened a large metal cabinet. She pulled out a small, black gym bag and handed it to Sarah. "What's in it?" "I have no idea. Your girlfriend asked me not to look and I figure that whatever emergency it's for, you'll tell me if you need to." Sarah nodded. "Well, I'd better leave you to... this." Sarah gestured towards the stack of paper on Mrs Robert's desk. "Thanks, I suppose." She picked up her pen and clicked it a couple of times. "You have a good day now." Sarah left the office and put the bag on a windowsill while she dug out her phone and called Nikki. "OK, I have the bag," Sarah said when Nikki answered. "Good. And did you open it?" "No. Should I do it now?" "That depends. Are you alone?" Sarah looked up and down the corridor. The pupils were long gone and none of the teachers would have any business here. She saw a couple of them outside the window, headed for their cars. The meeting must have ended already. "Yep. All alone." "OK, now don't say anything; just listen. I want you to open the bag and look inside." Sarah opened the zipper and looked in the bag. There was a pair of jeans, a towel and... Sarah's heart jumped when her fingers brushed the all too familiar surface of a diaper. "Are you crazy?" Sarah hissed into the phone. "You left a d-" "Shush," Nikki said and somehow, that was enough to stop Sarah. "I said no talking. Do you understand?" Sarah swallowed. "Yes Ma'am," she whispered. "What you're going to do, is you're going to find someplace nice and private; like the staff bathroom or something. And then you're going to put on your diaper. You're going to put your panties in the bag. Use the jeans in the bag if you can't hide your diaper with what you're wearing. Then you're going to go outside and wait for me. I should be there in about twenty minutes to pick you up. Is that understood?" Sarah's mouth was dry, her tongue felt like leather. "Yes Ma'am," she managed to whisper. "Oh, and I expect that diaper to be wet by the time I show up," Nikki added right before hanging up. Sarah just stared at her phone. Nikki expected her to put on a diaper here; at work? And wet it? She opened the messaging app and typed in her safe word, "Mongolia". There was just no way she'd do that. Or could she? Her finger hovered over the 'send' button. Everybody else had either left already or were on their way out the door. And she could put it on in the staff bathroom like Nikki had suggested. Sarah thought back to the first time Nikki had made her wear a diaper outside her apartment. How nerve-wracking and terrifying it had been. Looking back, though, Sarah had to admit that there had also been a little excitement too. I'll check the staff bathroom. If it's empty, I'll do it and if it's not I'll just send the text to Nikki. Sarah headed for the stairs leading up to the teachers' lounge, not entirely sure if she hoped the bathroom would be empty or not. When she entered the tiled room, it was silent except for the low hum of the ventilation system. Sarah held her breath and listened, but couldn't hear anything. Walking past the door to the first toilet, she saw it was unlocked; so was the second. She dug out her phone again and stared at the screen. One word. That was the deal. All she had to do was to say that one word and Nikki would back down. And she wanted to say, or rather send, it. But at the same time, part of her didn't. It wanted that secret thrill of walking through the corridors where she worked while hiding a diaper. Sarah pushed an empty waste basket in front of the door to act as an alarm before slipping inside one of the small rooms. She put the bag on top of the toilet and thanked her lucky stars that she had decided to wear a long skirt and not pants. Hiking up her skirt and slipping off her underwear was easy enough, but putting on the diaper while standing proved more problematic. Finally she was satisfied with the results. It didn't fit quite as well as she would have preferred, but it was good enough. As Sarah lowered her skirt, she realised that the fabric made more noise than she was happy with. She awkwardly unlaced one sneaker and pulled the jeans up that leg before retying the sneaker. Then she repeated the procedure with her other leg and finally buttoned the jeans before taking off the skirt. When Sarah saw that she had used almost fifteen minutes, she carelessly stuffed the skirt into the bag before zipping it closed and leaving. She quickly washed her hands before grabbing her jacket and backpack from the locker room and hurrying out of the building. The fence next to the gate was the perfect height for leaning on, so that's what Sarah did while she waited for Nikki. Nurse Roberts walked past her while she waited. She looked at Sarah, obviously noticing her wardrobe change, but only smiled before leaving. And now for the hard part. Sarah wasn't sure if she could wet herself like this. And it wasn't just that she was out in public. She had managed that a couple of times now. But it was doing it standing up. It always felt strange to her. Squatting was a piece of cake; and she could usually do it while sitting or lying down if her bladder was full enough, but not while standing up. Just relax. You can do this. Dripping faucets, the sound of rain outside the window, rivers. Sarah was right on the verge when... Sarah jerked awake as the teacher sitting next to her nudged her with his elbow. She tightened every muscle she had and barely managed to stop the leak before it happened. "Dude," said the teacher who had nudged her. He was wearing the track suit that told everybody that he taught P.E. "I know that Il Presidente is boring, but if you snore he's going to notice you and if he does, he's going to notice me." He nodded towards his phone in his lap where he was playing some kind of match three game. Sarah took a deep breath. That was too close. I can't let that happen again. With the adrenaline of the near-accident buzzing in her brain, Sarah vowed to stay awake for the rest of the meeting.

Keeping secrets Part 8 (of 11) It was around lunch time when Tracy arrived at Jessie and Diego's salvage yard. She would have been there sooner, but it had taken a while to find the organic, free-range, vegan, weirdo-nudist-hippie-commune-approved lunch she was planning on bribing Kat with. As she got out of the van, she could hear clanging of hammers on metal punctuated by loud German swearing. Following the sound, she found Diego furiously demolishing a car using only a sledgehammer and foul language. Tracy decided to leave him be and quietly backed away. She went to the front office and quickly realised why Diego was upset. Sitting by the desk with both her legs in casts, balancing the paperwork on a tray on her lap, was Jessie. "Oh my god Jessie. What happened?" Tracy rushed over. "Oh, just a little mechanical failure." Jessie waved her hands dismissively. "It doesn't look that little to me," Tracy said, putting the box of food on the desk and grabbing a chair. "It's embarrassing, really. I had a flat on the way back from the race, and I kind of lost control a little." Jessie smiled sheepishly. "They're just hairlines. I'll be fine in a month or two. And besides, it'll give me time to focus on our movies." "Please don't tell me you're going to make any new ones while you're still in those." Tracy pointed at the casts. "Maybe, maybe not. They are a giant hassle though. You'd be surprised at how many things become harder to do like this." "I bet. But shouldn't you still be in a hospital?" "Nah. I got out of there as soon as I could. You know I can't stand those places. They're full of sick people." Jessie picked up a marker and tossed it to Tracy. "So, wanna sign it?" "Yeah, sure." Tracy scrawled her name on Jessie's left shin, noticing that there were already more than a dozen names on the casts as well as a drawing of a green car. "Is Kat around? I need to talk to her." "She's in the shack, I think. I haven't seen her today." "OK. Talk to you later?" Tracy stood and picked up the lunch. "I'm not going anywhere," Jessie replied. "At least not very quickly." Tracy crossed the yard and knocked on the door of Kat's shack. "It's Tracy. Are you decent in there?" "Huh? Uh, yeah, I mean no. Gimme a minute, will you?" came Kat's reply through the door. There was the sound of things being moved around as if Kat was frantically looking for something. "Do you need a hand or something?" "No, no. I'm fine. Just a sec… Ah, there it is." The sounds stopped and Tracy thought she could hear some loud whispers inside. Then the door opened and Kat came out wearing an oversized, green and white tracksuit. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Tracy asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Kinda, but not really. Let's talk out here." Kat gestured to some old patio furniture. "I brought lunch," Tracy said, trying to steer the conversation away from whoever was inside the shack. She held out the box. "Great! I'm starving." Kat grabbed the box and began eating. "So what was it you wanted to talk about?" Before Tracy had a chance to answer, Kat interrupted her. "Hang on. This needs something." She put down the food and got up. "Be right back." When Kat returned, she dropped a handful of questionable-looking sausage pieces on top of the salad and slathered it all with barbecue sauce. "Ahh, perfect," she said with her mouth full. "So, Dieter said you had a problem?" "Dieter?" "Yes, Uncle Dieter." "I thought his name was Diego," Tracy said. "Oh, he wishes. He thinks that name 'better reflects his passionate, Latin nature'." Kat made air-quotes. "You know he dyes his hair too, right?" "Huh?" Tracy was getting a lot of new information about somebody she thought she knew. "Oh yeah. He's just as blonde as me." Tracy chuckled, making mental notes about all the new things she could tease Diego about. "You want some of this?" Kat held out the salad to Tracy. "Nah. I'm not really a fan of barbecue sauce." For a few moments, they just sat there in silence; Kat shovelling food into her mouth. Then Tracy spoke again. "I thought you were one of those 'farm-fresh, organic, not tested on animals, PETA-approved' vegetarians. If I'd have known about this," she pointed at the sausage salad, "I would have brought a couple of pulled pork sandwiches instead." Kat laughed. "Next time, Tracy, next time. So, what was it you needed to talk to me about?" "I had some questions about the hardwired bits of VR-rigs. A friend of mine said that they were pretty similar to BTL's." "Parts of them are," Kat said cautiously. "You're going to have to be a little more specific." "You know the safety paralysis, right?" "Yesss?" "Is it possible to override it without changing the wiring of the computer you use to access the VR?" "I suppose, but why would you want to? There's no benefit to flailing about uncontrollably." "But what if you only wanted to override parts of it. Just make the body do a specific thing." Kat put down the food and stroked her chin. "Maybe," she finally admitted. "It would depend on what you're trying to do. Complex stuff would be probably be impossible. So no remote-controlled, wireheaded assassins; despite what they show in movies. But getting muscles to twitch or tighten or relax might be doable. It'd take ages to figure out the coding, but I suppose it's possible." "How specific could this control be?" Tracy leaned forward. "I don't know. Now what's this all about? Because I don't think you're planning on making an exercise VR where people actually use their muscles. Although that would be a good business idea." "OK, I have this case where I'm watching a guy because his wife thinks he's cheating on her." "Well, was he?" "I guess that depends on your definition of cheating. I tracked him to this website-" "Let me guess: A fuck-VR," Kat said and rolled her eyes. "People are so predictable." "Not quite. When I enter the site, I'm in this giant bedroom and I'm baby-sized. Complete with a diaper and everything." "That's cute," Kat said and chuckled. "Yeah, well, they had simulated a whole bunch of details like a messed-up balance to make it hard to walk, and you have trouble talking, and..." Tracy paused. "And incontinence?" Tracy blushed. "Yeah," she admitted. "And let me guess: That doing that felt so good it triggered an orgasm?" "Yeah," Tracy said again. "That doesn't sound so weird. I mean, it's kind of a niche market, but still." Kat speared a piece of sausage with her fork and ate it. "That's not the weird part. Believe me, I've seen weirder VR's." "What then?" "When I logged off, I had..." Tracy paused uncomfortably. "You know... Done it. For real." It took a few seconds before Kat understood what Tracy meant. "Oh," she said. "And you're wondering if it was the VR that made you do it," Kat said; more a statement of fact than a question. "Or if you did it yourself." "I kind of need to know what happened," Tracy admitted. Just then, the door of Kat's shack opened. A woman who could have been Tracy's sister came out. She had the same tall and gangly build, the same short, brown hair, and Tracy was pretty sure she had the same outfit at home. She knelt next to Kat's chair and kissed her hand. "Thank you for a wonderful night, Mistress Katarina," she said before getting back up and half-jogging away. Kat noticed Tracy's stare. "What?" "I... Mistress Katarina?" "Barbecue wasn't the only reason why I was kicked out of the commune." Kat smiled smugly. "I thought you said I wasn't your type," Tracy said. "But she looked just like me." "Tracy, are you jealous?" "No!" Tracy's voice jumped an octave. "I just... I mean... She looked just like me, and apparently she was your type." "Tracy," Kat said calmly. "You're not my type because you're so vanilla that I wouldn't be surprised if you wore a swimsuit in the shower." "Hey, I've done some seriously weird shit," Tracy protested, feeling oddly defensive. "In VR's, sure. But what's the wildest thing you've done in real life?" "I..." Tracy stopped. Then she sighed. "And that is why you're not my type." Tracy didn't want to admit that Kat was right, but she wasn't wrong. She hadn't even felt comfortable walking around naked in her own apartment with the blinds closed. "And now you're feeling guilty because it felt good when you peed." Again, more of a statement than a question. "No. And I didn't say I liked it," Tracy protested. "Oh please. Of course you liked it. It was a sex-VR. It's designed to make you feel good. That's the whole point." Kat just looked at Tracy, waiting. Tracy deflated. "OK, maybe," she finally admitted. "But I just need to know how the VR made me do it for real," she added quickly. "Sure, sure. It sounds like an interesting puzzle and I'm bored anyway, so why not. Do you have the log files?" Tracy fumbled through her pockets and pulled out a thumb drive that she handed to Kat, who inserted it into her laptop. Kat whistled. "Quick question: When you were on this site, did you have any other uncontrolled movements? Arms or legs, stuff like that?" "I don't know. I mean, when I logged out, I still had my keyboard where I left it and I didn't have any bruises or anything, so I don't think so." Kat nodded. Then she looked at the screen and rubbed her chin. "You're missing some files here," she said after scrolling through the contents of the thumb drive. "I am?" Tracy walked around Kat to get a look at the screen. "Well, those are all my programs captured." Kat looked up at her. "But were you looking for this kind of info to begin with?" "No. Financial data." "Well that explains it. Anyway, the best way for me to get those files is to look at them live." "Live? Do you mean...?" "Yep. If you want answers, you're going back there." Kat closed the laptop. "Now?" "No. I need a couple of hours to set up my gear and get ready. Why don't you bring the suitcase over this afternoon and we can get started then." "And how much is this going to cost me?" Tracy asked, suddenly remembering that Kat probably wasn't doing this out of the goodness of her heart. "If I get to keep whatever code I find, it's on the house." "What do you mean?" "Oh relax. I mean actual code, not records. Blackmail is just too easy to trace." "OK," Tracy said cautiously. "So I'll see you... Around five-ish?" Tracy sighed. "I guess."

You do realise I was being just a little sarcastic, right? 😁 Edit: I was kind of hoping the winky-face would signal said sarcasm.

If this is your first Nikki & Sarah story, you might want to read the previous ones first. Here's a list: Nikki & Sarah - Index thread ------------------------------------------------ Dreams & Reality Part 1 of 5 Mommynatrix: How's the story coming along? Sarah: Getting nowhere. Out of ideas. Mind sending some naughty dreams tonight? Mommynatrix: So u want a kinky sandman? That can b arranged 😛 Sarah: Oh goodie 🙂 Sarah put down her phone and fiddled with the charging cable. She finally got the plug in place and the phone beeped. She put it on the night stand next to the bed and was sorely tempted to just fall onto the bed, wrap the duvet around herself and sleep. It had been a long day and she was dead tired. Giving herself a mental kick in the arse, Sarah shuffled off in the direction of the bathroom. Five minutes later, she was back in the bedroom with freshly brushed teeth and an empty bladder. The latter had actually become more and more important over the last couple of months. She suspected that her wearing diapers more often, and actually using them, had led to a couple of near accidents where she had just barely avoided wetting her bed. She hadn't told Nikki about this since she had a feeling that she'd just end up wearing diapers at night. And as much as she liked wearing them when she was awake, Sarah still felt it was important to herself that she had enough control to not actually need diapers. Pulling down her grey sweatpants and stepping out of them, Sarah sat down on the edge of the bed. She kicked them in the direction of the chair in the corner where they were quickly followed by her sweater. After putting on an extra long t-shirt, Sarah's stiff and sore back almost made her lose her balance and fall off the bed as she struggled to get her socks off. She burrowed in under her duvet and barely had the energy to reach out and turn off the light. Darkness enveloped Sarah like a clammy velvet blanket, she just couldn't find a comfortable position, the duvet quickly grew too warm, but as soon as he lifted it, the cool air that rushed in was too cold. She was Goldilocks in a house with no middle anythings. After having tossed and turned for what felt like hours, Sarah was just exhausted. She was about to give up and resort to one of the industrial-strength sleeping pills she had hidden away for just such an occasion when a bluish-white light filled the room. As she peeked out from under the duvet, Sarah saw that it was coming in through the window and it was quickly growing brighter and brighter. Feeling more annoyed than worried, Sarah threw the duvet aside and went to pull the curtains properly. Before she could reach the window, the light flared brightly, blinding Sarah. When Sarah's eyesight returned, she blinked away the spots to see that she was no longer in her bedroom. She was hanging in a giant metal ring with her arms and legs stretched out. The room was a weird, hazy white that made it hard to see where the walls met the floor. Sarah looked down and saw that her clothes were gone and she was wearing a huge diaper. "What the..." she tried to say, but all she managed was a soundless breath. Sarah tried to yell and pulled frantically at the cuffs that held her arms. The only sound was a barely audible whisper of exhaled air and the cuffs stayed frustratingly firm, even when she threw her entire body back and forth. "Will you please stop that. You're just going to hurt yourself," a voice purred. "Who said that?" Sarah asked soundlessly and looked around. She couldn't see anyone. "It's all going to be all right. I just need you to calm down," the voice said and in a flash of terrifying insight, Sarah realised that the voice was coming from inside her head. The ring that held Sarah slowly rose up in the air and tilted slightly forward. Sarah looked around, but as far as she could see, there was nothing holding it up. She renewed her struggle, but it still had no effect other than making her wrists sore. There was a whirring sound from across the room as some kind of door opened. As Sarah saw hints of movement in the darkness on the other side of the opening, she tried to scream and get loose, but the ring didn't even move. What emerged from the cavernous opening was human-shaped, but easily twice Sarah's height. It, or rather she, was built like a supermodel, but with dark green skin and softly glowing golden eyes. She had short, snow white hair. She looks like Nikki, except she's green. The alien was dressed in what some oddly detached part of Sarah's mind compared to the skin-tight, silvery spacesuits from 1950s and 60s B-movies. As the alien came closer, Sarah heard the same purring voice inside her head: "Take a breath, little one, and calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." "Who? What? Where? How?" Sarah's mind was a jumble of questions. "Shhh," the voice said. "Slow down." "Who?" Sarah managed to whisper, barely audible Sarah could almost hear the sigh in her head. "Of course we had to pick a world where they still only speak." The alien pressed a button on her armband and part of the floor rose up to form a bench she sat down on. "Can you understand me?" the voice in Sarah's head said slowly. "Nod if you understand." Sarah nodded nervously, her breath still puffing in and out, making her feel dizzy. "Slow your breathing or you're going to pass out." The alien rose and came closer. The ring rose a little to bring the two eye to eye. "You need to relax." She reached out a hand the size of a frying pan to gently stroke Sarah's cheek. The moment she touched her, Sarah felt every muscle in her body relax. She slumped forward, hanging limply as she wet the giant diaper. The alien put one hand under Sarah's butt and the other around her back and as soon as she did, the cuffs that held Sarah's arms and legs loosened. She lifted and held Sarah as if she was a baby and slowly rocked her while her breathing slowed and the dizziness passed. Next, she sat down on the bench and laid Sarah down on her stomach across her lap. She pulled down the diaper and reached behind her for something Sarah couldn't see. "Oh my god," she whispered, "you're going to probe me, aren't you?" "I was going to change you," the alien thought into Sarah's mind, "but since you insist..." Sarah opened her eyes and stared into the gloom. Looking around she found that she was lying across her bed with her butt in the air and her entire duvet bunched up under her hips. "That's it," she murmured to no one in particular. "No more leftover pizza before bedtime."

My goodness. Why on earth would anybody do something like that? That just sounds unethical. 😉

Keeping secrets Part 7 When Tracy woke up, the sun was high outside her window. She checked the old alarm clock next to the bed and found that she had been asleep for almost fourteen hours. And to her great relief, she hadn't wet herself again. She did, however, have to go to the bathroom. Badly. Tracy tap-danced to the bathroom and was in such a hurry that she almost tripped over her own pants as she pulled them down. Stumbling the last couple of steps, she barely made it in time. As Tracy sat there, she couldn't help feeling like something was missing. Her thoughts kept returning to the events of the evening before. Sex-VR's had been around since roughly five minutes after VR itself was invented. And simulated orgasms was one of their main selling points. 'Satisfaction guaranteed!' It wasn't like last night's VR-experience was the weirdest thing she had come to. One time, she had ended up having an orgasm while dressed as a blue, plush squirrel, sitting atop an iron lung containing Margaret Thatcher as it was dropped out of a B-52. That had been disturbing. The problem was the fact that she had wet herself in real life, just like in the VR. She had never heard of a VR overriding the safety paralysis. She didn't even know if it was technically possible and not to mention if it could have any side- or after-effects. She would have to find out in case this was an emerging trend in VR's. After a quick shower, Tracy decided that her own personal research would have to wait. She got dressed and rolled the suitcase up to her desk to hook it up to her desktop computer. Business before pleasure; or at least before satisfying my own curiosity. Tracy opened the files she had copied and began the slow and tedious work of tracking down Dennis' activities. Five hours, seventy-three printouts, four cans of energy drinks and two microwave burritos later, Tracy finally found what she was looking for. "OK Dennis, let's see some proof here." Tracy began scrolling up and down, following the information through the file, and that's when she found something she wasn't expecting. The giant woman hadn't been computer generated. She had been another user. That's when something occurred to Tracy and a quick search through the files confirmed her suspicions. The 'small'- and 'large' options wasn't about the avatar polygon count. It determined the role you had in the VR. This put Dennis in a whole new light, because as far as Tracy could see, Dennis was a 'large'. "So, you're not into wearing diapers," Tracy said to the screen. "You want someone else to wear them. I'm not sure your wife will think that's any better." Tracy wagged a finger at the screen. "You, my friend, are in some serious doo-doo." She paused, then added "In more ways than one," and chuckled. Tracy opened a desk drawer and rummaged around to find a new thumb drive. After ripping apart the packaging, Tracy began copying all the files to it. It was always a good idea to have all the evidence ready for the client when you break the news that their spouse is sneaking around behind their back to change the diapers of other people. That sort of thing was generally not covered in the marriage vows. "Now... How much money did you spend on this Dennis?" Tracy dove back into the files, looking for the financial information. Finding it was a piece of cake, but unfortunately, it was encrypted. Tracy made a few alterations to the code she had copied so she had an unlimited number of tries to enter the password instead of the customary three. Then she started a brute force decryption program. Depending on how complex the password was, it could take five seconds or it could take five weeks, but her phone would let her know when the program was done. In the meantime, she had other matters to investigate. ~~~ "Come on Ratzie, it's a simple enough question." Tracy almost had to shout to be heard over the music in the strip club. Ratz, her supplier of software of questionable legality, was distracted by the curvy blonde gyrating on the stage. Tracy snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hello, Earth to Ratzie. Are you even listening?" Ratz tore his eyes away from the stripper and sighed. "Yeah, I heard you. You wanted to bypass some security systems. I thought I sold you a battering ram a couple of weeks ago." "Not security systems. I asked if it was even possible to bypass something like the VR safety paralysis." "Fuck if I know. I just do software." Ratz returned his attention to the dancer. Tracy moved around the table, blocking Ratz' view. "What do you mean?" "That shit's hardwired; like BTL's. You need a hardware engineer." "Fine, do you know any?" Tracy moved again, making sure she blocked Ratz' view. "Hell no. I don't handle BTL's, you know that. Skinner would kill me alive if he caught me dealing on his turf." "Kill you alive?" Tracy raised an eyebrow and tried to give Ratz a did-you-even-hear-what-you-just-said look, but he was busy trying to see what was going on behind her. "Oh, never mind." "Fine fine fine, now do you mind moving? Candi and Ruby are up and I looooove a double feature." Tracy walked out of the strip club, dodging a group of drunks who looked like they were two thirds of the way through a bachelor party. The only things left for them was the strip club, the drunken brawl and spending the night in the drunk tank. Once she was outside and could hear herself think again, Tracy checked her phone. Still nothing from her computer. OK, so Ratz was a bust. And I don't know any hardware... Hang on; Kat. Tracy pulled out her phone again and called Jessie. The phone rang for almost half a minute before Diego picked up. "Yes?" "Oh, hey D. Is Jessie there?" "She is racing." It was hard to hear him over the crowd and engines on his end. "Can she call you back in a while?" "Actually, I was just wondering if Kat's still around. I need to talk to her about something." "Yes, but she is on a date. Is it important? I will send you her number." "Nah, nothing that can't wait. I'll come by tomorrow. Say hi to Jessie for me." Tracy's phone gave a soft buzz letting her know there was a message. "I will." Tracy hung up and checked the message. It was Kat's number and email address. She thought about sending her a message, but decided against it. Getting back in her car, Tracy headed back home. On the way, she went over what little information she had and tried to formulate a plan. OK, the VR is somehow able to override the safety paralysis and provoke a physical reaction. How? No idea. Check with Kat; maybe she'll be able to figure it out based on the log files. Why make the users wet themselves? Why not; that's what they're there for to begin with. But why include the extra code? Did it make the experience more intense? Tracy considered that last point. The virtual orgasm had been unlike anything she had ever experienced before in VR; or in real life, for that matter. A loud car horn brought Tracy back to her senses. The light had turned green and apparently the car behind her was in a terrible hurry. Tracy stepped on the accelerator and the van shot forward, placating the speed demon behind her. It didn't take long before her brain began churning again. What was supposed to be a fairly straight-forward surveillance case had given her more questions than she knew what to do with. And they all circled back to the hardware riddle. That was when a tiny little voice in the back of her head pointed out that maybe it wasn't the site that had made her pee. After all, she had done it voluntarily the second time. Would she still have wet herself if she hadn't done it on purpose in the VR? All these questions, and more, led Tracy to the same, inevitable conclusion. "I need more data," Tracy said with an exasperated sigh. She was going to have to go back to the website. And that just brought up a whole new set of challenges. If it really was the VR making her wet herself, not doing it on purpose wouldn't make a difference and she would need to take precautions. After all, she really didn't want to log out and find herself sitting in a puddle of pee again. She wasn't sure she could handle the indignity, or the laundromat at night, again. On second thought, maybe I should wait until I've had a chance to check with Kat. Tracy's phone gave a triumphant fanfare. The password protection was cracked. That was quick. Looks like I'm going to be combing through financial records tonight. Tracy stopped at a liquor store to get some vodka, the high-octane, rocket fuel kind, before going home. If she was going to spend the rest of the night tracking anonymous payments, she was going to need it. Almost four hours of mind-numbingly tedious spreadsheets later Tracy finally found what she was looking for. After locating Dennis' money transfers she noticed that the numbers didn't match what she had paid unless he paid more than six times what she had paid. So she had started looking where the money went and that's when she hit the jackpot. The profits of the website went to a bank account registered to a Denis Devereau. There was no way that that was a coincidence. Dennis wasn't a customer. He was running the site. And he was making some serious cash. "Dennis, Dennis, Dennis. Hiding money from the missus? Not very smart." Tracy wagged her finger at the screen. "Also, 'Denis Devereau'? You couldn't find a better fake name?" Tracy carefully documented all the financial information and copied it to the thumb drive for Mrs. Devereaux. Previous experiences had taught her that having this kind of evidence for future divorce proceedings sometimes resulted in a bonus, and those were always welcome. By the time she was done, it was closer to early morning than late night, so Tracy decided to go to bed. She was going to need some sleep if she was going to have to deal with Kat.

Not-so-lazy Sunday (Part 3) When Sarah stepped into the living room and found Nikki on the sofa, watching some news debate on TV, she was pretty sure her outfit would pass muster. The turtleneck that Nikki had picked out earlier hid her collar and a pair of jeans that were just a little roomier than what was fashionable would conceal the extra bulk of her diaper. "So, what do you think?" Sarah said and did a slow pirouette. Nikki smiled. "Come here you." When Sarah came close enough, Nikki pulled her down on her lap. "You look just perfect," she said and gave Sarah a hug. "So, what's the plan?" Nikki shrugged. "No plan really. I just figured we'd get you some more diapers first and maybe run a couple of other errands. And then maybe lunch? How does that sound?" "So we're not just getting the diapers?" Sarah asked nervously. "Oh, will you relax? Nobody's going to see what you're hiding." Nikki gave Sarah's butt a couple of reassuring pats. "It'll be our little secret." "I suppose." The two of them just sat there quietly for a couple of minutes before Nikki sighed. "I guess we should get moving." "Do we have to? This is so nice. I just want to stay like this all day." "Well, I think we both know the real reason, but you're forgetting that you're not making the decisions today; what you want doesn't really matter. And why is that?" Sarah rose. "Because you're in charge." Nikki cleared her throat. "I'm in charge, what?" Sarah sighed theatrically. "You're in charge, Ma'am." "That's right. And don't you forget it," Nikki said with a grin as she got up. She took Sarah's hand and led her towards the front door. ~~~ As the pair exited Sarah's apartment building they were met by an unexpectedly cold wind. Nikki pulled the collar of her jacket up and they walked briskly towards where her car was parked, a couple of houses down the road. Sarah's heart was pounding and she felt so nervous she was on the verge of throwing up. The streets were almost empty, but she still felt like everyone they passed could see the bulge of her diaper and hear the crinkling sound that was as loud as thunder in her ears. Sarah almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a small, warm hand slip into hers. Nikki gave her a reassuring squeeze and bumped her shoulder into Sarah's arm. "Will you relax sweetie," she said softly. "You look like you're expecting assassins to jump out from behind every trash can." "I just want to make sure they can't hear it." Sarah whispered. "Hear what?" "You know. My ..." Her voice trailed off. Nikki stopped and pulled Sarah to face her. "You're being paranoid sweetie. With this wind, you could have your pockets full of crickets and nobody would hear a thing." "But-" "Trust me. Nobody. Can hear. Your diapers," Nikki said pointedly. "Shhh," Sarah hissed. She quickly looked around to make sure nobody had heard Nikki. Nikki rose to her toes and gave Sarah a kiss. "Stop being so silly and come along now." She pulled Sarah along towards the car. The alarm gave a brief chirp and moments later they were inside and safe from the freezing wind. Sarah rubbed her hands together while Nikki fiddled with her phone, trying to get it to sync up with the cheap GPS unit stuck to the dashboard. After a few choice curses it finally cooperated and Nikki put the phone in one of the cup holders. "So, where are we going?" Sarah asked when she saw the GPS start plotting a route. "I figured you wouldn't want to get your replacement diapers at your corner store -" "Oh definitely not," Sarah interrupted. Nikki gave Sarah a stern look. "Like I said, The corner store was out of the question. Also, I wanted somewhere where the staff had a little more training than your average chimp." "Welcome to Costco; I love you. Welcome to Costco; I love you..." Sarah said in a monotone voice. "Exactly. And do you know how few medical supply stores that are open on Sundays?" Nikki turned the key and the engine rumbled to life. "So we're headed to..." Sarah peered at the small screen, "The Bondage Barn?" Nikki turned to look at Sarah. Then she burst out laughing. "That's an 'a'," she managed to say, "not an 'o'." Sarah blushed. "And people say that I have a one-track mind." Nikki reached out to ruffle Sarah's hair. "Still, it's a weird name," Sarah said defensively. Nikki pulled out from the parking space and they drove off. A few minutes later, Sarah gave a little gasp, then relaxed and giggled a little. "What?" asked Nikki, glancing over at her. "For a moment there, I thought I had peed without noticing it." "OK?" "But it was just the seat warmers." Nikki smiled and reached for a knob on the dashboard. "Want me to turn them off?" "No," Sarah said quietly. "It's weird, but I kind of like it." "So what you're saying is pretty much that you're sitting there, imagining you've wet yourself in public." Nikki grinned. Sarah blushed again at Nikki's conclusion. "...and that you 'kind of liked it'." Sarah's blush deepened and she began to protest, but Nikki put a finger to her lips. "It's OK sweetie. You're a good little girl," Nikki said, emphasising the word 'little'. "But-" Sarah began. "Shhh." When Sarah quieted down, Nikki continued. "Why did you think I wanted you in diapers now? You already had one accident." "I was sleeping; that doesn't cou-" "Like I said," Nikki said sternly, interrupting Sarah's renewed protests and clearly signalling that this was not up for discussion. "You already had one accident and you might have another one. So I think diapers are a sensible precaution. Don't you agree?" Sarah knew better than to argue with Nikki when she used that tone. "I suppose," she admitted. "Because you're a good little girl and I'm...?" "You're my mommynatrix, Ma'am," Sarah said, smiling carefully. Nikki laughed at the title. "I was going for 'in charge', but that works." ~~~ The Bandage Barn was a small, fairly nondescript shop squeezed in between two bigger, equally bland-looking shops. Nikki parked in the almost empty lot in front of the three shops. "I'll just wait in the car," Sarah said as Nikki opened her door. "Oh no you're not. They're your diapers so you're coming along." "OK," Sarah said with a sigh of resignation and got out of the car too. The interior of the store was quite different from Sarah's expectations. The tall shelves were packed with neat rows of boxes containing everything from bandaids to wheelchair spare parts. Sarah decided one of the shelves was particularly interesting and studied it intently while Nikki headed for the counter towards the back of the store. Behind the counter was a woman who looked to be in her sixties. "Can I help you dear?" Sarah shuddered. The woman even had that grandma-knows-best voice. She half expected her to pinch Nikki's cheek and offer her a candy. "Um, yes," Nikki said, looking around. "I'm looking for some adult diapers. Medium." The woman looked at Nikki. "I don't know," she said. "'Small" might be a better fit." "Oh, they're not for me," Nikki said when she realised what the woman meant. "Of course not dear." "I meant, they're for her." Nikki pointed with her thumb over her shoulder at Sarah who suddenly wished she could just disappear. "Come on over here sweetie." Shocked and stunned, Sarah joined Nikki by the counter, her cheeks burning. The woman only looked at Sarah briefly and nodded. "Yeah. You're certainly a medium. Plastic backing or cloth?" "Plastic, I think. Don't you agree?" Sarah mumbled a barely audible "Yes". She headed for the storage area in the back. "How many do you need?" "Well, how many are there in one package?" "Around twenty; depending on the brand." She came back with three different packages and put them on the counter. Nikki recognised one of them as being the type that Sarah had had. "I guess we'll go with these," she said and pointed. "Two packages should be enough. Right?" She turned to Sarah who was very busy looking everywhere else. "OK," the woman said and picked up the two other packages to put them back. "Oh and if you have some extra thick ones too. For nights," Nikki added. Sarah felt like she wanted to sink through the floor. The woman returned with two new packages and put them next to the one on the counter. "Anything else?" she asked. Nikki looked over at Sarah who looked like she wanted more than anything else to get out of the store. "Why don't you put these in the car?" she asked her and handed her the keys. "You can have one of these to put them in," the woman said and held out an unmarked cardboard box big enough for all three packages. Sarah mumbled a quick "Thanks" without even looking up. She hurriedly shoved the diapers in the box and headed for the door. She put the box in the trunk of the car and got in. A few minutes later, Nikki came out, carrying a plastic bag. She put it behind the driver's seat and sat down. "Was that really necessary?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?" "Come here," Nikki replied and pulled Sarah into an awkward hug across the middle of the car. She ran her hand through her hair and stroked her back. "Are you OK?" she asked after a few moments. "Why did you do that in there?" Sarah asked. "Honestly? For the same reason I constantly tell you not to play with yourself. You're just so unbelievably cute when you're all flustered and blushing." "But... But... I... What if..." Sarah stammered, clearly at a loss for words. "Besides," Nikki continued, "it's harmless. Do you honestly think the old woman in there is going to remember you tomorrow?" Sarah tried to say something, but Nikki placed a finger against her lips. "Plus," she said with a mischievous grin, "deep down, it excites you." "What?!?" Sarah exclaimed and drew back. "You always have the Central Asian exit. Did it even occur to you to use your safeword?" That threw Sarah. "No, not really," she finally admitted. Why didn't I even think about it? It would have been so easy. Just 'Mongolia' and that's it. "And why do you think that is?" "I don't know." Sarah said hesitantly. Her mind was racing. I didn't 'like' like it. But then again, I didn't hate it either. And it was certainly one hell of a rush. Why did I let Nikki do that? Nikki started the engine and the drove off in silence. After almost five minutes, Sarah put her hand on Nikki's arm as they stopped at a red light. "I trust you," she said quietly. "Huh?" Nikki looked away from the light. "I trust you," Sarah said again. "That's why I didn't use my safeword." Nikki smiled and took Sarah's hand, giving her palm a gentle kiss. Sarah took a breath and continued. "I know you won't hurt me physically. But I also trust you won't hurt me in other ways." "What do you mean?" "I mean..." Sarah struggled to find the right words. "I understand that you'll push me outside my comfort zone, but I trust you won't do stuff that'll hurt either of our everyday lives." Nikki was so preoccupied with what Sarah was saying that she missed that the light had turned green. An impatient honk from behind them brought her attention back to the road. She pressed the accelerator and cleared the light just as it changed again, causing another angry honk and probably some choice profanities in the car behind them. "Hurt our everyday lives how?" Nikki asked when they were through the intersection. "Like, I know you're not going to show up at work, push me down onto my desk and change me right there in the classroom." Nikki chuckled. "That was oddly specific," she said. "Sounds like you've put some thought into that one." "I..." Sarah gave an exasperated sigh and leaned back, her cheeks burning. "It's OK sweetie. Any sane person knows the difference between fantasy and reality." Nikki reached over and pulled the neck of Sarah's sweater up. Sarah looked at her quizzically. "Your collar was showing," Nikki said matter-of-factly. "Of course, if I wanted to make sure you could never get anything ever again from that store, I would have told you to walk in there, pull down your pants and yell 'Imma need me some more of these!'" Nikki yelled that last part in her best redneck accent while twitching her hips. Sarah just stared at Nikki, completely dumbstruck. "That, would have been the biggest Mongolia ever," she finally managed. Nikki laughed as she turned in to a parking lot in front of a shopping centre. It was barely half full, so finding a space that wasn't in the middle of a giant puddle of slush didn't take too long. "So, are you coming?" Nikki asked when she got out while Sarah stayed in her seat. "That depends. Are you going to embarrass me like that again?" she asked sulkily. "I wasn't planning on it, no. I was thinking more along the lines of some shopping and maybe a nice lunch." "Okay then," Sarah said cautiously and got out. As they walked towards the entrance, Nikki grinned up at her. "Of course, now that you've given me the idea..." Nikki quickly slipped an arm around Sarah's waist and pulled her closer. "I'm kidding sweetie," she said reassuringly. The next hour or so was refreshingly normal for Sarah. They went to the hardware store and bought some rope, carabiners and a mysterious brown paper bag that Nikki only referred to as 'supplies' when Sarah asked her about it. In the housewares store they found a giant fluffy blanket, big enough for both of them to snuggle up under. On their way to the restaurant, Sarah caught Nikki eyeing a pair of tight, black, leather pants in a store window. "Thinking about how awesome and mistressy you'd look in those?" Sarah whispered, acutely aware of the people passing by. She was rewarded with a slight blush creeping up Nikki's face. Bullseye! "Just imagine, those pants and some impressive boots." Sarah nudged Nikki with her elbow. "And a corset," she added for good measure and was rewarded by Nikki's blush deepening another couple of shades. "You know I'll get you back for that, right?" Nikki said when they finally moved on. "Promises, promises." "Oh, you're such a little brat." Nikki gave Sarah's butt a discreet pat. Sarah's stomach jumped when the pat reminded her of the diaper she was wearing. How could I forget that I was wearing them? She swallowed as she all of a sudden found it a little harder to walk naturally. When they got to the restaurant, the bulk of the lunch crowd was done and they were able to get a table by the window. After looking over the menu, they decided to share a large Spanish omelette. While they waited for the food, they looked at the people walking by outside the window. Nikki almost had soda coming out of her nose when Sarah described a man as an albino smurf. When she recovered her breath, Nikki nodded towards a woman who walked by. She was tall, had long, blonde hair that cascaded down her back and was wearing a knee-length, dark green coat. "That's a big coat," she said. "Mm-hmm." "I bet you could hide a lot under a coat like that, couldn't you?" Nikki nudged her foot against Sarah's under the table. Sarah immediately turned bright pink and Nikki grinned. "OK, now you really have to tell me what you were thinking," she said and sipped her soda. Sarah suddenly got very interested in the menu, mumbling something that Nikki couldn't hear. "What was that sweetie? Speak up." Sarah took a long sip of water to stall, but eventually realised that Nikki wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. "I said you could probably hide your whole dominatrix outfit under it and nobody would know," Sarah finally said. "You know that I don't really have a 'dominatrix outfit', right?" "Yeah," Sarah said, then she mumbled "but you should have," into her glass. "Reeeeeaaaally," Nikki said, sounding remarkably like Jim Carrey. "And what should it look like?" Sarah was interrupted by the waiter who appeared with their food. She knew that Nikki wouldn't let her off the hook, but this at least bought her enough time to find the right words. When they once again had some privacy, Nikki leaned closer. "Well?" "Um... Well, it'd be tight," Sarah began hesitantly, still trying to find the right words. "And smooth. Like really smooth leather." Nikki just nodded encouragingly as Sarah seemed to get into it. "Or maybe even rubber. But not like a catsuit. That'd be way too much work to put on," Sarah rambled on. "It'd be pants and a maybe kind of a corsetty type of top. Sort of like in my dream last night." Sarah suddenly stopped. Oh shit. I wasn't supposed to say that. That piqued Nikki's interest. "That sounds like an interesting dream," she said, sounding like a cat who had just spotted a canary with a broken wing. "Do tell." "You mean right here? Now?" Nikki nodded. When Sarah still hesitated, she touched her own throat to remind Sarah about what was hiding beneath her turtleneck. "Okay," she finally said, "but move over." Sarah moved around the table to sit next to Nikki and in a low whisper, she told her all that she could remember about the dream. When she was done, Nikki chuckled. "You should write that stuff down. They'd make one hell of a collection of naughty bedtime stories." Sarah shrugged and moved back to her side of the table. For the remainder of the meal, they talked about pretty much everything except what Sarah euphemistically called their 'playtime'. Then, in the middle of the cup of coffee after they were done eating Nikki took Sarah completely by surprise by casually asking her if she was still dry. Sarah almost choked on her coffee and barely managed to avoid spraying it across the table. "Jesus, give me some warning first," she wheezed in-between coughs. Nikki waved away the worried-looking waiter while she handed Sarah a clean napkin which she took and dabbed away the tears and a couple of droplets of coffee on her chin. When she had caught her breath, Nikki looked at her and raised an eyebrow in that way that Sarah could only wish she was able to do. "Well, are you?" "Of course I am," Sara replied indignantly, folding the soiled napkin and putting it next to the almost empty coffee cup. "Are you sure? I think I want to check before we go to the car. After all, you wouldn't want to have a leak, would you?" Nikki's voice was dripping with saccharine condescension." "Check?!? Here?!?" "Well, not right here at the table, obviously. You go to the bathroom while I pay and then I'll join you." "Are you serious?" Sarah hissed. "I do not want stains on my car seats," Nikki said sternly. Sarah recognised that tone of voice and almost visibly deflated. "Yes Ma'am," she whispered and as Nikki got the waiter's attention and asked for the bill, she got up and headed for the bathroom. As Sarah entered she saw another woman washing her hands. Hoping the other woman would be done soon, Sarah proceeded to try to wipe some non-existent stains from her sweater so she wouldn't just stand there like a total creep. It didn't take long for the other woman to finish and leave. Seconds later, Nikki entered. She quickly checked to make sure that all three stalls were empty before taking Sarah's hand and pulling her in to one of them, locking the door behind them. "OK sweetie, pants down," she ordered in a urgent whisper. Sarah nervously undid the button and pulled down the zipper, exposing the white plastic of her diaper. "See?" she said. "Still dry." Nikki cocked her head. "I said 'pants down'." Sarah wiggled her hips in the cramped confines of the stall but finally managed to slide the jeans down without shifting the diaper too much. She pushed the waistband of the jeans down to her knees and just as she stood up straight again, she felt Nikki slip a finger inside her diaper. "Yep, still dry," she concluded. "I told you, didn't I?" Sarah said sulkily. "Yes you did. You're a good, little girl today." Nikki stroked Sarah's hair. Just then they heard the door to the bathroom open and both froze. Nikki slowly lowered her hand from Sarah's head to her neck and pushed the turtleneck down to slip a single finger through the ring on her collar. Other than that, they barely dared to breathe, let alone move. They heard someone walk to the sinks and turn on the water. Sarah slowly reached for her pants, but Nikki gave the collar a tiny tug and almost imperceptively shook her head. They both stood as still as statues while whoever was on the other side of the thin plywood washed their hands. After what felt like an eternity, they heard footsteps going away, the door opening and closing and then the only thing they could hear was the hum of the fluorescent lights. "That was close," Sarah said when she dared to breathe again. Nikki nodded and let go of Sarah's collar. A grin crept across her face. "Still dry? Or did that scare the water out of you?" "Are you kidding? I was so tense that if I'd farted I would've stunned bats. I couldn't have peed even if I wanted to." Nikki laughed as Sarah bent to pull her jeans back up. She quickly ducked out of the stall to keep watch while Sarah finished adjusting her clothes. ~~~ Ten minutes later they were in the car, on their way back to Sarah's apartment. "Let's not do that again," Sarah said with a nervous laugh "Oh come on. You have to admit that it was a little exciting." "For you maybe, but you weren't the one standing there with your pants around your ankles and a diaper on full display." "That's a fair point," Nikki conceded. "Anyway, what did you think of the extra thick diapers?" "One time. I wet the bed one time," Sarah said in an exasperated tone. "It's not like it's going to happen every night." "Oh they're not for nights. They're for when I want you in diapers for a long time without having to worry about changing you. Like the rest of the day today. The first thing we do when we get home, is putting you in one of the thick ones." "But why? I'm not wet," Sarah protested. "You will be. We're not leaving this car until that diaper of your is ready to be changed." "But what about the seats?" "Oh come on, I don't think you've drunk enough all day to manage a leak." Sarah pouted, but realised that she only had two options: She could do as she was told... or say the word. And she didn't really want to do the latter. "But it's so hard to do it here, like this," she whined. "I can turn on the seat warmers again, if you think that'll help," Nikki offered and twisted a knob on the dashboard. In a matter of seconds, Sarah felt the bloom of warmth under her butt. She groaned. It wasn't as if she didn't have to go, but doing it while sitting in the car. In public. Well, more or less in public at least. You can do this. Just lean back and relax. Sarah adjusted her seat as far back as it would go, sat back and closed her eyes, shutting the rest of the world out and pretending she was alone in a big, comfy chair in her own bedroom. It didn't really work, but she felt Nikki take her hand and give it a little squeeze before gently stroking the back of it with her thumb. She took another deep breath and cast her mind back to the day before It wasn't like she didn't have to go. She did, but once again her body refused to cooperate. Even with the seat warmers turned on, trying to trick her body into believing she had already wet herself, she just couldn't do it. Just as Sarah took another breath, she was thrown forward as Nikki slammed on the brakes. "Watch where you're fucking driving, you idiot," Nikki yelled at the yellow car in front of them. She turned to Sarah with a look of concern on her face. "Are you OK?" Sarah rubbed where the seatbelt had dug into her right shoulder. "Yeah. Just startled." She leaned back again and was adjusting the strap going across her waist when she realised that her diaper was wet. Huh. I guess it takes a sneeze or a near-crash. Let's hope that changes. Sarah turned to look into Nikki's eyes and smiled. "What is it?" "I'm doing it." She took Nikki's hand and put it on her crotch in a very unladylike manner so she could feel the slow bloom of warmth. "That's good sweetie, but maybe you shouldn't point it out to me quite like that when we're in public." Sarah realised what it would look like and immediately let go of Nikki's hand, her cheeks burning furiously. "I... I..." she stammered. "It's OK sweetie. I love that you're so enthusiastic about this; even if it gets a little weird sometimes." She stroked Sarah's cheek before returning her attention to the road. Sarah sat quietly in her seat, shame, anxiety and excitement were all competing with each other for control of her mind. My God, what if somebody had looked in through the window? So what? It's not like they'd know who you were. They could get the license plate and find out that way. Her mind was racing, her pulse was pounding in her ears and she felt so nervous she was on the verge of throwing up. That's when two things happened that changed everything. She felt the urge to pee and without even thinking about it, just let it go. At the same time, Nikki took her hand again, just holding it, letting Sarah know that she was there for her. "Take a breath sweetie. Relax. You look like you're about to pass out." Slowly, Sarah's breathing slowed to something more resembling normal and by the time Nikki found a spot in front of Sarah's apartment building, her stomach had decided to calm down too. When they opened the doors and got out, Sarah realised just how swollen her diapers were. She could feel their weight and was suddenly very glad that her jeans were a little too big. "Do you want to grab the box, and I'll get the bags," Nikki asked as she opened the rear door. The big cardboard box wasn't heavy, but its size made it difficult to get it through the narrow street door and the front door to Sarah's apartment. As soon as they were inside, Sarah simply dropped the box on the floor and gingerly bent over to untie her shoelaces. "Come along now," Nikki said and took Sarah's hand. She led her to the bathroom where she spread a towel out on the floor and told Sarah to lie down on it. Sarah sat down carefully to avoid squeezing out a leak. Nikki helped her off with the sweater and her bra before giving her shoulders a gentle push. Sarah lay back, let Nikki unbutton her jeans and lifted her butt to help her ease them down. Seconds later she was lying on the floor, wearing only her collar, diapers and socks. "Isn't that better?" Nikki said as she filled the sink with warm water and found a wash cloth. Sarah didn't answer, feeling a little awkward lying on the floor with Nikki standing over her like that. Nikki knelt down between Sarah's legs and put a hand on her diaper, giving it a little squish. "Are you quite sure you're done?" she asked. "Um, yes Ma'am," Sarah answered. Nikki undid the tapes and carefully pulled the diaper out from under Sarah's butt when she lifted it. She deftly rolled it up and taped the bundle closed. "Good, now you stay right there while I go get you a fresh diaper," she said. Then she turned and left, leaving Sarah naked on the bathroom floor. A shiver went down Sarah's back. The feeling of vulnerability, but at the same time safety and comfort was oddly exciting. When she and Nikki had first talked about their relationship a couple of weeks ago, she had said that she loved wearing her diapers, yet didn't feel the need to be treated as a baby. But the more she thought about it, the more she realised that she Nikki was treating her like a child. She could have her own ideas and wants, but in the end, Nikki's decisions were final. She didn't need a pacifier; a simple 'shush' was enough. And as for the clothes: Well, she had spent most of the day before wearing only diapers and a t-shirt and weirdly enough it had felt completely normal. She had even let Nikki feed her. She concluded that not having to make decisions and just relinquishing control completely to Nikki just felt... right. Just then, Nikki came back, interrupting Sarah's thoughts. She put the diaper on the floor next to Sarah before grabbing the wash cloth to clean her. When Sarah tried to take the wash cloth to do it herself, Nikki brushed her hands away. "Stop that," she said. "Be a good little girl and let me do this for you." Sarah suddenly felt acutely self-conscious as she just had to lie there and be washed. To take her mind off it, she picked up the new diaper and examined it. It was much thicker than the ones she had had before and she could easily see how they could be all-nighters. They would also cause quite a visible bulge if she wore them under her jeans, so hopefully Nikki wouldn't insist on that. Finally, Nikki was done. She dried Sarah with a corner of the towel she was lying on before sprinkling on a generous amount of baby powder. "Give me the diaper please," she said and proceeded to slip it under Sarah's butt when she lifted it. She pulled the front up between Sarah's legs and in a matter of seconds the tapes were secure. "Feels like you've done this before," Sarah said as she reached down to feel the new diaper. It felt stiffer or maybe firmer than the ones she was used to. I guess that's the extra material. "Well, I did my share of babysitting in my teens. This is more or less the same, except the scale is a little different." "And I bet you didn't make the kids wear this," Sarah said and wiggled her collar. "That too," Nikki said with a laugh. She gave Sarah a hand to help her up. "Nor did I do this..." She took Sarah's head in her hands and pressed her lips to Sarah's. The kiss was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. It was hungry, but at the same time gentle and it made Sarah's stomach do a somersault. One of the first ground rules Sarah and Nikki had agreed on after the rule about Sarah having to wear her collar whenever she wore her diapers, was the rule that there would be no sex during 'diaper time'. The kiss was making Sarah seriously debate whether to use the safe word to get around that rule. Luckily, Nikki ended the kiss before she made up her mind. "Oh my," was all Sarah managed as she got her breath back. "I know," Nikki said. "I'm sorry about that, but you just looked so unbelievably adorable." "Mistress?" Sarah said with a mischievous smile, "I know the rule is that whenever I wear my diapers I also have to wear my collar." "Yes?" "The rule is not that every time I wear my collar I have to wear diapers. It's just a thought, Ma'am." "Having naughty thoughts, are we?" Nikki asked. She hooked a finger through the ring in Sarah's collar and led her out the door and down the hall to the living room. "Now you sit here and behave yourself while I fix some things." She handed Sarah her phone before picking up the big box and heading back down the hall. Sarah fiddled with her phone for a little while before she had an idea. She opened the messaging app and quickly snapped a picture of herself with a puppy-eyed pout, adding "Miss u alrdy. Kinda cold here. Bring warm hugs." before sending it to Nikki. There was a beep from down the hall, then silence followed by a shout of "You dork!" Sarah giggled and grabbed the blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around herself. A few minutes later, Nikki reappeared carrying one of Sarah's over-sized t-shirts. She helped her put it on before sitting down behind her. She pulled Sarah closer and rested her chin on Sarah's shoulder. "Do you know what I forgot to do?" she whispered in Sarah's ear while gently stroking her hair. "Um, no Ma'am?" Nikki reached over the armrest of the sofa and brought up a pair of light blue surgical gloves like the ones Sarah had worn the day before. "Really? Do I have to?" Sarah turned her head and tried to look at Nikki. "I think your phone antics prove that we can't leave your hands free, don't you?" "Fine," Sarah sighed and held up her hands which were quickly reduced to duct-taped lumps. "There! Isn't that better?" asked Nikki cheerfully as she put the duct tape back in the bag next to the sofa. Sarah was still grumbling inwardly for not noticing the bag and hiding it, but her mood brightened a little when Nikki gave her another kiss, albeit a far more restrained one than the last. "Come on," Nikki murmured. "Just admit that you like it." Sarah had to admit that now that she had once again given up all control she did like it. She didn't like giving up control, but once it was gone, she absolutely loved the feeling of helplessness and being cared for by Nikki. She wiggled closer and awkwardly tried to pull the blanket up over both of them. ~~~ They spent the rest of the afternoon on that sofa; Nikki with her feet up on the coffee table and Sarah lying with her head in Nikki's lap. This was obviously the only sensible thing to do since the floor was lava. Nikki fed Sarah M&Ms and bottled water while they worked their way through several episodes of Farscape (or 'Sci-fi Muppets' as Nikki called the series). About halfway through the fourth episode, Sarah felt the now all too familiar pressure on her bladder and began to fidget. Nikki quickly guessed what was going on and pressed pause on the remote. "Go on sweetie," she whispered while stroking Sarah's hair. "I didn't expect it to stay dry all afternoon." Sarah shifted her legs a little, scooting up until her back was across Nikki's lap before trying to let go. Almost immediately she felt the warm, wet rush of pee that was quickly absorbed by the diaper. She wasn't sure if it was real or her imagination, but she thought she could feel the diaper swelling. She let out a contented sigh. "Well, that was quick," Nikki commented. "Yeah, it's weird, these were much easier to wet. Maybe it's because they're so thick they don't feel like underwear. Maybe that makes me less worried about leaks. I don't know." Sarah shrugged. "But I bet you're glad we bought them, aren't you?" Sarah nodded. "So who knows best what you need?" "You do, Ma'am," Sarah said, giving Nikki the answer they both knew was expected of her. Nikki bent down and kissed her forehead before pressing play again. ~~~ The sun had set and it was getting dark outside when Nikki switched off the TV. She sat up and stretched. "Sweetie," she said. "There's something I think we need to discuss." "Oh? What's that?" "Considering what happened last night-" "It was one time!" Sarah interrupted exasperatedly. "And it's probably because I'd been wearing diapers all day." "Exactly," Nikki said, sounding annoyingly reasonable. "I want to add an extra playtime rule. Nothing big, really." "OK?" "Um, wait here." Nikki got up and hurried down the hallway, returning moments later with a small brown paper bag. "I'm sorry. I didn't have time to wrap it," she said with a grin before putting it on the table and sitting back down. "What's that?" "In a moment sweetie. OK, as I was saying: It's not really a rule, but more of a precaution. I think that whenever you've worn your diapers all day we should take some precautions to avoid 'accidents'." Nikki leaned forward and picked up the bag, handing it to Sarah. Sarah looked stupidly up at her and then lifted her useless hands. "Gonna need a little help here," she said sarcastically. "Well, I suppose you've learned your lesson," Nikki said and peeled off the tape. Sarah wiggled her fingers stiffly before picking up the bag. She tore off the tape holding it closed and emptied out the contents. It landed with a soft rustle on her chest. Sarah shook it open and saw that it was a pair of plastic pants. "I think diapers at night is a sensible precaution. Don't you?" Sarah just stared at Nikki. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yeah. I mean, not permanently just for a night or two. Let's say if you have two nights without any accidents you don't have to wear them anymore. And so we won't waste the disposable ones on what'll most likely be dry nights, we can use towels like we did last night. Except now you have proper pants instead of bin liners." Nikki's reasonable tone annoyed Sarah, but she had to admit that she had a point. "OK," she said grudgingly. "But I don't have to use the towel diapers on purpose. Not even when we play." Nikki nodded. "So what do you say we get you ready for bed?" "Mm-hm." Sarah smiled and nodded. With a slight grunt, Nikki got to her feet and took Sarah's hands to help her up too. Sarah chuckled and adjusted her heavy diaper. "You really tested the limits of that thing, didn't you?" Nikki asked. She stroked Sarah's padded butt, giving it a little squeeze. "Maybe," Sarah admitted while she nibbled the tip of her thumb. "I guess we should get you cleaned up before tucking you in then." Nikki grabbed the ring on Sarah's collar and pulled her along down the hallway to the bathroom. "OK, spread your legs," Nikki said and tapped the insides of Sarah's ankles with her foot. "And raise your arms." When Sarah complied, Nikki grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it almost off, trapping Sarah's arms above her head. "Are you sure you're done with this?" Nikki reached between Sarah's legs and gave her diaper a last squeeze. Sarah nodded silently. "OK, stand still." Nikki undid the tapes and carefully pulled the diaper off. She rolled it up, taped it closed and placed the bundle in the sink. Next she undid the collar around Sarah's neck. "Now why don't you take a shower while I get your bed ready." Nikki said and put the collar next to the sink. "Oh, and no-" "I know. No playing with myself." "Good girl." Nikki stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss on the tip of Sarah's nose. Then she gingerly picked up the soiled diaper and left. Sarah pulled the t-shirt all the way off and tossed it in the laundry hamper. While she waited for the water to get warm enough, she looked in the mirror above the sink. "You're a good girl," she told her mirror image, trying to sound like Nikki. "Yes you are," she said and smiled. Sarah stepped under the warm spray and quickly washed herself. When she was done and pulled the shower curtain aside she found Nikki waiting for her with a big towel. She stepped out of the shower and let Nikki dry her and put the collar back around her neck. "See?" Sarah said with a high-pitched voice and smiled mischievously. "I was good." "Yes you were. Now come along." Nikki took Sarah's hand and led her to the bedroom where she had put a big towel folded into a triangle on the bed. Sarah lay down the towel and let Nikki powder her and put the diaper on her using a pair of oversized safety pins. "Those are huge," Sarah commented. "I didn't know I had them." "You didn't. I found them while you were trying to decide what color the big blanket should be." "Ooooo. Sneaky mistress." Nikki just smiled and helped Sarah put the new plastic pants on. After making sure all the edges of the towel were inside the pants, she spread the duvet over Sarah and tucked it in around her. "Aww. Aren't you joining me?" Nikki sat down on the edge of Sarah's bed and brushed a few stray hairs out of her eyes. "I'm sorry sweetie. I have a ton of things I have to do before work tomorrow, so I have to go home now." Sarah pouted and gave Nikki her best sad puppy eyes. "But I wanna snuggle," she said. "I do too sweetie, but I have to work and make money to pay for the awesome mistressy outfits you dream about." "Mmm, okay." Sarah yawned. Nikki leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams," she said before turning off the lights and letting herself out.

I guess you'll just have to stay tuned to find out. 😉 (There's still almost two thirds of the story left)

I guess I can post this a day or two early. After all, it's pollen season and my meds are making me a little woozy, so I'll pretend I can't remember I was planning on posting this on Tuesday. 😉 Keeping secrets Part 6 Tracy reached down and touched the smooth plastic covering the diaper. This was certainly not what she had expected. But what had she really expected? Other than some harem fantasy, of course. She inspected herself, and gave a mental sigh of relief when she found that she still had the grown-up avatar body, despite her clothes, or lack thereof. At least he doesn't seem to be into kids. Thank god. Tracy turned to her side and awkwardly got to her feet. The floor felt wobbly and the big diaper forced her legs apart, so the few steps to the huge chair in front of her became a clumsy waddle. Tracy almost fell, but managed to grab the arm rest of the chair before falling. Taking another step, she came close enough to stand up straight, albeit in a very broad-legged stance. Tracy adjusted the unfamiliar bulk between her legs. There was a slight crinkling sound. The detective in her couldn't help cataloguing everything. The level of detail here is amazing. It must have taken ages to program. Sound, balance... Tracy took a deep breath... ...and smell. "That'th thome theriouth..." Tracy paused. "Thilly Thammy thingth wude thongth." She rolled her eyes a little. Oh that's cute. She wasn't sure whether she should be impressed or worried with the level of detail that whoever programmed this had included. Focusing on the lower left of her field of vision brought up the terminal window, showing her tracking program hard at work. All she had to do, was to make sure she wasn't kicked until it was done. Tracy dismissed the window and looked around the room. Other than everything being three times too big, it looked quite normal. There was a double bed with a night stand on either side, a dressing table with a mirror, the chair Tracy was still holding on to, and a wardrobe that looked big enough to drive an eighteen-wheeler to Narnia through. The one thing that was missing though, was other people. OK, so if this is a solo kind of VR, maybe he's not having an affair. The door knob was too high up for Tracy to reach, so she started looking around for something to stand on. She let go of the chair and waddled over to the bed to look under it. After just a couple of steps however, the floor decided to tilt sharply to one side and Tracy fell. Twisting desperately, she managed to avoid falling face first, but the impact still knocked the breath out of her. Tracy rolled over on her back and tried to get her breath back and that's when it happened. There was the slightest twinge of pressure and then she felt a rush of warmth spread across her crotch and down between her legs. She was peeing. And she hadn't even felt that she needed to go to the bathroom. Tracy rolled over on her side and got up on her hands and knees, not wanting to sit on the wet diaper, and crawled towards the bed. The floor felt more stable that way. However, with every step the slowly swelling diapers would rub against her like a velvet hand. Tracy felt conflicted. On the one hand, the diapers felt really good. But on the other hand, they were diapers. And wet ones at that. She knew she was supposed to feel... disgusted? Ashamed? Anything other than horny? She tried rationalising. It's not like they're real. It's all just a computer simulation. And this place is probably programmed to make me feel this... There was another rush of pee, this time it felt different. Better. The swollen diapers spread the liquid warmth much faster this time. Tracy's entire crotch felt like it was enveloped in a tingling wave of pleasure. ...way. She froze, everything else forgotten as she came. Tracy sat down. The resulting wet squish triggering another massive orgasm. She closed her eyes and let out an involuntary squeal as it washed over her like a tidal wave. It was unlike anything Tracy had ever felt before. She was so lost in her ecstasy that she almost missed the sound of the door opening. Forcing her eyes open, Tracy saw a giant woman standing in the doorway. "So this is where you're hiding," she said. "I thought I heard something." She bent down and scooped Tracy up as if she weighed nothing. "Wha..." Tracy protested weakly and tried to get away. "Lemme go." "Shh-shh-shh, little princess," the giant said. "Mommy's here." She produced a large pacifier and pushed it into Tracy's mouth. Tracy almost reflexively began sucking on it. "That's better, isn't it?" She rocked Tracy gently and stroked her back with a hand the size of a frying pan. A warm feeling of complete and utter comfort filled Tracy. It was like her entire world turned into a warm, fluffy, cotton cloud. All she wanted to do was to snuggle closer. The giant woman gave Tracy's butt a little squeeze. "Does mommy's little princess need a new diaper?" Tracy only managed a weak moan before burying her face in the woman's chest. She felt herself being carried, but couldn't be bothered to look up. Then all of a sudden she was laid down on her back and the feeling went away. Tracy instinctively reached out for the woman, wanting that feeling of warmth and comfort to come back. Looking around, she saw she was lying on a changing table as big as her van. That's when a something occurred to her. How do I know that everything is really bigger and it's not just me that is smaller? The thought didn't bounce around her brain for long though. The giant woman began undoing Tracy's diaper. Tracy squirmed, but the woman easily held her down with one hand while removing the diaper with the other. "Now stop fussing princess." The woman used a washcloth to clean Tracy before applying enough baby powder to make Tony Montana pay attention. Tracy sneezed as some of the white cloud got in her nose. Then all of a sudden she was lifted up by her legs while the woman slipped a new diaper in under her butt. She lowered Tracy onto it and pulled it up between her legs to fasten it. The new diaper didn't feel anywhere as good as the old one. Tracy couldn't quite put her finger on it. It felt stiff and scratchy and... dry, Tracy realised. The woman picked Tracy up again and the wonderful feeling of warmth and comfort returned. She found herself not really wanting to do anything. The woman carried Tracy back to the bedroom and sat down in the armchair, letting Tracy lie against her chest. All she wanted to do was just lie there and listen to the woman's breath and heartbeat. There was really only one thing missing. Tracy closed her eyes and tried to relax the right muscles, which was an odd thought since the muscles in question weren't even real. In no time at all, she felt the now already familiar warmth spreading down between her legs. The combination of the comfort of being held and the sudden orgasmic rush of the wet diaper was so overpowering that Tracy only managed a happy little whimper around the pacifier still stuck in her mouth. Tracy wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she noticed a small, flashing, blue light down and to the left. She forced herself to focus on it, opening a small window that announced that the tracking program had found the information it had been looking for and had shut down after making a copy. For a brief moment, Tracy thought about logging out and getting away, but she felt just so unbelievably comfortable that her work ethic was easily overpowered. Besides, Tracy told herself, she had paid for an hour and it'd just be stupid to waste the money. So she snuggled closer, feeling like she didn't have a care in the world, and closed her eyes again. After what felt like only minutes, Tracy found herself floating in front of the login page, having been unceremoniously kicked when her prepaid time ran out. It took all of her willpower not to blow the rest of the money on the Kuznetsova debit card for another hour. Tracy opened the terminal window and confirmed that Dennis was still logged in. Good. That should give me time to get out of here before he has a chance to see my car again. Tracy used the admin-privileges that her backdoor gave her and erased all traces of her connecting to the network. Then she reached for the mental off-switch and disconnected. As her consciousness rushed back into her body, Tracy realised something was very wrong. The first thing that hit her was the smell: A pungent aroma that had become all too familiar over the last week. At first, Tracy thought she had left one of the windows open, but then she realised she was sitting in a puddle of urine. "What the hell?!?" Tracy put the keyboard away and carefully eased herself out of the beanbag, making sure the urine stayed in the depression made by her butt. She had never been more happy about the vinyl cover. Grimacing with disgust, Tracy peeled off the soaked jeans and underwear and put them in a plastic bag. She looked through the overnight bag that she kept under the front seat for for a towel to dry herself off, then cleaned herself as best as she could with the hand wipes she still had left. After pulling on a pair of old sweatpants from the overnight bag, Tracy opened the side door of the van and carefully eased the beanbag out, letting the urine pour down on the pavement. She quickly wiped the beanbag off with the towel and threw it in the bag with her wet jeans before tying it shut. A quick glance at the screen showed Tracy that Dennis' computer was still connected to the network, so she got in behind the wheel, opened all the windows and left the parking lot. Heading back home, Tracy debated whether to clean the car first, but personal hygiene won out. She left the bag of wet clothes in the car and hurried inside. After a long shower and a change of clothes, she found some other dirty laundry and headed for her usual 24-hour laundromat. While sitting in the laundromat, Tracy had time to think. Why had she wet herself? When she went into a VR or remote controlled her drones, her body was paralysed. That was a normal safety feature so you wouldn't flail around and hurt yourself. And she had never wet herself before. It wasn't like she had been drinking a lot either. She had even checked if the energy drinks and bars contained any diuretics. They didn't. Lots of other unhealthy chemicals though; including, to Tracy's disgust, something that was made from the anal secretions of beavers. So the only explanation was that it had something to do with the site itself. She would have to look over the log-files. A little over an hour later, she walked out with a bag full of clean clothes. Now, all she needed to do was to clean the car, and all traces of her 'little accident' would be gone. Tracy drove to a car wash and spent the better part of an hour cleaning the back of the car, including the beanbag. When she was done, she was feeling absolutely beat. Thankfully, the drive home was short, but by the time she parked the car and stumbled out of the parking garage, she was so tired that Jamal actually offered to abandon his post and help her across the street. Thankfully the landlord had fixed the elevator, so Tracy didn't have to use the stairs. Once she was inside, Tracy left the suitcase by the door and shuffled to the bedroom, falling face first onto the bed. She pulled the pillow down over her head to drown out the loud party next door and passed out.

Not-so-lazy Sunday (Part 2) Sarah woke up in a warm haze of comfort. At some point while she slept, she must have rolled over on her back because Nikki's head was resting on her shoulder and she had her legs wrapped around one of Sarah's thighs. The only point of discomfort was the somewhat clammy heat of her big towel diapers. The plastic pants trapped the heat and made them just a little warmer than perfect. When Sarah reached down to adjust them, Nikki stirred. "Don't," she murmured. Sarah kissed the top of Nikki's head. "Good morning," she said. Nikki looked up at Sarah and grinned. "No playing with yourself." "I wasn't," Sarah protested. "Such a good girl." Nikki reached up to gently stroke her cheek. For a long while they just lay there, snuggled together; Nikki occasionally tickling Sarah's stomach and fiddling with the edge of the duct tape on her plastic panties. Eventually the sun climbed high enough to be bothersome and a low growl from Sarah's stomach spurred Nikki into action. "Sounds like it's time for breakfast." Nikki slid on top of Sarah and sat up, straddling her waist and pinning her arms to her side. She let the duvet fall off her shoulders, giving Sarah an unobstructed view of her naked body. Sarah stroked the backs of Nikki's calves with her trapped hands and licked her lips. "All of a sudden I'm hungry for something else." "Oh really," Nikki said and leaned down to kiss her. "Too bad you're not in charge then," she whispered and climbed off Sarah and out of bed. Sarah pouted. "Come on, please," she whined. "Oh stop being such a baby," Nikki put on her panties. "On second thought," she said, looking at Sarah, "don't. But no more whining. Maybe if you're a good little girl today you'll get a treat." She stepped into a pair of sweatpants and pulled them up before sitting down on the bed next to Sarah. She put a hand on the plastic panties and gave the thick cloth a squeeze. "And these stay on for now." "What?!? But none of my pants fit over them. I can't just walk around like this" "Now look who's being modest," Nikki teased. "You didn't seem to mind wearing just your diapers yesterday. Hell, you almost answered the door in them." Sarah blushed. "But they're huge," she protested, "I can't hide them when we go out. You'd have to be blind not to notice them." "Oh don't worry. I'll change you before that." "Oh," Sarah said, her relief evident even in that single syllable. "But for now you're wearing them. Now be a good little girl while I make us breakfast." "OK, but not oatmeal. I'm not a baby," Sarah said. "Despite this," she added and put her hands on her diaper. Nikki gave Sarah's collar a little tug. "I don't think you're in any position to make demands, now are you?" "No Ma'am," she said in an unconvincingly meek tone. "That's better." Nikki rose and headed for the door, picking up one of Sarah's t-shirts and pulling it on. Sarah just lay there, basking in the warm morning sun. She could hear Nikki rummaging around in the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, rattling and clattering plates and cutlery. It was almost perfect. She rolled over and reached for her phone, fiddling with it for a moment to find a radio station with some nice and quiet music before putting it back down. As she lay there, listening to the music and the sounds from the kitchen, Sarah felt a slight pressure on her bladder. She rolled over on her back and it lessened significantly. For some reason she didn't want to wet the cloth diapers. At least not right now. Slowly scratching her tummy, Sarah stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before boredom got the better of her. She heaved her legs over the side of the bed and sat up, reaching for the pyjama pants that had been just tossed on the floor the night before. She stopped, realising that they would never fit over the diapers. Instead she wrapped herself in the thick, terrycloth bathrobe before waddling towards the kitchen; her plastic panties rustling loudly with every step. Sarah stood in the doorway to the kitchen for a while, just watching Nikki. She was standing by the stove, frying... something and humming quietly, barely audible over the fan. When Sarah entered the room, Nikki glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her. "So impatient," Nikki said, putting down the wooden spoon she'd been using in the pan. Sarah shrugged and smiled as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I was hungry. And besides, you didn't say I had to stay in bed. Only that I had to keep my diapers on. And I did. See?" She opened the robe to expose the black plastic underneath. "You know, nobody likes a smart-arse," Nikki said. She grinned suggestively. "Least of all big, bad dominatrixes like me." Sarah couldn't help herself. "Dominatrices," she corrected. "Oh, now you're just asking for it," Nikki said, turning back to the frying pan. "Now be a good girl and go back to bed." "Yes Ma'am." Sarah rose and headed for the door. "And leave the coffee," Nikki said without looking back. "Seriously?" Nikki cleared her throat. "Please Ma'am?" "No. Little girls don't get coffee. Especially if they haven't been behaving themselves. Now off you go." Sarah returned to the bedroom. She took off the bathrobe and laid it across the chair in the corner. Then she lay down on top of the sun-warmed duvet and just tried to relax. It didn't work and soon she was reaching for her phone. When Nikki walked through the door ten minutes later, she found Sarah completely engrossed in her phone. She cleared her throat. Sarah looked up and saw Nikki standing in the doorway, holding a tray. "Have you seen this?" she asked, pointing indignantly at the little screen. "They're planning on letting William Shatner do a voice-over in the next Star Trek movie." "Sweetie? I think it's cute when you nerd out about things like that, but breakfast is ready, so put the phone away." Sarah put the phone on the night stand before rolling over on her back and sitting up. "No no no," Nikki said quickly. "Lie back down." "OK, but why?" Nikki put the tray down on the floor by the foot of the bed, out of view for Sarah. Then she sat down on the bed next to her. "Now, arms down." Nikki placed a finger against Sarah's lips as she was about to say something. "And no talking." Nikki rose and looked at Sarah for a moment. Then she bent down and picked up something from the tray. Grinning like a cheshire cat, she waved the fork at Sarah and said solemnly: "Petrificus totalus!" Sarah just blinked at Nikki for a few moments. Then she sighed and rolled her eyes. "And you call me a nerd?" "Oh be quiet you. You're not supposed to move." Nikki put the fork on the night stand before wrapping one half of the duvet around Sarah. Then she rolled Sarah's body over until the whole duvet was tightly wrapped around her. With a grunt of effort, Nikki heaved Sarah back to the middle of the bed. "Don't you make the cutest breakfast burrito?" Nikki picked up the tray and balanced it on the night stand before straddling Sarah's waist. "Oh, you can move again," she said, giving Sarah a squeeze with her thighs. "Yeah, like that's going to happen," Sarah said sarcastically. Nikki hooked a finger through the ring in Sarah's collar and pulled it a little. "That doesn't sound very grateful," she said. "Especially when I've made breakfast and everything." "I'm sorry, Ma'am." Sarah tried to look extra contrite. "You're lucky you're so cute." Nikki pulled off the t-shirt and threw it across the room before grabbing Sarah's shoulders and pulling her up. "Mmmphkh muh mmm," Sarah tried to say with her face pressed to Nikki's bare chest. "Now don't you go getting any ideas," Nikki said. She slid around Sarah to sit behind her and pulled her close again. Sarah leaned back, resting the back of her head against Nikki's chest. Nikki brushed the hair out of Sarah's eyes and kissed her forehead lightly. "Comfy?" "Mm-hmm." Sarah sighed and wiggled her shoulders, trying to snuggle even closer. "Good. Now open wide," Nikki said, barely waiting for Sarah to open her mouth before shovelling in a forkful of scrambled eggs. Over the next twenty minutes, Nikki fed Sarah more scrambled eggs, toast and bite-sized pieces of fried sausage drenched in ketchup. Sarah got the lion's share of the toast after Nikki realized that she was leaving quite impressive amounts of crumbs is Sarah's hair with every bite, some of them making their itchy way down her own chest. The only thing Sarah felt was missing was coffee, but she knew better than to complain. After they were done eating Nikki wiped some spilled ketchup off Sarah's chin before just wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. Every once in a while she'd reach up to stroke Sarah's hair and when she did, Sarah would make happy little sounds that just made Nikki feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They both lost track of time, but eventually Sarah turned her head and looked up at Nikki. "Ma'am?" she asked quietly. "Mmm, what is it sweetie?" "My diapers..." Sarah started, suddenly unsure how to continue. "What about them? Do you need to be changed?" Nikki reached down to give them a little squeeze through the duvet. "No Ma'am," Sarah said quickly. "It's just... Do I have to use them?" she asked hesitantly. "Well, that's what they're there for," Nikki pointed out. "Yeah, I know, but are you sure the pants will stop a leak? I mean, a little accident is one thing..." Sarah's voice trailed off as she felt embarrassment welling up inside. "That's a good point," Nikki said as she stroked Sarah's blushing cheeks. "So, do you want to use them?" Sarah shook her head slightly and wrinkled her nose a little. "Not really, no." "OK, but you're still wearing diapers today." "Yes Ma'am." "Even when we're going shopping." Nikki smiled at the little gasp Sarah made. "Did you think I'd forgotten?" "I was kinda hoping, Ma'am." "No such luck sweetie. Oh, and look at the time. We have to get ready." Nikki slid out from behind Sarah and gently lowered her down on the pile of pillows before getting off the bed and walking to the big wardrobe. "Now let's see." She opened the wardrobe. "Maybe this to hide your collar? What do you think?" Nikki held up a charcoal turtleneck. "I have to wear the collar too?" Sarah's eyes widened. "Of course," Nikki said matter-of-factly before turning back to the wardrobe. After a few moments she turned to face Sarah again. "You know what? I'm going to leave this bit up to you. But where do you keep your diapers?" Sarah nodded towards the dresser. "Bottom drawer," she said. Nikki pulled it out and moved the socks to the side to find the last of Sarah's diapers. "Ma'am?" "Yes sweetie, what is it?" Nikki began unfolding the diaper. "Can I please go to the bathroom first?" Nikki almost said something, but stopped. After a couple of seconds she said: "OK, but make it quick." She helped Sarah out of the duvet and smiled as she waddled off to the bathroom. "And bring the baby powder." When Sarah returned, significantly less padded, she saw that Nikki had unfolded the diaper and put it on the bed. She gave the bottle of baby powder to Nikki and sat down on the diaper. Nikki nudged her knees apart and stepped closer. "Lie back sweetie," she said as she popped the top of the bottle off. Sarah did as she was told and Nikki proceeded to coat her with enough baby powder to put Tony Montana's desk to shame. Sarah sneezed. "OK, maybe that was a bit much." Nikki brushed away the excess powder before pulling the diaper up and taping it in place. She helped Sarah to her feet before adding a ring of duct tape around the top of the diaper to make sure it wouldn't come loose. "You know that's not really necessary," Sarah said. "The regular tapes do the job on their own." Nikki looked into Sarah's eyes and gave her butt a quick squeeze. "Do you really want to take that chance?" she asked with wink. "Now do you mind throwing the sheet in the washing machine?" Nikki nodded towards the bed. While Sarah stripped the sheet off the bed, exposing the plastic sheet underneath, Nikki pulled down her borrowed sweatpants. She handed them to Sarah along with the t-shirt she had borrowed. Sarah could hear Nikki in the kitchen when she came out of the bathroom. She slipped back to the bedroom and tried to find some clothes that could hide both her diaper and collar without looking too strange.

I'm going to assume it wasn't too big of a surprise, considering where we are. 😁

Keeping secrets Part 5 Tracy woke up with a pounding headache and a tongue that felt and tasted like she had been licking a dirty carpet. She carefully opened her eyes and surveilled her surroundings. She was in her underwear on the sofa in Jessie and Diego's tiny living room. Outside the window the sun was rising over a pile wrecked cars in a display that would probably be quite artistic if it was a photo or a painting. But right now it was just glaringly painful. Tracy picked what she hoped was a bit of lint out of the corner of her mouth. The previous evening was a bit of a blur. She remembered using a camera drone to film almost four hours of footage of Jessie and Diego driving recklessly. Jessie had been true to her word and although there had been a couple of cases of her flashing random pedestrians or other drivers, she had stayed dressed most of the time. While Jessie and Diego had 'blown off some steam' afterwards, Tracy and Kat had had a chance to geek out. It turned out that they shared an interest in what Tracy liked to call 'circumventing computer security systems'. After that, they had ended up watching playlists of hacking scenes from old movies and drinking whenever there was bullshit hacking on the screen. After a particularly bad movie, they had taken a little break to look for snacks. Kat had gone on a little rant in which Tracy learned that she hadn't actually programmed digital drugs, but rather designed the chips themselves, making sure that they'd burn out after one use to keep people coming back for more. When they had gone back to their drinking game, the playlist had reached Hackers. Tracy could remember the first twenty minutes. Vaguely. After that, everything was worryingly blank. She was about to get up when her feet bumped into Kat lying under a blanket on the floor next to the sofa. She groaned and opened her eyes to peer up at Tracy. "You look like I feel," she croaked. "Mm-hmm," was all Tracy managed. Kat pushed the blanket aside and got up, revealing that she was completely naked. She left the blanket on the floor and shuffled towards the bathroom, giving Tracy a full view of the circuit board-pattern tattooed across her entire back. Tracy's brain slowly began adding two and two together, constantly getting to five. "Kat?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. Kat stopped and looked back at her. "We didn't..." Tracy paused. "Did we?" "Don't think so," Kat replied, not sounding entirely sure. "You're not really my type." With Kat out of the room, Tracy looked around for her clothes, finding her jeans bundled up next to the sofa and her t-shirt stuck halfway down between two of the cushions. She dressed as quickly as she managed and tried to sneak out. "Well, well, well. Doing the walk of shame, are we?" Tracy stopped, just standing there, still holding her shoes. She had forgotten that Jessie was one of the earliest risers she had ever known. It had made sleepovers really annoying when they were girls. "I..." "I mean, you two looked so cute all snuggled up together last night," Jessie continued Tracy felt a blush creep up her cheeks. "I... We... We didn't..." Jessie laughed. "I know. I'm just fucking with you. You were passed out across her lap while she was yelling at the screen. Wanna see the pictures?" Jessie held up her phone to show Tracy a picture of her and Kat on the sofa. Thankfully they were both dressed, although Kat's shirt was fully unbuttoned. "I hate you." Tracy sat down on a crate to put her shoes on. "I know," Jessie replied, still grinning. "I guess I should have warned you that Kat likes to be naked. And I don't mean just when she sleeps. Diego's parents lived in this weirdo, nudist, hippie commune in Brazil. His sister still does." "Uh-huh." Tracy tied her shoes and stood. "Anyway, are you staying for breakfast?" Tracy thought about it, but quickly came to the conclusion that it'd just be too awkward. "Thanks for the offer, but I have to get back to the office." "Duty calls, huh?" Tracy smiled and shrugged. "You know, I need money for my toys." "Speaking of toys, Kat said that the suitcase'll be ready on Tuesday or Wednesday." "Good. I think I might need it again soon." Tracy dug her keys out of her pocket and got in the car. "See you in a couple of days then. Oh, and make sure you don't use my name in the credits of your movie. I really don't need any job offers like last time." Tracy's drive back to the office was uneventful and when she pulled into the parking garage, Jamal was on duty as always. "Anyone looking for me?" Tracy asked. Jamal stopped biting the tip of his pencil and looked up from his crossword puzzle. "Not that I've noticed. Eight letters, 'state', ends with 'O, blank, A'?" "Paranoia?" Tracy suggested. "Very funny." Jamal raised the barrier and Tracy rolled past him and down the slope. Just as she rolled up the window, she heard him exclaim "Oklahoma!". When Tracy opened the door to her office, she was greeted with a gust of warm, stuffy air. Oh great. The air conditioning is on the fritz. Again. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her jacket on a chair as she crossed the room to her tiny apartment which made up the rest of her office space. She gave the air conditioning a whack, hoping it'd turn back on, but no luck. After leaving a message with her landlord about the air conditioning, Tracy opened a window and went to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, Tracy was sitting at her desk wearing nothing but a towel. Despite the shower, she was already almost as sweaty as the bottle of water in her hand. The desk fan was blowing across a tray full of ice cubes, creating a slightly cooler breeze, but it was fighting a losing battle against the heat. She checked her email, deleting the spam that made it past her filters. When that was done, there were only three left. One of them was for Alexandra Pavlova. Event Horizon had some additional details from their meeting. Tracy ignored that one. The other two were more interesting. One was from Michael Hunt, a friend of hers. He had a straight-forward surveillance job that he didn't have time for, so he wondered if she wanted it. Mike had three big problems: He didn't see how his name made it hard for people to take him seriously. Tracy had told him several times that he ought to change it. He also loved gambling, although he wasn't very good at it, and he always fell for married women. That meant he spent a lot of time hiding from bookies and angry husbands. Tracy wasn't sure which one it was now, but Mike was a decent guy so she replied and set up a meeting early the next morning. The last email was from Mrs. Devereux, asking if there was any new information. Tracy tried to keep her answer as vague as possible, in case her husband read the email. She said that some of her suspicions seemed valid but that she didn't have any solid proof yet. She added that she would let her know as soon as there were any major developments. Tracy pulled up the GPS tracker which showed her that Dennis' car hadn't moved since she had checked the previous day. I guess the Linwood incident gave him pause. Tracy figured that in order to catch Dennis, she would have to go undercover, so the rest of the day was spent creating a new online profile. She decided to make this one a 21-year-old foreign exchange student recently arrived from Turkmenistan. That'd be obscure enough that on-the-spot background questions would be easier to bluff her way through. Also, Tracy had a Russian translation program that should do a good job with the language. After doing a few searches for common Russian names, she settled on Ivana Kuznetsova, literally translating to Jane Smith. Tracy smiled a little at that. When she was finally done, the sun was setting and the temperature was finally dropping to a more comfortable level. Tracy shut down her laptop and stood. A thought bubbled to the surface of her mind: The memory of Kat walking naked and unashamed across the room in Jessie and Diego's living room. She had seemed really relaxed. I wonder... Tracy looked at the windows to make sure the blinds were closed. Then she undid the towel. It felt strange to be naked like this outside her bathroom or bedroom. Tracy walked across the office to her kitchen to throw the empty bottle in the recycling bin. It didn't really feel liberating or relaxed. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so self-conscious. Getting dressed, Tracy soon felt more comfortable. I guess I'm not moving to a weirdo, nudist, hippie commune any time soon. Knowing that she would have to stay close to Dennis' computer to keep an eye on his activity, Tracy realised she would need some supplies. Half an hour later, her van was fully stocked for an extended stakeout. A box of energy bars, half a dozen bottles of water, another half dozen bottles of Wrath, an industrial-strength energy drink, and a big bag of ice for the cooler. The only thing missing was her remote control rig. Hopefully she wouldn't need it. ~~~ The meeting next morning turned out to be a waste of time. It had taken Tracy less than ten minutes to find out that the client was a stalker with a restraining order. Tracy found it a little odd since Mike usually vetted his clients better than this. After leaving a message about it for Mike, Tracy left to do some stalking of her own. Tracy parked in the same alley as the last time and used a suction-cup mount to set up a small dish antenna on the roof of the car. Turning on the computer, she started looking through the numerous Wi-Fi-networks available. It didn't take long to find the one belonging to Smith & Smythe, and it took even less time to connect to it. They really should take their cyber security more seriously. Only minutes later, the blue dot representing Dennis' car moved in from the edge of the map. It pulled into the parking garage and stopped. Tracy kept an eye on the computers connected to the network and a little while later, his computer appeared on the list. She set up a terminal window to display the websites it connected to and sat back to wait. Now, let's see how careless you are. Several hours later, Tracy concluded that Dennis was indeed a very careful man. His computer hadn't visited anything even remotely suspicious. He had even worked through the lunch break. Tracy fumbled with the funnel as she squatted over a bottle in the back of the van. Sometimes she envied men. Peeing during stakeouts was a lot easier for them. She put the cap back on the bottle and pulled her pants back up. Then she opened the door and looked both ways before tossing the bottle into one of the containers along the wall. Based on the smell in the alley, she wasn't the first to relieve herself there, but she refused to pee out in the open. There were limits to what she was willing to do, even when on a stakeout. Dennis worked late and didn't shut down his computer until almost six o'clock. When he did, he went straight home, only stopping at a convenience store. The next days passed in the same way and Tracy found that her tolerance for boredom was nearing its limit. But at least she was getting a lot of practice with the funnel. She spent the days reading, only looking up every time her computer dinged to indicate that Dennis visited a new site. It was nearing the end of work on Friday afternoon, and Tracy was almost done with 'The Long Goodbye'. Her stomach rumbled and she looked at the remaining energy bars with loathing. She swore that once she was done with this job, she was not eating another one of those for a long time. Tracy was still debating whether to ignore the hunger or force down one more of the grainy abominations. Before she could make up her mind, however, her computer indicated that Dennis had disconnected from the network. Tracy got up and quickly took down the antenna from the roof before getting in behind the wheel and waiting for Dennis's car to start moving. It only took a few minutes before the blue dot moved out onto the street. Following at a safe distance, Tracy's heart jumped as Dennis took an unexpected turn, not heading home. "Finally," Tracy said to the GPS. "It certainly took you long enough." Dennis drove for a while longer before pulling in to the parking lot next to a nondescript brick building. Tracy knew exactly what kind of place this was. It was another place like the Linwood. The big difference was that she had been part of the team that had set up the security system there. Hopefully, the back door into their system would still work. While Dennis made his way inside, Tracy lay back in the beanbag and grabbed the keyboard. She plugged a thumb drive with her fake personal information into the slot and connected to the hotel's network. She didn't have to wait long before she saw Dennis' computer connect too. She even recognised the address he was going to. "Okay Dennis, let's see what you're hiding from your wife." Tracy reached for the fat spiral wire and plugged it into her skull. Then she copied the address and hit enter. There was the annoying tingle of an incoming signal and Tracy closed her eyes, letting her body grow heavy and numb. She found herself floating in a featureless darkness. No, not even floating; there was an absence of sensation so she wasn't really doing anything. The only sensory input was a slowly pulsing 'Connecting' in front of her. Then the darkness unfolded itself into what looked like a giant patchwork quilt. Two of patches said 'Log in' and 'New user' in softly glowing letters. Well, I'll give them points for retro chic. I haven't seen that kind of login page in ages. Tracy reached out and touched the 'New user'-button. It morphed into a form already filled out with the personal information of Ivana Kuznetsova. She noticed all options to display personal information were off by default. Discreet too. Nice touch. The payment options were next. It was either pay per hour or a monthly subscription. That was a no-brainer for Tracy who prepaid for an hour with the debit card she had attached to the profile. It took a second for the form to process the payment, but soon enough, an avatar builder appeared. These were standardised across most VR websites, so Tracy just opted to use the avatar she had already made and stored on the thumb drive and pressed the 'Enter site' button. It flashed red and made a buzzing sound, but nothing else happened. Then Tracy noticed an entry that hadn't been filled out, asking 'small' or 'large'. Going through this many servers is bound to slow things down. A low-poly avatar is probably faster. Tracy checked the 'small' box which promptly expanded into 'Option 1' and 'Option 2'. There was no explanation what the difference between the two were, but Tracy figured that the first option was the baseline experience. Since she just needed to gain access to the site to snoop around, she decided to go with that. Tracy started the tracking program in a small terminal window, and saw it was poised to leap into action as soon as she was inside. Then she pressed 'Enter site' again. This time the quilt leapt at her, enveloping her in a warm darkness. When the darkness lifted, Tracy found herself sitting on the floor in a bedroom. A very oversized bedroom. Looking down, she saw she was wearing just a t-shirt and a big, puffy diaper. "What the hell?!?"

If this is your first Nikki & Sarah story, you might want to read the previous ones first. Here's a list: Nikki & Sarah - Index thread ------------------------------------------------ Not-so-lazy Sunday (Part 1) Sarah giggled. The deep, red plush of the carpet tickled her bare skin as she crawled down the hotel hallway behind Nikki. She had to admit that it was hard not to be distracted by Nikki's butt, clad in tight, black latex pants, swaying hypnotically only inches away from her face. The surface was so polished that Sarah could see her own funhouse reflection. Suddenly she felt a tug on her collar. Apparently she had lost focus and slowed down and Nikki had pulled the leash slung over her shoulder to urge her along. They reached the railing of the mezzanine overlooking the crowded lobby and Sarah knelt by Nikki's side. "I still can't believe this is legal," she said, looking at all the people below. Nikki didn't answer. She only bent down to adjust Sarah's outfit. Although calling it an outfit was rather generous. It was really just a collection of narrow leather straps. "Mistress?" Sarah said quietly. "Yes sweetie?" "May I please go to the bathroom?" "Of course," Nikki said with a smile, "but be quick. You don't want to be late for your spanking down there." She nodded towards the lobby below where somebody was setting up some furniture that would never be seen in an IKEA catalogue. Sarah got to her feet and got a playful little swat across her butt before she hurried off towards the bathrooms. It didn't take her long to find them, but by the time she reached a stall she was close to bursting. Undoing the necessary buckles and sitting down, Sarah relaxed and let go. Hang on, something's not right h- Sarah's eyes flew open and she threw the duvet aside. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. In the dim light filtering through the curtains she could clearly see the hand-sized wet spot on the pale blue flannel sheet. She rolled out of bed and started hurriedly pulling off the sheet wanting to get them off before too much soaked through to the mattress. "Wha'?" came a sleepy voice from underneath the piled-up duvet. Shit! Nikki. One end of the duvet rose to reveal Nikki's sleepy face. She looked at the naked Sarah tugging at the sheet; confusion evident on her face. Then her gaze moved to the sheet and she realised what was happening. "It's not... I mean, this... I don't usua-" Before Sarah could finish, Nikki crawled out from under the duvet and put a finger to her lips. "It's OK sweetie," she said. "Don't worry. I'll fix this. You just go get cleaned up." Nikki gently took the sheet from Sarah's unresisting hands. Sarah just stood there paralysed; her mind was a turmoil of excuses, reasons, frustrations and things both said and unsaid. She really didn't know what to do. Nikki climbed out of bed and rolled the dry part of the sheet under the spot before turning her attention to Sarah. "It's OK honey," Nikki said. "You just had a little accident." She pulled Sarah into a hug and slowly stroked her back, whispering reassuring nothings to her. "Look at me sweetie," Nikki murmured after a while. "I'll fix things here. What I want you to do right now is just go take a shower. Can you do that for me?" Sarah sniffled and nodded. Nikki took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Nikki unbuckled Sarah's collar and put it next to the sink. "Now take your time sweetie. There's no rush." For a few seconds after the door closed, Sarah just stood there, shocked. She had wet her bed, something she hadn't done since she was a kid. Unless you count yesterday, but that was on purpose. And to make matters worse, she had done it while Nikki had been sleeping right next to her. Sarah just sat down on the toilet, feeling more overwhelmed than anything else. She could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. When she was done, she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rinse off her shame and dismay. She had just began soaping up when she heard the door open. Don't mind me," Nikki's voice said. "I'm just putting the sheets in the washer." "I'm sorry Nikki. I messed up this weekend." Nikki peeked around the shower curtain. "Will you stop saying that? You wet the bed. It's not the end of the world." "But I haven't done that since I was a kid," "Yeah, well, you haven't worn diapers and wet them all day since then either. Also, the wine probably didn't help." "But still..." Sarah protested. "Sweetie, I've already made you wet yourself on purpose. Do you really think I'd think less of you if it happened by accident?" "I guess not," Sarah mumbled, barely audible over the noise from the shower. "Good. Now finish up in here and come back to bed." Nikki withdrew her head and a few moments later Sarah heard the door close. Sarah finished showering and after wrapping her hair in a towel turban, she threw the wet towels into the washing machine and switched it on. When she opened the door to the bedroom, Nikki was just tucking in the last corner the sheet. "C'mere you," Nikki said gave Sarah a hug. "Feeling better?" "A little," Sarah admitted. "Good. Now, just so this doesn't happen again," Nikki said as she steered Sarah towards the bed, "we're going to have to take a few little-girl precautions." "What do you mean, little-girl precautions?" "Just sit down sweetie." Sarah sat down on the edge of the bed and immediately noticed that the mattress felt a little strange under the sheet. It took a couple of moments for her to connect the dots. Then it dawned on her. "Plastic sheets?" she asked incredulously. "Like I said: Precautions," Nikki said as she picked up a large towel. "Now lie back and lift your butt and let's see if I can remember how to do this." Sarah scooted back on the bed and lifted her butt off the mattress. "Legs apart." Nikki quickly folded the towel and slipped it under Sarah's butt, pushing down on her hips to signal her to lower her butt onto the thick layer of terrycloth. "You're kidding," Sarah said when she realised what Nikki was doing. "I don't need this. I'm not a baby," she complained. "Of course you're not," Nikki said reassuringly. "We're just taking some extra precautions. Besides, we need that last diaper of yours for later. Now hold these two for me." She wrapped two ends of the towel around Sarah's waist. Next, Nikki pulled the last corner up between Sarah's legs and folded the end in place. "I don't suppose you have any safety pins big enough for this?" Sarah just looked at Nikki. "Didn't think so." Nikki tore off a long strip of duct tape and used it to hold the front of the diaper in place. "There we go. Almost done," she said cheerfully and added a couple of extra strips of tape to make sure it would stay on. "And for ze pièce de résistance," Nikki said with an exaggerated French accent and held up what looked like a pair of huge, black granny panties. "What the hell are those?" "Oh you'd be amazed at what you can do with bin liners." Nikki shook the improvised plastic panties open and slid them up Sarah's legs. "Butt?" Sarah raised her hips and Nikki slid the black plastic over the white cloth and added more tape to keep it in place. "Now let's get a look at you." Sarah stood and waddled a few steps before doing an awkward pirouette. "I feel like I have half a mattress between my legs," she complained. "Maybe, but you look adorable. In fact there's only one thing missing." Nikki said. "Give me a sec." She darted out the door and returned with Sarah's collar. "There we are: Perfect." Nikki smiled as she put the collar around Sarah's neck. "I feel ridiculous," Sarah said, using both hands to adjust the bulk of her diaper. "Oh stop whining," Nikki lay down on the bed and patted the mattress in front of her, "and listen to your mistress when she tells you to get back in bed." Sarah rolled her eyes theatrically. " Yes Ma'am." Nikki chuckled as Sarah snuggled in close. She pulled the duvet over the both of them and slipped her arms around Sarah's waist. "Feel better now?" "Yeah, but it still feels weird. It's so big and thick, I can't even feel it when you're stroking it." "Um, that's probably because I'm not." Nikki patted Sarah's stomach with both hands for emphasis. "Anyway, it's just until we get more regular ones." "OK then." "Unless you end up liking them, of course." Nikki gave Sarah's neck a kiss before turning off the light.