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I smile. "I guess I could." I watch you play for a little while, then decide to go find the rock. "Have fun, and let me know if you need anything Princess, Mommy's going to go do some housework, and work on some lunch for herself, just yell for me if you want lunch too." I walk off towards the Nursery, thinking that's where I remember seeing it last, as I think about what just happened. It's only been a few hours, and I'm already finding myself falling into a "motherly" mindset so easily. I already think of her as Lauren, not Dave, and even as "Her" not "Him". I rub my breast absentmindedly, even in their enlarged state, I hope they'll be big enough to feed a six year old. I really want Lauren to get everything she needs from me and me alone, to feed her, change her, carry her, everything. My breasts feel... tight? it's a strange sensation. In the nursery, I look for the rock, I think I remember Lauren having it when she came in, and not having it when she left. I check the changing table, and don't see it, then look at the My Little Pony dress, and find it has pockets. "Of course, a 6 year old gets pockets, but we can't give any to a grown woman." I grumble to myself. Checking through I do find the shiny magic stone. I smile, thinking of all the things I could ask the stone for, but it's Dave's turn for this week, after this he'll owe me, and I can get whatever I want from this stone. I rub the rock gently with my thumb, and wish. "I wish I had wider hips to carry my little girl more easily. I wish that I will always have enough milk in my breasts to feed her, and I wish that I had a good way to help my breasts not feel so tight." I stop rubbing the rock, as I see my hips and breasts grow, both growing bigger, as my clothes grow to fit comfortably, My breasts are now generous G cup, and my hips look almost like a shelf. I'd be willing to bet I could keep Lauren on my hip without using my hands if I really tried. In my mind's eye I can also see my bedroom, and a new breast pump that looks good enough to pump out extra milk for when Lauren isn't hungry, or if I want to feed her something else from time to time. I smile, my breasts feeling better already from the extra room they have. I wander back into the kitchen, and start making lunch for myself. I heat up some tomato soup, and start making grilled cheese in a skillet.

I do my best to relax, and fight my natural instinct to tense up when I see the doctor pull out a needle, I've always hated shots. I smile up at her when she tells me I won't need to worry about being broke. "Thank you, Doctor, it's nice being taken care of." Without the dull ache overpowering the last bits of the anesthetic, I begin to feel sleepy again. I let my eyes droop closed, and smile, giggling a little. "Cute bunny" I say with a smile, as I drift off again. I don't know how long I sleep for, but by the time I wake up, I feel much more lucid. I feel quite hungry, and like I need to use the bathroom though, and remembering that the doctor told me I can get up, I do, wandering off into the hallway, and looking for a cafeteria, or a bathroom.

Kayla's perspective: I frown, fidgeting more in Mr. Logan's arms. I feel myself getting embarrassed, and look down at the floor, as I mumble. "Um.... I gotta go potty... but I didn' want to do it in the gross bathrooms here..." "I gotta go too!" Lilly pipes up from the seat in the cart. "I gotta go bad!" My hands grip Mr. Logan's shirt tightly, as I stare down at the floor, feeling embarrassed and ashamed that I couldn't tell him what I needed sooner.

I look at the doctor with a bit of confusion on my face. "So what, did you implant like, an exoskeleton in my arms and legs." I'm still feeling woozy from the anasthetic, and seem to be prone to rambling. "I guess that would be an endoskeleton, not an exoskeleton since it's inside of me huh? Heehee, Latin roots are fun.... I'm smart... So I'm gonna be stronger now, like super strong? I'm I like a super hero now? ...HAH I'm like iron...girl... I'm like a female Robert Downy Jr!" I listen to the doctor describe the healing serium. "um... yeah... that sounds really good. the faster I heal the faster we can do the tests, and I get paid, yeah? ...So... if this stuff isn't fully tested... do I... like... get paid to help you test the healing serum too? ...cuz... I'm like... a broke bitch... that's why I signed up to be a lab rat! woooooo! Heh... I guess that makes me a chihuahua though... I don't like that..." I start to pout a little.

I smile at Lauren's adorable little nod, and murmur "Okay. Up we go!" scooping her up, and then settling her on my hip. "Mmm, it would be nice if my hips were wider so I could carry you a little bit easier. Hips are supposed to get wider when you give birth, right?" I say, mostly filling the empty air, and thinking out loud, more than complaining. I carry Lauren out to the living room, and walk over to the big play-pen that's been set up. "What have we got here, Little Lulu? Hmmm? I see some baby dolls, plenty of stuffed animals, barbies, a princess castle, a little kitchen, which one do you like best sweetheart, pick it up and show Mommy!" I coo, setting Lauren down inside of the play pen.

Kayla's perspective: I'm really happy when Mr. Logan is able to find the stuffed animal that Lily was looking for, and make her so happy. Just then, I feel like I need to go potty, and I tug on Mr. Logan's sleeve. I get a bit flustered when he asks me if something's wrong. I wanna ask if I can go potty, but I don't want to go in the nasty public restroom again. Instead I find myself asking "Um... are... are we going home soon?" I can probably make it if we just go straight home. I see Lilly's eyes light up, and look over towards me and Mr. Logan from the seat of the cart, and I wonder if she was thinking the same thing as me, and needs to go potty too. I cling onto Mr. Logan, trying to stay in his arms as he takes us through the checkout line.

I grin, and giggle as Travis tells me I'm the only girl he cares about seeing him diapered. I flinch, reflexively trying to grab at Travis' hands as he tickles my sensitive belly after pulling my shirt up. I nod and grin more when he tells me that more diapers won't be a problem. I shiver once my boyfriend pulls down my panties, leaving me exposed completely form the breasts down. If everything went according to plan, those would be the last panties I ever wore. The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying. I shiver again, and nod as Travis warns me about the cold wipe, then lays it right on my pussy, wiping my crotch and pelvis thoroughly. I have to fight myself a little to not close my legs to try to get away from the cold wipe. "I'm not worried about that for two reasons" I tell my boyfriend. "1. Just like you, there's only one guy I'm worried about seeing me in diapers, and 2. I'm not going to lose." I stick my tongue out at Travis playfully, knowing that any game of rock paper scissors came down to luck really.

I listen to Millie closely as she tells me that she'll protect me so that I won't have to be scared if anyone is mean. it seems that she had picked up on my apprehension, and was now promising to protect me. I smile at her, and lean in close to kiss her forehead, then wrap my arms around her tightly, pulling her to my chest, and cradling her in my arms. "Thank you for that baby. Sometimes Daddy worries about things, but that's Daddy's job to worry." I finish washing Millie, rubbing down her arms, and back. "I'm glad that you like my hugs, I like giving them to you, and I'm glad you feel safe with me." I grab a big fluffy towel and hold it open. "You ready to get out sweetheart? Or do you want to play a few more minutes with the tub toys?"

I frown as Travis moves me off his lap, but smile again as he scoops me up, letting out a small squeak, and a giggle, and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Hee hee, okay. You sure you won't bee too embarrassed when the delivery girl sees your diaper?" I tease. "She could be really cute!" I grin, putting on a bit of a lisp. "Pink Pwincesses pwease!" I giggle again. "We're gonna need to get a lot more of those.... um... can we afford it?" I was always the type to not worry about the money until I think of a reason to do so, trusting my boyfriend to worry about those kinds of things usually.

The few moments of silence before Travis answers are tense enough to play with a horsehair bow. but the smile that spreads across his face, and the easy gentle tone as he tells me that he can leave em breathing easily and smiling right back up at him. It's almost absurd to hear my boyfriend say "Of course I'll unteach you how to use the potty," Just as easily as if I was asking him to clean up the kitchen, or pick something up from the store. I'm a little surprised when Travis asks if I mind if he untrains as well, it was just never something I had considered he's want to do. I quickly smile again. "Of course I don't mind. It would be really mean of me to ask you to untrain me, and then tell you you have to keep using the potty while you make me not use it." I say with a giggle. I lean up, and try to kiss him on the lips, then settle back down, laying in his lap and staring up at his face. I hum happily, luxuriating int the satisfaction of Travis agreeing. "So...um... how do we do this? I guess we put each other in diapers... but then what?"

I look up at the doctor groggily, still feeling the drugs. "Um... okay I guess? I don't hurt anywhere or anything. I'm still groggy and sleepy though. um... I sorta looked over my body, and noticed I have a lot of stitches all over the place... what all did you do to me? why am I stitched up..." I hesitate feeling a bit embarrassed, and point down at my crotch. "Down there, and on my head, and everything? What are you testing?"

I nod, and smile. "Probably yes." I reach down, and pull out the first of the longer drawers underneath the top two. "There we are!" I exclaim as a draw full of tights, leggings, and pantyhose is revealed. I look over all of the selections, there are tights of all different colors, and styles. I grin, and pull out a pair of pink tights with rows of ruffles on the butt. "I think these ones will look perfect with your dress, Little, Lady, Lulu. Do you like them." I get a little wicked glint in my eye, and tease "If you don't you can just pick out another pair, and put them on yourself." With a giggle, I carry Lauren over to the changing table and sit her down on the padded surface. "Alright sweetheart, time for you to learn something every little girl has heard a thousand times. Arms up!" I wait for her to raise her arms, then pull the My Little Pony dress off over her head. I set it aside, and pick up the pink ruffly toddler dress with the big poofy skirt, and bunch it up so I can slip it over Lauren's head. "One more time Princess, Arms up!" I say, then slip the dress over her head and arms, threading her arms through the holes for them, and sliding it down her torso, and then over her diaper, smoothing it out as I go so that the bodice holds her chest, and the skirt puffs out just barely not covering her diaper. "There we go! Such a pretty girl!" I coo as I push her back to lie down on the changing table. I pick up the tights, bunching them up as well, then lift Lauren by her feet, and carefully slip the tights over one foot then the other, then drag them up her legs, and then finally over her thick diaper padded bottom. The padding makes the butt of the tights stretch out, really emphasizing the ruffles on the back. "Oh my goodness! You're so adorable Mommy could just eat you up!" I say tickling Lauren's belly I keep tickling her to make her giggle and squeal for a while, then let her calm back down again. "Alright now sweetheart, what do you want to play? or do you just want Mommy to take you to the living room, and we can see what toys you have?

Hearing my boyfriend arrive home pulls me out of my thoughts, and I smile up at him as he walks into the room. "Hey" I say with a smile, as hit sits down next to me, I lay down, putting my had on his lap, and wrapping my arms around his waist. "I am comfy" I murmur. I simply lay there for a while happy to just exist cuddled up to my boyfriend for the moment. I had resolved to ask him about untraining... but now that he was here, I just didn't know how to say it. I toss it back and forth uneasily in my mind, before building up the courage to speak up. "Um... babe? I know we're about to have a couple weeks alone, and we're probably going to wear a lot of diapers... yeah? Um... I was thinking... maybe... I could do this for more than just... a few weeks... maybe I could start... wearing diapers... all the time? And... well... maybe... you could... help me... actually need them....? Like, not be able to hold my pee anymore...?" A long moment passes, and I don't dare look up at him. "Could you do that... for me?" (can't believe it took me this long to suggest this but we should give our character names, I'll call my character Victoria. Does that work for you?)

I was finally done with finals, and winter break was here, time for relaxation, and not having to study for anything, no tests, no projects, no anything but relaxing with my boyfriend. And of course that meant one thing; lots and lots of diapers. We both loved them. It was a huge coincidence when we found out about or shared interest, but it made us all the more perfect for each other, and I never would have moved in with him so fast if it weren't the perfect excuse to have somewhere for the two of us to wear diapers whenever we wanted. I pull into a parking spot at our apartment complex, and get out, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I trudge up the steps to our apartment, fishing my key out of the tight pockets on my jeans, and unlocking the door. As soon as I'm inside I sling my backpack off onto the ground beside the couch, hopefully to leave it there for a month, and kick off my shoes. I close the door, then unbutton my tight jeans and slide them down my legs, wiggling my way out of them, as I reveal the childish cotton padded training panties My boyfriend had gotten me as a joke gift a while ago. He never expected me to start wearing them so frequently, and at first I hadn't either, but I loved joking about needing them "just in case". It was one of a bunch of little things that had started "jokingly" and had become more and more serious as we both just kept doing them. Like the "No pants in the house" rule, I had jokingly suggested, and had slowly become practice. Both of us were more Diaper Lovers than Adult Babies, or ageplayers, but I did have little things that I liked that fell more into the AB category than DL. I debate going ahead and changing into the first diaper of many that I'd wear over the break, or waiting for my boyfriend to get home. I argued it back and forth for a bit, before deciding to wait for him, it always felt better to have someone else change you. I flop down on the couch, and turn on the TV, booting up the PS4 to load up Netflix, and look for something to watch while I waited. I find myself just drifting back to an old sitcom I had probably watched a hundred times by now, and sigh. I settle down for a bit, and then decide I just don't want to be wearing a bra anymore. I slip my hands inside my shirt, and unfasten it, then slip my arms inside to slip out of the shoulder straps, and finally fish the black satin and lace piece of fashion torture out of the front of my shirt, tossing it aside. I settle back down with a satisfied sigh. I relax on the couch in just my shirt, socks, and panties, watching the familiar show. Already knowing most of the lines before they're said, causes my mind to start to wander, and bring up interesting ideas. for the thousandth time I think about going full time in diapers, and not just going 24/7 but unpotty training myself so that I'd have to rely on them no matter what. It seemed like a crazy idea, a pipe dream, yet it was an idea I just couldn't seem to shake. I'd talked about it with my boyfriend a few times even. It was so crazy that it couldn't be the right thing to do right? Being unable to stop wetting myself, and probably starting to poop myself as well. There was no way that would stay completely private. I would't just be able to wait to go to the bathroom anymore, rather I'd have to go whenever my body needed to, or else just sit in my mess. It had to be more inconvenient. Yet the idea of my body just going, being unable to control it at all, perhaps just getting so used to it that I wouldn't notice I was going unless someone pointed out to me that I was already wet. It gave me a thrill like nothing else I could imagine. I passed the idea back and forth in my head until I realized that this wasn't just going to go away. I needed to do this, and I needed help. I resolved that I'd talk to my boyfriend when he got home, and let him know that I wanted to untrain, and if he was willing, I wanted him to untrain with me.

I shudder and moan as Daddy promises to let me cum this time, but warns me that next time he might not. I let out a long moan, and convulse when he takes one more swipe at my cunny before asking if I understand. That's all it take, and as I tip over the edge of orgasm, I cry out "YES DADDY! I'M YOURS DADDY! FOREVER AND EVER I BELONG TO YOU COMPLETELY!" The one shout is all the coherent words I'm able to get out before my orgasm takes over, and I buck and shake while letting out a loud cry of ecstasy, slamming my pelvis into Daddy's head over and over, riding my orgasm for all it's worth, loving the feeling of being so completely helpless for him, belonging to him completely.

I smile at Millie as I continue washing her. "That's good Baby, because you're going to spend a lot of time in your diapers, and a lot of time being little! And Daddy's going to make sure you love every bit of it!" I wash up her legs, and between them, making my way up her thighs, and washing her little peepee, making sure to clean it very thoroughly, and perhaps giving it a few more rubs than necessary, then continuing down her other leg. "You're welcome Sweetheart. Thank you for being such a polite little baby for Daddy. I wash up to her tummy, as Millie keeps playing, watching her adoringly. I nod when she asks if no one would think she's a boy. "Of course not Princess, not unless we lifted up your skirts and showed them the little noodle in your diapers, as long as you were in a cute frilly dress, with your hair braided into pigtails, there's no one alive who would think you were a boy unless they already knew you." I frown a bit as I finish washing Millie, and she asks me to make sure everyone knows she's my sissy. I usually prefer to keep my play private, staying out of the public eye as much as possible. It was the whole reason why i had gotten a house so far out of town. Sure the land was cheaper, but I could have gotten something on the edge of the suburbs for around the same price, and cut at least fifteen minutes out of my commute. But now here I am with a new little Sissy, who seems to to be absolutely obsessed with being shown off to everyone in the world. If it was just about her, I would do it in a heartbeat, but for the first time in my memory, I found myself becoming apprehensive about doing a scene, being part of a scene, trying to draw attention to myself, and my little sissy, probably (and rightfully in my opinion) getting dirty looks from nearby onlookers and witnesses. Still it was obviously something that Millie wanted more than anything. "Daddy will make sure that happens sweetie, I promise. Everyone who knows you at all will know just how much of a sissy you are, and how completely you belong to Daddy, okay?" I wasn't fully sure how I'd make it happen, but I knew I had to.

I feel groggy as I first start to wake up. I feel a kiss on top of my head, and blink, my eyes ending up back shut. I let out a yawn, and blink, trying to look at the person kissing and cuddling me. "Daddy?" I mumble sleepily.

Dr. Jess smiles and nods again. "That's right Bobbi, You don't have to choose, you can be non-binary, or genderfluid, or both, or neither, and you don't have to put a name or a label on it if you don't want to. The most important part is exactly what you said, for you to just be you." She smiles and then turns to me. "It sounds like your little princess knew exactly what she wanted all along." I nod sheepishly. "um... yeah... I guess so." I look down at Bobbi "I'm sorry baby, I thought this would be helpful for you, but it sounds like I just needed to listen to you better."

I nod, obediently, unsure if Vincent wants me to repeat this back or if the grace period of being able to speak when told to has run out from his command to speak.

I hold Baby tighter to make sure he doesn't slip out of my grasp, as Cody, takes his hands off and raises them in the air in mock surrender. "I just had to check Baby, you've had a lot of accidents in the past few days, Honestly I'm not sure why we have you in shorts. if you want to wear shorts then you have to accept that Daddy and I are going to check. I'm not fully on board with what Cody is saying, but I know we have to be a united front or else we'll just let Baby play us off one another. "Dada's right Baby, if you're going to go potty like a big boy, you're going to have to be sure to tell us when you have to go potty, and you're going to have to accept Dada and Daddy checking you from time to time. If you have an accident and nobody knows about it, you could leak, and that would be a bad time for everybody. Do you understand?"

I wake up feeling very groggy, and floaty. Slowly I become more aware of my surroundings, and the dull aching throbbing coming from all over my body. after a few hours of the letting the drugs wear off, I realize that I don't actually know what was done to me. I start trying to explore my body, and see where there seem to be bandages and incisions. I quickly find the ones on my lower and upper arms, which lead me to easily find the ones on my thighs and ankles, my entire groin seems to be wrapped up, and there seems to be an incision on my belly, just below my breasts. The last bit of stitches is harder to find, but I eventually find a few stitches on my scalp. I'm left feeling very confused. What in the world could they be testing that they need to do surgery in so many places?

I grin and nod. This all starting to be rather fun actually. "Tights huh? Hrrm. If I had to guess they would beeee..." I take Lauren and the dress over to the dresser, laying the dress on top as I keep Lauren on my hip, holding her close as she adorably snuggles into me. I pull open one of the smaller top drawers, and find socks in all different designs and colors. "Hmmmm, close but not quite." I pull open the drawer beside it, and find it empty. I feel confused for a second, then my face lights up and i laugh. "Oh! This is your panty drawer! You don't need any so you don't get any! Oh, I like this rock's sense of humor!"

I giggle excitedly and snuggle into Daddy, closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep, but it's hard when I'm so excited

I gently rub Bobbi's back trying to be comforting and supportive. Dr. Jess smiles, "Thank you for being so brave, what do you want me to call you while you're here, it can be whatever you want. whatever feels right to you." She waits for Bobbi's response before continuing "So your Daddy tells me that you're figuring out if you want to be a girl, or if you would rather just be a sissy. Does that sound correct? He's also told me about your parents. If you want to talk about them we can do that too. I'm not here to tell you that you're right or wrong, or that you should or shouldn't be doing what you want to do, I'm just here to try to help you to figure out what exactly it is that you want. Does that make sense?"

I nod nervously, and parrot back the words "Thank you Daddy for taking such good care of me, and for teaching my new rules, and my new job." I stay at Vincent's feet, staring up at him nervously, and waiting for his next command.