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Rosie was just a ball of energy and sunshine, She barely even noticed Millie bumping her head into the table until Margarita chastises her. As soon as she does realize though, she pulls Millie's head towards her, and plants a kiss on the spot where it bumped. "Sowwy Millie I din' mean t' makes you bumps' you head." Margarita smiled down at Millie. She did know who she was, or more accurately in her mind, who she had been. It didn't matter to her now though. Daddy had told her that Millie was his new live-in sissy baby submissive, and so that's who she was to Margarita. "You're quite welcome Baby." She says, then tries to take a closer look at the spot where she hit her head, moving her hear out of the way. "You sure you're okay Honey?" She asked. "I can get you some ice if you want." Alice said, already off the couch and halfway to the kitchen, obviously eager to help if at all possible. "I jus wan' t' wellcum yous to the family Millie" Rosie explained. "You're even littler than me! So you must be my baby sister. I'm the little sister, Rosie. That's our big sister, Alice, Mommy Margarita, and Aunt Vanessa." Rosie explains, pointing to each person in turn as she names them. "If I'm your big sister, and Millie is your little sister, doesn't that make you the middle sister then Rosie?" Alice points out playfully. "NH-UH! I'm the little sister!" Rosie insisted brattily, as Alice and Margarita laughed. "While we're airing objections." Vanessa chimed in coolly. "I'm not your aunt or anyone else's. I'm just another submissive to our master." I frown. "Vanessa, you're part of the family, yes? If not, then you should leave, and I won't be inviting you over for the next family get together, which will mean much more infrequent play sessions for you. So, are you sister, mommy, aunt, or grandma?" Vanessa, frowned, very clearly unhappy with her choices. "I suppose out of those I find 'Aunt' the least objectionable."

I smile as you tell me that you like snuggling up to me. "Glad it's a good thing. I really like having you so close too." I walk over to a large wooden sign that has a map of the entire zoo, and where all of the animals are. "Hmmmmm, looks like there are elephants, chimpanzees, orangutans, gorillas, bonobos, lions, tigers, and bears oh my. Ah! they do have foxes! Then there's the amphibian house, a lot of tropical birds, Aligators, and the reptile house. and it's all in one big circle. You wanna go around the whole circle in order, or just go straight to the foxes?"

As I keep playing with he stuffed animals, the TV gets easier and easier to tune out, though I don't notice why. I simply become more and more engrossed in my game, and the story I'm acting out. I keep babbling in gibberish as I voice the dialogue, of the Brave Dragon warrior princess, venturing out with her trusted companions, in order to save the noble, and delicate, Dragon diplomatic princess from the evil meanie scientist lady. Part-way through playing, I decide that my captor should actually have the stuffed Dragon diplomatic princess. I crawl over to a place that I have a good angle, then throw the dragon stuffie at her. I call out "You're the big evil monster, and she's your prisoner, okay? Me and the other stuffies are gonna break out of here and slay you!" Cheerfully, and almost giggle as I do, not realizing that my words are coming out as anything but words.

Amelia waited patiently for James, occasionally eating a kernel of popcorn, as the TV quietly hummed in its usual high-pitched whine. Snuggled up beneath the blanket, it was seeming to take him a while. She knew that he was taking a bath since his diaper had been messy, but it seemed to be taking him longer than usual. She had emptied her potty, grabbed their stuffies, gotten the couch, and the movie all set up, and popped the corn, usually he'd only be a minute or two more than that to change and take a quick bath. Eventually Amelia realized that she had eaten through half the popcorn, and so put the bowl down away from herself, so that she wouldn't eat any more, sighing and laying down across the couch under the blanket, waiting for James.

Amelia grins a bit, when James points out how a pacifier will get in the way. "Good thinking!" She cringes as he reminds her to empty her potty. "Right, sorry!" she called back to him, she walked back into the bathroom, and took out the bowl from the potty, taking it out into the hall. She walked quickly, praying that she wouldn't run into anyone else in the halls, on the way to the waste chute. She grabbed the handle, pulling open the hatch, and dumped her pee down the funnel, and let go, letting it slam back shut. Empty pink plastic bowl in hand, she scurried back into their apartment, and shut the door behind her quickly. Once the door was shut, she let out a full body shiver. She always felt anxious and scared of running into other people as she was carrying out her potty to empty it, she hated it. Amelia walks back into the bathroom, and puts the bowl back in her princess potty, and smiled at James. "Alright, I'ma go pop the corn. don't take too long, or I might end up gobbling it all down." She teased, giving him a wink. She put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and turns it on, then grabs her stuffed dragon, James' stuffed bear, a comfort blanket for each of them to snuggle, and a big blanket to cover both of them up. She turned on the TV, and stared searching for a movie. She scrolled though until she found a romantic comedy that looked good. it was called "Changing times." She queued it up, and paused it, then grabbed the popcorn, and started munching on it slowly, as she waited for James to join her.

Amelia nodded happily. "Okay sounds good!" She chirped, obliviously completely missing the invitation. "You want me to grab one of your stuffies, and make some popcorn, while you change, and maybe take a quick bath?" She paused for a moment, thinking of something. "Or would you rather have a pacci and your blanket?" She asked, smiling.

Amelia heard James come in and called out. "Welcome home James! How was school?" As she got up to walk over and greet her boyfriend. She walked to the door, and found her boyfriend with his face scrunched up, and squatting into the usual "diaper filling" position. She giggled. "Making a stinky?" She asked with a tiny bit of glee in her voice. She waited as he grunted, and filled his diaper, then approached him as he stood back up straight. "Hey there Love." She chirped, wrapping her arms around James' middle, and planting a kiss on his lips. "You got a lot of homework, or can we have a little play date? I wanna watch a movie together, and cuddle together with you and Copper Tongue, and whichever of your little friends has been really good!" She told him, referring to their stuffed animals.

I giggle, "I had to stop you from trying to give me more of your body. You'd give me whatever part of your body I wanted even if I was doing nothing but kicking and screaming, cursing at you, and trying to run away." I point out. I feel the rail slide back in between my legs after Kris sits me in the highchair. I pull on the rail, realizing that I don't quite know if I can get out on my own. "Hmmmm, kinky." I tease. "Do I have another choice?" I ask as she tells me to wait. I look around the dining room, kicking my dangling feet, boredly, as I'm left with nothing to do but take in the scenery. I feel happy when Kris comes back, until I see the "food" she's brought. a baby bottle, with a milky liquid inside, and two jars of baby food. I frown. "When I said make me dinner first, I thought that would involve... some actual cooking or something." I stick my tongue out in disgust when she tells me the flavors. "Ugh. No way. I don't like three out of the five things you just listed. There's no way I'm going to put out for that garbage. Can't I just eat whatever you're going to eat? And I've got to have something else to drink besides milk, I'm mildly lactose intolerant, which I guess doesn't mater to you, unless you mind having a farty baby girl, who stinks worse than a sewer full of methane." i point out, not realizing that the medicine that will make me unable to handle solid foods, will also make my digestive system able to handle milk much better.

"Such a good girl" I coo. "Lets get this all the way inside." I push my cock all the way inside of Andrew's ass, slowly slowly, inch by inch until my hips are touching his bottom. I hold still, letting Andrew get used to having my cock stretching out his anus. "How does that feel sissy?" I ask. I wait for a full minute, before groaning, and pulling my cock back out until just the tip is still inside of Andrew's anus, and then thrusting in hard. pushing all the way in again. I slowly work myself into a rhythm, giving long, slow, but deep strokes, pushing in as far as I can.

Amelia yawns and rubs her eyes, she picks up her cup, and tries to take a sip of soda for more caffeine, but finds that her cup is empty. She blinks then looks at he cup, to confirm that the soda is actually gone. Amelia sighs, and looks back at her computer screen, the hundreds of lines of code she had written today stared back. She looked at the time and realized that Her boyfriend's class had ended ten minutes ago, so he would be home soon. She realized that she needed to pee and sighed unhappily. She wished that she could just stay sitting at her computer for a few more minutes, her bladder wouldn't wait though, and unless she wanted to be very uncomfortable holding her bladder, she had to go use the potty now. Amelia got up with a sigh, and plodded her way into the bathroom. She took the lid off of the pink plastic princess potty, pulled down her butterfly panties, and sat down. She had to concentrate for a moment, but then there was a hiss of liquid as pee poured out of her, and landed in the potty. A magical "Ta-da!" sound played when she got up, and the prerecorded voice congratulated her. "Good job! That's another sticker on the chart! Now wash your hands, and go tell Mommy, or Daddy you did a good job!" Amelia pulled her panties back up, then considered following the other half of the potty's instructions. She knew her mom would get worried, if she didn't send enough "I made it to the potty" texts, but she hated sending them. She hated being the only person on her floor of the apartments that carried plastic bowls of piss through the halls to the biological waste chute. She hated being potty trained so early. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and walked back to her small office. She saved the project, then turned off her computer, picking up the glasses that had accumulated next to her through the work day, and carried them into the tiny kitchen of their apartment. She loaded the cups into the dishwasher, then went to the couch to wait for James to get home

The ideas expressed here are quite interesting, as is the setting itself. The main effects would probably be on schools, with Teachers and nurses needing to be trained to handle wet and messy diapers on their students. This would be seen as completely normal of course. I think the most interesting RPs that would use such a setting, (in my mind at least) Would be a pair of teenagers, or young adults in a relationship, either both being potty trained by their parents, or some sort of "potty training official" or officer, or both of them potty training each other, or one training the other, (perhaps boys or girls training earlier, with one having a 5:1 ratio, and the other having a 7:1, or 10:1 ratio). Another interesting type of RP in this setting would be a "fish out of water" story, with someone form our world somehow being put in this world, and having people find out that they aren't in diapers at 20 (effective age 2) and forcing them into diapers, then not letting them use the potty. It would also be interesting to play with other aspects of neoteny, other than potty training. such as tantrums, and increased emotional vulnerability, increased separation anxiety, later digestion development (making lactation, nursing, and formula usage last longer, and solid foods be introduced later) and/or increased need for comfort, and physical comfort. (rocking, hugging, cuddling, and skin to skin contact.) What sorts of stories would you be interested in playing in, or seeing in this setting? Would you want to take on a caregiver, or little role? Feel free to DM me if you would like.

Dayla, listens carefully, but quickly has a lot of questions. "So one person owns the entire market? and they take things to well from lots and lots of people? How are people sure that they're getting a fair price, and that what they're buying is of high quality? How can one place be organized enough to show all of the wares, and bargain with each of the customers?" She leans into his hand. "I can certainly see why it is good for the customer, but it must be very difficult for the seller." Going down the diaper isle only confused Dayla even more. "What are these sacks? What are they made of, and why are there pictures of young humans on them? Are there humans inside of the sacks? All of these human children look so different from each other. They are all humans yes?"

Dayla, quickly grabbed onto and clung on her Daddy when he releases her from the seat belt, and picks her up. She shakes her head, and murmurs. "No, nothing fast like that. That was exciting, but scary." She cuddled into his chest, as he hugged her. She sat down in the cart as Her Daddy tells her what to do. "Okay Daddy." Looking around the gigantic store, Dayla felt a little overwhelmed, as they walk into the store and there's rows and rows of items and products stacked up on shelves. "What is all of this stuff? This is like a busy market, but instead of sellers, there's just more and more things instead."

I grin back. "You just said that I can play with your boobies whenever I want." I point out. I giggle a bit as she lifts me up, but feel my diaper squish a bit when she rest my padded crotch against her. I frown, then realize why i's damp, and blush, looking away. The kitchen is beautiful and huge just like the rest of the house. When Kris comments on the high chair. I mention. "I would have thought it was a bit strange, but I don't know if I would have realize that something was off at that point." I wait for a moment, before prompting. "Okay, food and rules now?"

I keep thrusting my fingers deep into Andrew's hole, spreading them apart to stretch him out more and more. "Of course Princess. Your mommy will call you exactly what you are. you're Mommy's adorable little Sissy Princess, and mommy's going to introduce you to your royal duties. You're finally ready for Mommy's cock in your bottom." I pull down my pants, and coat my cock in more lube, before lining my cock up with Andrew's anus, and slipping my fingers out. "Here we go. Bear down for Mommy like you're going poo poo, and it will go in much easier Sweetheart. Be a good Princess for Mommy." I start to gently push my cock against Andrew's anus, making sure to go slow, and gentle, but very firm, to get my cock inside of her, and then push in deep.