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    Birch House - Chapters 17

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    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 17 --- Molly --- I looked down at Becca who was in full on Super-Beagle mode and then back to Mr. “Indiana Jones” Andersen. Becca was totally furry and four-legged while Mr. Andersen was doing his best impersonation of old west gunslinger, except… well, he was slinging a sword? His duster blew away from his ankles leaving a clear path to draw his blade. My furry friend’s lips pulled back even further. Becca looked fully prepared to rend the flesh from his bones. The look on Captain Trench Coat told me he’d be making Steel Beagle kabobs if she rushed him. A growl started at the lowest end of my range of hearing amping up the noise level with each breath Becca pulled in. When I reached out to touch her shoulder, I saw all the muscles under her fur shift. Suddenly, she exploded springing toward our threatening intruder. I closed my eyes dripping with fear for Becca whether she survived or not, this would go bad for her. Only… I never heard them connect. I worked up the nerve to open my eyes after a few moments passed and I didn’t hear any horrible noises. Becca was stuck mid-jump sort of frozen in the air. Three of her four feet were off the couch and only her final paw was still in contact with the couch. My eyes went anime wide seeing her while I waited for her to fall while totally forgetting about Andersen. I waited another full minute and nothing happened. She didn’t move forward or fall. Still, I waited some more. Still nothing happened. I was terrified, but my brain was shifting gears. Nothing was happening so it was hard to maintain the adrenalin, but my fear was still tangible. “Becca!” I yelled in her ear waving my hand in front of her pissed off face. She didn't react. She looked like a stuffed animal posed for a museum exhibit. I stared at her confused and pushed against her head. She moved a bit, but not as much as I’d have expected, and it wasn’t enough to cause her to fall either. She just sort of hung there. I looked along her line of sight... She was looking just over Mr. Andersen’s left shoulder, and I suddenly remembered a four-legged Becca wasn’t my main problem. He was! I took the few steps over to Mr. Andersen and touched his hand. Like Becca, he moved, but not the way I was expecting. Still, it was more than Becca did. I slowly moved his hand away from the weapon he was reaching for in a crossbody draw. With his hand out of the way, I kicked him in the groin. Like an A.D.D kid in a forest full of squirrels, I got distracted when he didn’t react and then pulled out his sword knife thingy. Oh Poop! I flipping froze ‘em! I’ve never held a sword before. Dear Lord this thing is beautiful. I carried the sword back over to where I was standing. I swung it around a bit since my friend and home-invader clearly wouldn’t care right then. I felt a bit like a Jedi with a glowing sword only mine was made of metal. I won’t deny the sound effects played in my head as I swung the sword. I dropped my hand to my side holding the blade away from my leg and blew out a deep breath. The crisis was managed, well sort of. I needed to figure out how to let them go. If only I could figure out how… I wasn’t sure what I’d done, if it had really been me who froze reality, but I drew blanks. After cutting at the air some more I simply concentrated and yelled “Go!”, but it didn’t work. I tried to relax since I had disarmed the threat. I was safe and Becca was safe. I suppose Mr. Andersen wasn’t safe though, but before I could isolate the feelings and try to reverse what I’d done, I gave out and fell back into the couch. Then, a bunch of stuff happened at once… I dropped the sword which pierced the floor standing erect buried halfway to the hilt in Becca’s hardwood flooring. It was frighteningly sharp! Mr. Andersen actually ended up looking like he punched himself in the who-ha and doubled over accidentally saving his life. Becca’s paws caught him in the shoulder and they both rolled backwards finding Becca at his throat growling viciously. Mr. Andersen had managed to shove his leather covered arm in her mouth buying him life number two. Time shifted forward a frame or two and Mr. Andersen opened and closed his palm staring at it in confusion while I shouted for Becca to calm down. He muttered something and the sword yanked free of the floorboards racing toward his outstretched hand. He just Force-Pulled the sword! I freaked out while trying not to fan-girl all over myself. My thoughts caught up with the situation and I was suddenly certain someone was about to die. “Stop!” I yelled with all my might pushing my arms out to the sides. I felt physically exhausted and knew I had to move fast guessing that I didn’t release the last time freeze, I’d simply worn out. I didn’t have long this time. I pulled Becca from his throat tugged her back a few steps away from him. Then, I grabbed the sword and threw it out the front door closing and locking it. I collapsed in the foyer landing on the entry rug like I’d fainted, but I never lost consciousness. Time kicked back in and Becca was beside me licking my face in an instant. Mr. Andersen came around the couch and saw me exhausted on the floor. He said something like, “FlibberyBelh Come.” Holding out his hand, but I’d never heard the word before and was too tired to figure it out. Just then, a loud thud rocked the house and Birch House shook like a dog. The lights dimmed down everywhere but over the two of us. Mr. Andersen’s sword clanged against a window next, but the shades pulled closed followed quickly by the curtains. Holes opened up around Mr. Andersen and snakes and mice and other creepy crawlies scampered up surrounding him. They hissed and snapped as the wood beneath his feet blackened and started creaking. He shifted his weight and it sounded like he’d stepped out on a thousand year old swinging bridge. “I don’t think my house likes your attitude sir.” I smiled at him from the floor still not recovered. For the first time since everything went sideways, Mr. Andersen looked concerned. In fact, the more I smirked and the closer Birch House’s animal army got, the more unnerved he became. He danced over the line of mice and gained some less rotted floorboards. The floor seemed to heal itself where Tall-Dark-And-Creepy had been standing while rotting swiftly under his feet. He snatched up a rattlesnake as the floor beneath him started to give way. Our ceiling broke apart falling on him and so did some of eight legged monsters that would haunt my nightmares. This was good news for Becca and I, and bad news for Mr. Andersen. It appeared he had a touch of arachnophobia himself. Spiders rained down on him in a wave that I was terrified would splash against us too. “Holy Shit!” He bellowed and before I could blink an eye he was on the porch sans his fancy trench coat. Becca rose up and latched the front door with the chain and deadbolt moments later having regained her fingers and toes. --- Becca --- “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I yelled banging my clawed fist on my door. I looked back to the dark places on the floor where Mr. Andersen had stood remembering the old guy’s words about dark magic. Dark magic or no, I’d flip my shit too if I had a waterfall of spiders down my neck. “What the Holy Fuck BH! That was awesome!” I said patting the door frame trying to exhale the willies. “Are they on me Becks? Get em off me! Help me up! Mommy!” Molly yelled reaching for me. Oh… We are doing that now too huh? I identified the state of Molly’s diaper immediately. She had her boobs back and her amazon height, but her baby parts were clearly here to stay. Poor kid. I helped her stand and shoved her pacifier in her hyperventilating mouth. Smells just weren’t the same to me anymore. There were smells I liked and those I didn’t, but they didn’t cause me to hurl in my mouth like they used too. I could smell her shitty ass, but I didn’t think she had noticed yet. We both watched the rotted places fade to nothing but my pristine livingroom floor. Birch House had went all House on a Haunted Hill on our visitor. Speak of the devil. There was his trenchcoat. I don’t know why, but I was in no hurry to rush over and pick it up. I smiled at Molly and hugged her before sauntering over to the coat anyway, cause fuck being scared. I have claws n’shit! I picked it up off the floor and was amazed at its weight. I walked back over to the windows framing the front door holding up his coat. He stood there holding his sword for a good three minutes before taking a big ass breath and sticking it back in its leather holder-thingy. He smoothed his hair and disappeared around the door. Molly was too frightened to watch from the other side of the door’s window and was watching through the peephole. “He’s gonna like knock.” Molly mumbled shorter and thinner than she had been at the couch having changed into her younger self again. “It’s ok sweety.” I told her as the doorbell rang. “Get behind me baby.” I told her feeling my hair stand in irritation. * Grandfather clock chimes rang as he pressed the doorbell impatiently. * “I don’t want no fucking girl scout cookies.” I yelled and smacked my hand on the door. I remembered the rotten places in the floor and the spider-fall, so I quickly rubbed the door with my palm in what I hoped was loving circles. I did not want to piss my house off! He rang the doorbell again so I took a turn at the peephole. He’d stepped back off the landing of the porch and stood there waiting with his hands behind his back looking like he was trying to pose for a Superman poster. Giggling I opened the door without undoing the chain and spoke the crack, “What do you want?” “I ma… It was… I mean… You shifted first and… Shit.” He stumbled around an apology that sounded like would end up coming out my fault anyway. “Wanna try that again bub?” I said trying for my best Hugh Jackman impression. “Yes. I do. The Office of Ether Affairs has received a notice of Awakened Wielders at this address. I was sent to verify and register the new Wielders. I confess, I’m not usually sent on these welcoming missions.” He remained still posing like the Man of Steel, but his shoulders had began to droop. “Yeah, well, we can see fucking why. Jackass.” Then I barked at him for good measure surprising myself at how deep and throaty my voice was. “Again… I apologize-” He started but didn’t get to finish. I was yanked back from the door by my supermodel best friend. I really wish she’d stick to one age! “Is there a form or ceremony we need to perform? Do you have any further business you terrible excuse for a man!” Molly went full Badass Business Lady on him. “There is a form Ma’am. Again… If I may come in, we can try this again.” He tried. “No sir. You have attempted to draw your weapon and, if I’m not mistaken, attempted to influence our minds for your own damned convenience. If you’ll kindly leave the documentation and a contact number for your supervisor on the porch, we’ll be happy to collect the forms and work with another representative from your office.” She told him brooking no argument. “That’s hardly necessary.” He huffed and stepped up toward the opening. Suddenly, Mr. Andersen fell through a rotted hole in the porch and was spit back out in a friggin dirt loogie about fifty feet from the house. We looked at eachother surprised again and growing even more appreciative of our new home. “I believe you can just leave the information right there and remove yourself from our property Mr. Andersen!” Molly yelled. “What about my coat, that’s from the Office.” He whined. “I’m sure we will have to remit those documents to someone… we’ll… uh… drop off your coat there. Good Day.” She told him slamming the door. “Becca, watch him and when he pulls away get the documents. We know the House has influence that far at least. I’m sure you’ll be safe. That man was just horrible!” She huffed leaning down on the back of the couch. I couldn’t be sure because the smell was already pretty strong, but I think my best friend was messing herself again and wanted some privacy to finish up. I simply turned and opened the door watching the black two door car move slowly down the driveway. I could just make out a gate at the front of the drive that wasn’t there before he’d arrived. Birch House was stepping up security. I shifted my head sideways in a very K9 like move and looked down by the door to see a new panel in the door glass sporting an intercom. I could only guess it was connected to our new front gate. Of course that made me wonder if we didn’t now have a fence around the whole property. “Good house. Remember to let Trent in honey.” I said patting the door frame lovingly. The song Good Vibrations started playing from the box as I slipped out to get the folder Mr. Andersen had left in the driveway. When I got back inside, Molly was standing up back in her teenage body nursing at her pacifier with tears streaming down her face. “All done Baby?” I asked with a sugary smile. “I fink so.” She said sniffling. “I’m dirty.” “I know Molls and it’s OK. We’ll get you sorted out. Upstairs though… Damn you’re stinking up the place!” I laughed taking her hand. “I like totally didn’t mean to!” She started wailing. “Crap sorry honey. I was just playing.” I told her, but my apology wasn’t any better than Andersen’s had been. The damage had been done. --- Molly --- “I jus wanna be done wid it. I wanna cleaned hiny.” I told her around my pacifier feeling small and frustrated at the verbalization of my own thoughts. “OK. Baby. Working on it.” Becca told me helping me up the stairs. I loved her for this. I could step up when I needed too, and I had, but I didn’t need to right now and what I wanted was cleaned and taken care of. I wanted to feel like someone else would deal with the dirty diaper around my waist. I didn’t want to be alone, and I didn’t want Becca to sleep downstairs either. I guess it was a good thing Trent isn’t coming home that night. “Becks. Trent like isn’t coming home right?” I asked with a little more control over my words. “No Baby, it’s just you and me tonight. Are we still going out to get snacks for Netflix?” She asked me. “We can. I’ll be totally scared though. You may have to hold my hand da whole time!” I shivered my control slipping a little. “He won’t get us. We’ll leave his nasty-ass coat here so we have a hostage!” She laughed. I laughed because she laughed, not because I thought it was funny. Becca helped me out of my skirt and up onto the changing table. I hardly ever messed myself and most of today’s accident happened when I exhausted myself that second time I… Oh EM GEEE! I spelled out in my head. I totally like froze time or whatever! My brain spiraled like a Chihuahua on crack. “Mommy! I freezed time!” I said getting excited slipping to a younger vernacular. “Oh shit! I can’t go out like this. Fuck Sticks! Let me text the study group…” Becca freaked. “Becks why are you freaking out?” I asked her while she wiped away at my bottom. “I can’t turn it off.” She full on puppy whined. “Can’t turn off what?” I asked her. “Can you act your age?” She asked me. “I’m twying!” I sniffled. I thought she was insulting me and started crying big snotty tears. Today had been freaky enough, but I’d saved everyone! She didn’t have to be such a… poop to me! “Your a poop!” I huffed at her. “Damn Babe, chill.” She told me. I did stop wailing, but I couldn’t turn off the water works. “I didn’t mean you were being a brat… least not till you threw a fucking fit there.” She told me with her WTF Eyebrow, as she called it. “Sorry Mommy.” I sniffled. “Let’s get this cleaned up and we’ll figure it out. Seriously though, I’ve seen your grownup boobs a couple times since Freaky McCoaty showed up. Can you do it on purpose?” Becca asked me. “No, but I can freeze time!” I said excitedly again. “What I thought you were teleporting or something.” Becca said looking at me in awe. “Nope. That’s why I fell. I like held it a super long time the first time. That second time I totally couldn’t hold it very long though.” I giggled. “And, it kicked my tush!” “Well, that’s not all it did to your ass Baby, and I think we both know you can’t hold much of anything anymore!” She laughed securing my fresh diaper. “I wan ice cream and oreos and a Kit-Kat and a Dr. Pepper and popcorn and -” I jabbered off a snacks list feeling very hungry after all the spent energy and... making room for more food. “Gah! I hate how you can eat so much and not get fat Bitch.” Becca yipped at me. I watched her face move around the short muzzle of her halfway-dog-face. It made me so happy. I reached up with my long arms and scratched her behind her new floppy ears. Happy tears started streaming down my face. “What’s wrong now Baby Girl?” Becca asked me her head cocking to the side waiting for an answer. “Like, I have totally always wanted a puppy. Like seriously... my whole life!” I smiled and ran a hand along her head petting her. She bent down and licked the side of my face, “Again… I’m Trent’s bitch if I’m anyone’s, but I’m sure he’ll let you Bitch-Sit for him!” She laughed. “Grah! Dog breath... !!!” I wailed only slightly offended and mostly amused. We headed back to the couch in my bedroom, but I was still jelly-legged with exhaustion, so Becca picked me up and carried me half the way. I scratched out a real snack list while I had enough breasts to make the decisions, then when we stood up to leave Becca gave out a loud bark. “Holy Poop Becks! I mean, that’s a real danger now, don’t scare me!” I gasped standing much taller than her at my full age.. “Pfft, I’m getting some stickers for your diapers. ‘Shit Happens’ would crack me the fuck up! I could put it on your ass like a bumper sticker!!!” She laughed. “Like what’s with all the barking Scoob?” I poked fun at her. “Gee Raggy” She said in her best Scoobie impression, “I can’t go in a store like this, and you can’t drive if you can’t keep your tits…”
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    Ali - Chapter 23 - End of the Road

    I Do have Ali. I would like to get the story back into the archive. I'm working on re-posting The Woes of Maddison Page and writing Birch House. I'm pitifully behind on updating the re-post and chapter 17 of Birch House. Had some serious AC issues during record heat in central US for weeks! Got a kid getting ready to head off to college, and building a new fish tank. Not to mention the daily grind of keeping a smile on my wife's face and bringing home a majority of the bacon. Because you asked I'll work on re-posting Ali too. But that creates a bit of a problem. I have a hard time not re-reading as I post legacy material, and while I'm not looking to change anything, all the flow and grammar errors blare at me begging to be addressed. I read many times before posting, but I always miss stuff. So, if I were to re-post Ali, it'd be a straight up copy/paste cause I already have too many irons in the fire.
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    Unconventional Solutions - 22 Final Chapter

    The sequel is ongoing right now as The Birch House!
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    Unconventional Solutions - 22 Final Chapter

    Well, good news for ya then! I'm posted to chapter 16 of the sequel!
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    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 16 --- Becca --- I felt my tail tuck itself firmly into the crevice of my ass. Only, I was fucking freaked out and my thighs were squeezed too tightly for my tail to curl around the front. It ended up pressed into my ass and nestled into the valley down the back of my thighs. I sniffed the air and felt bile rising at the back of my tongue. The hair on the nape of my neck began to rose in response to the danger. “What’s wrong with you?” I found myself asking him/it despite my fear. I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I just knew something was badly wrong with this old shit. He seemed sick just to my sight, but I could smell wafts of… wrong coming off him. I kept sniffing at the air and edging around his/my livingroom getting slowly closer to him. I was afraid for my safety. He didn’t look like he could do me any physical harm, but today hadn’t exactly been playing fair with the laws of nature and shit. I wanted answers, but the smell was causing feels that I didn’t know what to do with. The smells were making me feel… sympathy. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked again. Creepy McCreepersen just kept smiling and waiting like old people do, all patient and shit. I took a tentative step closer to him as I neared his corner of the room. I sniffed wildly to try and address the unease the smell was causing. “I have smelled this before.” I told him confused. “I doubt you have my dear.” He said with his old patient whistley voice. His terrifying voice reminded me of a door in bad need of oil. It caused a shift in the hair on my back and I felt myself do a full body shiver like a dog after a bad sneeze. I huffed at him out of my nose a few times. His shriveled up arm lifted off the armrest of his chair. His age spot riddled hand made a welcoming gesture and offering me a seat on his footstool. It took like six days for him to make the movement and set his arm back down. I had plenty of time to decide his decrepid legs weren’t in any shape to allow sudden moves. In fact, I was fairly certain that his shins would snap in half if they tried to bare his weight. I gained a small measure of confidence. I tugged the footstool back out of arm's reach before I sat just incase something unexpected happened. Sitting down and fidgeted a minute still not used to my extra appendage. I took my eyes off Mr. Crypt Keeper long enough to look directly at my tail and scoot my ass back far enough it could comfortably lay against the back of the foot stool. Well, there’s some new weird shit for you to deal with! Sitting with a tail is more difficult than you’d think! There’s like bones and shit in there... “Now as to why your presence was requested.” He said slowly. I had time for a spare thought while he reloaded his lungs. OMG! If I could reach down his throat and pull out his words this would go a lot fucking faster! “Requested? You mean you’re gonna tell me how you dragged my ass here and where the fuck we are?” I barked at him. “That’s my intention.” He said calmly. “Hey Creepy! Speed this shit up or I’m gonna bail.” I tensed getting ready to stand. “No need young one. Sit Rest your mind.” He told me and the grey part of his eyes stormed with movement. I felt calmer immediately. My frizzled hair laid down against my back and my tail stilled it’s sweeping tempo. I felt my shoulders slump as my mouth gaped a bit letting my tongue lull to the side of my lower canines. I slurped up some saliva and said, “What did you do to me?” “I suggested that you Relax a tad.” He smiled the smile of someone who’s hiding things. I wanted to get upset and let that anger ignite me, but I couldn’t find that seed of fear I’d been nurturing. I just knew I should feel scared and angry, but I didn’t. I whimpered at the loss of control, “Fine. I’m relaxed... against my will.” “Quiet, I’d imagine. My apologies if you are offended.” He offered. “Just stay there and no sudden movements. No more suggesting anything either.” I growled. That was all the menace I could muster. “Talk then. I’m sure my friend is freaking out about now. It’s not been a normal day for us.” I told him coldly. “As you wish. I can unravel some of today’s mysteries. My Dear.” He told me slowly… Slowly but with total confidence. “Where’s Molly?” I asked needing to get that out of the way. “Can you promise me she’s safe?” “We are here between moments young one. My body is old and not long for this world, but my mind remains very sharp.” The Crypt Sloth told me. “Where’s Molly? You didn’t answer me.” I insisted as animatedly as his Relax would let me. “She is in the moment after. She may see you blink out and back into existence, but it will be so quick she will doubt herself. For now.” Creepy-Sloth-Talking dude told me. “I am a very old man and you are a very young woman. Though things are different now. You’ll find more years than anyone born your same year, should you not find yourself mortally wounded that is.” He nodded smiling like that should make me happy. Or, like it should make fucking sense! “Look, is Molly OK. Yes or no.” I told him simplifying my needs and feeling like i was writing a letter in grade school. “Circle it if you need too.” I mumbled unable to keep my sarcastic mouth closed. “She is and will be.” He smiled somehow slower than he talked. “Oh My Gawd Dude. You know how characters in movies confront the bad guy and get the vague scary asshle answers, and for some fucked up reason no one calls ‘em on it.” I huffed. “And you Dear?” He asked sounding like a dark lord of the Sith. I cocked my head sideways, “I fucking ask! You don’t make no damn sense. I woke up looking for Red Ridinghood and ate raw bacon and scent marked my friends floor! Then I finally find a bit of peace, and now I’m fucking here. You’re saying words and shit. I understand them, but they don’t fucking mean anything the way your putting ‘em together!” I barked at him finding myself less Relaxed. “Interesting. RELAX.” He said softly but with those swirly eyes of authority. I felt the tingles that stilled my tail and laid my hair down, but they didn’t stick. My hair bristled and my tail went rigid behind me. I flexed my claws on my knees and scooted my toes back against the footstool preparing to do… Something. “PEACE!” The ancient old bossy ass man said. I felt a blanket of calm radiate from him and lay across me like a fleece on a cold night. “I don’t want peace! I want out of here!” I mustered around his Peace. “You will leave here unharmed and unaltered in but a few moments. I can’t hold the space between moments long.” He acknowledged. “I’ll go back? Molly will be fine?” I asked. “I hope to send you back fine to a fine friend with more information Dear. That is all.” He smiled. “Fine, say your say.” I told him trying to wait patiently and failing catastrophically. “You are safe. I will not harm you. I am this way because I swore against harming another.” He looked convicted convincing me to actually relax a bit. “Ok. So picture touchy, then freaky old man, then super scary feelings. Now what?” I asked feeling more Peace since I accepted his vow not to harm me. “The flow of the Ether is strong here. I have made much magic in this place. Much I regret, but Much I have watched and appreciated. I will no longer be able to call anyone to the space between moments. My power will end when my body dies.” He told me. “Why me?” I asked. “Because you are you.” He said simply. “Look, I’m starting to think you’re sadistic and we don’t have the same definition of soon.” I arched an eyebrow challenging him. “I take no joy in others sorrow. No any longer.” He qualified. “Before you ask, I can’t extend this invitation long enough to tell you my story.” He held up his boney hand. “OK. Why am I here?” I simplified redirecting him. “You are here to learn.” He smiled again. “Learn what?” I sighed. Sadistic, I fucking swear! “There is more to Creation than you young ones believe.” I splayed my hands indicating everything around me, “I can see that.” “Ether or maybe you’d call it Magic, exists. You need only your reflection to confirm it. You, My Dear, have a talent for taking shapes. I am quite amused at the form you’ve chosen, and I’m quite satisfied that it is a good choice.” “I didn’t choose this! I fell asleep a woman and woke up a house pet!” I huffed. “Easy child. You are only what you want to be. The Living can channel the Ether, performing Magic. There is a Force that binds reality to all that Is. Magic is… reshaping those forms.” “Ok.” “I am the Grand Arch-Magus of the Bothers of the Apocalypse. We were young ones once too. So convinced we were the only ones who understood the Ether. That we Knew what was needed. We… No, I did many things in the name of my own Will. Foolish and Selfish things that warped me. I was lost to dark places and dark deeds for a few hundred years.” He coughed gasping for breath. “Hundreds…” I mumbled. “Easy there old man.” “I still claim the title to prevent other young ones from walking my path. I don’t speak my Will as I did in my youth, but I speak from wisdom. Magic can do many wonderful and terrible things Child.” He paused to breath. “Not long now.” He coughed. “You will find your form again. Be patient and smart. The world has lost magic on the whole. It’s hidden. So to should you stay hidden.” “Ok. No hairy main street stripping with tail bells. I can do that.” I chuffed a laugh. He smiled, “That would be… Unwise. You are powerful. Your magic is in your form. Your friend though her is different and terrifying. There is a reason her mind is a young adult and her form is a older child while her instincts and desires are from an even younger state.” “Do you have cameras in the house?” I freaked out. “No. This house has stood many long years serving me... absorbing power. I have watched it grow beyond me and take a primitive form of Awareness. It’s an artifact in its own right. If the house loves you, it will bring you favor. But, if you hate the house. Leave!” He coughed and wheezed. “Old dude. Easy. Don’t fucking die on me.” I said concerned. “Remember. The energy here that drives this place, not all of it is of a kind benevolent nature. Some of it remains dark. Guard your friend. She has much Power. Do not trust lightly Dear One. My power wanes our time is at an end. Quickly now. Touch the frame.” He told me raising his hand. I looked at him again rising. My tail twitched in a nervous pattern. I had to know. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked. “Age, bad choices, but mostly what you now call cancer. It is only the Ether and my considerable will that maintains this form. I will not last long after you return. Live. Find Happiness.” He told me as I walked back to the wall. “Uh… thanks. I’m sorry.” I told him reaching for the picture frame. “Guard her. Nothing magic does, magic can not undo.” He spoke as my finger touched the frame. I blinked my eyes trying to clear the double vision. I was back in my new livingroom. I was back in my Birch House. Molly was there too. Her eyes were enormous and her mouth hung open dropping her pacifier. “I…” she closed her mouth. --- Molly --- She disappeared. She was gone. It was fast, but she wasn’t there. She was talking to me and simply wasn’t there anymore. Did she fade out? Was there a glow? I was thinking about that moment and the next. It was a strange thing to hang my mind on, but I was stuck on the total lack of special effects. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t anything. It was like a bad edit. Literally there one moment gone the next. No special effects, just gone! “I… Can I???” I almost asked a full question reaching out to touch her yearning to touch my friend. I needed to feel that she was real. I cupped Becca’s smooth cheek and looked down on my best friend's platinum hair. Her eyes looked amazing. There were no holes from her many piercings, she was just perfect and smooth. * The doorbell rang like an old grandfather clock * “You better get that.” Becca told me. “I’m just in my diaper and a shirt! I can’t answer the door! Why can’t you get it?!?” I asked panicked. “Ok Diaper Butt, how do I explain the tail?” Becca asked and cocked her hip to the side? “What tail?” I asked her puzzled as the doorbell chimed again. Becca gasped and was pulled to the door in shock about who knows what, while I scampered up the inside stairs to my floor. I frantically searched for my skirt from yesterday. It didn’t match, but it’d cover my diaper. That’s all I was really worried about. Covered and finally feeling safe, I headed toward the door to the stairs sucking hard on my reclaimed binkie. I opened the door to the stairs and saw a man talking with Becca. He was wearing a full length trench coat… in the middle of the very hot summer. Bizarre, I thought. “My housemate, Molly, will be back down in a second. She wasn’t ready for company.” Becca said with a smile in her face. I saw her head tilt a bit and her chest expand. She turned to me and gave me a serious what-the-hell-Molly look. I looked at her confused and she tapped her lips. The man’s gaze traveled up the stairs finding me just as I, very conspicuously, palmed my pacifier tugging hard enough to snap it free from my shirt and drop it in my skirt pocket. “Molly. This is Mr. Anderson.” She told me introducing us. “Hewwo… *cough* Er, Hello Mr. Anderson. Are you a neighbor?” I asked the logical question. “No ma’am’s. I just came for a Peaceful talk.” I smiled reassured and followed the stranger to livingroom. Molly cocked her head and held her ground by the door. As I passed by her, she shook violently like a dog shaking off after a shower. Her rough hand reached out and grabbed my forearm bringing me to a complete stop as her nails dug into my arm. “WHAT!” I bellowed looking at my friend’s furry hand. That’s what was so wrong with her after touching that picture frame! She was back. All pink and pale and everything. Now she was all furry, toothy, and clawie again! “Hush Baby.” She told me smacking my diapered butt. It shocked me right out of my own screech. “Look at my eyes.” She whispered. I did and was drawn into her stare. As I focused on her eyes, I felt unease and distrust sink in and a blanket of lies lift. There was a rapey stranger in a freaking trench coat in the livingroom waiting for us! “There we go. I wasn’t sure that was going to work. Uh… don’t let go of me. Just in case.” Becca told me. “Yes, Mommy.” I told her sarcastically taking her hand and lacing our fingers. “Shhh… let Mo… me do the talking.” She told me trying not to giggle. We found him standing at a military type of attention with hands behind his back. His coat spread out and fluttered like a wind was driving it open… inside the house. Around his waist, he wore a leather belt with a stick in it and a very long hunting knife. Holy Moly Cow! That’s a stinking sword! “Mr. Anderson, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Molly asked. “The House.” He said waving his hand around. Molly and I both looked over at the picture frame that was back to it’s statement about love. I looked down at my flat chest and had a hard time conjuring Love until I thought about my room and all the work I’d done to get it just right. “Um… She’s a dog.” I said like a simpleton tilting my head at Becca pulling up our hands up to show him her furry arm. “That’s not what I’d call her, but she’s a supernatural being able to wield magic, yes.” Magic? My shattered mind found harmony with one word. Magic. The belief it was possible bridged my instincts, body, and mind. I nodded and stood up. I pulled out my pacifier and sat back down next to my furry friend. I wanted some very infintaile things, but my boobs were back and it was OK with me. I was my adult self again, but contentedly sucking on a pacifier in front of a stranger while holding my furry friends paw. Magical right? “What would you call her then sir?” I asked finding my professional persona settling in despite the binkie in my mouth. I let the pacifier fall from my mouth and dangle by my lanyard not bothering to tuck it away. “Your friend here, Rebecca, is a shifter-mage.” He smiled. “I’m here to-” “Your here to cause us trouble no doubt.” I cut him off challenging him. “I usually follow trouble, but I wasn’t expecting any today.” He smiled again. “I told you to let me talk.” Becca whispered. “Mommy. I got this.” I told her confidently. I turned back to the guy… Mr. Andersen, “Why are you here?” “I told you the House registered you. You are both wielders. I’m from the people who keep the rules.” He smiled. “Quit smiling.” I told him earnestly. “I’m told my smile is nice, and I like to keep things Relaxed.” He told me. My muscles began to lose their tension and my hand nearly dropped from Becca’s. A terrible growl rose up from my friend. Fear laced down my spine. I saw Mr. Andersen shudder and his hand dropped to that knife/sword thing. Becca’s hand dropped from mine. I looked down to see a full paw. My friend had shucked her human form entirely to become the biggest Beagle I’ve ever seen. The hair along her back stood high at attention. Her gums pulled back revealing various kinds of sharp tearing teeth. I was terrified she’d be hurt. I felt her flex her muscles to defend me. “Stop!” I yelled.
  7. diapersnpaws

    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 15 --- Becca --- I was still in shock. I couldn’t get a full thought started. I was broken into tiny bits, and none of my pieces were fitting back together. When Molly pulled away from the hug, I could sense her standing up firmer and she seemed… I don’t know, less fragile? I was happy for her. Because, I was about to freak the fuck out! I started panting and praying to the Flying Spaghetti Monster for deliverance! I looked over to my sleeve of tattoos to find Flying Spaghetti Monster and realized that under the hair on my arm, my tattoos were gone! I held Molly out at arm's length and shifted her out from in front of me so I could see myself in the mirror. I just stared in disbelief. While I was staring at my change face and looking for my piercings, Molly came up behind me. She put her hand on my shoulders and started running her hands down the side of my head over my floppy Beagle ears. This isn’t even what I wore to fucking bed last night! I thought looking at the tiny bits of fabric that made up my sports bra and itty bitty bikini panties. They were black with white dog bones printed on the material. “I didn’t put this on.” I told An… I mean Molly. “I know… It’s strange. I remember what you were wearing, but I remember you wearing this too.” She told me. “Yeah, guess you probably didn’t wear that to bed last night either huh?” I asked her smiling and pointing at her pacifier. “Of course not! I mean no… I don’t think I did. Maybe?” She waffled. “You sure about this Molly thing? I mean I’m OK with it, but it’s gonna be hard. At least I think it will be. I don’t seem to have as many conflicting memories as you do. My shit seems to be more with my looks. All my ink is gone.” I huffed. “Yeah… you look like you, but you don’t. Gotta tell you though, it’s all I can do to not scruff your hair and play with your ears!” She laughed reaching out to pet me, but pulling her hand back. “Try it.” I encouraged her feeling a longing for her touch. Felt good last time. I reasoned “Ok” Her hand trembled. “It’s ok An… Molls. Do it.” I told her again. God, Molls feels so good on my tongue. I can’t believe how much I missed calling her that! Her hand cupped my large floppy ear. I felt her nails scrape my scalp scratching in behind it. She rubbed lightly at first, but she gradually increased the pressure scratching deeply. I moaned in pleasure. My God. That’s amazing, like a foot rub and back rub at the same time. “I’m not sure if it’s disrespectful or not, but it feels fucking amazing!” I told Molly. “Ok. I think I like p… petting you too Becks. So weird.” She smiled around her pacifier. The thing was huge. The plastic part was oversized and so was the rubber part, but she smiled so hard I could see her teeth around the plastic and I found myself not caring at all. It was sickeningly adorable, and I couldn’t help but picture her with pigtails in her hair. “So fucking cute.” I told her. “You too. I’m not thinking werewolf though, more like a mix of a Beagle and a girl. You’re a Were-Beagle!!!” She laughed. I turned to the mirror again with Molly still standing behind me. I shifted my head back and forth getting a look at my face in profile. My ears flopped animatedly making Molly giggle like a little girl. Well, shit. I have a muzzle. “I have a muzzle Molls.” I told her. “Yup… Uh, I mean. Yah. You sorta do.” She told me. “It’s not much of one.” She tried to console me. “All the better to smell you my dear.” I joked watching myself talk in the mirror. “You have big teeth too.” She told me. I smiled a toothy smile, “All the better to eat you with my dear.” I felt a heat in my middle on that last one. I totally meant that double entendre. Down girl! “Well, that’s going to get old…” Molly said arching an eyebrow at me. I chuffed, “I’ll try not to over do it.” “I’m getting rid of my red hoodie…” She laughed at me covering her mouth. I opened my mouth and reached up with my paw/hand/thing to touch my teeth. I found the paw pad on my index finger to be more sensitive to pressure than I thought. The thick hide was transfering feel to the skin below the pad, but not directly on the black flesh of the pad. I felt the texture of my finger pad bumping it’s ridges across my lower canine. My lower jaw looks sorta Orcish… and Vampire-y on top. I turned my head sideways and watched my jaw close. My front lip was split down the middle and my upper lips sort of fell down over my lower lips just a little bit. I really did have a short muzzle. It didn’t change my face too much, it was more my nose than anything else that saw the changes. It was black where the hair retreated toward the tip end. Definitely dog shaped. I noted. The tip of my dog nose went straight down into my muzzle lip feeding into the split. It didn’t taper back toward my face like it had the night before, and shit could I smell. I thought I could smell everything before… damn, I wasn’t even close with my human nose! “I have whiskers!” I gasped and flattened the few long white hairs against my face. “I have fucking fur!” I yelled at the mirror leaning in really closely. “Not really. I mean yeah you’re more hairy than you were last night, but you don’t look furry. You just look hairier... than you used too.” She insisted. I looked down at my arms. She was right in a way. I did just look like a hairy chick. There were dark black hairs all over against my pale skin, much longer than they had been, grown in thicker too. I reached down and turned my fingers sideways tugging at the hair. Definitely mine. There were some white places along my stomach and paws/hands/feet, and some brown edges to the darker black area. I could just see my human skin under it in most places though. The hair just kind of gave it color instead of covering it. I could make out the pattern around my foreign clothes that Molly felt looked Beagle-ish. I freaked out a little and yanked off the weird cross halter top and the bottoms. My nipples and most of my tits weren’t covered in hair, neither was my vag. Really the only places I didn’t have hair was where the outfit had been covering me. The strings of the underwear rode high on my hips and had ridden just under my tail. I ran my hand through the hair on my arms and stomach. I accidentally rubbed it backwards and it cause me to shiver and I shook very K9 like, and immediately stroked the hair back into place. “You feel like a dog biscuit cause I’m craving a stuffy and I want a bottle of milk. Like a real bottle.” Molly told me over the top of my head. “No, but damn I am hungry. I think I want bacon. Pounds and pounds of bacon!” I laughed and growled. “I can cook you some downstairs.” She told me. “If you’ll fix me a bottle.” “A bottle??? Are you old enough to run the stove little girl?” I teased her. “Fink so.” She giggled around her pacifier. “Put your clothes back on.” “I don’t think I want to… Is that a problem?” I asked her feeling more comfortable nude. “I hope not.” She whispered to low for me to hear, but I heard her… I mean, come one… dog ears! I totally heard her. Well, she’s probably right there. I’ll have to be on my best behavior. Nope, best behavior is clothed. Get to it girl! I tugged the underwear back up and slid the string between my ass cheeks and under my tail. Slipping the top back on, I wiggled around until my hair laid right and wasn’t bothering me. I felt a sudden pull to kiss Molly and acted on it before I could stop myself. Only I didn’t kiss her, I reached up and licked the side of Molly’s face. Like… the side of her whole face! “Shit. Sorry.” I told her panic in my voice. “Gah! Doggy breath!” She giggled and wiped at her face. “No fucking way! Morning breath maybe…” I huffed and sniffed really fast. OMG! I really have morning-doggy breath! “OK, you don’t burn my house down! I’m gotta go brush all these teeth. Like STAT.” I waved at my face. “I’ll twy.” Molly told me with a toddler’s accent. “Dude, I’m fucking rolling my eyes so hard at you right now.” I told her swaying out of the room my tail keeping opposite rhythm to my hips. “Be a good dog. No more peeing in the house, or No Bacon. Plus, I won’t be the only girl in a diaper around here.” She teased me. “Nope, none of that shit. You can pet me. I’m cool with that, but no bacon jokes Baby.” I told her stomping. “Mommy!” Molly squealed and ran at me jumping into my arms. Then gravity put in it’s two cents, and we fell to the floor with me on the bottom. “Ooomph.” I whined. “Mmph, mmmph, mmmph.” I whimpered. “Sowwy! I got a little carried away. I tink I’m hawing a wittle twouble wid impulse controw.” She tolddlered at me starting to sniffle. “I guess I’m ok. I’m not hurt don’t cry baby.” I tried to sooth her. “I’M NOT A FRY BABY!!!” She wailed and then caught herself. Molly looked down at me and covered her face with her hands. A very muffled best friend said, “I’m so sow… I mean soh ree.” She forced herself to speak clearly. “I’m ok, it’s ok. Let me up Babe.” I told her. “K.” She whispered at full volume. “You look like your early teen self, but I’ll be damned if you don’t talk like a fucking toddler. What’s up with flattening me Babe?” I asked her. “I don’t know Miss Pee’s in the Floor…” She stared at me. “Fair. Alright, guess we better keep an eye on each other eh?” I asked. “Where to first bacon or dog breath?” Molly asked me. “Annie, you make the call.” I shrugged. --- Molly --- “Becca!!! Molly, Duh! Breath first. Then bacon. I think we should have biscuits too.” I told my furry friend. She keeps calling it hair, but at what point does hair turn into fur? I made a mental note to google it. I had bought a little plastic Princess Bubblegum at a garage sale. She was about six inches tall and had real clothes, or at least used to. I seemed to have lost the clothes some time during in the last few days. Wait… Did I even own this yesterday? Becca couldn’t resist taking me by the hand and walking out of my room while I nursed on my binkie contentedly. Lord, I’m so flipping weird! Yesterday all I could think about was trending statistics in Lean Business with Micro-Economics. Now, I’m totally distracted with a dolly, and I can’t believe how much I’m loving this pacifier! “You’re sucking that thing like the world is coming to an end. I’d ask you what you were thinking about, but between your physical and mental fountain of youth and my suddenly hairy ass, I’m not sure I wanna know.” Becca laughed at me. “Prolly not.” I lisp-spit around the paci. “So... Am I babysitting you, or are you puppysitting me?” She laughed. “Ok. Funny. I don’t know. I’m still me, just… I don’t know. I have weird impulses and like zero control. I don’t feel like I’d burn down the house, but I didn’t think I’d tackle you either. So, I dunno.” I giggled shrugging. Becca brushed her teeth, and I watched laughing my face off. It was hilarious. “This is worse than giving head to a roll of shag carpet, Damn!” She hacked out another bristle from her toothbrush while picking at a ‘hair’ in between her teeth. “I’m sorry… Maybe I could get you a water pick or something.” My giggling didn’t sound very sorry though. How sharp are those things cutting up that toothbrush that way? “This any better?” She licked the side of my face grinning wickedly getting me back for laughing at her. “Oh, bluh… You’re a bad dog!” I giggled wiping at my face. “Pfft… I’m the best Bitch ever!” She laughed. “Oh! I’ve always wanted a puppy!” I giggled and hugged her tightly. “I’m not your puppy, I’m Trent’s if I’m anyone’s.” Becca slumped down and huffed. “This is scary shit Baby. I fucking hope Trent doesn’t freak. This is definitely not the better part of those wedding vows. Oh damn! I have a study thing today…” “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to trooping off to Berks Manufacturing with this thing in my mouth.” I told her tugging at my binkie. I couldn’t talk myself into pulling it out though. I can’t get my boobs back by worrying about it. Plus, I need to feed the my dog. I told myself making me giggle out loud again. “Ok. That is terrifying, but it can wait a bit. Bacon for the Beast first.” I laughed dragging Becca to the kitchen. I sat her at the bar and started pulling her raw bacon and pans out. “Sit.” I giggled and she did. Just like that. I grabbed a paper plate and threw a raw piece of bacon on it and sat it in front of Becca. “Molls, what the hell?” She asked me. “I don’t know… Like, I’m testing. Scientific method or something...” I shrugged and started warming the pans. I tried not to hover or stare at my bestie, but I watched long enough to see her puppy nose wrinkle as she bent down and smelled the raw meat on the plate. Her new tongue slipped out past the end of her tiny muzzle catching a little drool stirred up by the smell of the meat. She looked up at me and back down at her plate. “Well, shit. I’ll just try it.” She said in true Becca fashion - just going for it. Now, I would have picked up the piece of meat and nibbled off the end to taste it, but it appeared that I wasn’t the only one having some impulse control issues. Becca licked her lips, turned her head sideways, and grabbed the whole strip of bacon off the plate. She gobbled it up and swallowed it in three bites in a jerking motion to swallow it hole. “You know you have fingers too.” I sassed her. “New rules here Baby.” She smiled a toothy smile at me born of bacon nirvana. “What eating raw meat with your Face? Scarfing like your life depended on it? Or, the growling at me when it’s gone.” I asked her laughing. “Owie, Owie, Owie.” I sucked my finger. “You OK baby?” She asked me. “Yeah… I burnted my fingew.” I whimpered tears forming in my eyes. Poop! I don’t wanna cry. Calm down Molly! It’s not that big a deal! I dropped my binkie and sucked on my finger taking large shaky breaths, “I’m OK. What about you and your bacon?” “I mean, I’m a dog er something. I just did what I did. Damn it tasted amazing though. I hope cooked back is still the shit.” I she growled again. She didn’t seem to have any trouble eating my cooked bacon. In fact, I barely got any! She even licked all the grease off her plate before she ate her single biscuit. It was cute watching her wrestle her new puppy instincts against her human manners, and let’s face it, biscuits are hard to eat without making a crumbly mess even without a bifurcated front lip! “If you lick all the plates like that, we wouldn’t even need to prewash the dishes for the dishwasher! I could just run a load with a touch of soap and boom, I’m done! Chores over!” I laughed.“Hey! Well… if you cook bacon every time then I’ll lick the plates every time.” She agreed laughing. Becca’s head swung around and her ear pivoted. She jumped up and jogged off to her bathroom without saying anything. She came back with the phone under her floppy ear and plopped down on her couch as I finished up the dishes nursing at my pacifier again. I tried to give her her privacy, but eventually I trundled into the livingroom to sit next to her catching the tail end of her conversation Trent. “Look… Don’t worry about it.” She insisted.“I’m serious. It’ll be OK. We’ll be OK.” “No, listen. It’s ok. Were catching up on some Netflix and you hate that show. Plus, I have study group tonight. I know right. One summer class and still need a study group. See you tomorrow Babe.” She gave a forced laugh. “Everything OK Becks?” I asked her. “I mean… I can’t tell him about this over the phone!” She huffed at me. “Yeah.” I replied defeated. The energy ran out of the room and I pulled my furry friend into a side hug. I instinctively started petting her. We seemed to sync up our breathing and I found the passive pause similar to sitting on the beach watching a sunset. I rested my head back against Becca’s overstuffed couch and continued to pet her. I wasn’t kidding myself any more. I was petting her and we both loved it. My eyes lazily drifted to the ceiling. I randomly traced the lines of her ceiling and my floor. Eventually, my eyes scanned over the familiar wall hangings. There were a few metalwork wall pieces, and a few pictures of us Becca, Trent, and/or I. When my eyes landed on the picture the Finn’s left us, my blood chilled. I didn’t recognize the print. It not longer said, ‘Love makes a house a home.’ It read, ‘Change your thoughts and change your world.’ “Hey Becca. Read that picture the Finn’s left us.” I told her nudging her head around to look at the wall. “Yeah, so…?” She asked clearly not getting it. “Read it out loud.” She did. “And…” I prompted. “Grah, it used to say something about Love making a house a home. Remember?” I paused. I watched the recognition wash over her face. Then she flushed a look of panic at me, and I heard her whimpering. Her tail that had been whipping back and forth stood straight back stiff and alert. Becca stood up drawn to the photo. --- Becca --- My God what else has fucking changed. I raised my unfamiliar paw and reached out to touch the frame of the picture. The moment I touched the frame, an electric current rushed through me. My already bizarre sight changed. I could see another version of my livingroom lain like a ghostly projection over my real livingroom. “Molls, do you see a fucking old ass wrinkled dude in a creepy leather chair on in that corner?” I asked her pointing over her shoulder. She turned, “Uh… no.” “How about the fireplace?” I asked again. “Nope. What are you talking about? Are you ok Becks?” She looked concerned. “Yeah… or I think I am.” l told her feeling a ripple run over me as a shivered and my hair moved. “Let go of the picture Becks.” She told me. I did. The moment my finger left the picture frame the dual livingrooms settled into the unfamiliar one with the creepy wrinkled ass old man. He smiled at me, and that just caused me to whimper like a scared puppy. I looked around and found myself alone with the old Crypt Keeper looking guy. There was no Molly to be seen. “Uh… Yeah. So, ummm Hey?” I waved. His all-the-better-to-give-you-nightmares-with smile brought some fright filled tears to my eyes. “Come sit young one.” His whispy breath was as creepy as he was. God I hope these claws are worth something if this weirdo tries something. I thought edging slowly toward the hearth.
  8. diapersnpaws

    Birch House - Chapters 17

    I'm busily working on chapter 15. It's a big reveal chapter. I hope I don't disappoint anyone. I'm taking my time with it. YourFNF - I'm pretty sure Becca is a Flip the Fuck out and Smash Some Shit kinda girl, but at this point their changes are messing with their sense of reality. They have a better sense of what has happened to themselves, but their sense of the changes with each other comes and goes. And still, they both have a new set of instincts and desires milling around in their heads. If you have questions, please ask em! And as always! Thanks for the support! PS. Things are getting a little weird... Becca pissed in the floor like a bad puppy, and Ann is nom-ing on a pacifier wanting to be called Molly again!
  9. diapersnpaws

    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 14 --- Ann --- I woke up Sunday and nawed on something in my mouth mumbling about mornings around it. I stretched both arms out to my sides straining to unlock my sleep tightened muscles. I released my stretch and my thumb landed right back in my mouth. It’s path had been as true as my morning trek to the coffee maker. I smiled remembering how much fun I had last night with my bestie and blinked my eyes to clear the sleep away. I rubbed my thumb off on my comforter absentmindedly, and my attention shifted. My mouth sought a different texture… a different shape. I fumbled around trying to satisfy the yearning. I flipped my pillow over not finding whatever was missing. I felt a tingle in the skin on my shoulders shivering up my neck as a touch of panic bounced on my heart strings. I flipped my covers back and it flew through the air landing on my dresser. I rushed over and shoved my pacifier in my mouth. Guess I was playing with it sometime last night. I hate when I can’t find it. Gah! Anxiety. I shivered. My sleep laden brain continued to thaw as the night melted away. I rubbed my thighs against the thickness of my diaper giggling around my pacifier about it being super wet. Clear headed, I noticed two things. The first was that Becca had ended up in my bed sleeping on my feet again, and I really needed a new diaper. It was swollen to capacity. I took a deep breath to yell at Mom for a change, but then I remembered I was living in my own home… Mom wasn’t here, she was at her place. Poop! I hate growing up! I threw a mental temper tantrum. Just a few years ago, Mom would have changed me when she woke up. I wouldn’t even had to have gotten outta bed! It was an lingering argument for me. I did hate how outcast my diapers made me, but I totally loved them too. I had a bit of a lazy streak when I was younger and I dealt with my diapers by ignoring them. I’d left it up to Mom as long as I could. I pushed at Becca with my feet trying to wake her up. My knees were hurting again. I didn’t know if they were achey because of sleeping weird, or if I was growing again. Daddy had warned me about that. Growing pains… “price of beauty”. He’d told me. Whatever! I puffed my cheeks and blew air around my paci. I rolled over dropping my legs to the ground groaning a bit as my knees picked up a touch of pressure. I put my pacifier in my nightstand and smiled around my thumb that quickly took its place. I waddled over to my changing table and nabbed a diaper before climbing on top of it. If I hurry, I can get back to bed before Mrs. Morning Sunshine Smiley Pants wakes up and won’t let me go back to sleep! We can watch Netflix later. I slid off the changing table and made longing eyes at my bed. I felt around my chest for my binkie. It wasn’t strapped to my shirt, so my thumb was in my mouth before I had a moment to feel empty. I sighed wishing someone would have changed me instead of me doing all the work. I missed my Mom. I heard Becca stir and start sniffing around. I smiled imagining her cutie little nose wrinkling up while she figured out if it was time to get up. I swear she can SMELL sunshine! I stealthily dropped my diaper in it’s pail and ninja’d over to my bed praying I wouldn’t wake her. I sat softly back down in the bed and slid my bare legs under the covers my new diaper crinkling merely. I gently pulled the comforter up to my shoulders. Laying very still, I waited to see if Becca would wake up and ruin my chance to sleep in. I loved it when she stayed up here with me, but I hated her in the mornings. I rolled over to my side and decided I wanted my Hello Kitty paci. Mom wasn’t a fan, but she got them for me anyway. I giggled at the memory and pulled pacifier from the nightstand and closed my eyes. So much better! I remembered as I fell back asleep. --- Becca --- I freaking love the feeling of Annie’s feet under my belly. Keeping her cold ass toes warm is the shit! I took a deep sniff of the air in the room. Sun’s up. Annie’s fresh and I’m not. I need a shower. No bacon on the stove. I hate cooking. I was resigning myself to another pop tart or a bowl of cereal when I shifted. My borrowed throw blanket rubbed abrasively against against my hair. GAH! I hate that feeling of something running my hair against the grain! I shivered a full body shiver running from the nape of my neck to my tail. My sports bra was doing a good job of keeping my sensitive chest in check as I lay against my best friend’s feet, my crush. I couldn’t think of her like that though. I’d promised myself. Police tape Bitch! Wrap that shit up! No thinking of Annie that way! I unfolded myself, and inched up along Ann’s side staying on top of her comforter. I’d promised Trent no hanky panky and by all that’s holy I was going to fucking deserve that trust he’d shown me. It helped that Trent was thinking of Annie as fucking hot now too. We’d had some weird but thrilling sexy roleplays these last couple of days. I think it helped us both scratch a certain itch. Speaking of itches… I lifted my right foot and scratched under my bra, ahhh much better. I whined a bit and rolled off the back side of Annie’s bed. I thudded heavily onto the floor and crawled over to the fading patch of sunlight in front of her bedroom window. My early morning sun, must have been closer to midday sun! Eh, it’s Sunday… Who cares? I laid there as noon came and stole away the rest of the warming sun. I gathered my energy and started crawling toward the bathroom. I shook my head trying to wake the rest of the way up, but sleep was clinging to me harder than it usually did. I caught a whiff of Annie’s urine by the changing table and moved closer to find the spot on the floor that was catching my attention. I should have gotten up… She dribbled on the floor. Wonder how wet she is now? When did she change? I isolated the exact spot where she had dribbled on the carpet. It wasn’t in the right spot for pissing while she was changing, so I guessed a really full balled up diaper probably dribbled on it’s way to the diaper pail. What the fuck? Where the hell did this come from? Why the hell is there a kids changing table in here? Why the hell did I know it was a fucking changing table. I listened to Annie’s faint adorable snoring while I worried over this piece of furniture I’d never seen before. I couldn’t remember it being there the night before. I was processing all that while I turning around and hovering over Annie’s pee spot. I looked over my shoulder trying to remember the table and whether I’d ever seen it before when I started to cover Annie’s scent mark with my own. “Becca Phillips, what the HELL are you doing?!?” Annie slurred at me jumping up suddenly out of her bed. “Heh” I chuckled dropping my pussy to the carpet drying it off. “You fucking cussed! Yes!” I laughed standing up. “Becca!” Annie shouted at me dropping her pacifier letting it dangle by the clip on. Is she shorter? Diaper sure is wet. I wish she’d let me help her with those, but it’s prolly for the best that I don’t see what’s under that droopy diaper I thought cocking my head to the side thinking. I swear she was asleep… Annie’s anger flushed her face and she stomped over to me adorably, “Bad Girl!” Ann shouted at me wagging her finger threateningly. She was about as intimidating as cotton candy to sand paper, but I immediately whined and dropped my gaze to the floor. “That’s not grass or a toilet is it?” She huffed. “Bad Girl!” My best friend yelled at me pointing at the floor. I wasn’t sure what she was so worked up over, but I did notice a trickle of pee falling down my leg hair like a plinko game. Shit. Got up to fast. Meh… I needed a shower anyway. “Huh?” I asked Ann confused. My feelings were more than a little hurt that I screwed something up, even if I wasn’t sure what the hell I’d done. “I told you, you could pee in your own floor when ever you wanted too, but it smells like a dog potty down there. I won’t have it on my carpet young lady.” She kept on bitching at me. I looked down and saw the wet spot on the carpet. It seemed huge. That seemed important to Annie, but I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. I covered the scent like I was supposed to… “Oh” “Holy” “my” “Fuck” “Goodness” Annie and I shouted at the same time. It was at that moment that I looked at Annie noticing how much shorter she was, still taller than me, but shorter than normal. Her hair was shorter too, not to mention the fucking pacifier dangling from her shirt. At least she clipped it on this time… I thought. Wait... What the fuck! “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t awake yet and I…” I was freaking out. “I know Becks. It’s my fault really. I got up and went back to bed.” Annie consoled me. “I should have let you out.” Let me out? I turned around and raced for the bathroom to get a towel or something to clean up the floor. My tail had been tucked neatly between my legs during my sprint, but sweeped a whole shelf of diapers off into the floor making a fucking mess in the bathroom. “God I’m such a bad girl.” I whimpered my tail tucking between my legs again. I shuddered overwhelmed with failing Annie. I wanted to hide, because I couldn't stand disappointing her again. She was so good to me. All I wanted to do was be a good wife, have some pups, and be a good girl. Pups? WHAT THE FUCKIING HELL IS GOING ON! Annie caught up to me after throwing the dry diapers back on the shelf by the bathroom door. She pulled me into a hug and kissed my head. She ran her hand down my hair and down my back. I started to calm down immediately. I reached up and put her pacifier in her mouth smiling at her. She smiled at me around her pacifier and we turned to the bathroom sink together holding each other. Annie screeched dropping her soother to the end of the tether. “Why am I short? Why the binkie? What’s going on?” Annie blurted out freaking at her image in the mirror. “Arooooo!” I howled in confusion. “Hush girl!” Annie said quickly looking over at me. “SHIT!!!” Annie yelled looking at me making me smile briefly before I took my turn to flip the fuck out. I saw the look of panic in her eyes, both of us caught mid inhale. We couldn’t catch our breath. Annie ran her hand along my head palming it just above my ear and turned me toward the mirror again. “What happened last night?” She asked the mirror. But I didn’t have any more answers than she did. I leaned forward bracing my hands on the sink to get a better look at my face, but got distracted by my hands. They were different. They were my hands, the hands I went to bed with last night but… not. Different. My fingertips were swollen, sort of puffy, and my nails had changed. They were longer and wickedly curved. They were thicker too. Some of them were flesh colored and some were black, but they all curled past the end of my fingers in a delicate deadly sharp arc. I… Claws… Fucking Claws? I glanced over at Annie. She seemed conflicted and mesmerized at her own image. Her hand hovered with the pacifier half between her chest and her mouth. I reached out to her wanting to comfort my friend and saw my palm. My palm and fingertips were rough with patches of dark raised skin. I… Pads? Paw pads? I kept flipping my hands back and forth trying to absorb what I was looking at. This shit is fucking screwed the hell up! What the fuck is going on. I felt my tail uncurl as my sham fled and anger rose. I felt it twitch as fear crept up on me. I reached behind myself and touched my tail. What in the hell! Oh Fuck! I yipped, “Oh Fuck That! Oh Fuck This! Oh Fuck everything!” I screamed turning circles holding my tail. --- Molly --- “I’m sorry I cussed, Becks!” I squealed afraid she was ashamed of me. “WHAT THE HELL AM I?” She yelled tapering off into a howl. “You’re you! What’s wrong?” I asked confused. “I’M A FUCKING WEREWOLF!” Becca yelled at me. “You’re not a werewolf honey. You’re you.” She told me reaching out and scratching behind my ear. I’m glad she likes this. It’s comforting to me too. She huffed and leaned into my hand. “See everything’s ok. Except I seem to have lost six inches last night, and my boobs.” I giggled. I reached up my palms falling flat against my chest. They hadn’t done that in a long time. I didn’t start blossoming up top until I was fifteen or so, with my last big growth spurt. I could feel something there, but there wasn’t much. “Lord Becks, I look like I’m fourteen again.” I stood there astonished. My arms were thinner and so were my legs. I looked… gangly. I was sort of stretched out. My face was fuller than it had been the night before too. The harder I looked, the more differences I saw. Not the least of which was I could see. I ended up sitting my glasses down on the sink. My vision had shifted from farsighted to nearsighted at seventeen after my first year of college. “What’s going on Becks? I’m younger… Your hair feeling funny again?” I asked her wondering why she was worked up. I smiled at her turning circles chasing her tail. “Did I fucking look like a hairy mix breed to you last night Annie?” She huffed. “Awe, Becks. I told you I don’t like that. Just go with Molly. Sides Molls is my nickname Becks. Always has been.” I told her. “Annie, you’ve had me calling you Ann for nearly eleven years!” Becca looked at me exasperated. “I…” I stalled my brain catching up to the situation. Annie… Ann… I… My brain restarted in spurts and jogs. A few seconds later, I felt the last ten or so years meld with my first fourten or so. Shock overtook me while my brain re-arranged. “No…” I stuttered. “I uh, call me Molly for now Becks. No…” I reach for the mirror to see if it were a trick of some kind. “No what?” Becca asked. “I, no… You didn’t, uh, look that way last night.” I admitted slowly. “I didn’t look like what!” She huffed. “You didn’t look like a… an angry puppy.” I whispered. “That’s FUCKING right I didn’t! I heard the angry puppy bit ‘cause I have ridiculous full sized dog ears flopping around my head that I didn’t have yesterday.!” She was still yelling. “I…” I got caught up in a fit tears started welling up in my eyes. She keeps yelling at me. I didn’t do this. I’m not me either! I dissolved into tears. Huge slow moving tears trickled down my face splashing down to my childish Cinnamon Bun nightgown. I stomped my foot trying to get myself back together, but it didn’t work. It just made me look more childish. I couldn’t control my emotions. They were out of control and very intense. “Oh Annie…” Becca reached out to me. Her furry clawed hands reaching for me. “Molly, please.” I told her aware of my desire to seperate myself from my childhood, but feeling like it no longer fit. I’m in a wet diaper crying like a baby… Annie is gone. She was a dream. Becca grabbed my shoulder with one hand and my pacifier with the other. I have no idea why she grabbed it, but the moment she touched it, I longed for it. Becca sniffed and sort of puppy smiled at me while slipping the binkie in my mouth. I should be scared of those nails, but it’s Becca. I’d never be scared of her. For her maybe, but never of her. She pulled me into a tight hug and I looked down over her shoulder and caught some movement. Holy Cow! She has a tail! I reached down bending even further over and touched it. Becca gasped. “Don’t touch my tail!” She barked. “Ahh! Sorry! Uh… Why?” I asked. “Cause it’s sensitive Molls. Like boob sensitive Baby.” She told me laughing into my chest. I shoved my binkie over to the side of my mouth so I could talk around it like I had been doing it all my life. I hadn’t had a pacifier in my mouth in nearly twenty-three years, but it was so comforting. I couldn’t help but smile around it while we talked. Dear God. I don’t know what’s going on. It feels like there are two of me in my head. Help me Lord. Amen. I had a childish teenager and an accomplished business woman crawling around in my head. I could feel my old life, every day of it. I had new memories too, or maybe feelings. Or, old memories that felt new… different maybe? I wonder if Mom remembers changing my diapers like I do now? She’d helped me a lot, but hadn’t done a traditional diaper change in many years. I was definitely in single digits. Wait no… she changed me when she was here last. When did she before? I wonder if she remembers me having binkies. Is that normal now? I was itching to call her and compare realities. At the same time, I was scared to know what was going on. I felt like I woke up in some crazy alternate universe. I centered my binkie creating a seal and started nursing it immediately. I felt myself center, calm, and relax. I felt more capable. Which was ridiculous. Feeling more like an adult who could take care of things because she was sucking on a pacifier. Insane.
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    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 13 --- Ann --- I yawned and immediately sat up. I reached for the front of my diaper which was predictably soggy and warm and a million degrees of nasty. Ugh… Hot swamp diaper… ewe! I stretched and looked down to make sure I maintained my modesty with my top. Content that I hadn’t escaped, I stood and looked over at Becca my diaper drooping down embarrassingly. I shivered for a couple of reasons. One was the rejection of the nasty warm diaper; the other was a beautiful set of glistening breasts. My best friend’s breasts! “Becca Phillips! Put your top back on!” I rioted turning my soggy back toward her nudity. “Meh, shhh. Trent’s rubbing our ribs.” I could hear the innuendo in her voice and was certain she was wiggling her eyebrows proud of her wit. “Don’t get him out here yet! He needs to focus on da meats! He came home and kissed me, which is fucking important right now.” Becca chirped. “Congratulations!” I interrupted. “but he couldn’t take his eyes off you…” She yawned. Poop! I’m not sure what happened over the next couple of minutes. I mean I know stuff happened, but I wasn’t aware of it. I presume she continued talking, but she’d stood up and stretched… I couldn’t see anything but her glittering naked boobs. She was like a snake charmer and I was the cobra in a basket… swaying in time with the visual. I was deadly. One strike and I’d poison several relationships, but I was fully in her thrall. Is that glitter? I’m so screwed… Lord, I’m drooling… argh! “Are your boobs sparkling?” I asked with a little laugh trying to defuse my ardor and regain my composure. Becca looked down and rubbed her dark nipples, “I guess. I broke out all the cards yesterday. I had to sex my man up to clear his head. I had too many feels cock-blocking me. He’d crashed like an old computer! So, I rebooted his ass… with mine.” We laughed together. “Things are better now then?” I asked hopeful that my lecherous behavior hadn’t broken their marriage. “Well, this shit is tough to wash off, but I don’t mind glittering for you too.” She smiled at me. “Hey, uh…” I coughed. “Uh… are they darker?” I asked Becca pointing at her chest unable to avoid my interest. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking that, but I don’t stare at my tits everyday so I wasn’t fucking sure. They seem like they might be a different color or some shit. They look any different to you?” She asked. I nodded and started researching on my phone immediately silently acknowledging the fact that I recalled her nipples before this change. She turned around and picked up a few things. I saw her wearing a large bandage on her back that was just barely poking out of her suit bottoms. It just kept me from drooling over her butt. “Hey what happened to your back?” I asked. “Well, Trent hasn’t been in bed or the shower with me in a good long while, so I’m not totally sure. I thought it was a big ass pimple or something, but I can’t pop it. It’s tender sometimes.” She told me probing it. “Not right now though.” “I can look if you want me to. We need to make a list.” I laughed. “No shit huh?” She laughed. Sweet Googly Moogly! Did that thing move?!? My Lord. I’m a little terrified. “So, it could be thyroids, cancer, or vitamins that changed your coloring.” I told her googling her issues. “Might even be genetics. So anything really.” I told her worried about the cancer with all her other issues. “My pussy’s nearly black it’s so dark, but all the feeling is there and shit. The color just changed slowly. It’s not like it’s falling off er something, just changed.” She told me in a rush. “Alright, you’ve let this stuff go for months. Let’s keep some perspective here. I’ll get you to Dr. Chu next week and we’ll tell him everything and let him tell us to freak out or not. He’ll schedule the specialist if he thinks you need them.” I told her. I ran inside and changed my diaper putting the sweaty mess I’d been wearing into a baggy and back into my… diaper bag. Overall, the BBQ went great. We played frisbee and ate until I couldn’t move. Trent and Becca drank until I was the only one sober enough to clean up. I even broke down and had a couple beers myself. My toes got a bit fuzzy, but you need at least one sober person when you're diaper dependent! I hadn’t had that kind of fun with my little family in a very long time. It really helped me to see Trent and Becca together. Even with her glittery boobs covered in BBQ sauce waving at me, I was able to keep myself in line because of their smiles and stolen kisses. Trent smiled and talked to me like nothing bad had happened, but I kept catching them both looking at me with a new fire in their eyes. Trent’s eyes still had no effect on me. I liked Trent, but I didn’t love him, therefore, I felt nothing for him in my diaper. He was a good friend as well, but I just didn’t have strong feelings for him beyond that. Becca on the other hand… Oh, I had very strong feelings for her. I loved her. I thought of her as a sister in my heart. She was my best friend, and I wanted to share my life with her. I wanted her with me for all my experiences. Becca’s fiery eyes… well, they did much, much more for me. I made it through the night without throwing myself at her, if only just barely. Our relationship continued to stay on good terms after the fence party. Becca and I were settling back into our old routines, old patterns, but that fire was always burning in someone’s eyes. I was Becca’s friend and only her friend, but I found her distractingly attractive. We went to the doctor’s office that following week. He listened patiently to everything Becca told him, then poked and prodded her everywhere. In the end, he referred us to a dermatologist, optometrist, and an ENT. Those appointments were all a couple weeks off because nothing caused Dr. Chu any major concern. He’d also scheduled an outpatient exploratory procedure at the hospital for the thing on her butt. That appointment was scheduled for five weeks from our doctor’s visit. I decided that the medical community can’t get in a hurry no matter how freaked out a person is unless they are actively trying to die! Five weeks was crazy. About three weeks after the reunification barbeque--that’s how I thought of it--Becca and I were upstairs in my room folded up on my bedroom couch watching Netflix. The newest season of our favorite show had dropped a month back, but we were just finishing up the first season rewatch we’d started that night. “Full moon tonight.” Becca said offhandedly while running her hands up and down my shin. Her tactile feedback had been increasing over the last few weeks. It was never anything indecent, but she always flirted with that line. She was always touching me in areas that were socially acceptable, but I was always aroused by her anyway. Given her intense sense of smell, I was embarrassingly certain she knew that and still touched me… innocently. “Really? One of those super moons? Blood moon?” I asked. “Nah, just a regular ole full moon.” She yawned. It’s a strange thing being touched for a few hours in a row. My hands begun to feel… idle. I wanted some contact with Becca too, but I was taking that from where she was laying on me because I honestly feared touching her. That had been enough for most of our cuddle sessions, but my left hand felt odd. I sort of watched it decide, on its own it seemed, to reach down and run my hand along her head with the lay of her hair. “Mmhmm… Yep, keep doing that.” She told me pushing her head into my hand. “K.” I said sort of petting my best friend. “Trent’s out all fucking weekend. Can I crash your couch?” She asked me. “Uh… sure!” I told her a bit too excitedly. “Thanks Babe.” She told me and I swear she was fighting to keep from wagging her butt. Her hips didn’t move, but I would swear her bump wiggled anyway. “This is probably the last one for me. We can start season two tomorrow. I love Netflix Sunday’s.” She sighed and put her chin on my knee. “We’ll have to go out in the morning then. I don’t have the snack supplies for a binge-a-thon.” I giggled. I felt my diaper warm up, and Becca’s head twitched and rose off my leg. She tilted her right ear toward me and then her nose. She sniffed the air and looked up at me. “Hey, uh… diaper check there Babe.” She suggested. I smiled at her and leaned up a bit palming my crotch. I was soaked. I looked down at her and shook my head smiling at her. She’d taken to reminding me to check them. I sighed and stretched. As I was dropping my arms, I looked down to catch Becca staring at my chest causing me to check it out too. I noticed my peaks were poking intently against my top. I blushed and hopped up flipping Becca upright on the couch. “I’ll go get us something to drink. It won’t take you too long. You’re just number one.” She nodded leaving the room. I grabbed my changing supplies and lay down on my bed. I’d started using a baby oil barrier since I ended up back in diapers full time. It slowed down my changes a bit because I had to dry off my hands and use hand sanitizer to remove the oils before fooling with the tapes. Becca had a good sense of when to come back in so I wasn’t worried. She always knew when I was done. We had been avidly avoiding shared nudity since we got back together. It was an unwritten undiscussed rule we’d both agreed to. While I changed myself, I thought about what the last few weeks had taught us about how comfortable Becca was becoming with her new senses. I could tell her new glasses were bothering her, but I thought they were cute. I loved mine. I considered them Face Accessories! They were part of the character I sell the business world. I had several prescription pares even. The ear nose and throat guy cleared her. Tests showed that there wasn’t anything wrong with her. Blood workups for cancer concerns came back clear, and the optometrist suggested that it was simi-normal for a college student to suffer vision changes since they spend so much time at the computer or reading books. We got a laugh about that one. The audiologist had no real explanation for her increased sensitivity, but congratulated her on its acuity. Dr. Chu’s biopsy on her butt came back cancer free too. He thought he could feel something solid in there so her options were down to expensive imaging or the exploratory surgery she had scheduled. He seemed to really want to get in there and poke around, but Becca had shut him down quick telling him it wasn’t hurting anymore. She hadn’t canceled the appointment yet, but I felt like she would in the end. Medical oddities really get the doctor juices flowing so he was still pushing for it. I knew we’d have to get it checked out eventually, but I thought I’d let her hide her head in the sand little longer. Nothing suggested it was urgent anyway. All in all, I helped her with the cost of a ton of doctor’s visits and we got nothing but weird or good news. We’d had to take a few days of worst case scenario-ing and then let it go. She’d even stopped wearing a bandage over her nub. That’s what I was calling it anyway. We snuggled back into our cuddly spots, and I sighed happily. “So we hit the store early tomorrow, right? I wanna hang with you before you’re gone. I can’t fucking believe both of you are gonna be gone for days!” Becca whined. “I know Becks, and I’m going to hate it. I’ll miss you and I don’t like the public. That’s even worse now. It’s just Tuesday to Thursday though. Won’t Trent be home at night?” I asked. “Oh, he’ll be here. But, now he’s working on that sidewalk and pool deck. The man can’t sit still. I swear if he wasn’t taking care of me at night, I’d sell his tools!” She complained. I felt the need to comfort her and was again drawn to pet her. Only this time I didn’t stop my hand at the bottom of her short white hair. I let it slide down her back and along her ribcage. My hand continued down until I bumped her nub. I hadn’t set out to touch it. I had before, but that was very clinically with gloves and everything. It had sort of shrunk and stuck out more at the same time. It looked less swollen and her darker downy back hair caught in the light of the TV. I had the vaguest impression that it twitched. I pulled my hand back and repeated the circuit. Becca let out a puff of air and relaxed melting into me like snow in the midday sun. “I’ll give you forever to stop that…” She told me lazily. “Doesn’t hurt still does it?” I asked. “Feels… good. Just, keep…” Air puffed out of her face and she passed out. I kept my hand moving repeating that motion over and over. The skin on the palm of my hand raked across her hair then her shirt and finally the bare skin of her midriff. As my palm left her back at the peak of her nub, I mused at how soothing this was to me too. I giggled at all the empties she’d left on the coffee table and delicately slipped out from underneath her. I put a throw pillow under her head and covered her with a fleece throw. She was curled up in the same ball she’d be in while laid up against me. I doubted she’d be able to move again until late in the morning, morning person or not. She’d had a lot of alcohol after all. I got up and stopped Netflix. With an arm load of beer cans, I made my way to my kitchenette. I hip checked the door and dumped the cans in the recycle. I reached up to the top shelf to grab some Clorox Wipes for my coffee table and noticed I was having trouble reaching them. I fumbled with my fingertips and caught it falling at my head. My shirt settled back over the top of my diaper hiding the strip of tummy skin that was normally exposed. I yawned and set off to my clean up my room before I lay down. I’m a night owl, but two am is late, even for me! After I got all the sticky surfaces cleaned and the room restored to normal, I changed my diaper one last time before bed. I changed into a tight tank top and hopped into bed. I turned on my lamp and hit the remote to turn off the light on the ceiling fan. My room dropped to darkness except for the square pool of gorgeous clear moonlight that my big windows let in. I smiled and settled in to read a bit by moonlight. At about three am, I finally put my book away. I could hear Becca’s breath change as she drifted deeper into her sleep. She was making some cute sleeping noises and sounded like she was moving a little. I stretched in my bed and rubbed the soles of my feet against my sheet to warm them up. My toes were always cold. I lay there wishing I’d worn some socks to bed when sleep came and took me away.
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    Angel Hunter

    First, I loved it. Second, I wish there was more! That's my only criticism. Sigh... Such a rich world. I wish we could play in it more. Honestly, I'd read your book even without diaper content! But, I enjoyed that spalsh too though. Angel Hunter was a fun three deminsional character among her holy and demonic two deminsional kin. It was fun to trip through your universe from her eternal perspective along with the human element. Ultimately, it was her story. It had a fun arch, but like AH you could feel that her celestial vigilante career was far from over. It was also fun for me that Julia was brave enough to enjoy the diapers and the care. Even better, you found an organic way to keep her in them as AH's long term host. Awesome!!! Lore question: did I miss why her blood line was a better host or how they are? I remember the demons talking about Julia but not why...
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    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 12 --- Ann --- I hadn’t laid eyes on Becca in weeks, and it was killing me. It had taken me longer than that first week to work her out of my system, but I was diligent. I was back to normal emotionally, except I had lost my best friend. I was thrilled to hear from her. I’d talked to Mom much more frequently over the last couple months even Daddy had started calling me twice as often. Don’t get me wrong, I loved talking to Mom. She was action girl pushing me forward but Daddy was my rock keeping me steady. As my parents, they had sensed a change in my life, Mom knew about my wet nights, but Daddy didn’t. He just knew something was wrong and that I needed him. Honestly, they had good reason to be concerned. I was a mess. After they’d helped me clear my head, I’d thrown myself into my work. I’d completed seven minor contracts and was once again flush with cash. I’d planned to take a few days off before I called Al’s buddy that needed my help, that was looking like it was going to be a big project. One I wasn’t excited to get started on either. It might require some travel… Blah! I was seriously thinking about going to Mom and Daddy’s for a few days, maybe even a week. I had needed out of this house, but maybe… just maybe, things were changing. Maybe I had a reason to stay... I was worried about Becca more than anything else. She was having potentially serious health problems, and I was dying to know if she was OK. Mom knew we’d had had a falling out of some kind, but I’d kept the details to myself. In fact, I wasn’t even sure Becca knew why I’d started avoiding her. I felt miserable about where our relationship was. I needed to fix it, but I wasn’t sure Becca would want too. I had just stopped talking to her, cold turkey. I hadn’t felt like I had a choice, but I thought I was ready to see her again. I was almost certain I could see her without doing anything... untoward. She knocked at my bedroom door while I was sorting my feelings. Deep breaths Ann. Keep your hands to yourself! “Come in.” I called out from my bed trying not to let anxiousness seep into my voice. “Hey.” Becca said awkwardly walking in the room. “Hey.” I replied staring down at my comforter. Well, so far so horribly uncomfortable… Ugh! The tenor in my room was sad and tense, but my heart fluttered in excitement anyway. I couldn’t tell if it was desire, or if I simply missed her. I found that I wanted one of her hugs, the ones I used to dread. I missed the tinkling sounds of her jewelry that used to annoy me... Focus! Big girl panties on… Let’s do this! HA! That’s funny. Big girl panties… hahahaha “Sit with me?” I asked her testing the waters and terrified that our report was broken. “Yeah.” She said a smile creeping on her face. What an amazing smile. Hey her teeth look weird… “You still in bed?” She asked sitting down and patting my covered knee. Instinctively, I arched my eyebrow and looked at the covers again. So much of our relationship was based on a loving sarcasm that was impossible for me to hold back. I was worried, that I’d pushed too hard too fast though. So I waited. “Fuck you, you know what I mean!” She huffed crossing her arms over her chest smiling. “I know what you meant.” I laughed looking down at my lap. Yahtzee! The banter is fine. OK. I can work with this. I can do friends… But, that smile. Sweet baby Jesus! Hearing her cuss at me felt like angels strumming harps on sunny clouds! A smile crept up on my face splitting the oppressive air in the room. I took a deep breath and prepped to deliver my speech. “Listen, I’m sorry. I mean it.” Becca told me surprising me before I could get started. “Why are you sorry?” I asked. “I’m sorry because I freaked and didn’t talk to you for forever.” “It’s been rough with Trent. I… I did something that it took Trent and I a while to work through. Guess we are still figuring it out.” She told me with a tremble in her voice. Does she know?!?! “God, I just made all that harder on you falling off the face of the planet.” I started to sniffle finding new layers to my own misery. “Hey quit! Today is a day for a celebration! Fence is finished.” She told me. “There’s gonna be meat too! I’m going to make a mess outa my face girl. Bikinis and Ribs! Sexy backyard time!” I leaned forward and laid my head on her shoulder. I was so glad to have her here, but I hadn’t been asleep. She knew that cause I saw them watch me walk up the stairs earlier this morning. I was covered with my comforter for another reason. “Listen, I have something to tell you.” I started, but Becca interrupted me. “Nope, let’s just pretend the last couple of months never happened. It’s better that way.” Becca decided nodding her certainty. “Alright, but… I can’t, not all of it. This last one’s been a particularly bad month Becks.” I told her tears in my voice and real tears dripping down my nose. “W… What… Uh... “ She stuttered. I decided the best thing I could do was show her. I took a deep breath and stood up. My pink princess Rearz diaper was on full display and predictably wet. “Shit Babe. Did the diaper demon take your day times afterall?” Becca’s lip quivered in sympathy for me. “You can’t cry! I can’t hold it together if you cry!” I whined. “Fuck Fine!” She said standing up shaking her body like a wet dog. She hugged me tightly and I felt so much better. “So are you full time now?” She asked. *Sigh* “Yeah. I might as well be six again. I guess I have a little control, but I have almost no notice. I get no real time to get to a toilet.” I sniffed. “Fuckety Mother lickin sack of butt smokin asshats!” Becca said kicking one of my pillows that had been lying on the floor. “Your mouth Becks. So filthy.” I chided her out of reflex while covering my mouth laughing. We both laughed hard and the tension in my room cleared. Yep her teeth are definitely weird. “What happened?” She asked me. “Well, I stopped talking to you in part because of this. My daytime control started slipping right after Mom left. I tried pull-ups for a while, but they just don’t fit me right. I kept leaking.” I told her. “I don’t know what to say. You know I don’t give two fucks right?” She smiled at me. “It’s cute.” She whispered to softly for me to hear. “I know you don’t care, but I just wanted to be able to use the bathroom… at least at home. I mean it’s only ten feet away, but as soon as I get the memo and stand, I’m empty before I get anywhere.” I folded my hands in my lap staring at them. “Damn, that’s almost worse than not knowing.” She muttered. “Exactly!” I was so relieved she understood. I’m just glad someone gets it. God, I missed her so much! Knowing I needed to go and not being able to make it was more humiliating than just wetting my pants! I had really struggled with that over the last few weeks. Mom had constantly badgered me not to worry and just ‘Let it Flow’. I was so tired of Frozen puns. Dads don’t have the market cornered on terrible lame jokes. Moms can get in on that action too! “Ok, so bottom line. Your ass is padded 24/7 now. You still shitting in the toilet?” She asked me trying to understand the new dimensions of my situation. “Yes! I mean, I mean I have to pay a bit more attention than I used to, but I have plenty of time to address number twos... at home anyway.” I told her embarrassed. “I’ve seen you leave a couple times. So you are doing some stuff outside the house. That’s good.” She told me working hard for the silver lining. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been out diapered before, but I need to get new clothes. I’m going to miss my pant suits.” I sighed depression creeping in around my edges. “Meh, pants are overrated! Your legs look better in skirts anyway.” She told me. AHHHH! She likes my legs! GASP! Bad girl. Stop it. Focus... “So, when’s the BBQ?” I asked trying to shift the conversation. “Well, two-ish… Trent’s went to town to get the food. I’m fetching you. We can sit in the shade on the downstairs deck while we wait.” She smiled at me hugging me again. She pulled me into the hug and buried her nose in my hair. Becca inhaled and barked a bit having sniffed a few hairs into her nose. I smiled and snuggled into her. I had grown used to her sniffing like I had her hugs. It was just Becca now. “Hey… Uh did you ever get to the doctor? No tumors or anything right?” I asked suddenly worried. “Not yet.” She started, but I interrupted. “Look, we’ll get those appointments next week and knock it out. I was going to take some time off anyway.” I told her suddenly motivated. “Yes Ma’am. It just got away from me cause of the Trent stuff, and school, and uh… life n’shit.” She sighed. “Well, you’re shagging your old man again so we can focus on you now that your vagina has something to focus on.” I told her determined and giggling. “Ok… So bikinis and Ribs!!!” She agreed as I heard her stomach growl. “Well, I can do a bikini top…” I told her unsure. I didn’t relish showing my body like Becca did. “You’re going to look amazing no matter what you wear. You’re kinda hot ya know?” She told me kissing my forehead. My Lord I needed that. I needed a bit of praise from Becca! She thinks I’m hot! Wait! Ann! She’s Trent’s. She doesn't want you that way. --- Becca --- I had two bridges on the mend now, and we were on our way to celebrate another good thing in our lives. The finishing of the fence gave our remote house total privacy. Well, unless somebody was airborne or someshit! Things were definitely looking up at Birch House. Let the birds fucking stare! I’m so going to be nude most of the time! I’m a streaker and I know it. I began to sing in my head. I helped Ann pick out her skimpiest bikini top, partly for my own pleasure, but mainly to remind Trent how fucking hot our housemate is. I mean damn. Tall and waif thin, all she needs is pointy ears and she’d be some kinda elf from that movie with the short guys and the dragon! “What are we going to do about the bottoms?” She asked me shyly. “Well, if it was me stuck in a diaper, I guess I’d go topless so no one would look at what I was wearing around my waist.” I laughed. “Becks! Seriously. What am I supposed to wear over this thing?” She asked me patting her padded ass. My God, I’ve missed my pet name on her lips! “Well, you got…” I rummaged through her stuff. “You have a choice of not covering the diaper and owning it, the bikini bottoms over the diaper, or some kinda shorts or skirt or something. I’d look hot in a skimpy top and some skater shorts, but I bet you don’t have anything like that.” I suggested. “I could do a skirt and some workout shorts I guess.” Ann shrugged. “That’s not very hot! We are supposed to be young 20 somethings wearing skimpy clothes to show Trent how much we appreciate that soul sucking fence of his.” I fussed. “Well, I could just go without if you two don’t care if I pee on your deck.” She just laughed throwing out a last resort. “To bad we don’t have a pool. You could just step into the grass to pee and be all wet from swimming and no one would know.” I pointed out unhelpfully. “We don’t though!” She whined. “I’m not getting you outside in the bikini bottoms am I?” I asked honestly hoping she’d take that option. “Nope.” Ann huffed and plopped back down on the bed. Her frame was so petite, despite her height, that her tiny chest didn’t even show the impact of plopping down on her bed. I shook my head at that. My girls aren’t record breakers, but gravity still gets a say when flop around! I thought about this shitty situation and what I was hoping to do with this BBQ. I wanted to draw Ann back into our lives. I needed my bestie back and I was willing to do about anything for her. I tried to imagine what Robin would tell me to do about her daughter. What would Robin do? … Fucking brilliant! Now if I can just keep my fucking pussy to myself this time, this will be great. “Look, you aren’t going to like this, so let me just throw it out there. I’m gonna channel your Mom for a moment.” I told Ann catching her eyes with mine so she’d know I was as serious as hell. “Ok…” She said looking away. “Change into the black bikini top. It’s got some frills and covers more, and it will look great with your diaper! We’ll put your hair in pigtails and you can wear your black Hello Kitty canvas shoes. Oh, and a pair of those black HK thigh highs. You’ll look fucking cute as hell.” I suggested proudly. I got the pieces together for her and she changed tops with her back facing me. I let my mind drift over the thought of Ann, particularly my interest in her body. I didn’t generally find girls sexually arousing, but could find them entertaining to look at. I could appreciate a beautiful woman, but that didn’t mean I needed to get sweaty on top of her. But, as Ann pulled her last shoe on and I pulled her hair into the sexy-as-fuck pigtails, I found myself short of breath. “Where ya going?” I asked as she made for her bathroom. “Put on my face.” She answered as if it were plain to see. “Nah, it’s like the surface of the sun out there. No makeup girly. You’ll sweat it off Baby.” I told her catching up. Ann made her way to her bathroom dressed like a goth baby girl on Halloween. I stood behind her slender frame with more curves and being much shorter in my skimpy ass blue bikini as she closed the door and got a look at herself in the full length mirror. “I look like a drunk idiot on going to a costume party wearing a diaper as a swimsuit bottom!” Ann gasped. “Nah, you’ll look fucking hot. That black on pale shut-in skin… Amazing! Hell, I’m going to have to go bare ass naked to get Trent’s attention with you all dressed up like this.” I laughed. Ok… Now I’m turned on. Going to have to check the porn-o-verse and see if other people get off on this shit. Rule 34… Someone’s got to! “You could always get one of the Molicare diapers from the drawer. They’re the white ones. Do your slutty blue top and swap out for a diaper then wear my blue and white HK tights. I don’t have any Kitty shoes, but we could be matching costume sluts!” She laughed. Oh, I want too. Especially if I’m going to drink. That’s probably not safe though. Me + diapers + booze didn’t work out well last time. You have an adult chaperone tonight though! A paranoid one… It should be fine. But, I couldn’t convince myself. It was just to risky. “I’ll do the tights and do some white workout shorts. Not sure Trent could handle us both all sexed up with diapers and shit.” I amended “I have some white canvas shoes I can wear. It’ll work. I’ll look close.” I decided. I changed my clothes while Ann fixed up a diaper bag. I couldn’t believe it, but if she were going to spend all afternoon outside with us, there’d be no need to be running up and down the stairs all afternoon, at least she could change downstairs this way. I texted Robin and Trent a picture of Ann that I took when she wasn’t looking. [Me] Patched up with Annie... [Rob] Good news sweety. We’ve been worried. [Rob] How are you? Did you get to the Doctor? Are you and Trent OK? [Me] *pic of Ann #2* 3x BBQ Ribs and yard games. Fence Done. Have Annie send ya pics [Rob] God how adorable! Can’t show Daddy that one, or I’ll be in the yard in that getup. [Me] You’d be every bit as cute only you’d have the tiny person cute factor too [Rob] You’re sweet. I’m old and a midget, no worries. [Trent] WHAT THE HELL! [Me] No Doc yet. Trying next week. Annie is taking me. [Rob] I want to know everything! Need me there? Probably won’t get in that fast… [Me] Told ya she was hot! [Me] Not unless they find something bad. [Rob] They won’t cause I’m about to pray God’s ears off. [Me] Thanks… Mom. [Trent] You’re not wearing one are you? [Rob] You know I love it when you call me that. [Me] I could [Me] You know I love you! [Rob] Love you too. [Trent] I shouldn’t be feeling like this about her! [Rob] You know. Rearz does a black diaper that would look hot with that outfit. [Me] I’ll get her some for the next time I drag her outside, she’s 24x7 now. [Me] Yeah, let’s revisit this when you’re ten beers in… [Trent] Damn it. Guess I owe you an apology too. [Rob] 24x7! I’ll call her tomorrow. Love to Annie and Trent. Have fun. Don’t drink too much. Sunscreen. [Me] We’re both pretty pale, I got SPF 100 for the occasion. [Me] No apology babe. Just know I love you. No matter what happens. OMG! Brain cramp trying to keep those two convos straight!!! Wonder if I could get Trent to lotion Annie. I don’t feel safe doing it. Fucking hot bitch. We walked outside and setup the BBQ shit for Trent. We dug out a frisbee and a few other things to goof around with in the yard. Then we got all the ice from in the house and setup a cooler for the beer we snagged out of my fridge. We ended up lotioning ourselves while shooting the shit about the time we’d missed. I wouldn’t risk touching Ann, and Trent still out at the store so he wasn’t around to keep me sane. It felt amazing catching up with Annie, but it was stunningly hard to keep my hands where they belonged. I’d missed her so badly. We were lounging on the back deck in the shade of the upper deck when Trent finally got home. My man loves his meats like I do! Meanwhile, we’d both drifted off napping while we were waiting on Trent. “The lolita look is working for me.” Trent whispered in my ear. “Don’t wake her. She hasn’t been sleeping.” I whispered back my protective instincts kicking in. “I have to go rub the ribs down anyway. You two finish your nap. Fucking hot. Damn…” He hissed. “Diaper only for her around the house babe. Robin’s rules. Try not to stare. It’s probably wet too. Don’t know if we are supposed to help her not leak or not so follow my lead on that. Night Night babe.” I yawned quietly stretching and then rolled back on myself to sleep in a ball in the lawn chair. I thought about it a moment watching Trent out of the corner of my eyes. He was eyeing Ann hard. It looked like he was taking a fucking 3d scan, he stared so hard. I chuffed softly watching him go back in the house. That’s it! I was right! I groused pulling the knot on my top. This shit’s coming off! Those are MY pervy stares!
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    Birch House - Chapters 17

    So... Two months sounds like a long time and all three characters have gone through a lot. Some of it will be discussed as we go, but this isn't a story about life's dramas only, it's about the things happening to Annie and Becca. Not much has escalated in that area... Not yet. Plus, for those who read The Woes of Maddison Page, I've already explored a life tracking story. We are exploring something new in those book! Lastly, shock and denial are strong things that can wrap time in a cacoon while the ignore thier problems. Besides, they are all super busy. You'll see.
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    Birch House - Chapters 17

    Birch House Chapter 11 --- Becca --- “Say something Trent!” I huffed at him openly begging him to understand. “I don’t know what to say.” He snapped staring ahead blankly. “I didn’t really cheat. I wasn’t… It was Ann for fucks sake! She wouldn’t hurt us. I was drunk with my best FEMALE friend. It was fine. I will be fine. It’s no big deal. I was just still revved up from that magical fuck fest you gave me, and well the diapers were new, I don’t know about that… and the TV was sexy… God Trent! I’m just so fucking sorry!” I wailed. I curled up in the bed too terrified to meet his gaze. It was so unlike me. I was the leader in our relationship. I set the tones. I set the rules. I defined the boundaries. I kept Trent in line not the other way around. My face covered in my terrified hands, I waited to see which future that I was bound to. “I… Did you cheat on me?” He asked me pain in his voice. “I don’t feel like I did.” I rushed. “I feel like I stumbled on something… something like bondage or something.” I tried to deflect. “But she’s a person! A person I know! Someone I’d have to look in the eye! A person who owns half this damn house!” He shouted getting fired up. “I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t… it was like she was a toy, a vibrator or something. Not the person. I didn’t even know what was happening. It was so fast. I was so drunk...” I whimpered. “Do you love her?” He asked me. “You know I do.” I told him pleading. “Do you want me to leave?” He sounded miserable the fight visibly fading from his body. “NO BABE! I FUCKING LOVE YOU. I MARRIED YOU. I HAVE REAL SEX WITH YOU. I WANT YOU HOME WITH ME ALL THE TIME. IT’S YOUR DICK I DREAM ABOUT.” I yelled. “Do you dream about her too?” He begged me with his eyes. “IT’S YOUR BABIES I WANT TRENT!” “Do you love her?” He asked again very stoically. “You mean romantically?” I asked terror in my heart. “Yeah, Rebecca, do you love your best friend as a girlfriend, a lover, a wife?” He clarified. I paused totally freaked out by his question. “That says everything I need to know. You couldn’t answer me.” He told me standing calmly. “Trent, No! I was just shocked.” I watched him walk toward the bedroom door. “You shouldn’t be shocked. It should have been immediate, and you certainly haven’t denied it yet.” He pointed out. His words smacked me in the face again. Should I have had an immediate denial on my tongue? Should his question have freaked me out that much? I didn’t really feel that way about Annie did I? I felt my head cock to the side in a quick twerk, “Listen, you shocked me so bad. I’ve never thought that way about Ann!” I screamed at his back willing him to stop. He paused and turned around, “You don’t... You don’t sound confident enough. I think I have the answer I need. You cheated on me! How many times have I promised your ass I’d never cheat on you! Do you know how many times I’ve had to turn girls down?!? I loved you Rebecca! I still love you, but I’m so mad right now. I’m even more mad because I’m turned on too.” He yelled and slammed his hand into the frame of my door causing a shudder to ripple through Birch House. “Don’t leave pissed Trent. You just got home. Let’s just calm down and eat or something. Don’t leave. This isn’t like that. It was an accident. I was drunk.” I begged whimpering and crawling toward him. “I get it. That’s why I don’t drink anymore. It's hard isn’t it? Dealing with what you did? What have you done to Ann?!? That’s the worst part! She has that condition. It’s like picking on a handicap kid! She can’t love you back that way Ann. You cheated on me with someone who can never return your feelings!” He thundered turning to leave again. “She doesn’t know I remember.” I told him as a last shot at forgiveness. “What?” He paused. “I lied. I woke up this morning and pretended like I was so drunk, that I couldn’t remember.” “Why?” He asked. “It’ll kill her if you leave because we cheated and she didn’t even feel anything. It was super weird. I don’t know what happened, but I swear it wasn’t cheating.” I begged him. “Then why did you have to lie?” He challenged a decision slipped over him and his shoulders rose and his posture changed. He paused to look me over. My body language displayed the desperation I was feeling. I could smell it wafting off me. I could smell his anger and disappointment. I could see the betrayal he felt. And, I loathed myself. I was such a fucking failure. He didn’t deserve this, and neither did I. I really hadn’t done anything that couldn’t have been forgiven, that I wouldn’t have forgiven him for. I was balling by then, “No clothes even came off. You let that dude get further with me last year on Spring Break!” I threw my hail mary. I hadn’t wanted to defend myself that way. Frankly, I didn’t think I’d need to defend myself. I was as pissed as Trent was, but I wasn’t going to let my anger free. I didn’t give two fucks about being mad. I cared about salvaging my marriage! “Alright look. I wasn’t going to go back out, but this… happened.” He waved his hands between us. “They need another run tomorrow. It’s an all day thing. Not overnight, but all day. I’m going to take that run and clear my head… think a little bit. I’m not leaving you, but I’m hurt and very very angry.” He told me facing the living room door. “You have to text me some while you’re gone. I don’t want you to forget me.” I prophesied. “I’m not leaving Rebecca. I just need to calm down before I say things that we’ll regret, things we can’t come back from. I’ll text you, but give me some space.” Then he was gone. He walked out the door without a kiss, hug, or an ‘I love you’. He left and I balled. I wailed and howled my misery in the foyer of my house behind a door that felt so final. The insulation at Birch House must have been amazing because I never heard a peep from Annie, and she never came to check on me, no matter how much noise I made. Everyone is leaving me... --- Ann --- It had been six days since whatever-that-was happened between Becca and I. All my effort went into trying to forget, but I wasn’t able to. I hadn’t forgotten a single frame of that mental film. It was on loop in my head from moment to moment. I hadn’t had to look at anything online to help me with my physical needs since then. That was the first time in my life that I pleased myself with a real person, the first time I brought pleasure to someone else... Each night in my bed, I had lain there, freshly diapered, and fought a losing battle against those memories. There was an internal court battle going on as my moral light and dark sides lawyered up and litigated the situation. It was an argument of justification for my internal record books! To make things worse, I’d had a couple of accidents… during the day. I was back to being in the bathroom most of my time. Yesterday, I’d been forced to start going to the toilet preemptively, every hour and a half! My nerves were shot, my control appeared to be failing, and I’d… something’d with my best friend! I had plenty of time to wallow in my own misery sucking myself deeper into the miasma of depression. I berated myself for my terrible behavior and then excused it away in the next moment cycling through points of view. That had given me a loose stomach all week. My nerves way over producing stomach acid liquefying everything I ate. In the end, all six nights, my dirty little hand snaked its way over, around, and under my night time diaper while I drew on those images frame by frame. I recalled each touch of her fingers and each caress of her breath. I remembered her rigid body as she worked her way into a frenzy against me. I could remember the feel of her soggy diaper on my thigh. How the plastic shell, wet with sweat, stuck to my leg as she ground it into me. It was the single most arousing moment of my life. I remembered with all of my senses. It was a magical moment for me and despite all the trouble that moment brought us, I was beginning to think it had been worth it. That stolen few minutes of intimacy was invaluable to someone like me. I got off for the seventh night since my Mom left, and I still hadn’t seen or heard from Becca. I missed her. I wanted to talk to her, but I was so very afraid. Maybe I’ve masturbated enough to get over it, or contain myself at least. Fudgenuggets! I fussed in my mind as I wet my diaper a short twenty minutes after I’d put it on. I was exhausted. The week had been terrible. I couldn’t sleep and working was nearly impossible. I watched the carport like a hawk. I had watched Mom leave and so had Trent an hour or so later. He hadn’t come back until Monday night. I was such a coward and a terrible friend. I hadn’t checked on Becca. That was eating me up too. Trent had only stayed Monday night and Wednesday night at home, both nights coming in late and leaving early. I was worried for them. I was worried I’d forced myself on my drunken friend and violated everything I could in that moment. I was worried I’d destroyed three lives, and still… all I could think about was Becca. --- Becca --- I miss Annie so much. I can’t smell her downstairs anymore. I can’t smell Trent in my bedroom either. Trent’s scent is stale, muted. It smells like me all over but what I’ve lost is fading away. I’m such a terrible bitch. Poor Annie. She’s probably a mess. Trent is way overreacting about this. I was honest. I didn’t mean anything that happened, and I didn’t mean anything by it either. I didn’t let it go any further. I confessed right away. The ass hasn’t even checked on his “best friend.” She’s up there probably going through the toughest shit of her life and neither of us are there for her. God!!! It’s been almost two months! I don’t give two shits about that fucking fence anymore. I just want my fucking husband back. [Me] I made lunch… [Trent] Thanks. Leave it outside? [Me] Cool in here. Have lunch with me? [Trent] I’m almost done. Just leave it outside, or I’ll just eat it later. Damn him! Fucking pig shitting fuck pickles! I stomped in circles snapping my jaws at the air. I’d been involuntarily celibate for nearly sixty days. It was fucking torture! Trent and I were young. One of the foundations of our relationship was constant attentive adventurous fucking. I had a minor lapse in judgement that I had more than suffered the penalty for. I was starting to feel righteously pissed off myself, and my fucking horn, that’s what I was calling the cyst thing on my ass, was the most annoying thing of it. Time for the big guns. I sighed trying to get my head in the right space for sexy. I put my phone down and slipped on my laciest sheer white thong. My ass looked amazing even with Mount St. Horn-ious poking out. My ass cheeks were the main attraction not the surgical bandage I was using to cover the horn growing above my ass. I tugged it up tight giving my freshly shaven puss a delicious-looking camel toe. The skin of my vag was a much darker shade than my regular skin tone now, nearly black, and showed through the sheer material seductively. I sprayed his favorite perfume on myself and lightly rubbed on some glitter lotion across my dark nips and abs and in my panties. I pulled my pixie cut white hair up into an intricate set of braids wrapped around my head like a crown. I did my makeup minimally, cause it was hot out, and I wanted to get hotter. [Me] Bringing lunch. Meet me at the patio. Cold Beer and T&A! Ok. Don't be nervous bitch. He’s already checked out. If your marriage is salvageable then you got to do something drastic. Shake that shit loose. Trent made his way up the hill to the house. He was half naked, not the business half, but the fun to look at half. I crave cock like some chicks crave chocolate, but they aren’t all that fun to look at. Now Trent’s sweaty man-chest that was something of glory. His love trail had grown thicker and darker since I’d seen it last, maybe higher too. My mouth watered and my long tongue snaked out to gather the moisture from the corners of my mouth. I shaved for this. His ass better appreciate it! I’d prepared myself for striking out, but prayed that I wouldn’t. He had no idea how difficult it was to keep a lady-like appearance these days. I’d went from shaving once a week, which was really more of a touch up, to shaving daily! Well, I shaved daily if I wanted to be hair free. Strangely, I had to shave almost all of my body except my pussy. It was weird. Getting older sucka da donkey balls! That’s another doctor I need to see. So head guy for smelling and hearing, eye guy for vision getting weird, and skin guy for color changes and the hairy shit. Fuck that! I want my bell rung. Sexy hips go! I thought sauntering out onto the patio, mostly naked, to deliver my husband his food. It was time. This was sort of the same thing as the Rose Ceremony on the Bachelor. I fucking hate that show. I closed the sliding glass patio door and turned around confidently. I put a genuine smile on my face cause well, my man had pecks! Really delicious pecks! “Lunch is served!” I told him holding a plate loaded with a sandwich and chips in one hand and a cold ass beer in the other with my hip cocked to the side and a wicked smile on my face. Trent looked from my smile to my chest causing my nipples to tighten. I gently shook my tits so that they swayed gently while he watched them. I was a peacock enjoying the attention. A lecherous smile spread across his face as his eyes trailed down my body. His look changed from arousal to cautiousness. “How’s Ann doing? You know with her diaper thing.” He asked me. Fucking seriously! “I don’t know.” I told him running a black painted sharpe fingernail down his bare chest leaving a narrow red raised line on his skin. “I haven’t talked to her in a couple months.” I told him loving the feel of his skin dragging against my nail. “I promised Mrs. Smith we’d keep an eye on her.” He told me as his wanton look returned. That’s the look I want on his face! Woo hoo! I pushed Trent’s sweaty body down into the patio chair and straddled his legs. I arched my back and reached behind me sitting his plate down. I brought the cold as hell beer around between us, and brushed the can over my nipples. They immediately popped to attention as I ran them over the mouth of the beer can. I let it rest between my tits and leaned forward to kiss my husband for the first time in weeks. Our mouths crushed together and he squealed like a little girl. “Shit that’s cold as hell!” He laughed taking the can from me. I shrugged, “Felt good to me.” I told him arching my back and stretching in his lap. He took a huge drink of his beer and set it on the table beside us. My arched back pushed my boobs in his face, and the natural light caused them to shimmer like gems. He took the invitation. His mouth full of cool beer inhaled my nipple. It felt amazing. I was wetter than I ever remember being. My thong was saturated and I was probably getting Trent’s cargo shorts wet. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I screamed not caring if the neighbors or God heard me. “You too babe.” He told me drawing a hickey on my right tit. “Let’s go to the room.” “Nope, I made lunch for my working man.” I laughed tearing off a bit of sandwich pushing it towards his mouth. “Eat up.” Perky, that’s how I tried to sound, but I’m pretty sure it came off slutty. Eh… That works too. I tugged his cargo pants off him followed quickly by his underwear. I left him nude while I stood up smiling at him and took my top all the way. “I’ll have my lunch, you have yours.” I licked my lips and inhaled the scent of his manhood kneeling between his hairy legs. “So freaking hot!” He choked out around his bite of sandwich. I took Trent into my mouth and simply enjoyed pleasing him. My knees hurt kneeling on the deck, but enduring that pain was an apology of another type. I was determined to apologize with all my skill. I apologized the fuck out of Trent! He was so distracted by my hard work that it took him almost ten full minutes to eat his sandwich. I ended up finishing him off about the same time that he finished his food. He pulled me up as I was swallowing him down. “God babe, that was amazing.” He told me kissing me. We thoroughly apologized to each other on the back deck not giving a fuck who could see or hear us. Eventually, we stumbled to the bedroom for a nap a while later. We woke up in the late afternoon in each other’s arms for the first time in months. I was deliriously happy. “Babe, I’m trying. I’m sorry, and I promise I’m trying.” He told me softly. “I’m trying too. I needed you in me. I was afraid Trent. Genuinely afraid. I thought I’d lost you.” I cried softly. I. Never. Cry. “I was too.” He said softly. We made slow intimate love to each other happy to be with each other in our bedroom again. We ate in bed and passed out in each other’s arms that Saturday night. We woke up early the next Sunday morning and went outside to finish his fence. “Babe.” Trent said pointing to the house with a head nod. Ann was walking up the stairs with a few bags in her arms. My heart went out to her and I felt restless seeing her. I could never forget my best friend. I was something of an empty husk without her. I needed Ann in my life again, but I was too afraid to screw up my mended bridge with Trent. I’d made my choice. I took one last longing look at my leggy friend and got back to work on the fence not looking back again. “We need to check on her. We’ve had our problems, but we have been shitty friends.” Trent finally said. “Trent…” I faltered. “No Babe, we promised Mrs. Smith. She’s my best friend next to you and your best friend period. I get that. I’ll try hard not to be jealous. I promise, but we are a trio not a duo. I knew I was buying a relationship with Ann when I asked you to marry me.” He sighed. “Just not in a naked or orgasmic way…” I wiped the sweat from my forehead, “Alright Trent. You have my word. Nothing will happen between us again. Sides no clothes came off. Nothing naked happened.” “I believe you’ll do your very best Babe.” He told me standing next to me and patting my head. I beamed at his praise. “How do we fix this?” He asked. “Well, remember she doesn’t know I remember. Prolly figured it out by now. She’s a smarty pants, but sometimes she misses shit with social things. Too much alone time.” I nodded standing. “Well, we are finished here. We need to celebrate. How about a barbeque? What’s Ann’s favorite?” He asked. “Fuck if I care! Meat! Ribs Baby. Momma needs Ribs!” I squealed. “You go get the stuff and I’ll get her.” I laughed. [Me] Annie? [Ann] Rebecca? Fuck. I’m in so much trouble if she’s using my whole name. She answered though! [Me] … I miss you. Five minutes passed. [Ann] I’ve missed you too. [Me] How are you? [Ann] Still dealing. [Me] I’m sorry. [Ann] Me too. A few more minutes passed. [Ann] For what? [Me] Huh? [Ann] What are you sorry for? [Me] Falling off the face of the planet for like, months… [Ann] How’s Trent? [Me] Happy right now. Satisfied. Getting the meats! We’re grillin! [Ann] Good to hear. Parking has been sort of sparse lately. I was worried. [Me] Yeah… Not been an awesome couple of months for us. [Ann] Me either. I’m still soggy. [Me] Babe, I’m so sorry. [Ann] It is what it is. Twenty minutes pass. [Me] Can I come up? [Ann] I need you too. You need me too? Alright! Calm down… I stood and focused. [Me] Yeah, I need a hug too.
  15. diapersnpaws

    Angel Hunter

    Well done man! Nice fight. you'll have to stop self-deprecating that portion of your writing now. Is there more planned or is it just a cliff hanger ending?