Lionsheart

This story I had finalized since March but wanted to think over the ending a few more times prior to posting. I've came to a happy point with this story and have also gotten around to creating a cover for the story(attached here). I also uploaded on Wattpad(first story ever on there!) and have wrapped up the final 'seams' of this. Here's the final chapter, enjoy and thanks for everyone's patience on the ending! Also, if it's easier to read, feel free to check out the story on Wattpad too: https://www.wattpad.com/story/396775325-the-data-thief Chapter 55: Stinky & Unhinged Emma shifted and squirmed in her diaper, feeling and hearing her abdomen start to bubble. She let out some gas here and there as she felt pressure building, quite quickly, after ten minutes. Emma couldn’t believe what Chad did, to be quite honest. She didn’t think he’d go this far this soon. Emma thought he was just giving her threats to get her to behave after her surgeries and recovery! She truly didn’t believe he’d be this harsh following the hospital. Emma made mistakes in thinking he’d go easy on her in just being discharged. Emma feared she’d be sorely mistaken in the next minutes though. The worst part of all of this is ever since Chad left her in a crib with a laxative up her butt underneath her diaper, Emma was turned on. She didn’t think she was into butt stuff and maybe it was because she hadn’t touched herself in a week or two but damn. Chad pushing his finger into her anus with the cold lube made her crave him touching her in another place at the same time. It made her heated thinking about the recent touch of his and being diapered. Emma shamefully did consider touching herself in the diaper before she messed herself but decided that she wouldn’t degrade herself any further than what was about to happen. Emma just couldn’t believe how fucking much she wanted Chad doing bad things to her and how much she hated him now at the same time for always having to inflict discomfort to her that only turned her on more. How could one person make her feel so conflicted internally? Emma didn’t know but she’d eventually figure it out. Emma shifted in discomfort as her abdomen started to cramp and fight her stubbornness to avoid the inevitable. After a few farts and the cramps becoming waves that was making her sweat, she stood and gripped the wooden bars of the crib. She grunted as the wet, more soft and liquid mess filled the back of her diaper. “Ew.” Emma said to herself, feeling more cramps as she grimaced and pushed again, the diaper feeling heavy and sagging as she kept her thighs far apart in attempt to not press as much of the mess on her as possible. What Emma didn’t expect was the weight and heat, it was... disgusting. Emma hadn’t thought this far but she had to pee and that need only increased as time went on. She could hear Chad walking down the hall and she froze as he passed the door but didn’t come in. The smell of her mess was beginning to pollute the room as she stood and clamped her nose with one hand. It was absolutely disgusting and gross as Emma didn’t dare to move as she waited for Chad to come back. Her brain tried not to think of the whole lube scenario to avoid being turned on in her messy diaper. Emma didn’t want to even think that the messiness in her diaper clinging to her was the weirdest experience she’d ever had in which, besides the smell, it wasn’t as bad as she thought. In fact… No, I’m not that fucking weird to like this, am I? Emma thought to herself, feeling warmth travel up her neck in embarrassment. Emma’s legs hurt being spread for so long she eventually shifted and she felt the mess move. She looked down, seeing the brown tint in the diaper and still not believing that she did that and, to her further degradation, that Chad planned to change her mess. Her mind swarmed in a fuzzy chaos thinking of that and the humiliation that would eat her alive. Yet, that damn dark internal mechanism hummed happily inside her, enjoying this weird situation she found herself in. Emma suckled her pacifier in thought, feeling so little and silly to be in a messy diaper. Emma paused, realizing this whole time she had the pacifier in, how embarrassing! As embarrassing as it was… it did keep her preoccupied as she waited for Chad. As Emma waited, she was beginning to think Chad decided to give her a little more time. She couldn’t have sworn it was well over thirty minutes as she stood and shifted in the diaper that began to get cool when the mess touched her skin. Emma’s legs went also feeling sore from locking her knees in place to not move. Emma stopped plugging her nose with her fingers and found the smell became easier to deal with. It still wasn’t pleasant, granted, but her senses almost got used to it. After a few more minutes, she heard Chad’s footsteps coming up the stairs. As long as Emma had waited for him to come and get this goddamn diaper off, part of her felt her heart rate speed up in anticipation that he was going to see her in a messy diaper and the verbal teasing that would ensue. Would she come back from this state of embarrassment? Emma really didn’t know. Chad had a way of twisting the knife of embarrassment until she was lost in a sea of her little state he easily put her in. After a few moments, the doorknob turned and Chad peaked his head in. His eyes bounced playfully as humor played at his expression when his eyes evaluated Emma’s stance and her messy diaper. “Look who we have here, is it a stinky baby Emma?” He said, giving his signature wickedly handsome smile as he approached the bars. His fingers untwined her hands that were holding on for dear life to the bars, “Here, I’m going to lower this.” He said, coaxing her to move back a bit. “I don’t want you to fall so how about you take a seat, hm?” Emma’s eyes flickered in annoyance to Chad. He wasn’t going to make her sit on the mess, was he? Emma frowned behind the pacifier and took a step back, not moving in defiance. Chad’s playful expression disappeared, and his eyes smoldered in irritation to her still being a bad girl, “Huh, if baby Emma doesn’t want to listen to Daddy yet then maybe she can have another 30 minutes to think about it first?” Emma blinked behind the pacifier, looking down to where she’d sit and hesitantly sitting down, as slow as possible, as she winced when the mess touched her lower parts and squished into her. She flinched at the touch, too wet and too squishy for her liking. “What a good little baby!” Chad praised as Emma wanted to cry at the humiliation she was suddenly feeling. Before she knew it, the act of sitting in her poopy diaper made her begin to cry like a literal toddler. She balled up the best she could without moving her shoulder and put her head between her knees as she whimpered. Chad quickly lowered the bars and got onto the bed with her, moving her into his arms and cooing her, “Shhhh, it’s okay little baby. Good thing you had your diapers on for your stinky accident, hm?” The words, the cooing, the way he so easily made her feel like a baby broke the adult mechanism in Emma that she just put her face into Chad’s long sleeve navy heathered t-shirt and cried into him in her raw state. All things seemed to be coming out of Emma in the past hour as Chad coddled her until she calmed down. Chad brushed Emma’s hair behind her ear, his eyes scanned the stitch in the small, shaved area that appeared that was usually hidden behind her hair, “There, there, all better, hm? Daddy’s going to get you all clean and then, guess what?” Emma looked up at him behind her, moss green eyes lost in the sea of her own little state, “Huh?” She asked, her voice weak from crying. Emma still couldn’t believe Chad was dealing with her scent and not even disgusted as she sat in his arms. “I think I’ll make some cookies for dessert after dinner. We can watch a movie tonight too. Maybe that’ll cheer you up, hm?” Chad asked, tilting his head as his eyes bounced down to Emma’s lost look. Emma’s eyes shifted between Chads as she nodded timidly. Chad smiled, “I thought so.” He said, bringing Emma a little closer to his chest as he stood up with her and she giggled from the movement. Chad chuckled at her little giggle, happy to see she was feeling better already. Chad brought Emma to his middle bathroom in the hallway and set Emma down, “Stay here, Daddy will get some of your diaper supplies.” Emma shifted, the mess clinging to her as his words saying ‘your diaper’ always made her mind swirl in embarrassment. Emma waited as she looked over the bathroom and the tub that had already been filled with water halfway up the tub and… bubbles? Emma’s eyes saw a few rubber ducks and bath toys. Emma doubted it’d show but her face felt so hot, thinking about how Chad went the extra mile with treating Emma like a real toddler at his own home. This was definitely the next tier of his roleplay that Emma hadn’t fully expected from someone who seemed so… normal? Emma kept having to remind herself of this absurdity... He was a CEO of a big company! This was seemingly night and day between what Emma thought Chad was when she first walked into her office to this very moment, that was certain. Emma was nudged out of her daze as Chad came back and laid a changing pad down and his supplies, “Lay down, baby Emma.” He instructed as he took her hand and helped her down. Emma blinked to Chad’s face and saw he had swimming nose plugs. Emma blushed deeper and blinked to the ceiling, having a feeling opening the diaper would be gross. It was unfortunate Emma just had to deal with the smell. Emma cringed internally as Chad removed the tapes and pulling back the diaper. The air was feeling much colder and the smell unveiling as she scrunched her nose and covered her face with her forearm in embarrassment and to cover her nose. To her demise, Chad only rubbed it in verbally, “My, my, what a messy girl.” Emma felt fuzzy in humiliation as he took an excessive amount of wipes to her lower parts and then had her put her legs up, taking more wipes to her behind before rolling up the stinky diaper, “There, much better, hm?” Emma didn’t dare to look in his direction, still frozen by her humiliation. He double bagged it in trash bags and set it in the hallway. Emma laid on her back, staring up at the white bathroom ceiling and fan, happy she was finally out of the dirty diaper as Chad washed his hands. Chad came back over and helped Emma sit up, removing her pacifier clip from the shirt and his fingers going underneath her shirt, “May I?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was okay with being completely naked in front of him. Emma’s eyes darted down, not connecting that a bath would mean she’d need to take off her shirt, “Mhm.” She mumbled behind her pacifier, eyes shifting at the thought of Chad seeing her breasts. She’d not exposed herself to a man… ever like this. Given, she had been fully naked in front of Graham, yes, but that didn’t count. It was a drunk night and not her choice during a truth or dare game, to her defense. Chad smiled warmly, “Let’s take this off slowly, hm?” He said, going to her right arm that she was able to move more than the left. He helped her out of one hole and then very gently and careful not to touch the area near where her stitches were. Emma looked down, curious about how her stitches looked from surgery. It was smaller than she imagined and two inches long. Emma imagined it was larger from the pain she felt but she did hear the doctor say when she woke up from her medically induced coma that they only made a ‘small incision’. She thought he as just saying that to not freak her out so it was nice to see that it was, in fact, small. Lucky for her, the bullet went to the muscle near her shoulder and above her breast. The doctor said she should heal and have full function; the only downside is when muscle is torn it’s longer to heal. A fragment of the bullet punctured the side of her lung, but they were able to patch the hole and drain the fluid that came from puncturing her lung. Chad’s eyes looked at her stitch for a moment, those fleeting moments of watching her eyes find Chad’s as the bullet pierced through her hitting Chad for a moment. Emma looked back up to Chad whose eyes were sadly looking at her stitch and then he blinked it away as he placed her shirt on the ground, “Let’s get you clean, little one.” He helped her to stand and walked her over to the bathtub, helping her down slowly into the water and making sure above her chest wasn’t in the water. “We can’t get your stitch wet for the next 24 hours but I’ll clean everywhere else, okay?” He said, eyes glancing at Emma who’s hands were playing with the pink bubbles and foam, lost in her own little world already. Chad smiled warmly, his eyes bouncing as how adorable she was in the tub with her pacifier and nothing else on. Chad was trying to not make Emma uncomfortable to stare since it was probably hard enough for Emma to be naked in front of him, yet Chad did take a glance at Emma’s breasts. They were supple for her small frame and Chad got his head out of places where he shouldn’t be just thinking of how cute they were. He’d rather have her topless more often, but he’d fear his mind would go to places he shouldn’t. He could focus on how cute she was as a little girl, yet his mind drifted to her as an adult woman who had curves in very attractive places and that made him think things he shouldn’t. He typically was good about separating his roleplay from anything sexual, yet Emma’s reactions to the diapers was making him reconsider things. He was good at separating the daddy dominant side from his emotions and attraction, yet this new want to blend the two to some degree was difficult for him. He knew he could have a nonsexual relationship, yet he knew the feelings he had for Emma. It would be difficult to hide, if she did what she did on his lap again, to say the least. That moment was… unexplainably hot to Chad. He wish he could get it out of his head but it was impossible. He planned to still be nonsexual during roleplay; however, if he had an intimate moment with her when he wasn’t in Daddy mode, he’d be lying to say the diaper play, her bound and a vibrator didn’t get him excited as an idea. He'd have to figure out how to separate the two types of roleplay if they ever did become intimate. Chad wasn't ready to do that... yet, at least. Chad shook off the thoughts, wondering what had gotten into him since he was never like this with other littles. Emma was changing him, and he honestly didn’t know how to deal with these feelings appropriately. Chad went to his loofa and began washing Emma, starting on one arm, then her other. Then he went to her feet as she moved away from his hand and he chastised her, “Ah, ah. Daddy has to clean your stinky feet next. Lay back.” He looked at her as she frowned behind the pacifier and raised her foot, lying back. Chad smiled handsomely and scrubbed the loofa on her foot as she giggled, “Nuh fair!!” Chad chuckled as he scrubbed underneath her foot for longer than he should as she giggled and writhed. He moved to her next foot and up her legs. Emma closed her eyes as Chad washed her, the feeling of someone else touching and caring for her relaxed her. He went to her back and scrubbed her upper back to the top of her bottom as Emma just closed her eyes and smiled at the feeling. Chad seemed to be able to tell she liked it because he did a few passes, and she opened her eyes to seeing him admiring her little happy state in the tub. Emma blushed as Chad said, “Stand for me baby girl, time to clean your little bottom.” She nodded and let Chad help her stand. He washed her from the front and her back and then grabbed the detachable shower head, “I’m going to try to wash your hair without the water dripping to your chest, okay? Just sit and look to the ceiling.” He said as she complied and put her head back, gripping her knees to keep her in place. Chad smiled warmly down as he turned on the lowest water pressure setting and rinsed her hair before massaging shampoo into her hair. Emma smiled at the feeling. Something about someone touching her scalp and it being her first shower or bath in two weeks made the feeling euphoric as she just enjoyed the moment. It was also not a bad thing that Chad seemed an expert in the scalp massaging department that made it such a pleasurable experience for her. She didn’t care how silly she looked with a foamy head, she trusted Chad with her being at this point as he rinsed her hair, conditioned and rinsed again. Chad stopped rinsing and Emma was almost sad her bath time with him was done as he said, “Time to stand.” Emma got up and Chad first went to her hair, making sure it was wrung out and dry enough it didn’t drip. Emma giggled as he made her hair messy and then took her hand, leading her out of the tub. He patted her down and then took her hand, “Let’s get you into your nighttime clothing and dinner, how does that sound?” “Good.” Emma mumbled behind her paci, acknowledging it did sound nice. Specifically, the watching a movie and cuddling Emma liked the most. She’d been wanting that the past few days with Chad at the hospital and hadn’t been allowed so it’d be nice. Really nice. Chad took her hand and led her to the nursery. Within ten minutes, Emma was downstairs on Chad’s large sectional and plush couch in a light pink thick diaper and a princess nightie dress with light purple flutter sleeves. The night dress didn’t do much to hide her diaper, but Emma was grateful to not be in a messy one at the very least. The only thing Emma was not content with was the fact that her bladder was now the problem. To her demise, it seemed Emma would not have a dry diaper for long. Chad came over with a brush to the couch, sitting on the chaise section, “Come here, baby Emma.” He patted his lap. Emma nodded, suckling her pacifier unintentionally in thought that the area Chad sat wasn’t far and she decided to play into the roleplay for once. She crawled over to him and sat on his lap, facing away from him. She heard his chuckle, “What a good girl.” He praised and Emma felt her heart warm from the words. It was insulting how Chad could make herself feel so many emotions, really. Emma felt Chad brush her hair and when she thought he was done, she was surprised when he parted her hair and began braiding. Her head turned back to him and his eyes focused on the first side, “You’re braiding muh haiwr?” She mumbled behind the pacifier. He smiled warmly, “Mhm. Unless you want pigtails?” He asked, head tilting as he paused as his eyes bounced at the look she gave him. Emma blushed, “No thwank you.” She mumbled, looking forward and her fingers playing with the cotton hem of her nightie. “That’s what I thought.” He said, a smile in his voice as he fastened the first long braid in a tie, going to the other. Emma’s brain hummed to the pleasant feeling of Chad’s care and gentle touch as he braided. Chad was still surprising her on how skilled he was with so many things, not just being a boss of a multi-million dollar company but also in the small things he did so well. It made her fall harder and that thought prickled her because she knew she shouldn’t get so attached, yet here she was. In that moment, she knew the idea of her not being attached to Chad was a cruel joke. She had become attached a long time ago. Emma would be deeply lying to herself that she hadn’t fallen, and her heart was now in Chad’s hands. Emma didn’t know what to do with these emotions. Sooner or later, she’d have no choice but to figure it out. And something told her… he’d be right there when she did. _____________________ One more chapter left! ☺️ How do we like the cover? Believe it or not, this is an AI created version of Chad so it's not stock photo(all other elements/words made by myself in the cover). I was between making the cover blue but fell in love with the pink duotone since it went with the 'daddy vibes'. Anywho, I had a fun time making this!

Thank you! I'll be posting a few more chapters later this week. It's always great to hear feedback and the comments help to motivate me to keep writing/posting! Hope you enjoy the next few chapters, the plot of this story hasn't yet begun so things will start to get a little more interesting soon. 😄

Chapter 10: The Chase Lily. As Zeke moved, faster than I'd like to the counter. The waitress was approaching the register as she saw him. My heart rate quickened and I knew I only had so many minutes before Zeke would be ready to find me. I hesitated, wanting to stay, hold my ground; however, his threats seemed merciless and I didn't want to be exposed like... this. I believed his threats, which only had me tremble in fear and my own ache of need. How dare my body keep betraying me like this! After another moment as I watched the waitress take the receipt, I decided to make my move. I awkwardly shimmied off the booth and briskly walk, well waddled, to the door. The chime only signifying my wiliness to play Zeke's game. From leaving the diner, I was expose to the colder air of the evening as I hurriedly walked forward until I passed the parking lot and entered into the forest. From there, I began my ran, not daring a look back. This was probably the silliest game I'd ever played. Did I think I could outrun a 7 foot demon? No, absolutely not. Was I excited to be caught? Abashedly, yes. I wanted to be caught, even if I'd protest. I'd be lying to ever say this whole situation made me ache and feel absolutely on edge of touching myself when I finally had some alone time. I'd get that at some point... right? Fuck, summoning a demon was complicated and I really didn't ask as many questions as I should have! As minutes passed and I could only imagine Zeke starting his hunt, I picked up my speed. The forest floor blurred beneath my feet, roots and leaves and shadows all blending into one chaotic smear. My breath came in sharp gasps, each inhale laced with damp earth and the faint, dizzying scent of pine. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack open my ribs. Every step I took was met with the humiliating crinkle of my diaper beneath my dress. It was a constant reminder of how exposed, how ridiculous, I truly was. And still… between my thighs were damp with something that wasn’t sweat. Behind me, I heard it. Him. Not crashing. No. It didn't seem as if Zeke didn’t need to crash through anything. He moved like mist through the trees, like a current underwater. Every so often, I’d hear it... A rustle or whoosh in the air nearby, just enough to know he was close. Too close. “Liiiily,” his voice called through the trees, rich and low, the syllables dripping with mock affection. A chill running down my spine and making my heart rate skip in anticipation, “You’re running so adorably, little one. All that bouncing and crinkling. You really think you can get away from me?” He teased, not even a touch out of breath as I was already struggling to keep going. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My lungs were already burning, and if I stopped now... A branch snapped behind me. I shrieked, darting left between two trees, dress snagging slightly on the bark before ripping free. My legs burned as I pushed harder. My diaper...God, I hated how much I felt it, rubbed between my thighs with every frantic step. “You sound so precious when you scream,” Zeke called, and I could hear the grin in his voice now. “Did you know that, baby girl? Every gasp, every squeak... it’s a little love letter straight to my ears.” He said in a sing-song fashion, mocking me with every word. I slipped on wet moss and stumbled to my knees, catching myself just before I face-planted into a patch of damp leaves. I scrambled up, heart thudding wildly. “Mm… that was a stumble,” he said, his voice closer, too close now. “I’m picturing those cute little knees all scraped up. Might need me to kiss them better when I catch you. But don’t worry, I will catch you.” His words made my mind fuzzy in humiliation. He was toying with me. Enjoying every second. He could’ve ended this already... I knew it. He was faster, stronger, probably didn’t even need to breathe. Yet, this was the game. A game to show who was in control. To show me I was helpless, his little plaything. Yet, I was secretly enjoying the rush. The adrenaline. The excitement that lit a fire inside me I hadn't felt before, making my whole body tingle deliviously. “Still running?” he mused aloud. “I thought good little girls listened when Daddy said hide and stay put. But you’ve got a streak of defiance in you, hmm? That’ll make the punishment more fun.” Oops, I guess I forgot to hide. I think his following so fast may have made me forget about that part of the 'hide and seek' idea. My face was on fire. My chest was heaving, but I kept moving. Because I knew what he’d do when he caught me. And god help me, I didn’t know if I was running from him, or toward him. “You know what happens when I catch naughty things in the woods?” His voice drifted from behind a tree to my right now. “They get laid across my knee. Dress flipped. Padding pulled tight. And their bare bottom spanked until they cry like the sweet little baby they are.” My body jolted. I clamped my thighs together mid-run, heat coiling deep inside me. I hated how much his words got to me. He said these things as if he'd done it before. The more I wondered, had he? A part of jealously boiled within me, yet I brushed it off. I had to remind myself this was day 1 and I was only his 'plaything' after all. I had summoned a demon, not a potential bachelor. Don't catch feelings, especially if he's weaponizing my little side! I told myself, hoping I'd believe it and remember. “Will you beg?” he purred, “Will you say ‘please, Daddy, not here, someone might see’? Because by then, I’ll have you face-down, diaper sagging, legs kicking, right over that fallen log you passed a few seconds ago.” I choked on a breath. How did he know exactly where I’d been? “You smell like heat and guilt, little one. You can’t hide from someone like me. I can taste your shame from here and it’s delicious.” I burst through a patch of low-hanging branches and stumbled into a small clearing lit by sunset. I turned in a slow circle, chest rising and falling. The silence pressed in. My ears listened for a noise, a sign of him. I couldn't hear anything, only silence and my heart pounding. And then- Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. I shrieked, kicking my feet, my crinkling diaper giving away every movement. He chuckled darkly, the sound curling around my spine like smoke, sending a tremor through my chest. I couldn’t move. Not really. Not with the way he held me. Possessive and certain, like I was already claimed and catalogued and shelved under his name. “There you are,” he breathed into my ear, voice velvet-wrapped steel, “My crinkly little runaway.” “Zeke!” I gasped, squirming. “You-you cheated! You tracked me!” He pressed me tight to his chest as he walked us slowly back into the trees. “I’m a demon, baby girl. I cheat by existing. And you?” His hand slipped beneath the hem of my dress, and I inhaled sharply, the cool air brushing my thighs as his fingers grazed the thick padding between them. My face burned. I hated how aware I was of the diaper and how soft, humiliating and obvious it suddenly felt. “You’ve never been more mine.” And god… I believed him. Because despite the shame pooling in my belly and the heat crawling up my neck, there was something else... Something darker, deeper. A pull I didn’t understand. I should’ve been mortified to be in public, belittled by this demon, but instead I felt… safe. Anchored. Like the world had narrowed to the sound of his voice and the warmth of his palm, and maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t such a terrible thing. Maybe he wasn’t the monster etched into ancient pages, all fire, malice and deceit. And maybe I wasn’t the human girl meant to fear him... Maybe I was never meant to be ordinary, fragile and live a normal life at all. What’s wrong with me? Nothing... or maybe everything. But either way, I didn’t scream nor try to get out of his grasp. I let him, willingly, take me further into the forest for my inevitable punishment. ________ I like this idea you have here on the story. Maybe or maybe not you'll be right in this theory in the future parts of this story. 👀 👀 👀

Chapter 9: Hide & Seek Lily. The diner’s air smelled like old coffee and fried everything. When the waitress came over, I ordered my food and we sat there quietly for what felt like hours, yet it was only minutes. My dress was uncomfortably higher on my thighs and I had to keep adjusting and fidgeting with the hem to make sure I wasn't giving anyone from across the room a view of my diaper underneath. Zeke was quiet in the diner, basking in his thoughts as I shifted and squirmed near him. He idly was watching, yet also acting like he wasn't. I don't know why but when he turned his head to look across the room or out the windows, I still could feel his stare and attention. It was almost as if he were babysitting a toddler and trying to distract himself from boredom. Maybe being a human and needing food was the boring part for him since it didn't seem like he ate nor drank. He didn't order any food, after all. Since we entered the diner, my eyes finally snuck a look at Zeke and I instantly regretted it. The fluorescent lights did nothing to soften the edges of him, or the heat in his gaze as he watched me fidget across the booth, as if he were watching the entire time. Zeke looked out of place here. He was too sharp, too still and too large. He hadn’t spoken for a while. Just sat there, stirring his straw in his water, but he never lifted to drink. It wasn’t until the waitress dropped off my burger and fries that he leaned forward, his smile lazy and cruel. "Still dry, little one?" he asked, voice low enough that only I could hear. My cheeks flared. “Of course I am,” I hissed. Zeke tsked, slipping his hand beneath the table, "Let’s be sure." I nearly choked on my breath as his fingers ghosted up my thigh, slipping under the hem of my sundress. I clamped my knees together too late. His palm settled against the front of my diaper, "Mmm," he mused, gently patting, "Still dry. Good girl, but not for long, I imagine." I shifted, his words making me lightheaded as he smiled now, as if reading my thoughts, "You always squirm more when I praise you. It's cute, how reactive you are to just words, little one." Reactive? The more time that went by, the slowly I was registering how every flinch, movement or feeling I had he could pick up... Was that a demon thing? To detect every single movement? I guess I'd find out as time went on. Unfortunate for me, my human senses and brain took much longer to calculate what he picked up on and what he didn't. He was, in fact, predatory and I was afraid he had senses I wouldn't ever understand fully, no matter how much I tried to figure it out. I glared at him, but my body betrayed me, heat rising from somewhere I refused to acknowledge. A few customers glanced our way. They saw nothing but just a man leaning across a table, speaking intimately to a blushing girl. His hand withdrew like nothing had happened. "Eat your food, Lily. You’ll need the energy." I'll need... the energy? He said it like a threat, as if something we're coming next. What did that mean? I didn't dare ask, I only obeyed and ate my food, seeing a corner of his mouth go up as if he were pleased with my behavior. I had just finished the last bite of my food when Zeke leaned in, his lips brushing the side of my ear, his voice low and velvet-dark, “I want to play a little game with you while Daddy pays the bill.” Pays? How did a demon have money? My eyes looked down to a few twenty dollar bills in his large hand, as if he was holding them the whole time. He ignored my confusion, murmuring, “Hide and seek. You’ve got a few minutes to run, little one. After I pay, I'll follow you and chase you.” My gaze froze on the plate. I blinked at him, confused. Hide and seek? I glanced around the diner. The dinner crowd had thinned, and the staff were cleaning up, barely paying us any attention. Then I felt it, his hand sliding up my thigh beneath the table, slow and deliberate. His fingers grazed the edge of the diaper again, pressing gently into the padded curve like he was checking me. Again. I gasped softly, flushing at his words and touch, “Um… do I have a choice?” The humored gleam in his golden eyes made my stomach twist in both dread and thrill. “Oh, you do,” he said smoothly. “You can choose to get your little bottom spanked in the diner’s bathroom… or you can walk out that door and hide. If I find you too quickly, I will lift your dress right there and let anyone nearby see how cute and crinkly my baby girl looks when she’s overdue for a change.” I hadn't even wet yet and he was already teasing me! Admittedly, I needed to pee but I was refraining from wetting until we left the diner. I knew the threat was imminent, yet having him verbally tease me about wetting was something I was waiting until I got back to the Airbnb to handle. It seemed he was relentless in his verbal teasing even prior to us leaving the diner. My mouth fell open. I stared at him, stunned, “You… you can’t do that. That’s not normal here… It’s like, illegal or something if someone sees-” He sighed, like he was bored of my mortal objections. His fingers tapped rhythmically against my thigh, each little pat sending tremors through my body. “What did I say earlier?” he murmured, voice like smoke. “You obey me. And I don’t care about what’s normal here.” He leaned in close again, his lips brushing my temple now, his voice dropping lower, “I want a chase, little one. I want to hear you breathing hard. Heart racing. Diaper rustling as you run like a desperate little thing through those dark woods. And when I catch you…” he exhaled slowly, “you’ll be mine to unwrap.” I shivered, a full-body tingle rippling through me. A mix of excitement, adrenaline and fear of being seen by others, “But…people might see,” I whispered, glancing toward the windows and the dense woods beyond. He chuckled, amused by my concern, “Mmm... you're acting like you are actually concerned when your body tells me a different story, little one." Zeke said, smiling with his exposed canines down to me. He paused a moment before saying, "Humans are easy to enchant from a distance. If anyone sees, they won’t remember. It’s one of the first things we’re taught in my realm.” He leaned back, “There are rules I must follow while I’m here. But none of them stop me from playing with my toy… especially one who blushes this sweetly when threatened with exposure.” I swallowed, hard. Why did he have to be so good at reading my emotions? It was insulting, really. “Rules? I thought demons don’t have those.” I said, still thinking of where I could hide still. Zeke’s smirk only deepened at my question. His fingers gave one more pat to the front of my diaper before slipping away beneath the table, like he’d just left a loaded secret sitting between my thighs. “Even demons have to follow a few… guidelines, little one,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear again. “Especially the clever ones who like to stay in this realm without drawing too much attention.” I swallowed again, the warmth in my cheeks spreading down my neck. My heart fluttered in my chest, fast and erratic, like it didn’t know if it was afraid or thrilled. “But don’t worry,” he added, voice a low purr, “None of them say I can’t tease you mercilessly. Or chase you. Or strip you bare when I find you and prove how helplessly little you really are.” “Zeke,” I hissed his name in disbelief, squirming in my seat. “You can’t say things like that in public.” “I just did,” he said smugly, leaning back like he hadn’t just threatened to undress me in the woods. “And you liked it.” I bit my lip, hard, trying to hide the way my legs shifted under the table. The absurdly crinkly padding between my thighs only made the whole thing more… real. I hated how right he was. I hated how my body reacted…how I clenched and flushed and ached, when he called me his little girl in public. I wanted to protest more, to tell him no. Yet, my little dark side hummed and stirred deep within me. Instead, I whispered, “Where… would I even hide?” He smiled slowly, like a predator pleased with his prey’s confusion. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he said, standing up and brushing imaginary dust from his dark trench coat. “You’ve got five minutes, baby girl. Run somewhere in the woods. But know this…” He leaned down one last time, golden eyes glowing with wicked promise. “The moment I find you, I’m lifting your dress, checking your diaper, and you’re going over my lap. Whether you’re wet or not.” Ah, so now he confirmed he knew I wasn't wet... yet at least. I stared at him, stunned by his words. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear myself think. The staff had gone quiet, distracted with cleaning duties. No one seemed to notice the twisted little fantasy being woven across the table between predator and prey. He started toward the counter to pay without looking back, “Only a few minutes, Lily,” he called softly over his shoulder. “Tick-tock.” I hesitated, looking out the glass doors toward the darkening woods with the orange and pink cloudy skies above. Damp earth. Twisted trees. The sunset lowering and casting shadows. And somewhere out there… Zeke would be hunting me. I stood up, shakily, brushing my dress down and trying to gather what little dignity I had left. I didn’t have to run, but god help me… I wanted to.

Thank you! Hope you enjoy the next few chapters! 😄 Chapter 8: Sugar and Salt Lily. After diapering me, Zeke scoured the fridge and said, “I don’t know why I’d assume a baby would have proper food to cook with. It looks like we’ll have to go out and get you something.” I followed him into the kitchen, holding my arms awkwardly as his eyes skimmed down my outfit, “As much as I’d love to see you in your onesie, I’m deciding to play nice and let you wear your sundress I found in your suitcase.” He said, crossing his vein lined arms. My eyes hovered on those for perhaps a moment too long before flicking up to his awaiting golden-flecked eyes watching me. I opened and closed my mouth, “I… uhm, rather wear pants or something. That sundress is kinda short.” I blushed, biting my lip. “I said I’m playing nice today, considering you ruined my existence this week and plans." His eyes flickered in amusement by my words and a thought flitting across his expression, "In my realm, you’d be lucky if I’d given you such a long dress that didn’t expose your thick diaper.” He growled low, then softening his voice, “I’m letting my little one wear her big girl dress. Not that anyone would believe it with that little blush and your waddle... but sure, we’ll pretend. For fun." I blushed more, feeling small and little the way he so easily made me feel that way. He paused, eyes turning serious and dark, “It’s either that or the onesie I’ll give you 3 minutes to meet me outside before you let me decide and I have a feeling you won’t like my choice, hm?” I gasped and he grabbed my keys, going out the door. Before I knew it, I was rushing to the suitcase and changing out of the onesie and into the sundress. The sundress fluttered around my thighs as I stepped outside, cotton light and innocent pale yellow with tiny blue flowers and capped sleeves. It was one of the few things I’d packed for the weekend and fully intended to only wear it at home during my little time. I hadn’t expected to actually wear it in public! Zeke leaned against the car with his arms crossed, sunglasses hiding his gold-flecked eyes but not the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Aww," he said as I approached. "Look at Daddy’s little sunshine. All sweet and summery, like she didn’t just get her diaper changed half an hour ago." My face flushed, and I looked around the gravel drive, but we were alone. Still, my skin prickled. I couldn’t tell if it was shame, indignation, or something that simmered beneath both. He opened the passenger door for me with a flourish. "Hop in, Lily." "You can… drive?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in confusion that this demon would know how to operate a vehicle. Before I could reach for the buckle, he swatted my hand and buckled me in himself, "Daddy’s been driving long before your humankind figured out how to put wheels on rocks.” Then, with a grin, he added, “But by all means, keep underestimating me. It only gives me more ideas on how to punish you when you misbehave.” I frowned, knowing he was mischievous. I kept having moments of thinking he was considerate, yet he said things like that that reminded me he was, undoubtedly and inconveniently, a demon. The diner wasn’t far. A roadside spot that looked like it hadn’t changed in forty years. Vinyl booths, chrome fixtures, and the scent of sizzling grease and coffee greeted us as we walked in. As we walked in, a bell jingled overhead. Zeke’s hand stayed lightly on my lower back, not quite a guide, not quite a leash, but somehow both. We slid into a booth by the window. I kept my legs crossed, tugged the hem of the dress down, conscious of every shift of the padding beneath. I was dry. For now. But every squeak of the vinyl seat when I moved felt like a siren. "Relax," Zeke said, lifting a menu. "You’re doing such a good job pretending. I almost forgot what you were underneath all that cotton and ruffles." My face heated as my eyes shifted around the diner, scared someone would hear. "You’re enjoying this way too much," I muttered. He glanced up from the menu, his gaze amused but sharp. "What’s the point of having a plaything if you don’t play, Lily?" I blinked, "Is that all I am to you?" Although I enjoyed the verbal teasing, I was starting to wonder about the severity of the situation. He chuckled, set the menu down, and leaned forward. "If you were, I’d be lying. I could’ve trapped you soul in a amulet. Could’ve snapped your neck like the witch who tormented me many centuries ago. Poof. Done." I stiffened, but he didn’t let the silence grow too heavy, "But then there was you. All pink cheeks and trembling lips and that..." he trailed off, inhaling slowly like the memory alone stirred something in him. "You’re a different human. There’s something about the way you burn with shame and still try to pretend my words don’t affect you." I shifted, feeling stark naked when I was fully clothed suddenly. A corner of his mouth twitched, his eyes unwavering, "The way your body reacts to every word I say, even when you protest. I’m still figuring you out but before you summoned me, I was admittedly… bored. It seemed like you were the little human I needed to reawaken what I lost in feeling alive once more." My heart pounded by his words, feeling a mix of fear and… flattered? It was like he was saying I was special, but he considered killing me? This was not what I expected in the slightest. Never had I came across a psychopath… yet here I was, in front of one that admitted killing someone. Why did that not make me run? I questioned my own morals as I sat a moment more in silence. Then, I internally laughed myself, thinking it was silly even considering outrunning a 7 foot tall demon…. Let alone, in a diaper. I picked up the glass of water the waitress had left, trying to focus on the condensation sliding down the side. I decided to change the subject and my racing thoughts, "You said your kind feeds on feelings," I said carefully. "What does that mean? What do you... actually need?" Zeke’s lips curved again, but his gold-flecked eyes didn’t leave mine, "I don’t need anything from you, Lily. I’m well-fed. Well beyond need, but want…?" His voice dropped to a murmur, meant for only me, "Want is different. Want is dangerous. And right now, I want to keep you. Not because I have to. Because it’s more fun to own the girl who summoned me than to destroy her." The words settled over me like smoke. Heavy, cloying, and inescapable that I should’ve felt terrified. Maybe I did, but part of me also wondered what it meant to be wanted by something that didn’t have to want anything at all. Zeke reached across the table, brushing his knuckle against my cheek with a feather-light touch, "So be good for Daddy. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll keep playing nice." The bell above the door jingled again. Another couple walked in, laughing. Zeke smiled like a wolf. And I swallowed hard, suddenly aware that the game we were playing might’ve just started. One thought tugged at my subconscious as we sat, waiting for our waitress... If I was now his plaything, what did he want to play? Something told me his look said I'd find out soon enough.

Chapter 7: The Diaper Change Lily. A moment later, he stepped into the room, supplies in hand, his expression unreadable but purposeful. Without a word, he slipped the pacifier gently between my lips and gave it a slow push until it sealed my silence, "Let’s get this little one freshened up before she leaks all over the bed." My face burned hotter, but my body stayed frozen. As the tapes peeled away, I bit down on the pacifier, heart thudding. It wasn’t just the change, it was the awareness of how exposed I was, how thoroughly controlled. Somehow, despite the embarrassment, or maybe because of it, heat pulsed low in my belly. The humiliation stirred something electric, tingling beneath my skin. Zeke said nothing. His focus was cold, practiced… yet his hands slowed just slightly as he peeled the diaper back, revealing more than just my skin. I saw his gaze flicker downward, golden eyes catching for a beat too long on my wet and pink petals. He swallowed and a tightness ghosted across his jawline. Just as quickly, it was gone. His face returned to neutral, a slight sniff like he was ignoring something he didn’t want to acknowledge. His hands moved again. He wiped with slow precision, methodical, but my legs trembled under his grip. I was wet, and not just from an accident he expected. Maybe due to his demon nature, he knew I didn't actually have an accident, after all. Shame rose in my throat, but underneath it, a strange kind of ache. I wanted to hide and yet I didn’t. Zeke didn’t comment. He folded the wipe and continued, silent and calm. His nostrils flared once, barely perceptibly and his movements were just a fraction more controlled than before, as if holding something back. A subtle shimmer of hunger pulsed behind his gold-tinged eyes. Zeke dusted powder across my thighs and between them, hands careful yet thorough, like this was all routine. He wouldn’t look me in the eye now and I was too flustered to notice. After a few moments that felt like hours as my brain swirled in my humiliation, he pressed the fresh diaper up between my legs and taped it into place firmly. "Much better," he murmured, voice lower, as if containing something beneath it. "All clean. Just like a good girl should be." He hovered a moment longer, watching the warmth flush across my chest and cheeks. The air buzzed with something unspoken. He leaned down and whispered just beside my ear, letting the words drip slowly, "Isn’t it funny how red your face gets every time I say ‘diaper’? How those legs tremble when I call you Daddy’s? You try so hard to be still, but your body tells me everything. You’re practically begging to be seen like this. And that, little one… that makes you deliciously addictive." I swallowed hard behind the pacifier, thighs clenching instinctively. I didn’t understand what he meant by delicious, not really. The diaper change wasn't even a change... it was just a reminder of my new place. A reminder I was his to control, to change when he deemed and to do with what he wanted. The more I thought about it, the more I pieced together his words from earlier, the more something twisted in my gut. He said his kind fed on human feelings. Did that mean he fed on this? On me... when I was blushing and whimpering and too embarrassed to speak? Was it my humiliation? The way it turned my stomach and lit up my nerves like fire? Did he drink that in? I thought about the way his eyes changed rapidly within seconds. The way his nostrils flared, the way his smile twitched like he was holding something back. It wasn’t lust,it wasn’t need in a human sense and it was simply... hunger. And then a strange idea took root. What if it wasn’t just that he enjoyed my embarrassment... what if he needed it? I couldn’t help but wonder if the pheromones wafting from my skin, thick with mortification and buried need, struck something in him. Something old and , perhaps, maybe something starving. Maybe it wasn’t just about power. Maybe it wasn’t just dominance. Maybe this, my embarassed state, was feeding him. And maybe he was doing everything in his power to keep me from noticing. I was nudged out of my deep thoughts as he pulled the onesie back down over my stomach and began snapping it shut, voice drifting down like a quiet decree: "Don’t get any ideas, little one. Just because you’re flustered doesn’t mean you’ve earned anything more than this. Good girls get rewards. Brats? They get watched. Closely." Rewards? Was he insinuating… sexual things? He ruffled my hair and stood. "Now then… let’s get you fed. All this fussing must’ve worn you out." It seemed like he was enjoying this. Whatever this verbal teasing gave him, his eyes showed the content in staring down at my blushing self. I gulped, realizing that whatever this enjoyment of his was; it was mutual and whatever demon I came across, this was a new level of a Daddy I'd never imagined. Whether it'd get me into trouble or be the best thing that had entered into my miserable life, I had no choice anymore. As I sat up, squirming in my freshly taped diaper, still warm, still throbbing with confused energy, I didn’t know how close he had come to giving in... or how much he was already feeding on me. Not yet at least, but I would figure this out.

Chapter 6: Demon Daddy Lily. Present. I broke the tension in the room, grasping for some adult footing in this chemistry and chaos I felt festering between us, “So… can I change into some regular clothes now? I’d prefer to talk like two normal people.” Zeke raised an eyebrow, “Normal?” he repeated, voice rich with amusement. “Little one, I think you’ve mistaken your place, already. You don’t ask. You don’t suggest. You obey.” “I’m not trying to argue,” I muttered, folding my arms defensively. “I just don’t want to be in a diaper while we talk about whatever… this is.” I gestured between us, not sure how to refer to this tension I felt vibrating in the air between us. Was it only me who felt it? Maybe I was imaging it and, perhaps, I imagined him entirely. He could well be a figment of my imagination, right? He stepped closer, his boots heavy against the floor. “Oh, but that’s exactly why you’re wearing a diaper, sweetheart. Because little girls who summon demons without thinking don’t get to pretend they’re adults afterward. Not when they can’t even keep their pants dry, not when they pout and squirm like a toddler every time someone says the word diaper out loud.” My face burned, but I held my ground. “Look, I don’t read Italian and didn’t know the consequences. I have a job, responsibilities-” “Magic doesn’t care if you mean it. Intent plus blood? That’s all it needs.” His grin sharpened. Zeke moved with the quiet grace of silk caught in a breeze. There one moment, impossibly closer the next. Before I could flinch, his fingers were brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, the touch deceptively tender. His hand trailed down, fingertips grazing my jaw before slipping beneath my chin to tilt my face up. I opened my mouth to protest, “I-” “Ah, ah.” He cut in with a lazy drawl, wagging a finger mockingly in my face. “An adult is speaking.” I froze, lips parted, as he gave me a slow, patronizing smile, one that made heat crawl up my neck. “Responsibilities?” he repeated, voice dripping with amusement. “Darling, you had an accident last night. I had to change you in your sleep like a helpless little thing who couldn’t make it through the night.” He... changed my diaper in my sleep? My brain became fuzzy, my cheeks hot from embarassment. His words slithered past my ears, each one worse than the last. “So let’s not pretend, hmm? Don’t dress up in big girl words when they don’t fit.” He leaned in slightly, golden-flecked eyes glittering with dark pleasure. “It’s cute, this little act… your attempt at control. But I see straight through it.” My breath hitched as he paused, letting the humiliation settle like fog. “You’re not some powerful woman standing her ground.” His fingers brushed under my chin again, tipping it up. “You’re a needy, pliant little girl who’s secretly relieved someone finally took the reins.” I blinked, my throat dry. How could he possibly know that? We’d barely spoken… I looked away, cheeks flaring with shame. I mustered the only thing I could think of in response to his words, so careful and quick they made me blush, “That was… because of the enchantment thingy you did.” “Mmm.” He tilted his head, “Of course it was. And the stuffed animal you hugged in your arms? The way you curled up under a blanket like a toddler? All enchantments, I’m sure.” I blinked at him, caught off guard. He was mocking me…openly. And worse, I couldn’t deny a word of it. Worse than worse, I liked it and it made me tingle in humiliation, an ache between my legs. I scrambled for a different topic, anything to distract from the heat pooling low in my belly. “So… why is summoning even a thing?” I asked, fumbling for logic. “I mean, if it doesn’t really benefit either of us-” I cut myself off when his mouth twitched. Less a smile, more a smirk of disbelief. He looked at me the way one might look at a toddler babbling nonsense. “Who said it wouldn’t benefit you?” he drawled. “Just because I’ll eventually take your soul doesn’t mean I plan to torment you.” His gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, to the obvious puff of my diaper. “Well… not in the way you’re thinking.” He leaned in, voice a velvet blade. “And don’t confuse that with freedom. You're not some brave, little summoner running wild. You're mine. To dress, to discipline, to tease. I decide when you crawl or speak… or, if I’m feeling like playing with you more, wet.” Wet. Seductive yet implying me peeing myself or… no, he couldn’t, could he? My breath caught. He was speaking all the things I had ever dreamed of, but the part of me who knew I had a job, family and friends to go back to didn’t want to accept that. “But that’s not fair!” I protested after a pause, trembling. “I didn’t know…no one warned me! If someone had told me what came with summoning a demon, I never would've, I mean, no offense-” He cut me off with a low laugh, dark and close, lips brushing the shell of my ear as he leaned closer. “Life isn’t fair, baby girl. But summoning? That’s binding.” His hand drifted, featherlight, down my thigh, fingers grazing the padded edge. “You called for power. And now?” A smirk curved his lips, his face inches above mine now. “You wear my claim. So maybe I’m not your problem after all…” His fingers pressed slightly harder, just enough to make me shiver. “Maybe you’re mine.” I only stiffened in response, the small, logical part of my brain scrambling for some control while my dark internal, twisted part of me wanted more. The aching between my legs, only intensifying by his touch and the ghost of it as his hand drifted away. “Hm?” He murmured, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. Then, after a beat, a pause weighted with finality, he delivered the deathblow to my pride,“You’re just a fussy, confused little thing in diapers, clinging to the last scraps of dignity that you gave away the moment you opened that book.” He paused, studying my slight glare that I tried to blink away, “I’ve spent centuries studying the filth and fantasy that festers in human minds…” Zeke said, voice low and measured. “And yours, little Lily, is rich with craving. To be babied. Controlled. Humiliated.” My heart skipped when he said my name, seductive in his deep, ancient voice. How did he know my name? I didn't have the courage to ask, I needed to focus on holding my ground. “How do you know my name? And... that’s not true,” I lied again, crossing my arms tighter. Yet, my knees went weak and I trembled a moment from the intensity of his stare, diaper rustling audibly as I shifted. His eyes flicked down. Not missing a thing. Zeke clicked his tongue. “Temper, temper. I don’t tolerate fibbing. You’d best learn to speak with honesty or not at all." He paused, eyes flickering from a serious gaze to amusement again, "You think I didn't go through your things over the night?" I blinked to my suitcase laid on the ground in the middle of the living room. I hadn't even noticed! Maybe an incredibly attractive demon casually teasing me in my Airbnb was a distraction from reality, huh? My attention flicked back to him when he spoke again, "Demons don't sleep, little summoner. That gives your new Daddy much to learn within the time your resting your cute little head." Daddy... Fuck. How could he know? If he was from another realm... why could he so easily fit into the whole daddy role without falter? I couldn't, no, didn't dare to ask, my mouth was too dry and my brain was becoming fuzzy from the humiliation he kept sending in waves through me. "Now,” My throat dried as he pointed to the bedroom. “You've already had quite the attitude and too much big girl talk for my liking. You’ll go lay down on the bed. Right now. You’ll wait patiently, hands on your tummy, until I decide if you deserve to be changed.” I blinked in confusion, I wasn’t wet! “I don’t need a change-” “You don’t decide that.” He cut in coldly. “Oh, no, no, no. Babies don’t get to decide if they’re wet, that’s far above your new status, sweetheart. You gave that right up the moment you traded grown-up choices for crinkly little consequences. That soggy padding you’re squirming in? That’s not your concern anymore. I check. I decide. You? You just stay still, look cute, and accept that your diaper status is officially out of your hands, just like everything else. That’s now Daddy’s job to check.” I froze at that word again…Daddy. Not just as a role, but as a title he wielded like a weapon. I was beginning to understand that he enjoyed watching me squirm every time he said something that only turned the knife more into my embarrassment. Was this a normal demon thing? I didn’t know, but the subtle threatening was making me turned on. “You’ll find that obedience earns rewards,” he said, softer now, though the threat still clung to every syllable. “Brattiness, however… well. Let’s just say diapers aren’t the only thing I know how to deal with.” I protested, “I’m not a brat.” “Mmm… not yet,” Zeke purred, his smile curling at the edges. “But I can smell it, little one. You’re just waiting for your moment to pout, stomp your foot, and test my patience. And oh… when you do? I’ll be ready. I welcome it. Because that’s when the real fun begins. Brats like you always learn the hard way and Daddy will love giving lessons you’ll never forget.” My fists clenched, but my feet betrayed me. I turned, going off toward the bedroom with perhaps louder footsteps than I intended. His words chased after me like a shadow. “Ah, ah, no more stomping,” he called after me. “Unless you’d like to be put over my knee before we even get started.” I froze in the doorway. “Good girl,” Zeke said, his voice silk and vinegar at once. “Now go lay down. We’ll get you powdered and padded, then maybe, maybe, you can earn some big girl privileges. One day. Far from now.” When would I wear underwear again? I gulped as I thought about this predicament. Being a 24/7 little wasn't in my bingo card for this year... yet, I wasn't fully mad about it. Yet, at least. Inside the bedroom, I lay back, my cheeks aflame and dignity dissolving by the second. I heard him gathering supplies. Diaper. Powder. Wipes. My pacifier. Every sound was a nail in the coffin of the woman I used to be, this new… lifestyle with a demon controlling my life was sinking in. And still, I didn’t move. I waited. Because, deep down, I knew what he was doing. He was testing me and trying to make me act out. And I didn’t know if I had the strength to stop him, because he was all I ever fantasized of and more. Whether that’d shatter my life as I knew it or create a new beginning I needed, I would find out, the hard way. _______________________________ I decided to delete a bonus chapter I posted today which is the chapter in Zeke's perspective the night before, changing Lily's diaper when she was asleep. If anyone would like the 'extended cut' that's a little bit more internal dialogue of Zeke , feel free to checkout the PDF below. I didn't include this as it slowed down the chapters a lot and wasn't *exactly* necessary. However, I don't want to delete it permanently. If anyone reads it, let me know if you think it should be readded prior to this chapter. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts on the chapters! Chapter 3.5 Bonus Scene.pdf

Happy to hear you're enjoying the story so far! Coincidentally, you commented while I was posting a new chapter. Enjoy the next one from Lily's Demon Daddy's perspective!☺️ ______________ Chapter 3: The Little Summoner Zeke. It started with a prickling. A shift. The edges of my castle shimmered in unnatural static. The kind only born from a summoning spell stitched in blood. I stood at the edge of my obsidian balcony, overlooking the ever-shifting chromatic expanse of Abythra. Towering ice-capped mountains gleamed under a fractured sky of sapphire and crimson, while vast dark forests stretched below like veins of shadow threaded with iridescent light. Futuristic spires rose in the distance, alive with glowing runes and crystalline towers humming with arcane energy. My eyes narrowed as I felt it... A sharp, unwelcome tug like a fishhook threading through my ribcage. A summoning circle had been activated. Another foolish mortal, scribbling runes they barely understood, hoping to leash a demon for their own petty gain. Pathetic. They never learn. Summoning one of us isn’t a plea... It’s an invitation to be devoured. We don’t grant favors because we’re asked. We grant them when we’re amused. Or hungry. My last summoner? Thought they could bind me with salt and Latin. They died screaming before they could finish their second demand. A lesson learned, one could say. The hard way. The permanent way. "Let it burn," I muttered to myself, but the pull only intensified, heat lancing through my spine. This wasn't just any circle. It was one connected to me. The mark etched into my soul centuries ago by the witches flared hot, reacting to the old magic scribbled into a page that should have never survived. I gritted my teeth. Earth. Again. I had no choice. My body began to fracture into the rift, the pain coursing through me like an old friend. A forced transit, against all the power I could ever muster to stop it. Light bent, cracked, and swallowed me whole. ~ ~ ~ When I arrived, the first thing I smelled was wine. Cheap, sugary, artificial. And beneath it? Something much more curious. Sweetness. Shame. Innocence wrapped in self-indulgent corruption. My eyes opened slowly in the dark. I stood at the edge of a circle scribbled in chalk, candles half-burnt around me. At the center, sprawled awkwardly in a pink onesie, was a young woman. Her cheeks flushed, thumb twitching as if she'd just spoken something desperate and foolish. It looked like she was knocked unconscious by the violent rebound of her own summoning. It wasn’t uncommon. When mortal will faltered mid-ritual, the infernal energy often ricocheted, slamming back into the caster and shutting down their consciousness to keep their soul from rupturing. A built-in mercy. But barely. And then I saw it. A diaper. Thick, white, and unmistakable beneath the snaps of her onesie. I blinked once. Then twice. The temptation to smite her on sight was immediate. I was summoned from my plane, torn from power and plans, to entertain the whim of some lonely little mortal playing pretend in baby clothes. A sharp growl rose in my throat. I took a step forward, my power coiled and hungry, ready to tear her soul in two. But then... I paused. Her scent hit me fully. Not just fear. Not just wine. Not just desperation. Excitement. And something else… A scent so rich, so bewilderingly intoxicating, it arrested me mid-thought. This wasn’t merely arousal; it was primal and wrong in all the ways that made me want... More. Laced with something ancient and unspoiled, undiscovered even by other humans, it was like sweetened shame distilled through innocence. It curled under my tongue like heat and honey, and I had never smelled anything quite like it before. The kind that tickles an incubus's hunger to life. The kind that makes my mouth go dry and my pupils dilate. That kind of delicious aroma that spoke of shame, need, vulnerability. She was soaking in it. Radiating it. And when I looked down at her... Those soft lips parted in sleep, the subtle wiggle in her hips, the unconscious suckle of her tongue like she’d been nursed into oblivion, I felt something stirring within me that I hadn’t in centuries. Curiosity. Dark brown, wavy long hair. A cute, pouty face with light pink cheeks. Long, dark lashes. Beautiful. Mesmerizing. Maybe even precious, one could argue. She stirred faintly as I knelt beside her, the shadows wrapping around us like breath. Her scent hit me again... Sweet, maddening and thick in the air. Impossibly concentrated the closer I leaned. It made my jaw tighten. My senses sharpened with instinct, my thoughts tangled in the haze of it. I tilted my head, frowning. Why her? What made her different than any other mortal I'd came across? It clung to my mind like smoke, clouding everything else, igniting something feral in the pit of me. I could almost taste her shame, her fear… and something else, buried beneath. Something dangerously tender. I inhaled deeper before I could stop myself. Fascinating. How easily it unraveled me... This human. This fragile thing. And yet, all I could think about was her. Touching her. Tasting her. My claws flexed, restraint biting down harder than instinct. No. Just because I was a demon didn’t mean I lacked principles. I never took without consent. Not even now. Especially not now. But gods help me… I wanted. As I studied her youth-like face for a few moments, her brow began twitching, mouth forming words in dreams I could almost taste. She was still too awake for my liking and I hadn't figured out if I wanted to keep her alive yet. So I placed two fingers to her temple and whispered a simple enchantment, one that would deepen her sleep, quiet her thoughts, and make her body pliant when I picked her up. “Rest, little summoner,” I murmured as I set her on the bed, “Dream sweetly while I decide what to do with you.” Her breath slowed. The tension in her shoulders melted. She slumped fully into the blanket, her diaper crinkling softly as she shifted. Perhaps she was quite adorable in it... never had I thought I'd enjoy a mortal. Let alone, an adult mortal who wore diapers, yet I liked them on her. Only her. Maybe I'd decide to keep her that way. Padded. I looked around the cabin as she slept, exploring like a phantom. Her satchel still lay half open on the couch. Tampons, wallet, wine-stained napkin… and the grimoire. My grimoire. I picked it up, thumbing through the pages. She had scribbled translations into a notepad. They were clumsy but correct. How had she even found this? And more importantly… who was she? I moved to her bag again. Hidden under a folded sweatshirt was another diaper, a pastel onesie, and a pacifier. My brow lifted. This wasn’t just a costume. This was routine. The corners of my mouth twitched upward. She summoned a demon. While diapered. Drunk. And, judging by the scent, I could still taste in the air... aroused. The absurdity alone should have disgusted me. But instead… I was intrigued. Entertained. Something rare flickered in me.... An old, buried hunger stirred to life. My mind filled with possibilities, dark and deliberate. The things I could do to a mortal so easily bent, so ripe for control. And humiliation. It had been centuries since I last claimed a human plaything. A flicker of something unfamiliar curled low in my gut. A dark curiosity, a hunger I hadn’t felt before. I’d taken mortal playthings before, of course. Simple, predictable things. All eager to please, desperate to impress. But they were too easy. Too boring. Their obedience lacked flavor. This one, though… I could tell she was different. The flush in her cheeks, the tremble in her fingers, she didn’t even realize what she would be giving me. Not submission. Not fear. Igominy. And I liked that thought. The idea of having my own little plaything to tease, to degrade. Humiliation was a game I’d never bothered to play. Until now. Now I wanted to see how far I could take it. How much she could endure. How much I could make her crave it. She didn’t know what she would become. But she would. Eventually. I kneeled down beside her unconscious body, watching her chest rise and fall. “Little one,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “You have no idea what you've just done.” And for the first time in a very long time, I chose not to kill the summoner. Instead... I tucked her in. And I waited for morning.

Chapter 5: Strange Happenings I stirred awake to the noise of birds chirping in the trees as the soft morning light came pouring into the window. I felt… oddly euphoric, like I’d just had the deepest, dreamless sleep of my life. I literally slept like a baby- in a diaper, tucked into my blankets- as I stretched and yawned. It took a few seconds before confusion crept in. “Wait,” I whispered, eyes locked on the oak log ceiling above me. My heart started racing as I looked down at the thick blanket tucked around me… the same one I was pretty sure I had last on the couch. And I definitely remembered wetting yesterday. So then why was I… dry? I got up, scrambling off the king-sized bed and looking for my phone in the bedroom. I got up and went to the kitchen, seeing my phone on the counter. I scratched my head, “Did I get blackout drunk last night or something?” I mumbled to myself, grabbing my phone and opening it to a few texts from my sister of her family in matching Scooby Doo costumes. I looked at the time on my phone, blinking in confusion. I squinted and gasped, “4PM, how?!” And I didn’t have to pee! Why was that thought bothering me the most?! My eyes flicked to the slightly ajar garage door, my memory somewhat resurfacing to last night and the stupid séance I did… “What the...” I trailed off as I slowly raised my hand, not seeing even a scratch on my palm. I put it close to my face, staring as if a scar or some type of receipt of me cutting my palm would show through my skin. I put my hand down, looking to the door slightly ajar and gulping as my heart rate galloped in my chest. I inched closer to the door, “If this is where I die, I guess that’s that.” I said to myself, to cut the fear bubbling in my chest as I approached and grabbed a knife near the stove. I wielded it and opened the door, flicking the light switch and scanning the empty room. I let out a slow sigh of relief, “I’ve fucking lost it. Truly.” “Little one’s like you shouldn’t curse.” The voice came from behind me. Deep. Smooth. Touched with an accent I couldn’t place. I spun around with a startled yelp, knife raised, heart leaping into my throat. And then, I saw him. Although my heart was beating and adrenaline was coursing through my body, a blush crept from my chest to my cheeks as I became hyper aware of what I was wearing. A man… No, a presence stood in the living room. At least seven feet tall, casually draped on the couch like he belonged there. Black, tousled hair framed his pale sculpted face, strong jawline, and full lips. His muscles carved like a sculpture with veins lining his arms covered in ink and arcane sigils. He wore a black muscle t-shirt, faded cargo joggers that went to his black worn combat boots. He stood slowly, moving across the room. Each movement deliberate. Controlled. Predatory. His eyes oh-so-casually swept down with a twinkle of playfulness as he murmured, “Fascinating how you get excited so easily by a few words, hm?” A thick and ancient accent within his deep voice. His words confusing me with its context, not making sense. The pounding in my chest just screaming that danger was before me as he was walking closer. I raised the knife, my face reddening more, “Stay back! I’ll stab you if you get too close..” I say, a bit more timidly than anticipated. His eyes flicked to the knife and back to my red cheeks in humor, “Mm, is that so?” Every word that came from his mouth was teasing, causing me to only tingle more in a delicious humiliation I’d hate to ever admit to this man, “Adorable. But you won’t hurt me. You’re trembling too much.” He said, almost to himself, his eyes quickly swiping from my cheeks to my eyes, his sharp nose looking to move slightly as if he were sniffing the air. He took another step forward and I took a step back, “I’m serious.” I said, raising the knife more and gulping. He flashed a wickedly handsome full smile, his canines sharper and longer than I had seen on… anyone as he looked down at me as if I were a little child, “You’re a cute and vicious little thing, aren’t you? Unfortunately for you, I like that.” I squinted at him, tilting my head in pure confusion of all his words. It was like he was flirting with me the way he spoke, “Who- how did you…?” I said in a flustered state, wondering why this man’s gaze and his deep ancient accent was only making me hot and bothered suddenly. The man took another step towards me and I stepped back again, the back of my diaper under the onesie grazing the door as it creaked. I flinched at the touch, only reminding me what I was dressed in. He closed his lips, licking them in the silence between us as his expression only looked like he was enjoying my discomfort. His features turned irritated before he spoke, “My name in your human tongue is Zeke. Demon from another realm called Abythra." His eyes darkened as he tilted his head down to me, licking his lips with a flicker of his annoyance blatant, "You summoned me here last night, don’t you remember, my little summoner?” I blinked once at a demon. Twice from another realm. Third at the way he said my little summoner, a flick in his tongue. A moment passed, thick with tension, silence and disbelief, as I stared at him... this towering, tall and dark man. Part of me was starting to believe in demons and witchcraft, to accept that I had somehow cracked open something ancient and real. But six years of higher education fought back hard. My logical brain scrambled for explanations: maybe he was a paid actor, or worse...maybe I was having a full-blown psychotic break, and none of this was real at all. I shrugged after I realized he was awaiting my answer, “I do, but that’s not real.” I grinned, giving an awkward laugh, “I mean, is this a prank? I thought I cut my hand and it’s gone now which is just weird.” I waved it at him, expecting him to laugh, to break character... but his eyes didn’t even flicker. He only stared, dark and unamused, the air around him growing heavier by the second. He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, like a predator indulging a final warning before pouncing. His voice was cold velvet wrapped around steel, “You summoned me to Earth, little one. With blood. With words. And now I’m here.” He leaned in slightly, the gold in his eyes flickering with restrained disdain. “You think this is a prank?” he echoed, softly now, mockingly so. “You think I crossed realms to play pretend with a brat in a diaper?” My breath hitched. He hadn’t even raised his voice, but his words cut through me like a blade wrapped in silk. Brat. Diaper. The terms clung to my skin like heat. I cringed, mortified, humiliated and yet, an unwelcome warmth bloomed low in my belly. An ache. A needy pulse between my thighs, stirred by nothing more than his voice and the way he said it. “You spilled blood and spoke my name,” he continued, towering closer. “And that... tethered me. Bound me to this plane. To you.” His lip curled in disgust, but his eyes… his eyes were alive with cruel amusement. Another moment passed and I was frozen in silence by his words... what they meant. He spoke, basking in my silence, “Do you have any idea what kind of torment it is, to be dragged from power and purpose, only to arrive in this... wooden box smelling like baby powder and shame?” I froze. Completely still. My heartbeat loud in my ears, feeling embarrassed of the reality of this predicament. Could he really smell... all of that? And... why did his words insult and drive the ache further? God, my internal mechanisms were misfiring. His voice dipped lower, dead serious now, “I’m not leaving. I can’t leave. Not until the magic is broken... if it ever is. So stop looking at me like you’re going to wake up, little summoner.” His gaze burned through mine, unwavering, “This isn’t pretend. This isn’t a dream. I am real, and you are mine until the day that grimoire burns by the hands of a witch that no longer exists.” I couldn’t move. My mouth parted, but no sound came out. The weight of his presence suffocated my doubt. And in that moment, every last trace of denial fell away. He wasn’t lying. He wasn’t joking. He was real. And I had just bound myself to a demon who had no intention of letting me go. ______________________________________________________ Now the fun has began... I'm excited to post the next few chapters, things only get more intense from here! Also, the chapter skip was intentional and will make more sense next chapter. I hope to post the next few chapters in the next few days(maybe another one or two tonight!). I'd love to know your thoughts on this new chapter as I love reading the theories and comments here! ☺️

Chapter 3: The Séance The next morning I woke up and hauled my items into my car. When I went back inside, I stared at my place, wondering if I was missing anything. I put my hands on my hips, going through the list of things I’d need for the weekend. My eyes drifted to my nightstand where that strange old book laid under a notepad with a few words I had translated. I smiled down at the list, feeling silly at the idea of having a séance still. “God, Lily,” I muttered to myself. “You’ve officially lost it.” Still, I grabbed the book and notepad, tucked them into my satchel, and headed out the door. After a few hours and a grocery store stop, I was already in the woods and pulling up to the cabin for early check-in. The treehouse-inspired cottage had a wraparound porch and charming outdoor chairs. A fairytale hideaway that was perfect for regression, solitude, and maybe a tiny bit of pretend magic. I got settled, kicked off my shoes, logged into the Wi-Fi, and by nightfall, I was cozy. My second sippy cup of wine was in hand, and I wore only a soft pink onesie and diaper. I cuddled into a plush beige blanket and watched Halloweentown as the outdoor lanterns flickered on one by one in the slight breeze outside. Just as the movie got to one of my favorite scenes, my satchel bag toppled from the armchair with a loud thud. The book spilled onto the floor along with a few tampons and my wallet. “Always gotta ruin a fun time, huh, bag?” I mumbled. I got up, waddling toward it with a squish that made my cheeks flush, though no one was around to hear it. I squatted and began shoving everything back inside. When my fingers brushed the leather cover, I froze. It was warm again. I picked it up and flipped to the page I’d marked. That old, unsettling symbol stared back at me. For a moment, I just looked at it. “Fuck it,” I said aloud. “It’s Halloween. Why not?” I eyed the candles around the cabin, then began rummaging through drawers for a few extras. I found chalk in the garage that was white, crumbly and cleared a space on the floor. “In a diaper, playing with chalk, summoning a dead husband. Rock bottom knows no bounds,” I muttered. Still, I knelt and began to draw. The circle came first. Then the intersecting lines from the drawing in the book. I stood in the center, barefoot, diapered, onesie stretched slightly from the movement. “Blood, flames, summon,” I whispered, using my phone’s flashlight to see. I laid the picture of Aaron in front of me. I looked toward the stairwell where I’d placed a small paring knife earlier. My heart started racing. I gulped, feeling my heartbeat quicken pace as I looked down at the knife and my husband’s face on the photo, “This is absolutely crazy, Lily,” I said to myself, as though Aaron were beside me. Tears filled my eyes as I smiled down at his picture. “Fuck it. It’s not like any of this is real.” I took the blade and pressed it to my palm. The skin broke. I winced as warm blood welled up and dripped down, smearing the page. “I summon you,” I whispered hoarsely. “And I sacrifice my blood and… soul? To you.” Not sure why, but adding 'soul' just felt more on brand for this moment I guess. I watched as my blood trickled from my palm and dripped down on the book as I tried to bring it over the picture of my husband. Before I moved, a gust of air whooshed and the candles flickered violently, more than half of them blew out. Then... A gust of wind whooshed through the cabin. Every flame extinguished at once. I yelped as the door slammed shut behind me. The temperature dropped instantly. My whole body was buzzing. Hairs rose on my arms. “Fuck!” I shouted, my voice shaky. I scrambled to my phone, flashlight on, scanning the room. And that’s when I saw something in the corner... boots. Black worn boots. It was as if they appeared out of thin air, the area hazy and hard to make out in the dark. They led upward into the darkness, towering. My eyes trailed them until they landed on two glowing golden orbs high in the shadows, watching. I kneeled and scrambled for my phone, turning on the flashlight as I put it in front of me to see the room and make sure I wasn't having a psychotic episode or imagining a figure in the corner. Before the light could go any further, I fell suddenly to the ground from an invisible force, knocking me unconscious. I didn’t even have time to scream. Darkness folded over me like a blanket.

Thank you! I hope you enjoy the next few chapters - I'm posting a few this weekend to get the story really rolling now. ______________________________ Chapter 2: The Grief Hypocrite “You still haven’t touched anything?” Marissa asked, her voice gentle as we sat in my living room. The fire flickered across her face, casting soft shadows. I shook my head. “Not the bedroom. Not the bathroom. Not even his toothbrush. I haven’t moved anything.” Marissa frowned. “Lil...” She used the nickname only my close friends and coworkers gave me. I preferred Lileth to mostly everyone besides my late husband who called me Lily. It was cute when he said it and made me feel little, although I don’t think it was ever his intentions to do that. I looked down at the tea she brought, untouched in my hands. “If I move his things, it makes it real. Final. Like he’s not coming back.” “But he’s not,” she said gently. “And you’re still here. I know you loved him, but that doesn’t mean you stop living." I nodded, barely. Her words stung. Not because they were wrong, but because I knew she was right. She smiled softly. “Promise me something?” “What?” “Don’t forget you deserve more than just surviving." After she left, I curled into the guest bed in pajamas. I hadn’t used the master bedroom since Aaron died. The book lay on the nightstand, wrapped in a towel like some cursed relic. I hadn’t looked beyond the first page. There was latin script. Symbols. Blood stains. Halloween was in a week. The veil between worlds thin, right? Isn’t that what people said? I wasn’t religious and I barely believed in ghosts, but I believed in grief. And in that grief... maybe a little magic didn’t seem so far-fetched. What could it hurt? The next day, I returned to work, slipping back into therapist mode like it was armor. I brewed stale coffee in the break room, reviewed my notes, and waited for my final client of the day, Jeff Greene. Jeff lost his wife Bianca three months ago. He’d been coming in weekly for six weeks. A soft-spoken man in his fifties with a sadness that matched my own. He settled into the chair across from me, clutching a folded paper. “Made a list,” he muttered, eyes red-rimmed. “Things of hers I... I don’t know if I should keep.” I nodded gently. “You don’t have to do anything until you’re ready.” He gave a sad smile. “What did you do? With your late husband's things?” I paused, hands hovering over my laptop keyboard. I didn’t usually share, but Jeff looked at me with such raw honesty. “I haven’t touched a thing,” I admitted. “Everything is still there. His toothbrush. His shoes. The last laundry he did. I haven’t even opened our bedroom door since the night it happened.” Maybe it was unprofessional of me to share this much, yet a part of me felt the need to be honest with Jeff that I wasn't perfect either. I still cursed my employer, Dr. Paulson, in the back of my mind in setting me up for failure with this patient. I didn’t take many grieving patients because I didn’t want to relive my grief through my patients yet. Dr. Paulson couldn’t take him and I was the only therapist available. To my apprehension, I was pulled into Dr. Paulson’s office and handed Jeff’s file. I had shared in the beginning to Jeff that I was also a widow and was new to grief counseling. He was fine with that and we shared a look of understanding. It had been healing for myself, yet I still felt inexperienced as his therapist. This was one of the many situations I've dealt with in the past 6 weeks of having Jeff as a patient and another gut-punch to my confidence. Jeff blinked. “It’s been a year, hasn’t it?” I nodded, cheeks warm with shame. Marissa, now my own patient even making my issues blatantly obvious, “Yeah. It has.” It was all probably in need of cleaning, yet I didn’t want to move the memories, the things. Not even the laundry. I didn’t move nor touch any of it. His expression softened. “Then maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.” We sat in silence for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Is it weird I downloaded a dating app? Just to look? I feel guilty, but... I’m so lonely.” I shrugged. “It’s your timeline, Jeff. If talking to someone helps, that’s valid. Just be mindful that sometimes we’re vulnerable in grief. But don’t punish yourself for wanting connection.” He nodded, seeming lighter by the end of the session. “Thanks, Lileth. Really. You being honest about your own stuff... it helped. See you next Friday. And hey, happy Halloween weekend. Watch out for ghosts.” I gave a soft smile as he left. “You too, Jeff.” Later that evening, I was wrapping up paperwork when Dr. Paulson popped into my office. “Hey, Lil,” she said, leaning on the doorframe. “Just checking in, how are you doing? I know it’s been a year... since Aaron.” I smiled faintly. “I’m okay. Honestly doing better than I thought I’d be.” “Well, I noticed you haven’t taken a single PTO day since last October. HR’s going to yell at me if I don’t make you take some time off. Four weeks stacked up, Lil. Use them. Go on one of your girl’s trips or whatever it is you do.” She winked. I pushed a piece of my long and dark wavy brown hair behind my pierced ear. “Well, I had no reason to take off, and I didn’t want to mess up any of my patient’s schedules. They need us weekly and I feel…” I bit my lip, “Guilty in taking off a lot, I guess.” I shrugged. Dr. Paulson gave me that clinical look as if she was analyzing my mental health before she nodded, “Well, you better take off a week next month or I’m putting it on your schedule. You have 4 weeks PTO stacked up and HR will be mad if I don’t force you to take off. Go on one of your girl’s trips again or something, I’m sure they miss you. ” She smiled encouragingly at me and then turned, pausing for a moment, “Even therapists need therapy and rest sometimes. Take care of yourself, okay?” “Yeah,” I said softly, closing my laptop. “I will.” On the drive home, her words echoed in my head. Maybe it was time for a weekend away. I stopped at TacoBell on the way home and got a quick dinner. When I got home, I pulled out my personal laptop and greedily ate my quesadilla while looking at cabins in the mountains for the weekend. By the end of the night, I was packing my things and getting ready for my cabin in the Smoky Mountains. I lived in Asheville, North Carolina and had the opportunity to drive to the mountains for the weekend. It was always nice to go somewhere desolate, cellular signal lost and in the woods where I could wear a diaper without the fear of neighbors seeing me. Just me, a cabin, some wine, and... diapers. Maybe I’d pack that strange book too. Just in case.

I am back with a new story. I have been inspired by reading a few dark fantasy/demon romances this year and got an idea for an intense & cute ABDL story that has perspective switches. It's a bit new and different. The chapters are very *intentionally* incorrectly numbered - if anyone is wondering where a chapter is, that is why. Besides that, I'm excited to hear your thoughts on this new story and enjoy!☺️ Also to note, I have written this story in full and will post weekly. Follow to get notifications! This story should be fully uploaded by October, a perfect read for Halloween! Eternally Bound by Flames & Diapers Teaser Trailer: Some secrets are summoned. Others awaken. After the sudden death of her husband, Lileth Hart retreats into solitude, carrying with her a strange leather bound book she found near his grave. Grieving, haunted, and seeking answers, Lily escapes to a remote woodland cabin on Halloween weekend. Armed with wine, whispered memories, and a secret side of herself she’s never dared reveal. But grief can open more than wounds. It can open portals. What begins as a playful, if desperate, séance turns into something far more dangerous when Lily unintentionally summons a being not of this world. Ancient. Beautiful. Predatory. He calls himself Zeke. Bound to her through blood and forgotten magic, Zeke claims he cannot leave. But as the nights grow colder and reality bends, Lily begins to question who summoned who and why he seems so drawn to the darkest parts of her shame. As a forbidden bond forms between mortal and demon, Lily will uncover secrets buried not just in the earth... but in her soul. Some flames never die. Some are bound to be reignited. Warnings: dark nature, sexual/smut, BDSM elements All characters depicted are 18+. AI Disclosure: I used AI to help brainstorm, get over my deep writer’s block, and enhance a few scenes, but the story is still very much my own. Most of it was written and edited by me, even before using AI. Writer’s block has stalled my past projects and I hope to continue those with some AI help in the future. _____________________________________ Chapter 1: Death Do Us Part I stared at our picture in the graveyard, my flowers I laid down from the week prior withering away. My tear-stained cheeks were raw from hours of crying. I felt my satchel vibrate on what I assumed was missed calls and texts from my sister, my mom, and probably Marissa. She always reached out around times she'd think I'd need her. It was the darkest day of my life’s anniversary, after all. Correction: our darkest day’s anniversary. I felt guilty thinking I was alone, yet, I was alone. Anniversary. Huh, why did that sound so funny? I let out a laugh as a fresh tear rolled down my cheek, remembering our first wedding anniversary two years ago. His brown hair. His blue eyes twinkling at dinner, so alive. So fucking alive. A year would pass, and he’d be dead. Gone. A tragic accident on the expressway, hit by a drunk semi-truck driver. I remember it clear as day: the call came at 2:08 AM. “Lileth Hart?” My brain was half-awake. “Uh, yeah?” “Your husband is Aaron Hart, correct?” a voice said over the phone, with muffled sirens in the background. Panic bled into my chest. “Yes, uh, who is this? This isn’t a prank, right?” I sat up suddenly, dread creeping in. Aaron had gone out to the bar that night with Kenney. He usually texted me by midnight. “No, ma’am. This is Officer Renley. I’m sorry to inform you that we found Aaron in an accident. He... didn’t survive.” My heart squeezed painfully as I felt my lungs give out. He kept talking as my cheeks felt wet. “We are trying to retrieve his body now. We’ll update you with the next steps. I’m very sorry, Miss Hart.” I turned on my lamp, gasping for breath as a panic attack overtook me. The world spun. Nothing felt real. He was supposed to come home. He was supposed to be... No. Stop. Days later, I’d be at my husband’s funeral. A widow at twenty eight. He was my senior year of college hookup that turned into a full-fledged relationship. We met at a party, went on a few dates and then crossed third base. Before I knew it, I had my master’s in psychology and we were engaged. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to process that maybe I shouldn’t have gotten married, considering he never knew who I truly was. It seemed the natural thing to do though. Once you date for a few years, you move in and get married, right? That’s what I thought and I did, hiding my true self like I was good at. 5 years went of a vanilla, boring relationship. God, how awful was I to say boring about my late husband? Fuck, I was a villain in some book, that was certain. My greatest regret of our relationship was never indulging in my inner dark mechanisms and telling Aaron who and what I was. I knew I had weird things I liked since a young age, yet I’d always been terrified to tell anyone. Not my best friend, not my past boyfriends and surely not my husband. Admittedly, I had dark and weird desires. Diapers. Specifically, diapers. Yes, fucking diapers. Being babied. Treated like a little girl. From the age of seven, I daydreamed about being regressed, punished, put back in diapers. I never told a soul. Not friends, not boyfriends, not even Aaron. Sometimes, I’d book solo weekends, wear diapers, read erotica, and indulge in the weird darkness I couldn’t explain. I told myself it was wrong. Gross. Unloveable. Guilt seeped into me over the years of dating, being engaged and then getting married. The lies, the stories I made up of girl’s trips and the bingeing and purging cycles ate at me. When I finally was gaining the courage, it was like the universe punished me and Aaron died. I’d be lying to say how many times I’d imagined him diapering me and being a strict Daddy, yet I couldn’t tell him. No matter how many times I reasoned with the ideas of ‘if he truly loved me, he’d do it’. Part of me was so afraid of him leaving me. Now the jokes on me, I guess, because he left anyways in another way. A final way. I wanted to tell him. I did. But I waited. And then, he died. Now he was gone, and part of me... felt relief. I hated that thought. But it was true. I could wear diapers whenever I wanted. I could finally be myself. Still, grief clung to me. The security I craved died with him. I mourned the future we’d never have. The person I never let him know. I sat on my knees at the grave, sniffing in my own self-pity as I stared at our wedding picture. A part of me grieved him and a part of me got relief from the trap I put myself in. That thought fucked me in the head. I had a recurring thought that we’d have gotten divorced anyways. Maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing he got a stable, good relationship out of the 5 years and passed away quickly. He deserved a good life, even if a short-lived time, right? God, those thoughts fucked with my head. What if I had told him, he left me, and then he died? Wouldn’t that have been better? My phone buzzed again. I checked it. Marissa texted: Thinking of you today. Want me to come by later? I smiled faintly. Still my rock, I texted back: I’ll let you know. Just need a few hours. I sat on my knees at the grave, sniffling, staring at our wedding photo. Part of me missed him. Part of me was freed by his absence. That thought? That thought fucked with my head. I turned to leave and spotted something near the tree line. A tattered, dark brown leather book. I crouched, fingers brushing the edge. A strange symbol that was witch-like or maybe satanic, was etched into the cover. I picked it up and instantly gasped. “Fuck!” A sharp edge cut my finger. Blood trickled down, falling onto the symbol. The symbol shimmered, absorbing the drop. A puff of steam curled from the book. I stared. I tilted my head, “Huh?” I said to myself, blinking and staring at the blood that vanished into the cover. It almost looked like steam rose from the cover, yet I couldn’t tell at my angle and through my blurry eyes from crying most of today. I shook my head, grabbing the strange book and the moment it was in my hands, I felt like the book got warmer. I looked around a final time to see if it’s owner may be around and I took another moment, staring at the book and deciding that I’d keep it for now, still feeling delusional from what I just witnessed and feeling like the damn book was alive, yet I couldn’t leave it. It felt like I should open it and I couldn’t help but keep it for now, rather than let it get ruined by weather or impending rain of the night. After I got in my car, I put the book in my satchel. I sat for a few moments and then looked into my rearview mirror, blotting my face with my sleeve to take away the mascara stains of my tears. “Waterproof mascara my ass.” I muttered to myself as I pulled out of the parking lot. “I don’t know why I even bothered with makeup today.” I said, knowing full-well that ever since Aaron passed, I had gotten into a habit of talking to myself like a crazy person. It seemed loneliness tended to do that to you, really. A few days passed and I forgot about the strange book that was in my satchel. It wasn’t until that weekend after work I laid on my bed in the guest bedroom in my pajamas, watching the movie The Craft that reminded me of the strangely old book in my satchel. I paused the movie, feeling crazy and like a child who believed in witchcraft and magic. I grabbed the book and took it to the guest bedroom, taking a picture on my phone of the cover and checking Google Lens on what the symbol was. “It’s a pentagram, you dumbass.” I mumbled to myself, opening the cover to yellow and tattered papers that smelled stale. I blinked at the first few pages, a blood stain smudging the first few sheets. My eyes stared at the pages as I kept skimming, seeing multiple pages of illegible words in a old language and symbols. It looked like some type of thesaurus with some hand draw symbols every few pages and illustrations. I took a few images and Google Lens to see it was all written in a Latin. The more I searched the phrases, I found it written not in the ‘correct’ or ‘modern’ latin but in an older Latin. After an hour of trying to translate a few words, it became clear that this handwriting was hard to translate since the letters were rough. I gave up after a few hours, finding that the only words I could gather was ‘blood’, ‘séance’ and ‘fire’, with a symbol on that one page. I stared for longer and Google Lens the symbol, finding only a few Wikipedia pages denoting the ‘symbol of summoning the underworld’. My eyes flashed, shaking my head at my internal thoughts of believing that magic could bring my dead husband back. It was stupid… but Halloween was in a week and it didn’t seem too far off, right? I was atheist after all and didn’t believe in anything… What could a little séance hurt? _____________________________ As always, I'd love to know your thoughts and feelings about the characters and where the plot may go! I love reading your comments & thoughts as they motivate me to keep writing and sharing/posting regularly what I love as a hobbyist writer here! ☺️

Just caught up with the story - oh my, this doesn't sound like it will end well for Isadora. She needs to be careful and it seems like Brock is only instigating Isadora to do things she probably shouldn't. I am interested to see where their relationship go, it seemed like we had a foreshadowing of Brock hurting Isadora's feelings soon and him showing some ounce of care for her outside of his usual job. I will be greedily eating popcorn in the next few chapters. 🍿

You've done such a wonderful job with world-building and character developement. Brock is such an enigma and I love the relationship between Isadora and Brock. I hope there are diapers for Isadora in future chapters and I'm still shipping Brock and Isadora perhaps selfishly. It seems like Brock is very straight-forward and platonic with Isadora. My heart hurts for whatt he's been through and the scenes of Isadora and Brock playing is so endearing. However, I'm on the edge of my seat with tension between the mob bosses and our protagonists. The way you write is such a serious tone and I'm excited but also scared to see the future chapters. Keep up the great work! 😄

Chapter 54: New Life Emma pulled on her grey sweatpants Chad brought from her home and a light pink ringer pajama t-shirt he got for her. She blushed to herself in the bathroom, seeing My Little Pony characters on the front and sparkles dawning them. She rolled her eyes, knowing it was just Chad’s way of reminding her she was his baby. Though, technically, since everything happened, she was still contractually obligated to be his ‘office baby’ considering she was in a literal attempted murder from the person who got her in this mess in the first place? Part of Emma wanted to protest but the other part just wanted to be babied. Emma couldn’t lift anything over 10 pounds for the next 6 weeks so having someone help her was nice, after all. Emma came out of the bathroom with a glare she gave Chad before slipping on her sweatshirt on the bed, “Why was that your only t-shirt choice?” She said, an edge to her voice. “Ah, so you’re feeling so much better that you can have an attitude now?” Chad tilted his head. Emma frowned, “You can’t spank me, so I’ll take my chances.” Chad smiled with his canines and rose his eyebrows, “Oh. So you think that’s the only type of punishment I can give? You are going to be rudely awakened, little girl.” Emma scrunched her face at him as she thought for a moment what he meant. What other punishments could he even…? Emma’s eyes shifted, realizing the grave mistake she made in thinking Chad couldn’t punish her while she was healing, hence she thought she’d be able to get more playful while she had the ability to do so. She had made grave mistakes though because she forgot about the other punishments… Well, fuck. Emma thought to herself. Emma opened her mouth to ask what exactly he was referring to, but as she did a nursing assistant came in with a wheelchair, “Miss, er, Rose?” She asked, paper in hand that she looked at. “Yes.” She said, grabbing her plastic bag with her items and old clothing. “You can have a seat, and we’ll meet your husband downstairs at the entrance.” She nodded to Chad with a quick glance over at the man who looked like an actor. Emma laughed a bit nervously, “Not my husband nor fiancé or… whatever else.” Emma said quickly, eyes darting to Chad then to the ground as she walked to the wheelchair and sat down. “Well, maybe it’s time to propose, she’s a striking young woman you wouldn’t want getting away, hm?” The older woman winked to Chad. Chad chuckled and smiled politely, “Mhm. She is beautiful.” He agreed so casually as Emma dared another glance at him in surprise of his seemingly candid response before Emma was wheeled out of the room and into the hallway. The older woman said in a whisper in her ear, “I think he will. I have these premonitions, you know.” She said in a normal tone, “People always think I’m crazy until I guess all my coworkers babies genders right. I even guessed that Anna would have twins. Three months later and, bam, twins on the ultrasound.” Emma smiled weakly, eyes shifting to the glossy white hospital floors in a sadness, “I wish you were right, but we aren’t even dating.” The nursing assistant pushed her into the elevator and pressed the bottom to the bottom floor, “Well, it’ll happen with time. All you need is patience, honesty and love, hun.” Emma blurted, “I don’t think he likes or feels the same. It’s just… complicated.” She shrugged, wincing at her shoulder movement and the pull of her chest muscles. The woman leaned on the elevator wall, crossing her arms and looking down to Emma, “If you’re in love, why hold it back? All your doing is hurting yourself and losing your time with him.” The woman paused as the elevator doors opened and she began pushing Emma out and down another rlong hallway that was quiet, “45 years ago I met my husband, Bert. We had a beautiful 45 years and he passed just last year. Time is too short and I waited for longer than I should have to tell him I loved him the summer before he was deployed overseas. I spent a whole 6 months until I saw again to tell him those three words.” Emma blinked, “I’m sorry to hear about your husband.” “It’s okay, hun. He’s always with me in my memories and our times we shared. Just us.” The woman approached the doors to the outside and Emma blushed, thinking of the moments her and Chad shared that she’d never imagine telling anyone about. Emma blushed harder, remembering the day she was shot in the chest and earlier that day she had literally been touched in a diaper until orgasm. The moment was hot and even made her bothered thinking about. It was further embarrassing that she was even turned on after that when Chad even said things were nonsexual between them. Emma didn’t say anything, not really knowing what to say as they waited a few moments in silence until Chad’s truck pulled up and the older woman pushed Emma to the truck. Chad got out and came around, helping Emma into the car and the woman walked away. Emma went to grab her seatbelt as Chad reprimanded her, “Ah, ah, Daddy will buckle you in.” He said softly in her ear, his brown eyes giving her a sharp look, “Also, you shouldn’t be raising your arm nor moving your shoulder. Doctor’s orders.” He chastised her quickly. Emma rolled her eyes, “I put my t-shirt on earlier and raised my arms a little. I was fine.” Chad sighed in annoyance, “That’s why I offered to help you, and you refused when the nurse was in the room, and I would’ve not taken that for an answer. You also refused help from the nurse, which was very bad of you.” Chad said, standing straight and sighing again as he closed the door. Chad walked around and got in the driver’s seat as Emma said, “I didn’t need anyone’s help.” She said like a grumpy toddler as she crossed her arms loosely. Chad looked over for a moment as he began pulling out of the circle entrance, “Mhm.” He paused, humor playing on his lips, “We’ll see if you need help out of your stinky diaper later if you keep having an attitude.” Emma’s eyes flashed to Chad, “You’re not serious and you wouldn’t.” Chad looked at the road and smiled in thought, “You really don’t take me seriously and you like to find out the hard way, hm?” Emma grumbled, shifting in her seat and looking at the radio station, “You don’t listen to Spotify or your own playlist?” Chad looked to Emma, “You can put on what you want. What music type do you like?” “No, I’m just wondering what type of psychopath millennial plays the radio in this modern age of Spotify.” Emma said, a playful grin as she was feeling a bit witty at the moment. Chad let out a small chuckle at her quick jab, “Mhm. My truck doesn’t connect so I listen and enjoy the radio stations.” Emma’s moss green eyes shifted at his older radio and black worn leather seats, “Why do you have an old truck by the way? It seems a bit… out of character?” Emma tilted her head, being careful of annoying Chad more. Chad blinked, taking in a slow breath as he got on the expressway ramp and speaking after a few moments of silence, “It’s my sister’s.” He paused hesitantly, “She passed about 4 years ago.” “Oh.” Emma said, her heart stinging from Chad sharing about himself for the first time, “I’m so sorry.” He smiled warmly, “It’s okay. You didn’t know.” Emma gulped, curious, “Uhm, how did that, uh, happen?” Chad sighed, feeling like he already was oversharing too many parts of himself, “She… decided to take her own life.” Emma blinked, feeling so connected to a person she never even met suddenly. Emma swallowed, “I’m so sorry, Chad.” “That’s okay.” He said, smiling as he drove and clearing his throat. Emma tried to change the subject, sensing Chad was wanting that, “So, uhm, are you dropping me off at my apartment?” “I think staying at my place for the next few days is more appropriate, hm? Then you are cared for and can rest. Daddy will take care of everything.” Chad said. Emma knew it wasn’t a question but a statement. She could protest but that deep thrumming thing inside her wanted more than anything to spend as much time with Chad as possible after everything that had happened. Emma rolled her eyes and luckily Chad turned his head to change lanes when she did, “Is that necessary? I survived 25 years and think I can take care of myself.” As she verbally protested, a part of her wanted to be told no. “That’s what all babies say.” Chad murmured, happy to hear the attitude restored in Emma’s voice that indicated she was getting back to her normal self. Emma crossed her arms, letting out an annoyed sigh, “I almost forgot how frustrating you were after I woke up from my coma.” Chad’s eyebrows rose with a handsome smile, “And I almost forgot how bratty you were and in dire need of a punishment.” Emma shifted, his words doing those familiar things to her in her panties and lower abdomen, “Whatever.” She said a bit softly as her eyes cast to the forest they passed on the expressway. Chad gripped the steering wheel as his neck vein bobbed and his jaw feathered by her attitude. After everything that happened, he still needed to reenforce his dominance with her. She had a talent for pressing his buttons and if they were going to be together more often, he’d make sure she’d know who was in control in this relationship. Relationship. His mind caressed the word for a moment as the truck was silent and he thought about why that word suddenly felt different. Chad had plenty of platonic DDLG relationships and he’d told himself this wasn’t any different… yet Emma was different. She was special. He did have feelings for her that he’d explored in the past week as he’d been on the hospital rooms couch. He enjoyed her presence more than he anticipated. Chad, admittedly, was addicted to it. She was calming and, even with their small talk or just watching movies in her hospital room together, he enjoyed any time he spent with her. Her witty humor, her beauty and her intellect. Chad was opening up slowly to the idea of dating Emma. He’d give it some time, but he was having thoughts and feelings that weren’t platonic anymore, that was sure. After ten minutes, Chad was turning onto his street and into his driveway. Emma almost dropped her jaw at the considerable house, as if she didn’t already know the man had money. It was a two-story home with a two car garage and a large oak tree in the front. The house was a navy blue and grey stone arch entry way with plenty of shrubbery and a white front porch with two white rocking chairs. Chad parked the truck in the front and got out, grabbing Emma’s backpack and his duffel bag. He came around and opened his door as Emma was already unbuckling herself and watching her wince from the twisting motion, “What did I say earlier, little girl?” He sighed in annoyance, “You can’t be moving like that, Emma Marie.” He said in a reprimanding tone. Emma rolled her eyes as she took his hand and got out of the car, “The doctor said to still move my arms, Chad.” She growled back. Chad stared Emma down as an awkward silence fell between him. Emma felt her stomach drop when he only took her hand and lead her into his home, “Mhm, we’ll see if you have an attitude after your time out.” “A time out? Can I not just watch TV or something? I’ve been in the hospital, Chad!” She said at his side like a grumpy toddler. As Chad closed the door and dropped their items, he looked down with his eyes narrowed down to her with livid fucking energy. Oh fuck, I really pressed the wrong button, huh? Emma thought to herself. His hand came underneath her chin and he cupped her chin, tilting it up with his thumb brushing her cheek, “I know you had a long week but I want to remind you of a few things, hm?” He tilted his head, that damn feral flicker behind his eyes as his brown eyes smoldered, “First, my name is Daddy to you. Second, we can make this a pleasant few days or you can lose your privilege to electronics, in time out, or, if I’m feeling not so nice, bound in your wet or messy diapers.” Emma blushed at the last part of his threat as she gulped at him, mentioning being bound in diapers. Wet or messy… oh fuck. Emma thought, her mind rattling at what the second option meant and being bound to that. Why was that turning her on more than it should? She felt that dark humming thing thrum inside her as she felt heated, “Sorry… Daddy.” She said, putting her hands together innocently as she looked into his eyes that didn’t seem even slightly convinced. Chad paused for another moment before deciding what he’d do, grabbing her wrist and having her follow him up the stairs through a loft living area and gaming setup to a middle room in his hallway. Chad pulled out his keys as Emma watched curiously on what was behind the door. She had an idea… but wouldn’t believe it until she saw it. Chad found his key and opened the door, bringing her in still by her wrist. His hold of her firm and steel-like, almost as if foreshadowing her punishment she knew she was due for. Her mind almost forgot about what her eyes took in from Chad’s touch. Emma bit her lip in embarrassment of the room, eyes engulfing the adult-sized nursery. It was a light sage color on one wall with baby animal decals. The other walls were light grey almost beige that had nursery watercolor art on them. As embarrassed as Emma was, she was in awe and felt this warmth in her chest, that wasn’t her gunshot wound, making her feel warm and excited to be in the room. Her eyes floated to the little fairy tent in the corner, a toy bin and a tiny sittable desk for coloring with plenty of coloring books. Emma’s eyes then gravitated to the bed that had extendable rails. It looked like it was set up for toddler height, yet something told her it could extend higher for a crib. The bed had a twin sized mattress with a pastel pink comforter that had baby animals on it in princess dresses. Emma was completely lost in her sudden feelings as she realized Chad was picking her up from her hips and placing her on an adult-sized light wood changing table. She blushed a deeper shade red as she realized exactly how soon she’d be babied. She thought maybe Chad would ease her into it, yet it seemed she got under his skin enough to punish him so quickly into Daddy mode. “Lay down, baby Emma.” Chad said, nudging her out of her thoughts as her eyes met his and they were bouncing. The once feral look had disappeared momentarily as he watched Emma take in the room and her lost look that seemed to be curious. Emma nodded, laying back slowly as Chad’s hand went behind her back to make sure she wasn’t moving too quickly, “Good girl.” He praised and began pulling down her sweatpants. Emma was compliant and raised her hips as he quickly stripped off her underwear next. “What a good little baby after having such an attitude earlier.” Chad murmured, looking below the changing table for his supplies. Emma blushed at the fact she was on a legitimate changing table, being literally babied. It was causing her to feel so many things, she couldn’t begin to understand her complex emotions involving Chad, diapers and the reality of being Chad’s baby in his nursery that was made built for her size. Chad pulled out a large white diaper with a ‘baby’ lettered baby blocks and slid it under Emma as she raised her hips, “So, uhm…” Emma started, her mind having so many questions about the room, “How did you even get furniture like this?” She blushed as Chad’s bouncing eyes flicked to her face, surprised she was talking since her face was so red. Typically, Chad found Emma was shy and timid during her diaper changes. The fact that she was speaking caught him a bit off guard. Chad kneeled, looking for a few things under the changing table as his face was near Emma’s at that level and Emma tilted her head to watch him as she laid awkwardly, “I built a lot of this. The changing table and bars to the bed.” He said, a playful flicker behind his eyes as he found the items he was looking for. He stood, opening a tube and squirted something on his fingers, “Raise your knees above your chest for Daddy.” He instructed as Emma gave him a confused look, not connecting why he had a smirk on his face and humor playing at his expression like he was up to something. Emma failed to read the tube label as he put it under the table, and she hesitantly raised her knees. Chad put a hand on the back of thigh, “This will be cold, okay?” He said, his eyes looking at her bottom then to her face between her legs. It was so intimate, and Emma couldn’t help but almost feel turned on from his face so close to her. Fuck. Emma thought, thinking about that she probably hadn’t touched herself in almost a good two weeks since everything happened. It didn’t help either when she had someone so damn hot, all daddy-like and controlling around her either! Emma’s brain was so far removed from Chad’s warning and reality that she yelped, “Eek!” She shifted as his finger intruded her bottom with a cold lube. Emma muffled her moan as he quickly then stuck something inside of her that was a wax looking white thing, “Uhm, what is that?” She looked down, breathless and her face hot. Chad smiled playfully, “A suppository laxative. I think it will help for you to feel better and less grumpy, hm?” Emma’s mouth gaped open and in her fuzzy embarrassed mixed with turned on state, she had no words. She shifted as Chad didn’t move his finger for another moment as she felt the damn thing melting inside her rectum, “You aren’t serious, right?” Emma groaned, knowing her fate was sealed as he pulled out his finger and grabbed powder. Chad sprinkled it generously and had Emma lower her legs. Chad taped on the diaper snugly and checked the leak guards as he stood straight and gave a wickedly handsome smile with his canines to Emma’s bright red face, “Of course Daddy’s serious. He wants you to feel better. I think after a stinky and your timeout, you’ll be a good girl, don’t you think?” He tilted his head. The words stinky and timeout making Emma feel like she shapeshifted into an actual baby. Her being was degraded to a two-year-old as she was left speechless and beyond embarrassed. Chad came around and scooped her up as she couldn’t find words to even protest, setting her down in the make-shift crib. Chad went over to the dresser to the side of the changing table and grabbed a pacifier. He came back and plopped it in Emma’s mouth. To Emma’s horror, Chad brought up the crib rails to the crib height as she looked up to Chad above them in desperation. Was he really going to leave he to deal with… messing herself? Emma mumbled behind her paci, “I’ll be good Daddy! Maybe I can use the potty?” Chad’s eyes melted staring down at his baby girl in her crib for a moment. She was absolutely fucking adorable with her pink stained cheeks, a pink pacifier and a thick diaper between her legs with pleading eyes behind the crib bars. He wanted to coddle her, yet he knew he had to set the tone for her behavior. As much as his soft spot for Emma since her being shot had grown, she was disrespectful, and he couldn’t let it slide. What type of Daddy would he be, after all? Chad’s eyes flickered to humored at her try to get out of a punishment, “No, little girl. This is a punishment. I’m going to do some chores and I’ll be back in 30 minutes, okay?” He crossed his arms, watching her green eyes blink at him in disbelief. Chad slowly walked out, almost milking Emma’s lost and pouty look she gave him behind her paci, “Think about your attitude from earlier and Daddy will be back.” And with that, Chad closed the door. Leaving Emma with her diaper and a bubble in her tummy that reminded her of the dire situation she’d soon be in. ___________________ It's been a moment since I wrote for this story and finally got around to posting another chapter. Thanks for everyone's patience and I'd love to hear your thoughts on the new update! ☺️

Chapter 53: Secrets Beep. Beep. Beep. Emma groaned at the noise. She felt like she heard it for a while. It was like an alarm clock that just wouldn’t stop. “Turn it off already.” Emma grumbled, trying to turn in her bed but there was a cord stopping her. “Ugh.” She tried pulling at it, feeling a tug and pinch on her arm. She opened her eyes but they felt heavy as she opened them with great effort. “Someone’s grumpy, hm?” Chad murmured above her as her eyelids were heavy and she fluttered them as they focused on Chad. “Oh. Hi.” She said, blinking and looking at the cord on her arm, tugging it. “Hey, don’t do that.” Chad said, grabbing her wrist that tried pulling out her IV. Emma blinked wearily, trying to think over how she got there, “Sorry. I just – what happened?” She asked, confused. Chad’s brown eyes looked tired like he hadn’t slept in weeks and pained, “A week ago you were shot and you’ve been in a medicated coma until today to recover." His eyes shifted, studying her face, "How are you feeling little one?” “Oh. A week?” She asked, surprised by the time jump. “Yes.” He said, a tired smile on his lips. Emma blinked, wild green eyes looking around the room at the teddy bear, flowers and balloons on a table. She saw the couch draped with a sheet in the dark room. Emma’s eyes went to the window and the dark sky in the distance on a high up floor in the hospital room. “What time is it?” “4AM.” Chad said with humor playing on his expression looking down at her. “Do you remember what happened?” He was becoming a bit concerned maybe her concussion had caused memory loss. Luckily for his baby girl, the doctor said her brain didn't have any permanent damage from her fall and that she only had a concussion. Emma nodded, her memory faint but still there on being shot and the pain, “Hard to forget being shot.” Emma looked down to her large white and clear plastic bandages on her chest. “Ah, there’s the attitude I remember.” Chad murmured with a smile as he brushed her hair behind her ear and she looked up, eyes shifting to him. Chad blinked back the water forming in his eyes, he really missed those damn smart comments. From waiting a whole week to hear her voice and wondering if his little Emma would ever make a full recovery, her attitude only tugged at his heart strings, knowing she was here. She was back. Alive. A nurse walked in, “How are you feeling, Emma?” Emma yawned and winced by the rise in her chest, “A little tired but okay. Maybe a little pain.” The little pain was actually a lot of pain, the more she woke from her slumber. “Well, it is 4AM. Maybe now you and your boyfriend can sleep some more after I administer some pain meds to help.” Boyfriend? Emma didn’t have the energy to correct her. The nurse smiled, “Your doctor will be in at 9AM to explain everything. You’re recovering great after a bullet fragment in the side of your lung and a concussion, that’s for sure.” Emma shifted, feeling a stiff thing in her... down there. Ugh, a catheter. Her eyes shifted for a moment about how a diaper would have been a seemingly nicer surprise. Considering Chad was here, her mind almost assumed she'd be in one at this stage. Her cheeks blushed from the thought as Emma nudged herself out of those embarassing thoughts. Emma spoke after a moment, “....did you say in my lung?” “Yes, Dr. Nazri got most of it out of your chest and upper shoulder area. Maybe a small fragment left from the CT we did yesterday but it looks like you’ll make a full recovery and be discharged in a few days.” “Oh, great.” Emma said, head laying back as she blinked at the ceiling. “The anesthesia will wear off soon here and you should be able to use the restroom. I just have to remove the catheter. Um, Chad, right?” The nurse looked to Chad, “If you could step out for a moment and I’ll call you back once we’re done. Should be about 5 to 10 minutes at most.” Chad nodded, “Sure.” He stepped out of the room through the pastel yellow curtains and sliding glass door. The nurse went to get a supply or two to remove the catheter and spoke quietly to Emma as she came to the bedside, “You sure have a keeper there. He’s been here every day and night, hasn’t went home besides maybe a few hours here or there.” “Oh.” Emma said, eyes shifting and surprised Chad had waited and stayed that whole time, “For 7 days straight he’s… been here?” “Yep. He’s been working here and sleeping here. We tried to give him the boot for our visitor hours but he’s pretty adamant that our doctors okayed a non-domestic nor married partner to stay after hours. Against our protocol but we let it slide.” The nurse said with a shrug, Emma shifted uncomfortably at the catheter being removed. “Wow, thanks for letting him stay then. He’s definitely…” “Worried but caring, I’d say.” That was one way of looking at it. Emma thought to herself. The nurse smiled, “He’s a keeper, like I said. It’s rare husbands even stay for that long – let alone boyfriends.” She muttered, “My husband probably wouldn’t, place my money on that. That’s being married for 20 years for you though.” There was a silence as the catheter was removed and Emma winced at the feeling. “Makes sense, I guess.” Emma said with a weak smile before the nurse cleaned her supplies and administered meds. She set a remote down near Emma, “The pain meds will probably put you back to sleep but here’s the remote for the TV and a call button. If you need me, press it.” Emma said, “Thanks.” “You can come back in.” The nurse said softly to Chad outside. Chad quietly came back in as Emma scooted down in her bed, nestling into the sheets cutely to Chad, “You don’t have to sleep here every night, you know.” Emma said as Chad walked up, crouching and brushing her hair gently with his fingers. “I’m okay. I rather sleep here until you’re discharged. I don’t think I could sleep away from you until then.” He murmured, leaning in and kissing her head. Emma’s eyes felt heavier, the meds were definitely kicking in already, “Okay I guess.” Emma said sleepily with a yawn, the act causing her to wince again in pain. “Well, thanks for staying. That’s kind of... really sweet.” Emma said with a sleepy smile. Chad smiled warmly down, “Mhm, now let’s get some rest. No more big girl thoughts. Just rest, little baby Emma.” He said, his thumb caressing her soft cheek. Emma was fighting her eyelids from closing as she looked up to Chad greedily and felt so safe and cared for in that moment, “Okay. You too though. I won’t sleep until you do.” She said, trying hard to keep her eyes open. Chad chuckled breathlessly at how Emma could barely keep her eyes open, “Mhm, we’ll see about that.” Chad went back over to the couch he’d been living on the past week, “Sleepy time baby girl. We’ll talk more later, hm?” Emma’s eyes followed him, her eyes heavy as she blinked, thoughts swarming in her brain as she was feeling the medicine really kick in, “Ch-Daddy?” Chad was adjusting himself and looked up. He smiled, warmly at her calling him ‘Daddy’ as if programmed, “Mhm, baby Emma?” He was pleasantly surprised to hear her slipping into a little mode in the hospital. Emma’s eyes closed for a moment and Chad thought she had fallen asleep. A half a minute later, she opened her eyes, “Can I tell you a secret?” Chad smiled, chuckling silently as he propped himself on his elbow and studied her lost little look as she met him eyes, “Mhm, what is it?” “I like you. Maybe more than I should.” Emma paused, taking a breath in sadness as she blinked to the ceiling, “I’d say I may have developed more feelings than even liking you, if I’m being honest.” Emma murmured, dejectedly in her drugged state. “I don’t think you feel the same, but that’s okay.” She said, eyes growing heavy again as she closed her eyes, not even daring a glance to Chad. Chad watched as she closed her eyes and he was speechless. He took a moment in his own tired and exhausted state as his mind was working on forming an answer to acknowledge her, yet also protect his own feelings that have developed more than a liking and he’d say something much deeper. He wouldn’t even say he was falling anymore. If he was being honest, he had already fallen. The day Emma walked into his goddamn office, it was his first step up to the cliff. The day Emma walked into the elevator in his damn adorable boot and dress, he had been close to the edge. The day Emma walked up to the bar around him and Derek talking, he’d began to fall. The day Emma was raw and vulnerable in his arms, diapered and crying into him, he was weightless and free falling. The day Emma was in his arms, wounded like a doe who was shot, he crashed into the water, unable to breath. Gone. Lost in a sea of panic and pain of losing the one thing that made life worth living. Chad took too long to respond with so many thoughts flooding his mind and flashes of memories of Emma being shot going through his head as he blinked back the tears. By the time he was ready to speak without his voice breaking, he watched Emma’s chest rise and fall as she fell asleep. Chad got up, walking to the side of the bed and kissing her forehead, “I have a secret too, Emma.” His fingers brushed her messy hair back, “I love you and I don’t think you’d feel the same either. That’s okay.” Chad gulped, his Adams apple bobbing at the thoughts of the bullet, the blood and his baby girl barely breathing. Pain, anger, and that all-too-familiar anxiety flooding his senses for the 20th time that week. Chad looked to the monitors still beeping, taking a few slow breaths in knowing Emma was safe and it was all over now. He went to the couch and laid down, looking over to Emma after he got comfortable. His eyes were weary as he watched her chest rise and fall as his eyes felt heavy and he eventually fell asleep soundly for the first time in a week.

Chapter 52: Unconditionally Yours Everything sped up as Chad could barely think, knowing he had to act quick. As Chad knocked Brittany down, the gun flew to the ground near Emma who fell down, gasping in pain as she felt disoriented suddenly. Maybe it was her blood loss earlier or the pain in her chest now. Either way, the severe pain didn’t discriminate in making her feel woozy as she blinked up to the sky. Every new breath jagged and prickling pain in her chest. Emma blinked to the sky, looking at the clouds and the trees above. Her mind slowed in thoughts, thinking that this might be her end. It wasn't a terrible end, was it? In the place she was happy, surrounded by someone who made her the happiest she'd ever felt. Emma blinked back a tear as she breathed again, the pain getting worse with every breath and chest movement. Meanwhile, Brittany scrambled to get hold of her gun but someone else in front of her grabbed it first. She looked up, seeing Graham above her, “Fucking shit!” Brittany yelled, getting up and running. Chad didn’t dare chase her; it wasn’t worth it, and he knew a murder trial was likely after this. He’d see her in court and make sure she’d get the sentence she deserved. Chad had more pressing matters anyways than chasing someone down as his eyes flicked to Emma on the ground, looking up to the sky and looking a little more lifeless with every passing second. Graham was already calling 911 while disarming the gun, “There’s no signal, fuck.” Chad went over quickly to Emma whose eyes were fluttering closed as his fingers went to her neck, feeling her pulse. Faint, but still present, “We’ll have to run back to our car, Emma’s not doing well. Halfway down the trail there should be enough signal, but we need to go now.” Chad said roughly, scooping Emma into his arms as gently as he could before beginning to walk down the trail. Emma’s eyes opened to Chad suddenly, blinking at him, “Are you still… mad at me?” Her voice dripped in a dreamy state but weaker than her normal tone she carried oh-so-confidently in Chad’s presence when she was in big girl clothes. Chad swallowed, eyes watery at all that had happened, yet her words made him chuckle amidst the chaos, “You just got shot after saving my life and you’re wondering if I’m still mad at you?” Emma’s eyes closed with a weak and sleepy smile as she heard Graham franticly talking to a 911 operator he finally got through to, “At Menomee Falls. My best friend got shot and is injured.” Graham waved his free hand in the air theatrically as he paused in annoyance, “Can you hear me? Hello? God damnit the cellular out here is awful.” Emma mumbled in her eyes closed state, “Yup. Awful.” Emma blabbered nonsense and Chad studied her in concern. “Shhh, little Emma. How about you just rest?” He cooed, holding her and walking faster. He didn’t know how bad her wounds were, but he needed to get her help, quick. “Mhm.” Emma said, eyes fluttering and her body twitching in Chad’s arms. Her body went limp a moment later. Chad looked down to her, her body in shock that trembled in his arms, “Emma?” Graham looked over, “Did she just seize? Emma, hang in there!” Chad and Graham began jogging as Graham got through again to the operator, “Yes, Menomee Falls. My friend got shot, I think just had a small seizure and needs an ambulance now!” He nodded while looking to Emma’s lifeless body in Chad’s arms, dangling her forearm down mid-air, “Yes, yes. In the parking lot. Okay, police will get their first. Ambulance in fifteen? Can’t they get here sooner? Okay, thank you. ” They jogged as Chad and Graham got closer to the parking lot. “What did they say?” Chad asked between labored breathing holding Emma and jogging. “Police will be near the area to start searching for Brittany in the next 10 minutes. Ambulance in 15 minutes or less will meet us at the parking lot.” Chad looked down to Emma, still feeling her body twitch and that was the only sign he knew that she was still holding on. Each twitch gave him reassurance that she’d make it. That somehow, someway, she’d live through this. As they got to the parking lot, they waited and waited until police showed. As they spoke to the police and Chad didn’t let Emma go, he couldn’t. Her twitches and small movements in his arms were the only thing that made her feel still alive in his arms. “This is your girlfriend, I presume?” Officer Henry asked after they spoke with the officers who arrived at the scene. Chad nodded, not hesitating, “Yes.” Chad was smart and knew he’d have less chances of seeing Emma at the hospital if he said he was just a friend. Although it wasn’t official and Chad had a lot of self-reflection he needed to do, he was leaning into his feelings and would like to see how life would look if Emma and him dated following this if she lived another day. If. A big if, that Chad didn’t know if he’d have the opportunity or privilege to experience that in a lifetime with her. Chad was broken from his thoughts as the officer questioned Graham next and he looked down as Emma’s body began seizing. Things blurred as he felt tears run down his face involuntarily and he placed her on the ground on her side. Drool came out the side of her mouth as Chad cooed in her ear, “Everything’s going to be okay, little one. Just calm down.” He brushed her sticky hair from blood behind her ear and kissed the side of her forehead, “Calm down, shhhh. Everything will be okay. You’ll be okay.” He said softly as his tears fell down his face and Graham was on the ground near her too, saying something to Chad but Chad couldn’t hear. His ears not hearing words. His vision blurred by tears. His focus solely on his baby girl whose breathing was slowing and her body going limp soon after. The world slowed a second time that day as Chad saw in the corner of his eyes red flashing lights as an ambulance appeared. In one moment, Emma was in his arms and alive. The next, she was being put on a gurney and a whole team was keeping her alive. He saw cuffs, an IV, and an oxygen mask placed on her as they hoisted the gurney into the ambulance. Chad watched as they closed the doors, and the officer kept questioning Chad as his brain was only 10% still there, the other 90% focused on where Emma was and her health. Chad asked to go to the hospital and they denied him to follow, even when he insisted that he had to go. Due to the circumstances of this criminal case and attempted murder, the police needed to get a full report documented and have clearance to allow him to know what hospital she was going to. Chad went through the motions as patiently as he could and, even as the police found Brittany and arrested her, Chad was still unwell. A part of him broke that day. A thing inside him he didn’t know existed until that very moment. That thing was unconditional and unwavering love, for a person he didn’t know would see another day to live. _____________________________ Last heavy chapter...? 🥲 Spoiler in all white below click left mouse and drag over - if you're on a dark screen/background, sorry if you see it I tried to add space for those who don't want to see it can just not scroll further. You are welcome. Please let me know if you cried, I will collect tears in a jar to make a sweater one day. 🧥 On a serious note, I got emotional writing this and may have shed a tear too. Highlight below for spoilers: This is only the first part and there will be a second part. This is the last quite emotional and heavy chapter. You all survived, now time to get back to some ABDL fun stuff. Part 2 is more DDLG and ABDL scenes people I'd like to think will enjoy * with a sprinkle of smut * because that's my spice level I write. More plot, more diapers, more fun in next part. I'm currently writing and it's *chef's kiss*. Thanks for making it this far DD forum fam, here's to more fun chapters!

Chapter 51: Brittany’s Revenge “Brittany?” He asked, his eyes switching to confused and then flashing in surprise to see the gun. Reality shifting quickly as his mind was panicked about his baby while a real danger was pointing to his chest. “Get up.” Brittany said to Chad. Chad stood, his hands up with the phone on dial. “Put the phone down, you piece of shit.” Brittany growled in annoyance. Chad looking to Emma in concern, “Please, she needs help.” He paused, “Let me call and then kill me before they get here. Emma is bleeding from her head, she's injured.” Chad's mind spiraled and he didn’t know if Brittany did this to Emma or what happened, but he couldn’t imagine her going like this. Emma deserved so much more than this type of ending and Chad needed to help her. Whether a gun was in his face or not, he'd find a way to make sure she was okay, yet every moment that wish felt farther and farther away. Brittany had no emotion behind her eyes, “Do I have to say it twice?” She tilted her head, venom leaving her mouth in a mocking tone the way Chad had said it to her before. Chad swallowed, “What do you want Brittany? I’m sure this can be settled by-“ Brittany pointed the gun near the ground by Chad’s foot and shot, a loud boom exploding as he flinched in reaction. He looked to Emma, seeing the shot didn't hit her as he looked up to Brittany, realizing that this was a real threat, not her pointing a fake gun at him. Brittany spoke, “My name is Katie, first off, you disgusting fuck and I’ll be the one talking this time. So shut up and listen or I’ll end her before you.” Her eyes flicked to Emma on the ground and then Chad. She paused a moment, “First, drop the phone.” He complied and dropped it. Chad’s composure became a calm anger as he let go of his control, knowing it was to protect what he cared the most for, “Now, I want you to go up the cliff.” She motioned the gun for Chad to go up the hill. Chad nodded, hands still up as he complied and they walked. His brain going through ten different ways he could escape this fate but knowing it may backfire and kill him, or worse, kill Emma or hurt her. His mind was shattering into pieces of a life of Emma without him. A life where a poor girl, who had needs that would never be met by anyone else, wouldn't have the right daddy to take care of her. Sure, Chad knew he wasn't perfect, but he knew he was damn near perfect for Emma. She needed him and he needed her. This couldn't be their ending, could it? His mind wouldn't settle on that theory, there had to be a way out of this. There had to be something. By the time he got up to the top of the cliff, he had a good idea on where Brittany was going with this and that something or sliver of hope to escape this fate was far far away. The amount of ideas came crashing to one left and that was someone had to distract Brittany. All he needed was one moment of that gun not pointing at him and he could close the gap by how close she followed him. Yet, a part of him knew Graham must've been still far away and Emma was unconscious. The remaining hope Chad had became miniscule as he looked down the cliff to the jagged rocks below and the water cascading down the rocky cliff. He stopped two feet before the edge, not daring another movement forward as he turned his back to the cliff. Katie instructed, “Good boy. How about you stand at the edge?” She said, with a wide smile that didn’t match her eyes. Chad swallowed again, the loss of hope leaving his body as he saw that crazy flicker in Brittany's eyes, “Please, Brit-Katie, you don’t have to do this-“ Katie cut him off, “No, I won’t let you have the final fucking word, asshole.” She sneered, “You lost me my one job, my living, and my self-confidence. You abused me and that’s something I have to live with the rest of my life along with being a wanted fucking criminal now since my cover was exposed.” Chad closed his eyes, knowing that was a stretch of the truth. It wasn’t abuse. Chad would have let her leave without the spanking, yet he may have taken a step too far, admittedly. Yet, Brittany could have left. He asked her to go over his lap, he didn't force her into his lap. She could have left; although it was nonverbal, he made the mistake in assuming she was into this DDLG roleplay. He knew it was wrong of him and that he made a mistake, a certainly fatal one. As Katie was speaking, Chad could see out of the corner of his eye a small figure approaching quietly. Relief flooded his body, seeing her walking, well hobbling, but, most importantly, alive. She was fine! But, what in the hell was she doing?! His eyes didn’t waver, knowing if he looked to the side it’d give away Emma and put her in danger. “Out of all that, you ruined in my life, I think it’s gracious of me to give you a choice. Would you rather you jump or I push you?" The inhuman flicker in her eye was apparent to Chad. She held conviction in her words, which made Chad understand the next few moments was his only chance to save his and Emma's lives, "I rather the second option, but I’m feeling nice today.” Brittany said, behind the gun as her finger rested on the trigger and she gave a wide smile that didn't match her eyes. “How about neither?” Emma said in a slurred and drowsy state as Brittany whipped around and Chad took his moment to step forward to grab the gun from Brittany before she shot. Chad was a moment too late as Brittany’s gun fired at an angle pointed to Emma's chest and the world slowed down. Everything slowed, as Chad watched Emma blink her beautiful moss green eyes to Chad, like a doe in headlight's the first day she stepped into his office, and the silver bullet went through the air. Cutting through the one thing he lived for. The one thing he'd die for. The one thing that meant everything to him. As he toppled over Brittany and knocked the gun out of her hand, he felt a part of him die as the bullet pierced through her. Obliterating everything that Chad loved. Everything that calmed him on hard days. Everything that excited him every morning to see in his workplace. Everything that made him feel so damn alive. Everything he'd gladly be with the rest of his life. His everything. She was his everything. Yet, he didn't know if his everything would survive another moment, another day. And, that part of him, that was filled with hope and optimism of a world where he lived a life with Emma, left his being. _______________________________________________ I like the theories here! I guess we will find out who had the correct theories(with some correct already perhaps?). I doubt I'll be able to post more tomorrow so lucky for everyone: I'll be posting one more chapter tonight. I am evil, but not evil enough to make everyone sit and wait through the finale chapters! Haha.

Chapter 50: Without Her Chad jogged down the trail he remembered him and Emma talked about. The one she said she liked to the left. Graham took the right which was a quicker path and they agreed to meet back on Chad's trail since they didn’t have cellular. The car ride there Graham and Chad didn't even speak. There was a silence between them as Chad drove and Graham was silently stressing as much as Chad. Chad didn’t think about the what ifs anymore and he focused on his breaths as he jogged. He knew that Emma needed him more and he wasn't going to let his panic consume him like in the past. Luckily, through his past therapy sessions, he had the tools in his toolbelt to face his anxious thoughts and work through them to function. Given, a run only sped up his heartrate but he persisted on, focusing on her. His baby girl. He would rise up against his own demons, because that's what Emma deserved was someone to be there for her. Chad was on a mission to find Emma. To make sure she was okay and safe. If she was there, that was. Chad jogged for fifteen minutes, every minute making him more worried by the second. Those thoughts of 'what ifs' came through a bit as he went over a bridge and approached the falls but he kept refocusing his attention to scanning the heavily forested hiking trail with his eyes and looking for signs of Emma. By the time he got to the falls, he walked around the rocks and looked around, trying to look for Emma. The rain lightened as he kept looking around trees and caught his breath from the run. Part of him was losing hope that she may not be at the falls. Another part of him wanted to search farther. He shook his head, looking up to the top of the cliff of the falls. He knew there was a path up. By chance she could have gone up there and that was Chad’s last resort at this stage. Chad wandered towards the left of the falls to where he’d went in the past to go up the cliff. After a few minutes of walking the trail to a rocky and slippery area, his eyes caught a body resting flaccidly over a bed of rocks near where rain water drained and streamed down the hill that lead to the top of the cliff. “Emma?” Chad asked, beginning into a run towards a hooded figure on the ground that didn’t look to be moving. “Emma!” Chad yelled as he recognized her pouty lips and closed eyes as he approached. Chad crouched, pushing back the hood and feeling her forehead. His worried brown eyes scanning her resting, cute face that looked to be sleeping but he was unsure if she was even alive. She was unmoving, cold and looking pale. So pale and unlike her usual self. His fingers felt her pulse on her wrist, feeling it faint but there. He thought he might be making it up, but no, it was there. He looked to her chest and saw a rise and fall. It was small movements, but it was there. A part of him relaxed in relief. Another part of him had a feeling it was too good to be true. “Emma, wake up. Please.” He said, in a rough and pleading softly as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Chad was on the verge of tears as his heart pounded, praying she’d awake and be okay. He pulled back and his hand went behind her head to inspect why she was unconscious. He felt a sticky substance and pulled back to find blood, a lot of blood, “No, Emma. Stay with me. Please, baby girl.” He said, tears welling in his eyes. This perfect girl for him in front of his eyes was seemingly lifeless and Chad felt like he was losing one of the most precious things he’d ever came across. His mind flashing in all their small moments that he seemingly, to this point, took for granted. All those times he was cuddling her, diapering her and being gifted her presence. Whether she had an attitude or not, Chad wished her little smart remarks were still tangible and would continue. That she was still pressing his buttons oh-so-easily and making him want to punish her. To diaper her. To care for her. To love her. To treasure her. He couldn't imagine a life without that. Without her. Chad shook his head, knowing he needed to get her to help soon. He pulled out his phone, turning it on to dial 911. Even if he knew it was futile being in the depths of the woods, Chad was desperate. As his phone turned on, he could have sworn he saw her fingers twitch in the corner of his eye. He didn’t have time to inspect her because he heard a metal click behind him. A noise accompanied by soft steps he hadn't paid attention too in his panicked and hyper focused state on Emma. Chad turned to the noise to suddenly find… a familiar set of brown eyes behind the barrel of a gun pointed to his chest. _____________________________ I promise I'm not evil enough to drop these chapters in the most intense scenes. We are nearing the end of part 1 to this story, in which I am going to post two chapters today and hopefully(work permitting) the next one tomorrow or the day after two more chapters. Hahaha!! 🤣 It seems I must have a vendetta on our FMC... or maybe I have a soft spot? We will see in the next few chapters. 👀

Chapter 49: So Very Dark Emma walked up to the top of Menomee Falls, staring down to the rocky water below the cliff. She sniffled and crouched, feeling hopeless and like a waste of space in the world. The person that made her feel even a sliver of hope that she was worth something had even given up on her, and that was a fucking gut punch. The look Chad gave her. The cold shoulder. The loss of care for her. It was as if she got to the highest point and a place in her life where she felt alive, like she was worth something to someone and then everything disappeared in one moment. She didn’t understand in full how she became so attached, but she was, and it was painful to think she even unintentionally disappointed him that day. Emma truly couldn’t imagine life without Chad. She didn’t want to think of a future where he wasn’t, yet she doubted that was a viable option anymore. Emma stood, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she reasoned with herself. Sure, Chad was mad at her, but did it mean he was done with her? She still had a fighting chance. If she told him about MacGyver, he’d probably give her a chance. A small sliver of Emma still had hope and that hope she clung onto as she tried to claw her way out of the dark thoughts swarming and encircling her mind, flooded with pain. Emma stumbled back on her bottom, knowing this wasn’t her time. She winced, her hand scraping the rocks as she clambered up. That sliver of hope grew as she got up, turning around and going back down the trail. Cold rain fell in the forest as she walked for the next fifteen minutes. Emma’s brain fought itself in turning around or leaving as that small damn piece of hope kept her moving forward. Emma imagined a life with Chad. She imagined a life where she was Chad’s. Loved, protected, cared for, babied and significant. Sure, the diapers and belittling could be inconvenient and sometimes was a nuisance but it was worth it. So. Goddamn. Worth it. Emma didn’t care how fucking lunatic she may have been, yet she knew it couldn’t have been just her anymore with these feelings. She remembered earlier that day that Chad showed attraction and Emma wouldn’t forget it. She’d seen his looks and his considerate actions. He showed his feelings through actions, after all. Whether that was a spanking or her ordering her her favorite food like Chipotle for lunch, he showed her his affection in small acts. Even if Emma was truly delusional, she didn’t care. It was the one goddamn thing that kept her walking down the hill, away from the cliff in the cold rain. Well, until Emma slipped walking across a few rocks before getting to the main trail. Emma fell backward, her head connecting with a sharp rock. She felt an exploding pain in the back of her head and the world seemed to blur and go dark. So. Very. Dark. _________________________ Haha! This made me laugh reading 'different brand of evil...in a good way'. We'll see after this chapter how that opinion may have changed. 👀

Chapter 48: Crossed Chad was beyond hurt, a pain stabbing his chest throughout the rest of his work day that he couldn’t shake. His mind and his heart fighting each other as he wanted to call Emma the past few hours since she left his office. Chad couldn’t believe she’d cross him like this. He thought he knew her, that he had everything on her. Yet, he didn’t. Emma crossed him and his company. The images on his email were the same on Emma’s phone, it was beyond acceptable that Emma would still blackmail his employees under his watch. Chad was hoping that maybe there was a sliver of an apology or an explanation, yet Emma looked like she was caught in a lie. I don’t know. She said, as if she was trying to formulate a lie to him. He could tell she was lying or withholding the truth as her eyes shifted and she hadn’t even tried to look at him. Chad knew that she wasn’t being honest with him. He could tell the past week there was something that was off about Emma, after all. He thought maybe she was going something else he didn’t know about, yet it all made sense the moment he got the email with Sav’s screenshot he saw on Emma’s phone. Everything lined up and Chad should have known better. A second girl he’d been betrayed by. It was absolutely heart breaking, considering the amount of attachment he already had with Emma. After Chad’s last meeting of the day, Chad sat back and turned his chair to the window, looking down to the city as he blinked back his watery glare. His brain still couldn’t believe what had happened and how stupid he was to believe Emma liked this lifestyle and his interests. Chad shook his head, his jaw tight and he cleared his throat, realizing he was getting worked up. Chad took in a steadying breath as he felt an incoming anxiety attack. He was caught off guard, knowing it had been months since having one. Chad calmed himself, slow breathing and trying to clear his mind. He shook his head again, not able to think about anything else about Emma, no matter how fucking hard he tried. He sighed, grabbing his phone and doing the one thing that was habitual at this point: checking Emma’s location and device activity. He was sure she’d be home and maybe watching TV or playing video games. Chad tapped the Find My app and blinked at the map, seeing Emma’s location had not updated since lunch. Chad felt his heartrate jump up a few beats as he called her, not pausing a beat. The call went straight to voicemail. Did Emma block Chad? That wasn’t possible… he had her phone plan and could unblock himself anyways. Chad went to his computer quickly, logging into her Verizon account and checking blocked numbers. He wasn’t in that, so why did his number go straight to voicemail? Chad felt his anxiety start to escalate in not knowing where she was nor that he couldn’t even contact her. His anxious side of his brain activated, wondering if she had left and disappeared like she’d done at his friend’s company. Part of him worried that she’d been in danger or, even worse, an accident since leaving. The other part of him felt so stupid and that he’d been in denial of who she really was. She was a cybercriminal after all, he should have known better. There was that part of him hoped that it wasn’t true. That Emma maybe didn’t do this and Chad could have dismissed her to fast for her to even defend herself. Although Chad was still suspicious and untrusting of her at the moment, he couldn’t help but think of the look she gave him before she left. The thought that kept gnawing at his subconscious was her watery and pained look she gave him before she left his office. “Fuck.” Chad said after being sent to Emma’s voicemail for the 5th time, knowing calling her was him wasting time. Chad tapped his fingers on his desk before getting up and walking down the hallway to Jose’s office as he walked in to see Graham and Jose laughing at something on Jose’s phone. Jose immediately put his phone down as if he was caught and Graham went serious as Jose said, “Sorry boss. I shouldn’t be on my phone while at work.” Jose put his hands up with an apologetic look. Chad was so locked into his panic about Emma he only looked to Graham, ignoring Jose unintentionally, “Graham, can I talk to you for a moment?” Graham caught Chad’s serious look in confusion, “Of course.” He got up and walked out as Jose cursed under his breath. Graham followed Chad to his office upstairs. As soon as they got to his office, Chad was pacing and Graham closed the door, “Did you know?” Graham frowned, “About the Sav dominatrix thing? I had no idea she was into that.” He shrugged, confused by the context of Chad’s question. Chad leaned on his desk, eyeing Graham, “No – I mean… Emma leaking that. Are you both still in contact with the Agency?” “No. It doesn’t exist anymore, how could we be? If there was even a sliver left of it, MacGyver would be the only person left I’d think.” He shrugged. Chad squinted at Graham, “MacGyver… like the movie?” “It was the mob boss of the company in the best description I could give you. He, they, whatever they are, trained Emma. I never met them but from Emma’s told me, they are incredibly stealthy and probably could have completed the job.” Chad rubbed his jaw in stress, realizing there was a hidden piece of this entire puzzle Emma never even told him about. Why would she even keep this type of detail out? “Okay… so you wouldn’t believe Emma still works for the Agency and sent the email of Sav today?” Graham frowned, “No… why would she?” The gears were turning in Chad’s brain, pieces of this puzzle coming together, “She had the screenshot of Sav on her phone. Do you think it’s possible this MacGyver would frame her?” Graham paused, his eyes flashing, “Yes. And if I remember correctly, they had eyes and ears anywhere devices are around on his victims.” Graham took out his phone, bringing out the device and showing Chad as he turned his off. Chad put his hand over his mouth, pulling his phone out and refreshing the Find My app, feeling more anxious by the moment as Emma’s location still showed the parking garage from hours ago. He turned off his phone, going to his computer and shutting it down before speaking again. “You think this person would be compromising my company’s devices still?” “Yes, and your personal ones. If this person is still hacking that is. I haven’t heard of MacGyver in a year. No one’s seen or worked with them in a hot second, but they created the Jenkins Firm from my understanding. If they created it, I’m sure they’d want to have revenge on whoever exposed their cybercriminal career.” Graham said what Chad was thinking, “Which, if you ask me, I think you probably did with hiring Ted, right?” Chad shook his head, “Sure. It seems I have a target on my head still.” He paused, eyes shifting in thought at his floor, “That’s a later concern though. Emma is gone and I have no idea where she went. I…” Chad’s eyes met Graham’s apologetically, “Was a bit cold to her earlier and told her to leave. Since she left, she’s been off location, and her phone’s off.” Graham’s eyes flashed in concern, swallowing, “You should have told me that sooner. That’s not good.” Graham ran a hand through his hair, now feeling equally as stressed. “Why? Do you think she’s in danger?” He asked, standing and wanting to turn his phone back on but now paranoid of this fucking MacGyver person in his phone. Graham shook his head, “I mean, last time she turned off her phone – given, a different circumstance..." Graham paused, eyes flickering in the sad memory, "She ended up in the ICU for a suicide attempt.” Graham’s eyes shifted to Chad’s, “God, I can’t believe I just told you that. Please don’t tell her I did; she’d literally kill me.” Chad’s heart swelled in pain and deep regret from how he treated Emma earlier that day, “God damnit. I wish you told me that I lot sooner.” Chad paced with one hadn't going through his hair, thinking, “Where do you think she’d go? Where did she end up last time?” Graham shrugged, “Probably the falls. That place she likes to hike a lot.” Chad went to his satchel, throwing his items into it, “Menomee Falls. I’ll try there.” Graham said, “I’ll come with. There’s a few trails right? At least two of us may make it easier.” “Sure. Let’s go. Before anything… happens.” Chad said roughly, eyes pained and his mind trying not to think of the worst. Chad didn’t know what the hell was going on in his life nor business, but the only thing he truly cared about was his little baby girl and her safety. Chad needed to make sure she was okay, no matter if she betrayed him or not. If she did, that was a later problem. Right now, he needed her, as much as she may need him. Nothing mattered anymore to Chad besides having her in his arms. ________________ Dun. Dun. Dun. *Evil laughter from author behind screen* 😈 I don't think anyone will guess what's coming next for our characters and I'm excited to hear your reactions to these chapters. More to come this next week!

Chapter 47: Darkness Cold. That was the best way to describe Chad as Emma followed him back into his office as he sat half on his desk, crossing his arms and staring at her. He didn’t even tell her to sit as he pensively looked at her. His face was a icy expression, one Emma didn’t know and that look hurt her. After a few moments, he spoke, “First, I want to make this clear: this is a nonsexual, contractual relationship between us. What happened earlier was unacceptable.” Emma blinked, shaking her head, “I-I didn’t mean-“ “I don’t care.” He quickly cut her off without any emotion, voice firm, “Never again, am I understood?” Emma blinked, eyes becoming watery as his words stabbed her chest, “Yes.” “Good.” He said, his jaw feathering as his eyes flickered in hurt before going back to a cold look, “The email that was just sent… I thought you weren’t connected with that agency anymore. My only question is: why?” Emma was taken aback; did he really think that was her? Emma blinked, realizing that maybe Ted hadn’t told him or that maybe Emma should have about MacGyver… she hadn’t had a moment to talk to Chad with all the meetings this week and it was a big mistake on her part. She really thought Chad would have known by Ted’s weekly reports on the case- had he not told Chad either? Emma shook her head, “No, that wasn’t me. I just spoke to Ted earlier this week-“ Chad’s eyes were flickering in pain, the hurt of being crossed, as he cut her off, “Emma. Ted would have told me something by now, wouldn’t he have?” Emma squinted at the desk, eyes shifting and trying to think of a good way to explain to Chad that Ted told her not to say anything and she knew she couldn’t with Macgyver listening into their conversation. She sighed and shook her head, “I don’t know-“ Chad nodded and looked to be not believing her, crossing his arms, “Collect your things and go home.” Emma’s head snapped up to Chad, surprised by his coldness, “What? Chad, that wasn’t me!” Emma didn’t know what to say as her eyes looked at Chad’s empty ones, already void of emotion and checked out of their relationship. “I need time to think about things and from your history, it’s hard to trust anything you say, Emma.” He said, Chad’s eyes looking bored without any flicker of affection that they held only mere hours before. “Please, go.” Emma felt frozen, like she couldn’t speak suddenly as air felt like it left her body. His cold look was gut-wrenching to Emma as she gulped and nodded, going to her desk that had her clothes from earlier that morning. She grabbed her blouse and put it over her onesie top, looking down and happy to see the top semi-hid her onesie that only peaked out a few millimeters at the collar. Emma dared a look over to Chad who went to his computer and cold-shouldered her, not even glancing in her direction as her brain was split in pain of Chad’s sudden cold state, the fact that he disconnected emotionally, and her trying to piece together what the fuck had happened. Emma felt herself feel the singe of pain in her heart as she went through the office. Luckily, people were staring at the company email instead of looking at her leave. Emma walked with blurred vision as she got to the elevator, not even acknowledging Jessica when she asked where Emma was going. Emma took the elevator down to the car garage as her vision became blurry with her tears as she went to her car. She sat in her car for a few moments, tears streaming down her cheeks, not knowing what to do. Emma’s brain couldn’t rationalize why Chad would turn so cold so quick. Did he really think it was her after everything? Emma sat for a few moments, realizing that it was either she was being framed or that MacGyver wasn’t framing her but just completing a job for a client. It had to be MacGyver, not her! Yet, even if Emma told Chad that, Chad still wouldn’t believe her. She had a broken wall of trust with Chad and she felt that from the way he spoke to her just moments before. A dark feeling seeped into Emma. One she hadn’t felt in a while and, instead of trying to talk to Chad or convince him in text that it wasn’t her, she didn’t have the energy. Emma was hurt, really fucking hurt. She had fallen for Chad, developed feelings and needed him in some twisted and fucked up way. From the moment he closed off his emotions, Emma felt a dark shift in her being, one that didn’t see reason in being alive without him. Chad gave her a purpose and feeling of being something in life. Without his attention, affection and care, she suddenly felt like nothing, like her existence was an absolute lost cause in the world. Emma felt tears travel down her cheeks as her heart felt like it had a knife in it and was turning, knowing the place she’d go and what she wanted to do.

Chapter 46: The Setup Emma. Emma sat in silence with Derek, her mind muddled with everything that had happened the hour before. After she accidentally orgasmed, Chad didn’t say anything after what happened. He gave her a sharp look and pushed her skirt down with a cold expression suddenly taking over his expression, “I think our break is over. I have a meeting coming up so I’ll walk you to Derek’s office.” He switched so quickly to the cold shoulder; Emma was thrown off since his body said otherwise. She didn’t mean to do that… it just was so much at once and she couldn’t control her body! The spanking earlier that morning mixed with the tickling and verbal teasing worked her up to the point she just shuddered in a release of her body’s swirling heat. Emma got off Chad, feeling the weight of the diaper and the mortification of not only wetting her diaper but… she felt tingling in her whole body from the moment still. Even when she got to Derek’s office, she felt the after effects of the orgasm. She played her dragon game in silence as Derek thankfully worked hard on a project he needed to get out before 11AM which left Emma to her thoughts as she kept replaying the moment and how Chad reacted afterwards. He was cold, annoyed with her. She knew he didn’t have a meeting that soon either and that thought crushed her even further as she sank in her swivel chair. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t even think about her outfit until she got in Derek’s office and Chad left her briskly. Emma was embarrassed to a new level from that. She had her first intimate moment with a CEO of a fucking company who treated her like a baby accidentally, how was she ever going to get over the humility of the situation? It was dumb of her to even think Chad thought anything else of her and now she knew the mistakes she made… but, Chad did show that he was also aroused. Emma’s brain kept switching back and forth, beyond confused of Chad’s reactions to her. As time neared lunch, Derek finally sent out his project and turned to Emma, “So what trouble did little baby Emma get in that you got sent here?” Emma shrugged, “I don’t want to talk about it.” She said with a frown, staring at her phone game. Emma didn’t look up, trying to hide how hurt she really was. She felt Derek’s gaze for a few more moments before he turned back to his computer, “Hm, okay then.” Emma blinked, her eyes watery from the thoughts as she took in a breath, trying to forget it it even happened. Another fifteen minutes passed and Derek said suddenly, “Oh shit.” He opened a new email as his eyes widened on what was on the screen. Emma looked over his shoulder, her stomach dropping as her heart rate skipped in her chest, “Fuck.” Her eyes went to the picture on Derek’s email of Sav in a dominatrix outfit with a whip in her hand and a few more obscene photos and screenshots that Emma had seen before. Then, Emma’s eyes darted to the door opening suddenly, Chad’s intense and unwavering gaze falling on her. “Emma, to my office. Now.”

Chapter 45: Falling Chad. Chad had sent Emma to Derek’s office to be watched during his meeting before the end of day. He didn’t change her, deciding it’d be good if they had some separation for a few hours and maybe it’d be a small additional punishment for what had just happened. It was unacceptable how she behaved and he didn’t know how to reprimand her because he was so taken off guard by her response to his touch. Chad went through a Zoom call with a client, slightly out of it and not focused like he usually found himself. As his fellow Zoom attendees talked over a project that didn’t involve him, his mind drifted. He couldn’t believe it, no, wouldn’t believe it. Chad knew she was aroused from spankings but the diapers? He didn’t see that coming, nor his touch causing that. He’d never done that with a little who knew they liked diapers. The diaper pats and squishing weren’t usually enough for an orgasm. A vibrator could do the trick, but what he did… he wasn’t trying to make her cum. He was trying to regress her, make her feel little. He’d never done that to anyone he diapered nor so easily either. Let alone a girl who didn’t know she even liked diapers or being treated like a baby. Chad didn’t cross the sexual line, ever. It was a rare, and even rarer occasion with a little. He’d never had a dominant and little relationship that was sexual either, no matter how much past littles would beg. He liked to keep it nonsexual and would consider doing those things if he was going to marry someone. Sex meant too many emotions he wouldn’t allow himself to have with someone and he wouldn’t let someone see him in that way until he was ready. Chad knew he could be animalistic and feral when it came to the bedroom and he wouldn’t let anyone see him like that unless he knew they’d be his forever. There were no exceptions to his rule, well, until today. Chad ruminated about it for longer after his meeting was over, still wondering how to handle it. He should be firm and have a talk with her, he knew it. She was being bad and he felt like he couldn’t contain himself for a moment as he watched her. He usually could control himself, yet this… this threw him completely off and he had no idea how to handle it. Her face flushing in embarrassment. Her small gasp and breathing hitching. Her green eyes fluttering. Chad was so damn turned on and he couldn’t stop his primal reaction. Women were lucky they didn’t get hard. It was unfortunate because he didn’t want to show anything. He didn't want to show that it excited him nor that he was even a sliver of that he was feeling just as aroused as her. He told himself he wouldn’t show his emotions, like he did in his prior little and daddy situationships. Yes, you read that right. Situationships. He didn’t date littles because, well, if the relationship broke off, he wouldn’t be able to handle his issues without needing medication or help again. Anxiety stabbed like a knife when Chad felt out of control. It was too much for him once upon a time and he went to an outpatient program for it. He saw a therapist for some time over that and his anger issues associated. He wasn’t abusive, yet he knew he had a temper that he never fully could fix. Come to find out, the whole little girl and daddy dom dynamic fit perfectly for him since he could transfer that anger into his dominance over his littles and it was sought after by littles. Although, none of them understood that his anger and control was a side effect of his anxiety. He was scared of a lot of things, like losing people, being unable to contact them or not being able to help when they needed him, and he needed reassurance in the form of control. He’d be lying to say that it didn’t excite him in the moments of power and control, but it was a double-edged sword. The excitement made it fun, yet there was always a layer of anxiety and fearing the unknown. That’s where the control came in and there was little to be unknown. That’s why he accessed Emma’s information so quickly, knowing she couldn’t disappear if he had her location and access to everything. It took away his anxiety of the attachment he already had to her and the fear of her leaving if he pushed her too far. After today though, he didn’t know if she would leave. He knew she enjoyed spankings and could tell she liked his dominance… yet the diaper touching was a new one he didn’t expect. He thought she’d hate it or get tired of it and that’d be the tipping point. He thought maybe she’d be disgusted, and the exact opposite happened. Emma surprised him, more than he’d like to admit, and he had began falling. This whole situation was terrifying him and, for the first time in a long while, he had caught feelings for someone. Those feelings were manifesting physically for him and he didn't know how to even stop it at this point. Chad took in a slow breath, calming himself as he began getting worked up at the thought of her body shuddering on him and the feelings he just couldn’t ignore anymore. He had work to do and things to think about how to reprimand her behavior to not do that again. Part of him knew that she couldn’t help it, but the other part wanted to give her another punishment. He wouldn’t push her too far considering what she just did on him, but it was tempting. He had to figure her out and what punishments she wouldn’t get excited by. Part of him wondered if that existed for Emma, yet he was determined to find out. Safe to say, Chad his work cut out for him.

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