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Chapter Eleven “I could have sworn I put you into an entire uniform this morning.” Jennifer wiped her nose, not yet ready for jokes, but thankful to be back with Nurse Ashley in an empty room where she felt at least somewhat comfortable. “Okay, looks like you’ve had a rough morning. I told you, Mrs. Stern is no joke. Let’s get you out of these clothes and ready for your next assignment.” Jennifer continued to sniffle lightly, having mostly come down from her emotional overwhelm. “I…I thought that you would just come and get me after a few hours and move me to the next room and that I would just observe everyone from the back. I didn’t expect…I didn’t…” Jennifer collapsed into tears again as Ashley removed the white button shirt. What began as Ashley reaching behind the woman to unhook her bra, turned into a deep hug, several minutes long, as the older woman continued to cry onto the young blonde’s shoulder and process her traumatic morning. “Why was Mrs. Stern so mean to me? Was that just her way of making sure that I experienced everything for my article?” Ashley helped Jennifer onto the exam table and sighed behind a kind smile as she attached the cuffs over the journalist’s head again. “No one knows who you are, Jennifer. Not even Mrs. Stern. She wasn’t under orders to ‘give you the full experience’ or anything like that. She saw a naughty girl disobeying her rules and made sure she was properly punished. It’s as simple as that.” “So…that was…real?” “Yep. The only people that know you are undercover are me and Judge Stern. Even if someone saw you last week during your tour, you are going to look pretty different by the end of the day. You barely recognized yourself earlier, and that was just a little makeup and pigtails. Wait till you see yourself when I’m done with you this time.” Jennifer closed her eyes again, thankful for the lotion across her sore bottom. She closed her eyes and found herself opening up to her nurse-turned-masseuse-turned-therapist. “I’ve never been punished before. I’ve always done what I was told. I was a good kid. I keep my head down and stay out of the way. I’ve never experienced that before.” Ashley popped her gloves off and Jennifer caught herself in the beginnings of a pitiful whine before it escaped her lips, apparently saddened that her lotioning experience was short and business-like this time. Nurse Ashley leaned in conspiratorially. “Can I tell you a secret? Life is meant to be lived, Jennifer. It’s meant to be experienced. Imagine if you actually lived and experienced the things that you wrote about instead of just observing them. You need to let go and take in the full experience here. The Academy has something to teach everybody. Even you. No one walks out of this place the same as when they walked in.” Jennifer nodded, taking in the wise words of her young nurse. “I wasn’t that different from you not too long ago. This place helped me. It can help you too if you let it.” Ashley helped Jennifer off the table and they made their way to the wardrobe for the second time in as many hours. “But..I’m not here for me. I’m here to write an article.” “Oh, really? Is that what you think?” Ashley stopped and put her hand on the nude journalist’s shoulder. “People come to this place for a reason, Jennifer. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost like people are drawn here when they need it most. When they’re at a crossroads in their life and need a new path forward.” Jennifer swallowed hard, feeling like she needed to add fortune-teller to Ashley’s growing list of job titles. “Do me a favor. Write your article. But experience this place, too. See what it has to offer and what you need to learn. It’s time to step out from the sidelines and live a little, Jen.” The journalist managed a small smile and Ashley recalled her own initial encounter with the Judge that led her here. She recognized that agreeable smile and nod and knew that Jennifer was well on her way to being a changed woman. “Come on. Let’s get you ready for the Preschool Room. It’s time to meet Miss Rachel.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Jennifer stood outside of the Preschool room, looking at the colorful door and holding Nurse Ashley’s hand. She assumed that it was all part of the preschooler experience, but couldn’t completely rule out that it was just something that the nurse was doing to help calm her down. Either way, Jennifer didn’t mind. She was nervous in a way that mirrored her childhood experiences on the first day of school, especially after her disastrous first classroom experience only moments earlier. Holding her breath, she squeezed Nurse Ashley’s hand as the door slowly opened. The room was different with people inside. That was instantly clear. It had been decades since Jennifer had been in a preschool room, but somehow it was exactly what she imagined. The room wasn’t too busy, and Jennifer was thankful for that, but it was also clear that there would be no place to sit back and observe in this room. For better or worse, she was going to have to take Nurse Ashley’s advice and experience this room. They managed to sneak in undetected, so Jennifer took advantage of her small window of time to study the occupants. There were three women sprawled out on the floor, dressed identically to her, in pinafore overall dresses. Each wore a different pastel shade, and Jennifer noted that she could easily see the women’s underpants, at least for some of them. A sassy blonde was bossing two other girls around and her bright yellow panties were on full display. The other women looked bored and annoyed, a redhead around her age and an older woman with dark hair. All wore some version of pigtails or ponytails with ribbons to complement the color of their dresses. But it was what was under the annoyed women’s dresses that intrigued her the most. They weren’t panties, but didn’t seem large enough to be diapers. Pull-ups. Her mind subconsciously filled in the word while she was still trying to figure it out. “Those are training pants? Pull-ups?” She whispered to Ashley, hoping to fly under the radar as long as possible. Ashley nodded with a sly smile. Jennifer sighed and returned the nod. “Thanks for the panties.” Ashley winked, and the pair made their way into the room, alerting a bright-eyed brunette with a big smile to their presence. “Good morning, Nurse Ashley! And who is this little cutie?” Jennifer blushed. She would normally extend a professional handshake and introduce herself, but felt like a wave or curtsy might be more in order in this strange new world. She settled for a bashful smile and hoped that Ashley would take over. “Hey, Rachel. This is Jennifer. She had a short stint with Mrs. Stern next door, but we thought this might be a better fit for her.” The two women looked at each other for a moment. Jennifer felt awkward as she was assessed by the overly perky woman before she realized this was Miss Rachel! The same Miss Rachel that she had seen diapered and covered in messy baby food only a few days before. This look suited her better, and Jennifer was having a hard time connecting the two competing images of the woman in front of her. Realizing the woman was probably too caught up in her own ordeal during her feeding to have ever noticed her presence, Jennifer kept that tidbit of information filed away for later. It would make an interesting anecdote for her article for sure. “Jennifer, it is great to meet you. My name is Miss Rachel. Welcome to my classroom!” The reporter continued to play it cool, smiling shyly and making eye contact with her new teacher and wondering what would befall her in this room. “We were just about to have snacks. Would you like to join us, Jennifer?” The woman was so warm and kind. The complete ying to Mrs. Stern’s yang. It was refreshing. Jennifer nodded and turned to Nurse Ashley, who had disappeared again when she was preoccupied with her new surroundings. Turning back to her new teacher with confusion, Miss Rachel confirmed what she was thinking. “Yep. She does that.” The bright-eyed woman leaned in conspiratorially for a whisper. “She’s like a nurse ninja.” Jennifer chuckled and smiled. They were right. This seemed like a much better fit. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “So, what are you in for?” Jennifer put down her sippy cup and looked at the blonde. She looked barely out of college, maybe Ashley’s age. “Umm, speeding?” “Yeah, that’s how they get most of us. What about you, Red?” The redhead huffed and puffed, already getting flustered with the younger girl. “I already told you, my name is Jodi. And I’m here for the same. Plus, they added a bunch of charges for resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, even possession.” She sighed and nibbled on a cracker, suddenly looking sad. “I just pushed his hand away. And then they found some edibles in my purse.” “Oh, they got you good. I’ll bet your butt is as red as your hair under those little pull-ups there, isn’t it, cutie?” “I…how could…you….hmmmph!” The blonde giggled to herself before tossing a grape into the air and catching it in her mouth. “What about you? God, you're like my nana’s age.” Jennifer looked at the other woman, who had not touched her snack and was doing her best to disengage with the group, obviously just trying to do her time and get out. Dark, choppy pigtails jutted out from the sides of her head with bright blue eyes in between. Half a century earlier, she would have looked absolutely adorable. Now, she looked as ridiculous as she surely felt. “Oh, come on grammy…you’re in here just like the rest of us. Doesn’t matter who you were out there, trust me. In this place, we’re all the same. Well, except for me. I get to wear big girl panties instead of sitting on padded bottoms like you losers that can’t keep your pants dry.” The older woman knocked her snacks and sippy cup towards the smirking blonde and stood up from the table, clearly not one to be provoked. Jennifer wasn’t sure what her plan was, but was taken aback by both the childish outburst and the infantile provocation that started it. She didn’t have a chance to see the altercation ignite before Miss Rachel was on the scene, dragging both women off by the hand towards a chair in the center of the room. The blonde was the first over Miss Rachel’s lap, clearly already used to being disciplined as she stood obediently with her hands on her head as her yellow panties were pulled down her long legs and tossed to the side. SMACK! Miss Rachel wasted no time and Jennifer wasn’t sure if she was just as skilled as Mrs. Stern or if she had already reached her limit with the smirking blonde. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jennifer watched as the girl gripped the underside of the chair and wiggled her legs, but mostly remained quiet throughout her spanking. She was released and stood next to Miss Rachel, placing her hands on her head without even being asked. Spinning around obediently, Jennifer watched as the dress was pulled up towards her shoulders and fastened with a button near her mid-back. As she faced them again, the procedure was repeated in the front until the blonde’s shame was on display. Except she didn’t look ashamed. Not even a little. The cute blonde stayed quiet and motionless with a knowing smirk as she moved her eyes to watch the show. “Brenda, I do not know what has gotten into you this morning, but it ends here. You two will learn to get along.” “Heh…Brenda…what a name…” Miss Rachel paused her scolding of a woman easily the age of her mother to turn around and pop a yellow pacifier into the now pouting blonde’s mouth. “I’m not done with you. And I think we could all use a little rest from hearing your voice for a moment.” Brenda smiled, making sure to catch the pacified girl’s eye before her attention was brought back to the woman in charge of her fate. “Hands on your head, Brenda. I need you to be a good girl for me, okay?” The woman sighed and nodded, following orders and looking forward while she resigned herself to her fate. Miss Rachel pinned her pink dress up in the front and the back before further humiliating the woman by pushing her pull-up into her crotch and pulling back the waistband to check the woman’s bottom. Brenda scrunched her face and tightened her fists above her pigtails, but knew better than to make her situation any worse before she was pulled over Miss Rachel’s lap. SMACK! Jennifer decided that the mouthy blonde was right. This place was the great equalizer. The women ranged from their twenties to at least their fifties and, while she had no idea who any of them were outside of this place, it was fair to assume that their paths likely would not have crossed. Yet, here Brenda was, bare from the waist down and pulled over her strict teacher’s lap. Just like the rebellious younger girl before her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Spankings seemed to have the same effect on all of them. Some took it better than others, but the physical pain was only part of it. The blonde was a lot more subdued now that her powers of speech were taken away, and it didn’t matter how comfortable you were with your body when you were in a humiliating situation like this. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “....oh….please…..please!!....” Jennifer was sure that Brenda didn’t even know what she was begging for, but it didn’t matter. She knew now from experience that sometimes during a spanking, a person’s brain just seemed to short wire and malfunction and say all sorts of things that they would never normally say. SMACK! Brenda stood to her feet and the bottomless twins stood on either side of Miss Rachel, glaring at each other. It didn’t matter that more than three decades and a lot of life experience separated the two of them. They were just two well-spanked girls intent on making sure the other knew that they weren’t backing down. Unfortunately for them, Miss Rachel also realized this. “Okay girls, arms up! I guess we’re not done here.” Both women complied. Not because they wanted to. But because they didn’t want to give the other the benefit of seeing them struggle under the pressure. Once Brenda was also properly pacified and both girls had their dresses removed, they stood toe to toe in nothing but their tiny white crop tops, lacy socks, and shiny buckle shoes that matched their pacifiers and hair ribbons. “Now, girls, it is important that we learn how to get along and play nice. Out there, you thought of only yourselves and that brought you here today getting your bottoms spanked. So, we are going to be kind to each other. Tell each other that you’re sorry.” Brenda stared at the blonde, quietly sucking on her pacifier, and waited for the younger woman to go first. She watched as the edges of her lips curled upward, but both women remained in a silent staring contest. “Okay, then. You had your chance. We’ll do it the hard way. Jodi, please bring me each of the girl’s cuffs from the hook by the door.” “Yes, Miss Rachel.” Jennifer watched as the redheaded woman walked towards the door where sets of cuffs that corresponded with each of their colors were hanging, waiting to be called into service. Jodi hesitated, looking at the green cuffs that matched her outfit, before grabbing the pink and yellow cuffs and returning to her pouting companions. “Thank you, Jodi. You and Jennifer may finish your snacks while I get these two situated.” The redhead sat down and smiled, reaching for a grape. “This place is nuts, huh?” “Yeah. It would be easier if D…” The two snacking women turned to see what all the commotion was about. “Mmmph? Mmmph!” “Ugh….Mmmmmph!” The two pacified women were now wrapped in a tight embrace, with their cuffs wrapped behind each other’s backs in a forced hug that neither woman seemed too happy about. They struggled and squirmed, unsure of whether it was better to match their faces together, smash their breasts into each other, or feel their smooth pussies pushed against each other. SMACK! SMACK! “Stay still this instant or I will get the thigh cuffs as well.” Both women stared into each other’s wide eyes, suddenly more eager to cooperate and move past their shared burden. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blonde whined and thrust herself into the older woman as she tried to get away from the barrage of beatings as Miss Rachel doled out the rest of her punishment. “Mmmmph!” “Mmmph! Mmmmph!” Jenifer took Jodi’s cue and finished her snack, not wanting to incur any of the preschool teacher’s dark side. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “You two will stay like this until I release you. When I do, I hope that you are ready to apologize.” Both women nodded, the handles of their pacifiers clicking together, as they held each other tightly in a forced hug. “Jodi and Jennifer, thank you for being so obedient and kind. Would you be my helpers and clear the table for me?” The women did as they were told, whispering quietly to each other as they got rid of any evidence of snack time and presented themselves back to Miss Rachel to await their next instruction. “Thank you, girls. Hmmmm, I think it’s time for a potty break. Lift your dresses for panty inspections!” ------------------------- Grab the completed story HERE OR Come and hang out with dozens of other deviants on Ream and SubStar to read the rest of this story, Captured at the Cabin, Break In at the Mechanical Nursery, and a whole lot more.

Chapter Five Paige enjoyed the warmth of the summer sun on her fair skin. It had been months since she had been outside and she couldn’t remember if sunshine had always made her feel this radiant and happy or if today was a particularly special day. Her hair was styled to perfection, and she was wearing her prettiest dress. Paige looked up to her Mommy, who smiled down at her as she continued pushing the large stroller. She squeezed her favorite plush teddy bear and sucked on her pacifier, with bright eyes taking in the scenery as they embarked on their new adventure. “We’re almost there, Princess. Who’s my best good girl?” “Meee!!” “That’s right. And you look so pretty today, Princess Paige!” Paige smiled at the compliment and looked down at her ruffled dress and white tights. She did look pretty today, and it was important that today, of all days, that Paige looked her best. “Oh, hey Meredith! You ready?” “Yep, let’s see what those rugrats are up to…” Paige giggled as the guard made silly faces at her before letting the trio of women into the building where they were promptly met by a radiant redhead in an expensive business suit. “Ladies, I’m so glad you made it. And Paige, it looks like you’ve been a very good girl for your mommy. Who is this?” Paige beamed and held up her fluffy bear, letting her pacifier fall from her wide lips to dangle at the end of the pacifier clip. “Snuggly Bear!” “Why Hello, Mr. Snuggly Bear. I’m pleased to meet you. My name is Mrs. Kensington” Paige reached out her bear’s plush arm for a handshake that was quickly reciprocated by the smiling director. “Pleased to meet you.” The diapered woman giggled at the low voice that she used for the bear and bashfully replaced her pacifier, looking up at the stunning redhead with wide, eager eyes. “Well, if they were all this easy to train, I would be out of a job.” The woman laughed as Mrs. Kensington led them through the first locked door. “Let’s start with the girls. Right this way.” She ushered the woman into a long hallway. The echoes of three pairs of designer heels and the low hum of the custom stroller’s wheels were the only sounds for several seconds before the redhead turned to speak. “When Haley and Krystal arrived, they were quite belligerent and unruly. If I may speak frankly, they were brats. Plain and simple. These were girls who were used to getting their way and using their feminine charms to make that happen. We made it quite clear upon their arrival that would no longer be the case.” “We start them all with one week in the Newborn Ward. You can see some of our more recent arrivals there now.” Paige had to stretch her head to be able to see into the large viewing window from her vantage point securely strapped into her stroller. There were three adults in large hospital cribs; soft mattresses with clear plastic on all sides. Two were swaddled tightly in blankets while one wore only a soiled diaper and soft, pink restraints. All three wore a thick blindfold and pacifier gag. “We have two girls and a boy this week. This couple didn’t even last a week with their new owner and the other girl was sent here before she was sold because of poor behavior during her and her husband’s intake process. They all learn eventually. Some are just a little more stubborn than others.” Meredith leaned forward to speak and Paige wasn’t sure if the terrible woman was nervous or excited as she anxiously patted her fingers together as she spoke the question they all wanted to know. “So…what happens in there?” Mrs. Kensington smiled, always eager to enlighten others about the benefits and specifics of their important work at The Nursery. “In the Newborn Ward, they are reborn. For one week, they cannot see, speak, or communicate in any way. All of their needs are met. They are fed through the pacifier gags, their diapers are changed frequently, and they are all wiped down head to toe each day. We cut their hair to strip them of their old identities and also for their cleanliness.” “Oh, the women too?” “Yes, Ma’am. We don’t need to shave them smooth, but have found that a simple buzz cut all the way around has the desired effect. If you follow me, I’ll show you to our next area.” Paige set Snuggly Bear into her lap and reached her hands up to caress her long blonde pigtails and frowned. “Don’t worry, little one. No one is taking your pretty hair.” Paige nodded sadly and stroked her hair as she was rolled to the next destination. “This is our O Ward. After seven days in the Newborn Ward, the sense of touch is heightened as it has been their only connection to the outside world. In this room, we test their orgasmic response to determine if orgasm control or orgasm denial would be the better treatment for them going forward.” Paige craned her neck and immediately dropped her pacifier from her dazed lips. A man was restrained on all fours on a table in front of them. A woman was milking him from beneath with both hands while another worked a gloved fingered inside of his smooth bottom. His eyes were open but his vacant stare seemed to imply that he was barely aware. Paige watched with alarm as the man moaned and quivered as the women continued to fondle and tease him far past the point of pleasure. They did that to Rick? My Rick? The diapered blonde was still contemplating that thought when she saw two long legs stretched in front of the next window and leaned forward to get a glimpse. Mrs. Kensington sighed and clicked her tongue. “She is one of the worst cases we’ve ever seen. Her husband falls within normal ranges, but Samantha here must have been holding in a lot of repressed thoughts. They were both college professors and must have angered the wrong student.” Paige stared as the woman screamed into her pacifier gag. She had small vibrators attached to each nipple with pink tape and a powerful vibrator pressed between her legs. With her legs bound in what Paige definitely recognized as ‘Diaper Change Position’ the poor woman was vulnerable and exposed to whatever they wanted to do to her. “How long do they stay there?” “Exactly twenty-four hours. They aren’t under such intense treatment at all times, but are always attached to at least some sort of vibrating stimuli. Typically on the lowest setting. We want to keep them desperate and needy and then drain them completely.” Mrs. Kensington led them further down another hallway. “By this point, they are all exhausted and we bring them here to the Infant Ward. It is here that they first meet their Caregivers, who will stay with them throughout their time with us. Each Caregiver has only one little boy or girl to attend to so we can be sure to devote the most care and attention possible. Only the best here at The Nursery!” Cribs lined the outer walls with a large changing table in the middle of the room and play mats scattered throughout. A man and woman crawled and played on the floor as another couple looked on desperately from their separate cribs. “There are a few different levels in the Infant Ward and each new level must be earned through good behavior. For the first week, each man or woman is placed in their own individual crib. The pacifier remains in place at all times and they are also either in locking padded mittens or onesies with attached mittens. They are alone, cannot do anything for themselves, and must watch on as the higher levels play and experience freedom.” “We tried dozens of iterations of this place before we got it right. The key was breaking them down to nothing and then building them back up one piece at a time. In the beginning, they realize that even being able to see or speak or move are privileges that can be taken away. After our initial treatment they truly are reborn. They may have been professors or engineers out there, but that life fades away quickly in here.” “See that couple in the back? They’re multi-millionaires. They cheated some friends out of a business deal and were sent here as retaliation. They aren’t thinking about their fancy vacations or summer homes. Caroline, back there in the crib, is in her mid-thirties. She isn’t thinking about the fancy jewelry and brunches that she’s missing back home. She’s thinking about how badly she wants to brush that dolly’s hair with Melody down there on the floor. Melody was a fitness instructor, by the way. Caroline is watching Melody eat her baby food in the high chair every day and salivating. She would do anything to get out of the crib and drink something besides yucky formula.” “And so it continues. Each new privilege gives them another tiny piece as they are granted more and more freedom. But any time they make a mistake, they are pushed back down the ladder…sometimes all the way back to the Newborn Ward. Melody here was very stubborn. But after her second time back to the Newborn Ward she has learned to be a very good girl for us. Her husband waited patiently for her and Melody worked hard until she was reunited with him. It’s sweet to see them together again.” “Over time, they are allowed out of their pacifier gags and restrictive mittens and are allowed to play with more toys, eat more foods, and wear prettier clothes. Though, none as pretty as yours, Paige!” Paige snapped out of her trance to smile approvingly at the chuckling director. “Most spend weeks or months in the Infant Ward before moving to the Toddler Ward. Here they are given more freedom. It is common for boys and girls to move back and forth between the Infant and Toddler Wards multiple times before they fully accept their place. Krystal just got back from her latest stint in the Infant Ward yesterday.” Mrs. Kensington pointed to the side of the room where Krystal was happily jumping with another woman in oversized baby bouncers. “In the Infant Ward, orgasms and any sensual touches are strictly prohibited. We want their focus on obedience and the simplicities of their new infantilized life. When they earn their spot in the Toddler Ward they are teased often during changes and bathtime and can earn orgasms with good behavior. Krystal was a very good girl yesterday and earned twenty minutes in the Buzzy Bouncers this morning.” “When they are punished, it is because of childlike responses and inability to control their impulses. I’m sure you had to punish Paige for silly things like thinking she was an adult, but in this room we see smacked little bottoms for things like not sharing or humpies without permission.” “Humpies? Do they have sex with each other in there?” “Oh, no ma’am. Even the husband and wife pairings rarely think of themselves as romantically connected at this point in their training. It is more about a primal, physical urge, almost like an itch that they have to scratch. They can’t control it, like you or me. But they reserve most of their energy for Mr. Bear in the corner back there, though they are supposed to earn their humpy time with Mr. Bear. That’s why Haley’s red little bottom is on display back there next to her accomplice.” Paige lifted high in her stroller seat and recognized the plump bottom standing next to the ten-foot-stuffed bear. “She’s going to need to put a frowny face on her chart for that one. I think she’s only one away from getting demoted back to the Infant Ward.” “And Rick? I don’t see him.” “Oh, ummm…oh, there he is! Behind the tower of blocks!” Paige looked over and beamed at the sight of her husband. Ever the engineer, Rick had constructed an amazingly intricate castle using the blocks on hand and a few other toys and supplies. He was hard at work, building another turret as the others looked on in awe. “He’s something else, isn’t he? He was so fussy when he first got here and spent a lot of his time in the Infant Ward. But now? Look at him.” Paige held her fingers up to the glass, longing to touch her husband again, and so proud of him for everything he was building. “It turns out, Rick just had some creative energy he needed to unleash. The blocks were brought in during his last Infant Ward stay. We try to rotate the toys to keep them entertained.” “When he returned, Rick spent hours every day in his crib staring at the blocks and waiting for his turn. You can tell he had probably constructed this in his mind hundreds of times before he was allowed to play with them. We can use their eagerness and anticipation to reward them. Rick works hard and controls his temper so that he can play with his blocks every day.” “Mommy?” Tiffany bent down to talk to the pretty diapered blonde. “Yes, Paige?” “Ummm…can I see Rick?” “Well, we can see him right through there. He’s hard at work, isn’t he?” Paige looked down and held her stuffed bear. She replaced her own pacifier and squeezed the bear as she sighed. “Mrs. Kensington? Would it be possible for Paige and I to visit with Rick for a few moments?” The redhead furrowed her brow and sighed. “That is a highly unusual request, TIffany. I’m afraid that we normally do not allow fraternization while in treatment. Though Rick has been doing well lately, I would hate to see him backslide..” “Please?” Mrs. Kensington looked down at the pitiful diapered woman that was at least ten years older than her. Her big, blue eyes looked up with such sincere sorrow and desperation that there was simply no other choice that could be made. The director sighed with a sly smile. “Okay. I can get you in for five minutes.” The director looked down at the smiling woman, tightly hugging her stuffed bear and smiled. “She’s good. Give us a few minutes to get him ready. We’ll meet you in the viewing room down the hall.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Rick sat in the room, alone, and wondered what he had done wrong. He shared blocks when asked and let other people help, even when they did everything wrong and he had to go back and fix everything later. He drank all of his bottles and opened his mouth obediently for every bowl of disgusting baby mush. Rick was so good, in fact, that he often earned time in the Buzzy Bouncers or a special diaper change with bonus rubs. He took his morning spankings like a good boy, no longer holding back and crying openly as required. They had never taken him out in a stroller before. He pulled at his wrists and sighed. Rick didn’t like being restricted with restraints again and it had been weeks since he had last been tied down. He looked down at the flopsy rabbit on his lap. At least they let me bring… The door opened before Rick had the chance to finish his thought. He looked to the side to see another stroller being pushed in and strained his neck to try to see who else had gotten in trouble with him. But she didn’t look like the other girls here. In the place of the short, chopped hair of his playmates this woman had long, blonde pigtails. Looking between the pigtails, Rick saw the beaming face of his first true love and let his pacifier fall out of his mouth. “Hunny Bunny.” Paige blushed and smiled, surprised at the anxious butterflies fluttering in her tummy at seeing her husband again. Her heart warmed as she heard the sound of his pet name for her on his lips again. “That’s right, Rick. This is Hunny Bunny.” His Caregiver, a matronly woman in her 50s, stepped forward to show everyone the stuffed rabbit in his lap and smiled down at him. Rick’s eyes never left the diapered blonde’s seated across from him. “It looks like you’ve been a very good boy, Rick. If you keep it up, it may be time to take you home soon.” Paige kept smiling and Rick finally broke eye contact to look past his wife’s face to that of his tormentor and captor. The one that had put him here and made his life hell. The one that had separated him from his wife. “Do you mean it, Mommy? Can he come home with us? “Well, that would be up to Mrs. Kensington…and Rick. Would you like that Rick? Would you like to come home with us?” “Yes, Mommy!” Rick did not hold back and used the hated name with reckless abandon. “Please, Mommy! Let me come home.” Tiffany looked at the changed man in front of her beaming like a true mother at hearing the diapered man call her by her chosen name for the first time. At how he called his former place of captivity, ‘home’. At how genuinely happy he looked to see Paige and be reunited. “Mrs. Kensington, we will be taking Rick home with us today. Please make the necessary preparations.” -------------------- SubStar | Ream | Amazon

How This Story Works This is an interactive regression series where you help decide what happens. Each week, readers vote on key story elements—who gets processed, how they’re punished, and what choices are made along the way. A new chapter will drop every weekend based on the results. Your votes shape the story. I don't choose her fate. You do. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 🗂️ Here's the setup: Not every girl is ready to inherit a fortune. Some are too reckless. Too entitled. Too broken. Too proud. When a wealthy family deems their heir emotionally unfit to receive their inheritance, there’s only one woman they call: Ms. Langley. She’s not a therapist. Not a disciplinarian. She’s an Adjuster. No one knows exactly who she is or where she came from—only that when a powerful family needs their daughter, niece, or wayward granddaughter fixed before the money transfers, they send her in like a scalpel to fix the problem. Her job is simple: strip away entitlement, arrogance, resistance—and rebuild something manageable in its place. Each girl receives a tailored regression experience: a custom nursery, a handpicked caretaker, targeted humiliation, and a structured descent into dependency—crafted specifically to unravel her. There is no fixed timeline. No countdown. They’re done when Ms. Langley says they are. And by the time the trust fund clears and the check is in their hands, the girl who walks out is exactly the girl they paid for. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 👀LET'S MEET OUR GIRLS: -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 👑 Ava Sinclair – The Princess Brat Age: 22 Trust Fund: $14 million Violation: Total financial irresponsibility Attitude: Smug. Glittery. Entitled. Ava thinks the rules don’t apply to her—and honestly, they never have. She’s never paid a bill, never worn anything off the rack, and never heard the word no without turning it into a pouty negotiation. Now she’s being re-evaluated for inheritance access, and she’s rolling her eyes through every step of it. 🍼 She thinks she’s in charge. The program is about to remind her she’s not. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🖤 Raven Voss – The Reluctant Heiress Age: 24 Inheritance: $27 million from a grandfather she never met Backstory: Grew up broke and angry. Hates needing help. Raven spent her whole life broke, bitter, and underground. She was raised in foster homes, learned survival in DIY punk clubs, and trusts no one. When a dead billionaire’s will named her as next of kin, she thought it was a scam. It wasn’t. There’s $27 million waiting—but there’s a catch: to get the money, Raven must agree to regression and total compliance. But Raven doesn’t submit. Not to anyone. But she wants that future. Bad. 🍼 She said yes for the money. She didn’t know what it would cost. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 📚 Sabrina Dahl – The Overachiever Who Swore She’d Earn It Age: 21 Inheritance: $6.5 million in family money she walked away from Backstory: Chose the hard path on purpose. Now she’s desperate. Sabrina could’ve had it all handed to her. But she didn’t want it like that. She changed her last name to match her favorite childhood author, determined to make it on her own merit. She aced her way into an Ivy, and launched her own startup from scratch. Everything was working—until it wasn’t. Her funding collapsed. Her board dissolved. And now? Sabrina needs cash and fast. The fastest way is crawling back to her family and agreeing to this. She says it’s “just for the funding.” But humiliation hits harder when you think you're above it. 🍼 She earned her independence. Now she has to give it up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🗳️ AND NOW...YOU DECIDE. WHO SHOULD GO FIRST? Drop the girl's name in the comments or vote in the poll. The first chapter drops next weekend. VOTE HERE: SubStar | Ream | Amazon (The first round of voting will be open to ALL tiers.)

CHAPTER FOUR “A girl’s night sounds so fun. What do you think, Kaleigh?” “Umm, yeah, sure. Sounds good.” Kaleigh tried to match the smile of the woman who’d asked, but it felt forced, like the grin she’d slap on during team photos right after she’d taken a stick to the shin. She watched as her friends splintered off down the narrow, winding road, each heading to a different guest home for the night. It was kind of cute, she supposed—a quaint town ritual, everyone being hosted by families like some wholesome exchange program. But she would’ve much rather been in a hotel suite with her teammates, a couple bottles of cheap wine and a pack of cards, not scattered to the wind like kids at summer camp. “You are just too cute,” the woman beside her said softly, leaning in with a gentle touch to her arm. “I bet you get that a lot.” “Oh, umm… thanks,” Kaleigh stammered, her voice faltering for just a second. It was true—she was cute, with that round, sweet face and big, wide-set eyes. She knew how to wield it like a weapon, how to twist it just so that people underestimated her until she slipped past them, stick in hand, and buried the ball in the net. On the field, she was a nightmare to cover—too fast, too sneaky, too determined. She watched Hannah—her biggest rival for that coveted top scorer slot—head off down the road, laughing with some hot local guy and her stomach twisted. Hannah was using the same tricks she’d always relied on—flirty smiles, puppy-dog eyes, that helpless little giggle that made defenders back off and lose track of her—and doing it better. Kaleigh chewed at the inside of her lip. Ugh. Whatever. She wasn’t here to play second to Hannah tonight, even if the “game” was nothing more than the weird social rituals of a town she’d never heard of before. She was sure she’d be hearing all about Hannah’s night with the local town hottie when they piled onto the bus tomorrow. “Weren’t you the one that went flying in at the diner?” Vicky said with a teasing smile, edging Kaleigh with a faint nudge to her lower back as she steered her up the path toward their modest home. “Oh, yeah… sorry about that,” Kaleigh said quickly. “I just— I really had to pee.” She really had. And she still did. The sign on the bathroom door in that tiny, too-bright diner—“OUT OF ORDER”—had been a gut-punch. She’d tried to play it cool, bouncing her leg under the table and sucking down glass after glass of lemonade she definitely shouldn’t have had. But by the time they reached the porch of the Sheriff’s home, her thighs were pressed tight together, and every step felt like a test she was seconds from failing. “You look a little… flushed, dear,” Vicky said in her overly-polite drawl, her hand resting lightly on Kaleigh’s back. “Oh, I’m fine,” Kaleigh lied, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. But Vicky paused at the door, fumbling with the keys. It took forever—she was talking, chattering about the town’s annual festival, about how she’d just love to show Kaleigh around in the morning. Kaleigh nodded along, even as a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her neck. She couldn’t even hear half of what Vicky was saying over the rushing sound in her ears. “Could I maybe… use your bathroom first?” she finally managed to ask, her voice thin and tight. “Oh, of course, dear. Just let me get these keys sorted. The Sheriff is so particular about safety and rules. There’s always one that sticks in the lock. Such an old house, you know?” Kaleigh nodded again, forcing her hands into fists so Vicky wouldn’t see them shaking. She bit her lip and tried to think about something—anything—other than the growing ache in her bladder. The door finally swung open and Kaleigh stepped inside, relief flooding her face at the sight of the bathroom door off the main hall. She took a step forward— “Oh, wait—hang on, Kaleigh,” Vicky said, her hand on Kaleigh’s shoulder. “I know you’re in a rush, but could you just slip off your shoes? I just mopped the floors.” Kaleigh froze. Her eyes flicked to the bathroom, only a few steps away. She hesitated, but bent to unlace her sneakers. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the knots. One more step, just one more step, you’ve got this. But as she straightened, she felt it: the sudden, mortifying warmth spreading down her thighs. A hot, unstoppable trickle that turned into a flood, soaking through her thin shorts and splashing onto the polished wood floor. “Oh—oh God, no—” she gasped, her face going red as she clamped her thighs together, but it was too late. Tears pricked at her eyes. She felt small, pathetic. Like she was seven years old again, too embarrassed to even look at Vicky. Vicky’s expression softened as she watched the small blonde’s face crumple. “Oh, sweetie,” she cooed gently, brushing a strand of hair from Kaleigh’s cheek. “Accidents happen. I’m sure you’ve had a long day. Let’s just get you cleaned up, okay?” Kaleigh sniffled and nodded, a tear slipping down her flushed cheek. She wanted to argue—to insist that she never had accidents, that this was a one-time thing—but the words wouldn’t come. She just stood there, mortified, as Vicky guided her deeper into the house, promising over and over, in that sickly sweet tone, that everything would be okay. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o The quiet hallway echoed with the steady click of Vicky’s heels on the polished hardwood, each step measured and calm. Kaleigh shuffled along behind her, the wet cotton of her socks squelching softly with every step. She tried to step lightly, to keep the noise down, but it didn’t help. Her socks stuck and slipped on the wood, leaving faint, dark prints in her wake. Every squish felt like a spotlight on her shame, a reminder of what she’d just done. Kaleigh’s heart pounded in her ears, her wet shorts clinging uncomfortably to her thighs. She barely registered the door Vicky opened—just a faint whiff of something sweet and familiar, the soft colors of the walls blurring in her vision. She was too focused on what she’d done. On the warm, humiliating dampness between her legs and the dark trail of wet footprints she’d left behind. She caught a faint glimpse of soft pink and white out of the corner of her eye, but her mind was on fire with embarrassment. “I… I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her voice cracking. She couldn’t meet Vicky’s eyes. She wanted to sink into the floor, to vanish completely. Vicky’s hand was warm on her shoulder, her touch steady and calm. “Don’t be silly, dear,” she said, her voice sweet and kind. “It was just a little accident. It could happen to anyone.” She stood there awkwardly, arms wrapped around herself, as Vicky moved in closer. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said softly, her hands already at Kaleigh’s waistband. Kaleigh’s hands shot down, grabbing at her shorts. “Wait—please. I can just—” But Vicky’s hands were gentle and insistent, her voice calm and final. “No, sweetie. Let me.” Kaleigh’s eyes darted around the room, looking for some excuse, some exit, but she had nothing. She let out a shaky breath and let her hands drop as Vicky peeled her wet shorts down, slow and careful, like she was handling something fragile. The cold air hit her skin and Kaleigh shivered, her cheeks burning. Her eyes flicked to a mobile hanging above a large crib, to a rocking chair in the corner, to the faint, childish patterns on the walls. Why are we in a nursery? she thought, but the question was lost in the rush of heat flooding her face as Vicky reached for her panties. “Please,” she whispered, her voice thin and small. “I can just… do it myself.” But Vicky just gave her that same sweet, patronizing smile. “Shhh. Let me take care of you, Kaleigh.” She tugged Kaleigh’s panties down next, and Kaleigh’s breath caught in her throat. She pressed her thighs together, but it didn’t do anything to hide how exposed she was. “Yeah, but… I can just—like, use your bathroom and clean myself up,” Kaleigh said quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s fine. Really. I’m not… I don’t need…” She trailed off, swallowing. She hated how small her voice sounded, how pathetic she must look standing in her wet panties like a child. She tried to keep her chin up, but it was so humiliating. Like she wasn’t just a grown woman standing in a nursery half-naked—she was a little girl again, with someone else wiping away her mess. Vicky began to wipe her down, gentle but thorough and Kaleigh squirmed, her hands flexing at her sides. “Please—I can do it myself. Just give me the cloth, okay?” Vicky didn’t answer and kept wiping, slow, careful strokes that made Kaleigh want to crawl out of her own skin, until she was clean and felt absolutely raw with shame. When Vicky was done, she reached for a small package on the shelf. Kaleigh’s eyes went wide. “Umm… what?” Kaleigh blurted, her voice a half-laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “You can’t be serious. Those are for… like… actual children.” “It’s just for tonight,” Vicky said soothingly, as if that made it any less mortifying. “Just to be safe, dear. You had a little accident already, and we wouldn’t want to risk another one, would we?” Kaleigh felt her stomach drop. She hated how small she was, how easy it was for people to assume she was younger than she was. She was 5’1”, not five. Vicky’s expression didn’t change. “Kaleigh, I know this is hard. But I still have to clean up the mess you made at the front door—and I can still see your little drips through the hallway. You don’t want to make another mess while I’m cleaning everything up, do you?” Kaleigh froze, her cheeks burning. She opened her mouth to argue but… Vicky was right. “I… I guess,” she muttered finally, her shoulders slumping. Vicky gave her that same warm, maternal smile and guided her feet into the pull-up, sliding it up her legs like it was totally normal. Like it was no big deal that Kaleigh—Kaleigh Turner, the D1 prospect and team’s leading scorer, the girl who never let anyone push her around—was standing here in a goddamn Goodnite, just letting it happen. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. But she just stood there, her face hot and her heart hammering. “There now,” Vicky said softly, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead again. “All safe and sound. Make yourself comfortable and let me take care of that little mess you made in the hallway, okay?” Kaleigh could only nod, feeling smaller than she’d ever felt in her life. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “Umm… can I help?” she called out a few moments later, her voice coming out small and uncertain. Kaleigh watched Vicky from the door as the woman calmly knelt to scrub the dark trail of wet footprints in the hallway. The padded pull-up clung around her hips in the most humiliating way, every small shift of her weight making it crinkle softly. She tried to keep her hands at her sides, but couldn’t help tugging at her shirt, trying to pull it lower but it didn’t work. She still felt… ridiculous. The gentle swish of the sponge and the faint scent of cleaner filled the air, and Kaleigh felt her face go hot all over again as Vicky looked up, her smile warm but her eyes firm. “No, sweetie. You’re a guest in this home. And besides, you’ve done enough for tonight, don’t you think?” Kaleigh swallowed and nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. She shifted from foot to foot and didn’t know what to do with herself. Stand here and watch? Go back to the room? She hovered in the doorway for another minute before turning back down the hall. She needed something—anything—to distract her from the fact that she was basically wearing a kid’s diaper in some stranger’s house. She drifted back into the room, her eyes darting around like she was seeing it for the first time. The crib in the corner looked almost absurdly large, the mattress covered in soft pastel sheets. A row of picture books sat neatly on a low shelf, each one worn at the edges like it’d been read a hundred times. A stuffed rabbit with floppy ears leaned against the wall, one button eye missing. Kaleigh’s stomach twisted at how deliberately babyish it all felt—like the room itself was stuck in a time warp. She ran her fingers over the edge of the crib absentmindedly, trying to calm the anxious flutter in her chest. Vicky must have kids. Or… or maybe she babysits? But the longer she stood there, the more that explanation didn’t feel right. There were no family photos in the room, no signs of actual children anywhere else in the house. Just this nursery. This perfect, pristine oversized nursery. She pulled back, hugging her arms around herself. She wanted to find her friends, make some jokes, laugh about how weird this all was—but she was alone. Kaleigh hesitated, then lifted the hem of her oversized shirt just enough to peak at the ruffled pink waistband. She dared a glance in the nursery mirror, staring at how the thick padding clung to her hips and curved around her ass. She yanked the t-shirt down and peeked out into the hallway again. Vicky was still scrubbing, humming softly to herself like she was cleaning up after a toddler who’d tracked in mud. Kaleigh’s cheeks flamed and she ducked back into the nursery, unable to bear another second. She noticed another door off the hallway and thought about exploring—anything to get her mind off the humiliating crinkle between her legs. But some small voice inside her, something instinctive and wary, told her not to. This wasn’t her house. That would be rude. So she stayed in the nursery, awkward and quiet, as Vicky finished cleaning up the mess she’d made. Each second felt like an hour. And each second made her feel a little smaller, a little more trapped. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Vicky came back into the nursery humming softly under her breath, wiping her hands on a dish towel like she’d just finished cleaning up after dinner, not the humiliating parade of puddles Kaleigh had left in her wake. She gave Kaleigh a warm smile, her eyes calm and bright. “All cleaned up out there, dear,” she said in that same sweet, patient tone. “Like it never happened.” Kaleigh stood there in the oversized t-shirt, tugging the hem lower as she shifted from foot to foot. She felt so exposed. “I’m sure you’re feeling much better now too, hmm?” Kaleigh managed a small nod, her cheeks burning. “Um… do you have my clothes?” Kaleigh asked, her voice small as she tugged at the hem of the oversized t-shirt for the millionth time, feeling the cool air on her bare legs. Vicky looked up from the laundry basket she’d carried in from the hall and gave her a gentle smile. “Oh, sweetie. I tossed your wet clothes—and everything else you brought—into the wash. You made quite the mess out there,” she said lightly, like it was just a minor inconvenience. “But don’t worry, they’ll be clean and fresh for tomorrow.” Kaleigh’s face flushed. All my clothes? Even the clean stuff? She opened her mouth to argue but hesitated. The thought of making a fuss about it felt… petty. Like she’d already embarrassed herself enough for one night. She shifted her weight, looking down at her bare legs, the faint crinkle of the pull-up under her t-shirt reminding her exactly how childish she looked and cleared her throat, trying to sound casual, even though her cheeks were burning. “Okay.. Do you… um, do you have any shorts or sweats or something I could wear?” she asked, her voice a little too quick. She hated how small she felt in this moment—how much she hated having to ask for clothes like a child. Vicky looked up from where she was folding a blanket, her smile soft and patient. “Of course, sweetie. Let’s see…” She crossed the room and opened a small dresser, rummaging around until she pulled out a folded set of pale yellow pajamas covered in tiny cartoon ducks. Kaleigh’s stomach dropped. She stared at them, her cheeks going even hotter. “Oh. Um… that’s…” she stammered. “Aren’t these just precious?” Vicky said softly, her eyes soft but her tone leaving no room for argument. “This should be just about your size, I think..” They looked… childish. Like, straight-up toddler-level cutesy. Kaleigh stared, her stomach flipping. She shook her head quickly. “No. That’s… I’m good,” she said quickly, her voice cracking as she tugged the t-shirt lower. “I’ll just stick with this.” She tried to keep her tone light, casual, like it wasn’t a big deal. But inside, her heart was thudding. She’d rather die than put on those ducky pajamas. Vicky’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Alright, dear,” she said calmly, folding the pajamas back up and slipping them into the drawer. “Whatever makes you comfortable.” Kaleigh just nodded stiffly, swallowing down the sour taste in her mouth. Comfortable was not the word she’d use. But she’d take the oversized t-shirt over those baby pajamas any day. She shifted her weight, feeling the padding push into her in a way that felt so wrong, and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. But the truth was… she couldn’t. She felt so small, so weirdly little, and there was no hiding it. Vicky turned back to her and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Alright then,” she said softly. “Let’s get you settled for bed.” --------------------------------- The Sweet Hollow series is a psychological thriller mystery. Follow along as Kaleigh and the other girls from the bus discover the mysteries of this sleepy little town that seems determined to turn them into little girls. 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CHAPTER SEVEN Brian’s hands and legs were locked in place and he had already been stripped down to just his diaper, which lay opened between his widely spread legs. More of a grow-er than a show-er, Brian always hated gym class and usually found a way to sneak into a stall to change or wore his gym shorts under his normal clothes. But he wasn’t the same man that he was then. College had given Brian the opportunity to reinvent himself and his gym rat roommate dragged him along for many hard nights in the gym. Brian was far from a meathead these days, but the definition and control of his much stronger body had surprised even himself. Ever the nerd, he took the late night gym opportunities to oscillate between podcasts about body fat and muscle growth and more nerdy podcasts better suited to his academic studies. A shiny new apple with a bruised core, Brian’s outward change had not yet reflected on his inner monologue and he struggled as his hairless manhood was once again put on humiliating display for the ladies. “Anomaly Detected: Unauthorized Emission Identified. Protective Action Required.” Brian froze as the robotic words echoed his shameful deed and turned his head to see if his female counterparts had heard the latest pronouncement. The look in their eyes said everything he needed to know and Brian winced as the cold wipes touched his sensitive skin, as thorough as they were mortifying. He didn’t remember reading anything about Unauthorized Emissions, but he also didn’t remember seeing anything about whatever this Romeo and Juliet protocol was, either. Lola had gone through the machine with no additional steps, and Brian tensed as something pink went past his head and down his body. Lifting his head, Brian tried to make sense of what was happening below his waist. The mechanical hands had a firm hold of his manhood and he felt the cool touch of smooth plastic against his skin. The hands moved so quickly and efficiently that he couldn’t see what was happening until they slowly pulled away, revealing a shame deeper than he realized was possible. Brian couldn’t see his penis anymore, locked away behind the pink plastic shield. He already wouldn’t have been able to touch himself with the thick padding that was sure to follow. This felt like it was punitive and cruel, meant only for humiliation. Or maybe it was exactly what he deserved. Brian had been unable to control his impulses and had humiliated himself as he had indeed indulged in…unauthorized emissions. He would never be able to live this down. He couldn’t bear to see Autumn’s smug face and didn’t know how he could ever look at Lola again. The rest of the trip through the machine was relatively uneventful and Brian landed between the girls, dressed in just a baby blue t-shirt that left his white, printed diaper fully exposed. He immediately crawled to the far edge of the playpen and turned his back on the girls, unable to hide his shame, but able to conceal his tears. At least for now. Lola hesitated, wanting to comfort him but sensing that he needed space. She turned to Autumn, whispering some small talk. “This place is nuts, huh? What do you think it is? And why?” Autumn shrugged. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I mean, I know you wanted to come along, but I feel responsible.” “You are responsible. Look at that sad sack of a man over there. You did that. And look at what you did to me. I haven’t worn pink since I was a toddler.” Lola hung her shoulders, feeling the weight of responsibility and the fate of her friends. She sat like that for a while, a mirror of the doubly-caged boy on the other side of the playpen. They sat in silence except for the ominous gurgling of Autumn’s enlarged belly. “Is it true what Brian said about you being a bully when you two were in school?” “Pssh. Everyone picked on Brian. He was too easy of a target.” Lola looked at Brian and wondered how that could possibly be true. He was strong, and sensitive, and wickedly smart. Brian was the total package. How could people not see that? Sensing Lola’s disbelief, Autumn leaned in to continue. “He was the biggest nerd. Like, the classic stereotype.” “And does that make you the classic bully stereotype?” Autumn was taken aback at Lola’s moxie and allowed herself a sly smile. She liked this one, even if she couldn’t see whatever it was the small blonde saw in Brainy Brian. “He didn’t use to look like…that. And I don’t mean the diapers and his new hardware. He was scrawny and shifty. Like a scared little puppy.” “Why would you pick on a scared little puppy?” Lola was getting upset now, wondering how she could have missed the signs of Autumn being such an asshole. Autumn was deeply sarcastic, but looking back it was always making fun of other people. She supposed it wasn’t such a big leap to see Autumn as a bully and her biting comments would be a lot less fun if she had been on the receiving side of them. “Why do you even care? Do you like him? Gonna make little brainiac babies with him?” Autumn leaned forward and went for the kill. “I doubt he’s even interested in you with your smooth little princess parts and those itty bitty titties you have there.” Lola saw red. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. “And why would you want a guy that can’t even get us out of this place? Brian is a loser now, just as much as he was then. And when I get out of here, I’m going to make sure that everyone knows it.” Lola’s body reacted before her mind had a chance to tell her to stand down. She pounced on an unsuspecting Autumn, knocking the dazed bully to the ground and straddling her midsection. Autumn groaned from the surprise assault and the tension on her tummy. Autumn’s eyes went wide as Lola smiled and bounced up and down across the diapered bully’s bulging belly. As the first toot emerged, Lola shook her rump back and forth and continued her bouncing assault. Most bullies back down once the tables are turned. But Autumn Higgins wasn’t most bullies. “Get off of me, bitch!” Autumn reached for Lola’s hair, grabbing a handful as she shook the smaller girl from side to side, but the sudden movements were too much for Autumn to handle and she unloaded a messy torrent into the seat of her diaper. “Ugh….noooo….” Lola climbed off as Autumn climbed to her hands and knees to finish what she had started. As the enema sputtered to an end, Autumn took a few breaths and stared at Lola. “You’re going to pay for that.” Autumn threw herself at Lola, ready to pummel the tiny blonde into oblivion, and was stopped at the last moment by a set of mechanical hands. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “Bully Mode Activated. Initiating Punishment Sequence.” Autumn fought against the tyrannical hands with everything she had, not caring how she looked or what happened to her next. She couldn’t go through that again. She wouldn’t allow it. She just had to fight harder. Brian looked up at the commotion, so lost in the dark recesses of his own mind that he didn’t see the fight unfurl. He heard them talking and heard Autumn’s scoffing laugh and just assumed that they were talking about him, Autumn ruining the only good thing in his life, just like she always did. He didn’t deserve a girl like Lola, and he certainly didn’t understand what she would ever see in a loser like him. He didn’t know what was happening, but knew that, whatever it was, it was Autumn’s fault and she deserved everything that was coming to her. Brian looked around her dangling legs to Lola, who was breathing heavily and looked scared. He wanted to comfort her and hold her, but it was too late for her now. He leaned on the back of the railing and hoped that watching Autumn get punished again might somehow lift his mood. Autumn was lifted out of the playpen and hovered in the air a few feet away from Brian. Her struggle was so fierce and powerful that he thought she might have an outsider’s chance at breaking loose. She saw his smug smile and doubled her efforts. “No, stop…please! Brian, help!!” Autumn’s anger turned to a smile and Brian watched in slow motion as Lola was lifted from the playpen and pulled to a position hovering beside her new adversary. Brian climbed to his feet, but the rails of the playpen were just too high. He was helpless as he watched the show unfurl, knowing that whatever he had planned for Autumn was about to happen to Lola, too. SPLAT! Autumn screamed out as the paddle landed against her diapered bottom, spreading her mess everywhere. SPLAT! It didn’t look like it hurt over her thickly padded rump, but the disgust was clear as the mess continued to spread with every passing blow. WHACK! Brian turned his head and saw Lola, naked from the waist down, taking her own paddling. This time on her bare bottom. She cried out instantly. Lola wasn’t prepared for this level of pain. She didn’t deserve this. What have I done? o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Brian watched helplessly as both women were paddled until they had no more tears to cry. They were taken through the machine; stripped, cleaned, and diapered, but not before both received a punishment enema to remind them to make better choices in the future. Autumn received a double-dose for her second time through the Bully Protocol. He noted the obvious discomfort as two adorably dressed teddy bears were dropped back into the playpen, wincing as they landed on their padded bottoms. Both sat in shock, barely able to process what had happened over the last twenty minutes. Lola snapped out of it first, not wanting to be anywhere near her antagonist, and crawled to Brian, snuggling into his lap and looking up at him. She was broken and beaten, but somehow still looked as adorable as ever. Brian mourned for what he had lost, even as she lay in his arms. They stayed like that for several minutes, Brian trying to give any comfort he could and just glad that Lola wanted anything to do with him at all. “What…happened?” Lola looked up at him, pulling the pacifier from her mouth and looking over at Autumn with disgust. “She was saying terrible things about you, Brian. I can’t believe that you had to grow up with her and turned out as well as you did. I couldn’t let her say those things about you and get away with it. I don’t know what happened…I was so angry, and then…and then…” Lola cried and he held her, gently wiping away her tears. He rubbed her bare legs, the only exposed flesh on the adorable blue teddy bear that lay on his lap. “You did that…for me? Why? Didn’t you know what would happen?” “I knew. And I didn’t care. I couldn’t bear the thought of her…” Brian chuckled and Lola stopped mid-sentence, looking perplexed. “You said ‘couldn’t bear the thought’...and well, look at you…” Lola looked down at herself, dressed as an adorable blue care bear, and giggled. She snuggled in closer to him. “I can’t believe you would do that for me, Lola. No one has ever done anything like that before. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.” Lola’s tummy gurgled, and he held her tightly, vowing not to let anything ever happen to her again. “It was worth it. You are worth it, Brian.” ------------------------------ Check out my new series From Cards to Cribs. Book 3 drops this week! 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Chapter Four Rick rolled his toy car back and forth. He was so done with this shit, but needed to wait for his moment and draw the least amount of attention to himself as possible right now. He looked past the topless traitors to his wife, who was sniffling in the corner after a fearsome spanking. It took everything within Rick to remain still, while he watched the deranged socialite tear off his wife’s onesie, then her diaper, before giving her a hand-spanking that was harder than anything he had seen since their arrival. He wanted to hold his wife and tell her that everything was going to be okay. But he couldn’t. Not like this. She needed a man. She needed someone that could protect her, and he had failed on every count. But Rick wouldn’t fail her again. Not this time. “Rick, I know that must have been hard, but thank you for holding Paige for me. I’m going to take your pacifier gag out as long as you can stay my good boy. Can you do that for me?” The diapered engineer nodded, ready for some freedom and willing to do whatever it took to get there. He opened his mouth, rocking his sore jaw back and forth, as Tiffany clipped a pacifier to his onesie and ruffled his hair as she stood up. Rick bit the inside of his cheek so that he wouldn’t scream and tackle the woman. “Okay, enough chaos for now. Let’s grab some drinks. Can we trust you babies to be good for a few minutes?” The topless duo nodded along with Rick and they all looked to Paige in the corner, who was still sniffling but hadn’t moved, with her red bottom fully on display. “I don’t think she will be any more trouble for us. We’ll be right back. You three, be good.” Rick watched them disappear around the corner and counted to five in his head before making his move. He crawled to Haley and Krystal, looking as menacing as he could, given his current padded situation. “Look, I fucking hate you and what you did to us. But I also know that you’re just a cog in a machine. The same machine that put you in here with us. As much as I would love to see you spend a year shitting in your diapers and getting spanked, I’d rather get the fuck out of here.” The two women stared at him blankly, not sure what to make of this new development. In their late night crib sessions, Haley and Krystal had mutually decided to just tough it out and do their time. But that was weeks ago, and Krystal didn’t know how many more diaper changes and bottle feedings she could handle. “I’ve got a plan. And I think you two can help.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “Ugh…but why me?!” “Because that bitch of ours just changed me and he’s so thickly diapered that it wouldn’t matter. And she certainly isn’t going to do us any good right now.” Haley pouted. She had done many disgusting and despicable things, most of them for money, but messy diapers were the worst of the worst. “Fine. But you two owe me when we get out of here.” “Okay, they’re coming back. Be cool.” The three diapered adults played with their toys on the floor, sucking on pacifiers and doing their best to act as if nothing had happened. “...so I said, if you call that a Margarita, then you’re coming home with me!” The women laughed as they entered the room, smiling down at their baby slaves. “Okay, okay…let me take care of Paige for a minute. You watch these for me, okay?” “Absolutely. Do you mind if I take Rick for a spin?” “Nah girl, have fun!” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Rick was no stranger to muff diving. Feasting upon his wife’s inner treasures was among the dutiful husband’s favorite pastimes. Being college sweethearts, he had little experience with other women outside of the two women that were currently groping each other behind him and the woman changing his wife’s diaper. But they weren’t normally this aggressive. Even Tiffany had let Rick essentially take the lead once she guided him between her legs, trusting that he knew what to do. He had no such luck with Meredith. With both hands firmly gripping the back of his head, he only heard small snippets each time he was allowed to come up for air. Paige mumbling tearful apologies through her pacifier. He felt so bad for her and it was so out of character for her to snap like that. But he hated how deferential she was to Tiffany and how badly she wanted the younger woman’s attention and affection. Krystal and Haley slurping and moaning and groping each other. He had to use his imagination to fill in the gaps, but before he had been spun around and suffocated by snatch, Meredith had held him between her legs and forced him to watch their lude displays of affection for each other. The unmistakable sound of diaper tapes filling the air and Tiffany cooing softly at his wife. It wouldn’t be much longer now. Paige wouldn’t need that vile woman to console her and fill her head with sweet-sounding nonsense. He would be there to save her and hold her again. Just hold on, Paige… Paige’s startled cry as she was pulled further away towards…towards what?! Rick tried to pull away to hear what was happening, but Meredith’s grip was strong. He had already brought her to one screaming orgasm. What more did she want from him? Meredith groaned and thrust her hips forward as Rick finally completed his service and was unceremoniously released. He fell backwards onto his well-padded bottom and looked up to see Tiffany smiling down at him. “Well, aren’t you the little trooper today? Hope you saved some of that energy, Rick. I’m next!” Rick groaned and looked for his wife. She wasn’t in the corner. Or the playpen. Or in either of the highchairs in the next room. He looked back towards the stairs and made eye contact with the love of his life. Paige stared at him sadly as she balanced on her tippy toes from the oversized baby bouncer in the doorway. Tiffany had rediapered her in one of their most infantile and humiliating diapers and left his stunning wife topless, her large breasts bouncing freely as she hopped awkwardly from toe to toe. “I better see you bouncing every time I look over there, Paige! Unless you want me to turn on Mr. Buzzy!” “No, Mommy!” Paige renewed her efforts, bouncing up and down and feeling even more infantilized and ridiculous than normal as her breasts swayed back and forth and the soft padding was pushed into her with each successive bounce. “I don’t know what got into her, but Paige is going to have a little time-out for the rest of our playdate today. If she’s a good girl, maybe you can all play together again next time.” Shit. Shit. Shit. This wasn’t part of the plan. Fuck it. We’ll figure it out. Rick dutifully crawled towards his young blonde owner. He caught the eye of the two diapered women who continued to nibble and lick at each other and gave a subtle wink, which Krystal returned with a nod. Tiffany took Rick’s bib and wiped her friend’s juices off of his face before booping him on the nose and sliding up her dress. She got comfortable on the couch with her drink in one hand and turned to her friend, who was currently trying to decide which of her succulent slaves would get the honor of servicing her next. Decisions were hard. Meredith would take both. Rick lay his mittened hands on Tiffany’s thighs and got to work, waiting to hear the sign. Tiffany was more gentle, even when she had a few drinks, and Rick allowed himself to take a breather for a moment and mentally prepare himself for what was to come. Five minutes later, he was still mentally preparing himself and wondering what the fuck was taking Haley so long. He came up for air and glanced at the two diapered women who were lost in the throes of passion before making eye contact with Haley and giving her an unmistakable signal to move forward with the plan. “God, I could watch them do that all day.” “Trust me, I have!” The two imbibed women shared a laugh and Rick came up again and was able to catch Krystal’s eye this time, who whispered something to Haley between nibbles up and down her neck. By the way Haley’s eyes shot open, Rick was sure that the plan was now afoot, and made a note to find better accomplices in the future. He headed back to his post between Tiffany’s legs and tried to imagine that it was him and Paige together again. There would certainly be some therapy and things they had to work through, but he was sure that they could come out stronger on the other side. “Ewwwww! Mommy!!!” There it is. Rick used the commotion to pop up his head and flail his arms, being sure to knock the wine glass out of Tiffany’s hand and directly onto her designer dress that probably cost more than his truck. “Ughhh….oh, no! God…Rick, what were you thinking?! UGH!!” Tiffany stormed off and Rick looked at the scene. Meredith was already on the floor with her back to him while she laid Haley down on the changing mat, obviously not wanting to spend any longer around a messy diaper than she needed to. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Rick smiled as he grabbed the pacifier gag and snuck up behind the unsuspecting woman. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Krystal pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it out over her hips. Stepping over her unused diaper, she walked toward the woman who had done this to her and smiled. Meredith screamed into her pacifier gag and banged her fists against the highchair. With her wrists and ankles cuffed into place, the surprised socialite wasn’t going anywhere. Krystal tweaked an exposed nipple before patting the woman’s hastily applied diaper. “Much better. I’m going to have fun with you before we leave.” “Mmmph? Mmmph!!!” Krystal booped the indignant woman on the nose and turned back to her friend. “Are you done yet?” “Eww, this is so gross, Krystal! Why wouldn’t you help me?” “Haley, I am not wiping your ass. You’ll just have to learn to do it again all by yourself, like a big girl.” “Okay, enough… We need to be ready when Tiffany comes back in. I’ve got the other gag. You two grab her. Same as before.” Paige finally spit out her pacifier and tried to get Rick’s attention. “Okay, you two be ready. I’ll be right back.” Rick waddled to his wife as quickly as he could manage in his well-padded condition. “Hey babe. I’m getting us out of here. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be free.” Paige looked at him with wide eyes and Rick prepared himself for her eternal gratitude as he resumed his position as strong man, husband, and savior. “Rick, don’t do this. Mommy will be SO mad. You saw what she just did to me. I can’t go through it again…or worse…please, Rick. Just, stop this. We can just blame it on them and they can get in trouble. Please.” “Paige, I…shit!” He popped his wife’s pacifier back in and waddled back towards the other girls and out of sight. “Hey Mere, I just slipped into some pajamas. I hope you don’t mind. Now where is Rick? He’s going to regret that…” “Now!” Paige screamed and cried as she watched the sight unfold before her eyes. Krystal and Haley pounced upon the woman, grabbing her by the arms and forcing her to the ground. Rick pushed the pacifier gag into her mouth and held it in place while Krystal used her still accessible fingers to fasten it behind the surprised blonde’s head. In a whirlwind, the trio had Tiffany stripped nude, and Haley helped herself to the silky pajamas while Krystal quickly diapered the struggling woman while Rick held her firmly to the ground. The girls dragged Tiffany to the waiting highchair and strapped her in before standing back to admire their work. “Hey Haley, hand me those jars of baby food.” “Mmmmph! Mmmmpph!!” On the other side of the room, Rick was struggling with how to free his wife without the use of his hands. Frustrated, he ran back to the girls for help. “Rick! Help us! Bleh…please! We’ll let you go! Anything….blah…stop it!....Anything you want! Just help us! Rick looked into the eyes of the young blonde who had made his life an infantilized hell-scape. The woman who had spanked him, waxed him, diapered him. She was always the picture-perfect version of elegance and wealth. And now she sat in a highchair, naked except for a diaper, with colorful mushy baby food spread all across her face and bare breasts. He took a moment to look at Meredith, who somehow appeared in even worse shape, before looking back to his blonde former captor and holding up his hands. “Where are the keys?” Tiffany stared at him, unwilling to give the man information that could somehow make her situation even worse. Rick nodded to Krystal. “Mmmph…no, please!...mmmpph…oh god…mmmmph!” He smiled as he watched the baby food interrogation play out, giving the struggling blonde multiple chances to help herself, before leaving the girls to their work and turning back to his wife. “No, wait! Rick…mmmmph! Blah…you won’t make it out of here…..mmmmph!” “What did you say?” Tiffany smiled, baby food dripping from the corners of her malicious grin. Rick eyed her for a moment as he pondered his next move. “We gotta go. Gag them.” “Noo….mmmmmmph!” Rick left the girls to it and headed back to his wife, again desperately pawing at the bouncer strapped around his wife’s waist before finally looking down and seeing that it, too, was padlocked. “Paige…I…” The couple looked at each other, deep into each other’s eyes, in a way they hadn’t done in months, possibly years. Paige opened her mouth, but was interrupted by two frantic twenty-somethings. “Rick, we gotta go! Is she ready?” “She’s…locked in. I don’t have the key.” “Rick, please…just stay. We’ll get through this together. I don’t know how. But I love you and I want to be with you, even if it’s like this.” Rick looked at his wife and knew then, more than ever, that he had to get her out of here. If Paige was willing to sacrifice her dignity and adulthood for him, then he had to do everything in his power to save her. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to find the key or something to get you out of here. You two make a break for it. We’ll see you on the other side.” Krystal and Haley nodded and opened the door, running away into the open night air. “Rick, please….please…” He reached out and kissed her deeply, caressing her beautiful face the best he could with the padded mittens holding his hands hostage, and staring deeply into her eyes one last time. “I love you. I’ll be right back.” --------------------- SubStar | Ream | Amazon

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When Kaleigh Turner’s university lacrosse team breaks down in the picture-perfect town of Sweet Hollow, the girls are split into host homes for a warm helping of good old-fashioned hospitality. There’s no cell service, no mechanic until morning, and the locals’ smiles are just a little too wide. Kaleigh isn’t thrilled about being separated from the others, but it’s late, and the woman at the porch door seems kind enough. Just a weird little town. Just one night. By morning, the pie is gone. The nursery is locked. And Kaleigh is no longer dressed like a college athlete. She’s padded. Pacified. And slowly starting to realize the stranger holding her hand doesn’t plan to let her leave anytime soon. This is Book One of the Sweet Hollow Series... ------------------------------------------ PLAYER PROFILE Kaleigh Turner - Junior 5’1” | 109lbs | Position: Attack | Style: Pure Scorer Analysis: An absolute masterclass as a Pure Scoring Attacker, Kaleigh Turner has the innate ability to be in the right place at the right time and make the shot when the pressure is on. She has the heart of a lion inside of her pint-sized body, but more than makes up for her small stature with her determination to get what she wants, no matter the cost. CHAPTER ONE If Kaleigh had known this bus ride was going to turn into a girl’s locker room on wheels—complete with stale Gatorade and Libby’s stand-up comedy hour—she’d have begged to drive herself home. She was bored, but too wired to sleep as highlights and mistakes from the last game still buzzed under her skin. The bus rumbled down the lonely two-lane, headlights flicking over pine trees that blurred into darkness. Inside, it was a rolling fortress of noise and heat—girls sprawled in half-sleep, laughter bouncing off the metal ceiling, a stale undercurrent of sweat and sugar from the victory snacks they’d been demolishing all trip. Kaleigh sat near the front, her window seat giving her a perfect view of her reflection in the glass. She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing stray waves that had stuck to her temples. She didn’t do messy. Not even in the middle of nowhere. Behind her, Libby was holding court with Hannah and Taylor, her voice bouncing over the hum of the wheels, while she kept them in stitches with some story that didn’t even make sense from this angle. Kaleigh caught a few words—enough to smirk, but not enough to join in. Libby was currently mid-rant about how she’d totally saved the game with that last block—her voice echoing down the aisle, drowning out the low hum of the tires. Her voice boomed down the aisle. “I’m telling you, that last block? MVP shit. Goalie of the century.” “Oh please,” Hannah giggled, her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun. “Libby, you’re like six feet tall and the size of a barn door,” Hannah shot back from two rows behind. “You didn’t even move! The ball hit you because it had nowhere else to go.” Libby threw a half-empty bag of pretzels at her and the pint-sized freshman squealed with laughter, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Hannah’s laughter had that innocent, breathless quality, like she was still discovering how loud she could be. Taylor watched with that faint, amused smile, notebook balanced on her knee, always taking in the whole scene without a single word wasted. Kaleigh rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the grin. These girls never shut up, but it was the best kind of noise—family noise. A pack of wolves in jerseys and ponytails. Madison was up a row, angled inward, deep in some hushed conversation with Coach Kristen—two heads bent together in that serious, steady way of theirs. She wasn’t the oldest, but she had this vibe that kept everyone grounded. Like nothing could rattle her and Madison couldn’t turn it off if she tried. Always thinking three steps ahead, even when the rest of them were halfway to dreamland. Even Kaleigh had to admit it—she felt safer when Madison was in charge. Peyton was slouched in the aisle seat across from Kaleigh, her shoulders relaxed and eyes half-lidded. She had one earbud in, the other dangling as she idly twirled an empty Gatorade bottle between her fingers. Meanwhile, Kaleigh was more interested in the peanut M&Ms Libby was hoarding in her backpack. “You gonna share or are you hoarding like a squirrel?” she teased, flicking Libby’s arm. Libby snorted. “Buy your own, princess.” “Ugh,” Kaleigh groaned dramatically, tossing her head back against the seat. “I’m already broke. I guess I’ll just waste away up here, dying from an utter lack of protein.” Taylor, seated a few rows back with her notebook open, didn’t look up. “We can expense snacks if they’re for team morale,” she said flatly, flipping a page. “Is that true?” Kaleigh asked, genuinely interested. “No,” Taylor deadpanned. The bus roared with laughter. Erin, perched in the front row beside Miss Caroline, turned and grinned back at them. She had one foot up on the seat, arms slung across the backrest like she was made for bus rides. She was effortlessly cool in that way that only came from knowing how to play both sides of the field. Half big sister, half therapist—the kind you went to when shit got real. Best athletic trainer in the land and she always looked comfortable in the chaos, like nothing could shake her. “You’re dancing back there, princess,” Erin called, her voice lazy but warm. “Gotta go?” Kaleigh flipped her hair over her shoulder, trying for nonchalance. “I’m fine. Chill.” Kaleigh smiled despite herself. Erin never pushed too hard, never asked for more than she gave. It made Kaleigh feel safe—like no matter how much shit they gave each other, Erin would have her back when it counted. Kaleigh shifted, a soft pressure building in her lower belly. She wasn’t desperate—she never let it get that far. She just didn’t do discomfort. She liked things clean and easy, princess-level care even if she’d never admit it out loud. She sighed and pulled her phone out again even though she knew it wouldn’t work. No service. She rolled her eyes and slipped it back into her bag. She leaned forward, one hand on the seat in front of her, as she caught Miss Caroline’s eye in the rearview mirror. “Miss Caroline?” The older woman turned, her round face bright with a patient smile. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Could we… maybe stop soon? I need to…” Kaleigh trailed off, cheeks warming. Miss Caroline smiled back, warm as fresh cookies. “Of course, honey. I’ll find us a good spot.” “Thanks, Miss Caroline,” Kaleigh muttered. That was the thing about Miss Caroline—she understood. Kaleigh was half grateful, half mortified. She knew the second they stopped, it’d be another round of baby jokes. That was fine. She could take it. Libby didn’t miss a beat. “Aww, princess can’t hold it?” Her grin was wicked, and Kaleigh shot her a look that would’ve frozen boiling water. Hannah piped up from the back, “It’s okay, Kaleigh. We’ll hold your hand while you go potty.” “Can’t have our little princess ruin her shorts. That would be tragic,” Peyton mumbled lazily, not bothering to open her eyes. “I hate all of you,” Kaleigh said with fake sweetness, flipping them off. Miss Caroline’s voice cut through the chatter, patient and calm. “Be nice, girls. I’ll find a gas station. Everyone can stretch their legs.” Kaleigh nodded, trying to play it off with a roll of her eyes, and slumped back in her seat with a sigh of relief. Kaleigh didn’t mind. She liked being seen, but not necessarily part of the show. As much as she hated feeling like the baby of the team, she was not about to become the girl who peed her shorts in front of everyone. Erin leaned in and gave Kaleigh a small grin from the front row. “Good call, K. Don’t let these hyenas shame you for wanting to be comfortable. I’m sure everyone has to go and just didn’t want to say anything. Way to take the lead.” Kaleigh’s shoulders relaxed a bit. Erin always understood—she never judged. Kaleigh shot her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Erin.” The bus kept rumbling down the road, the windows rattling like teeth. Kaleigh let my eyes wander, picking up snippets of laughter and half-baked stories. The air was warm and sticky, but somehow… cozy. Like if you squinted hard enough, this was exactly how a team was supposed to feel: messy and loud and a little too close. Kaleigh could hear Caroline’s gentle voice rising above the low rumble of the bus, something about the town they were heading through and how it was always a nice place to stop. Erin nodded along, her easy calm a counterpoint to the buzz of the rest of them. Kaleigh felt a flicker of relief and let her head rest against the window again, watching the darkness roll by. A little smile played at the corner of her lips—sweet relief was coming. And after that? Maybe she’d let herself join in the jokes. Maybe. But first… just let this bus stop. Kaleigh shifted again, her legs pressing together tight. The chatter helped distract her from the increasingly urgent need to pee. The bus’s AC had kicked on again, and the cold air only made it worse. Outside, a flicker of neon finally broke the darkness—a glowing promise of relief. Miss Caroline slowed the bus, her gentle voice carrying over the engine hum. “There,” she said softly. “There’s a little gas station up ahead. We’ll pull in, let everyone stretch.” Kaleigh’s shoulders dropped in relief, a small smile ghosting her lips. She didn’t know why the idea of stopping in this quiet, off-the-map town felt like a tiny luxury—like a stolen breath in the middle of a game. She didn’t see the way Miss Caroline’s eyes lingered on the flickering neon sign just up the road, or the way Erin’s lips pressed into a thin line when the bus rolled into the parking lot. She just felt the bus slow to a stop and the weight in her bladder ease at the promise of relief. As they rolled into the gas station, Coach Kristen looked back at them all, her face soft but serious. “Alright, five minutes, girls. No wandering off.” “Who’s gonna kidnap us, the old lady at the slushy machine?” Hannah teased. Libby snorted and then pulled out her best creepy scary story face. “Or maybe that sketchy trucker parked out back. Bet he’s got a basement full of Barbie heads.” Erin’s tone shifted, calm but with an edge. “Yeah, we’re not taking chances. Stick together, understand?” Kaleigh loved that about her—the way she could flip from big-sister jokes to stone-cold seriousness in a heartbeat. It was how she knew Erin had her back. Kaleigh let herself sink back against the seat, her mind already skipping ahead to the snacks she’d grab and the chance to freshen up in a real bathroom—because a princess didn’t rough it if she didn’t have to. She caught Libby’s smirk in the window reflection, but didn’t say anything. The bus was full of girls who had her back—even if they pretended otherwise. And right now, she’d take that over any five-star bathroom in the world. CHAPTER TWO The gas station was exactly what Kaleigh expected: old neon, yellowed tiles, and a flickering sign that read “Welcome Ya’ll.” in faded red. One of those nowhere places that smelled like diesel and burnt coffee. A weird old guy in oil-stained overalls was already there, wiping his hands on a rag as they pulled in. His grin was a little too wide, like he’d been waiting for them to roll in. Kaleigh watched him warily as he ambled closer. “Evenin’, ladies,” he said, his voice a slow, syrupy drawl. “Bus trouble?” Miss Caroline smiled back, all patient Southern charm. “Just a quick pit stop, thank you. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” “Aw, don’t rush,” he said, his eyes sweeping the girls in a way that made Kaleigh’s skin crawl. “Not much else to see out here tonight.” The girls didn’t answer. They just exchanged looks—an unspoken agreement to file him under creepy but probably harmless. Libby cracked a grin, nudging Hannah. “Go on, Hannah. Before he builds a shrine to you in the back room.” “Gross,” Hannah muttered, flipping her honey-blonde hair over one shoulder. Miss Caroline’s voice cut through the chatter. “Girls, go stretch your legs. Five minutes, and stay together.” As soon as the bus door whooshed open, Kaleigh lead the pack into the tiny store—anything to shake off that guy’s stare. The air inside the gas station was stale and warm, smelling of old gum and even older coffee. Kaleigh had just made her way through the snack aisle when she spotted the flickering neon BATHROOM sign hanging over a warped wooden door. She hesitated for half a second, weighing the rising pressure in her bladder against the absolute horror show she’d glimpsed through that doorway. But before she could even make a decision, Hannah darted past her—eyes wide, lips pressed together like she was holding back a prayer. “God,” Hannah muttered, already fumbling with the knob. “I can’t hold it anymore—don’t judge me.” Poor girl had been holding it in for half the bus ride. She gave Kaleigh a quick, grateful look—like she was the hero of the hour for speaking up. Hannah didn’t even hesitate. She ducked inside and slammed the door. Kaleigh heard her let out a relieved sigh—like she’d been about to burst. Kaleigh took another look at the stained linoleum tiles, the single bare bulb buzzing like a wasp nest overhead. Nope. Absolutely not. She’d hold it. No way she was lowering herself to that. A girl has to have standards. Erin gave her a knowing smirk as she fell back in line with the group. “Like a portal to the ninth circle of hell in there,” Kaleigh offered, nose scrunching. Libby poked her head in next and came back out in less than a second, gagging dramatically. “Nope. I’m good,” she declared, grabbing a bag of chips instead. Taylor didn’t even bother. She was at the fridge, scanning the rows of cheap energy drinks while Peyton hung back, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Kaleigh found herself drifting around the snack aisle, trying not to touch anything sticky. She picked up a candy bar, flipped it over, and put it back. Nothing looked fresh. Nothing felt right. Erin leaned against the counter, cool as ever, but her eyes were alert. She clocked the guy at the register with a calm stare that said, Don’t even think about it. That was enough for Kaleigh—if Erin was on edge, she knew she’d be okay. Miss Caroline reappeared from outside, smiling like she was trying to sell them all on this dump. “He’s going to top us off with gas. Says it’s the last place for miles.” “Of course it is,” Libby said under her breath. Alright, girls,” she called, already leading the way. “Let’s get back on the bus. We’re almost there.” They filed back onto the bus in twos and threes, the door folding shut behind them with a hiss like a sigh of relief. The air felt damp and sweet after the stale funk of the gas station, and Kaleigh wasted no time sliding back into her seat, crossing her legs tight. She’d hold it. She’d hold it until their next stop or until she died, whichever came first. Hannah dropped in beside her, still pink in the cheeks but grinning with relief. “Don’t even look at me,” she said. “I had no choice.” “Hey, no judgment here,” Kaleigh said, flipping her hair nonchalantly while her legs twitched. She resumed her judging look as soon as Hannah turned around to steal more snacks. “Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” Libby dropped into the seat behind her, still crowing about the horror show they’d just escaped. “That bathroom was straight-up haunted,” she said, voice half disgusted, half delighted. “I swear to God, there was something moving in there.” Peyton, wiping her hands on a napkin she’d grabbed from the snack rack, gave her a sideways look. “Or maybe it was just your reflection in the mirror, Libs.” “Fuck you, Peyton,” Libby shot back, but she was laughing, too. “Ugh,” Hannah groaned, hugging her backpack to her chest like a teddy bear. “I don’t even want to think about it. Let’s just get out of this creepy town.” Hannah buried her face into her bag, shoulders shaking. “I’m never going to be the same again. Like, I’m forever marked by that bathroom. It’s in my soul now.” The old guy gave them a slow, toothy grin as he finished pumping gas and Miss Caroline kept chatting politely, her voice calm. But Kaleigh noticed the way the woman’s hand stayed tight on the bus door. The way her shoulders never really relaxed. Something about that smile made her shiver, but she didn’t say anything. “Y’all have a safe trip,” the man said as they climbed back on. “Ain’t much else ‘round here. Town’s up the road if y’all need a place to eat or take a breather.” Miss Caroline nodded, but she didn’t look him in the eye. Kaleigh caught that and tucked it away. She knew enough to read the difference between nice and too nice. They all settled back into their seats as Miss Caroline turned the key, the bus’s old engine grumbling like it was too tired for this nonsense. It wheezed, sputtered, then gave a reluctant roar that rattled the windows. Kaleigh watched her in the mirror, catching the flicker of worry in Miss Caroline’s eyes. The bus lurched forward with a rumble, the tires crunching over gravel as Miss Caroline pulled them back onto the main road. She caught Erin’s eye in the mirror, her own mouth a thin line that said she was just as grossed out as they were but didn’t have the luxury of saying it. Hannah made a face. “That guy kept staring at my legs like he’d never seen a girl wear shorts before.” Kaleigh smirked. “Well, maybe he just doesn’t get a lot of visitors out here in the middle of nowhere. Maybe you’re his once-in-a-lifetime chance to see civilization.” Libby leaned her head back, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Civilization my ass. That place was like stepping into a horror movie. LIke one of those really old ones with no WIFI from the 90s or something.” Taylor’s voice was soft but sure. “We’re just lucky it was a quick stop.” The chatter picked up again. The girls tore open bags of chips and passed around lukewarm sodas. The vibe felt forced, like they were all pretending this wasn’t the weirdest pit stop of their lives. She let her eyes close for a second, letting the soft rumble of the bus and the laughter of her team settle around her. They were back on the road. That was all that mattered. Kaleigh kept her gaze fixed out the window as the bus turned off the main road and rolled on. She noticed the detour signs as they passed and when she turned back towards the front, the town came into view—tiny, almost too perfect. Old-timey storefronts, white picket fences, and streetlamps with hanging flower baskets. It looked like a movie set someone forgot to tear down. “Sweet Hollow”, Kaleigh muttered under her breath, reading the large welcome sign as they drove past slowly. The chatter on the bus had just started to mellow when the bus gave a low, shuddering cough. There was a rattle. Then a hiss. Then it died completely. The chatter cut out like someone yanked the plug. The only sound was the soft tick of cooling metal. “Shit,” Miss Caroline said, her voice calm but edged with frustration as she guided the bus to the side of the road. Kaleigh didn’t know much about cars but she was fairly certain this wasn’t good. Miss Caroline cut the ignition and turned to look back at them all with that tired, motherly smile. Coach Kristen surveyed the scene and the sets of wide eyes staring back at her. “Alright, girls. Out. I see a diner ahead. Let’s get some food and I’ll make some calls to get us back on the road soon.” The girls stepped off the bus and stretched in the chilly night air, the hiss of cooling metal fading behind them. Kaleigh followed at her own pace, catching the scent of the diner’s grill drifting on the breeze—a warm promise against the cold. She didn’t miss the way Miss Caroline’s eyes lingered on the old neon sign or the flicker of something in Coach Kristen’s expression, but she let it slide. They were all starving, the place ahead had food, and that was enough for now. Libby was already dragging Hannah along by the hand, chattering about milkshakes and fries. Peyton fell in behind them, looking casual but alert. Even Taylor’s nose was lifted, sniffing out the scent of a fresh pot of coffee. Kaleigh paused a beat longer at the bottom of the steps, her gaze flicking back at the bus, quiet and still under the streetlamp’s glow. Then she turned and let herself be pulled along with the others, laughter and chatter already rolling ahead of her. The diner’s door swung shut behind them with a soft jingle of bells. Inside, every head turned. Conversations stopped. Forks paused midair. The girls stood in the doorway, frozen for a beat as every face in the diner turned their way. CHAPTER THREE The diner looked like it’d been frozen in time: checkerboard floors, neon lights, red vinyl booths so bright they practically glowed. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee wrapped around them like a warm hug as they stepped inside. “Come on in, girls,” a kind voice shouted said from behind the counter “Make yourselves at home!” The team spread out in small clusters, chattering about the bus breakdown and the weird gas station vibes. Coach Kristen was at the counter, phone in hand, trying to get a signal—frowning when the bars kept flickering in and out. The cook, a round, grandmotherly woman with a pink apron and kind eyes, beamed at them from behind the window pass. “Order up whatever you want, girls,” she said. “It’s on the house tonight.” Libby’s eyes went wide. “You’re kidding.” “Nope. No sense in letting you go hungry,” the cook said, her voice warm as a quilt. “We’re known for our pies, too. Save room for dessert.” Hannah squealed, bouncing on her toes. “I want one of everything!” Libby scooted around her, already craning her neck to see what was on the pie rack. “Free pie? God, I love small towns,” she said. Miss Caroline herded them to a set of booths, the girls sliding in, legs tangling and laughter bubbling up as menus were passed around. Taylor didn’t sit right away—she hung back, eyes flicking around the diner like she was cataloging every face, every smile. The cook—they’d been here only a few minutes but she’d already told everyone to call her her “Miss Sandy,” like she’d known them for years—poured sweet tea that tasted like summer and walked around with a pitcher of fresh lemonade that kept finding its way back to their table, no matter how many times they emptied it. Coach Kristen was still holding her phone in the air, trying to create a bar on her phone out of sheer willpower. “No service way out here,” a man seated next to her at the counter said—tall, broad-shouldered, with a smile too easy to trust. He had a metallic name tag that read Mayor in big bold letters. “But don’t worry. Our mechanic’ll take a look in the morning.” He watched her for a beat as she opened her mouth to speak and then beat her to the punch. “But don’t you worry, we’ll get you girls sorted out,” The Mayor added, his tone friendly but final. For now… let’s get you fed, huh?” “Thank you,” Coach Kristin said, her voice polite but tight, as she looked at her team laughing and salivating as they eyed the food on the grill. Sandy bustled behind the counter, pouring sweet tea into chipped glass tumblers, her bright laugh floating up as she winked at them. “Order anything you want, hon. The kitchen’s yours tonight.” Hannah practically vibrated with excitement, fingers drumming on the table as she chattered about milkshakes and fries. Erin watched her with that easy big-sister grin, calm and protective even in this strange place. Kaleigh sank into the booth across from them, her eyes on Sandy’s careful movements. The food came out fast—plates piled high with burgers and golden fries, bowls of thick stew that smelled like heaven after hours on the road. Sandy was everywhere at once, refilling drinks and sliding extra pie slices onto plates, her smile never slipping. Kaleigh caught snippets of chatter from the counter—a curvy cheerful woman talking about some kind of preschool program she was excited about to a sweet quiet girl, not much older than them, whose eyes kept darting shyly from the bubbly educator towards the gaggle of giggling girls. The diner’s warm glow and the endless flow of sweet tea and lemonade made Kaleigh’s head feel soft and fizzy. She sipped another glass, the icy sweetness cutting through the heavy meal of burgers, fries, and pie that had turned her into a little kid again—stuffed and satisfied in that way that only comes from homemade food. She shifted in her seat, pressing her legs together. Her need to pee was growing, a steady pressure she kept ignoring because, God, that tea was too good to stop. She didn’t even want to know what they put in it—sunshine and magic, probably. She kept refilling her glass like she was chasing a sugar high, even though she knew she’d regret it later. Around her, the girls were mellowing out, voices dropping to soft giggles as the food settled heavy in their bellies. Libby leaned back in her seat, her hair falling in her eyes as she let out a groan. “I’m gonna explode,” she muttered. “If I die tonight, bury me in pie.” Peyton snorted, one arm draped over the back of the booth like she was too full to even care. Hannah was bright-eyed and bouncy, somehow still finding room to sip lemonade and nibble on crusts of pie like a sugar junkie. Kaleigh listened with half an ear and let her eyes wander the diner—a woman wiping down a table with a cheery hum, Miss Sandy’s warm laughter as she checked in on everyone, the clink of dishes and the low murmur of town folk in quiet conversations. It was too perfect, too cozy, like a scene from an old movie. When Coach Kristen finally stood and walked over, the table quieted immediately. She rested her hands on the back of Libby’s seat, her face soft but serious. “Alright, girls,” she said, voice gentle. “I talked to the mayor. The mechanic can’t look at the bus until morning, and there’s no service out here. No hotel, either, but the townspeople have offered to put us up in their homes for the night.” A wave of murmurs and frowns rolled through the table. “Wait, so we’re just staying in random houses?” Peyton asked, one brow arched. “Can’t we just crash in here or even back on the bus?” Coach gave a small smile, patient. “I asked. They said the diner’s not set up for sleeping, and it’s too cold out there for the bus. They’re being generous, girls. Let’s be respectful.” Kaleigh swallowed, her discomfort—both bladder and otherwise—simmering just under her skin. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like it at all. “Can we go in pairs?” Hannah’s voice was small. “They said their homes are small,” Coach said. “Too small for more than one. But they’ve promised to take good care of us. It’s just for the night.” A beat of silence. Then Miss Sandy’s voice slid in, sweet and syrupy, as she leaned in close with a smile that was all honey and butter. “It’s just for the night,” she said softly, echoing their coach as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Morning comes fast, and I’ll have fresh muffins waiting. You’ll feel right at home, I promise.” The girls murmured half-hearted agreement, slumping back in their seats, too tired and too full to keep arguing. Kaleigh watched Miss Sandy’s warm, motherly smile and let her words settle in her bones. There was something familiar about her. Something she felt like she could trust. “Alright, girls,” Coach said finally, her voice steady but soft. “Be polite. Be grateful. We’ll meet back here first thing for breakfast.” Miss Sandy’s laughter was bright as she gathered up empty plates, stacking them with practiced ease. “Oh, girls,” she cooed, her voice as bright as the neon sign outside. “We’re going to take real good care of you. Don’t you worry about a thing.” The girls stood slowly, gathering their things with resigned shrugs. Sandy gestured them to the door, and one by one, they filed out into the cold night. Sandy bustled through the diner one last time, her movements quick and practiced, sweeping up crumbs and empty cups. “Alright, ladies,” she said brightly. “Let’s get you tucked in. It’s late, and there’s no better sleep than one that comes after my homemade pie.” Kaleigh lagged behind, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie as she watched her teammates shuffle out into the cold. She felt the tightness in her belly again, but shrugged it off and figured it was from the gallons of sweet tea she’d just guzzled. “Come on, sweetheart,” Miss Sandy said, giving her shoulder a gentle pat. “Your host is waiting.” Kaleigh hesitated at the threshold, the warm glow of the diner fading behind her as she stepped into the chill night air. She felt the weight of Miss Sandy’s hand at her back, guiding her forward with that same soft, insistent push. “Here she is,” Miss Sandy said softly, her voice honey-sweet as they reached the bottom of the steps. She stopped beside a tall, willowy woman in a powder-blue dress, her hair pinned in soft curls, her smile warm and almost dreamy. “Kaleigh, this is Vicky Parker. She’s going to take you home tonight.” Vicky’s smile widened at the sight of her. “Oh, she’s darling,” she said, soft and almost dreamy. She reached out and took Kaleigh’s hand, her grip surprisingly firm. “Welcome, sweetheart. My husband, Sheriff Parker, had to step out for a bit. He’s seeing to some things tonight, but he’ll be home soon.” Kaleigh swallowed, forcing a small, polite smile. “Oh. Okay,” she said softly, her voice just above a whisper. The chill air slipped under her skin, and she shifted her weight, her bladder aching with a sudden urgency she tried to ignore. Miss Sandy gave her shoulder one last reassuring squeeze, her smile unwavering. “It’s just for the night, dear,” she said softly, like she was coaxing a child. “Vicky will take good care of you. And remember, in the morning, there’ll be hot coffee and fresh muffins waiting here.” Kaleigh forced another smile, even as her bladder gave a sharp pang and the cold night air seemed to slip under her skin. “Thank you,” she murmured, though she wasn’t sure who she was thanking—Miss Sandy, Vicky, or just the universe for getting her out of that cramped bus and greasy diner and into something that she hoped might be a little more cozy. She let herself be led away, her steps echoing in the quiet night as Miss Sandy waved and watched them go, her sweet smile never faltering. The diner door swung shut behind them with a soft jingle of bells, and just like that, Kaleigh was swept out of the warm, familiar chaos of her team and into the eerie stillness of the night. --------------------------------- The Sweet Hollow series is my newest creation and obsession. Join me on Ream or SubStar for exclusive access, bonus chapters, and everything I can’t share here. My subscribers have been reading this story for over a week now. You can read the ENTIRE 55k word story on Ream or SubscribeStar or grab it now on Amazon. Find Abby McGee here: SubStar | Ream | Amazon

CHAPTER SIX Brian jolted awake, tensing as he felt the bonds against his limbs. Seeing the blonde hair still spread across his chest, he smiled and took a deep breath. Within moments, Brian located the cause of his sudden awakening. Autumn was awake and groaning and shaking her crib, no doubt having soiled her diaper at some point. He smiled again, thinking of how great it was to see Autumn finally get what she deserved. He looked down at Lola, still slumbering, and noted the bit of drool across his chest. He didn’t mind and, for some reason, found her even more endearing. Looking past her smooth, scattered limbs, he saw the bulky outline of his diaper. Brian shifted slightly and realized that Autumn may not have been the only reason he was up. His morning wood thrust itself firmly against the padding, egged on by the small gyrations of the cute blonde snuggled against him. Lola felt good in his arms. Or…against his chest. He wanted nothing more than to hold her. To wrap his arms around her. Well, maybe he wanted one thing more than that. Autumn continued to bang around and wail and Brian tried to will her into silence so that Lola could have a few more minutes to sleep through this nightmare, but it was not to be. He watched as Lola blinked and entered the land of the living. There was a look of shock and confusion, and then Lola found his eyes and settled in, remembering where she was and, more importantly, who she was with. She repositioned her body to see his face and laid against him, a small smile behind her pacifier. Hearing Autumn’s commotion, Lola sat up and stretched, her small breasts stretching the fabric of her tight onesie. Brian stared, unable to help himself in his current state, and hoped Lola wouldn’t mind. Quite the opposite, actually, as Lola noticed his glances and doubled down on her stretches, shaking her body at him with a wink. She leaned in to snuggle and Brian groaned. He was so hard in his diaper that he legitimately thought he might hurt her if she laid on top of him. Plus, there was the growing humiliation of having an erection in a diaper that he wasn’t sure how he would explain. “Mmmph?” Lola sat up, surprised, and hoped that she wasn’t hurting him. Brian heard the sound first, looking into Lola’s wide eyes as he tried to determine what he was hearing. There was a soft rustle and a gentle hum as Lola froze silently in place. His own butt plug turned on next, sending shock waves from deep inside as the vibrations pulsed. Brian looked into her eyes, desperate and pleading and embarrassed. He was sure that his look mirrored hers. Lola leaned forward over him, falling onto all fours and reaching back to grab at the thick padding, but it was no use in her padded mittens. Brian pulled his legs together as tightly as he could before clenching his whole body, but there was no escape. Brian shifted his weight from side to side and watched Lola struggle even with more freedom. She crawled and squatted and laid her body in every position she could think of, but couldn’t get away from the pulsing rhythm inside. And her titillating escape attempt was having quite the effect on Brian. Now knowing what else to do, Lola went back to her safe space and snuggled into Brian’s chest, settling her weight on top of him as they looked into each other’s eyes. She was too close and felt too vulnerable and shifted her body downward until her vibrating diaper came into contact with his knee and she stopped. Her head was so close to his swollen member now and her soft moans were taking Brian over the edge. Lola pleaded with her eyes for him to make it stop, but there was nothing he could do. She lightly thrusted into his leg, tentatively at first, hiding her eyes to protect her remaining shreds of dignity as she humped her thick diaper against Brian’s leg, desperate for release. The next vibrations shocked both of them and Brian realized that Lola must have small vibrators on the front of her onesie, positioned over each breast. This proved to be too much for Lola, whose soft groans turned to loud moans as she desperately humped Brian’s leg and pushed her breasts into his diaper to increase her sensations. As her pleasure rose, so did his, the added vibrations to the front of his already strained diaper and the sight of Lola pleasuring herself and using him as a prop took him over the edge as he grunted and finished in his diaper. He looked at Lola, who continued to breathe heavily as she came down from her own humiliating orgasm and laid across his stomach as the vibrations died down. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “So, it looks like you two had a fun night? Who’s going to kiss and tel…mmmph!” Autumn was extra chatty as the trio sat in just diapers and bibs to eat their breakfast. The food wasn’t bad. So far, Brian had managed to swallow some sort of oatmeal, some mashed bananas, and what he was pretty sure was just applesauce. He ate in silence, staring out at the machine that had completely emasculated him and squirming on his thickly padded bottom. Lola also ate in silence, attempting a few glances in his direction. Brian knew he couldn’t look her in the eye after what she had just seen him do in his diaper. “Awww, looks like you two are a little embarrassed after your morning lovemaking session, huh?” “How’s that dirty diaper treating you?” Autumn blushed and looked away, in shock that Brainy Brian would dare stand up for himself or throw an insult back at her. He had never done that before. Brian may have never stood up to his bully, but he would not let Autumn make Lola feel any worse for what the two of them were forced to do. He had dreamed of being with Lola, but dry humping each other in diapers was not on his bingo card. She would never look at him the same after this. He knew that. “Hey, asshole…you don’t get to talk to me like that. When I get out of this highchair, I’m going to…mmmph? Mmmph!” Lola and Brian shared a small smile as Autumn’s applesauce was exchanged for something that was apparently far worse judging by the faces she made as her cheeks were pinched as she was forced to swallow her morning sludge. As jars of baby food became bottles of juice, Brian, Lola, and Autumn contemplated what the rest of their day would be. Brian knew they would go through the machine again. He hoped the butt plug would come out soon, but he didn’t love what that could mean for him and Lola after seeing the destruction Autumn caused to her diaper. There had already been enough humiliation for one day. After their faces were wiped, Autumn was whisked away to the machine, leaving Lola and Brian behind in their highchairs. They watched as she was plopped onto the machine and began her struggle. “She’s quite the fighter.” Brian looked over at Lola, surprised that she wanted to talk to him after what they had just been forced to do. “Try growing up with her.” “Oh, yeah…what was she like in school?” Brian watched as Autumn’s diaper was opened, revealing her messy shame as her legs were raised. She stopped fighting then, apparently willing to cooperate if it meant a clean bottom. “A jerk…bully…she was the worst. Still is, I guess…I haven’t seen her in years.” “Did she bully…you?” Brian couldn’t look Lola in the eye, preferring to watch Autumn squirm as she had her messy bottom wiped. “...yeah…” They sat for a few minutes and watched as Autumn was wiped and lotioned from head to toe, before being flipped to her hands and knees for yet another temperature check. He allowed himself a small smile as the thermometer penetrated her. “I’m sorry, Brian. I didn’t know. She seemed kinda cool, but I guess I’m seeing a different side of her now.” “A very different side of her.” Lola laughed as Autumn was flipped right side up and struggled through another diapering process. “Brian, I…” “This is weird, but I’m glad that I'm here with you, Lola. No regrets.” She looked over at him, finally catching his eye with a sly smile. “None?” “Well…I would maybe change a few things..” They chuckled and turned their attention back to Autumn as her diaper was sealed and her outfit for the day was chosen: a frilly pink dress, with matching hair bows, and buckle shoes to match her pink diaper. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Autumn wear pink. You either…though it suits you…” Lola blushed and smiled. “I prefer blacks and greys these days, but you should have seen me in high school, Brian. Ugh…I was one of the popular kids that I’m sure you would have hated. I didn’t know any better and just wore and went along with everything my friends were doing. But it never really felt like…me, ya know?” “And does this feel like you?” Lola’s face was almost a continual blush around Brian. No other man had that effect on her. She looked down and wished she had Otis to hide her face. “I mean, the thinner diapers were definitely better and it would be nice to have a shirt, but this isn’t so bad, I guess. I feel cute.” “Oh, umm…you look cute. But I was talking about your normal look.” “Oh! Oh god…” The embarrassment of her recent admission was too much and Lola hid her face as Autumn made her triumphant appearance and was placed into a playpen at their feet. Lola didn’t have the chance to redeem herself as she was carried away next, blushing as the droopy diaper between her legs revealed that she had wet her diaper at some point during their breakfast date. “Hey dork…are you getting us out of here?” “Dork?” “Yeah, my language choices are a little limited right now. Just wait till we get out of here..” Brian ignored her and watched as Lola was laid on the conveyor belt, mechanical arms holding her firmly in place. Autumn sighed loudly and dramatically. “You’re pathetic. You know that? There is no way that a girl like that would ever go for a guy like you. Zero chance. Less than zero. Could you imagine? Brainy Brian with a girl like Lola?” “...shut up…” “Or what? You couldn’t even get us out of here. You couldn’t even save your precious Lola. Look, Brian, she’s getting her cute little bottom wiped right now because you couldn’t use your big ol’ Brian Brain to save her. You think she’s going to want to be with you after this? I bet you never see her again.” “Shut. Up.” Autumn stepped over the rails of the playpen and walked over to Brian, still trapped in his highchair. Even dressed as an adorable princess, Autumn was still intimidating. She must have been an absolute terror as a toddler. She poked him in the chest, egging him on further. Poking him harder and harder as he closed his eyes and tried to ignore her, just like he did for so many years. “Hey, I’m talking to you. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to climb out of your high chair and shut me up? What are you gonna do, Brainy Brian?!” The alarms went off and Brian smiled. Lola’s feet were still lifted into the air, mid-wiping, as the machine halted and attention shifted to Autumn. “Bully Mode Activated. Initiating Punishment Sequence.” Autumn was lifted into the air in front of Brian’s high chair and bent at the waist. Her eyes followed his as the paddle came into view. “What am I going to do about it? I already did, Autumn. I couldn’t get us out of here, but I did have the time to program in a few surprises for when you took the bait and tormented me like you always do. You’re not in charge here. I am.” WHACK! Autumn’s eyes met his, a look of shock and rage. But that would be dealt with soon enough. WHACK! WHACK! “Ugh…what did you do?!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Nothing you haven’t deserved for a long time. I hope you enjoy what’s coming next.” Autumn opened her mouth to yell and paused as the tapes of her diaper were ripped and her diaper fell to the floor beneath her. She felt the cool wood of the paddle against her already heated buns. “No…call it off. Come on. I didn’t mean it.” WHACK! “Ugh…please!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Please Brian…ugh….please…puh…please…” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Brian smiled as his bully collapsed into a pile of tears as the paddling continued. There was nothing he could do about it, and Autumn was still far from having learned her lesson. He knew that she would say or do whatever it took to get out of the current predicament, but Autumn certainly wasn’t sorry. But she would be soon enough. The paddling carried on until Autumn hung limply in the air, openly sobbing. Lola raised her head to see what the commotion was about and Brian winked, feeling bolder as Autumn was taken down a notch. Autumn didn’t see the tube descending from the ceiling, but Brian did, and he watched with unbridled glee as the lubed tube found its way between Autumn’s aching cheeks and into her rear passage. The look on Autumn’s face as the warm water entered her bottom was something Brian would cherish for the rest of his life. As the minutes churned on, he watched Autumn’s belly grow larger and larger as she squirmed and moaned at the intrusion. When the flowing water ceased, Autumn had only a moment to look Brian in the eye and he waved his fingers playfully as she passed on her way back to the machine to be rediapered. Autumn landed gently on the belt and it roared to life, quickly wiping, powdering, and diapering each of them. Autumn again found herself not in the thin diaper that had graced her bottom for a few brief moments, but the ultra thick double diaper that she wore from the night before. Brian was glad to see Lola in a more reasonably sized daytime diaper and dressed in a flowy scalloped top and matching diaper cover. She sat obediently as her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Autumn was not as lucky. She whined and groaned as the fluffy pink onesie was pulled over her head and snapped between her legs. Her darker hair was pulled to the side for the pink hood to be pulled up to her forehead, while a matching pink pacifier was wedged between her pouting lips. Brian smiled as Lola and Autumn hung in front of him for a moment before being dropped into the playpen. Lola was adorable and blushy, per usual. Autumn was distressed and dressed as a pretty pink teddy bear with a sore bottom and churning belly. Landing softly in the waiting playpen, Lola crawled to the edge to lean her back against the railing and watched Autumn squirm and groan above her as she hung in the air. But Brian wasn’t done with her yet. Autumn and Lola watched as a mechanical hand descended from on high. Lola smiled and looked at Brian when she saw what was coming, and Autumn pouted and looked away, ever the petulant child. Another hand lifted Autumn’s chin, forcing her to look at the sign with one simple word printed in block text. The one word that was a bigger punishment for her than anything else that had been done to the sulking girl so far. Autumn pouted and glared at the sign as her pacifier was removed. Apologize. Brian leaned forward onto his highchair tray, enraptured by the tension and the glorious words Autumn would finally need to say to him. The paddle descended next to the sign, an ominous threat of what was coming if Autumn didn’t comply. “Okay! Okay…fine…imsorry…” The paddle moved behind her, clearly not impressed with her first apologetic attempt. WHUMP! “I’m sorry! Jesus...I’m sorry, Brian!” The paddle against her thick diaper didn’t hurt, but the enema churning in her stomach was uncomfortable and Autumn wanted to be done with this so she could sulk in peace. “I’m sorry.” Brian smiled as Autumn was placed into the playpen. Lola waved as he was lifted for his own turn through the machine, feeling vindicated and hopeful for the first time in a long time. ------------------------------ Check out my new series From Cards to Cribs. Book 3 drops this week! SubStar | Ream | Amazon

Chapter Ten “Mrs. Stern, I think there’s been a misunderstandi…” “You just earned five with the paddle. If you don’t want to make it ten, you will make sure that you are at my desk before I am.” With that, Mrs. Stern turned around and began her walk back to her desk. Jennifer sat silently, shaking and unsure how she had fallen so far, so quickly. A woman around her age in blonde pigtails turned around and shook Jennifer by the arm, pulling the stupefied reporter from her trance. “Hey! You’ve got to go. Fast. Hurry!” The woman whispered her admonition before quickly resuming her own position looking to the front of the room. Jennifer stood up and rushed down the aisle, quickly overtaking Mrs. Stern on the way to face her judgment. She stopped at the woman’s desk and wasn’t sure what to do. She stood awkwardly to the side of her desk, completely unsure of herself and hoping she had not made the situation worse. Jennifer awkwardly fidgeted with her hands, unsure if she should hold them in front of herself or put them on her head like Maria, who was still in the corner. Her hands moved up and down her body until she put the tip of a finger in her mouth, satisfying her anxiety with the familiar old habit. “Blah!” The bitterness of her fingertip caught Jennifer by complete surprise and she stuck her tongue out and shook her fingers, before remembering the bitter nail polish that Ashley put on her fingers. Ugh! “Mrs. Jennifer, pull yourself together this instant. Hands on your head, since you can’t seem to figure out what to do with yourself.” Jennifer’s hands shot to the top of her head, glad to have clear instruction again, even if it was to her detriment. Afraid of further incurring Mrs. Stern’s wrath, Jennifer stood obediently as the stern disciplinarian grabbed the waistband of her skirt. “Jennifer was given explicit instruction. But instead of writing her essay, it seems that our newest student would prefer to write crude stories instead.” “No, Mrs. Stern I…” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spanking happened so quickly that Jennifer could not properly register what happened. One moment she was standing in front of a classroom with her knees knocking. The next she was bent at the waist and soundly spanked over her pantied bottom. A moment later, she was pulled back to her former position as if nothing ever happened, with nothing but her stinging bottom and the wide-eyes of the women in front of her as lingering reminders. Jennifer’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to make sense of what was happening and, more importantly, what was happening inside of her. She made eye contact with some of the other women, their eyes a mixture of pity, amusement, and…schadenfreude: the pleasure one experiences while watching someone else suffer. It was an interesting word that she had been trying to find a place for in a story. But with all the boring community write-ups, it never seemed to come up organically. But now, as these women watched her demotion and downfall, Jennifer finally understood. It was the feeling she had when she watched that maid getting spanked in the nursery. The exquisite feeling of seeing someone get what was coming to them. What they deserve. Oh god…do they think I deserve this? Jennifer’s mind raced as Mrs. Stern again reached for her skirt, slowly lowering the zipper. “But this petulant brat didn’t want to write about the things she did wrong. She wanted to write about naughty words like…stripped…” The reporter gasped as her skirt hit the floor, pooling around her shiny black shoes. She looked down with wide-eyes but had learned enough to not move her arms or reach down to preserve her dignity that was falling by the moment. “...and bare bottom…” There was no time to process that she was standing in front of strangers in her underwear before her white cotton panties were yanked off of her waist and pulled down her legs. The bottomless journalist quickly pushed her thighs together in a feeble attempt to hide herself and protect her modesty. Jennifer Brooks was standing completely bare from the waist down in front of a group of strangers. She had never paid attention to how her downstairs hairs had given her some form of protection and coverage, but could now confirm that she indeed missed their presence. She somehow felt more naked than normal, like her nakedness kicked into an extra gear of vulnerability and exposure. And she hated it. Mrs. Stern crossed in front of the petrified woman and returned with a chair. Jennifer stood motionless, unsure of whether she was more afraid of standing here on display or going over the woman’s lap. As she settled in over Mrs. Stern’s lap, Jennifer quickly realized that she preferred being on display. As humiliating as that had been, it was preferable to the utterly child-like way that it felt to be dangling over someone’s knee, with her bare bottom exposed. SMACK! This was worse than the courtroom. SMACK! At least there, Jennifer had still mostly felt like herself, even if she was getting her ass paddled in the middle of a courtroom of strangers. SMACK! This was worse than Nurse Ashley. SMACK! That had been utterly humiliating, but it had at least just been the two of them. And, while Ashley certainly enjoyed her job, she seemed to do it with compassion and concern, like a nurturing guide. SMACK! Mrs. Stern was not a nurturing guide. She seemed to be a disciplinarian of the strictest variety, the dictionary definition, and her surname perfectly suited her demeaner. SMACK! Her fingers felt firm and rigid, just like the woman they were attached to. Ashley was firm, but playful. Mrs. Stern was all business. SMACK! These didn’t hurt, at least not as much as she had expected. Perhaps the old woman was growing soft. SMACK! Mrs. Stern stopped as suddenly as she had begun, motioning Jennifer off of her lap and onto the ground. She did not experience the uncertainty from lack of clear direction this time as Mrs. Stern proceeded to grab her by the ear and lead her towards the desk. “That was your warm-up. You owe me five with the paddle.” Jennifer was pressed firmly against the desk by the unyielding woman, acutely aware that she was now being forced to display herself even more lewdly than before. “Class, you will count each one aloud.” What is it with this town and their incessant need for counti… WHAP! “MotherFu..” WHAP! “Two.” WHAP! “No, please….oh….please……” WHAP! “Four.” WHAP! “Oh…oh god….I’m sorry……I….” Jennifer only realized they were done when the paddle was placed firmly on the desk near her head. She breathed deeply, feeling both the pain and shame of her recent experience. Mrs. Stern sat down at her desk, leaning in close to deliver the final blow. “Now, you take that bare bottom of yours and go to the board behind me. Write ‘I will not write dirty stories in class’. You have until lunchtime to fill the board.” Jennifer glanced over the shoulder of the most vile woman she had ever met and saw the double-panelled board that took up the entire wall. Even with larger handwriting, she would have to write the lines hundreds of times. “Get to work.” Jennifer stood up and rubbed her bottom before remembering that touching those parts was strictly off limits to her and shooting her hands in front of her body in hopes that Mrs. Stern hadn’t noticed. She fidgeted with her fingers on her way to the board, a trembling fingernail finding its way to her lips before she was reminded of the bitter polish and came to the board, contorting her face like a baby tasting lemons for the first time. She grabbed a piece of chalk, thankful that she no longer had to face the group of women, and got to work. As she neared the end of her first line, Jennifer locked eyes with Maria like a lightning bolt piercing the air. Shit. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jennifer glanced back to Mrs. Stern, who had busied herself with something at her desk, completely oblivious to the threats to her newest student. “Why you got to bring me trouble like that? I won’t forget this. You’ll get yours.” “I already did. Did you not hear what just happened?” “Miss Maria! Miss Jennifer! Front of the class. Now. Back to the position that both of you know so well.” Jennifer’s eyes went wide and Maria’s continued to blaze with absolute fire as they turned towards each other and made their way toward their shared fate. “I’m going to kill you.” Jennifer couldn’t believe that she was being punished. Again. She had never gotten in trouble in school. Not once. And now she couldn’t seem to do anything right. And this crazy girl seemed to think that it was all her fault instead of realizing the violence inherent in the system. She saw no choice and followed the girl’s lead until they were both standing in identical positions as earlier. Except now Jennifer wasn’t worried about everyone seeing her panties. She put her hands behind her head to match her partner in crime and stared out at the class, tears already welling in her eyes. With her freshly shaven parts fully exposed, Jennifer had never felt more vulnerable or humiliated in her entire life. It wasn’t fair. “Ladies, you seem set on pushing your luck today and disobeying me at every opportunity. Turn around.” The women did as they were told and two pink bottoms were presented to the class of reforming women. Maria scowled at the withering journalist again as they turned, mumbling something that Jennifer couldn’t decipher over her growing sniffles. “At least your classmates have the opportunity to learn from your willful defiance to make better choices for themselves. Bend over and grab your ankles.” Jennifer moved in slow motion as a mirror image of her smaller accomplice. Her open palms slid slowly down her legs, crossing the barrier to her knee-socks, and coming to a stop at the top of her buckled shoes. She felt the strain in her leg muscles and saw the first tear fall as Mrs. Stern positioned herself behind the journalist to begin her attack. WHAP! “Please…it’s not fair…puh…please!” Jennifer cried softly as the situation repeated itself a few feet to her right and heard Maria grunt as the first blow landed. “No…please…Mrs. Stern…please…PLEASE!” WHAP! Jennifer couldn’t hold back the tears and cried openly as she fought to maintain her position as the humiliating and painful paddling continued. This wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. I’m a good person and do the right things. Why was this happening to me? Why do I have to put myself through something like this for a job that I’m overqualified for anyway? Why did everything have to be so hard? Why? Why?? Her thoughts didn’t get much time to shine as the powerful emotions completely overwhelmed her. She barely registered Maria grunting through another paddling before she felt the cold wood of the paddle against her bare ass again. There was no pleading or begging this time. She was broken and didn’t care anymore. Jennifer just cried. Openly and without regard for how she looked or what others thought. She felt the paddle leave her butt and tried to compose herself long enough that she could brace for impact. But it never came. Looking to her left, she saw Mrs. Stern sit at her desk and reach for her phone with a sigh. “Yes, Nurse Ashley? I have one for you. I’m afraid that The Classroom was too much for her and she will need to join the Preschool Class instead. Yes…thank you.” “Maria, you may pull up your panties and rejoin the class.” Jennifer was still sniffling as she caught the beautiful dark-haired girl’s eyes one final time. She had hoped to see compassion or sympathy, but only the deep-seated fire of a woman scorned endured. “Jennifer, remain where you are. Nurse Ashley will be here to fetch you in a moment.” ------------------------- New updates every week! 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CHAPTER FIVE “Oh…umm…” “Did you say you found us a way out? Maybe I can just keep holding it.” “I’m uhhh…still working on it. But I think it may be a while.” “...oh…” They waited in silence for a few minutes. Brian watched as Lola laid on her back and fiddled with Otis and tried to think of anything he could do to help. She sighed. “Can you see me in there?” “Yes.” “Don’t look, okay? This is embarrassing enough.” “I’m sorry, Lola. I wish I had found a way. I ummm…do think I can get the machine to change you when you’re done.” Lola sighed and chuckled, whispering quietly to herself. “Great, as soon as I pee myself, the cute guy will take me away to get my diaper changed.” Brian sat up straight. “I, umm…can still hear you.” “Oh! Oh god…ummm…okay, let’s do this. Don’t look, okay? Promise?” “I promise. Let me know when you’re done and I’ll take care of you.” Lola forced a small smile and then took another deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what she had to do. Brian said he wouldn’t watch, but couldn’t help himself, morbid fascination overwhelming his basic decency. They waited and listened as Lola took deep breaths. Brian thought about trying to talk, but thought that would be weird. “This is too weird, Brian. I can’t do it.” “Have you ever been to the beach?” Brian watched as she closed her eyes and took a breath. “Yes. It’s been a while.” “We should go sometime.” She smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” “Yeah, it does. For now, picture yourself at the beach. You’re alone and you hear the waves crashing, the water trickling back to the ocean.” Brian watched her relax, Otis rising and falling on her chest as she took deep breaths. “Can you see it?” “Mmmm…yeah…” “Okay, I want you to picture yourself walking into the ocean. The water is warm and feels nice against your skin. You get your toes wet. Then your ankles. You feel the sand under your toes. You walk in further. Your knees are submerged. You take a few more steps and your hips are underwater.” “Can you feel it?” “...yeah…” “There’s no one around, Lola. You can let go.” Brian listened as she took a few sharp breaths and then held her breath. He was concerned until he heard the faint hissing sound. “Ewww, it’s so warm. Gross.” “Hey, you’re doing great.” “You’re not watching, right?” Brian looked at her face, flush with embarrassment. “No, Lola.” “Oh, it’s so weird, Brian. I could feel it everywhere and then I guess it just got soaked into the padding or something. Oh, that was so weird.” “You did great. I think I can get you into the machine quietly without waking Autumn. She’s still out cold.” “Yeah, she’s snoring like a bear. I don’t snore, do I?” Brian smiled, unsure of how such a lumbering sound could come from such an adorably, small person like Lola. “Nope.” She smiled and hugged her otter. “Okay, let’s do this. Can Otis come?” “I don’t see why not? Hang on. I’ll see you in a minute.” Brian punched in his new commands and watched as the mechanical arms carefully lifted Lola from the crib and brought her towards the machine. He noted that her diaper sagged lower in her pajama pants and raised his eyes to meet her embarrassed smile. Lola was placed onto the belt and new mechanical hands rose to hold her firmly in place. Brian looked at the screen. “Occupant Secure. Initiating Garment Removal Process.” Brian was pleased with himself, seeing that his commands were working. No sirens. No loud robot voices announcing every move. It seemed like everything was working as he intended it. He pushed the manual override button and walked down the stairs. “Brian? What are you doing?! You’ll end up on here like me!” “Hey, it’s okay. I haven’t found a way out yet, but I know my way around the system now. Notice the lack of alarms and creepy robot voice? I got this. And I just put it into manual override mode so that I could come and see you for a minute.” Brian watched as her fear turned to relief. Lola lifted her head and wiggled her fingers at him. Everything moved in slow motion as he crossed the room and stood beside her, reaching his fingers inch by inch until they met hers. They hadn’t touched before, not really. She would occasionally put her hand on his shoulder, or push him playfully, but nothing like this. It was simple and small and perfect in every way. He stared at her cute little fingers wrapped around his for a moment before they shared a bashful smile and looked away. “I’m sorry that I can’t get you out of there. I’m trying the best I can to make you comfortable. Sorry about the umm…spanking…” Lola blushed and looked away. “Thanks Brian. I guess I’ll just have to be a good girl in here, huh?” She wiggled her fingers with a twinkle in her eye. Brian smiled, unable to control himself. The words poured out. “Hey, Lola…I wanted to tell you…umm…I think you’re…” “Come here, Brian.” “What?” “Come here. I can’t really come to you, can I?” Brian leaned in, edging closer and closer to her face. Was this happening? She smiled as he approached and lifted her head to meet his. Their lips touched and Brian saw fireworks. Never in a million years would he have suspected that his first kiss would be with a girl in a wet diaper strapped down to a mechanical nursery machine, but none of that mattered now. Lola let gravity take over and slowly left his lips as her head landed against the belt again and smiled, looking deeply into his eyes. “Lola, that was…” He paused as the sirens went off. That shouldn’t be happening. He had overridden all alarms and commands and the machine was in manual override while he and Lola had their awkward first date. “Anomaly Detected: Initiating Romeo and Juliet Sequence.” “Romeo and…what?” “Brian! Look out!” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Brian didn’t see what hit him. One minute he was on his feet, standing over the most beautiful girl in the world after an electric first kiss. The next minute he was hovering over her, watching her soggy diaper come into view as her thin pajama pants were removed as he was lifted by the mechanical hands. “What’s happening? Brian, help!” He struggled with all he had but quickly found himself deposited behind Lola on the belt, marvelling at the strength and precision of the machine. “Lola! I…” “Initiating Pacification Protocol.” “What? No! I…mmmmph!” Brian shook his head and thrashed as the rubber bulb filled his mouth and the strap was tied behind his head. He looked up to see that Lola was being given the same treatment and was already having her top removed. He realized that he was next. That he was about to be stripped alongside his crush. He would probably be diapered and who knew what else. Lola would never look at him the same after this. But right now, Brian had more important things to worry about. “Occupant Secure. Initiating Garment Removal Process.” Brian fought with all he had, but was no match for the machine. As his pants were ripped from his body he was at least thankful that Lola was in front of him and didn’t see his shame. As he was pulled into a seated position for his shirt to be removed, he noticed that Lola had also been repositioned. They sat toe to toe, him in his boxers and her in a wet diaper, and looked into each other’s wide, embarrassed eyes as they were both laid down for the humiliation to continue. Brian legs were lifted high into the air and he saw the backs of Lola’s legs in a similar position just a few feet in front of him. He closed his eyes as his boxers were removed and the shame overwhelmed him before Lola’s muffled groans and whining pulled him back into the present. He heard the tapes of her diaper ripped open and lifted his head to peer between his upturned legs as Lola’s wet diaper landed between them with a thunk. Her head was also raised and he realized that if he could see between her legs, that she could also see his. He groaned and lowered his head, convinced that his life was over before it started. “Scan complete. One…WET DIAPER… …and One…NEW INTAKE. Beginning cleansing and hair removal process.” Brian looked between his legs at Lola’s smooth, hairless bottom and realized what that would mean. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that his struggles would amount to nothing but it didn’t stop him from trying as the thick goo was smeared over his body, across his lean torso and chest, down his legs and arms, and between his legs. The hair removal process was surprisingly efficient and effective, but Brian didn’t have long to geek out over the scientific compounds applied before he was flipped to his hands and knees for a perfect view of Lola’s first diaper change. He winced as the thick cream was applied to his back, legs, and between his cheeks and watched as the nimble fingers wiped Lola in places that he had only dreamed about. Her legs were lifted and we watched as the wipes caressed her perfect bottom, leaving it glistening under the lights. Brian realized that his own body was also being wiped clean, but he was so caught up in the process in front of him that he hadn’t noticed until the final wipe swiped between his cheeks. He expected to see a new diaper laid out for Lola and kicked himself for not remembering what came next. “Commencing health check.” “Mmph? Mmmph! Mmmph!” It seemed that Lola agreed with his assessment as he listened to her muffled complaints as she was flipped onto her hands and knees in front of him, so close he could almost touch her. The thermometers were cold and worked in perfect synchrony. Brian stared at the cute little butt in front of him as the thermometer inched closer and closer and could feel the same approach nudging towards his own back door. With an adorable squeak from her and a muffled grunt from him, both sat perfectly still with thermometers poking out between their cheeks and waited for the humiliation to end. Brian groaned as the thermometer was twisted slowly in his bottom and watched as Lola received the same treatment, curling her perfectly manicured toes in the process. They both sighed in relief when the long tubes began their painstakingly slow departure from their smooth bottoms. Looking up, he caught Lola’s eye and tried to exude confidence and strength. She looked so scared and humiliated and he just wanted to reassure her and go back to the way things were only a few moments before. He was annoyed as a pink object came into view, but mostly because it obstructed his view of Lola. Then he realized what he was looking at. It was a butt plug. A pink one. He had seen them online, but never in person, and it was bigger than he imagined. He looked at Lola’s cute little bottom and the large plug and tried to tell her to look out or to brace herself. “Mmmph! Mmph! Mmmmmph!” Brian had completely forgotten that he was due for the same treatment until he felt the silicone tip at his rear passage. The lube dripped between his cheeks and coated the entirety of his package and he groaned and clenched as the plug was slowly inserted inch by inch until it settled into place. He felt full. And violated. He had never experimented with any kind of back door play and wasn’t sure that he wanted to. Regardless, Brian wasn’t overly keen about his first time being at the hands of a deranged machine. “Initiating Dressing Protocol.” Brian didn’t have long to process these new feelings as he and Lola were flipped over and found themselves flat on their backs again with their legs lifted into the air. He felt so much more exposed now, with the buttplug in place and no hair between his legs and was almost thankful when the diapers came into view. Hers was a lovely shade of pink and his was blue and both were much thicker than the diaper he had previously selected for Lola. The padding was surprisingly soft under his ass. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him, but it did. After the last few minutes of endless humiliation, it was a comforting distraction. The baby powder tickled as it rained between his legs and he felt a twitch as the nimble fingers moved his manhood around to ensure that he was fully coated. He lifted his head and saw that Lola was also covered in powder from belly-button to bottom but had laid her head down on the belt, staring up into the darkness as she was sealed into another diaper. As his own diaper was pulled into place, he squeezed his legs together as he felt the mechanical fingers take his manhood and point it down, holding it in place as the thick padding engulfed him, one tape at a time. And then…Brian was diapered. Just like that, he had fallen from nerdy guy in control of the situation to humiliated beyond measure in front of the cute girl that he had just kissed. He groaned as they were pulled into a seated position and he looked into Lola’s moist eyes. Brian held eye contact with her this time, not allowing his eyes to drop to the perky bare breasts below, as their hands were lifted and soft onesies were pulled into place. His world was a sea of blue fabric until his head popped out and he felt the soft, thin cloth tightly hugging his body. Lola looked cute and pouty and though he had never seen her in pink before tonight he was surprised at how well it suited her. He was sure that he looked completely ridiculous as he was laid down for the buttons to be snapped and the thick padding was forced between his legs. It wasn’t until the soft booties were strapped to his feet that he noticed that he also couldn’t see his fingers, trapped at the end of the excruciatingly humiliating onesie he was forced into. As he sat up to look at Lola once more he noted the white heart across her chest with the words ‘Little Juliet’ and assumed that he had a similar matching moniker across his own chest. They were each lifted into the air and carried past a smirking Autumn. Brian landed on his back in the crib and struggled as his limbs were attached to the sides. Even Autumn still had her freedom as she rose to her knees to peer over her crib at the action happening next door. As humiliated and frustrated as he was, Brian was overjoyed to see Lola being lowered into the same crib with him. She was set on her diapered bottom with her back against the rails between his cuffed legs and a bottle was clipped to the front of her pacifier gag. Her hands were lifted to the bottle and she took the hint, holding onto the bottle long enough for the hands to retract. Brian didn’t have that option and laid still as the mechanical hands held the bottle for him. He looked around his bottle at Lola, who was somehow still interested enough in him to return his glances. Bottles finished, the mechanical hands retracted, leaving them both alone in the crib. Lola was unsure of what to do with herself and eventually crawled towards Brian, letting her mittened hands gently caress his chest before she laid over him in an awkward hug that he longed to reciprocate. He listened to her gentle breathing and smelled the sweet floral notes of her hair and realized that life may not be so bad. After a few moments, Lola knelt beside him and motioned at his side. “Mmmph?” Brian stared at her, still transfixed by her beauty, even in their humiliated state. He realized that she was asking to snuggle up next to him and he nodded his permission eagerly. “Mm-Mmph!” Lola laid his head against his chest and they lay silently in their crib, listening to each other breathe and letting the melatonin take its course. Brian was just beginning to drift off to sleep when the adorable blonde spread across his lap fell into a deep slumber and sang the song of her people, which apparently were bears that had mated with lumberjacks. Despite his predicament, Brian smiled and fell asleep a happy man. ------------------------------ Check out my new series From Cards to Cribs. Book 2 just dropped this week! SubStar | Ream | Amazon

Chapter Three “Rick, you need to share with your sister.” The diapered man fumed and silently handed over the stuffed tiger. Of all the humiliating, emasculating things that had happened to him, having Nanny refer to Paige as his sister had to be the worst. Worse than the spankings, or enemas, or diapers, or dresses, or waxing, or even the chastity. Paige offered a kind smile, growing more and more unsure and frustrated with her husband by the day. She didn’t like this any more than Rick did, but had learned to make the best of it. There was nothing to be gained by pouting and constantly getting in trouble. She missed her sexy mountain of a man, but more than that, she missed her best friend. Paige didn’t recognize this man, and it wasn’t just because of the diapers. “Okay, I think she’s gone for a minute. Who do you think we’re going to play with? Which one of mommy’s friends would have people like…us.” “Don’t call her that.” “What?” Oh.. “Rick, does it even matter what we call her anymore? I hope it’s not Erin. God, she was the worst. Could you imagine what she would do with someone full-time?” Rick folded his hands and stared at the wall. Paige ignored him and persisted. “Remember when she made us rehearse and do that dance number? I don’t like her.” “They’re all stuck-up bitches. Every one of them.” “Yeah, they are. Ugh…I think Taylor just wanted to see us naked and was always stripping us down to just our diapers and getting us messy so she could give us bath time. She was not subtle with her advances. Or Meredith…my bottom is still red from the last time she was here. That bitch finds a reason to punish us for everything.” “She said we’re having a playdate downstairs, right? As in, out of the nursery?” Paige looked at her diapered husband and pursed her lips before allowing herself a small, compassionate sigh. “Rick, we’re not doing that again. The first time we were in padded mittens and booties for a week. Last time, she locked up Little Ricky.” “God, Paige. Don’t call it that. Do you want to be here? Do you like mommy changing your little diapers and pretending to nurse on her boobs every night? Where’s the strong woman I married?” “Ughhh, Rick! I can’t do this with you! I don’t want to be here any more than you. But we are here. And we’re together. I heard them saying that a lot of couples get split up and sent to different parts of the house. Is that what you want? I just want my best friend back.” “Damn it, Paige. I’m not your best friend. I’m your husband! And look at me. Look at us. Fuck this. Fuck YOU for playing along…and FUCK YOU, TIFFANY! And FUCK YOU TOO, NANNY!!” “Rick, no…oh god, what have you done?” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Paige sniffled in the corner. She had never seen Nanny so angry. Tiffany even came running in to see what the commotion was before Nanny shooed her away and shut the door. The look of sadistic glee that was on Nanny’s face when she turned around would haunt Paige’s nightmares for weeks. The demoted nurse had been spanked to tears, beyond tears, and then placed in the corner. Nanny always punished them together and always made Rick watch as his wife was reduced to a blubbering baby. That was normally enough to break him, but not today. Today he saw Paige as complicit and compliant. She was one of them. Nanny saved her worst for Rick. Nanny spanked him over her lap and he wouldn’t say it. She cuffed him to the table and paddled his already sore bottom in the diaper position. Rick howled and screamed, but refused to utter the words she wanted to hear, continuing to curse and threaten instead. The vibrating butt plug was saved as a last resort, but even the buzzy bum-bum toy couldn’t force the words out of Rick’s mouth. So, Nanny did what nannies do best. If Rick wasn’t going to say anything nice, then he wouldn’t get to say anything at all. The pacifier gag wasn’t surprising. Rick was forced into the pacifier gag multiple times every week since they arrived. But this one was special. Rick looked up in alarm and screamed, shaking his head back and forth as Nanny stepped closer. She attached the forehead strap to the table and made sure he wasn’t going anywhere before removing the pacifier cap and filling the porous pacifier with liquid soap. Rick screamed with fire in his eyes as he was forced to suck on the bitter bulb, before closing his eyes and finally accepting his fate. The middle-aged couple stayed that way for the rest of the morning. Paige, red-bottomed and too afraid to move as she shifted her aching muscles back and forth in the corner and Rick, who occasionally groaned but otherwise lay still, with no way out of his current pacified predicament. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “Oh! Look how precious my two favorite babies are today! I can’t wait to show you off and have you meet your new friends. Nanny, you have done a great job with them, as always.” Nanny merely nodded as she was dismissed. Rick sat motionless on the playmat of the nursery he shared with his wife. He wouldn’t admit it, even to himself, but he was thankful for all the soothing baby lotion and the double diapers he was now wearing to protect his sore ass. The light blue onesie was barely able to fit over his massively diapered crotch and he had not-so-secretly hoped it hadn’t, unsure of whether it would be worse to be seen in just his bulky diapers or this infantile baby blue monstrosity that proudly proclaimed that he was ‘Mommy’s Little Man’. But there was nothing Rick could do about it. Not with the thickly padded mittens and booties he had been forced into before leaving the changing table. The butt plug had also been left in to use as a deterrent and warning should Rick try to act up again. The soapy pacifier had been removed but the taste lingered and the pacifier gag that replaced it still rendered most of his speech unintelligible. Rick settled for an angry pout, trying his hardest to invoke the strong and silent persona that would clearly demonstrate how unjust and unfair the entire situation was. Tiffany booped him on the nose with her signature sadistic smile. “Awwww, look at you. You are so cute when you get all pouty. But not as cute as my little princess over here. Stand up. Let me get a look at you!” Paige did as she was told, feeling the familiar mix of complete and utter humiliation with reluctant, bashful pride. The blonde former nurse wore a similar onesie to her demoted husband; white with a large pink heart declaring the diapered middle-aged woman as ‘Mommy’s Little Girl’, but Paige was granted a frilly pink skirt. Initially she was thankful for the modesty, before realizing that it didn’t even cover her poofy diaper fully. Still, it was cute and it did make her feel pretty and dainty. Paige escaped the mitten and booties treatment, with Nanny opting instead for dainty white socks with delicate lace ruffles. Two long pigtails cascaded from the pink bows atop her head and Nanny had simply outdone herself with the makeup this time, as Paige’s bright eyes blinked behind full lashes. The pink pacifier kept her silent and adorable as always and Tiffany popped it out to see the bright pink lip gloss that Paige was hiding underneath the plastic silencer. “Paige, you are the prettiest princess I have ever seen. Twirl around for me.” Rick watched as his wife spun around and debased herself for the amusement of a girl half their age. The act itself was treacherous enough to him, but Paige’s look of utter fulfillment and contentment shook him to his core. If we are ever getting out of this, it’s up to me. I have to find a way. “Okay, time to head downstairs. I have some friends for you to meet!” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “Tiffany! I am so sorry, but this little stinker was going to make a mess of the place. I hope you don’t mind!” “Of course not, Meredith. Looks like you have your hands full!” Rick rounded the corner on his hands and knees, unable to walk with the added bulk between his legs. At first, he could only see his wife’s diapered bottom and TIffany’s long legs, but as they continued into the room, Rick saw what all the fuss was about. God, what is wrong with these people? As Rick continued his humiliating crawl, he was at least relieved to see that the playdate was with two women. He had not seen another man through the entirety of his captivity and hoped to remain that way. Being seen like this by women was bad enough. Rick crawled towards what was sure to be a humiliating afternoon and looked at the long legs of a brunette that were raised high into the air and kicking back and forth, presumably unhappy with her semi-public diaper change. With an obviously diapered blonde partially blocking their view, the couple was unaware of the prone woman’s state of undress until they settled into a position next to her. The young brunette was completely naked as Meredith finished up with the last few wipes from what appeared to be a very messy diaper change. The nude woman stared at the ceiling, breathing deeply through her pacifier, and clenching her fists into tight little balls on either side of her head as she bore the indignation of having her tight bottom being thoroughly wiped clean. The couple came to a stop next to the bashful brunette, and Paige obediently joined Rick on the ground next to the woman’s side, easing into a kneeling position, and unsure of what to do or where to look. She wasn’t sure whether she was more embarrassed about seeing the woman naked or seeing her bottom perched above a very messy diaper. “Paige, would you be mommy’s special helper and give Meredith a hand?” The brunette woman’s eyes opened wide as Paige lisped her response behind her pacifier, glad to have something to focus her attention on. “Yes, Mommy.” Paige could feel the prone woman staring at her, but reached for the lotion that Meredith pointed to and tried her best to be obedient and helpful. If she could stay on Tiffany’s good side, maybe she could eventually talk to the girl and find a way out of this. Paige looked at Rick and wasn’t much sure how much longer he was going to make it. She had to save them. She just had to bide her time, be patient, and find a way to endure whatever adorable atrocities came her way until she could try to talk some sense into the younger woman and improve their padded predicament. Meredith dripped the lotion onto the nearly nude woman’s smooth mound and smiled mischievously when the brunette gasped and whined as the cool lotion was rubbed into her supple skin. The whining quickly turned to moans as Meredith expertly rubbed the lotion into the young brunette’s loins, taking her time around the most sensitive areas as the captive audience looked on. The lotioning became more and more graphic until the brunette arched her back and was thrusting and moaning obscenely into the air, apparently not caring that she had a small crowd of onlookers with front-row seats to her erotic diaper change. Just as the moaning was reaching its crescendo, Meredith dragged her hands away slowly, gliding down the frustrated woman’s legs while the twenty-something brunette moaned and pleaded for release. “No, Krystal. We’ve talked about this. You are much too little for cummies.” Krystal screamed behind her pacifier and pounded her fists along the ground at her sides, kicking her feet in the air as she rocked back and forth in an adorable tantrum. “Oh, hush…Little ones can be so demanding. Do you let yours have cummies, Tiffany?” Rick and Paige shared a wide-eyed look as their orgasms were crudely discussed so openly in the company of strangers. “Well, I used to let them have playtime almost every day. Sometimes together. Sometimes during bath times or special diaper changes. Sometimes I even let them pleasure themselves in the most adorable outfits for my amusement. You should see how precious Paige is when she rides Mister Bear!” It was Paige’s turn to blush, as one of the most humiliating parts of her new life was brought to light. But she also couldn’t deny the intense pleasure she got from riding that giant, plush bear. “Oh, I would love to see that! She’s such a cutie. What about Rick?” “Well…I’ve had to lock Little Ricky up, so Rick hasn’t gotten any action in a while. Maybe one day he’ll be mommy’s sweet boy and get his pee-pee back, but not today. Isn’t that right. Rick?” Rick looked down and scowled, knowing there was nothing he could do about it now and already discretely scanning the room for opportunities to escape. “Oh no! Poor little guy...well, he can join Haley and Krystal in the ‘No Cummies Club’” Meredith laughed and clapped her hands as she fluffed Krystal’s diaper. “Hmmm…I think I’m going to leave Krystal in just her diaper. Is that okay with you, Tiffany?” Meredith smiled mischievously at Rick as she powdered the still visibly frustrated Krystal. “Oh, of course. Whatever you think is best for your girls!” “Well, I wouldn’t want to make Krystal feel too self-conscious…” Krystal raised her head, hoping beyond hope for even a small ounce of decency from the cruel woman. “...so, I think I’ll have Haley join her.” The adorable young blonde groaned, but knew there was no use fighting back. Krystal whined as her diaper was sealed in place without granting her release. Haley obediently lifted her arms until both of the diapered twenty-somethings sat beside each other in only pacifiers and pigtails. “So cute. I’m tempted to strip mine down too…but they look so sweet in their little onesies. And we don’t have to worry about Rick getting into any trouble, do we?” Rick continued to look down and away, eyeing the front door and making note of the locks. “No we do not, ha! So, tell me more about these precious little babies of yours, Meredith. Paige, get some toys for you and your new friends.” “Yes, Mommy! Paige got up and ran towards the toy chest, partly to show how obedient she could be, but mostly because she was eager to hear the story of the two women that were forced into the same lifestyle she was. “Oh, she’s an eager one, isn’t she?” Meredith laughed as she settled into the couch next to Tiffany with both of her diapered playthings at her feet. “Yes! Girl…Rick can be a handful, but after a stressful first few weeks, Paige has really settled in and really is Mommy’s Good Girl.” Paige smiled behind her pacifier at the infantilized praise as she gathered the toys in her arms and made her way back to her playmates. She put the toys onto the mat and hoped that she had brought an interesting enough assortment to keep everyone occupied. She handed the racecar to her husband, hoping that he could at least manage to feign interest long enough to dispel Tiffany’s wrath. Haley and Krystal sighed, but each reached for a babydoll; blonde for Hayley and brunette for Krystal, and each started brushing their dollified doppelgangers. Paige grabbed the plush blocks, which were easy enough to stack and look busy with while she eavesdropped on the grown-ups conversation. “So, how long have you had them?” “Oh, a few weeks now. You got Rick and Paige last month, right?” “It’s been almost two months. Time flies when you’re changing diapers all day!” “Wow, okay…so it must have been a few weeks after you got Paige that I got a call to take in these two. They had already been petgirls and spent some time in the dungeon, naughty little things that they are. They can’t be trusted to be house slaves and are just too damn horny and incompetent to do much else, so here they are. If I can’t get them straightened out, I hear they’re headed straight for The Nursery.” “Oh wow, well, that would straighten them out for sure. I didn’t even know you were looking to adopt or take anyone in..” “Yeah, this is just a short-term placement. These two fucked up and are here for one year, depending on their behavior. Then they’ll either head back to the job or they’ll make them disappear into some new life somewhere.” “I don’t understand. You didn’t get them at auction?” “No, Tiff. These two were on one of the teams that grab and prep the couples for auction. Wait…you didn’t know? These are the two that snatched Rick and Paige!” There was a stunned silence as Tiffany’s jaw dropped and she looked at all the diapered adults on the floor that were putting the pieces together. They each looked at each other and recalled their fateful night together when everything changed forever. Haley smiled and Krystal offered a wink and a playful wave. Paige broke the silence as she let the pacifier fall from her mouth. “You? You did this to me? You did this to Rick. You…BITCH!” Rick watched in awe as his wife launched herself across the floor and tackled both of the girls, grabbing pigtails and throwing punches in a blind fit of rage. He had never seen her like this before. She was animalistic. Primal. He loved it and loved her for fighting for them, but also knew that every minute Paige acted out would only make things worse for her and made the difficult decision to waddle forward and pull his wife away. Not an easy task, with the padded mittens still on his hands and his wife’s tornado of terror raging in full force. “Get off of me, Rick! Ughh…it’s their fault. They did this to us! They…they….” Rick held his wife as she broke down into tears. Long, loud sobs filled the room as Paige was overcome with the emotions of having her captors right in front of her and also the realization of how badly she had just fucked up. “Oh fuck, I am so sorry, girls! Meredith, she has never acted like that before. I’m not sure what has gotten into her, but I’m about to teach her a lesson she will never forget.” Tiffany glared down at the sobbing woman and Rick held his wife as long as he could, knowing that he couldn’t protect her from what was to come. “I’m suh…suh….sorry, Mommy!” “Oh, not yet…but you will be!” ------------------------------------ Ream Followers and Substar Observation Tier can read this story FOR FREE. There's a new cycle for The Diaper Deal and I'm posting daily updates this week. Check out my other stories here: SubStar | Ream | Amazon

Vanessa’s face burned, her polished, manicured nails curling helplessly against the plush, pastel pink blanket beneath her. Her knees dug into the soft carpet, her hips lifted, her bare thighs a stark, blushing contrast against the gentle baby-pink walls of the nursery. SMACK. The sound echoed, sharp and final. Her breath caught, a high, broken gasp that she tried and failed to swallow. Molly’s voice was calm—soft, almost maternal—but edged with a quiet, unwavering authority. “You know better than to struggle, Vanessa. Little girls who lie don’t get to be treated like grown-ups.” “I’m— I’m sorry,” Vanessa choked out, her voice muffled by the thick, soft pacifier that pressed against her lips. She wasn’t supposed to talk. She knew that. The rule was clear. But the heat, the sting, the shame—it was too much. She squirmed, and Molly’s hand found the small of her back, pressing her gently but firmly into place. “Do you want me to start counting again?” Molly’s voice remained gentle, and somehow that made it worse. Like a mother scolding a disobedient child. Vanessa shook her head violently, a faint whimper slipping free. Tears clung to her lashes, and she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to block out the shame, the helplessness—the soft scent of baby powder in the air, the slight crinkle beneath her as the padded mat shifted under their weight. This was supposed to help. This was supposed to make her forget. Make her stop being Vanessa Sutton, CEO—the woman who spent her days making decisions, firing staff, charming investors, commanding respect. But here, in this soft, pastel prison, she wasn’t Vanessa. She was a naughty, needy little girl who didn’t know how to behave. SMACK. Her body jolted, and a fresh tear spilled free, streaking down her perfectly contoured cheek. “You’re not sorry yet,” Molly’s voice slipped into that sweet, dangerous lilt—soft enough to sound comforting, but edged with that quiet power that Vanessa both craved and feared. “But you will be.” Molly’s fingers traced along the curve of Vanessa’s burning backside, a light, teasing touch that sent a shiver racing up her spine. For a heartbeat, Vanessa wanted to melt into that touch, to let it become something more—something that could ease the ache, comfort the shame. But then Molly’s hand lifted again. SMACK. SMACK. Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her entire body trembling, a fresh wave of helpless humiliation crashing over her. The tension in her shoulders tightened, twisted, and she knew that her perfectly styled hair was a mess now, that her elegant, expensive silk blouse—unbuttoned and discarded in a careless heap beside the mat—was crumpled and forgotten. “Please,” she whispered, her voice tiny, desperate. “Oh, I don’t think we’re done yet.” Molly’s hand found the pacifier, pressing it gently against Vanessa’s lips. “Little girls don’t get to decide when the lesson is over. Do they?” Vanessa’s cheeks burned, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her, and she felt her resolve shatter. She wanted to say no, to push back, to remind this woman—this girl young enough to be her daughter—that she was Vanessa Sutton, that she was powerful, that she was respected. But that was a lie. Not here. She didn’t have power here. She didn’t even have a name. Just a title she hated and a need she couldn’t escape. Molly’s hand drifted lower, the light, almost playful touch making Vanessa shiver. Her fingers brushed the delicate ruffles of the thick, padded pull-up Molly had chosen for her—a humiliatingly childish design in soft pink with tiny cartoon bears along the waistband. “You were supposed to be a good girl today,” Molly murmured, her voice that soft, almost pitying tone that dug under Vanessa’s skin. “But you lied. Didn’t you?” “I—” Vanessa’s voice was a breathless whisper, her cheeks burning hotter, her nails scraping against the blanket. “I’m going to ask you again.” Molly’s fingers hooked under the waistband of the pull-up, tugging it down just enough to expose the full, vulnerable pink of Vanessa’s backside. “Did you lie to me?” “Yes!” Vanessa’s voice broke, the word bursting free, raw and desperate. “Yes, I lied! I lied!” Her shoulders shook, and the tears came faster now, her shame an overwhelming tide. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” Molly’s tone was gentle again, the warmth returning. “Good girls tell the truth. Even when it’s embarrassing. Even when it hurts.” Molly leaned forward, her fingers combing through Vanessa’s tangled hair, her touch soft, soothing. “Are you ready to be my good girl now?” Vanessa’s voice was a tiny, trembling whisper. “Yes, please. Please.” “Then we’re going to finish this,” Molly’s voice was a gentle purr, her touch firm but calming, “and then I’m going to make sure you know exactly what a good girl feels like. But you need to earn it.” Molly’s hand lifted again, and Vanessa closed her eyes, the helpless, desperate shame tightening her chest. But beneath it, something else stirred—a soft, fragile ache, a yearning that twisted into the shame, tangled together in a way she couldn’t understand. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Vanessa’s fingers curled around the thick, pastel-pink bars of the crib, her knuckles whitening. Her cheek pressed against the cool, lacquered wood, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The soft, muted light of the nursery seemed to blur at the edges, the gentle scent of baby powder and lavender pressing down around her like a weighted blanket. “Look at you…” Molly’s voice was a soft, teasing whisper, her fingers gently threading through Vanessa’s tangled hair, smoothing it out. “All that power. All that poise. But here you are… pouting and sniffling like a little girl who’s had her favorite toy taken away.” Vanessa bit down on her lower lip, a fresh rush of shame prickling at her eyes. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t want this. But the ache—the gnawing, desperate ache of humiliation and helplessness—it wouldn’t go away. It never did. “Tell me what you are,” Molly whispered, her voice almost playful but tinged with that quiet, unyielding authority that made Vanessa’s stomach twist. “Remind me.” “I… I’m…” Vanessa’s voice wavered, trembling on the edge of a sob. She tried to swallow it back, but the words forced their way out, raw and fragile. “I’m a little girl. Your little girl.” A warm, approving hum slipped from Molly’s lips. “That’s right. But I don’t think you believe it yet. Do you?” “I…” Vanessa’s throat tightened, her eyes squeezing shut. “Please…” “Please?” Molly’s fingers traced along the pale, pink satin ribbons that lined the crib, then drifted lower, brushing against the thick, soft padding between Vanessa’s thighs. The thick, infantile pull-up—baby pink with tiny, cutesy bears and flowers—hugged her hips, crinkling softly at even the slightest movement. “Please,” Vanessa whispered again, her voice so small, so fragile. “Please what, Vanessa? Please let you be a big girl again? Please let you pretend you’re powerful? Confident? A woman who makes the rules?” Molly leaned closer, her lips brushing against Vanessa’s ear, her voice a gentle, whispered taunt. “But we both know you’re not. Not here. Not with me.” A fresh wave of heat flooded Vanessa’s cheeks, her fingers curling tighter around the crib bars. She hated how it made her feel—helpless, exposed, reduced to something tiny and needy. But she needed it. Needed to be stripped of everything—to have her pride and power peeled away, leaving nothing but this shameful, desperate ache. “I thought letting you have your little pull-ups would be enough,” Molly sighed, her fingers brushing against the waistband of the childish, padded undergarment. “But I don’t think they’re working, are they?” Vanessa’s stomach twisted, her breath catching. “No… please, I—” “Shh.” Molly’s touch was gentle but unyielding. “No more arguing. No more pretending. If you can’t be trusted to even try being a good girl in your pull-ups…” She straightened, the crib door clicking open, her hand grasping Vanessa’s wrist with that calm, firm grip that made Vanessa’s knees weak. “Then we’ll just have to try something a little more appropriate.” “No,” Vanessa’s voice broke, a desperate, trembling whisper as she was guided out of the crib, her bare feet brushing against the plush carpet. “Please, Molly, I can be good, I promise—” “Promises are for big girls. And you’re not a big girl. Not tonight.” Molly’s voice was so calm, so certain, as she led Vanessa by the hand to the soft, padded changing mat in the corner of the nursery. “Tonight, you’re just a silly, fussy little baby who can’t even keep her pull-ups dry.” Vanessa’s cheeks burned, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her. “But… but I didn’t—” “Shh.” Molly’s fingers pressed gently against Vanessa’s lips, her touch warm, soothing. “This isn’t a punishment, sweetheart. It’s just what you need.” Vanessa’s knees buckled, her trembling body guided down onto the soft, padded mat. She watched, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps, as Molly’s hands moved with calm, practiced care—reaching for the thick, snow-white diaper folded neatly beside the changing table, a humiliatingly childish design with pastel stars and cartoon animals decorating the edges. “No…” Vanessa’s voice was a tiny, helpless whisper, her arms instinctively trying to cover herself, but Molly’s hands were already guiding them away, pressing them gently to her sides. “Hush,” Molly whispered, a soft smile on her lips. “Lift up, sweetheart.” Vanessa’s cheeks flared, but her body obeyed, her hips lifting, her legs trembling as the thick, infantile padding slid beneath her. Molly’s touch was gentle, methodical—pulling the crinkling, soft material up between Vanessa’s thighs, the warm, soothing scent of baby powder dusting her heated skin. “There we go,” Molly cooed, her fingers fastening the tapes snugly, sealing Vanessa in the thick, crinkling prison. “Now you don’t have to worry about anything. You don’t have to pretend. You don’t have to be strong. You can just be my little girl.” Vanessa’s breath shuddered, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want this. She did. She didn’t. Her pride screamed at her, but her body trembled, a desperate, sick ache twisting in her chest. Molly’s arms slipped around her, warm and soft, pulling her close. Vanessa’s cheek pressed against Molly’s shoulder, her tears spilling free, her breath coming in soft, broken little sobs. “Shh… you’re safe. I’ve got you.” Molly’s voice was a gentle whisper, her fingers combing through Vanessa’s tangled hair. “No more struggling. No more pretending.” Vanessa’s trembling hands gripped Molly’s sleeve, her entire body curling against her. The thick, humiliating diaper crinkled softly with every tiny shift, the weight of it pressing against her, a constant, shameful reminder. But in Molly’s arms—in the soft, warm embrace, in the calm, gentle voice—something else stirred beneath the shame. Something soft. Something fragile. “I’m here,” Molly whispered, her lips brushing against Vanessa’s hair. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. My precious little girl.” Vanessa’s sobs softened, her breathing slowing, the tension melting from her shoulders. And even as the shame twisted in her chest, even as the thick, crinkling padding reminded her of just how far she’d fallen, a tiny, trembling whisper of relief slipped through her. She didn’t have to be Vanessa Sutton, CEO. She didn’t have to be anything at all. Not here. Not in Molly’s arms. --------------------- Thought I'd try something a little different and share something fresh that I wrote this morning. I'm thinking about doing a series with Molly as a professional adult babysitter, with each chapter being a different short story like this. SubStar | Ream | Amazon

the story is still warming up... 🤐

CHAPTER FOUR With clean faces and full tummies, both girls were removed from the highchairs and set back on their feet. Lola turned to Autumn, glad to finally be able to speak to her again. “Hey, are you okay?” “Why the fu…Why do you care? Looked like you enjoyed your little snack over there while some of us were forced to…ugh!” “Whoa…what is that about? I don’t want to be in here any more than you, but you aren’t making it any easier on yourself. Brian is trying to help. We just need to hang in there until he can get us out.” “I’m not mak…You think Brian is going to…ugh!...why did I let you talk me into coming in here?!” “Umm, you invited yourself, Autumn.” The two women stared at each other, their new friendship souring by the second, until Autumn decided to end it once and for all, lunging at Lola and tackling her to the ground. Lola was scrappier than Autumn anticipated and the two were suddenly rolling on the floor, pushing each other, and pulling on each other’s pigtails. Alarms sounded and mechanical hands zipped in to lift and separate the two girls, who continued to scream and flail until both were fitted with pacifier gags and hung limply, breathing heavily and waiting for their inevitable punishment. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Ben stared at the two distressed girls who were two busy glaring at each other to notice him. Why did she have to do that? Physical Harm and Inappropriate Language Detected. Action Required. Option 1: Enema Option 2: Spanking Option 3: Paddling Please make your selection. The machine wasn’t giving him other options and he didn’t know enough yet to program around it. He was going to have to choose a punishment for both of them. There was no separation this time. No way to give Autumn something worse while he secretly made things easier for Lola. He was going to have to punish the woman he loved. Please make your selection. Or maybe not. Maybe he could just do nothing and they would get away with a warning. Please make your selection. Failure to make a selection within…ten seconds…will result in all selections being implemented. Please make your selection in 10…9…8… Shit! Fuck! Shitfuck! Brian was not good under pressure. He couldn’t let Lola suffer all three, though he would love to see it happen to Autumn. Okay, think…think… Enema is off the table. I don’t want to see her get spanked. That was enough to break Autumn and I can’t put Lola through that. But a paddling is even worse…shit! 3…2… Brian pushed the button and looked up at the two women, who were somehow still glaring at each other and none the wiser to his existential crisis. I’m sorry, Lola… He watched as the hands extended each of their limbs until they were suspended and spread eagled before reaching for the tapes of their diapers. Autumn screamed into her gag and Lola blushed and looked away as their diapers were ripped off and Brian stared at each of their powdered pussies, before they were spun around and bent over so that he had a better view of their powdered bottoms. SMACK! SMACK! Brian watched and listened as the pair of gagged women were spanked and punished for their transgressions. He hated Autumn even more for lashing out at Lola and how unjust it was that Lola was being punished for defending herself. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He heard the groans and sniffles as the spanking continued, hating himself for the twitching that was occurring under his belt. He tried to clear his mind and thought back to the few times that he had fought back against Autumn and been punished for it. SMACK!! SMACK!! Brian had never been spanked, of course, but they had served detention together and he had even been suspended once when she had finally pushed him to his breaking point. It wasn’t fair then and it wasn’t fair now. SMACK!! SMACK!! There were only slight traces of powder on each of their bottoms now. Autumn was more experienced, but the deep sobs racking her body showed that the spanking was having its desired effect on the bigger bully. Lola’s cute little butt was also red as she cried and pleaded through her gag. Brian wanted so badly to hold her and felt guilty, though he knew logically that, if anything, he had made her situation the best that he could. He still didn’t want to see her like this though. SMACK!! SMACK!! Ben watched with concern as Lola was carried away behind Autumn before realizing that they were both heading back to the conveyor belt. Autumn and Lola were too exhausted from their recent spanking to resist, and allowed the mechanical arms to do whatever they wanted as they were thoroughly cleaned and diapered. Brian had more control of the process now and took the opportunity to instruct the machine to massage both of the women with sweet-smelling baby lotion, paying special attention to their sore backsides. The rest of the process went similarly to their first trip through the machine. Brian did make sure to put Autumn in the thickest diaper and stuffer that was available and when offered the chance for double diapers, he accepted the request. He gave Lola a cute, thin diaper and hoped that it would be soft enough on her sore bottom. Autumn went into a footed sleeper with thick built-in mittens to make sure that she couldn’t get into any further trouble and her hair was dropped to a side ponytail. Lola got a cute matching set with a long-sleeve top and pants, that left her feet and hands free. It was a small act of mercy, but Brian hoped it would bring her at least some extra peace tonight. The two diapered women were taken back to their enclosure, where two large cribs awaited them. Pacifier gags removed, a bottle was given to each of them. Eyes still wet with tears from their recent spanking and trip through the machine, Autumn and Lola tipped the bottles to their mouths, ready to put this crazy day behind them. Brian sat back and appreciated the silence. His best ideas and breakthroughs always came from silence, when he could be alone with his thoughts until the idea presented itself and he would keep pulling threads until he found his answer. He knew that he would have hours of silence soon. When prompted, he added melatonin to each bottle, and then added a double dose to Autumn’s, knowing that they could use the sleep, and Brian could use at least a few hours of uninterrupted time to figure out how to get them all out of here. As the bottles emptied and their eyelids grew heavy, Autumn and Lola were swaddled tightly into their cribs. Brian scanned his available options and had the mechanical hands deliver a present to Lola; an adorable, stuffed otter. He didn’t know a lot about her yet, but one of his favorite memories so far was her leaning in closely to him to show her cute otter videos. She loved watching their playful, mischievousness and he loved watching her watch them, smiling as her eyes lit up. Brian wanted her to have that again, in some way. In her drowsy state, Lola reached for the otter and smiled as she was swaddled and headed off to dreamland. “Goodnight, Lola.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Brian leaned back in his chair and sighed. It had been hours since the girls had fallen asleep and he was no closer to an answer than when he had begun. It wasn’t all for naught, as he was able to safely confirm that the exterior doors were indeed locked and he was able to play around in the program a bit, even if he hadn’t been able to find a way out. His favorite new feature was a program he designed called the ‘Bully Protocol’ and, since it didn’t look like he was getting them out of here any time soon, he knew it was just a matter of time before Autumn slipped up again. The controls were impressive but he still managed to hack his way into most of the programs, but without Admin privileges he had limited system control and restricted access to the things that mattered. He would have to settle for making their time in the machine as good as possible and hoping that Autumn and Lola had both learned something from their first day to make the second a little easier. He looked at the countdown and saw they still had more than fifty hours to go. Brian did a few rough calculations and determined it was almost morning and he was tired, and secretly wished that he also had a melatonin bottle to help him get to sleep. Kicking his feet onto the control panel and leaning back in the chair, Brian tried to get a few hours of sleep to be ready for whatever the next day threw at them and let his mind wander to thoughts of his beloved as the exhaustion overwhelmed him. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Brian’s eyes blinked open groggily, trying to make sense of where he was and what was happening. Oh. Right. I’m trapped in some kind of robot nursery with my crush and my childhood bully. He wiped the sleep from his eye and paused, hearing a tiny sound. “Brian? Are you there?” Her voice was so small; weak and timid and unsure. He pressed the button and isolated his voice to the two-way speaker on her crib. “Hey, Lola…I’m here.” Brian watched a relieved sigh wash over her body and a slight smile at the sound of his voice. “Did you find a way out of here?” He didn’t realize he was also smiling until he felt his face drop. They weren’t getting out until the countdown timer went off. He knew that now, beyond a doubt. “I’m…working on it. Are you sleeping okay? You’ve been out for a few hours.” “Really? I guess so… Don’t tell anyone, but this crib is pretty comfy.” He smiled again and watched as she snuggled with the otter and then held the fluffy little guy in front of her face. “Your secret is safe with me.” “Did you do this? The otter?” He blushed, looking away bashfully though no one could see him. “Yeah. I thought you might want something as adorable as you….ummm, I mean…you’re really pretty….uhhh, I thought you might like it.” Brian banged his head on the controls. Idiot. “Thanks, Brian. I love him. I’m going to call him Otis.” “Otis, the Otter.” “Otis, the Otter.” They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Her thoughts on the kind boy who walked into her life at the right time and seemed to always find a way to take care of her and his mind on the pretty girl in the crib that he was desperate to hold in his arms. “Hey, Brian?” “Hmm?” “I have to pee.” ---------------------------- SubStar | Ream | Amazon