Lionsheart

Chapter 6: So It Can Get Worse It repeated over and over again in Emma’s head as she sat silently next to Jessica until lunchtime: He’s never kept a personal assistant more than 6 months. Six. Fucking. Months. That was her minimum contract length! Was this a cruel joke? If not one personal assistant made it more than 6 months, how would she? She was barely surviving the tense exchange this morning with Chad! Emma got broken out of her thoughts with a tour of the office building before lunch that Jessica could introduce her to most of the staff. Jessica introduced Emma to most of the office workers on the first floor before going up the stairs and across the glass lined balcony area to where executive level employees were. Jessica didn’t go into any of the offices and walked to the last hallways where a large semi-opaque black glass lined meeting office with floor to ceiling windows and a beautiful view of Charlotte looked out. Jessica knocked on the black glass door and one person behind the door said, “Come in.” Jessica walked in with Emma trotting with her boot behind her as Emma felt hot again, seeing a large dark glass table full of executive level management and a familiar set of intense brown eyes. She glanced at his eyes, then to Jessica uncomfortably. “Sorry to intrude on your meeting. Thought I’d introduce the new hire. Everyone this is Gabby, our new office personal assistant.” Jessica nodded to Emma who’s cheeks were suddenly red in the introduction. She felt the stage fright, although she wasn't even on a goddamned stage. “Hi, I’m Gabby.” That was all she could get out. Jessica pointed to the first person in front of them, “This is Doug, the creative director,” Doug was a middle aged man with thick square black glasses who smiled and nodded to Emma, “Derek, our Chief Financial Officer.” Emma connected her eyes with a handsome guy with black medium length hair casually styled back and green eyes who was almost as handsome as Chad to Emma and, coincidentally, her 2nd target for her assignment, “This is our Chief Executive Officer, Chad Williams who you’ve met already,” Chad sat at the head of the table, his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and his arm veins showing with a serious look on his face as Emma met his eyes again. She wanted to die from embarrassment by one look that she had to break the eye contact, it was too hot in here suddenly. Why was she even embarrassed though? She realized she didn’t even nod or smile at him as Jessica continued, “This is Savannah but prefers Sav, our Chief Marketing Officer.” The third target of Emma’s, a mid-thirties woman with wavy long dark brown hair, almost black eyes that were black lined and cold connected with Emma’s. She smiled with her mauve lipstick to Emma and gave a nod. The realization hit Emma hard that she was in a room full of intimidation and snakes. It was beyond unsettling and Emma had failed to keep her facade in the instant she had entered the room. Emma snapped back into the present moment as Jessica kept going, “This is Adam, the Operations Manager,” Emma’s eyes connected with large brown eyes and a wide smile with short brown hair, her 4th and final target. Jessica nodded to the last mid-forties Asian guy, “Lastly, this is Eugene, our IT manager.” Her eyes drifted to him who looked introverted as he nodded in her direction but kept his eyes glued on his laptop in front of him. In past assignments, it was easy for her to get into data by seducing an IT manager. She had feared that she would need a different approach this time around because he looked quite uninterested already. Bummer. Emma grinned charmingly, grasping her mask that slipped far away, and nodded to the room, “Nice to meet everyone.” The room was a cold silence as Emma looked to anyone else but Chad, avoiding his stare like the plague. Jessica nodded and walked out as Emma hobbled as quick as she could behind her. “Think they like you.” Jessica said, with sarcasm dripping from her words. “Ditto.” Emma said, feeling shaky from the day and needing food. Jessica saw her phone light up and reading a text. “They want a food order pickup and I have to stay at the desk. I’ll text you the order to place and pickup. They need it by 12:30PM.” Jessica said, her blue eyes looking to Emma. “Okay, uh, sure.” Emma said, not knowing what time it was since her phone was in her purse in the drawer, “What time is it?” “It’s 11:45AM.” Jessica said, pausing, “You get a lunch of 30 minutes but it looks like you probably will be walking most of it, especially with your boot.” Jessica said, her eyes looking down for a moment in pity of the poor girl as she looked back up, “Pro tip: bring protein bars for lunch. This isn’t the first time nor last you will be working through it.” They got back to the front reception area and Emma scurried to get her purse. She was hungry and skipped breakfast. She didn’t have much room to skip lunch too. After not sleeping well, she really needed something to get her though the rest of this day. Emma looked at her phone and saw Jessica’s text of the order. It was a long list of sandwiches, salads, soups and cookies with different add-on’s at Potbelly. She went to the Potbelly app and saw the closest Potbelly was a ten minute walk. She cursed under her breath, knowing with her boot it'd be probably 15 minutes at her new pace. Jessica handed Emma a card, “This is Chad’s company card, charge it on there. I’d make sure to be back in time, you may lose your job like one of the past assistants did. The last girl was only a minute late.” She said without a trace of emotion, “Goodluck.” She said, before going to lunch separately. Emma cursed under her breath, scrambling to place the order and hobbling quickly to the elevator. She went down to the ground floor and walked as fast as she could to the Potbelly. She was there before the order was even ready. She saw a long line and said, “Fuck.” She was hoping the line was small so she could get a cookie or something before going back into her new work. “Order for Gabby.” The worker announced as Gabby hobbled up to the counter. “Yep, that’s me. Thanks!” She said, looking at her time and seeing it was already 12:15PM. She walked as fast as she could to the office, almost taking a wrong turn as she walked to the elevators in a sticky sweat from the hustle and weight of the bags she held with beverages and food. She tried to cool down in the elevator as she got to the 14th floor, walking to the staircase and staring for a moment, realizing she needed an arm to go up the staircase with her boot when she was doing the tour earlier. Emma put her elbow on the side rail and leaned into it, pulling her leg up and getting her bad ankle into a swinging momentum up the staircase. She felt a dull pain, but it was worth it as she got to the top. Her eyes fell down to her camisole, seeing that the chocolate shake she carried in one of the bags sloshed on her shirt and stained the white satin material. “Fuck.” She grumbled softly to herself before hobbling to the large office room where she walked in, finding only Chad inside. His expression was amused as his eyes trailed from her stained camisole to her flustered face and messy hair. Her heart was racing from the climb of stairs and her walk, but seeing him by himself in the room jumped her heart rate to cardio levels. She set the food and drinks on the table, trying to ignore his stare as she stood straight and was about to leave. She was feeling hangry, after all, and she didn't want her attitude to slip near Chad. At least, not after their exchange that morning. “Someone made a mess.” He said, eyes trailing to her camisole in an intimidating tone, “Have you considered wearing a bib when you eat?” Emma’s mouth fell open and her already red face turned brighter at the mention of bib, “I-“ She heard someone enter the room behind her and she swallowed, “I didn’t eat anything, just got some of someone’s shake on me while walking here.” She said in a quiet fume. The audacity of him. A bib, really? Was she a small child? She felt like one in his presence suddenly. It was jarring to her as she realized her mask had slipped again, for the third time that day. Maybe if she wasn’t hangry she’d be more pleasant, yet that wasn’t the case right now. Chad stood to his full length and walked over to the large bag of food, picking up a double chocolate chip cookie, “Here.” He stuck out the cookie to her, “Thank you for picking this up and being on time. I'm impressed you made it on time with your boot.” He mused, humor playing on his expression. It was like he wanted her to be late. Like this was a game and she survived this round unscathed. Emma's mind seethed at that thought, storing it away to unpack later. Emma looked at the cookie in his hand, taking it and saying, “Uhm, thank you.” That was strangely nice. He didn’t have to, but he did. He grabbed a napkin and passed it to her, “Be careful eating, you wouldn’t want to make any more messes on your cute little top, hm?” Emma blinked a few times, staring up at Chad in confusion by how he could fold an insult into the blanket of a compliment and hand it to her so casually, “Sure.” She said shortly, an edge in her voice as she turned and left the room, passing Sav who watched the new assistant leave in a red faced state. Minutes later, Emma was eating her piece of cookie as she walked into the bathroom on the first floor, looking to see there were no paper towels, only air hand dryers, “Fuckity fuck.” She growled in a whisper, going to the stall to grab a few pieces of toilet paper. She blotted her camisole and cardigan that the chocolate shake got onto in a small drop. The stain was still there after a few blots and she could only hope it’d come out in the wash. Emma sighed and went to the stall, peeing and eating her cookie at the same time as quickly as she could, knowing she was supposed to be back with Jessica already. She ate the last of her cookie as she stood and pulled up her skirt, a chocolate chip piece falling and going on her camisole on the opposite side of the shake spill. “Oh, so this day can get worse.” She mumbled to herself, trying to dab the piece and only smearing it on her camisole even more. Emma's brain replayed Chad's words moments before. Be careful eating, you wouldn’t want to make any more messes on your cute little top, hm? Talk about adding insult to injury, huh. She buttoned her cardigan, but it didn’t fully hide the stains peaking out. Emma splashed water on her face and fixed her hair before going back to the front reception. She slowly walked up as Chad was laughing with Jessica at the front, saying something with a wickedly handsome smile as Emma walked around the corner. He was still half-smiling as his eyes traveled to Emma briefly who quietly sat down. “I’ll let you get back to work. My meeting starts in 5.” He said to Jessica, giving Emma a cold shoulder as he walked down the hallway back to his office. Jessica’s smile quickly faded as her eyes looked at her, “Well, you somewhat passed the first test." She paused a beat as her eyes rolled, "Besides being late getting back here.” She said. “Sorry, I had to go to the restroom.” Emma said in response. Jessica shrugged, “I don’t care if you’re not back in time, not like it affects me.” She logged into her computer, “It was Chad who noticed.” She said, going to the office’s calendar. Emma swallowed, not responding. She had a feeling Chad Williams would be the death of her and possibly make her quit her hacking job after this assignment. $120K payout, $120K payout, $120K payout. She repeated that in her head, hoping it’d make the simmering heat in her body in unwelcomed places and contradicting feelings to who she thought she was go away. Yet, she couldn’t stop the feelings. They made her feel things she hadn’t since high school and it was insulting. Utterly insulting, really.

I'm happy to hear this! Sometimes I feel biased in writing my own stories and thinking it's just me catching feelings of being on edge while writing, haha. I'll post some more chapters this weekend, hoping you enjoy them! Chapter 5: So We Meet Again Emma scrolled through the 10 page personal assistant contract, carefully reading every line to make sure she wasn’t signing her soul away to the devil himself. Everything looked fairly normal and formal. She had an NDA to sign but it was the typical corporate NDA when working as an administrative assistant. Non-disclosure agreements didn’t affect Emma anyways since she signed under a fake name. She was already illegally entering the contracts, it didn’t really matter if she leaked all of this companies data at the end of the day. Her eyes narrowed on one part of the contract. She read a line in the NDA about not sharing or speaking about office conversations in public settings or with anyone besides other employees. The employee must bring their issues to management to alert human resources. “Interesting.” She mumbled, expecting some verbiage that was different. She’d read that line a few times, knowing full-well the way Chad talked to her was condescending. She e-signed the NDA and moved onto the Administrative Assistant roles contract. She read greedily the roles from email management, personal assistance to management, to scheduling. Her eyes glared when she scrolled down to the dress code. She saw in the dress code that all employees should be kept professional, trimmed down beards for men and makeup or hair done appropriate for the workplace for women. She groaned, seeing that they required skirts and dresses for women, no allowance of pants. What place was so sexist that women had to wear dresses and skirts? Luckily, she wore her only skirt in her wardrobe for the interview but damn, did she hate wearing them. It was hard to not show a panty line, let alone wear underwear. She much preferred to wear pants, or, better, jeans. She signed the contract with a sigh of annoyance, knowing she’d have to go shopping over the weekend for new skirts and dresses. Her eyes glanced to her boot, frowning that her goal was to hide it by pants but it didn’t look like that was an option anymore. She threw her head back in another groan, knowing she’d look like a child hobbling into work with her booted ankle and a skirt. She was hoping for some dignity and confidence in pants, now the realization hit her she wouldn’t have even that in facing Chad a second time and possibly multiple times a week. Emma completed the e-sign document with a bitter taste in her mouth and the frustrated feeling she felt in Chad’s office bubbling up to her cheeks, thinking back to her interview. She shook off the feeling, going back to her rom com book she was reading prior to filling out her forms, accepting her new fate and bracing for impact. The next week crept by too quickly for Emma’s liking. Before she knew it, it was the night before her first day of work. She set out her clothes and tried going to bed early. It was a failed attempt as she tossed and turned, anxious about the next day. About seeing him again. His intense stare, that look he gave her. It kept replaying in her head as she laid in bed with her eyes closed and ruminating thoughts. She grumbled after a few hours, peaking at her phone to see it was 3AM. She sighed in annoyance with herself, wondering why she couldn’t sleep. This was the first assignment she ever felt… nervous. Usually she was confident and relaxed, enjoying her craft of hacking into data she was never supposed to get into, yet this assignment made her weary and she hadn’t even began it yet. Chad’s warm brown eyes flashed in her head again, making her palms sweaty as she tossed on her bed. His stare. His body language that day that intimidated her. The look of calm mixed with a feral energy within his eyes brushed her mind like a soft caress as she finally fell asleep at 3:30AM. She woke up to her alarm a few hours later, groaning and reminding herself that every moment was closer to $120K commission. She got up, hobbling over to her clothes and taking off her boot to shimmy into her mermaid black skirt that hugged her curvy hips with a scalloped lining. She pulled on her satin white camisole top, tucking it into her skirt and shrugging on her soft white cardigan. She brought her boot back on, looking into the mirror and frowning. She looked too cute for her liking and like a damn intern on their first day with the boot! She eyed her closet, contemplating changing into the other long sleeve top that was a bodysuit to give her a less cute, more professional look. Since her plan was to show some cleavage on the first day she had decided against it. Her best plan of action was to get some male and maybe even female attention on her first day like she always did. It wasn’t like she had big breasts anyways but she was at least blessed with C-cups and they looked great in her pushup bra. If she leaned in the right way, she was almost a surefire aim and sink for one or two of the single managers to get close to her. Then she’d strike when they least expected it’d be her. Emma sighed at her uncomfortable attire and boot, grabbing her purse and reaffirming in her head that this was the best outfit choice for on day one. She had a few other outfits already set aside for the week and this one was the most eye-catching she could put together. Emma drove for 20 minutes into the city of Charlotte, pulling into the parking deck and scanning her printed parking pass she was sent via email. She pulled into where the employees of Penn & Williams parked in the blue zones, getting out and walking, no, hobbling to the elevators. Emma was fifteen minutes early and didn’t want to make a bad first impression, it was her signature strategy that always got her in the good graces of her future management. She had a lot of ground to cover from her first interview, after all. She’d have to make herself a stellar employee, there was not room for any more slip ups of her facade like she had during the interview. Emma hobbled into the elevator and pressed the 14th floor button, taking a slow breath in as she prepared herself mentally for the day ahead and who she'd see. As the doors began sliding closed, someone's hand caught the elevator doors that she didn’t see earlier and walked in. Her eyes widened for a moment as she met familiar warm brown eyes. “Gabriella, up bright and early for your first day, hm?” Chad’s intense stare looked down to her, a smirk placed on his face. Humor played on his expression like the first time they met, as if he was thinking something and not saying it aloud. Emma gulped as her pulse quickened, she hadn’t realized how tall he was until they were directly next to each other. At Emma’s height of 5’2, he towered over at a steady 6’3. He was built and muscular, that was apparent under his white dress shirt he wore. He was large in comparison to her petite frame and she felt so tiny in his presence, it was insulting. Emma realized she had lost her whole train of thought in an instant, her mask disappearing from seeing him. She expected to see him that day, but not this soon. She saw the doors close. Her heart racing at the thought that they were now alone in an elevator together. The elevator hummed up the building as she realized how quiet she had become, “I-“ She took in a slow breath, “I prefer Gabby, by the way. I try to be in early.” She gave a small, timid smile. His eyes never left her, studying her expression almost like he was a human lie detector. “Good, we expect you to be early every day. Our team likes coffee started before the rest of our office clocks in.” His eyes trailed down to her outfit and boot briefly. “Is your leg okay?” He asked, tilting his head, a trace of concern hinting his voice. Emma looked down at her ankle, forgetting she even had the damn boot on. She blushed deeply and frowned, “Yes, just sprained it hiking the other week.” There was a flicker of intrigue in Chad’s eyes, “Hm. Where do you usually hike?” She had a feeling he also hiked from the look he gave her. Emma bit her tongue, realizing she made a grave mistake in sharing a personal hobby. If she quit in 6 months, she didn’t want to come across Chad again. She said with a grin up to him, “Places where I like to trip and sprain my ankle.” Chad’s smirk on his face suddenly disappeared and his jaw tightened as a calm anger flickered in his smoldering brown eyes. Emma didn’t know how his warm and charming eyes could change so quickly, yet they did in an instant. Emma realized the mistake she made as his features changed. Emma said it in a way that she was trying to be funny and playful, yet her playfulness seemed to mistranslate to Chad as a smart aleck response. She felt tension build in the elevator like a thick, invisible fog. Emma had hit a nerve with Chad unknowingly, that was certain. So much for trying to redeem my interview. She thought to herself, staring at him like a doe in headlights. The elevators opened, saving Emma from Chad’s quiet wrath that made Emma feel suddenly very very small. He left the elevator, saying in an authoritative tone, “Gabriella, how about you sit in the reception area. Jessica will be in around 6:55AM and you will shadow her the next week.” He walked away without a look back to her as she took a moment to absorb what in the fuck just even happened within 2 minutes. Sit, he said to her, like a dog. Emma felt the frustration simmering under the surface again as she nodded, not saying a word as she hobbled over and took a seat. Not to mention, the audacity of him to even to say ‘Gabriella’ still after she corrected him earlier! It wasn’t even her real name but it still upset her. The way he said her name was so low and seductive that it was insulting. She felt like she was in trouble, yet she felt exhilarated at the same time. That feeling of heat traveled from her chest to below her stomach, but also rose to her face. What in the fuck was wrong with her? She thought, looking at her nails she got manicured over the weekend. They were French tip nails and cleanly polished that she picked at the sides of in anxiousness as she waited for Jessica. A few new coworkers walked in and then Jessica came in, a standoffish look on her face as she put her purse in her desk and looked over to Emma. Emma stood, walking slowly over as Jessica didn’t even look at her. Weird, she was super friendly when Emma met her. “Hey Jessica. Chad said I’d be shadowing you this next week.” Emma said, a bit quieter than she intended. Jessica logged into her computer, “Great.” She said, still not looking at Emma. “Since it's your first day, I'll let you in on some unspoken rules here." She paused, clocking into work and looking to Emma, "The first rule is do not talk to me until I clock in. The second rule is to not piss off upper management unless you want a hell of a time here." Her blue eyes shifted, studying Emma's face, "Which you’ve seemed to already have done this morning that now you’re shadowing me. Not sure why they selected you, but here we are.” Jessica said, deadpanned to Emma. Emma’s smile faded, the façade disappearing the second time that day. She blinked, “Was I not supposed to shadow you this next week?” “No, Mr. Williams wanted you shadowing Derek or Sav in management. Lucky for you, I’m much more-“ She paused, looking for the right word, “pleasant to work with.” Huh, that was interesting. Emma thought to herself. Emma was beginning to suspect that this was a much more complicated office than she anticipated. “Well, I look forward to getting to learn from you.” “I don’t think I’ll be teaching you as much for your role, but I’ll try my best. You’ll be reporting to Mr. Williams eventually, best of luck to you with that one.” She said lowly as she sat and opened her email. “You can sit there.” She nodded to the swivel chair behind her, “Feel free to stuff your purse below the desk or in a drawer.” “Oh, what’s that supposed to mean?” Emma asked curiously, putting her purse in the drawer. Jessica smiled flatly, “He’s never kept a personal assistant more than 6 months since the position opened. That’s all I’ll say.” Well, that made her assignment a bit more complicated considering her contract was 6 months with the Agency.

Chapter 4: Fuckity Fuck That Saturday, Emma took a long 2.5 mile hike to a waterfall by herself. She sat near the waterfall rocks, watching a couple take pictures underneath it near where the waterfall fell in a scenic cascade behind them. She sighed, ignoring the sad lonely pull she felt in thinking about being single. It had it’s perks, yet there were downsides like hiking by yourself when your friends were busy. Not to mention the boredom that follows. She’d been single since a toxic high school situation-ship, not real relationship, with a quarterback that lead to her being humiliated by the cheer squad. It was simply the fact that she was weird and bullying ensued from the jealousy of the lead cheerleader. That was a later thing that Emma would unpack, but, ever since then, Emma had the an unsatiable desire for a partner who she felt safe with. The insecurities and mental challenges she’d faced made her not even attempt dating, and, not to mention, she found through her corporate hacking career that men were just filthy anyways with their cheating, dick pics and sexual harassment at the workplace. It wasn’t worth her time and as much as she tried to convince herself into being lesbian, she still craved a man. It was fucked in her head, really. She was hit on a lot by lesbians from spending time at gay bars with her friends, but it never worked out. Emma had been on a date or two, even got to second base with a girl. The emotional connection just wasn’t satisfying to her internal problems and desires. She truly believed at this stage, she could live without a partner. It may just be her destiny, really. Emma walked the trail back, on her last half mile, she slipped and twisted her foot. She gasped and cursed under her breath in pain, “Fuckity fuck fucky!” She groaned as she got up, knowing this meant she’d have to go to the doctor. She hobbled back to her car in pain with every movement. After driving to the nearest ER, she got imaging and found her ankle was a Grade 1 sprain that required a boot and an orthopedic follow up in two weeks. “Sure, that’s fine.” Emma sighed as the pain meds set in and she was given a boot to wear the next two weeks. Great, this is just great, Emma thought to herself. The only benefits was she got a good kick of pain meds that made her sleepy and she could get in a well-deserved nap once she got home. The nap would make her single bored life go away for another few hours, that was certain. The next day she called off of work, telling her boss that she had to be on bed rest the next two days for her sprain. After she took a strong pain medicine, she fell asleep watching the Bachelor. She woke up to her phone buzzing and answered it. “Hi, is this Gabriella Simmons?” The woman on the voice said. She knew it was Jessica from the familiar voice. Emma blinked, realizing it was the Penn & Williams Firm in her pain medicated post-nap state, “Uhm, yes?” She winced at herself, realizing she sounded too confused on a simple question. “We have great news; our management choose your application for the Administrative Assistant role starting at $22/hour and would like to go forward with your onboarding process. Start date would be April the 12th.” Emma’s jaw dropped, not expecting to receive any type of job invite. Her brain waking up faster as the realization hit her. She realized she kept her waiting a moment later, “I think Monday would work.” Emma said over the phone, looking at her phone calendar and seeing it was next Monday. She blinked to her ankle boot, realizing she spoke too soon. Well, fuck, maybe she should have checked her calendar first before agreeing. Idiot, Emma thought to herself. “Great! I will tell management. We will forward the onboarding documents through email that need to be signed in the next 24 hours and a drug test will need to be completed before end of this week.” Jessica said. “Thank you and will do. Excited to start soon.” She said, tried to put her voice in a higher octave to make it seem like she was actually excited when, deep down, dread and anxiety crept into her about seeing Chad again. Part of her craved seeing him, but another part of her was terrified. Fuckity fuck fuck, Emma though to herself at the situation. She now just entered a very dangerous game of cat and mouse. She thought when she spoke to Brittney she’d be the cat, but now she’s suddenly feeling like the mouse. She was a sneaky mouse, yet it seemed like Chad was perhaps not like other targets she worked with. She wouldn’t give him that much credit… yet at least. Things seemed to suddenly get much more complicated, that was sure.

Yes!! Chad is probably one of my favorite characters I've written. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story! Haha yay!! It's a slow burn to the diapers but I promise it will be worth the wait. ☺️ Chapter 3: Far Away Emma went out for drinks with Graham at the gay bar that night, being his wingman like usual and having a glass of wine or two after the day she had. “So, how was the interview?” Emma had completely blacked out the interview, considering she went home feeling hot for a few hours from embarrassment mixed with failing an interview that cost her 120K payout she’d never have again. “I fucking blew it.” Emma said quickly, not wanting to remember it or talk further about it. “You… blew it? How? You never F up an interview.” Graham said, a bit surprised. “I had an interview with the wrong person and got thrown off. I’m not ready to talk about it.” She snapped, looking away in annoyance. “Fiesty tonight. Sorry I hit a nerve.” Graham said, eyeing a guy across the bar and tilting his head, “How about him?” Emma looked across the way, a taller muscular male stood near the bar on the other side, “Definitely daddy vibes.” “Like real dad vibes or daddy dom vibes?” Graham eyed him again as he took a sip of his drink and Emma almost spit out her drink from what he said. “Like ‘daddy without the dom’ vibes. The in between. Dominant but not? I don’t know.” She shrugged, knowing that Graham and her had identical types in their love interests and were bottoms at their core. “Mhm, I know what you mean. Well, dibs.” Graham said, getting up. She laughed, “Don’t think I stood a chance, friendly reminder that we’re in a gay bar, Graham.” “I’m sure we’ll find you a ‘mommy vibes’ girl next time.” Graham said as a joke, knowing Emma wasn't lesbian. He eyed the guy across the way that had another guy come up to him and kiss him, “Well, fuck not me then.” Graham said, frowning as he sat back down. Emma downed the rest of her drink as she trailed her eyes to what Graham was referring too. “Maybe he’s polyamorous. There’s still hope.” She muttered. He sighed, looking to the bartender who came up to them, “Can we get two shots of tequila?” “Yuck, I did not consent to that.” She groaned as the bartender walked away. “We have our safe word, consent isn’t necessary here.” Graham said teasingly. “Ugh, I hate you." She paused, glaring at him, "I told you I would be interested in BDSM one time and now it’s spiraled into you incessantly teasing me about it.” She rolled her eyes as her friend Kylie came up behind her, touching her shoulder. “I feel like we walked in at the wrong time.” Kylie said, her girlfriend near her with her eyebrows raised. Graham chuckled handsomely, “Nope, it’s the perfect time!” He turned to the bartender who brought over two shot glasses, “Sorry, can we get two more? On me, girls.” Emma looked to Kylie and Deon, throwing up her hands, “It was one time I said that on a drunken night in confidence to Graham.” She glared at Graham when she said ‘in confidence’. Deon hugged Kylie close with a knowing smile, “Look, we’re into kinkier shit than that so you don’t have to explain.” Deon’s dark skin glowed underneath the neon lights in the tiki bar they were in as she raised her thicker eyebrows. Kylie gaped her mouth and nudged Deon, “I don’t like talking about our bedroom stuff in public, Deon.” “If you have a safe word, then it’s technically consent I just found out.” Emma said, as the bartender filled the shot glasses and Graham was passing them to everyone. Graham chuckled, “That’s not how the dynamic works, Emmie.” They all went silent to take their shots. Deon said after a wince of her alcohol burning her throat, “If roleplay is agreed to be taken outside of the bedroom and agreed upon, it is.” “There’s a lot of gray area there.” Graham replied back quickly. “Can we move on? I am uncomfortable now confessing my deep dark desires in a public area.” Emma said, face still scrunched from the shot. “Look, we all know you have a lot of them. Everyone does, we all know that.” Kylie said, winking to Emma in acknowledgement of their jobs. They were all self-employed hacking consultants and hackers. Kylie and Deon had their own more 9 to 5 jobs that were government contractor anti-hacking jobs. Almost the complete opposite of the business Emma and Graham fell into. Graham and Emma worked for the Jenkins Consulting Agency, which was a disguised hacking group that was contracted by clients who wanted revenge on people who hurt them or suffered damages that were unable to be taken to court for. Most of their clients had anything happen from being cheated on by their spouse to bullying or sexual harassment at work and losing their jobs because of the situations they were in. A lot of their clients were emotionally impacted and no way of providing proof or evidence for any serious repercussions for the HR cases or lawsuits they filed. The surprising thing to Emma was that some clients didn’t want an HR case or a lawsuit filed, they rather just deliver a slice of cold, hard karma. That’s where the most wealthiest of clients came in. From disgruntled ex-wives or ex-husbands to harassed past workers of corrupt CEOs of large companies, they wanted them exposed and a slice of social justice served instead of a lawsuit that most places could easily pay, without long-term impacts. That’s the predicament Emma found herself in that day. Brittney, a past employee of Penn & Williams Firm, hired Emma to become an employee of Chad Williams and expose his company from within. Her role was gathering as much information as possible to slowly cause chaos internally, which was Emma’s specialty. Brittney wouldn’t explain what he and a few of his employees did to her, telling Emma that she signed an NDA and couldn’t disclose. Emma only knew that Chad and his employees harassed Brittney to some degree that was severe enough for her to pay $400,000 to ruin his company for decades. It wasn’t a small task, yet it was something Emma could do easily. It began with finding one manager who cheated on their wife, that was the easiest to start. Then, Emma would find a sext, a dick pic or, even better, fetishes of the mid-level management. One little Facebook leak here or there and they lost their temper, then sometimes their jobs. Next, the CEO would be the target, easy to hack since he was looking for a personal assistant. What Brittney needed was not an outsiders job, it had to be within and that’s why Emma was the best in the business, after all. So Emma thought until the interview today. She had to get the job in order to infiltrate. She’d ruined 4 companies lives, lost their investors and exposed their higher level management until the targets got fired or left their own companies. She was no novice and knew her craft well, yet she had failed that day on the only task that was usually the easiest. She had easily gotten hired at every job she applied, yet this one was different. It was difficult, belittling and most of all, unsettling how fast she lost her mask. She was typically good on putting on her peppy and professional persona, yet Chad broke it within minutes. One jarring question, that’s all it took. Her brain flashed to that look she couldn't get out of her head prior to leaving the room, the one that was calm, cool and collected yet his eyes were feral. She gulped, feeling the heat in her face and down her abdomen again, just like earlier that day. “You okay, Emmie?” Graham nudged her as she was mute for a few moments, lost in her own world like she typically did during the work day. “Yep. I think I’m going home. Long day and I’m tired.” She said, standing, “I’ll Venmo you my part, see you at work tomorrow.” She nodded to Kylie and Deon who frowned and gave her a hard time about leaving early. “Leaving so soon? We just got here!” Kylie said, dancing into Deon a bit. “Yeah, sorry. What are you doing Saturday? I think I’m going hiking near that waterfall we did last month.” Deon said, “We can’t, we have our friends concert Saturday night.” Emma was on her phone, requesting an Uber to her apartment. “Next time then, see you guys!” Emma said, seeing the Uber 2 minutes away. Emma went home and stripped out of her clothes, taking a hot shower before getting in her pajamas and laying in bed. Despite the alcohol in her system, she couldn’t go to sleep. He mind kept thinking about Chad and the way he made her feel earlier. He made her… feel excitement down there. She didn’t understand it and it was the first time that had happened ever with a target. She was always disgusted, and, if anything, had to work on not showing how disgusted she was. Yet, this was different, so very different it was jarring. It almost gave her a feeling she’d hadn't felt in quite some time, one she still hadn't even began to understand and ignored most of the past few years. The way he commanded the room, the controlling nature of his she could pick up in small tells, and the confidence he held without falter. It was flustering for her in the moment and every time she thought about it. She’s never met anyone who did that too her with a second deeper layer of intimidation. Her brain kept playing through how he did fucked up things to Brittney that she couldn’t even say aloud to Emma and someone who breathed toxic masculinity in large red flags. Deep down, a fleeting thought kept her mind reeling that night. She couldn't let go of the fact that her mind wanted to allow the thought that there was an alternate universe she could entertain the idea of her liking his intensity during the interview and the things she'd let that man do to her. Unfortunately or fortunately for her, she wasn’t in that alternate reality. She was in the one that the reality was should stay far away from that type of person. Good thing she didn’t have a chance for the job, she’d be fucked if she did get hired in breaking her contract from failing the assignment, or, worse, getting caught hacking his company. It was a suicide mission from the start, and, luckily for her, it wasn’t meant to be. He made that blatantly clear during the interview today and Emma should we be okay with that. Yet she wasn't and that thought made her not able to sleep that night.

I promise this is the last post to this board tonight. I was planning to post this tomorrow but I have no self-control. Here's some more for anyone diving in day one. Chapter 2: The Interview Emma swallowed, eyes looking shyly to the ground in the reception area she sat. She waited with her resume in her hands as she saw in her peripheral vision a tall orange haired woman with model-like figure walk over, “Gabriella?” “Yes, that’s me. Please, call me Gabby.” Emma smiled like she had earlier as she stood, a half a foot shorter than the 30 year old orange haired and beautiful woman in front of her. Emma should have worn heels, yet she feared that wouldn't do well. The men interviewers seemed to like the short women here. She needed to make sure there was no question about how short she was. It's not like she would be that tall in high heels anyways but Emma could not mess this up. The interview was everything for this assignment. If she didn't get hired, good bye to the $120K and probably her job. Bailey was seemingly stressed the past week about losing Kiara and the agency felt it. “My name’s Jessica, nice to meet you. Follow me and I’ll take you to where the interview will be.” She said with a red lipstick smile with freckles as she led Emma around the circular hallway lined with large floor to ceiling glass window offices on the 14th floor. Emma’s eyes scanned quickly the rooms, smiling at some people’s gazes she met that wandered after her. Mostly tall men made up the faces she saw, given, maybe a few woman here or there. It was definitely a 'bro' vibe she felt as she studied the initial feel of the office. She saw at least a diversity in the culture, which was a nice surprise. She imagined the company was at the very least 50 people large that went into the office. Those were the perfect sizes for her to break. The employee amount small enough that they knew each other and large enough that the company could fall very far down and spiral out of control. Just the way Emma liked it. “Up this way.” Jessica walked past the circular hallway that connected to a large room with cubicles and people within them. The large staircase led to an overlooking hallway down to the main cubicle floor. Jessica turned at the second connecting hallway and walked all the way down to the end. Emma read the engraved name into the plaque on the door, blinking in surprise. No, she wasn’t meeting him first, was she? Emma hadn’t prepared for this. She’d prepared to meet Douglas Vandson, who usually conducted the interviews, not the CEO of the fucking company! Well, fuck me. She thought, feeling her palms suddenly becoming sweaty. Jessica knocked the dark walnut double doors and opened them, nodding to Emma for her to go forward. Emma practiced how she would introduce herself twenty times, yet nothing prepared her for this. She walked in with a slow breath to steady her emotions, eyes looking at the expresso colored wood floors that lead to floor to ceiling windows and the man sitting at an executive desk. There was a brown leather couch with clawfeet, upholstered wingback chair, a dark walnut coffee table and marled rug to the right of the room giving it a cozy, elegant look. Emma found her mouth dry, suddenly feeling warmth travel to her cheeks as she felt like she couldn’t speak as her moss green eyes met his across the room. His eyes were an intense yet warm brown that had been studying hers from the moment the doors opened, curious and watchful. She didn’t know what was happening to her, feeling suddenly naked in his presence as if she wasn't on an assignment anymore. “Gabriella Simmons?” He asked, standing his full height of 6'3 and giving a handsome smile with his canines in display. Emma blinked at his height and felt intimidated by his size. He had a charming charisma about him that was completely opposite of what she expected from what she heard from Brittney. Although Brittney didn't tell her what he did to her that she'd pay $400,000 to ruin his company, she did say he was the most intense and controlling person she'd ever met. He wasn’t seemingly off-putting or giving tell-tale signs that Brittney alluded to, yet at least. It had only been 3 seconds after all and Emma had to set aside her flustered feelings that made her slightly drool at how damn attractive he was. Brittney could have at least warned her of that! Emma nodded, “Yes. Please, call me Gabby.” She was stepping into the room as Jessica closed the doors and left them alone. Alone. Humor was playing at his expression as he nodded to the seat, “Nice to meet you, I’m Chad. Chad Williams.” He extended his hand as Emma realized how far back she was in the rather large room. She walked forward, almost tripping as she took his hand and shook, “N-nice to meet you, Mr. Williams.” She internally winced that her hand felt sweaty and made contact with his large hand. His eyes studied her moss green ones, a thought flitting across his face as he sat down, “Have a seat, please.” “Thank you.” She said, setting down her purse and feeling suddenly like she forgot why she was there. His intense stare gave her an intimidating feeling she couldn’t shake the moment she came in his office. She was completely thrown off her game since the moment she saw his name on the door. He sat back behind his large mahogany desk with a silence as he watched her for a moment longer as she looked in her own little world. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he said, “So tell me, what’s your work experience for this role?” Emma met his warm brown eyes, blinking at the thought of how he got more attractive when she was closer to him, “I- uh,” His eyes awaited her to say more, but she was obviously flustered as she said, “sorry, I have it here.” Emma usually would recite her experience without fault, but in all honesty, she forgot who the fuck she was the moment she entered the room. She scrambled to her folder and pulled out her resume, “Here.” He didn’t move to grab it as she held the papers awkwardly in front of him. His eyes shifted to slight annoyance as he looked down narrowly to the resume, “Hm, how about you read it to me?” The look on his face told Emma she already failed this interview. Although it wouldn’t matter in the broad scheme if she failed, for some reason it made her face redder that he asked her to read him her resume like a child. A fucking child. She was angered at his tone but swallowed back her pride. Forget the fact that he was handsome, she now understood what Brittney warned her about. “Sure.” She said, a bit of an unanticipated edge to her voice, “Receptionist at Kueller Firm in 2023 to 2025. I was an Administrative Assistant from 2021 to 2023 prior to then.” Her voice was shaking in a mix of emotions. Anger, nervousness and frustration she was already terribly flunking this interview with the CEO of the fucking company. She still couldn’t believe she had an interview with Chad motherfucking Williams! How did this even happen? From Brittney, she knew that it took a few interviews to get to Chad, if he even showed up. Why was he interviewing her? Didn't he have more important things to do with his time? “Thank you.” He said with a humorous gaze like he was enjoying this thoroughly as she looked up. He paused, clearing his throat, “So you have experience in administrative work I take it?” “Yes, the past 5 years.” She nodded, regaining some of her control on her rapid pulse and fluctuating emotions. One moment she was flushed and drooling, the next she was annoyed. Maybe she was PMSing? She shook off the thoughts, attempting to recenter herself. “How about being a personal assistant?” He asked, head tilting and his caramel brown medium length hair moving slightly. He looked nothing like a CEO to Emma. He was in his early 30’s, muscular and tall, if anything, she’d think a 30 year old would be at highest a midlevel manager. She was not expecting he’d be this damn attractive either and by god was she fucked if she got the job. She realized she was staring for a second to long, blinking, “I got coffee for the law office if that counts.” She said with a shrug, fixing her bangs that fell slightly more messy from feeling so heated. “Yes, it does.” He smirked, eyes intensely still looking at her. “I think I applied for the Administrative Assistant, if I had that right?” She asked, eyes looking down at her resume, trying to break his intense stare that felt like she was naked or he knew she was on an assignment. Like he saw through her facade. She knew there was no way, but his eyes were unwavering and held a confidence she couldn't describe. “You did. We have different responsibilities for our Administrative Assistant. This role is mainly for my own personal assistance, scheduling, email management and other tasks.” He said, eyes falling to her blushing cheeks and then back to her eyes. “Oh.” She said, shifting in her black skirt. That was not what Brittney said her role was. Brittney was an administrative assistant for management, not the fucking assistant of the CEO Chad Williams. “Is that not what you were looking for? An administrative role?” He asked, face turning into an unreadable look. Emma shook her head, “No-“ She paused, “I mean, yes, I was. I just did not read those responsibilities on the job application. I can do those things, I do them now anyways.” She said with a timid smile that didn’t meet her eyes. His expression became cold and the shift in the room was palpable to Emma, “Good.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest with a silence following, “It was nice meeting you, Miss Simmons. I’ll have Jessica escort you back.” Emma’s face felt hot, “Uhm, I uh-“ She stumbled on her words, surprised that the interview was over, “When will I hear about this position?” “If selected, you should hear from us in the next week.” He said as he texted in his phone quickly. His intense stare and attention was gone, replaced with what felt like a cold shoulder to Emma. Emma nodded, her mask falling for a brief moment and annoyance showing on her face blatantly at the sudden shift of emotion from him, “Can I ask why you are ending this so soon?” She wasn’t going to get the job, she knew it at this point. Chad’s face tilted up in surprise by the question as he set his phone down, a quiet rage in his eyes by her sudden attitude, “Repeat that with a more appropriate tone when speaking to a CEO of a company and I’ll answer, Miss Simmons.” He crossed his arms and Emma caught a feathering of his jaw, his mouth in a line awaiting her. He said her name in a tone that was lecturing but seductive at the same time. It wasn't even her real name, yet it made her feel all sorts of things. Emma suddenly felt heat in two areas she couldn’t begin to understand. Heat spread from her face down to her lower abdomen. What had happened to her in the course of a few moments? Emma heard the double doors open as she stood, she found her mask quickly and carefully grinned a charming smile to him, “Thank you for your time, Mr. Williams.” She said his name with an edge to her voice, eyes sharply looking at him before she turned. She caught a look in his eyes that she’d never seen anyone give her. His face was calm and collected, yet his eyes flashed in a feral way that told her she pissed him off. She heard a frustrated exhale from him as she turned, not looking back as she left the sizable office. She walked out of the office, face blatantly red and frustrated as she followed Jessica to the front reception area. She was able to take a few breaths in and cool down before giving a friendly nod and leaving to the elevators. As she went into the elevator by herself and the doors closed in a soft whoosh, the confident mask slipped and she felt the emotions waft over her. She felt her eyes tear up and blotted her face in surprise she was about to cry. She couldn’t tell if it was the embarrassment he caused or the fact that it was the first time she ever was taken so off guard in an assignment interview that she lost control of her façade? It didn’t matter at the end of the day because it was safe to say she lost the $120K payout and she wouldn’t meet Chad motherfucking Williams again in person. She'd gladly destroy his business if she had gotten the chance, yet she knew that was a fleeting dream in an alternate reality, far far away.

Thank you for this. I can write 20K words with minimal spelling issues but it seems I can't write three word titles, haha! 😅

Hahaha!! This comment gave me a good laugh. Happy to see you found my story so quickly! Hope you enjoy this one, I'm sure the next few chapters will not disappoint. *evil laughter* 😈

Hi everyone! Here I am again, starting a new series. I have 18 chapters written and plan to post once to twice a week. I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I did writing this. If you're a fan of my past stories, you can expect twists, turns and tension between the MMC and FMC. Teaser trailer: Emma Marie Rose is a cutt-throat and well-trained data thief, the top of her agency that is contracted to expose and blackmail their clients victims. She is given one assignment that she knew going in was risky, possibly the hardest assignment yet but the largest payout she'd ever see in her career. She was assigned not one, but four targets to blackmail and expose their deepest, darkest secrets. Like always, she'd plan to destroy a company from the inside out and then disappear. Little does Emma know, things would get much more complicated as she discovers her own deepest darkest secrets in the process and meets the CEO of a company who flips her world upside down. What starts as a mission of destruction quickly spirals into a high-stakes game of deceit and revelation, where Emma's own secrets threaten to unravel her carefully fabricated life as she knew it. Trigger Warnings: Mental health, ED, smut The Data Thief Chapter 1: The Assignment Emma fixed her makeup in the brightly lit marble lined bathroom, popping on her pink lip gloss and fixing her long soft wavy brunette, almost blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail with her bangs drifting messily to her left above her brow. “Gabriella Simmons, you can call me Gabby. Nice to meet you.” She said in the mirror softly, moss green eyes saying with conviction and a bright smile that was playful, maybe a hint flirtatious. Her face fell flat, her mask disappearing as she was happy with her look to go into the interview with. It was cute, girly and flirty, all to charm her hopefully soon-to-be victims. She was walking into an office full of white corporate assholes, her favorite specimen of male to cyber bully and embarrass, one by one. Some would quit. Some would deny everything she revealed of their personal chats and messages. Some would have a midlife crisis and buy an expensive car when their wives broke up with them. Emma flashed a wicked smile to herself in the mirror before swinging her purse over her shoulder, knowing she was going to quietly slow-torment an office into the fiery flames of corporate self-annihilation, just like she had many times before. She got paid a nice commission by her agency to do so and it was a rewarding job. She was the top of her agency, after all, no one was as fast nor as skilled in hacking as she was. Her targets didn’t even question or bat an eye as she tore their businesses apart, employee by employee. Emma took in a breath before leaving the bathroom, knowing this assignment was different than the rest. Usually, Emma didn't break a sweat, she barely even felt nervous. Exhilaration and excitement was all she felt yet, since the moment she was given this assignment, something felt off. Maybe it was because it was the highest commission she'd ever get on an assignment or maybe it was because her agency was losing it's star players left and right before she accepted it. She really couldn't pinpoint it and chalked it up to the higher payout which typically meant higher stakes. All she could remember vividly was when her coworker and best friend, Graham, announced this assignment and she confronted her manager about it. To say the least, that's how she ended up in this predicament as she was convinced by her boss to accept it, against her better judgement. “Emmaleeeeeesi! Here ya go, smoke show.” Graham smiled large with a mocking tone when he said ‘smoke show’ referring to what a past target called her on her prior job. He held up a file folder as Emma walked into the office with her iced coffee, passing him as she plucked the file from his hands. His soft brown eyes bouncing at the assignment. “Emmaleesi, queen of corporate fire, chaos and dragons is here, late as usual.” Bailey, her manager, muttered as she looked at her gold watch, waiting in Emma’s office as Graham followed behind. “Thank you, I will take all the compliments and bonuses that come with the title.” Emma smiled, setting down her iced coffee on her desk and dropping her bag in her desk drawer. “Your client wants to meet tomorrow at Starbucks around the corner at 9AM. Just make sure you’re on time.” Bailey said, going back to her own office, “I’m putting it in your calendar.” Graham closed the door and raised his eyebrows to Bailey, “Think the boss is mad about your tardiness.” Emma shrugged, “First off, I’m a contractor technically, not her employee. Not to mention, I was gone for 5 months on that last assignment and almost got sexually assaulted by the last target. Bailey can lay off me for a second, I didn’t ask for a higher commission. She’s lucky, considering I’m bringing in almost half of our clientele and getting her more referrals.” Graham smiled, “Bailey is dealing with losing Kiara over the weekend. I don't think it’s you.” “What happened to Kiara?” Emma asked, confused. “She got caught by her target. He found her in his files. She had to resign from our team, in case she is turned into the police for breaching private data. Worse, if her target finds out about our agency, we can get sued and exposed. Bailey is paranoid.” Emma rolled her eyes, “Well, I told Bailey that the assignment she gave Kiara was a suicide mission, hence why I didn’t even humor it. The target had fingerprint access to most of his encrypted data." Graham nodded, pausing a moment as he looked at the file on Emma’s desk, “Speaking of suicide missions…” Emma deadpanned Graham a look, “You’re not messing with me, are you?” She opened the file folder he handed her earlier and logged into her computer, looking at her email and the files Graham emailed for her new assignment. He stayed silent as she clicked through the notes, “Penn & Williams Consulting Agency, 4 targets in one office.” She scrunched her face in a cute way that if Graham was straight, he’d probably find her attractive, “What in the fuck is Bailey doing? You know what-” Emma got up, storming out of her office and across the building, passing coworkers who whispered to each other as Emma’s face was blatantly irritated. Bailey was on her phone, pushing back a stray hair in her light blonde hair into her tight pony tail. Her blue eyes widened seeing Emma storm in and close the door. “I’ll have to let you go for a moment here, Brittney.” She said goodbye and crossed her arms and looked to Emma, “Yes?” “Excuse my language, Bailey, but, what in the fuck type of assignment is this?” She held the file folder up, “I said I’m not doing suicide missions or attempting them. Thought I told you that loud and clear last time.” “It’s not a suicide mission, first off. Second off, you used to love assignments like this, why isn’t this enticing you? Thought you’d like a challenge since you’ve been taking the easiest assignments lately.” Bailey said, going to her desktop and typing an email, slightly ignoring Emma. “That was until I almost got caught a year ago, Bailey.” Emma said, her jaw tight. A silent anger bubbled in her chest, going to her neck, "And I'll have you know that last 5 month assignment was not easy in the slightest. I almost got sexually assaulted." Bailey crossed her arms with a sigh, “Well, we don’t have anyone else who could be up for this job. The target likes hiring petite and stunning mid-twenties women. No offense to our office mates, but we have too many guys on staff and mid-thirties women. It was either you or Kiara and, well, Kiara isn’t an option anymore.” Bailey said, sighing, “You have to pull your weight again, there’s not much we can do here. After this assignment you can take a month off. I’ll even throw in 10% extra.” She said, eyes sliding to Emma, knowing she was easier to persuade with time off and money. “Four targets and only ten percent? 30% extra and 6 weeks.” Emma sneered. Bailey turned to Emma, setting her hands together on the light brown desk with a sigh. After a pause of thought, she said, “20% extra and 5 weeks. Take it or leave it.” Emma stared hard at the desk wood, it wasn’t an impossible assignment… but, it was high risk. This was possibly the hardest assignment she’d ever get but could mean the biggest payout she'd ever see. “What’s the payment and contract length?” Emma asked, eyes meeting Bailey’s even stare. “400K and 6 months minimum.” Emma almost choked on air, “Who even has that type of money?” Her eyes widened. Emma got a 10% split on her assignments payouts as commission. 30% meant a whopping commission of 120K. She'd never seen a six figure payout, Bailey was desperate it seemed. Emma wouldn’t need to work for a year after that if Bailey would let her. “The client had a multi-millionaire family member pass away who owned a large company and got a considerable life insurance benefit check. She’s desperate to take down the whole company for what they did to her and heard of our work.” Bailey said, going back to her desktop, “Is that enough for you to move forward?” Emma’s mouth was dry from being open as she stood, “Sure, but-“ She shook her head, “what did the targets do to her?” What was bad enough to pay for $400,000 in revenge? That thought would keep Emma up at night, although it really wasn't her business. Bailey’s mouth fell in a line, “You’ll talk to her tomorrow.” The next day, Emma walked into Starbucks a bit hesitantly. She ordered her iced oatmilk latte and sat down in a unoccupied corner, awaiting her new client. The client walked in and Emma waved, with a friendly smile. A girl with warm brown eyes and blonde long hair walked over after getting her coffee. “Brittney, nice to meet you, uhm-“ “Gabby Simmons, nice to meet you.” Emma nodded, already in code name. This was a risky assignment and she wasn’t faltering, not even with the client. “Gabby, pleasure to meet you and no offense, but-“ She blurted, “you are just nothing like I expected.” Her brown eyes apologetic immediately following her words. Emma smiled, “You are fine, I get that all the time.” She didn’t know what it was, but a lot of clients thought she would be ugly or invisible, yet Emma was starkly visible and memorable. She had a charm to her that made her such a good asset to her assignments. She was quick-witted and undetectable, none of her clients knew what her true intentions were until she left them vulnerable and exposed. “Can I just ask a question?” Brittney asked, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. “Sure.” Emma nodded. “How did you get into this- uh, profession?” Brittney asked, curious. The girl was Emma’s age and, if not for being a client, Emma would have been friends easily with this girl. Emma licked her lips as her smile faded, “High school bullies. Sounds stupid but, ah, fuck them. They can all fuck off.” She said, with a confidence in her voice as a tinge of pain flashed in her eyes that Brittney caught. Brittney smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Only a shared sadness and sympathy reflected in Brittney’s eyes, “Then it sounds like I have the right person for this job.”

I'm writing volume 2 currently and have plans to have this finished by late summer. I may start posting at a weekly pace the new volume once I'm 70% done with writing. I'm also excited to announce that I'm looking to pick back up one of my other stories that I've had writer's block on that will be a good 'Halloween' story to finish *hint hint* it has to do with warlocks, creatures, witches and diapers. Can't wait to hear everyone's thoughts of the last of Volume 1 and hope this sneak peak to the first chapter hypes up the next volume for those still into this series and world! Super Baby Saga Volume 2: Glow Vs. Dr. Mastermind Chapter 1: Brainwashed or in Love with a Super Villain? “Glow Lightning, thanks for coming on our podcast.” Chanel Rose, owner of Super’s & Coffee Podcast said, introducing Zoey. “Thanks for having me, it’s a pleasure.” Zoey smiled behind her mic. “You’ve been gone for the past few months and we have so much to catch up on and, first, I want to introduce you to our audience that may or may not have heard your story.” Zoey nodded to Chanel’s bright blue contact lens eyes as she encouraged her to continue. “Just to start, Glow Lightning is one of our favorite Super’s who’s a vegetarian and feminist empowering woman who went missing on social media for 6 months and then just a few weeks ago came out with her sobriety story.” Glow gulped, eyes shifting as she sat there silently, waiting for her to say the two words that made her squirm. “During that time Glow went to a facility for Supers and was kidnapped by Dr. Mastermind, the so-called Puppet Master of Supers, who was undercover as a psychologist called Dr. Grey, and was able to escape and turn him in with the help of Ivy Rain and Trident Surge.” Zoey shifted, her heart pounding at the mention of Dr. Mastermind and a blush touching her cheeks. She still had mixed feelings on the situation but decided it was in her best judgement to go along with the narrative the Super Agency was painting that Dr. Mastermind was evil and brainwashing Supers for years, although her heart wanted to paint the real picture of what happened. Chanel's next question knocked Zoey out of her spaced-out state, “So, Glow, if you don’t mind me asking, how was it being under control of the manipulative Super Villain like Dr. Mastermind?” She framed the question a way Zoey didn’t necessarily like but she rolled with it. “I- uhm…” She paused, eyes glancing to her water, knowing that this podcast was also being filmed to be on Youtube, “It was confusing because I didn’t know who he was. I just thought he was a really good and attractive therapist.” She said, a small blush on her face. Chanel laughed loudly, “Yep, that was what I was going to ask next. He’s a charmer, I can imagine it was hard to not be under his spell and powers for, what, 3 weeks you were at his private island?” “Yep, 3 weeks.” Zoey gulped, grabbing her water and drinking a few sips. “So, were you ever sexually assaulted or anything by him? That you know of, I guess.” Chanel asked, serious tone in her voice. Zoey shook her her, “No.” She said without hesitation, shifting as she remembered some of the hottest moments of her life. After a week from being ‘saved’ by the US Special Forces from the private island, Zoey had wet dreams that slowly faded. Her dreams of diapers and being babied dwelled down but the want to be babied and diapered by Dr. Mastermind never left. She felt a lot of the effects of his hypnotism go away within a month and knew that her heightened sexual state was only his hypnotism, yet even when she was back to normal she still touched herself to Dr. Mastermind or diapers. Within the week she came back, she distinctly remembered going in a private browser on google and researching diaper fetishes, stumbling across the term ‘ABDL’ and finding so many people like her online. Ever since finding this information, she’d gone down the rabbit hole of so many good ABDL stories, chats and forums that she joined to learn more about her new obsession. She couldn’t believe that she was so lucky to have found someone who would baby her, considering many people in the chat and forums were single or going through what they called ‘vanilla’ relationships. It was truly a time of self-discovery she looked back at in the presence of Dr. Mastermind. Whether he really changed her or just forced her to find herself, those 3 weeks completely transformed her life and mental state. She felt like a new person and found meaning in life again that made her suicidal ideations go away. She didn’t even do drugs nor alcohol anymore, not even a lick of it. Her sober journey was the only real propaganda that the Super Agency could get her to talk about after the situation with Dr. Mastermind. As new of a person that Zoey felt she was now, she wasn’t entirely happy. Ever since Dr. Mastermind was taken into custody, her heart had a deep sadness in thinking about him alone in a prison. She didn't know if he was in a cell, solitary confinement, or, worse, being abused by his captors. She had researched very far into where he was and how he was doing to find close to little information for her to even do anything. If she had the power or opportunity, she may be crazy enough to help him, yet she couldn’t without knowing where he was held. Her heart sang in pain and longing when she thought about him. Zoey wanted to be in his arms once more and with him again. She knew how embarrassing and humiliating he would be with her, but the excitement it elicited for Zoey was a new high drugs could never offer her. She wanted to be in that constant state of a high of humiliation she felt when he was around. She didn’t think anyone else could do that to her besides him, truly. “But do you remember those 3 weeks?” Chanel asked, surprised by the answer Zoey gave. “Vividly.” Zoey nodded, gulping as she tried her hardest not to blush about that fact. She remembered the dreams, the wetting, the orgasms, his eyes, the spankings, the diapers… all of it in clear detail. Sure, there were sessions she didn’t remember, but that was it. “From Ivy’s interview a month or two ago she mentioned these ‘sessions’ that she couldn’t remember, did you also have those?” “I did. I don’t remember anything from them either.” She said, frowning that she was making a negative statement for Dr. Mastermind. She knew he was on trial currently but still kept in a top secret location until the court hearing. Zoey was supposedly on the trial but not voluntarily. “Does that scare you at all?” Chanel asked, eyes studying Zoey’s. “No…” Zoey said, knowing that the Agency didn’t want her to cast any positive light to Dr. Mastermind, but she didn’t care, “He was a really genuine person, I trusted him that he wouldn’t do anything bad.” “That’s what I’ve heard from a lot of Supers under his control, it seemed he brainwashed many to think that.” Chanel said, writing something down in thought. “Brainwash is a strong word.” Zoey said, restating the same words Dr. Mastermind said to her months ago, “He helped me a lot. I think it’s why I’m sober now, I haven’t went back and don’t have any desire too.” “Sure, I think that is a common thought pattern for survivors. Isn’t that, like, Stockholm Syndrome or something? Do you feel like you have that?” Chanel leaned in in curiosity. “I wouldn’t say that…” Zoey shook her head, seeing through the glass window her manager Theresa shaking her head disapprovingly that Zoey wasn’t going with the narrative the Agency wanted, “I wasn’t kidnapped, I could have left at any point. He told me that but I had no desire to leave. I honestly rather go back there then be in the public eye again.” Her eyes went from glaring at Theresa to blinking kindly to Chanel. “Wow, you really think you’d go back?” Chanel asked in surprise. “Yeah, I mean, I social media detoxed and found a passion in art during that time.” She shrugged, eyes flicking down thinking of the art she made during the time she was at Dr. Mastermind’s private island and blushing at the content that was now scanned in evidence for his trial. It was insultingly humiliating to Zoey, really. Chanel smiled with a nod, “That’s the next topic I wanted to go into- you’re now going to college for a degree in art, is that right?” Zoey smiled, eyes perking up at the topic she rather discuss then what happened, “Yes, that’s my new thing I’ve been doing recently.” After the podcast recording, Chanel nodded to Glow, “Thanks for coming on the podcast! I’ll be sure to be one of your first art gallery show attendees!” Glow smiled as she packed up her backpack, “Thanks, I’ll be sure to send you an invite.” “You said in a one month or so right?” Chanel asked, writing down her number on a paper and handing it to Glow, “This is my phone number, text me sometime, Glow! I’d love to hang out outside of this all.” Zoey nodded, “Yep and, by the way, I go by Zoey to people who know me.” She grinned, looking at the number, “Thanks and we’ll have to. I could use a friend or two outside of the chaos.” She nodded back to her manager who was talking to someone of the audio team behind the glass. “Cool, see you.” Chanel winked as Zoey left the room and Theresa trailed behind. “We wanted to paint the picture that Dr. Mastermind is an evil captor on media, not a good person, Glow.” She said, typing on her phone in annoyance. “I know, but this is my story, not yours or the Agency’s.” Zoey said, shaking her head and zipping her backpack up as they walked into the elevator and pressed the first floor button. Zoey looked at her Google Calender and sighed in annoyance, “Why is Kathleen on my schedule for dinner tonight?” “You’ve been ignoring her the past few months and she wants to talk.” Theresa said, crossing her arms. “What happened to my approval before random meetings?” “I can’t do that with your mother.” Theresa said, walking out of the elevator, “I’m trying to work with you the best I can since you came back but you’ve been a recluse. This podcast was the first things you’ve done and the Agency wants more. My jobs on the line here, Zoey.” She said Zoey's real name to emphasize the seriousness of the situation as they were walking to the black SUV and hopping in. “Well, what if I don’t want to be the face of the League anymore? I just am not passionate about being an influencer. It’s not my calling.” Zoey said, crossing her arms and looking out the window in her frustration of the situation. Zoey just wanted to do art and create, was that too much to ask for? “Your story is the biggest in the League news, magazines and news articles want you everywhere. The Agency wouldn’t let that happen right now until we get through the Mastermind trial next year.” Zoey shook her head, “Fuck that. I’m not going through a year of getting my story twisted for news outlets.” “You can talk to Kelsey about that, I’m not on your behalf and getting under her fire.” Theresa said, going to her phone. “Will do.” Zoey said, looking out the SUV in irritation, “I’m dropping the vegetarian shit too, by the way.” “Try telling Kelsey that.” Theresa said with a cold tone. Zoey shook her head, beyond irritated by her lack of freedom to eat what she wanted and closing her eyes in the car, deciding this conversation was going nowhere and only upsetting her more. Zoey knew she'd quit if she was forced to continue this false narrative of what happened with Dr. Mastermind, there was no changing her mind at this stage. The only thing in her way was a conversation with Kelsey.

Thank you BabySofia for the feedback and comments on this story! 💕

18: The Puppet Baby Zoey woke up, softly moaning as she awoken from her wet dream that left her shuddering in an orgasm. She saw the soft glow of light in the room as her eyes opened and remembered she wasn’t in her bedroom in the beach house. Her nose picked up the smell of coffee as she turned to see Dr. Mastermind with a book in his hand and coffee in another just watching her. “Good morning, little one. It seems you slept well.” He mused, eyes humorous at her tranquil expression. “Something like that.” Zoey said with a giggle and a stretch, knowing full-well her diaper was soaked from the wet dream. “Mhm, seems like someone will need their morning diaper change.” He said, sighing as he placed his book and coffee on his nightstand. He went to the bathroom. Zoey laid there in patience as he came back, her mind replaying the night before and how incredible the doctor was at touching her and cunnilingus. It was insulting and embarrassing that she felt like a slave to his touch at this point. He placed the changing mat underneath her as a question popped up in her head, “Uhm… Dr. Mastermind?” She said, blushing from him looking up in curiosity as he ripped the diaper tapes. “Mhm?” He asked, grabbing wipes and knowing the question but letting her speak so he could think for a moment the answer he’d like to give. “What’s your first name, if you don’t mind me asking?” She bit her lip, eyes darting to the bed nearby as she realized the pacifier from yesterday was missing. She almost wished she had it during the diaper change. It was almost like a humiliation shield; she could use it when getting diapered by Dr. Mastermind because the embarrassment was too flustering for her. He wiped and his eyes glanced up to her, “You’ll learn that when I’m ready to trust you enough.” He murmured with a pause, pulling out the pacifier from his pocket and placing it in her mouth, “But for now you can call me Daddy during our playtime.” Zoey’s eyes blinked at ‘ready to trust you with that’, did he not trust her? She was confused by that statement. If he could read her thoughts, she didn’t know why he couldn’t trust her. Her thoughts were consumed by him and diapers after all. He pulled away the dirty diaper, getting the new one out for the day that was less thick to Zoey’s luck, “Do you like the idea of calling me Daddy?” Zoey was so stuck on his first sentence, she didn’t even think of the second one as her eyes met his happily, “Yeth Daddy.” She said without hesitation, willingly to be his baby. The idea of him being her ‘Daddy’ only turned her on more. It was a label of ownership that excited her. “That’s what I thought.” He mused; a smile placed on his face as he finished changing her. Dr. Mastermind picked Zoey up and took her downstairs to the bar stool. He heated something up for her and brought it over. She smiled at the cinnamon roll and bacon, the combination breakfast she’s ate since day one, “How’d you know?” He chuckled and said in a matter-of-fact way, “I know more than you know about yourself, my little baby Zoey.” She blushed at the end of his sentence, the words making her feel a warmth in her chest and her tear up for a moment before blinking it away. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to cry from the feeling. Being called someone’s made her so happy and feeling for once at home. Ever since she was young she hadn’t felt at home, yet Dr. Mastermind made her feel that in 3 weeks. Within an hour, they went back to the beach house and Ivy and Trident had their suitcases at the door. Dr. Mastermind nodded to them and said goodbyes before retreating to his office. Zoey stood awkwardly, trying to not hug anyone in fear they’d smell the powder scent. Trident came over anyways and leaned into a hug that Zoey gave back lightly. He pulled away, piercing blue eyes meeting hers, “I’m sorry about, uh, you know…” He trailed off, referencing to one of her first days when he took her clothes. Zoey blinked, “It’s okay.” She said, shrugging, “If you let it happen again though you may suffer the same fate Ivy did.” Her eyes flashed playfully to them and Ivy laughed. Ivy approached Zoey next and surprisingly hugged the smaller girl, whispering in her ear, “I’ll save you from him, don’t worry.” Zoey pulled back in confusion, “Save me from… who?” She asked, knowing she referenced the doctor but didn’t. Ivy saw the glint in Zoey’s eyes that she seemed fully brainwashed at this stage, knowing that she’d have to be careful, “Trident of course. He won’t try anything, right, Trident?” She gave a quick look to Trident. Trident laughed, “Not scared of you, Ivy.” They laughed as Zoey looked to Ivy, who’s smile didn’t match her eyes… weird. A black SUV pulled up and the two left, leaving Zoey by herself. She frowned, realizing she was the last one left outside of the staff on the island it seemed. It was strange, but part of her was excited to explore things with Dr. Mastermind even further. Zoey went up to her room and went back to her sketching on her hammock. She saw a private jet take off in the distance, going past the clouds and watched it go into the sky as she sat there, wondering when she’d be leaving. She became sad remembering Dr. Mastermind said she’d have maximum of 4 weeks and that would be in 7 days. Zoey walked over to the office, padding down the empty and quiet hallway for her session. She made it to the door, about to know when she heard Dr. Mastermind say, “Come in.” He murmured behind the door, already sensing she was there. Zoey felt her heart skip, surprised he could sense her presence. She discredited how strong his powers were and wondered how far away he could hear her thoughts. She didn’t know and maybe didn’t want to know anymore. As she shyly opened the door, she met his humored expression, “How far away can you hear my thoughts?” “Very far.” He said vaguely, head tilting as his fingers grazed his chin stubble and he nodded to the couch, “Sit, little one.” “Doesn’t that get annoying to hear thoughts all day?” Her brain thought about the concept of him hearing thoughts through walls, then gasping inaudibly to herself that her room was coincidentally above his office… or was it really coincidental? She was dealing with a handsomely intelligent doctor after all. That question led to many other thoughts in Zoey’s head… Had he been listening to her for the past few weeks? And if so… Zoey was suddenly blushing bright red from that idea. She couldn’t count how many times she had dirty thoughts, touched herself to him, or day-fantasized about diapers and being babied. That, in itself, was too much for Zoey to comprehend. Humor played on Dr. Mastermind’s expression with a playful sparkle in his eyes, “It’s not annoying when I focus on yours.” “I feel nauseous.” She said, heart pounding at the idea of him focused on her thoughts most days she’d been there. Her brain was still cycling back to each day and how many times she thought about him. It was an embarrassing amount, truly. Dr. Mastermind stood up and walked over to her as he reached into his pocket. Zoey gazed curiously up at him as he approached and took out a pacifier, plopping it into her mouth. She reluctantly took it, suckling without hesitation that produced a sudden euphoric soothing sensation from her head to her toes that calmed down her heartrate quickly. It was almost like she took an antidepressant or a Valium, feeling tranquil and like nothing mattered anymore. Her mind wondered if the pacifier had something laced in it by how she felt. She glanced up to Dr. Mastermind’s eyes that were glowing purple for a moment, then he blinked and his eyes were brown again. As his eyes turned brown, she still felt the calming potency of the pacifier, confused why the doctor just did that. “I didn’t lace your pacifier, it’s a hypnosis I was planning on giving you to help you cope after you leave here. It wasn’t until this moment that it made sense.” He murmured, eyes bouncing to her cute look with a pink pacifier in her mouth that she suckled on. She was in a careless state at this point with a nod, “Fank you.” She said behind the pacifier, feeling the calm state and not caring anymore if he had heard her thoughts for the past 3 weeks. His eyes bounced at her politeness, “What a good girl to say thank you.” He praised for a moment, smiling warmly to her. She blushed at the words, making her feel excited in her diaper. She nodded, and took out the pacifier from her mouth for a moment, still feeling the slight calming sensation slowly dissipate, “I leave… next week?” He nodded with a frown, “Unfortunately so. They want you back and I can only have you in my grasp for so long.” Zoey bit her lip, eyes studying his sad ones with a thought flicking across her mind, “So… what does that mean for… us? I just won’t see you again or…” Her eyes searched the rug for answers. If this was his practice then how would he leave? “I’ll find a way to see you and make sure you’re still a good girl, don’t worry.” He said with a knowing smile and twinkle in his eyes. Zoey looked out his window behind him to the beach and back to his eyes in a sadness that things would end soon and this may be the most she’d be able to see him. He was vague, mysterious and she didn’t know if he even felt the same way about her. Would he actually visit her in the Tower? She didn’t know. It almost seemed like he was in hiding here by how secretive the island was from Day 1. If no one knew how to get here then how could Zoey even find him if she wanted to see him? “I-“ Zoey began as a piercing alarm flooded the room and Dr. Mastermind got up, looking at his phone immediately. “Shit.” He cursed, looking to Zoey and then opening his door as he picked up a phone call from his security, “They’re here, I know. Do we have a jet to leave?” He paused as he heard the answer and hung up the phone in irritation, cursing under his breath. “Who’s here?” Zoey asked in a panic as she trailed behind his long strides out the door and into the hallway. “Bad people, Zoey.” He said, looking out the living room window to a few armed men in military uniforms approaching, “How did my security not alert me until now?” He shook his head, eyes starting to glow as he looked out the window. “I can help.” Zoey said, going to the side tables lamp and turning it on. “No, Zoey, I want you to go to your room and suckle on your pacifier. Daddy will handle this.” He said with confidence and a power in his purple eyes that she had never seen before. His eyes shifting to Zoey with a protective look for her to leave. She heard an explosion go off in the front of the house and jumped as glass shards went into the room. “Now, Zoey. That wasn’t a question, it was a command.” He said with a commanding tone as if she’d be in trouble if she didn’t leave. “But-“ She winced as a steel looking ball was thrown in the room and heard a loud screeching noise. She looked to Dr. Mastermind as his eyes suddenly became brown and the noise caused him to cover his ears in pain, as if it were hurting him. “What is that noise-“ He winced, doubling over. Zoey felt electricity in her hands as she saw the armed men come inside the room from the window, one guy shouting, “Got him! Fall in.” Zoey walked in front of Dr. Mastermind on the ground and sent an electrical current to the men trying to crawl in through the windows. “Glow, it’s us. We’re the US Special Forces military, stand down!” One guy yelled back in pain. Zoey was confused, why would they be coming for Dr. Mastermind? Maybe they were faking the US military to convince her otherwise to hurt them. She couldn’t trust it and needed to protect Dr. Mastermind as the screeching noise didn’t stop, keeping him on the ground unable to move. She glanced down at Dr. Mastermind who looked unconscious. Her eyes began to water and heart rate began to increase as she couldn’t tell if he was even alive. She felt more energy pulsating in her hands, surprised by the power she felt that was unlike her usual abilities. It was as if a different wavelength she felt that wasn’t electricity that moved the couch as she pulsated. She looked up to one guy who broke into the door suddenly at the same time she felt a sting on her neck. “Fuck.” He said, blinking a tear down her face as she looked to Dr. Mastermind unconscious on the ground and then to the military that looked at her defending him in confusion. It was in that moment, before she became unconscious, that she realized maybe Dr. Mastermind was a real Super villain this whole time. Maybe he did brainwash her more than she knew… yet, something in her heart told her it wasn’t as simple of one story to tell the story of how the Dr. Mastermind, the Puppet Master of Supers, regressed her and was found on his private island. Life is never that simple as one story, really. Nor is it as simple to label a Super a Hero or a Villain nor good or evil. People are more complex and that’s why Zoey couldn’t let it be only one story painting Dr. Mastermind as evil and the Agency as good. That’s why one story would become a Saga. The Super Baby Saga that didn’t have just one story to tell. ~~~ Author's note: Thanks for everyone who commented & read the start of this series! Since this isn't a physical book, I wish there would be an appropriate way to warn that this was the last chapter of Volume 1. When writing, I imagined this as a comic book in my head or a smaller 'book' as the first book. I'm currently writing for Volume 2 which is already longer than Volume 1 at the halfway point so I will start posting weekly once the writing is done here. Tomorrow I will drop the first chapter of Volume 2 as a teaser for the end of this thread, I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!

17: Mush After dinner that night as the sun began to set behind the horizon, the sky became a pink and purple hue over the beach. Zoey laid on her hammock, sketching. She blushed as she colored it in, pulling back to look at the drawing Dr. Mastermind holding the pocket watch in his hand. It was a realistic anime version, but it still made her hot and bothered by looking at it. She jumped and felt herself pee in her diaper as she heard a voice behind her, “That’s a nice art piece, little Zoey.” Dr. Mastermind said, hands in his dress pant black pockets as he leaned on the door frame that led out to the balcony. Zoey quickly closed her sketch book in embarrassment, “How’d you get there so quietly?” Her cheeks were red as she looked up to his playful and humored brown eyes, “And isn’t it early?” She asked, looking at her alarm clock in the room to see it was only 7PM. “You were absorbed in your drawing.” He murmured, eyes glancing to her bulging crotch sweatpants area, “I’ve been here for a few minutes but wanted to watch you for a moment. You’re face makes a cute expression when you color.” He said, thoughtfully as she blushed further, “I wanted to invite you to stay the night at my house. Would you like that?” He tilted his head with a warm and inviting smile on his face. Zoey licked her lips at the thought… being with Dr. Mastermind all night sounded nice, but she was weary about being with his controlling presence for longer than an hour. She sat on the Hammock, “I would.” She grinned up with a nervous tickle in her stomach. “Good, then let’s get a fresh set of clothes for tomorrow and go.” He told her. Fifteen minutes later Dr. Mastermind pulled into the driveway, “Stay in your seat for another moment.” He instructed as she sat in confusion and he got out of the SUV, going to her side. He opened the door, unbuckling her and murmuring, “Come here, little Zoey.” Zoey flushed from her face down to her lower parts from his words and sudden treatment like she was a child who couldn’t walk. She gasped as he picked her up and placed her on his hips. As he walked, she looked down to how far the ground seemed at his height. She’d guess he was 6’4 and didn’t realize the perspective distance until she was held. His hand firmly held her padded bottom as he used his free hand for the keys. A moment later he found the right key and brought her inside his home. “Is my little Zoey thirsty?” He murmured in her ear, taking her over to the couch. She blushed by his belittling tone that made her feel very flustered, “Yeah, I guess.” He deposited her on the couch. “I’ll get you some milk then.” He said, eyes meeting hers as she blushed further. “Water usually is perfectly fine.” She said back defiantly. “Mm, I think your too young to understand what you want yet.” Zoey frowned, “I mean, we can’t be too far apart in age.” She said, trying to bite back a little from his incessant teasing. His eyes glowered a bit in annoyance, “You were being such a good girl today, it’d be too bad if you lost that status.” She bit her lip, “Maybe I am too young.” She gave angelic eyes that made him chuckle as he went to the kitchen and fixed her a bottle. She sat Indian position in anticipation for him to come back and where the night could go. He came back over with an adult sized baby bottle that Zoey’s eyes locked onto in surprise that he had such an infantile item at the ready. She thought he was getting a glass of milk, not a baby bottle! Her surprised eyes met his humored ones. He sat down and put the bottle on the side table, opening his arms for her to crawl over. She hesitantly got on all fours and got onto his lap. He turned her onto her back and pulled off her sweatpants, “We don’t need to disguise what you really are with me.” He murmured, pulling the sweats off her ankles as she flushed red from the comment and her exposed diapered bottom. “Hm, does someone like that?” His fingers grazed her stomach between the top of her diaper and her shirt with a tickle as she giggled but didn’t answer him. He gave a knowing look as his hand grazed lower to the semi-wet padding, squishing her diaper, “Did someone wet already a little in her diapers?” Zoey moaned by the touch and his words. She was already putty in his arms so suddenly from a simple combination. “A little.” She said, his finger grazing her inner thighs now. “Hm, maybe it’s not time for a diaper change yet then.” His eyes flickered mischievously as he pulled his hand away to her dissatisfaction and grabbed her milk, “I’m sure this will help fill it.” Before she could protest, she opened her mouth and the large nipple of the bottle was placed in her mouth firmly, “Mmph.” She grumbled under him, realizing that suckling from a bottle wasn’t so easy as babies made it look. As much as she could grumble, the look in Dr. Mastermind’s eyes made her believe that she would have to drink the very full bottle. It took her a few moments to get a good rhythm down until she could have larger amounts fill her mouth as a time. Dr. Mastermind’s eyes melted as he watched her suckle, as if a real adult baby in his arms. He switched arms in holding the bottle, keeping one wrapped around her back to hold the bottle up and his now free left hand trailed down to her diaper. He squished the semi wet padding into her crotch as she began moaning underneath him. “I think someone’s been such a good girl today.” He murmured softly as she drank obediently and moaned to his touch. It didn’t take long until she shuddered in release, a bit of milk dribbling down the side of her mouth that the doctor caught with his finger, “Drink it all little girl, maybe you’ll get a second treat if you do.” Her eyes flashed in excitement as she suckled eagerly. Dr. Mastermind chuckled softly as she drank, knowing he had the little Glow Lightning in the palm of his hands now. Zoey drank the rest of the bottle until empty, “Good girl.” Dr. Mastermind murmured lowly in a sultry tone that made Zoey squirm as his hand still rested on her diapered crotch, patting her gently but not enough to get her too excited. “I have something else for you.” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pastel pink pacifier, pushing it gently between her lips. Just like the nipple of the bottle, it took Zoey a moment to get used to it as she looked up to the doctor who smiled down warmly. He played with her hair as she felt like she regressed so small. Her brain felt like mush in his hands from the embarrassment, tender touches and attention she felt. He was giving her the attention and care she craved so deeply that it made her feel fuzzy and flustered. “Maybe we can watch a movie before bedtime, how does that sound?” He asked lovingly down to her. She nodded in response as he grabbed the remote on the nightstand, turning on the TV. His eyes left hers to look at the screen but Zoey’s eyes didn’t waiver, she studied his strong jawline to his nose with a slight bump on it to his veins that showed in his neck that only pulsated when he was mad. Zoey didn’t notice she was suckling on the pacifier as she stared up at him and he glanced down with a smile. After a half an hour of watching the movie, Zoey began to feel her bladder building. She hadn’t went to the restroom since before going to Dr. Mastermind’s office and was feeling uncomfortable by how full her bladder was. She shifted in his arms as they watched Despicable Me and he looked down to her. Zoey gulped, staring at the TV but feeling his gaze. If he could read her mind, she didn’t know at this point why she’d even try to hide it, but the stubborn part of her wanted to, none-the-less. She felt his hand trail up to her lower abdomen, circling above her bladder, “Relax little one. That’s what your diapers are for.” He said softly, still watching her. Zoey felt embarrassed every time he said ‘your diapers’ in such a condescending tone. She shifted and he looked back up to the TV, waiting for the inevitable. Zoey closed her eyes, trying to wet but unable too. She let out a little breath and opened her eyes to see Dr. Mastermind’s eyes studying her as she tried. “Do you need help, little Zoey?” He asked, tilting his head. Zoey frowned behind her paci, “I gweth.” The pacifier giving her a lisp that made him smile at the cuteness. Dr. Mastermind snapped his finger and Zoey gasped as she felt her bladder let go like a water faucet turned on. She quickly sat up, trying to clench her bladder in the case she could leak. He pushed her back down, “Ah, ah, relax, little one. Watch the movie.” He instructed as she kept feeling her bladder do what it wanted. It was like she was really incontinent! If Dr. Mastermind could do this with one snap, what else could he do? She didn’t know if she wanted that answer just yet. She laid back as one of his hands patted gently her filling diaper. Zoey couldn’t believe she was still wetting for what felt like a few minutes. By the time she stopped, the diaper was inflated around her with warm pee that felt like it was going to possibly leak if she peed anymore. “What a good girl.” He patted the soggy diaper and praised that made her squirm with the words again, making her hot and bothered. She was taken by so many feelings in the wet diaper and a handsome guy tending to her. It was overwhelming feelings of pure ecstasy, humiliation and a form of love she hadn’t felt before by anyone. She only knew this man for three weeks, yet the way he looked at her longingly made her feel special and loved. She didn’t know his as well as she wanted to, but she wanted to learn so much more about him. Zoey looked to the TV as she suckled her pacifier in a regressed state, feeling like such mush in his arms in her very wet diaper and pacifier. She shifted, wishing slightly to be changed soon but it didn’t seem like Dr. Mastermind was looking to move anytime soon. They were over halfway through the movie and Zoey guessed he may just wait until after the movie for her change. During the movie, her thighs went together a bit more, eliciting a soft squish on her insides that made her squirm a bit. She didn’t mean to do that but it was surprisingly nice. A half an hour later, the movie ended and Dr. Mastermind turned off the TV, picking Zoey up once more. He brought her up the stairs to his master bedroom that Zoey almost dropped her pacifier seeing how beautiful it was. There were ceiling to floor glass walls around a glass sliding door, plants with black pots lining the balcony and a king sized bed that had a black frame with a canopy dressing it. The furniture was a light wood with black accents. He had a dark grey comforter that was like laying on a cloud to Zoey when she was laid on it. “Be good and stay here.” He murmured as she took in his bedroom, looking around in awe of the crown molded ceilings and the unique darkness of it. Dr. Mastermind went into his master bathroom and grabbed his supplies for her from his cabinet. He walked back in and she was putting her thighs together, squirming a bit from the pleasure. He gave her a look, “What did I just say?” Zoey blinked in confusion, not even realizing she was being a touch naughty, “Sowwy.” She said behind the pacifier. He shook his head in disappointment and opened her diaper changing mat as Zoey fixated on it, realizing it was a baby changing mat with pastel multi-color baby dinosaur print on it. She lifted her hips as he placed it under her and opened up his wipes. From his angle as he lowered himself onto the bed her wet diaper was adorable along with her lost look. He almost wanted to keep her in the wet diaper all night but decided against it as it may be a touch cruel too soon for him to do. He brushed off the thought and went to work in wiping her down, being cautious of her excited areas. Zoey made sure not to shift and be naughty as he wiped. He put the wipes in the diaper and rolled them inside as he pulled the dirty diaper out from under her. Then he got the new diaper out and put it underneath her. He paused, looking down at her excited rosebud with a lick of his lips. Dr. Mastermind eyed her, “I think you get a second treat tonight for being so good.” He murmured, taking a wipe out and wiping her rosebud as she gasped in surprise. The kiss of the wipe was not enough, he knew that much. He lowered his mouth to her as she gasped at his tongue connecting to her. He put his finger into her at the same time and she had a powerful orgasm within a minute, moaning in surprise that he was willing to do that to her and was so skilled. He stayed for another moment, licking her excitement before getting a wipe and cleaning her up a touch more. He powdered her and brought the diaper over her, taping her in snugly. Zoey felt sleepy after what he did to her. Her brain was in a fluster of not believing he just had done that and how good it felt. Her eyes tried to stay awake as he got the changing mat out from under her. As he put the supplies away, she fell asleep quickly. He went over to the bed, eyes grazing her peaceful closed eyes, long dark eyelashes, long dark brown hair to her cute little bottom. The things he’d do to her was a long list, one he’d wait to do over time. He sighed, getting up and putting on his pajamas. Dr. Mastermind went back to the bed, picking his new little baby up and getting under the covers with her. He turned off the light, kissing her hair and cuddling into her before drifting off to sleep.

Thank you so much! It's full circle to hear your thoughts on the story, I have read your stories throughout the years and am a huge fan of your stories! ❤️ Also, to the comment about the perfect daddy/baby girl relationship... maybe the next few chapters may or may not disappoint! 🤔

16: Slipping Further Zoey woke up moaning softly to an orgasm and a soggy GoodNite from her session. “Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, seeing the wet patch on her black shorts. Dr. Mastermind quickly chastised, “Bad girl. That’s an adult word you aren’t allowed to use.” Zoey gulped looking up to him who already had a towel he was sliding under her bottom on the couch, wipes and a diaper out. She blinked at the diaper, “I am not wearing that during the day.” “You are.” He said, teasing her further, “If you’re going to start wetting during the day and night, I can’t trust you’ll stay dry on your own.” The belittling comments made her flushed, hot and bothered as he helped her pants and soggy GoodNite off. He took wipes to her bottom and front as she softly moaned from how sensitive she was to touch down there after orgasming. “Ah, ah, only good girls get treats. You were bad and it’s time for a spanking then your diaper.” He scolded as she laid there in pure humiliation and post orgasm state. She squirmed at his tone as if she were bad. His words and tone just made her more excited. He went to the other open side of the couch and patted his lap. She took a second as she realized she’d have to crawl over like a baby. She blushed as she went over his lap and he held her down with his strong arms. “I told you you’d get 15 last time we did this, didn’t I?” He asked, fingertips tracing her bottom. “I think.” She said, knowing it was 15 but hoping it’d be lower. She made a small yelp as she felt a sting, “16 sounds better.” He said, beginning to spank without mercy. She winced at the pain and the loudness, wondering if her house mates heard. If they were inside, she was sure they probably could tell what was going on. By the 16th spank, she was in tears underneath him and he pulled her up, kissing her forehead and cooing her. The aftercare and endorphins from the pain made it all worth it to her as she nuzzled into his chest, “Shhhhh, I’ll take care of you little one, don’t worry.” She nuzzled into him calming down, “I’m sorry for cursing.” “It’s okay.” He pulled back and looked her in the eyes, “How does a fresh diaper sound? I’m sure that will cheer you up.” He said, as if she were a small child. She frowned, knowing his cards now and that he enjoyed her humiliation… yet why did that make her more excited? She blushed as he pushed her onto the towel on the couch, opening the diaper and placing it under her. “After this change, I don’t think I’ll need to diaper you tonight, what do you think?” He asked, powdering her bottom, “Remember only a few sprinkles of powder.” Zoey was looking forward to that night and now that she was getting her diaper earlier, she didn’t think that she wouldn’t see him again that night. “I dunno if I’ll remember this time either what to do.” She said with a playful grin and his eyes flickered with something unreadable to her. “Hm, well then maybe I’ll have you write the steps 100 times in your sketchbook upstairs before our next session if you’re having memory problems.” He said, tilting his head as if he really wanted her to do it herself. “Never mind, I- uh, think I’ll remember this time.” She said, playing into his low key threat. She thought she understood Dr. Mastermind more since they talked about everything, and she thought this may just be roleplay but it was becoming apparent for him this was lifestyle and he wanted her to be his actual adult toddler baby. The back-and-forth mind games were exhausting for her though. “I can still come over tonight and make sure.” He offered, brushing her rosebud with his powdered thumb deliberately as she moaned in surprise that he did that. “Mmmph.” She mumbled, hips moving and wanting more. “You’re so easy to play with, my little Zoey.” He said, eyes bouncing at how reactive her body was to simple words and touches now. He pushed the front of her diaper over her and taped her quickly, “There, much better isn’t it?” He patted above her crotch and made sure not to hover over her sweet spots again. Zoey nodded, “I guess.” She got up and he helped her into new sweats he had in his closet. Zoey made mental note that he must have known that this was going to happen. “Wear you’re diaper today like a good girl and maybe you’ll get a reward tonight.” He said, eyes switching from serious to lustful in one sentence. She shifted on her feet with the bulky diaper now obviously between her thighs that she couldn’t close. It wasn’t just a daytime diaper but a thick nighttime one to her demise. She tried to not seem eager, “Okay, I’ll be good.” Even if she meant that she could be caught by the other house mates, she’d do it. She heard him chuckle as she slowly waddled out, the padding crinkling slightly with each move. It was bulky, louder than she thought and obvious. As she walked down the hallway and the light casted over the living area, she considered skipping lunch so that she wasn’t caught. She didn’t know if Ivy or Trident would notice but she didn’t want to push it. She walked into the dining room to see Ivy and Trident already eating and talking about what they were going to do after the program since they both left by the end of the week. “So you’re going back to the Super Forces?” Ivy asked Trident. “Unfortunately.” Trident said, piercing blue eyes falling on Zoey as she sat down slowly, “Are you okay?” He asked, eyeing her and the sudden awkwardness she was at the table. “Yep.” She said, looking to Ivy and Trident quickly before reaching for a sandwich that sat on the middle of the table. Ivy’s eyes studied Zoey’s puffy ones and looked to her food, “You can talk to us, you know. I won’t bite anymore.” She said with a flash of a smile. Zoey shook her head and just ate her sandwich, not wanting to talk about it. “What are your plans after leaving here, Zoey?” Trident asked after a moment of silence, changing the subject. Zoey was mid bite as she swallowed, “I guess go back to the Tower? Then plan my fake suicide attempt and maybe do what Sarah is.” She shrugged. Ivy laughed, “Yeah right, good luck with that.” She shook her head as Zoey gave her a confused look, “Sarah is wanted by the Agency. She has a false sense of security and if she’s found by the Agency, she may as well try to kill herself.” Her and Trident exchanged a look as Zoey scrunched her face in confusion. “Why though? Can’t we just quit, I don’t get it?” She asked. Trident sighed, looking up from his plate and considering what to let up on, “I mean… from working on the Super Forces and hearing what has happened to people who cross the Agency, it’s pretty fucked up.” He shook his head, “They don’t even let people quit, I’ve tried.” Ivy nodded, “I have too, that’s why I started doing Power X from my PTSD. People from the Super Force are fucked up.” She shook her head, eyes scrutinizing the table, “Luckily this program has made me forget a lot of it. I know about what happened, but I can’t remember in detail. I just know what to be aware of.” Ivy said, a glint of pain in her eyes. Zoey swallowed, feeling like she knew that Ivy may have been sexually assaulted like Zoey almost was. If not for Dr. Mastermind, she may have been the same as Ivy. “Me too.” Trident said with a serious tone, eyes meeting Ivy and then looking down, “It’s going to be hard to go back, but I know our options now.” His eyes flicked from Ivy to Zoey with an ounce of courage. Zoey was confused, as if she was missing a huge part of a plot in a book, “What options are you talking about?” Ivy looked to her, “To go back and be a part of Dr. Mastermind’s team or to go into hiding.” “I thought you thought he was an evil mastermind or something this morning?” Zoey said in confusion. Ivy nodded, “I did. Then I had my session, and he knew what I told you. We talked and I learned a lot about his vision, how he wants to protect us, humans and other future Supers from them.” Ivy said them as if referring to the Supers Force. She shrugged, “I believe him, I really do now. That’s why I’ve decided I’m going back to the Tower.” Zoey nodded, still beyond confused that she shifted, remembering the diaper snug around her hips. She went back to her food, not realizing that her situation may be worse than she initially thought. Zoey wasn’t alone in knowing how dark the Agency was, that was apparent.

I'll share my ABDL 'coming out' story because I waited too long to tell my ex-boyfriend and it's something I wish I did a lot sooner that I hope helps. I told my ex-boyfriend after 3 going on 4 years that I was into diapers and being babied. It was a conversation I broached when we were talking about kinks and I was living life in thinking I could *maybe* skip needing to live out ABDL fantasies... I was very wrong, naive and was lying to myself. It got to a point that I was depressed because I thought no one would ever love me for the real me that I kept hidden, even though I was in a really good relationship. After 3 years of overthinking, I told my ex. My ex was actually super great about it and accepted who I was, they even helped in diapering me once. The ex wasn't upset at me(surprisingly) about hiding for so long. I think it was out of the blue for them, but it was accepted. I think I went about it with confidence and saying the word 'diaper' in the mirror a few times to make myself more confident lol. Also, it was tough to say the whole disclaimers of ABDL. Before I told my ex, I told myself, "If he doesn't accept me, then he's not the person I should be with." Luckily my ex did, but I found that if he didn't, then maybe it would be for a reason. I ended up breaking up with him a year after telling him my secret. The reason we broke up wasn't because I kept this massive secret, it was because we just weren't compatible as far as what we wanted in life. Also, I found that dating my ex, who was pretty much 90% vanilla, my little self would never feel fully loved, cared for and validated because my ex just didn't care nor tried- even when I expressed that it was important to me. I'm someone who enjoys things if it's mutual enjoyment too and although I explained this part of me to them- it seems like they didn't fully get it nor care to do anything with the ABDL stuff unless I asked and I barely asked because I was ashamed still. TBH I can't blame them for not putting in effort for something I didn't share for 3 years though. I've heard of other stories that a vanilla person converts/tries and puts in effort, just my ex didn't care too and that would never be enough for me in a longterm relationship. Altogether, I wish I said something sooner because I do feel like I wasted their time & my own since it was ultimately myself that decided things would never work longterm BUT the timing to me must have been for a reason as I met my husband months after his breakup with his ex-girlfriend as well. All this to say, there was a happy ending to my story(I wouldn't share if not haha)! I ended up finding my now Daddy and husband on Fetlife in a city near where I lived 4 years ago. We dated a month after my breakup, I moved in with him after a year together, was proposed too and we married last year. We've done so many fun ABDL things, lived out many of our fantasies and I couldn't imagine a life without him. Things sometimes workout for the best, I'd like to believe!

15: Gasoline Zoey came out of her memory lapse and blinked to Dr. Mastermind in confusion, “That was… real?” She asked, feeling so disgusted of things she never knew almost happened with Dogman Jones and Captain Thwart. They were thirty years older than her and disgusting old men! “Yes.” He said, a flicker of regret in his eyes to show her that, “I didn’t want you to remember that, but this conversation left me with no choice.” Zoey shook her head, “I just… this is a lot to unpack.” She shook her head, putting her hands through her long dark brown hair. “We can use your session today to talk, if you’d like.” He said, watching her carefully, eyes flicking over her fingers threading through her beautiful dark brown waves. “I mean… I just don’t get why me saying that lead you to make me like diapers? That’s what I can’t unpack the most.” She shook her head. Looking into his warm brown eyes that flickered humorously. “Because you didn’t know how much you liked diapers until I introduced you to them.” He said, tilting his head as if it were a known thing, “Against popular beliefs, I can’t entrance someone to like something they hate or are disgusted by in the longterm. I can only coax and show what it could be like.” Zoey shook her head, “But that doesn’t help explain why I org-“ She hesitated to say the word, “orgasm every morning?” Dr. Mastermind smiled playfully, “I thought that would be nice, is it not? I can make the wet dreams stop if you insist.” “No-“ She scrunched her face, saying no so quickly, “I mean, they are nice.” She said with a frown as Dr. Mastermind gave a knowing smile to her. “I just don’t get why you do this… with every patient right, not just me?” She asked, wondering if Joey, Trident and Ivy were the same. He chuckled loudly with a shake of his head, “No, I don’t. Haven’t ever crossed that line with anyone else.” He calmed down and settled back in his chair with a ghost of a smile. Zoey frowned, more confused, “Then why me? Why diapers and everything else?” His eyes switched to a lustful look suddenly, “Because the day I met you I couldn’t stop thinking of you being my little baby and exploring what that looked like to have you under my control.” Zoey felt warmth in her chest down to her lower abdomen from his words. It made her hot and bothered as he looked at her and she knew he knew how she felt. “I-I just don’t get it. I don’t get how you asked me about my deepest desires and that turned into diapers, embarrassment and being babied still.” She said, trying to pull out of him that it couldn’t just be her who liked the babying and diapers. Dr. Mastermind blinked with a humored expression placed on his face, “I’ve always had a…” He trailed off, looking to Zoey’s crotch, “fetish, one could say, for control and humiliation in it’s rawest form. Diapers, wetting, other things are just in that spectrum that gives me total control. Finding someone who’s consensual and willing to do those things is rare.” He said, licking his lips as he looked into Zoey’s eyes. “Finding someone who I’m attracted to mentally and physically is even rarer.” Zoey bit her lip, “So that’s how I’ve been turned into this,” She waved to her padded crotch, “from your own deep desires?” A bit of hurt was in her eyes now. Although his words validated her thoughts that had been cycling in her head for so long, she couldn't get past the diapers. He shook his head, “Don’t get yourself confused, little Zoey. It was a part of yours too, I just had to show you what it could be, and you liked it, more than you and I even knew possible.” “How can you tell if you’re just brainwashing me every session?” She said, not believing him fully that stung Dr. Mastermind’s heart. “The sessions weren’t me brainwashing you, that’s a negative connotation I don’t like to use for what I do.” He said quickly, annoyed from her continued usage of the word, “I hypnotized you to a deep trance-like state between your unconscious and conscious self to learn who you were in your rawest form. I helped that come out that you were experiencing heightened excitement like you’re feeling now. That’s normal." He paused, eyes serious and unwavering to Zoey as she blushed at the idea that it wasn't just Dr. Mastermind brainwashing her. The realization hitting that this weird new diaper-lover-thing and being babied was something she actually enjoyed too, "The wetting and other things I hypnotized are another story, something I thought would be fun with you that’d you enjoy, like the wet dreams.” She blinked to her hands, studying her tiny fingertips in a sadness of realizing that the past few weeks she was in a hypnotized state, “So, how do I know what’s real or not? How do I know I really like this if I’m hypnotized to feel these things?” Dr. Mastermind took a deep breath and crossed his arms, “I’ll stop everything and let it all fade. It’ll take a week, in which you’ll be leaving by then.” Zoey looked up to his eyes, her eyes suddenly sad, “What if I don’t want that?” A corner of his mouth went up, “What do you not want, Zoey?” He leaned forward, intrigued. “If you can read my mind, why do you still ask me questions?” Zoey asked, crossing her arms. “Because I like seeing you squirm and blush when you answer.” He said, playfulness shadowing his eyes. Zoey giggled softly, “I don’t want to leave nor stop. I want to be…” She blushed, knowing she just gave him what he liked, but, deep down, also what she equally craved for, “babied and diapered. I want the full experience before I leave.” She said, swallowing and maybe not knowing fully what that meant yet. He got the pocket watch out of his drawer and tossed it to her, “Then let’s begin our session.”

I always seem to be way off in the chapters so thanks for the feedback😅 Thanks for the kind words on the story and more chapters are incoming today and in the next week!

14: The Puppet Baby Zoey went to Dr. Grey, or better, Dr. Mastermind’s office slowly, her mind in a swirl of what Ivy told her and what she felt for Dr. Grey. Could it all be a lie? Was she brainwashed to be enamored by him? Was she entranced to have this weird fetish? Did he make her want all of these things? Zoey shook her head with a tremble of her lip. It was like everything she thought she knew was crumbling down, yet she still wanted him even if he did those things to her. Zoey paused by his door and felt tears fall down her face. She wiped her face and put her back against the wall for a moment, closing her eyes and trying to breath slowly to collect her thoughts. She thought about the only facts she knew that couldn’t be mislead by her internal want to believe that this doctor was a good guy: 1) Before she was taken to the facility and that she never had daily wet dreams that made her wakeup in orgasms. 2) She was never this excited all the time. 3) Zoey didn’t have a fetish for diapers before her first session. 4) Zoey didn’t know who Dr. Grey was. She didn’t even know his real first name. Zoey tried to keep the mental list and wished she had her journal to write down things to remember. Who knew if she’d remember anything after her ‘session’. What even happened during them? Was she just losing her mental state to fantasies more and more each time? It was almost disgusting if she thought about how many times she orgasmed in 3 weeks… Zoey couldn’t deny that she wasn’t loving it though. She blushed at the thought as she jumped when his office’s door opened and Dr. Grey peaked out, “Zoey, it’s 5 minutes past.” He said, a disappointed tone in his voice that she was late. Her knees became weak at his tone, feeling like mush that she may have gotten herself in trouble. It was like a switch that his voice could do such things to her. She gulped, remembering what Ivy said and realizing that may have just been a new program in her brain he conditioned her for during the sessions. Zoey realized he was still waiting for her as she stood in thought. “Sorry.” She mumbled as he awaited her to move into the room and plopped onto the couch, the pull-up softly cushioning her sitting down. “Why are you late?” He adjusted his white dress shirt cuffs and crossed his arms in irritation. His silent anger making her realize it was a bigger deal being late than she thought. “I-uhm…” She trailed off, knowing that her excuse either had to be honest or she’d be spanked. Her eyes switched for the first time to glowering back to him, “You’re real name isn’t Dr. Grey, is it?” A real flash of Zoey before the facility came through. The Zoey she knew was strong, fierce and courageous, not this new version that was trembling at words, crying, shy and quite literally a baby at this point. His mouth went into a line, eyes studying hers with an unreadable expression. A silence filled the room and Zoey swallowed as she sat there, wondering what he was going to do or say. For a moment, a few thoughts scared her… what if he could just make her go to sleep with a snap of his fingers? What if he could control her? If this was his ability, what else could he be capable of? He sighed, reading her thoughts and choosing his words carefully, “I can do all of those things and more, Zoey.” His eyes, suddenly looking powerful and malicious as she looked up to him. Zoey was confused for a moment… could he hear her thoughts? She thought, gulping as she felt her heart starting to quicken. “Do all of…what?” She asked in a small voice. He smiled with a light chuckle that sounded almost a hint of evil to her, as if he liked the power he held in the room that she gave him. A pause followed as Zoey felt very uncomfortable sitting there. He finally spoke, “My Super name is Dr. Mastermind, you are correct.” He tilted his head down to her, “And I can read your mind, I can snap my fingers and make you fall asleep. I can control you and many more things.” He said slowly, drawing out the fear in Zoey of the possibilities. Zoey was scared to say what was next but knew she had to ask anyways, “Then are you, like… evil?” She asked, scared of the answer. His fingers were grazing his chin, one elbow propped on his other hand, “Not to you.” He tilted his head, studying her reaction and thoughts. Zoey snapped, “But- you basically made me into this diaper loving baby plaything, didn’t you?!” She asked, suddenly standing and raising her voice. She felt the energy surge in her hands, electricity pulsating through her veins as the light began flickering. He turned and walked around his desk, sitting on his desk chair and clasping his hands on his desk. When he looked at her, he had a look of pure amusement from the conversation and her sudden flare of power, “And do you not enjoy it?” Zoey was fuming a moment before, yet her electricity pulsations quickly calmed down. She sat in thought as she looked to the rug then up to him in confusion, “I-uhm…” She shook her head, torn by the answer, “You made me like it?” She asked, questioning herself. “I didn’t make you like it.” He mused, sitting back and crossing his arms. What mind-fuckery was this?! Zoey thought, shaking her head, eyes holding disbelief, “That’s a lie. I didn’t like these things before!” She remembered her list… well, at least 1 or 2 of the mental points. He must’ve been still brainwashing her at the moment to believe a lie! Dr. Mastermind chuckled, “No, I’m not brainwashing you. This is an uncontrolled conversation, Zoey.” He sighed, a bit annoyed he had to explain things, “Do you remember when we first met?” Zoey frowned, “Uh… at the hospital?” He smiled warmly, sad nostalgia in his eyes, “No, because I erased your memory of the first time we actually met.” Zoey blinked, unable to tell if he was being honest or not, “What-how-why?” She asked, confused. His eyes glowed a dark purple and as she looked into them, they were swirling. Before she knew it, she was in a completely other room. If was as if she was in her 20 year old body, suddenly transported back 3 years in time. She remembers now where she was and how she got there… it was her interview for the Super Agency. This interview would decipher if she’d be on the League that lived in the tower and was the celebrity status and socialites of Supers or be a part of the real Super Force, which were the Hero’s who found real Villains and protected humans. She remembered waiting for a long while until a few men walked into the room, one she distinctly thought was attractive in his tall, dark and intelligent type of look. She met his eyes for a moment that were studying her already. She looked to the other guys who was the famous Captain Thwart and Dogman Jones, two people she always looked up to growing up she saw on the news. They were the real Supers of the Super Force, saving hundreds to thousands in large wildfires, natural accidents or worse, Super Villains. “Hello, Glow Lightning, nice to meet you.” Captain Thwart said as Zoey stood and shook his hand, then the other two’s. “I’m sure you know us, Captain Thwart and Dogman Jones.” He said, surprisingly very cockily in a way Zoey didn’t remember as a kid. Dogman Jones smiled with a wink at Zoey as they shook hands. “This is Dr. Mastermind who will be assisting us in the interview.” “Nice to meet you, Zoey.” He said, shaking hands with Zoey as she felt a butterfly in her stomach of nervousness looking into his dark brown eyes and the way he said her real name. She liked the way he said her real name more than she’d ever admit and intentionally didn’t correct him to say Glow. This man looked over 10 years older than her, but Zoey was old enough to play with the idea of dating someone much older. “Please, sit, get comfortable.” Captain Thwart said, winking at Dogman Jones with a smug smile. Zoey didn’t know why, but these two middle aged Supers made her feel suddenly uncomfortable. She felt the weirdness and the way they looked at her, as if they wanted to fuck her. The only one who didn’t look at her like that was Dr. Mastermind. He had an apologetic look as he met her eyes, as if he didn’t want to be there but had too. “Dr. Mastermind here is a psychologist, mind reader and hypnotist. We’re going to ask some serious questions today and all you have to do is answer truthfully and follow our instructions, sound good?” Captain Thwart clapped his hands, face charismatic as he said the words. Zoey nodded, “Great, I’m ready.” She said, a bit too excitedly. She had wanted to be on the Super Force ever since she found out she was Super, which was like, 3 years old. If she could win over these two, she was sure she’d be in! “Let’s start then.” Captain Thwart leaned in and Zoey caught a whiff of whiskey… that couldn’t be, could it? She thought that he wasn’t the type. She always saw Captain Thwart on TV, he even had his own reality show of him and his wife and kids. He was one of the idol families you’d want to have and supposedly a great family guy and gentleman. Zoey watched the show with her mom growing up and knew it to be true. “How old are you?” “Um, 20.” She said, surprised he didn’t know from her papers in front of him. “Good. Are you still a virgin?” He asked, tilting his head with a hunger in his eyes. The uncomfortable feeling she suddenly felt was immense as her eyes shifted from him to Dogman Jones who made a small chuckle that he covered up into a cough as he leaned forward and looked to Captain Thwart. Zoey’s eyes began glowering to the two older men as the lights flickered a bit from the energy pulsating in her hands. “Woah now, it’s just a little joke, sweetie.” Captain Thwart gave a little laugh alongside Dogman Jones for a moment. Zoey’s eyes went to Dr. Mastermind who didn’t move nor act like he was even in the room anymore as he stared at his notebook. “Don’t call me sweetie.” She said quickly without waver in her voice, hating the word coming from this person she idolized as a child. It was disgusting and disappointing, all at once. Didn’t they know she was on social media as a feminist? Sure, she didn’t like her job, but she liked the purpose. Captain Thwart looked suddenly evil with a look in his eyes that held power and then they switched quickly to playful as if he wasn’t affected by her comment, “Bad joke, let’s get to the serious ones. Sometimes we have Dr. Mastermind hypnotize to get interviewees to a state where we can ask questions at their most raw and honest levels. Are you okay with this?” From the uncomfortable feeling Zoey got from being in the room with two men who were seemingly drunk, Zoey wanted to walk out of the room. She knew that if she walked out, she’d lose everything she’d ever built with the Agency. Sure, she hated it, but it was her career and she couldn’t go without it. Her eyes shifted to Dr. Mastermind who had his eyes studying hers, as if they never left. You can trust me with them. I won’t let them do anything to you. You are safe with me. She heard the words so clearly in her head, as if he actually spoke. Her eyes looked to Captain Thwart’s blue ones and nodded, “Sure.” She didn’t know what she was agreeing too but was a bit nervous. Dr. Mastermind pushed a golden pocket watch to her, “All you have to do is pick it up and watch the hands tick.” Her green eyes went from Mastermind’s to the watch, eyes moving with the hand in tiny increments, “Listen to it.” He said, eyes glowing deep purple. Suddenly Zoey felt like she was in a deep euphoric state as everything became blurry and dark. Her body was paralyzed as she sat. It was as if she was sleeping with her eyes open, yet she could hear and see through what felt like a stained glass window. “If you could make her forget everything after this session. She’s a little feisty and bitchy one, aren’t ya?” Captain Thwart said in a lean forward, mocking Zoey who couldn’t move but hear everything. “If you talk to her like that any further then I’ll stop the session.” Dr. Mastermind said lowly. “You like to tell me what to do a lot and I’m starting to not like that.” Captain Thwart said. “We’ll discuss this later, ask what you want and let’s get on with the day. I have 3 other sessions after this.” Dr. Mastermind said. Captain Thwart looked at Zoey, eyeing her, “Ask her what her deepest erotic desires are, Mastermind.” He said, a country inflection in his voice that was insulting to Zoey. Dr. Mastermind sighed in annoyance, knowing it was a typical question Captain Thwart asked in most sessions, “Zoey, what are your deepest desires?” It was sickening that Dr. Mastermind had to ask these things, but it was his job and he couldn’t not. “Deepest erotic-“ Captain Thwart began to say before Zoey began answering. Zoey was surprised she started talking as her brain felt like it didn’t know but something deep within her did, “To be loved unconditionally, to be cared for, to be a kid again, a toddler or baby even. To feel safe and depend on someone who I know cares for me. I’d go as far as to give up my control completely to someone. To be controlled and told what to do, knowing they always have my best interest in mind.” “Okay, this one I have to get a blow job from. I call dibs.” Dogman Jones said, getting up and beginning to unbuckle his pants. Zoey felt her heartrate speed up as she heard him get up. Then, a moment later she heard a thump sound as he fell to the ground. “Why the fuck did you do that Mastermind! Now you’re pissing me off big time buddy-“ Captain Thwart said and then Zoey heard another thump as he fell to the ground. She suddenly blinked and saw the room clearly, looking to the ground where Captain Thwart was slumped and then she looked to Dogman Jones who was on the other side of the ground. Both looked knocked out cold as she looked to Dr. Mastermind who looked apologetically to her. He sighed, writing down a few things and nodding to the door, “They will remember your interview as subpar but nothing else. You don’t want to be in the Super Force anyways, lots of rape and other horrible things. I don’t care to go into detail.” His eyes looked studying as Zoey nodded, shaking her head to them. “They aren’t what I remembered seeing…” She trailed off, looking to Dogman Jones belt in his hand, he really was going to rape her? That was beyond her. “They aren’t who they portray.” Dr. Mastermind said, eyes glanced to her lips and then her eyes. “You can go, just try to stay away from them, hm?” He asked, head tilting as if already protective of her. Zoey shook her head, eyes watering from what had just happened and all the things she believed about the Super Forces that were so wrong now. How could they do those things to people? She couldn’t bare to imagine other people being raped by them. It was despicable and disgusting to her. The person who seeked justice for those people. “Do they do this with every interviewee?” She asked, an edge in her voice. Dr. Mastermind sighed, “They try but can’t with me here.” “What happens when you aren’t here?” She asked, Dr. Mastermind not needing to read her mind to know her disgusted thoughts. He was now the one who flickered in disgust and hatred, “They’ve done things.” “And…” She shook her head, “Why do you still work here?” “To stop them or as much as I can of them.” He said, head tilting down to the Supers. Zoey swallowed, “Can I help at all?” Her eyes serious as she looked at Dr. Mastermind’s. His eyes flashed in surprise by the sudden offer. He shook his head, “No.” He gave no explanation, just not allowing it completely. “But, I mean, I can’t leave here and not want to see justice for what they’ve done.” Her eyes held a wild flicker Dr. Mastermind hadn’t seen before that scared him for her life. He didn’t know this girl but he couldn’t let her leave knowing what she knew. She was, quite possibly, the gasoline to his fire and he couldn’t let her explode what he had been working on for years. “I know and that’d why I have to erase your memory of this session too.” Zoey began, “But-“ His eyes flickering in pain to do this to her within the deep purple swirls as she looked into his eyes. In a few minutes later she walked to her car, not remembering Dr. Mastermind but Captain Thwart and Dogman Jones interview and how they seemed to like what she had to say. She felt like it wasn’t her best interview ever but was hopefully enough to get into the Super Forces. While Zoey forgot about Dr. Mastermind, Dr. Mastermind could never forget Zoey and the things she said that day. He was looking for someone who complimented his deep desires and she was everything and more to him. There was something about her mind, a curiosity he had of her that he didn’t have with… anyone, ever. He would keep his distance, but little did he know he’d cross paths again in a different way.

Chapter 13: Brainwashed Zoey woke up profusely sweating from an orgasm. She rolled onto her side to grab water from how parched she was. She shifted to feel her diaper fully soaked and saw the time was 7AM. Zoey got up and took a shower, placing her wet diaper in the garbage. It seemed her dreams were becoming more and more real feeling. She remembered the details of the dream in fine detail. Zoey was almost annoyed with herself that she was constantly horny now, it was really problemsome from how she could barely contain it. The dreams mixed with Dr. Grey slowly babying her more and more was turning her into mush and she wanted to say she hated it… yet it was the most alive she ever felt. She wanted Dr. Grey in more ways than one. She wanted him to baby her, to hold her, to fuck her and to love her. She wanted to know more about him and for him to know her body. It was almost an obsession Zoey had with him, diapers and baby things. She knew it was a fetish at this point and wouldn’t have it any other way. Zoey was in her own little world when she went to breakfast, sitting near Ivy who’s last day would be in two days. Trident was outside for his morning swim and it left only Zoey with Ivy. Ivy ate her cereal, eyes looking over to timid Zoey who was keeping to herself, “Hey.” Zoey looked up from her cinnamon roll to Ivy who’s eyes were burning into her, “Hey.” She said, feeling like she was for once pulled out of her constant state of thoughts encircling her mind about diapers, Dr. Grey and what they would do. “I’m sorry for the other week.” Ivy paused, loathing her need to apologize, “I don’t apologize much so don’t take it lightly.” She said quickly, eyes darting away from Zoey and then back. Zoey frowned, “I’m sorry for electrocuting you, really. Even if you don’t believe it.” “I’ll get over it at some point.” Ivy said, offering a wink and a small smile, “I’ll be leaving in a few days and we have a lot in common that I think we shouldn’t hate each other if I leave here.” Zoey shrugged, “Like… what that we have in common?” She was perplexed by what Ivy meant. “We hate the Agency, tampered with Power X, and got sent here to the brainwash doctor.” She said, head tilting to Zoey. “Brainwash doctor?” Zoey blurted, blinking in confusion. “Shhhh.” Ivy hushed Zoey, looking behind her as if he were near. She looked back to Zoey with piercing green eyes, “Why do you think you don’t want to leave here, idiot?” Zoey looked down at the white marble table in confusion, trying to think why she liked the beach house so much when she didn’t do much outside of reading, being diapered and artwork, “I just…” She tilted her head, thinking of Dr. Grey and how much she was falling for him. She didn’t think that was brainwash… to her knowledge. “Exactly. Haven’t you seen his purple eyes in sessions?” “No, I guess not…” Zoey said. It was the moment the switch flipped for Zoey… She gasped, covering her hand with her mouth and the dots aligning to her beginning these erotic dreams about diapers since the start of being here. Those were out of her character, yet she couldn’t say she hated them. Quite honestly, she loved the dreams and this newfound fetish that she wanted more of. Why did she like the idea that even if Dr. Grey was manipulating her it made her more attracted to him? She was his puppy he could play with all day if he wanted too. “Why are you blushing? Are you not pissed about this? Dr. Grey isn’t even his real name Zoey.” Ivy said in a hushed voice, eyes serious and scrutinizing. Zoey shrugged, “I- uh… what’s his real name?” She had no lies to tell, her face may have said it all. “Dr. Mastermind. From things I’ve heard, he’s like really dangerous and called the Puppet Master of Supers, Zoey.” Ivy looked disgusted as she said this, as if she were plotting to leave and turn in Dr. Mastermind. Zoey tilted her head to the table again, eyes studying the marble vines in thought… Why did that turn her on more? This new information didn’t change anything for Zoey. If she was his puppet, she’d gladly be that without question. Rather, she’d be his baby. At least he played with her she wouldn’t mind… As scared as Ivy seemed with a flicker of fear in her eyes, Zoey couldn’t help but meet Ivy’s eyes with a flicker of excitement. Was it fucked up and twisted of Zoey? It was and she embraced her dark and twisted side. It may have been as dark and twisted as Dr. Mastermind’s.

12: Squirming & Properly Diapered Zoey woke up in a sweat that following Monday morning to another full-blown orgasm and very wet sheets. She got up and couldn’t believe her full GoodNite that had leaked everywhere. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She muttered as she ran to the bathroom and showered first. She gathered her sheets and looked at the clock to see it was 6:50AM. She cursed under her breath, knowing that Dr. Grey usually was in the gym around that time. How was she going to get out of wearing padding after this? He gave her a pull-up during the day, would this mean diapers next? She didn’t want to think about that, it made her uncomfortably hot and bothered imagining her wearing those at night. Zoey grabbed the sheets and went down the stairs to the laundry room, quickly passing the gym and knowing there was an 80% chance he’d show. Zoey put her wet pajama bottoms in the sink and stuffed her sheets in the washer. She saw out of the corner of her eye Dr. Grey come into the room. “I separated the colors from the white this time!” She said in a hushed voice since it was still early. He smiled warmly, yet his eyes were serious, “Good girl.” His words made her flush from her chest down to her lower abdomen. “Did you wear your GoodNites to bed?” He asked, interrogating her as if she may be in trouble for not wearing. She nodded with a gulp, knowing it was worse now that she overflowed a pull-up, “Yes.” His eyes searched hers to make sure she wasn’t lying, although he knew she wasn’t, “Good.” He paused, closing the lid that was a hard reach for her, “So you leaked?” He asked, tilting his head. Zoey nodded in tiny motions in response, looking to her feet. “Hm.” He said, thoughtfully with a pause, “I will bring you some night time diapers for this week, do you know how to put those on properly?” Zoey’s eyes darted up quickly with hesitation, “Yeah…I think so.” “That wasn’t a confident enough response for me to believe you.” His brown eyes melted a bit by how cute she was at trying to convince him that she could do it herself, “I’ll help you tonight. How does that sound?” “I-er, don’t think I-“ “I’ll be in to help you before bedtime.” He cut her off before leaving without letting her fuss any longer about what he decided for her. She didn’t seem like she could do it herself and he didn’t want her to leak again from a poorly taped diaper. She stood there, frozen from his sudden control in the conversation, telling her what he’d do instead of asking. Dr. Grey easily worked his way into diapering her that night and she felt really hot about that idea. She had her session with Dr. Grey and she wet herself again with another orgasm in his office. This time Dr. Grey had some supplies in his room her pulled out and a towel he placed below her feet so his carpet wouldn’t get ruined. He helped her out of her shorts and wiped her thoroughly, helping her into a powdered pull-up once more. Zoey didn’t protest and he crossed his arms afterwards and said, “I think it’s time for you to start wearing pull-ups in our sessions, what do you think?” Zoey looked up to his authoritative eyes, not asking but telling once more, “I guess.” “Unless you want a spanking, you will want to wear them, little girl.” There’s the words again! Zoe thought, feeling herself wet a little more in the fresh pull-up. Zoey swallowed and her eyes shifted in thought before leaving the room, “Um, Dr. Grey?” He was sitting back on his desk in his dark blue jeans and dress shirt as he looked up. “Mhm?” His eyes were humored by her innocent and timid look she gave. “The other house mates said they had an end date here, do you happen to know mine?” She wasn’t looking to go back anytime soon, but wanted to know how long she had left here. Zoey didn’t know if it was a good idea for her to leave with her new problems anyways. She cringed at the thought of a wardrobe fitting for her bodysuit and getting measurements over a diaper. She’d not be Super Lightning Girl anymore, maybe Super Baby Girl would be her new name if that happened. “In a few more weeks. Maybe end of July is my guess which is three weeks. Your initial date was in one week but I’ve been pushing it back due to your new conditions.” He said, eyes glancing at her shorts that well-disguised her pull-up. “Oh… okay.” She swallowed in sadness to leave, she didn’t want to go back, that was sure. “How about you go to lunch? I think you could use some food.” He said, going back to his laptop. Zoey nodded, hesitating before leaving, “Can I ask you something else?” His eyes twinkled in humor to her curiosity, “Yes.” “Is there a way I can extend my stay longer? I kind of like it here.” His eyes flickered with an unreadable expression, “I will be leaving for a special project in a month. The longest you could stay is until then. Now go eat, little Zoey.” The belittling words made her melt and feel warmth again. She hated the embarrassment but craved more at the same time. It was like working out, to feel uncomfortable in order to feel an endorphin rush. It was thrilling to Zoey and she only felt in with Dr. Grey. “Okay.” She said, a bit sad that she’d only have a month at most if not released back to her confines by end of July. Later that night she was getting ready for bed, washing and brushing her teeth as she heard her door close. She spit in the sink and washed the spit away as Dr. Grey’s brown eyes peaked around the corner. “Good girl to brush your teeth before sleep.” That made her wet a bit, ugh! She hated that she was now wetting almost every time he praised or talked to her. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel from the wooden cubby and motioned for her to follow, “Let’s get you in your nighttime diapers.” Your nighttime diapers. That phrase made her flush from her cheeks down to her sweet spots and left her breathless for a moment. All the dreams that she had were a culmination of what was going to happen. He placed the towel down vertically on her bed and climbed on, patting the center. She froze as if she were ice when she saw a thick white diaper on the bed, wipes and powder. This really was going to happen, wasn't it? Her knees felt weak as she padded over and laid where he patted obediently. “Raise you hips, I’ll help get these off.” He pulled her basketball shorts off, leaving the pull-up on. Zoey shifted in confusion, wondering why he didn’t pull that off either. The next few things caught her off guard completely. “You know, you’ve done so many good girl things today, I think a reward is long overdue.” He murmured, a hunger in his eyes as she laid in only her pull-up and light pink with yellow sunshine graphic ring t-shirt. Reward? She wondered what that meant… the look in his eyes gave her an idea, but she didn’t want to assume further and get her hopes crushed. He came closer to her and pressed into the squishy crotch of her pull-up, eliciting a soft moan from Zoey. She gasped in surprise by how he didn’t hesitate in touching her, obviously more experienced than than of Zoey who was only a virgin with only a make out session in her teenage years. Not to mention, she was pretty sure they had a 10 year age gap, yet he gave off such ‘daddy vibes’ that it only made her more attracted. “I want you to tell me something, Zoey.” He said, in a sultry voice. “Sure.” She said, a bit breathless as his fingers now grazed the leak guards of the pull-ups. “Do you have wet dreams of us?” She nodded, eyes looking down to his hand grazing the pull-up in a tantalized state. He chuckled and said, “What are they about?” “Uhm…” She looked to the diaper and his eyes followed her gaze. He chuckled lightly and he pressed again into her as she moaned softly, embarrassed that simple touch was getting closer to climax. He squished and worked the wet padding more, “My good girl wet her pull-up, hm?” Zoey moaned as she felt herself orgasm so easily under his touch and the phrase that always made her close yet his touch sent her over the edge. Who knew that if he said and touched her it’s a for sure orgasm! “Someone was too excited, it’s too bad because I wanted to go to something else, but I think that will be your next reward if you’re good.” He teased as he still had a look of hunger in his eyes. From Zoey's prior orgasms, she found her daily had turned to minimum of three times but she did have a 8 orgasm day. She was multi-orgasmic, that was her new self-discovery. It made her wonder if she’d have a sex addiction, yet these orgasms were just around diapers, nothing else. “What would the other rewards be?” Zoey asked in curiosity from her post orgasmic state. “You’ll find out when you’re a good girl again.” She felt her close to climax by him saying it again and a soft whimper escaped her lips. She breathlessly moaned into her pillow by the sudden ecstatic feeling. Dr. Grey chuckled at her sensitivity to certain words, gently ripping the sides of the pull-up to wipe her. She laid, slightly propped on her pillow with her long dark brown hair cascading on the bed in waves as Dr. Greys eyes trailed from her wet and excited sweet petal to her cute face that flushed cheeks and wild green eyes that looked begging to have him touch her more. She was sight and his brain was thinking bad things he’d do that he didn’t think she’d be able to handle yet. Afterall, she orgasmed from a simple touch, he didn’t think she was capable of more yet, even if he was ready to give those things to her. He licked his lips with a hunger in his eyes that Zoey thought he was going to eat her up… and she hoped it was down there he’d eat. Dr. Grey was spellbound by the moment, knowing she only got one reward and he’d keep it there for that night. He tore his longing gaze away from her and went to work. He grabbed a wipe and was careful to not touch her red little rosebud that was peaking out for him. She shifted when he was nearby and the wipe touched it lightly as she moaned softly. “Bad girl.” He scolded, eyes flicking up to her as he could tell that was on purpose. She was uncontainable! He thought with a shake of his head as he rolled up the wipes in the soggy pull-up and opened the diaper. Zoey blushed at her actions, she wanted to be touched again by him and may have moved her excited parts towards him. He seemed to be able to tell it wasn’t by accident. Part of her wished she got away with it but part of her liked the idea of another spanking. She looked at Dr. Grey as his long arms stretched open the large white diaper. Zoey blushed at the thought of how big and thick it was, merciless in it’s crinkle. She felt smaller than ever before in the presence of the handsome doctor who was about to diaper her. It was like all the dreams she had coming together. He positioned the diaper under her as she realized she should move her bottom. Zoey lifted her bottom as the soft white diaper was placed and she lowered herself over it, head tilting to look at how it seemed perfect for her. “So, Zoey, I want you to listen carefully.” Dr. Grey said in a husky voice, acknowledging she probably would only listen to half of what he said by her excitement, “When you put the diaper underneath you, the back area should be just slightly above your hips.” Zoey blinked up to Dr. Grey and nodded as he reached over her for the powder, the proximity of the two of them causing her breathing to hitch as she took in his cologne that enveloped her nostrils and made her warm and fuzzy in the chest. He got upright on the bed and twisted open the powder bottle, “When you powder yourself, one or two sprinkles is enough.” He said, sprinkling her lower half, then setting down the closed powder, “Lift your legs up towards you face.” He commanded as she obeyed and he pushed the back of her thighs so she was more on display in front of him, “Make sure to pat it in so it’s everywhere.” She felt his gentle hand softly caressing her bottom and drifting quickly by her anus as she gasped a bit by the sensation. She’d never felt anything near her butt and it was like a feather’s kiss, it felt so good to Zoey. He pulled her legs back down as he brushed and patted carefully to not touch her where she wanted him too the most. “There.” He said after powdering, taking the front of the diaper over her crotch. “Mmmph.” She moaned softly, hips bucking a bit as the padding meeting her crotch got her very aroused. Dr. Grey narrowed his eyes, knowing he had a beyond naughty girl on his hands. His brain couldn’t wrap around how he just touched her not even minutes ago and she was asking for more, “Do you want to be chastised?” He asked, tilting his head, “Because if you keep acting like this that may be necessary, little girl.” She squirmed at the words and held in her moan from the diaper touching her and him saying the words that made her weak. Zoey pouted, “No, please no. Sorry.” Her brain thought of that reality and didn’t want to be not allowed to touch herself, that was a nightmare she never wanted to face. “That’s what I thought.” He murmured, one hand holding the diaper in position and his other grabbing the back of the diaper’s tape, “Start with the front tapes and try to make it tight, it will loosen in a moment to be more comfortable.” He said, knowing she was barely listening at this point. He grabbed the other side and taped. Then he went to the back tapes as she stared at him with a lost look. “After, just run your fingers in the leak guard area to loosen the tightness. This is also a good time to make sure it’s not too loose and then you could leak.” Zoey’s brain was in a state of ecstasy by Dr. Grey’s fingers checking her inner thighs and leak guards. Her diaper was softly encasing her hot inner sweet spots and brushing against her so softly. She knew after Dr. Grey left she’d need to touch herself. She was overly aroused and it was unfair how hot it was to have a handsome man diaper her, truly. “Zoey?” He asked, knocking her out of her thoughts, “Did you listen?” He put his hands on his hips as if he was annoyed. She nodded, propping herself up on her elbows, “Yes, Dr. Grey.” She lied; she was lost at the diaper front being pulled up against her. She focused her energy on not moaning but reveling in the feelings and moment. “Hm…” His eyes studied her flushed face and green eyes, “I don’t believe you. What did I say about the tapes?” “Uhm…” She sat up and felt the bulk of the diaper and heard a crinkle. She blushed and looked down as she felt caught, “To tape it down tight.” Zoey remembered one part! He had to give her credit for that right? “What did I say right before that?” Zoey blinked up to his irritated brown eyes glowering down to her. She didn’t respond. “Which tapes come first? If you answer right, I won’t diaper you tomorrow night.” “Uh- back ones right?” She said with a little confidence. Dr. Grey sighed, “Tomorrow I’ll be back. I don’t trust you to diaper yourself correctly yet.” He murmured, putting away the supplies in her bathroom’s cabinet. He came back into the bedroom, “Bedtime, let’s get you tucked in.” Zoey blinked in surprise, he was going to tuck her in? She tried to hide her smile as she got under the covers quickly and he chuckled at her little excited diapered bottom poking up to jump underneath the covers and snuggled them underneath her arms as he came over. He unraveled her bed sheets that were tucked under the mattress and tucked the looser white cover underneath her ankles, legs and arms. He tucked her in expertly as she felt hugged by her covers, as if they were cuddling her. Dr. Grey sat on the side of her bed for another moment, petting her hair as her eyes said it all. Her green eyes bounced happily up to him and it looked like she was trying to hide her smile. “You’re enjoying this baby treatment, aren’t you?” He murmured, accusing her in her vulnerable state so easily. Zoey blushed, looking underneath her long eyelashes a bit shamefully, “If I did, would that be a bad thing?” He threw his head back with a laugh at her admittance, his medium length dark brown hair fluttering in the motion. He calmed down and looked down to her. She nuzzled her blanket and looked adorable to the doctor. If he had his way, he’d do many things to the girl. She was becoming dangerous to him and he shouldn’t partake, especially when she’d be going back soon. His eyes were thoughtful, carefully choosing his next words, “It’d be bad for you, yes.” She asked, a bit breathlessly, “Why would that be?” Dr. Grey’s eyes drifted down to her pouty pink lips and then back up to her green eyes, “I don’t think you know yourself much, little Zoey. You’ve proven to be a squirming mess tonight after one diaper change, how would you handle exploring any further into your little fantasies and what else I could do to you?” Her brain clung onto ‘what I could do to you’, that line alone flustering her. She shifted at the words, making her very wet in her diaper, “I-uh…” She frowned, eyes perking up curiously, “What else could you do?” Dr. Grey’s fingertips brushed hair behind her ear with mischief flickering in his eyes, “I don’t think you could handle that answer.” He stood, going to her nightstand’s lamp, “Go to sleep, maybe if I think you calmed down enough, I’ll give you that answer another time.” He switched off the light without giving her any space to prod more as he snuck out of the room. She groaned softly to herself in the dark, knowing she had business to take care of before sleeping. After a powerful orgasm in her new diaper, she fell into a deep sleep, vividly dreaming of being in a haunted nursery.

I've been using PixAI- I've failed to make the diapers look close to diapers(I've just put 'white undergarments' and that's the closest I ever get haha) but I at least have a few characters/scenes that I'm okay with- most do not have any diapers though. Hope you enjoy the story!

11: Just a Baby A few days later, before her session with Dr. Grey, Zoey was sitting on the beach and drawing another dream she had. She looked around paranoid every now and then to make sure no one was walking up as she drew and colored it. She had a dream last night that was the same theme as mostly every night, with a twist. She was in a nursery with a wet and messy diaper. It was the first time she had messed in a dream and the diaper made her excited behind the crib bars by the mush. She awaited someone to come into the nursery and the person who walked in was Dr. Grey. He lowered her rails and brought her over to a changing table, laying her down. He quickly cuffed her to the sides and squished the crotch of her diaper, verbally teasing her. She didn’t hear any words in the dream, but the tone and touch made her shudder in an orgasm. She woke up to the orgasm and a soggy GoodNite. She got up before it leaked as she felt it squelch once she woke. Once she stood, the GoodNite leaked and she felt a streak of warm urine go down her leg. Luckily, she got up in time or else she would have wet the bed. It had only been two weeks and, outside of the beach house, she would have accurately said she was losing her sanity. However, she was the happiest she’d been as she was detached from the world. She hadn’t asked about her place at the Tower, not about how her mom and manager were doing outside of the island. She could care less and wanted to stay at the beach house as long as possible. Really, she just wanted to stay with Dr. Grey for as long as possible. She had thought long and hard about why she was so happy and, deep down, it was because she liked Dr. Grey and wanted to explore whatever was happening between them. Zoey felt this electricity between them and chemistry that she couldn’t explain. Maybe it was her wet dreams or maybe it was that he was handsome, she didn’t know. She just knew she wanted to be cared by him and touched by him more than anything. It was already Friday and she was dreading it because she wouldn’t see him over the weekend, which was the only sad thing of being at the beach house. Zoey truly dreaded the day she’d have to go back, to be quite honest. She was a carcass of a person at the Tower and being on social media. This social media break she was on was truly magical and if she had the choice, she wouldn’t go back. Ever. She colored thoughtfully with her pencils and finished the colorful sketch, blushing at her in cartoon form cuffed onto a changing table with a masculine hand on her yellow crotch. Zoey closed the sketch book, knowing she’d have to hide it after this day because if it got in the wrong hands she might as well kill herself, or, at least try. In the next hour she found herself waking up in Dr. Grey’s office at the end of her session and something that she didn’t do before happened. Zoey shuddered in an orgasm, moaning softly as she woke up from the session. Dr. Grey watched her with a smirk placed on his face and playfulness in his eyes as she woke. She shifted, realizing she was in his office and feeling hot and flushed. “Sorry.” She shook her head, embarrassed and trying to think of an excuse but couldn’t think of one. “Do you have wet dreams often?” He asked bluntly, typing on his laptop as if he wasn’t watching. He did watch but didn’t want to make it obvious. “Uhm… kind of.” She said timidly, surprised she just admitted that to him. “That’s not the first time you’ve done that in our sessions, if that makes you feel any better.” He offered, closing his laptop and his eyes tracing her flushed cheeks to gasping mouth by his words. “Oh my god.” She buried her hands in her face with humiliation that this wasn’t the first time in two weeks, how embarrassing! She hadn’t had wet dreams since high school and now she couldn’t control herself. “It’s only healthy.” He murmured, crossing his arms and eyes drifting to her pants that had a wet spot he hadn’t noticed. Zoey’s eyes followed his to her dark patch on her grey sweatpants and she gasped, “No- this can’t be real.” She said, standing. “Sorry, I’ll go.” “No, sit.” He got up and commanded. It sounded like she was almost in trouble by his tone as he walked to the door, “Stay here, I’ll get you fresh clothes from your room.” She nodded and crossed her arms as he left. She held her arms and put her palm to her cheek, feeling how hot it was as she looked at the mahogany wood ground with a fuzzy white rug on it. Her eyes drifted to the wet patch on her pants and she curiously pulled the elastics, looking inside at her thoroughly soaked light pink panties. Could she be anymore embarrassing?! She thought to herself. Dr. Grey slipped back into the room with her backpack filled with what she assumed was new pants. He pulled out a package of wipes quickly and approached her with them. She thought he was going to hand it to her, so she reached out her arm and instead he placed the package down on the couch nearby and his hands went to the elastic of her pants, thumbs about to yank the pants down. “No- I er, can do it.” She said surprised how quickly he almost took down her pants. He smiled warmly, fingers still grazing her small waist, “You’re just a baby. Let the adult do it, hm?” Those words made her knees wobble as he said them and she suddenly felt frozen in a cocktail of humiliation and pleasure from the way he said it, as if telling her and not asking. She gulped and nodded, eyes shifting as they watched him pull down her sweatpants in a swoop. Dr. Grey took her hand and placed one on his shoulder, “You can balance on me, little one.” Those last words making her abdomen twinge with butterflies and… she suddenly felt pee escape her and she looked down in horror to see a bead fall down her leg. Dr. grey grabbed the wipes behind her and ripped it open, grabbing a few and touching the cold wipe to her skin where the bead had traveled, “My, my, maybe someone needs her pull-ups during the day now too.” He murmured softly in a tease, going back to her pants that pooled at her feet and helping her out of them one leg at a time. “I don’t think I need them. I never did this before, I promise.” She said with a little shake to her voice that wasn’t that convincing. She felt her cheeks wet and her fingers brushed away tears in confusion. He cooed, “Shhhh, it’s okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up and then you can eat lunch without worry of accidents, how does that sound?” He asked, one of his hands going up to her cheek and brushing away a stray tear she didn’t get. His tone made her feel so small that she was quiet as he took her soaked panties down, quickly taking them off and taking cool wipes to her inner thighs. She kept her legs closed shut and his fingers nudged them gently to open. As she did a few drops of pee dared to roll down her thighs that he caught with the wipes. He took a fresh wipe over to her sweet spots, wiping almost meticulously slow for Zoey comfort. She felt a rush of excitement as he brushed her excitement once. Dr. Grey wiped her to clean and got another two items out of the backpack. He came back over with a GoodNite and powder, helping her step into the pullup and he sprinkled powder lightly in the GoodNite before pulling it up around her hips. He helped her into her basketball shorts and put the supplies back in her backpack. She did not expect what he did next. He pushed her hair back behind her ear and kissed the top of her head, “Much better, hm?” She looked up to him towering above her and nodded, “Uhm, thanks.” She looked back down to her pants and panties, “I…” “I’ll take care of that, don’t worry.” He said, nodding to her backpack, “Take your backpack back to your room and then go to lunch.” Zoey nodded in her flushed state of the things that just happened and did what he said. She was at lunch within 5 minutes and eating with her house mates, silently eating. “Next week’s my last week.” Joey said, looking to everyone, “I hate to say this but I think I’ll miss you guys.” Trident smiled, “Sure you will.” He patted the side of Joey’s shoulder. Ivy gave a half smile, “I think we may miss you. Seems like I’ll be gone in two weeks too. I guess we’ll all have to go our separate ways at some point.” Trident nodded, “I’m in the same boat Ivy, two weeks.” Zoey looked to the three, “So how soon did you know?” Trident, Ivy and Joey said in unison, “Day 1.” “Oh.” Zoey said, confused that she hadn’t heard how long she’d be there. Why didn’t she know? And… what bothered her the most, why didn’t she think to ask until now? “Who told you.” “Dr. Grey. Did you not get told when your last week is or something?” Ivy asked, confused the poor girl didn’t know. “Uh- no. I just thought it was 12 weeks… or something.” They all looked at each other, surprised she didn’t know much of anything. Trident said, “My stay was only 4 weeks, Joey’s was like 3 weeks. This program is a pretty fast paced one. I mean, hypnosis therapy tends to be like that.” Zoey almost choked on her sandwich, “Did you say hypnosis therapy?” Ivy rolled her eyes, “Why do you think you fall asleep every session? It works, whatever he does. I feel better at least.” “Yeah, same. I have no desire to do drugs anymore.” Trident said as Joey nodded his head. “Oh.” She said, not even realizing that it was hypnosis this whole time. She thought it was just a meditative state and inner child work or something! If she wasn’t addicted to anything like they were, what could Dr. Grey be possibly hypnotizing her to stop doing? She shifted on the chair in her padding thoughtfully and couldn’t put a finger on it, really.

I'm posting a few extra chapters this week since family is coming into town next week and I may be away from posting for a good week. Hoping these give everyone something to read until I'm back for more chapters! 11: Reward Lost Zoey went to her bedroom and got ready for bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth. She looked at the package of GoodNites for a moment and read the label stating XL for preschool to kids. She blushed further knowing that Dr. Grey must’ve known she’d fit this size easily. Zoey broke open the package and her fingers squished the soft padding. She smiled to herself and got excited just holding the diaper. She shook her head at how she had already been naughty twice that day and didn’t need to have a third go… or did she. She let her pajama bottoms drop to the floor and she stepped into the pull-up, bringing it up over her bottom. She blushed in the silly garment, looking in her mirror at how cute her bottom was now padded. It still felt like something was off and she realized she didn’t put powder on! Zoey went to her cabinet and pulled out the powder Dr. Grey gave her and sprinkled it into the pull-up, the baby powder scent reaching her nose as she smiled in nostalgia. She put her supplies away and crawled into her bed without pants, settling into her covers and drifting off to sleep. The next morning, she woke up with another powerful orgasm, one she felt like she squirted and was happy to see feel the wetness absorbing in her diaper as she awoke. She moved and knew that it wasn’t just from her orgasm, but she wet herself. She felt the bed and it was still dry which was a win in her book. She got up and showered, going about her normal morning routine and sketching for most of the morning after breakfast. Her session went without issue and after the session Zoey sat there, “Do you have a bit of time to talk today?” She asked, eyes shifting curiously to Dr. Grey. “Mhm, I have an hour but that’s including my lunch.” He paused from typing on his laptop and looking at her behind his glasses, “Would you like to join me for lunch?” Zoey hesitated, surprised by the invite and then nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiled and closed his laptop, setting his glasses down and packing away his desk items, “Let’s go then.” She followed him out the door and to his black SUV parked at the front. He went to the passenger’s side and opened the door for Zoey who got in, “Thanks.” She said with a slight blush to such a gentleman’s move to help her in the car. He got in the driver’s seat and backed out of the driveaway. Zoey gulped and looked out the window as they drove for ten minutes on the island as her eyes took in the sights outside of the beach house facility. She saw a lot of cacti and hills in the distance with green on them. “How long have you been practicing here?” He pulled into a large ranch style home with a well-kept front yard, a driveway and stone’s lining a curve to the door in the paradise looking area. Zoey saw a few other houses down the street, wondering who else lived here. “Some time.” He said, getting out of the SUV and coming around to help her out. “What does ‘some time’ mean? Like a few months or years?” She asked, climbing out of the car. “Years.” He said, an irritated look on his face as she asked questions he didn’t care to answer. “Cool, where is this?” She asked, hand waving to the island they were on. “It’s hidden and top secret information.” Dr. Grey got his keys for his home as he went to his front door. “Oh, that’s kinda weird.” She said, thinking back to her last facilities that were unlike this private island. “It’s to protect you and everyone here.” He said, opening the door and waving her inside. She walked in and took her shoes off at the entry way, “Woah.” She said, looking at the high ceilings of the two story building and the large open living room. The walls were all white but Dr. Grey well-furnished the living room with a beige carpet and a gigantic light grey sectional with dark wood circular rustic coffee table and dark wood side tables. His whole home had dark wood as she followed him to the kitchen and saw java cabinets and stainless steel appliances decorating the kitchen. She sat on the rustic dark leather brown barstool as Dr. Grey went to making lunch. “I hope you like grilled chicken and salad.” He said, getting out chicken and a cutting board. “I prefer mac and cheese but this will do.” She said playfully to him as he cast a look back with an eyebrow raised. “I will cook that for you instead then.” He said, face serious. Zoey frowned, “I was totally joking! I like chicken and salad.” “Adults get chicken and salad only.” He murmured in a quick dig to Zoey and kneeled to get a pot for the mac and cheese. She blushed, not fighting with him as he turned to face her to go to his island countertop where the sink was to fill the pot. She changed the subject and her own humiliation, “So, why do we need to be protected here? Pretty sure Trident, Ivy and I could protect ourselves. I don’t think any other facility I had that issue.” He was seasoning the chicken as the water was on the stovetop beginning to heat as he turned his head slightly, “You, Zoey, could not protect yourself. The others, maybe.” “What do you mean? I’ve protected myself.” She was a bit offended by his comment. “Fake setups by the Agency are not real-world Super fights.” He said, starting a separate pan for searing the chicken. “And you would know real world Super fights?” She asked, now turning to interview him for once. Dr. Grey didn’t turn around but she could see his neck veins as maybe she prodded too far, maybe pushing a button of his unknowingly. “I’ve seen many. They are not unicorns and butterflies where you end up rolling and laughing on the ground.” He murmured, going to his fridge for the salad to cut. “I-wait, how do you know about that?” She asked, confused why he knew about her fight with Firefly. “I know many things about you.” He said, matter-of-fact as he flipped his chicken and went to washing the lettuce, facing Zoey again as his brown eyes met hers. “Like what?” She asked, curiosity killing her. What did he know about her? He sighed and shook his head with humor flickering in his eyes, “You lie more than you tell the truth.” That one stung by how true it was as Zoey grimaced. He took the lettuce to his cutting board, beginning to cut, “You don’t want to have power, authority or lead, you want to be led by someone.” His eyes met hers with a hunger in them she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a look he had ever given her, but one that told her that he lusted for her in some capacity to be with someone who complimented his own desires. He looked back down and continued, “You want almost the opposite. You want to have someone to call to, someone to depend on, someone to care for you, someone to love you for everything you are.” “Everyone wants that though or most, I’m sure. I think the someone to depend on or be cared for is a bit of a stretch for me though. I’m self-sufficient and don’t need people to care for me.” Zoey said quickly as Dr. Grey chuckled at her trying to establish or fight what he was stating that were facts to him. “Hm…” He tilted his head, wondering how he should put her in the timid state he liked her in, “So you don’t want to be told what to do?” His eyes flashed as if he didn’t believe her. “Uhm…” She said, not answering as he seemed to be able to tell her lies. She wanted to say yes but was scared if he knew that she’d follow whatever he say as well as she could. It was dangerous if someone knew who she was deep down… like Dr. Grey must have known already by his questions he proceeded to ask. “You don’t want to be follow rules and get rewarded for being a good girl?” Zoey tilted her head hearing him say good girl and it eliciting a warmth that went down her abdomen like a wave. “And I’m sure you don’t want to be punished for being a bad girl…” He said, a flicker of mischief in his eyes as Zoey remembered being spanked the day before. With every word, Zoey felt like she was drifting farther and farther into a little state of mind it was hard for her to leave. A blush reached her face as Dr. Grey put the noodles in the boiling water and flipped the chicken, turning back to Zoey and leaning on the counter, “Hm? Am I completely wrong here?” Zoey swallowed, feeling hot and thirsty from the conversation, “No… uhm, can I have water?” “Say please.” He said quickly, reprimanding her for not being polite. She blinked, feeling embarrassment bubbling in her stomach with butterflies as he so easily told her what to do in conversation, “Sorry… Please, may I have water?” “Good girl.” He praised and Zoey felt an electricity go from her fingertips down to her toes by two simple words. He went to his fridge and pulling out his filtered water jug and grabbing a glass. He poured her a cup and passed it to her. “Thank you.” She took a few big gulps, feeling very parched from how hot she was in the heat of this conversation. Dr. Grey read her like a book and it was burning her up to have someone know what sent her waves of pleasure, attention and embarrassment so easily. He studied her a moment as she squirmed and he loved the feeling of someone being under his control so willingly. He went to his chicken and stirred the noodles, “Since you’re being a good girl today, what do you think your reward should be?” Zoey gripped the bottom of her chair, feeling a bit dizzy from him saying good girl a second time. Why did two words make her feel like she was going to orgasm? She felt her underwear sticky and was overly excited suddenly. “Uh- I- we don’t…” His brown eyes awaited her answer as she was suddenly flushed at what he meant by reward. How would she even answer? She gulped, wondering what would be opposite of a spanking? Her brain could only think of sexual things at the moment. An adult asking another grown adult about ‘reward’ usually didn’t mean a cookie, after all. “Hm, maybe little Zoey needs help?” His eyes floated down to her shorts and up to her eyes in reference, as if he could read her thoughts. “You’re not suggesting what I’m thinking… I mean, that’s-“ She trailed off, not saying ‘out of your practice’. “Out of my practice.” He said exactly what she thought, and she almost got the chills that it felt like he heard her thoughts, “No, it’s not because I don’t have one.” He said, his arms crossed and fingers grazing his lips with a half smile to her and knowing eyes as if he knew what she was thinking. There was a chemistry in the air that couldn’t be cut with a knife between them as a hungry look was still in his eyes. Zoey opened her mouth as the timer went off and Dr. Grey turned, going to the pot and taking off his chicken from the pan. He went quiet as she sat thinking of all her just said. He didn’t have a practice?! It made no sense! How was she even here along with her fellow Supers plus Joey? This whole time she thought she was with a licensed practitioner. A few minutes of silences later he set the bowl of mac and cheese in front of her, “Think about it and after we’re done eating I can give you your reward. If you don’t have an answer by the end of lunch, I’ll choose one for you.” She blushed, looking down at her kid-like meal and nodded, “Okay.” “So, what are you going to do the rest of your day?” He asked, stabbing a few pieces of salad and chicken. “Wonder where I am and who you are.” Zoey said, a bit cheekily as she ate her noodles slowly, feeling an impending doom about choosing a reward in t-minus probably 10 minutes at least. Dr. Grey chuckled lightly, a serious look shadowing his eyes as he studied her green eyes now watching him carefully, “Mm, well I hate to tell you that both I don’t disclose to many.” Zoey had a lightbulb go off in her head, “I got the idea for my reward!” She bounced giddily in her chair as he awaited her to speak, already knowing what it was but letting her say it aloud in her cute voice, “I get you to answer one of my questions about who you are.” Dr. Grey knew the question she wanted to ask so he shrugged, “Okay, that will suffice.” He was a bit disappointed he didn’t get to decide on the reward now, he was hoping to give her something she wouldn’t forget. He’d save it for another day, he decided. Maybe he was coming on too strong anyways. “Good.” She clasped her hands and her mind thought of a different question that switched suddenly, to the doctor’s annoyance, “If you’re not a therapist, then what do you really do?” His eyes shifted irritated, he was expecting her other initial question, “I help Super patients get over their addictions and mental disorders with proven therapeutical practices.” He had a canned response; one he knew she wouldn’t like. “That’s… obvious. But like- what do you do in practice with the others, not just me? How are you a doctor but you don’t follow normal doctor codes?” She began asking more questions in confusion. “Per patient privacy I do not disclose. I own my practice; therefore I can forego some rules dependent on different patient needs.” He said, feeling irritated now from her brain bubbling in questions. “That’s incredibly vague.” She pouted and crossed her arms, not touching her food. She looked like a small child to Dr. Grey, his finger was twitching in regretting giving her a choice of a reward now. He almost wanted to give her the opposite and take her over her knee but he refrained. Dr. Grey sighed and looked at his watch, “Eat your lunch, we need to head back soon.” Zoey went back to eating her mac and cheese in silence with Dr. Grey. Her brain was buzzing and wondering what would’ve happened if she just let him choose. The way he looked at her and what he said made her think it’d be some type of sexual thing. She felt saddened that she didn’t get to explore what he meant. From her lack of sexual encounters, her brain swayed to that she was imagining a narrative that was false.

10: Wet Again Zoey woke an hour and a half later and quickly got up to look at her clock that was 10:25AM. “Fuck.” She said, getting up and feeling wetness again. “There’s no way…” She looked down and there was a small patch on her shorts already. This couldn’t be happening, especially before my session! She thought in panic as she ran to the bathroom, changed her clothes and ran down the stairs. She was beyond flustered as she approached Dr. Grey’s mahogany wood door and knocked. “Come in.” She heard his deep voice and prayed that he didn’t ask her why she changed pants. “Hi.” She said, sitting down on the couch. His face told it all immediately as his eyes glanced over her clothing, “You changed clothes?” “Uhm, I just was cold.” She purposefully got in sweatpants and a hoodie to make it seem like the temperature bothered her. It was truly her only coverup at this point and even if she was hot underneath the hoodie she was determined to not show her true cards. Dr. Grey’s eyes mused for a moment as he knew why but didn’t press and changed subjects to something else to make her squirm, “I wanted to know more about your dreams before we begin if you don’t mind sharing, Zoey.” She shifted and gulped, “Yeah- do I have to share?” She asked, looking down and up at him. “I think it’d be good to talk about why you’re wearing diapers in dreams- that’s what they’ve been about, right?” He pried her a bit more to see if she’d take his bait. “Uhm…” She said, feeling like her face was on fire, “Yeah. Ever since I’ve been here, I’ve had dreams like that.” She said, blushing beet red to the doctor. “That’s okay. We all have strange dreams.” He encouraged with a pause, sensing she wasn’t going to talk anymore from her suddenly lost demeanor. He wanted to coddle her, give her a bottle of baby formula and check to see if she wet herself again but he refrained, he was having fun playing the slow and teasing game at the moment, “Let’s start our session and if you want to talk about it, we can after.” He said as she nodded in agreement. Zoey woke up an hour later in the familiar feeling of being in a blanket of euphoria in the simplest term. It was feeling like she was in a wave of happiness, mixed with pleasurable feelings down there that made her feel tranquil and at peace. She blinked awake and begin sitting up, hesitantly looking down at her pants in fear she wet herself. She felt the normal-after-session wetness, but nothing more than that. She sighed in relief as she looked to Dr. Grey who was watching her wake from her entranced state. It always took her a few seconds until she slowly awakened and she was cute in her half asleep state. Zoey sat in confusion for a moment as she met Dr. Grey’s warm brown watchful eyes, “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” He said, closing his laptop nonchalantly and awaiting her question. “What happens during the sessions? Do I just sleep the whole time?” Dr. Grey’s eyes hovered on hers evenly as they flickered humorously for a moment, “Something like that. Sometimes I ask questions and you answer without lying to me. Sometimes you just tell me things you’ve never told anyone before.” He said, without going into any detail. She squinted at his desk and shook her head, “Wouldn’t I remember saying things or the sessions?” “You don’t want to so you do not remember.” He said, clasping his hands on his desk and a corner of his mouth pulling up from remembering something she said in a previous session. “How can that be? I want to remember. I don’t want to embarrass myself further.” She said, softly and slowly as she thought and tried to remember the sessions. “You like embarrassment though.” He said, tilting his head knowingly as if she were lying to him. “Uhm…” She blushed, knowing that she was feeling hot and bothered from his statement being more than true, “I-“ “I would talk more but I have a virtual meeting in less than 5 minutes. Maybe you can think more and come back to me to discuss tomorrow, hm?” He stated, getting up and showing Zoey to the door. Zoey nodded and stood as he opened the door and she left in a hangover from the excitement of the day. That night she was staring at her book in her hammock, not reading but thinking deeply about the day. She had so many thoughts taking up her headspace and couldn’t fathom what they all meant. The one thing that was killing her out of all the things was that if Dr. Grey knew she liked being embarrassed, then why would he spank her? Wasn’t that crossing the line for him? If he was doing things to her she liked, did that mean he liked her? She closed her book and looked out to the sea, trying not to assume anything about the situation but the thoughts pulled at her psyche. She, admittedly, was getting the best sleep of her life since being in this new program and found herself happier than she had been in a long long time. For once, she didn’t want to kill herself or, at least, try to. For once, she was excited about things and what the future held. Why did she feel like that? She thought for a long time over that question, coming to the same conclusion: She had a crush on Dr. Grey and how he made her feel. She felt like she was special around him, like he cared for her but didn’t express it. Looking at the situation from an outsiders perspective, Dr. Grey probably would have been a creep, yet the way she felt in his presence and how he made her feel wasn’t anything creepy or remotely weird. The thing that killed her that night on her balcony was what she said to him in an unconscious state. How bad did she embarrass herself? Did he know about her newfound obsession with diapers and being babied? Did he know her deepest darkest secrets? Did he know that she got hot and bothered when he was strict with her? She hoped she didn’t… but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that a part of her did.

9: Nighttime Help Dr. Grey moved into the room, stopping her from closing the lid as he looked down into the washer and saw her colorful pink pajama bottoms mixed with the white sheets along with blue towels. He shook his head as Zoey took a step back, seeing Dr. Grey look to be quietly fuming at her mixing clothes again. “What did I say last time?” He asked, eyes shifting to Zoey. Zoey bit her lip harder as she gave a frown, “To not mix white with colored clothing.” “Mhm.” He leaned on the washer, wondering if he should take things a step further in his reprimanding but deciding against it for the moment as he saw her pajama bottoms soaked along with a few towels. He took out the urine-soaked items and brought them to the sink, quietly fuming as he rinsed them out to not create a stench in the room. Zoey was surprised that he did it without question, touching her pee infused items without disgust. Was she seeing this correctly? It seems like he was more focused on her almost washing the wrong clothes together rather than her wetting everything. He set the items in the sink and closed the washer lid, starting the washing machine before leaning against it and staring at Zoey for a moment longer in silence. Zoey was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do. She held her arms and looked down as if she were in trouble. “You wet the bed again?” He asked, knowing he had her in the right state to prod now. Zoey looked up with her moss green eyes to Dr. Grey’s awaiting ones, “Yea.” “Did you wet any other night or time this weekend?” He asked, crossing his legs as he was contemplating still how far he should take this with her. Zoey’s mind went to two instances, but thought that she shouldn’t mention the other time, “One other time.” She said in a very soft, almost inaudible voice. A corner of Dr. Grey’s mouth went up by the rush of embarrassment he could tell she felt, “Hm.” He said, thoughtfully looking over her red and flushed cheeks to her messy wet hair. Oh, how he would clean and dress her up in the right outfit that suited her better in a heartbeat, but he resisted for now. “Follow me to my office.” Zoey watched him turn and walk, not bothering to look back if she followed. Zoey took a second of hesitation before following him to his office. A few minutes later he was closing the door behind her as he motioned to the couch, “Have a seat.” “Okay.” She said, maybe too willingly to be in his presence and office. The recent dream she had she couldn’t stop replaying in her head as she looked in his eyes. She tried to block out the thought but the way he was looking at her was as if she was in trouble. She really wish she just didn’t mix the stupid white sheets with anything else now! “I got a few things for you because I didn’t think you’d have only one accident.” He said, eyes studying hers for a moment before going to his office closet and pulling out a box and bringing it over to her on the couch. He grabbed the first item and handed it to her to hold. She looked at the larger packaged item that was a plastic bed sheet. “Uh, thanks.” Zoey gulped, wondering if there was more. “Mhm, and these I want you to wear every night.” She shifted, feeling suddenly very wet with excitement. He handed her the soft plastic package and she didn’t even grab it, feeling like she was frozen from the fuzziness of embarrassment flooding her brain at the moment as he sat next to her. The feeling was almost a high. Dr. Grey knew he had her where he wanted her as he grabbed two more things and showed them to her, “The last things are powder and wipes. If you leak the GoodNites I want you to tell me, understand?” Zoey was frozen in her humiliation high that had her insides in a frenzy as he took the items from her hands and placed them back into his cardboard box. “I’ll bring those to your room when you go to breakfast.” He said, pushing the box to the side. Zoey took the cue to leave before she was a puddle of mush from her thoughts about wearing padding at night, “Okay, thanks.” She got up and Dr. Grey grabbed her wrist quickly. “Ah, ah. Did I say you were dismissed?” His eyes were serious and commanding as she stood looking at him. She bit her lip after he paused in his reprimanding look, “You didn’t listen to what I said the other day about washing your colorful clothing with whites and I think that requires punishment, don’t you?” Zoey felt her heart beating out of her chest. What type of punishment would that be? “I- uhm, guess.” She agreed, again, a bit too willingly. She liked this feeling Dr. Grey gave her. It was a high of excitement mixed with humiliation. She felt suddenly like a small child and reveled in the feeling in that moment. Not to mention, her knees were weak and she felt incredibly hot and bothered by his dominant and strict reprimand. “Mhm, so take down your bottoms and come over my lap, little girl.” He said, sitting back a bit as Zoey gasped inaudibly. Was this really happening? She felt woozy by almost feeling like she was going to cum from his words. They were demanding yet forgiving in him calling her ‘little girl’. She was enthralled by the magic his words elicited in her stomach and lower parts. “Okay.” She said with a bit of inflection in her voice. She took down her bottoms hesitantly and crawled onto the couch and over his lap. “Did you wet your…?” He began and inspected her lilac panties for a moment that had a stain near her sweet spots, realizing that it was only excitement. A lot of excitement. “Hm.” He cleared his throat, trying to not think about it until later. He pulled her close and she gasped at his sudden strong hold of her back. “I think 15 spanks are sufficient, then you can go to breakfast.” She nodded in response as she felt his fingertips graze her bottom before the first spank stinging her soft flesh. She winced as a few hard spanks landed and they got harder. Zoey yelped at the 6th and 7th as she counted in her head. By the 15th her eyes were watery and she was pulled up from his lap. He cooed her, “Shhhh, it’s okay.” He patted her damp hair and pulled her into him in an embrace, pulling back for a moment as she blushed. Zoey brought back up her shorts and waited for him to dismiss her. “If I see you stain your sheets again just know that you’ll get another spanking worse than that, understand?” He asked, in a tone of authority that made Zoey excited. “Yes.” She said, nodding and trying to not think about how hot and bothered she was. “Okay, you’re dismissed.” She scurried out of the room to breakfast, thoughts racing in her head of what just had happened. She was just spanked by Dr. Grey! Her brain was in a constant ecstasy by being excited and humiliated that only boosted her excitement to a new level. She wanted to go to her room and touch herself but refrained as her skipping breakfast could mean another spanking… which she wouldn’t be mad about to be quite honest. Ivy, Trident and Joey were already in the dining hall as Zoey walked in, her face still flushed as she sat, grabbing a cinnamon roll and bacon, her favorite breakfast combo. Ivy glanced to her, “You okay?” Zoey looked up as she ate bacon and it broke, one piece falling on her white V-neck shirt. She grabbed the bacon and put it on her plate but the stain was already apparent as she said, “Ye-yeah. Great.” She was uncontrollably flustered and didn’t know how to contain her excitement mixed with embarrassment. She felt like mush and that’s what she should have said. Zoey ate in silence and quickly, having another mission instead of her usual beach time she wanted to go upstairs to take care of her excitement. It was way too flustering from what had happened that morning and she needed to cool off. Maybe after her session with herself, she’d dip in the water outside. Zoey went back to her bedroom and blushed as she saw the cardboard box and Dr. Grey inside finishing placing her plastic cover on her bed. She felt frozen and as if she was caught as he looked behind his shoulder. “You’re back early from breakfast.” He murmured, more to himself than to her as he put new sheets on her bed and made it for her. Zoey gulped and stood awkwardly in the corner as she watched, “Thanks for making my bed.” “Mhm. I was able to get the stain out.” He said, looking at her as her face became redder. Dr. Grey prodded, “Why are you back so soon?” Zoey pursed her lips in embarrassment of the thoughts in her head about touching herself and how she needed release, “I, uhm, like to sketch in the morning.” She said, eyes glancing to her sketch book on her nightstand. “Did you want to show me a drawing or two before I go?” He asked, looking curiously to her sketch book, eyes twinkling in humor at how flustered the little girl was now after her spanking. “No-yeah I mean yeah.” She said, shaking her head and feeling like she couldn’t speak in his presence suddenly. She padded over to the nightstand and opened her sketch book, showing him the first page as if a child with their coloring book. His brown eyes widened at the beautiful sketch of the beach and the colors on the page that made it look real, “Wow, Zoey, I didn’t know you could draw. Do you paint too?” “Uhm, not yet.” She said, curious green eyes watching his as he turned the page and saw a sketch of his office. He was impressed by the details of it that was so clearly his office downstairs, “This is incredible work, good job.” He said as he was about to turn a page. She grabbed the page so he couldn’t see the next one, “Uh- that ones not finished yet, sorry.” She was almost whispering with her brain remembering that she drew something from a dream she didn’t want anyone to ever see. “Can I see your work in progress?” He asked but Zoey knew it was more of a command. He gave her a scolding look that he held for a moment before his eyes softened at her cute gaze. “Yeah.” She said, letting go and having hitched breathing, “It’s uh- from a weird dream. I just thought, I dunno…” She stated, trying to explain but knowing no explanation would get her out of the hole she dug herself in by allowing him to see her newest sketch. Dr. Grey’s eyes fell over the sketch with a warm smile, “This looks like it’s finished, is it not?” He asked, going back to her excuse earlier on why he couldn’t see it. His eyes traced her green eyes that looked caught to the sketch of her in cartoon version in a baby diaper at a grocery store with people in the aisle looking at her as if she were a real baby. Her diaper was ballooned between her legs and she was in a cart being pushed by a man’s hands coming out of perspective. “Uhm…” She trailed off, biting her lip until she tasted iron, “I guess.” He closed the book to her relief and set it back on the nightstand, “You have a talent, Zoey. I’d like to see more of those sketches. Dreams or reality, I enjoyed you sharing those with me.” Dr. Grey said with a warm and encouraging smile, walking to the door that Zoey was near. “I’ll see you at 10:30AM, hm?” Zoey nodded in response, still taken aback by everything that happened that morning. First, she wet her bed, then she got spanked, and now she just showed the doctor who she had wet dreams about a drawing of herself in a diaper. How more humiliating could she be! The answer was more humiliating as she crawled into her bed and touched herself, only to fall asleep quickly from the morning’s events.