Nomadic

Hello, everyone! The story has definitely started to turn a bit darker now, as I’m guessing you’ve noticed. Fair warning, that’s likely to continue. I’d advise caution, but frankly, it’s been pretty darn graphic already. I’ve already written the next chapter and hope to have it up in the next few days after I can proof and revise. Again, the theme is getting darker for all characters involved, but it feels like the right direction. I would love any feedback that you all have, good or bad, as I work on my writing style. As said before, this is purely a hobby, and only done in my spare time, so hopefully perfection isn’t the expectation. If you prefer, you can message me directly if you think writing something negative here wouldn’t be cool. I welcome all feedback here though, it won’t bother me. Thanks for reading, and a huge thank you to those leaving comments. That’s what keeps me going!

Monica has taken the role of the primary caregiver to Addy, Alice to Molly, and Charlotte to Emmy. Sam is in a bit of a bind now, though. The primary are responsible for every aspect of primary care, including all diaper changes.

No time lapse from the previous chapter. Unfortunately, the events of the day ruined their planned fun. Now that life is becoming interesting and there’s a threat, people are going to be tested a bit differently.

Chapter 28 I had no idea what the sound was that woke me up, but it was loud. It was a slamming sound that seemed to resonate off of the walls for a few seconds before fading away. I leaned up on my elbows and peered into the darkness. I could hear the shuffle around me… evidently the sound woke us all up. “What the fuck was that?” Molly asked with a sleepy drawl. “Dunno.” I responded. I listened intently for a moment more, and was met with silence. I heard Emmy roll around, then be still. I laid back down but had a weird feeling in my gut that something wasn’t right. Maybe not wrong, but it definitely didn’t feel right. I closed my eyes again, and fortunately fell back asleep, but it was a light sleep. “Addy, wake up.” I heard faintly. “Hey, wake up!” Molly’s voice called again. I rolled to her and opened my eyes. She was sitting straight up in her bed, her hand gripping on a bar, eyes wide. This sent a chill through my body. “What? What’s wrong?” I asked. “Someone screamed from the hallway, I don’t know who it was. It was a bad scream.” She said. Molly didn’t get panicked about anything. She was fearless. “Just now?” I asked, still a little groggy. She nodded and peered towards the door. “I heard it too.” Emmy said. “Shit.” Molly replied. She kneeled up and pulled the latch of the crib and the bars slammed to the ground, bounced slightly, then settled. She threw her legs over and moved to the door, and slowly opened it. I followed her lead, with Emmy following close behind. The lights to the nursery were still off, the door still closed. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was after 8:30am, which was late for what we were used to. No cheery wake up at sunrise was out of the ordinary. Molly moved silently to the door and pulled on it, but met resistance. It was locked from the hallway. She pulled a bit harder, but it didn’t budge. “Are you sure you heard a scream?” I asked them both. They both nodded in unison. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Call it intuition, but I had a strange feeling. Molly pulled again on the knob, this time putting her weight behind it in a big heave. As she was pulling with everything she had, the knob twisted and the door flew open causing Molly to stumble backward and fall over her feet. She landed with a loud smack as her hands braced her fall and smacked onto the hardwood floor. Matty was standing on the other side, his hand extended to the door lock. “What the fuck?” He said in confusion. “What’s going on? They heard screaming.” I asked as I helped Molly back to her feet. She rubbed her hands on her night shirt, then winced as she tried to shake the pain away. “Shit, ouch.” She muttered to herself, examining her palms and rubbing her wrists. Matt looked back over his shoulder, then slipped inside the room and closed the door behind him. “Where’s Sam at?” He asked, peering past us at the dark room. “Sleeping still, I guess. Why?” Emmy answered, gesturing to the other door with a confused look on her face. He nodded, then lowered his voice. “Kathy and what’s-his-name… they just… like, they just left last night. They stole one of the cars and bolted in the middle of the night.” He said, hushed. “Whatdya mean?” Sam asked, peeking her head out from the threshold of the door. I heard Matt mutter under his breath, he wasn’t anticipating having to talk to her. “Where’d they go?” Sam asked. “Why did they leave me here?” “I… uhh… I’m not sure.” Matt replied. We all jumped as the door opened again, with force. Charlotte moved quickly through the door and looked past each of us, her eyes darting until they landed on Sam. “I need to speak with you, dear.” She said in an urgent, somber voice. Charlotte walked past us, not so much as glancing in our direction, and moved to Sam. The two moved into the back room. “This can’t be good.” Molly said. “It’s not.” Matt replied. We waited for what seemed to be an eternity before Alice emerged again, moved to the door and left without another word. The door closed hastily behind her. We all walked slowly back to Sam. She was sitting on the edge of her crib with a shocked look on her face. “Are you okay?” Emmy asked as she moved to her side, taking a seat close to her. Sam stared at the floor, not responding to any of us. Sam moved her hand quickly away as I tried to take it, tried to comfort her from whatever was going on. “They… they’re dead.” She said flatly. “Who’s dea…” Molly asked, trailing off. I looked at Matt, he had a knowing look on his face. “What happened?” I asked. He shook his head and stayed silent, but Sam locked her eyes to his, waiting. “What happened to those mother fuckers? I hope it fucking hurt.” She said, sobbing deeply with distain. I could see her blank eyes become filled with rage. “What happened to them?!” She growled. “They… uh… fuck.” He started. “Kathy and… what’s his name…” “Don.” Sam added. “Don. Right. Kathy and Don packed up last night and were planning to leave while everyone was asleep.” Matt said. “So what? How are they dead?” Emmy interrupted. Matt drew a deep breath and seemed to contemplate just staying silent, but the desperation in Sam’s eyes seemed to be too much to ignore. “I overheard Mark and Dan the other night, they were suspicious of the two of them. They were embezzling cash from the company little by little, but it added up… this was all a way for them to get here and find the account information. They snuck into the office during dinners and transferred out of some of the accounts into offshore accounts that I guess they had set up. They had a plan to leave before anyone noticed, but Dan knew what they were doing.” Sam looked at him intently, she had a contorted look of anger building up. “When they tried to get away last night in one of the cars, Dan had Tim follow them. They realized they were being followed and sped off. They… I guess they hit an ice patch and slid off of the road and flipped. Tim said the car was absolutely destroyed. I overheard him on the phone with Mark. Tim checked and they were both gone.” Sam’s rage had subsided a bit, she almost seemed happy. “That’s not all, guys.” He said with a pause. “Dan hacked into their emails and they had thousands of pictures and videos from here. Of all of us. They were going to extort Mark for more or they would go to the press, is my guess. They hid cameras all around… from the size of it, hundreds of hours of footage.” We all froze with fear. Photographic evidence of what was happening. Of us like this. “They had everything. Our names… our real names. Addresses, phone numbers, family information, job history, social media… they were running all of it this entire time. They were going to blast everything public, I’m guessing, if they didn’t get what they wanted.” “They used me.” Sam said softly. “They used me to get here. I was their fucking bait.” “Sam… no.” Molly said, trying to reassure her. “They did. They forced all… they forced me to do all of this. They said they would pay me. They humiliated me. All for…” she choked. “I’m glad they’re dead.” She pushed out, then turned away and hid her face in her pillow. I looked at Molly, meeting her gaze. Both of us were powerless to help. At this point, there wasn’t much we could do. Sam kept her face turned, but her sobs subsided quickly. I think this was the first time that reality really started to set in that this wasn’t just a game to them. This wasn’t, as Matt said, just a fetish thing to them. People died because of this. Sure, maybe it was an accident, but the content that they were planning on going public with was so damaging that Mark had them followed. My mind began to play out what would have happened if they would have made it to the airport. Would they have just let them go? I turned my head when the door opened to the nursery and heard multiple approaching footsteps. “So much excitement already this morning, huh?” Alice said before moving through the doorway to our room, a chipper facade plastered on her face. Monica and Charlotte were close behind, both looking like they’ve been running on little to no sleep. “Let’s not get bogged down in it, best to move on.” She chirped as the three moved in. “Matthew, should you be in here? Or should we go ahead and move you back in?” Matt shifted away and left without a word, causing Alice’s lips to curl up in a devilish smile. “Fox in the hen house.” She said quietly. “Alright, girls… you heard her. Let’s get a move on.” Charlotte said after a moment of silence, none of us moving. I felt Monica’s hand on my upper arm, then a tug. I followed, helpless to do anything else but. Monica led me out through the nursery and down the hall to her room. I could hear Charlotte trying to get Sam off of her bed and the pleading from Sam to leave her alone before the door closed back. The loud click of the lock piercing the hallway. “What a mess.” Monica said as her door latched shut. Steve was sitting in the chair beside her bed, leaning forward with his hand on his forehead. “What the hell is going on?” I asked quietly when I saw his face, clearly distressed beyond the norm. “Language.” Monica quipped back, instinctively generating an annoyed eye roll from me. “I’m assuming Matt told you, then?” Steve said somberly. I nodded and began to speak, but was quickly cut off. “Then you know.” He said. I paused for a second, but couldn’t contain myself. “No. This is not what I signed up for. This is way beyond what you and I talked about! This is fucked up and I deserve to know what’s going on!” I said in a low, controlled rage. This raised Steve’s eyebrow as he worked to stifle his frustration. “Young lady!” Monica started before being cut off. “No…” Steve interjected at Monica before turning to me. “You’re right. You deserve to some answers.” He shifted forward in the chair, then gestured for me to sit on the bed. I did. Then Monica sat next to me, quietly. “Kathy and… Don?” He looked at Monica for confirmation, received it, then proceeded. “They were here to hurt us. All of us. Even you. They were planning on going to your family, Molly’s family, Emmy’s family… everyone they could think of with all of the pictures, videos, and whatever else they could scrap together. They were planning on releasing everything to every news outlet possible to destroy us. Unless we paid them. They were going to extort us for millions.” I stared at him, I knew there was more to the story that he wasn’t telling me. “And?” I asked as the air became thick. “And what, baby?” He replied, shifting forward in his chair. “There’s more… I know there is.” I shot back. “Like what?” He shot back, defensively. “You… look at you. Look at this. Look at Molly, Emmy, Sam… how do you think that would look to the outside world? Do you think the would look kindly on us? Do you think they would be sympathetic that we’re all able to make our own decisions? Or do you think we’d be torn apart, labeled as perverts and rapists, outcast from society, and have everything we’ve worked so hard to gain ripped out of our hands? How do you think that would go?” “Steve…” Monica started, but his hand gestured her to be quiet. He stared daggers through me. He wanted an answer to the question. “Not good.” I choked out. “Not good at all.” He replied back firmly. He leaned back in the chair and kept his gaze firmly on me, not softening a bit. I could feel a chill cross over me, and the taste of bile in my mouth. Something still didn’t add up. If they knew they had all of the evidence they wouldn’t have just let them go, so why just follow them. “They didn’t die in a wreck, did they?” I forced out after a silent moment. He stared at me, unblinking. “Did they.” I repeated, but without question. He glanced quickly up at Monica, then back at me. I could feel tension that I’ve never experienced with Steve. For the first time in his presence, I was afraid of him. “That question is out of line.” He finally said, in a low, gruff voice. “You will not ask it again.” “I deserve…” I started, but he quickly rose from his chair. “You do not deserve to know anything else!” He yelled while grabbing at my shirt, easily pulling me from the bed and onto my bare feet. I closed my eyes and pulled away, fearing a strike from him, but it didn’t come. I heard him sharply inhale and slowly exhale, then felt is hand release me. I sank to the floor, my legs too weak to support myself and began to sob. This was not the Steve I knew. Not at all. “Get her cleaned up, then bring her to my room.” He grumbled to Monica, then left the room, slamming the door behind him. I felt the tears begin to run down my face, but couldn’t cry. I couldn’t catch enough air in my lungs to actually cry. Monica sank beside me and hugged me tight. “It’ll be okay, honey.” I shook my head. I knew it wasn’t going to be okay. She held me tightly for a moment more, allowing me to slow my breathing to a controlled level, then began to lift me to my feet. I struggled to rise, but finally did with her help. “I don’t want to go see him.” I pleaded, fearful of his rage. “You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.” She said back, but in an unconvincing tone. She led me into the hallway with her arms bracing me. The nursery was empty when we walked in. I eyed path to an exterior door that opened to the side of the house, trying to figure out if I could make a run for it. I knew I wouldn’t survive long, but I wasn’t sure I’d survive much longer here either. I knew deep down that Kathy and Don were murdered. They didn’t die by accident. Accidents like that don’t just happen. My mind was numb. I didn’t resist Monica as she undressed me and put a clean diaper on me. She dressed me in a pink dress and white tights before brushing my hair out and putting a bow in it. “Are you hungry?” She asked softly. I shook my head, but it didn’t resonate with her. I fully expected her to unbutton her blouse, but instead she pulled a granola bar from her pocket and offered it to me. I ate it quietly, then sat passively as she brushed the crumbs off of the front of the dress before coaxing me up to my feet. “You’ll be fine, sweetie. I promise.” She said as she led me from the nursery and down the hall to Steve’s room. She opened the door for me, then closed it behind. I turned to her for reassurance, but she wasn’t there. It was just Steve and I now. He walked from the bathroom, now dressed in a suit and gestured me to the chair across from the one he was moving toward. “Listen… I am sorry. I didn’t mean to react like that.” He said quietly, but forcefully. I didn’t respond and kept my gaze at the floor, wishing I would have run into the cold winter landscape when I had the chance. He shifted forward and put his hand on my knee. I pulled away instinctively. “I’m not going to hurt you, damn it.” He said with frustration in his voice. I turned my head up a little, then brushed the hair from my face to look at him. “It’s hard to trust that right now.” “Why do you say that?” He asked, seemingly insulted. I maintained my gaze, but didn’t respond. He exhaled sharply and held his hand out. I looked at it but didn’t move to it. His fist clinched, then he brought it to rest on his thigh. “Knowing everything won’t change anything, you know.” He said quietly, beginning to squeeze his leg. I pondered this for a moment, trying to think of some way to figure out what was actually happening. “Knowing something may help though.” I meekly replied. He pondered this for a moment, then looked around the room and sighed. “Okay, fine. What?” He said, coldly. I looked at him but didn’t say anything. “Go ahead, what do you want to know?” He said sharply this time. “Was it an accident?” I asked. He sat for a moment, then looked me in the eyes with intensity. “It was unfortunate.” He said. I looked at him puzzled. “They wanted to hurt you. I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” “What happened?” I asked, my heart skipping as he spoke. “I don’t think you need to know specifics. Just know that I keep my word, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?” He replied. I couldn’t believe my ears, though it confirmed what I knew to be true. “Are we okay?” He asked, squeezing my thigh. I didn’t pull away, and slowly nodded. I didn’t realize I had another question until it escaped from my lips. “Can I leave here? Now?” This caught us both off guard. I looked at him for… something. Confirmation? Forgiveness? Reassurance? I wasn’t sure. “No, you can’t.” He said back. He said more, but I don’t know what he said. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the realization that there was no exit to this. I’d been under the impression since the very start that if I really wanted to leave, I could. I may not get money, and I may have to try and start over, but I could get out if I truly wanted to. “Can you please just try?” He said, his hand gripping mine, shaking me out of my thought. “What?” He looked at me confused. “Just don’t make waves. You’re special to everyone here, they see you. They listen. Just try, for me. Let them know that it’ll all be okay.” His voice was pleading, but his eyes weren’t. “Just make it all seem okay?” I asked. “Can you do that for me?” He answered. I nodded softly. No good would come from not. “Thank you, baby. Thank you.” He said in a bright, cheerful tone that made it seem like all the water had washed under the bridge. He stood, lifted me, and hugged me tightly before kissing my forehead. His embrace felt good, even given the situation. I carefully put my hands around his abdomen and hugged him back. “God, I miss this.” He said after a momentary embrace. I did too, as much as it pained me to realize at that moment. He broke the hug after a few more seconds and sat back in the chair, but moved me in front of him with his hands on my hip. “I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve become.” He said, his eyes wandering around me. “So feminine, so delicate.” He ran his hands up and down my body, then ran his fingers through my hair. “It’s gotten so long and soft.” He said, twirling it around a finger. He was right, it was nearly to my shoulder now and had become much thicker. I felt myself blushing, though I didn’t want to. He traced my jaw line with his hands, then down my neck. He was examining every part of me. Everything that had changed in me. His desires were now physical changes to my body. My face was as smooth as silk, as was the rest of my body now. His hands went on to trace my chest, pausing to feel the budding breasts below the pink cotton dress. They were sensitive, and his touch felt nice. He didn’t linger though, and was soon back at my hips with both hands. He pulled me forward. I tried to resist, but I was too weak to do so. He moved me onto the chair, now straddling his lap, our bodies close. There was a gentile rustling as the diaper beneath my dress pressed into him. His hands closed behind my back, then pulled me forward again. “Steve, I don’t…” I started, but he pulled my head in and forced me into a kiss. I knew what he wanted, and I knew what I wanted. While they were the same thing, I knew it wasn’t right. Not now. I pulled away, causing the pressure on my back to increase. He pulled me further forward and began to aggressively kiss my neck. “I can’t do this right now, it doesn’t feel right.” I said in a heavy breath. It didn’t slow him down. In fact, he sucked and licked harder at my collarbone. His hands pulled me in tight, I couldn’t pull away both from his strength and the leverage he had over my body. Within a few seconds, the cotton dress was pulled up and he was nibbling at sucking at my swollen nipple. This shot electricity through me like never before. He hadn’t done this in a long time, and never since the hormones kicked in. It felt otherworldly. I could feel waves of pleasure radiating over my body causing me to nearly spasm on his lap. His tongue was rough, slick, and strong while his mouth pulled the perfect amount of suction to walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. “Oh my god…” I said quietly, my throat nearly locking up with each word. This only made him more focused. He switched nipples and caused the sensations to start all over. I reached up with my hand and squeezed the nipple he had abandoned. This quickly caused one of his hands to move to it and push mine away before pinching and squeezing it with his own hand. I’d been so far from an orgasm for so long that I was almost confused when those feelings began to rise. I found myself beginning to gyrate against him while he continued to put his focus on my chest. My abdomen tightened and my breath became hard and fast as I felt my body begin to approach what I could only assume was an orgasm. He stopped abruptly, and picked me up without effort, spun, and tossed me gently onto the bed on my back before moving his torso between my legs and resuming where he had left off. “Oh my god, Steve.” I said quietly. He slapped my thigh sharply, but didn’t stop. “Daddy. Oh, fuck… daddy.” I corrected without thinking. My hip gyrations became his. He was thrusting against me. I could feel his hard cock beneath his pants pushing hard at my diaper, causing the chastity to push into my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, forcing his face deeper into my chest. He responded with a few subtle bites of my nipple causing my back to arch against him. He was emitting a low growl as his hands moved up my body and push my arms above my head. He moved his mouth over my neck again as he pulled the dress back down. “Still want me to stop?” He asked slyly between kisses. The part of me, the most of me, that was objecting had left a while ago. I was putty in his strong hands and he knew it. My mind went into a blank space, I was only focused on sensation at this point. I don’t know if it was the lack of intimacy recently, the escape from reality, or the effect of the hormones on my body… or likely all three… that were driving me to a primal state of mind. All I knew is I needed this. Steve pulled back from my neck and stood. He was leaning against the mattress, my legs still wrapped around his torso. The dress had ridden up, the childish diaper just visible under the white tights, and the pink cotton girls dress drew a stark contrast from what was happening at the moment. Steve looked at me deeply in the eyes. He was a predator, and I was his prey captured in a corner. His hands rubbed my legs, up to my hips, then came together on top of my diaper. He began to massage it, but there wasn’t much sensation there to speak of. It almost seemed like that part of me was absent now. I watched him as his eyes explored me more. “I can’t believe what it’s done to you.” He said so quietly, I’m sure it was for himself. “What?” I inquired. “Everything. Your chest, your waist, your hips, your face, your hair… it’s like you’ve been this way your entire life. I love it.” He said slowly as his fingers teased his words. I’m not sure I wanted to react the way I did, but I loved hearing it. I yearned to be what he wanted me to be. I would change anything and everything for him to be happy, at least right here, in the moment I would. Steve’s eyes shifted to the bedside table as his phone lit up and vibrated. He pulled away from me slowly and walked to the table, leaving me with my legs spread on the bed, and silenced the ring. He turned back at me with an intimate look, then opened his nightstand drawer and pulled something out, but I couldn’t see what. He walked over to the door next and secured the lock with a click, then flipped the lights off. There was enough sunlight streaming from behind the thick curtains for me to watch him walk back over to me. I heard the metal clink of his belt as he undid it, followed soon my soft sound of his pants fell to the floor. His jacket and shirt fell soon after. He moved next to me and laid on the bed, then rolled over onto his back. His hand extended under the small of my back and he twisted me around and on top of him, then shifted me around again. I followed his lead and was soon facing his feet. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the next steps and I soon had his cock fished out of his boxer briefs and in my mouth. I sucked aggressively, spinning my tongue quickly around the head. I could taste a substantial amount of precum and realized that my dry spell was his dry spell as well. I heard a faint click, then felt a strong vibration on the front of my diaper. While his hands didn’t cause much of a sensation, this certainly did. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and turned my head back. He had a grin on his face as he held a pink wand against my crotch. He winked, then refocused his attention while I did the same. The vibrations made it difficult to focus. They were intense, and so wonderful. I could feel that feeling building up again and wished I could have this feeling and him sucking on my chest at the same time. I knew I wouldn’t last long with either, but my mind was seeking overload now. With my focus shifting from my crotch to his cock over and over again, I stopped with the fancy tongue work and just moved his cock up and down as quickly as possible. Every time I would get into a rhythm, he would move the wand a little and cause me to lose it again. It was the best kind of torture imaginable. While my focus was split, he was able to stay focused primarily on his pleasure. It wasn’t very long before I felt his other hand move up to the small of my back and apply pressure between my shoulder blades intermittently, timing the up and down movement of my head to his liking. I felt his cock expand soon after, and fought a little to him from going into my throat with his assertive motions, then moved my tongue up to cover my throat in preparation of the impending. His hand tightened into a fist and squeezed hard at my back causing the dress to pull on my next slightly. He began grunting and thrusting his pelvis up into my mouth. I moved one of my outstretched hands to the base of his cock and rested my elbow on this hip to make sure he didn’t move too far up without warning, then felt as the first powerful blast coated the back of my mouth with warm, thick cum. This was followed by multiple more blasts which added to the large amount pooling between his shaft and my lips. I let him ride the wave and come to a complete stop before increasing the suction and pulling his cock from my mouth, careful not to spill any cum as I lifted up. It was out with a pop, and a quick wipe from my hand to get the long string of cum that connected my lips to his cock head. I could hear him deep groan as I repositioned, taking my elbow off of him, then twisted. I looked back at his cock and saw a small drop of cum run out. I leaned down and put it back in my mouth and sucked a little more to make sure it was all out, then sat up and swallowed. It went down easier than I remembered. “I missed that.” He said in a pant. I blushed a little, but didn’t say anything. He laid there for a moment, then brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed for a second, then sat up and pulled his boxer briefs back up. I tried my best to look seductive, though didn’t know how to pull that off in my current state. I pulled the hem of the dress up to my upper thighs and brought my hands to my chest and played with my nipples. I was hoping he would pick up on my signal that I wanted to continue. Fortunately he did, and within a few seconds he had the wand pressed deep into my diaper and his lips were locked firmly on my chest. My prediction was correct, within 30 seconds from him beginning, my hips were bucking and I was beginning to see spots dance on the ceiling. “Oh, god. Oh my god! Daddyyy… oh my…” I said without realizing. This caused him to press just a bit harder with the wand while wiggling it around, and flatten his tongue down on my left nipple while sucking harder than he had yet. This sent me over. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. It was like no orgasm is ever experienced. It felt like electricity pulsating from my soul over and over again. I came down after a minute and saw Steve’s grin staring down at me. “Oh my god.” I muttered. “Good?” He asked, lightly pinching my nipple, causing me to jump. “Like nothing ever.” I said, rolling my eyes back in my head. Steve stood up and redressed, then helped me up and straightened my dress out. He squeezed at the front of my diaper and told me to tell Monica that I was overdue for a change. I rolled my eyes at him… it wasn’t fun going from being sexual to being infantilized so quickly. Steve moved to the nightstand and dropped the wand into the drawer, then grabbed his phone. He got a somber look on his face, then turned and sat in the chair. I could see the screen, and the 12 missed calls glaring brightly back.

I understand completely. This is my dream job and it allows significant creativity, problem solving, and public speaking. Many of my favorite things, and they pay me a lot to do it. It’s amazing, but it zaps the mind.

Holy mackerel. I can’t believe it’s been this long… I’m so sorry that I’ve been away without communicating. I started a new job a little while ago and it’s keeping me so, so busy and has really killed my opportunity to sit down and write. Believe it or not, I wrote most of this during airport layovers. That just hasn’t been the case as of late. I really want to get back and complete this story. I had a thought in the middle of the night last night out of the blue on the ending. I thought I had one a while ago, but it felt so hollow. I think I know where it’s going to go now. I’m truly hoping I can get back into writing a couple of hours a week again soon… I have a few big meetings coming up, but think the pressure will be off after that. Thank you so much to those that have written in… it means the world. I love this community and am so happy to be a part of it!

I also get annoyed when things just ‘happen’ without being built into the story line, it can be frustrating and really zap the immersion of the story. I’ve tried my best to not do this, but I am a novice writer with limited free time, so storyboarding isn’t in my cards. In this specific case of just disappearing without family communication, near the early part of the story, Adam learns that the OLS company has essentially started doing family outreach on his behalf to let his family know he was safe and was out doing a semester at sea with limited means of communication. His family is also relatively disjointed and isolated from each other, and he’s drifted apart from most of his friends. I guess you could say he was the perfect target to disappear and most people wouldn’t realize it for some time. As the story progresses, this’ll come back up. The last chapter is really the first time that I built in a time jump. The rest of the story had been pretty detailed day-by-day, but I felt like the story wasn’t going to progress as desired that way for much longer. While it’s fun to think about and write the daily life of someone in this type of fantastical situation, eventually it becomes redundant and routine. I appreciate your feedback and welcome anymore that you have. Again, writing is a brand new hobby of mine, and I was definitely the guy that barely scraped by in any English or Creative Writing courses. I wish I had more time to sit down and write… it’s one of those things that the mood and free time have to align on, and it’s less often than I’d like. I do write when I get free time, but its usually only a few paragraphs at a time between meetings or when I’m on a long layover at the airport. You’ll get the updates you’re hoping for in the next few chapters, for sure.

It was some time ago. Not shots, but hormone implants.

Chapter 27 It was dark. I wasn’t sure where I was, but I could hear voices. It was cold. I tried as hard as I could to open my eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. My arms wouldn’t lift, no matter how hard I tried. I screamed for help, but nothing came out. The voices grew louder. They were laughing. I tried again to move, but I couldn’t. Panic set in and my breathing became shallow and rapid. I could feel sweat all over my body. The laughing grew. “I can’t believe I ever loved you.” “What a freak.” “That’s no son of mine.” The laughing was so close it was like I could feel the movement of air, but I couldn’t react. The voices were familiar, even though I couldn’t see them, I knew who they were. My mom. My dad. Sarah. They were all here laughing at me. They were laughing at what I’d become. I couldn’t see myself, but I knew what they were seeing. Dresses. Diapers. Pacifiers. I was a freak to them. I wanted to die. I needed to die. I couldn’t face them ever again. My body lurched forward as a loud sound ripped through my unconsciousness. My eyes shot open in time to see the broad side of an 18-wheeler swerve back into the right lane. The rumble stripes under the tires caused me to jump. Monica’s hand went to the grab handle above the passenger window, and I reflexively moved my arms to the back of the drivers seat in front of me. “Asshole!” Steve yelled in anger at the truck driver, stepping on the accelerator to get past the lumbering Volvo. “He’s on his fucking phone.” Monica said, dumbfounded that someone driving something so large would be so careless. I breathed a sign of relief, partly because I was glad that we weren’t going to get pancaked between the trailer and a cement barrier, but mostly because the nightmare was over. It was a few hours between the cabin and Bozeman, and while much of it was on twisty backroads, a decent portion was on wide open Interstate 90. The gentle bouncing of the Yukon Denali was enough to lull me to sleep every time. “Sorry about that.” Steve said as if he could control what other drivers were doing. His eyes met mine in the rear-view mirror. I met them with a ‘what are ya gonna do’ raise of the eyebrows and a small shrug. The signs on the highway let me know that we were about 30 miles away from the city, which was good because my diaper was starting to feel pretty full and gave an obvious bulge under my sweatpants. We were headed to Bozeman to do a little shopping for the new house. It was due to be completed in a few weeks, but at the present, was just a shell of glass, wood, and stone. I couldn’t believe that it had been nearly 2 months since we came to Montana. It seems like a blur, but probably because everything was so routine now. Monica and I fell into a good pattern and I actually enjoyed most of my time with her. Steve was still busy turning the company into a powerhouse in the pharmaceutical world, but he was doing an excellent job and the company was turning a healthy profit. I didn’t get to spend as much time with him as I would have liked… his schedule has put him on the road nearly constantly for the past six weeks. Mark and Alice were gone most of the time as well, which was good for Molly and I. We usually got to do our own thing during the day. Even when Mark and Alice were in town, they still busied themselves with whatever it is billionaires do all day. Emmy and Matt went back home a few weeks ago. It really sucked to see them leave and not a day goes by that I don’t wish they were here to hang out with us, but I guess our party had to come to an end at some point, and we were all settling back into our routine. Monica had really stepped up with Molly as well, and I could tell the two of them were getting along much better than I thought they would. Monica gave Molly the space she needed and didn’t try to fill the void left by Alice when she was away, but she also didn’t alienate her away from the two of us. She was happy to let Charlotte, who stayed at the house to help Mark and Alice while they were in town, take the lead with Molly. I yawned and stretched, then peered out the window at the picturesque mountains surrounding us along the interstate. They seemed to stand still, mocking us for being so small and insignificant in the world while they towered over it. “Are you getting hungry, hon? Do you need a snack?” Monica called from the front seat without turning around. I could see her digging in the diaper bag that she took everywhere she went, then without waiting for my acknowledgment, handed back a small baggie of Cheerios. I silently took the bag and tossed a few of them in my mouth, then murmured a thank you. I watched Monica’s pretty face light up as she saw the first signs of Bozeman in the distance. She had talked at length about how much she loved the small town feel of the progressive city and wished that Steve’s office was close enough to make a ‘house in the city’ practical. Steve wasn’t as keen on the idea and instead opted to make the cabin being built as comfortable as possible for his new small family. I thought back to the day that Monica really started to take over what could only be defined as parental duties for me. I could tell she loved it, she was destined to be a mother, but I guess fate had other plans. Since that day, she’s been a constant in my life. She’s there each morning when I wake up, she’s changed me each and every time I needed a new diaper, dressed me, bathed me, fed me, and tucked me in each night. It made me reflect on my own childhood and how lonely I was with parents that were largely inattentive, although I know they cared for me. Monica has the ability to focus all of her time and attention on something, and it seems that something is me. The exits began to pass by and I soon heard the rhythmic clicking of the turn signal, then felt the large vehicle begin to slow. I watched as the other traffic zipped by, continuing their journeys down the interstate and away from Bozeman. “Do you know where this place is?” Steve asked Monica quietly while looking around at the signs just off the exit. “Umm… it’s downtown, that’s all I really know. I heard it’s pretty easy to find. It’s a big brick storefront.” She replied as she gestured toward the city center. The turn signal came on again as Steve creeped through the sharp turn, the green light swaying gently in the wind. Steve and I hadn’t been as close as we once were. Even though he travelled a significant amount, I feel like he’s been more distant even when we’re all home. It’s not that he isn’t excited to see me or anything, it just feels like that passion that he once had for me has dwindled to embers of what it once was. I guess, like any girl in a relationship, I get the cues that he’s horny and he’ll turn the charm on. Even though I know what he’s doing, I still find myself enjoying it. Wishing that it would last past his orgasm, but it fades soon after and we return back to the low smolder that we were before. His preferences really haven’t shifted much, he’ll use the same smooth talk to get me on my knees and sweet talk his dick into my mouth. Between three and ten minutes later, depending on the day, his hands tighten around my head and he blasts somewhere between four and six jets of cum into my mouth. I’ll swallow it while he strokes my hair and tells me how much he loves me, then he’ll stand and help me up before kissing my forehead and excusing himself to the bathroom to clean up. It’s stupid… each time this happens I’ll stare at the door for a few seconds hoping that he’ll come back out and, well, I don’t even know. I just miss what we had and want it back. Bozeman is a cool little town. It looks like someone from ‘down south’ decided to make a town in the most remote place they could, then filled it with all of their cool friends that decided they wanted to be hippie cowboys. I imagined myself living there one day, living happily on a little ranch just out of town, exploring the culture, eating the diverse foods, watching the sun set over happiness. But given my current situation, I didn’t have high hopes of that happening any time soon. I looked to the right as Monica gestured at Steve, pointing out a large brick storefront with spotless glass shimmering in the sun. I couldn’t see a business name on the door, but judging from the furniture in the display window, it was high end enough to not need to advertise to the public. Their clientele sought them out, not the other way around. I glanced down at myself. I’ve accepted that for the foreseeable future, I wasn’t going to be selecting my own clothes, no matter the conditions of the day. I was wearing thin black sweatpants and a baggy teal pullover sweater from The North Face. Capping it off was a pink and black headband that held my now-shoulder length hair behind my ears, along with a ponytail. The hormones had really started to do their work in the past month or so. My hair seemed to grow faster and thicker than before, and my already soft features softened even more. Couple that with Monica’s adeptness at applying natural looking makeup, and no one on Earth would suspect I was anything other than a bright-eyed teenage girl while out in public. If the light was right, you could even see the tale tale markings of budding breasts under my shirt. These both disgusted and annoyed me because I knew they wouldn’t just ‘go away’ one day… I was likely stuck with these for a long time. I did, however, really enjoy the sensations I felt when I played with them. I did that enough one night that I nearly came from it. Steve and Monica stepped from the Denali, then Steve opened my door once the cars passing by moved past. I slid from the leather seat and took Steve’s hand as he helped me down, ever the gentleman. I pulled on the sweater, making sure it was long and baggy enough to cover the now-obvious bulge from the sodden diaper beneath the thin sweats. With Steve’s hand on the small of my back, I passed around the rear of the SUV and onto the wide sidewalk in front of the palatial storefront. No sooner than my feet hit the sidewalk did Monica grab for my hand and guide me to the door, seeking out the restroom to ensure a wet diaper didn’t turn into wet pants. “Restroom?” She enquired to the attentive elderly lady that met us near the door. “I’m so sorry, we don’t have a public restroom, ma’am.” She replied curtly. I’m not sure who the lady was, but clearly she didn’t recognize money when she saw it. While I was likely nothing to behold, Monica was decked out in a Burberry dress and overcoat with Louboutin shoes. Monica, even with the rude reply from the woman, gave a sweet smile and gestured for her to approach. The older woman did with an air of surprise that this woman showed no hesitation to step foot in one of the finest establishments in Montana and command her around, did so. “While I understand your restroom isn’t for public use, I’d ask that you make an exception this time. She’s just, well… on the way here her body decided it would be a good time to ‘go through the change’, and to be frank, we’re gonna need to get that under control before the poor girl needs a new wardrobe.” She said quietly with an apologetic look. The lady tightened her lips even more, looked at the mortified look on my face, which was genuine, then pointed down the hall. “It’s the door that says private.” She said with an emphasis in the word private. I felt like I wanted to jump in front of a truck, I was so embarrassed. “What the hell?” I challenged Monica when the door was closed and locked behind us. “What? You want me to tell her your diaper is about to split open?” She retorted back. “It’s girl code. No girl can deny another girl the use of a bathroom when her period unexpectedly starts. I’m offended she didn’t offer a tampon as well. Stuck up bitch.” I exhaled sharply, conveying my annoyance. “Would you rather I told her the truth?” She asked as she opened the bag and took out a clean diaper. I shook my head, then, by habit, lifted the sweater up and over my belly, giving Monica free access to my pants. She pulled them down to the middle of my thigh, then pushed lightly at my knees in a nonverbal instruction to spread my legs a little wider. I followed her command and felt the thin black fabric stretch. She undid the tapes and balled the diaper into a tight sphere, then tossed it in the lidded trash can next to the toilet. She had become good at applying diapers while I was standing, but they never seemed to sit right at first. It took some weird stretches to get it to settle into place and today was no exception. My pants were pulled back up and Monica gave me a soft pat on my freshly diapered butt before securing the diaper bag closed with the zipper. I pulled my sweater back down and gave myself a quick glance in the half-length mirror. No obvious diaper bulge, and while I hated to admit it, I was pretty damn cute and not just for a boy dressed as a girl. I tucked a stray hair behind my ear, took a quick glance at my makeup, and walked out of the bathroom to face the woman that was convinced I just became a woman. Her attitude was immensely different once she saw Steve stroll through the door. His high-end casual clothes and the way he carried himself just oozed money and success. We went from the annoying public trying to sully the restroom of a prestigious establishment to the guests of honor within a few seconds. Not 30 seconds after entering, Steve was sipping on a complimentary glass of Silver Oak with one being quickly delivered to Monica as well. I was happy with a sparkling water. I can’t stress enough how boring furniture shopping is. Standing there while someone tells you about every wood variety that a dresser can be built in, then shows a literal binder filled with pictures of knobs, hinges, pulls, and every kind of fabric to line the drawers that’s ever existed on the planet… well, it sucks. It had been at least an hour since we arrived and we still hadn’t made it past the ‘Family Gathering Room’ section of our curated shopping experience. I kept a running tally of what this shopping trip would cost for fun for the first half-hour, but lost track as they discussed chandeliers and sconces for the living room. I left off at around seventy-two thousand dollars and I was certain it had doubled since then. The old lady gestured to the bedroom wing of the store with more enthusiasm than her husband ever experienced and quickly pulled on Steve’s arm. “St… umm… Dad?” I started, catching myself. “Can I go to the bookstore next door while you all finish up?” I pleaded, hopeful to do anything other than stand here for more of this torture. This caught Steve off guard. He shot a look to Monica who also had a look of surprise on her face. I haven’t been out in public without one of them since I met Steve, and I don’t think he expected me to venture off on my own with the way I was dressed. “Please?” I begged with my best puppy dog eyes. The old lady seemed annoyed. “Just to the bookstore, no where else.” He finally said, looking to Monica for assurance that his approval wasn’t a mistake. Monica shrugged. “Thanks.” I said with a smile, then began to walk with a bounce in my step towards the front door. The cold air felt nice as I stepped back to the sidewalk. I glanced up and around at the Main Street of Bozeman, then walked a few dozen yards over to the little used bookstore occupying the space next to the most pretentious furniture store West of the Mississippi. The bell clinked against the glass in the way one would expect from an old bookstore like this. An older gentleman nodded from behind the counter and went back to the stack of papers in front of him. There were a few people scattered around the store, some browsing, some curled up with a book. This seemed like more of a refuge than a shop. “Can I help you find anything?” The man called out as he shuffled the papers in front of him. “No, thank you though. Just browsing.” I said back, then turned to the stacks occupying the far side of the store. While I may have the outward appearance of a sweet young girl, I still had the mind of a boy and walked right for the suspense and thriller section of the shelves and began sorting through political spy novels from Tom Clancy, Lee Child, and Jack Carr. “Not to stereotype, but those don’t seem like they’d be up your ally.” A voice quietly said from behind me. I jumped a little, then turned to see a guy around my age, a head taller, and a hundred pounds heavier move in behind me. “I like what I like, I guess.” I said, then put the book back. “That’s really cool that a pretty thing like you would be into guy books.” He laughed as he picked up the book I put down. “I would have pegged you for a Twilight girl.” “Looks can be deceiving.” I said, trying to politely end the conversation. “I didn’t mean to… sorry. It came out wrong.” He said quickly as he picked up my annoyance. “Just trying to start a conversation.” “It’s fine, no worries. I kinda just want to pick out a book though.” I added, now feeling the pressure from the other side of the gender norms. “Can I buy you a coffee to make up for it?” He asked quickly. I shook my head, but he didn’t notice as he was already busy fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. I watched as he slid a bill from the pocket and slapped it down annoyingly hard in front of the guy at the counter, then took two paper cups and filled them with coffee from the carafe near the back of the store. “Cream or sugar?” He asked as he presented a handful of packets. I shook my head and took the cup of coffee from him, hoping that this was the end of it but knowing he was just getting started. “Wow, what kind of girl reads books like that, drinks black coffee, and yet looks as beautiful as you do.” He wondered aloud. My eyes instinctively rolled as I took a sip from the cup of coffee that had, no doubt, been sitting since before I had been awake. I turned to move to another bookshelf, not looking for anything in particular, but trying to busy myself to drop a subtle hint that I wasn’t really feeling like getting hit on today. “I’m Chris.” He stammered as he followed behind me like a puppy. “Addy.” I replied. “Pretty name.” He added quickly. As far as guys go, Chris wasn’t unattractive. He seemed to be decently built, definitely a football player build, but his interest in books seemed to dispel the notion that he was a jock. He had deep brown hair and a young looking face that hasn’t seen much sun. He was going for the lumberjack look, compete with his flannel shirt, battered jeans, and work boots that I suspect were worn down when purchased. “Sorry, Chris. My parents are next door and I’m just here to pick out a book while they shop.” I said after a moment of awkward silence. “No, it’s okay. I’m not like, hitting on you or anything, I just haven’t seen you here before and I do this for everyone new, ya know. Of course… unless you’d like me to hit on you.” He said with a cheesy grin. “Sorry.” I said quietly, then went back to browsing the shelves. Chris was silent for a moment, but never left my vicinity. I had decided that rather than continue to be annoyed by him, I would just head back next door and wait for furniture purgatory to end. I put the novel back on the shelf and started for the door, averting my eyes from Chris. As I rounded the cap of the aisle for mystery books, Chris stepped in front of me and blocked my passage. “You leaving already?” Chris asked in a low voice. “Yeah, I need to go.” I replied. “Well, can I get your number? At least that. I’d like to talk books with you again.” He insisted without moving from my path. “I don’t have a phone.” I answered with annoyance in my voice. “Oh, come on. Don’t bullshit me.” He said as he moved his right hand up and put it firmly on my shoulder. “Everybody has a phone.” I raised my eyes towards his and saw something that scared me. He was a giant compared to me and nothing I could do would physically overpower him. I tried to step back but his hand held firmly on my shoulder, preventing my movement. “I need to go.” I said a little louder with desperation in my voice. I hoped that someone in the store would take notice, but they all remained glued to their pages. “Come on, let’s just talk a little.” He said. I winced as his hand on my shoulder squeezed. “Stop it.” I said, moving my hand up quickly, effectively knocking his away from me. “Fine, fine…” He laughed. As I passed by him, he extended his hand again and groped at my chest, then pinched hard on my left breast. I turned quickly to him and felt every ounce of anger in my body build up. “Fuck you, you asshole!” I yelled, then pushed him hard. He tried to maintain his balance but fell backward into a shelf of books and tumbled to the ground. This drew the attention from everyone in the store. A man and woman moved in quickly and placed themselves between Chris and I, then the woman guided me away from him by the shoulders. “Are you okay?” She asked quickly. “He grabbed my chest and wouldn’t let me leave.” I said as the emotions released and I started to sob. “God damn it, Chris.” The shop keeper yelled and crossed from behind the counter. “You fucked up big time now.” “Fuck off.” Chris yelled as he tried to stand, but fell back over into another shelf of books. I turned and moved away quickly while Chris was down, exited the store, and walked quickly back to the furniture store where Steve and Monica were. I decided that I like the safety and security I had been afforded recently, and I had no desire to experience the world as a girl. Not anytime soon at least. I regained my composure as I walked back to join them in the lighting fixture section, then smiled when I saw all of them staring into what had to be the ugliest lamp I’d ever seen. I slid next to Steve and leaned into him, then smiled again has he gave me an unknowing hug. I knew that I was safe and I knew that I would be because these two wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. Marcy, as I learned the older lady’s name was, handed Steve an invoice with six-figures in expenses with a smile. He signed it without a thought, then agreed with Marcy that it indeed was a pleasure doing business with her. Marcy recommended a restaurant on our way out, a ‘cute little French place’ that she no doubt had a hand in, and called in a reservation at Monica’s request. The warehouse-turned-bistro was quite delicious, but I was ready to get back to the cabin after the day I’d had. I decided not to tell Steve or Monica about the handsy creep from the bookstore, partially because I was afraid they’d never let me be alone again, and partially because I felt some weird sense of shame. I knew I didn’t do anything to attract his attention, but I second guessed my clothes, my makeup, my everything thinking that maybe I threw some sign to him that I wanted his attention. Being a girl in public wasn’t as enjoyable as I once thought, and the attention constantly received was more than unnerving. I fell asleep on the way back. I don’t even remember getting to the interstate. I slept up until Steve put the car in park and opened his door. I jumped up from a dreamless sleep and wiped the considerable amount of drool from my face, then looked around to make sure we were actually back ‘home’. The driveway was empty, and most of the lights were off. It was past eight and only Molly and Charlotte would be here, assuming they were back from their trip to the grocery earlier in the day. I shuffled in the shallow snow up to the front door, then waited while Steve fished his keys from his pocket. The warm air felt wonderful as I crossed into he cabin, the smell of oak firewood burning in the stone fireplace smelled wonderful. No sooner than my eyes adjusted to the light did Molly come sliding into view. She had a big smile on her face and was already dressed in her pajamas, her hair still wet from her bath. “Did you all have fun?” She asked as she hugged me tightly. I nodded, never too sure what the answer to that question is supposed to be, especially when the people that took you were standing right behind you. “Ten minutes, then bath and bed.” Monica said as she passed by, stripping her overcoat off in the process. Once we were outside of earshot, I turned to Molly and filled her in on the days events. “Yeah.” She said with a shrug. “It sucks being a pretty girl sometimes.” I was a little caught off guard that this would be considered a regular enough occurrence that it didn’t even warrant concern, but seeing that she didn’t find it unusual, I dropped it. “How was your day?” I asked as we collapsed onto the couch near the fireplace. “Boring and dumb.” She sighed. “Charlotte’s cool, but man that woman gets excited about produce that shouldn’t be in season. I had a thirty minute lecture about why you can’t buy tomatoes in the winter.” “Duh. Hot house tomatoes are shit. Everyone knows that.” I added, partially in jest, but mostly in truth. Molly rolled her eyes and tossed her hands up in annoyance. “So Charlotte told me earlier that her, Steve, and Monica were meeting Mark and Alice at the airport tomorrow, but she said it in a weird way, like something secret is happening. I asked what time I needed to be ready, and she said I didn’t have to go to this one. Sounds like neither of us are invited. Which means we have the house to ourselves for like two hours.” Molly said with giddy excitement. “What?” I asked with a surprised face. We never get the place alone, there’s always somebody around. “I know.” She said with the same surprise. “So we can do whatever we want.” “That’s awesome. Like what though? This place is boring.” I said. “Well, I know something I’d like to do.” She said with a smirk. I started at her, waiting for her to say it. She stared back, a little confused that I wasn’t picking up the vibes she was putting down. “Yeah?” I finally said. “You’re really gonna make me say it?” She asked, a little embarrassed. “Say what?” I replied. “Ugh… you know.” She groaned. “I want you to…” She said, then gestured to her chest. “Oh.” I said with some surprise. It’s not that I wasn’t wanting or willing to do that, but the novelty seems to have dissipated now that I was being breastfed literally every morning and night. She caught on to this and realized that the arrangement was one-sided, but I could see her mind wandering. “I’ll make it worth your while.” She said with a grin. “I’m not saying no.” I said back with a smile, unsure of what she had planned. If I knew Molly as well as I thought I did, we’d both end the afternoon happy. The light flicked on casting a bright glow around the room. Monica’s walked in wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants, carrying what would be my pajamas for the night in her hand. “Time.” She said as she gestured to her bathroom. “Can I come too?” Molly asked without hesitation. Monica thought for a second, then nodded. We walked to the large bathroom and Monica started the piping hot water, then turned to strip my clothes off of me. She tugged the sweater and shirt over my head, then paused when she noticed a decent bruise over my breast. “What happened?” She said with concern. “Oh, I walked into the corner of the refrigerator door earlier while Charlotte had it open.” I lied quickly. “Ouch, it looks like it hurt.” She said as she extended her hand and gently caressed the sensitive skin. I winced. She undressed me the rest of the way, then helped me into the tub. Molly sat on the closed toilet lid and continued to talk about her adventure at the grocery store. Molly knew Monica thought Charlotte was a little over the top about weird things, so felt safe discussing it in front of her. A deep scrub and a few minutes later, we were both tucked into our adjacent cribs, both having received our nightly allotment of breast milk, Molly from a bottle and me directly from Monica. She had to be up to at least ten ounces now as I found myself feeling sort of full after we finished. “Goodnight, I love you.” Molly said quietly when the door closed. “I love you too. Night.” I replied. I was asleep quickly for someone that napped twice during the day.

Chapter 26 I wish I could remember the dream I was having before Sam’s sneezing fit woke me up, but no amount of concentration could lull me back to sleep. I couldn’t get comfortable because of my diaper, which told me that it was likely morning anyways. It’s strange how you learn these things… who would have thought that the capacity of a diaper could allow me to tell time. Molly groaned and slammed a pillow over her head. I couldn’t actually see her, but I knew that was her normal morning routine when she didn’t want to be awake. I laid there with my eyes open, surveying the dark shadows around the room for what felt like an hour before I heard the door to the nursery open and close, then squinted when the light shined in to our dimly lit slumber party. “Good morning!” Charlotte sang as she slowly turned up the dimmer switch, causing all of us to groan and cover our faces. There wasn’t a clock in the room, nor did the darkness of Northern Montana in winter give us any indication of the actual time. I guessed it was around 8am, but honestly living this life, it didn’t matter much. Not like I had anywhere to be. Charlotte walked to the others and lowered the rails to the cribs, but walked past mine as she guided the others to the changing table. I sat up and looked over at her, confused as to why I was skipped. “Monica said you were hers today, dear. She’ll be in here soon.” Charlotte said while looking at me, her hands now adept at diaper changes enough to not have to look. I nodded and plopped back down in the crib and watched the others as they changed into fresh diapers and out of their footie pajamas. Each girl was dressed in tights and a t-shirt before being ushered out of the room. I lifted my head, a little surprised that Charlotte would just leave me laying here without at least offering to let me get up, but the door to the nursery opening and closing and the sound of silence let me know that I was indeed alone. I stared up at the ceiling and traced the perimeter of the room with my eyes and waited. I wondered what the others were up too and what they were having for breakfast. My stomach growled. I thought I heard a clock ticking somewhere in the distance, but realized it was likely just my mind playing tricks on me as I hadn’t seen a clock anywhere around the house since we arrived. I sat up when I heard the door finally open and turned my head to see who my visitor was, then watched as Monica bounced in with a coffee in hand. I would kill for a coffee, but knew that wasn’t going to happen. ‘Babies don’t drink coffee’, I could imagine her saying with an annoying chuckle. She sat the mug down on the ledge of the changing table, and crossed over to me. “Good morning!” She sang with even more chipper than Charlotte had. I didn’t respond and instead met her with a ‘you’re too much of a morning person for me’ look as I sat up in the crib. I could feel the diaper squish beneath me and looked forward to getting it off. The bars slid down and Monica extended her hand, assisting me with the small drop to the wood floor. “How did you sleep?” She asked as we moved to the table. “Fine, I guess.” I said flatly. Her sweet smile got even sweeter at this as she assisted me up, then guided me into a laying position on the table. It took a moment to get the pajamas off of me, the table wasn’t conducive to one-piece pajamas unless you happened to be as adept as Charlotte was in maneuvering teenage-toddlers. “Whew, that’s full.” She said in a playful tone as she moved her attention to my groin. I rolled my eyes, but made sure she wasn’t looking first. Of course it was. She knew it would be. I was locked in a crib for the past ten hours. She pulled at the tabs and tucked them behind my hips, then pulled the diaper down and out from under me. The cool, dry air felt nice against my warm and clammy skin. I hoped she would let me air out for a few minutes, but she instead began cleaning me with a wipe. Her fingers made sure not to miss a square centimeter of my skin, nor with the lotion she applied right after. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the attention and appreciated how soft her hands were. Her diapering skills were definitely improving with each change. She secured the tapes of the new one without having to reposition, and they weren’t overly tight or loose. She tucked her fingers around the leg bands and fluffed the crotch a little before turning away and grabbing some clothes from next to my crib. “How precious are these?” She said as she held up purple bloomers with gold spots, and multiple rows of ruffles. By this point I really didn’t care what I was dressed in, it made no impact on me nor was there anyone to be embarrassed around. Parade me around in whatever, I don’t think anyone would bat an eye. She sat the bloomers down near my feet and pulled the white onesie, the compete ensemble, up and began sliding my head and arms through. Sure, by this point I didn’t really care what I wore, but I didn’t appreciate that there were big, whimsical letters across the front of the onesie proclaiming the wearer was ‘Daddy’s Girl & Mommy’s World’. She snapped the garment between my legs, then fished the bloomers up and over my diaper. She beamed at the spectacle in front of her. “One more thing…” She said quietly as she pulled a headband from near my feet. It was the same material as the bloomers, so I missed it when she sat it down. She slid it over my head, down my neck, then pulled it back up to hold my hair out of my face. Atop the headband was a bow, the perfect accoutrement to the infantile outfit. “I could just eat you up.” She said as she pulled me up and off of the changing table. Usually when I would wear things like this, there would be some sort of skirt or dress that would cover me and I was missing that now. The bloomers, while they did effectively hide the visibility of my diaper really only stood to accentuate the fact that I was, indeed, wearing one. We walked into the nursery, her leading and me following. She sat on the comfy couch and pulled me down next to her, then pivoted her body to more easily face me. Her dark hair framed her face, and the subtle makeup she was wearing gave her a youthful appearance. Her teeth were almost too white, and since she was such a smiler, were always on full display. “I think today is going to be a special day for you and I.” She started, then waited for my reaction. Offering none, she went on. “I’ve let the others know that it’s just a you and I day. I think we’ll be able to bond better if we aren’t constantly interrupted.” I nodded a little. Not because I agreed, but because it was instinctual. She smiled more. “So… I think we should start with some nummies, then get you some breakfast. I thought we could talk for a little while after that, just about ourselves and, hopefully, better learn about each other. We’ll do some lunch after. Then I’m going to give you a little spa treatment… do your hair and nails, a facial, teach you a few makeup tips, all the fun things. We’ll have dinner and dessert in my room, then I thought we would watch a movie. How’s that all sound?” I could almost envision her skull flying out from her lips with how big her smile was. “What are… nummies?” I asked. “Breast feeding. I’ll breastfeed you.” She said, almost surprised that I didn’t realize that. Of course. No escaping that part. “Is there anything you wanted to do?” She asked, hopeful. I shook my head and looked away. “Okay.” She said, seeming to be a little annoyed that I wasn’t as enthusiastic about the day as she was. She took no pause to begin our dream day. It was maybe a few seconds before she had her blouse open, then another split second to open the cup of her nursing bra. Her nipple popped out and I watched as her breast bounced while she tucked the cup under her cleavage. “I’ve only been getting about six ounces when I pump, so there may not be enough in there for you. I think my body will start to make more once you start feeding routinely.” She said as she pulled my arm over to her and manipulated my upper body onto her lap. Normally when presented with the nipple of an attractive woman in front of my face, there wouldn’t be any hesitation in my mind to latch on. However, under the circumstance, knowing that this was purely a non-sexual encounter between us, I was a little reluctant. She didn’t accept my hesitation though, and quickly married my mouth and her nipple together. She adjusted her body once her nipple was resting on my tongue. She was now supporting my weight with her arm propped on a pillow. I held her nipple there without moving for a few seconds and wondered if there was some way out of this. She squeezed her boob a little with her hand and sent a small stream of milk into my mouth. It’s overly-sweet taste surprised me, and somehow I got a faint hint of cucumbers. “Go on.” She whispered. I accepted my fate and began. It’s weird how one of the very first activities a person learns in life, the suck/swallow reflex, goes away so soon after birth. Also, obviously, breasts weren’t designed to provide an appropriate flow of milk for a grown person. Much like with a too-small baby bottle, I found myself working hard to get enough milk to justify swallowing. It was difficult to figure out just how hard to suck to keep from pulling too much of her breast into my mouth. Weird things to struggle with. She looked down at me tenderly. I returned her gesture by closing my eyes, but I don’t think that upset her. She rubbed lightly on my back over the thin cotton and almost imperceptibly rocked us both on the couch. I found myself in a near trance as it seemed all of my cares melted away with each small suckle. I nursed for either five minutes or five hours, I lost track of time, but soon found that no amount of suction was producing any milk. Without a word, she popped this nipple out and inserted the other. Back into the trance I went. A few minutes later, once both breasts were depleted, she pulled her nipple out and snapped her nursing bra back up, then took a burp cloth from beside her and wiped my face. She didn’t say anything, just smiled at me. I hated the advice that she got from Alice, and I really hated that I could feel it working. For some reason I didn’t hate her as much as I did a few minutes ago. She stayed quiet but pulled my head back to her chest and held me in an embrace. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift again. She smelled sweet, faintly floral. Her heart was beating slow, strong, and rhythmic. “Ready for more breakfast?” She asked, snapping from my blank space. I nodded. Six ounces of milk did not a breakfast make. I waddled after her as we went to the small kitchenette in her bedroom. Her’s was just down the hall from Steve’s, but seemed to have been designed as a fully-functional Mother-in-Law suite at some point. It was one large room with a handsome bed, sitting area, bathroom, and what would equate to a dorm room kitchen. Within minutes she had whipped up a bowl of oatmeal mixed with, you guessed it, more breast milk. She sat us down at a small cafe style table and placed the bowl between us. I motioned to pick up the pink plastic spoon, but she grabbed it before I could. She stirred the thick paste around, then scooped a heaping bite and blew on it. It somehow surprised me when she advanced the spoon toward my face. Even with all of the changes since I met Steve, I was still able to feed myself. I can’t recall the last time in my life someone insisted on feeding me. “Open.” She sang softly as the spoon grazed my lower lip. I followed her instruction and allowed her to place the spoon in my mouth, then she lifted up and out, depositing the apple cinnamon oat mush onto my tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I’ve never been a big fan of mushy foods. I hate to admit it, even to myself, but after the third or fourth bite, I found I was enjoying myself. She was giving me constant positive feedback, encouraging me to keep eating and I was actually enjoying it. I could feel my stomach tingle at her affirmation, something that I guess I was deprived of as a child. She scraped the last of it out of the bowl and fed it to me, then used the spoon to scrape a few errant oats from my lips and help them back into my mouth. Another wave of affirmation made me feel warm, made me feel oddly proud of eating breakfast. Monica helped me brush my teeth, wash my face, clean my ears, and apply baby lotion all over my body. I was used to Steve helping me to a minor extent with some of these things, but Monica barely allowed me to help at all. “Can you still feel when you need to go potty?” She asked me as she gave the front of my diaper a quick squeeze while walking out of the bathroom. I shrugged and moved to the couch. “Today will go much better for both of us if we can use our words.” She replied as she flipped off the bathroom lights and followed me. I plopped down and pulled a blanket from the back of the small couch overtop of my legs, partly because I was cold and partly because I hated my legs being completely uncovered and the clothes I was wearing didn’t do anything to cover them. “No.” I sighed. She looked at me with the expectation that I expand on my answer. “I could at first, just feel a little pressure but once I could feel it, it would just happen. Now, I don’t even really feel the pressure anymore. The only time I can tell is if I’m laying down and I feel it drip down. Most of the time, though, I only know I’ve gone because I can feel the diaper get bigger.” I answered, my gaze going anywhere but to her. “And what have you all been doing about messes?” She asked, very frank. I could feel my face get warm. It was still a sensitive issue that I didn’t want to discuss. “I did that myself in the morning.” I said quickly. “What about Charlotte helping you yesterday?” She prodded. “I wouldn’t really call that helping…” I added flatly. “Well, I think that the expectation going forward is that you’ll be receiving a little help each day in that department.” She said after briefly contemplating how to make sure this wasn’t seen as optional. Of course it would be. What better way to control someone than strip each and every piece of dignity they have left. “Can I at least use the bathroom for it?” I asked, hoping we could at least compromise. “Much easier than changing…” “Nope.” She cut in, flatly rejecting my plea. I huffed and crossed my arms, purposely covering up ‘Mommy’s World’ on my onesie. “Pouting is okay, I understand your frustration.” She said. Highly doubtful, I doubt too many others could sympathize. She watched me for a moment, then decided enough time had passed and I needed to get over it. She stood and walked towards the door, then flipped the light switch off. The room fell into blackness with only a hint of light from beyond the thick curtains flanking the bed. She took another step and flipped another switch and the ‘whoosh’ of the gas fireplace ignited, casting warm light on us. “I want you to tell me all about yourself. Your childhood, loves, losses… how you ended up here. Steve has told me some things, but I’d love to hear it from you directly.” She said, settling back into her place on the couch. She tugged and me, moving me onto my back with my head in her lap. I tried to think of what to say. She pulled the headband out of my hair and began running her fingers through it. I purred and closed my eyes, then started from the beginning. I talked for at least an hour, but honestly it could have been two. I’m not sure I opened my eyes the entire time, and she didn’t stop playing with my hair. I guess we were both getting what we want. “Can I ask you some personal things?” She said when I finally stopped talking and we were silent for a moment. I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t object. “It sounds like Steve is the first man you’ve been with, and he’s exceptionally private about things. I clearly know you two have a sexual relationship, but how far has that gone?” She asked. “Well, it’s gone all the way to Montana.” I joked. This caused her to laugh pretty loud. “You know what I mean.” She added. “Sure I do. Oral and some toys.” I said, being brief with my answer. “Do you find the sexual relationship mutual?” She asked. “That’s… well, that’s a tough question. You’ve seen what… you’ve seen it. So I wouldn’t necessarily say that… I mean, I don’t not enjoy what we do together, if that’s what you’re asking.” I stammered. “Got it. Well, the good news is, I think as your relationship progresses, there are ways that you two can be physical that provide satisfaction to both of you. Oral sex is great and all, but always being a giver isn’t exactly the most satisfying thing, right?” She said, sounding more like Sue Johansson than Monica. “I’m pretty sure I’m following, but… uh…” I questioned for clarity. “Prostate orgasms.” She quickly said. “Oh.” I was quiet for a bit after that as I envisioned what my life would likely look like soon. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Steve’s intent wasn’t to stop with a blowjob every now and then. Clearly he’s beginning to move down this path, what with the butt plug from yesterday and all. I guess it’s similar to the first time I gave him oral, it’s a giant leap for me kind. “I’ll make sure you’re well prepared and he’s gentle.” She finally said. “Yeah, cool. Thanks.” I responded. More awkward silence. I sat up when Monica began to shift on the couch. She stood once I was off of her and stretched her back, then reached out and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go get some lunch.” She said. I was hungry, so there was no objection from me. I followed her down the hallway before taking a quick pitstop in the nursery for a new diaper. She caught me off guard when she clipped a pacifier on a strap to my shoulder and popped a pink pacifier in my mouth. I’m sure it was an OLS special order as well… infant products sized for adults. I did find it oddly soothing though. I followed her into the main kitchen and wondered where everyone else was, I hadn’t heard a thing all morning and I figured at least someone would be in the kitchen or sitting room in the middle of the day. She pulled the refrigerator open and took out a sandwich wrapped in foil and dropped it on a plate. She also took out four jars of baby food and poured them into a small bowl. “Really?” I asked with a slight muffle from the pacifier. “Just to start. I’ll get you something else after. You need your fruits and veggies.” She said without slowing her gathering. I was annoyed, but knew objecting was useless. Monica munched on a turkey and bacon sandwich on freshly baked bread whilst spooning me bite after bite of carrot, sweet potato, and blueberry slurry. The blueberries really shined through and the entire concoction tasted more like a smoothie than baby food. I’d give it a passing grade. I polished off the bowl, had the ceremonial spoon scrape across the lips, then transitioned to a bowl of mashed potatoes with gravy. I guess solid food was out of the question today. It was taking some getting used to, to say the least. Steve was big on what I was wearing, and while he was the one that pushed the diapers, he still allowed me to have autonomy and independence. Monica on the other hand seemed to enjoy the infantilism more than just the clothing. I just hoped that this wouldn’t be the norm and just a feature of our bonding day. The bowls in the sink and the pacifier back in place, we were off again to Monica’s room. “How would you feel about a nap?” She asked as she closed the door behind her. I shrugged. A nap did sound nice, and she couldn’t further baby me while sleeping. She smiled and walked over to me, squeezed my diaper, then nodded that it was in satisfactory condition and didn’t require a change at this point. I was led to the right side of her large bed, then ushered under the thick comforter. The flannel sheets were toasty warm and butter soft, making me jealous of the thin crib sheets I was sleeping on at night. The mattress seemed to swallow me as Monica tucked the blankets around me, then kissed my forehead. The fire place was flipped off and the room went dark. I expected her to climb in bed and nap with me… if she wasn’t planning on doing so, why would she put me in her bed? But she didn’t. She went into the bathroom and closed the door, then ran water into the bathtub. I laid there and listened as water sloshed and thought about leaving now that she was in the tub, but pushed the thought away. My mind had tried to convince me time and time again to run away, but there was nowhere to go. I closed my eyes and continued to mindlessly suck on the pacifier, curious if her nurturing would continue in perpetuity or if I could regain some independence once the newness of all of this wore off. “Hey, baby. Let’s get up now.” I heard her say softly. Monica was leaning over me, gently brushing the hair out of my face. I guess I fell asleep. It surprised me because I really wasn’t tired before climbing into the bed. It hit me quicker than I knew. I looked at her with surprise and regained my bearings, then started to push the heavy blankets off of me. She helped tuck them down, then pulled me up and to the side of the bed. I steadied myself for a moment, then dropped down to the warm hardwood floors. “You had a good nap, huh?” She cooed as she pulled the pacifier up and placed it at my lips. I turned my head. She smirked and dropped it back down, allowing its strap to hold it just below my rib cage. “Not a morning person or an after nap person, huh?” She giggled. I shook my head. Coffee would help. Coffee wouldn’t happen. “What about a bath?” She asked, gesturing to the bathroom. Hey, something we could agree upon. I nodded and stretched, then stifled a yawn. “I thought that would be right up your alley.” She said. I was guided into the bathroom and stood by while she twisted the faucet on the garden tub, then added a plethora of bath soaps and salts. She swirled her hand around to disperse the mixture, then turned to me and gestured me towards her. She leaned down a little and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the bloomers and tugged them down, then pulled them from under my feet. A few firm tugs at the bottom of my onesie freed it and it quickly joined the bloomers on the bathroom floor. “Gotta check.” She said quietly, then twisted my body. She pulled at the back of my diaper and peeked inside. I always thought someone squeezing my crotch to check the condition of my diaper was embarrassing, but having someone tug the diaper open and actually look was far worse. She reached both hands around, gripped the tabs, and pulled. The wet diaper fell to the ground, was balled up, and tossed aside. I stood naked now and could feel her eyes staring my body down. “What?” I asked. “Nothing, just trying to see if I can notice any changes happening yet.” She said, a little ashamed that she got caught. I gave her a few seconds more to survey me. “Anything?” I asked with more annoyance in my voice. “It’s hard to tell, but your nipples seem to be getting just a little puffy there.” She said, locking eyes on my chest. I looked down, then moved my hand quickly up to my chest. It was hard to tell, but I think she was right. They were a tiny big puffier than I remembered. Not only that, they sort of hurt when I applied pressure. Fuck. She was right. “Is that the hormones?” I asked in a near panic. “Most likely, yeah.” She answered back with a smirk. My arms dropped down and I felt like crying. Up until now, the hormone thing was just a myth. I didn’t feel much different, I didn’t notice anything physical. But now, it was almost like going though puberty again, but this time as a girl. She moved her arm up and grabbed at my wrist, then held it. She gave me a smile, one with just a bit of empathy in it, but it didn’t last long. Before I knew it, she had me soaking in the hot, fragrant water.

Thank you, that means a lot! I’ve tried to be careful not to make them too one-dimensionally evil, but I always find Mark to be more and more self serving the more I write. I don’t think he cares about anything but power… that’s more important to him than Alice, Molly, or even his money. He just wants greater and greater influence over those around him and gets mad when that power is usurped. He and Alice have more of a partnership than a marriage, much like they are working to arrange between Steve and Monica.

Thank you so much! I greatly appreciate you taking the time to let me know you’re enjoying it. I love writing it, and I love the feedback from those that are enjoying it! I took an unplanned break for a while due to a new job and unpredictable travel schedule, but things have calmed down a bit now. I’m not always in the kind of mood I need to be in to write, but now when I am, hopefully I’m able. Happy New Years!!

Chapter 25 I didn’t see Steve or Monica the next morning, nor did I see Mark or Alice. I was sure they all departed for Helena early this morning since the weather outside wasn’t looking great. There was a constant howl of wind that I could hear through the fireplace in the sitting room, where Molly and I had spent most of the morning. Once luxury of not having Alice here was we pretty much had unrestricted access to our phones, but we were both well aware that our phones were being monitored and that any correspondence with friends and family would be scrutinized harshly and would potentially put our contract payout at jeopardy. It was nice just to feel like a normal teenager though, scrolling through hours of TikTok videos and creeping on Instagram. I told Molly about what happened yesterday with Steve, and while I half expected her perverted mind to fixate on the blowjob… or partial blowjob, I guess… she didn’t. She just hugged me and assured me that everything would be okay. I believe her. Charlotte meandered around the room periodically, fidgeting and straightening up, then sitting for a few seconds before jumping back up and honing on another menial task. I think we were at the point of boredom now, complacency even. How does an 18 year old boy become complacent when dressed as a toddler, dependent on diapers, unable to change or bathe themselves, or even decide which clothes to wear? Immersion, I guess. The novelty has worn off and this was my life now. I read somewhere that you can break a habit or form a new one after 30 days, and I guess it’s really true. I was accustomed to this life now. Molly and I both turned our heads quickly when we heard the chorus to “Little Bitty Pretty One” blast at full volume from Charlotte’s phone. She walked quickly to the table where her very old iPhone blared the ringtone three or four times before she answered. “Hello?” She sang into the phone. She nodded a few times, then looked quickly to Molly and I, then nodded a few more times while darting her eyes between us. “Sure can, that’ll be just fine.” She said in a chipper tone that didn’t match her expression. My phone dimmed in my hand, then shut off. I dropped it to the floor, then pushed myself up into a sitting position on the couch as Molly did the same. We knew this phone call impacted us somehow, and were curious exactly how. “No worries, thank you.” She said, then studied her phone for a second to find the button to hang up the call. “You girls are going on a little field trip.” She said this in a flat tone, almost an ominous tone that didn’t sit well with me. She punched at her phone a little more, then started typing a message. The simulated clicking of the keys was, as the ringtone, on full blast and nearly caused me to wince with each press. Finally, after an eternity, the loud whoosh indicated that her message was sent. She placed her phone in her pocket, walked to us and collected ours, then told us to head to the nursery. Molly and I walked through the hallway and entered the large room where Emmy and Sam were both playing Mario Kart on the Nintendo Switch. It was clear that Sam was some kind of Mario Kart shark as she was lapping Emmy when we passed by. Neither of them diverted their gaze from the screen, but Emmy did let out a “fuck” under her voice as she watched Princess Peach float by on a corner. Emmy launched a green turtle shell that promptly bounced off of a wall, ricocheted, and hit herself. I wasn’t sure if they would be joining us on whatever adventure we would be embarking on, so just watched as the continued play until Charlotte walked in. By this point, Sam had crossed the finish line and she celebrated just as much as Peach did on the screen. Emmy looked more annoyed than I’d ever seen her, but shook it off quickly once she realized we were all watching. “Everything okay?” Sam asked when she noticed Charlotte, Molly, and I standing there. “Just lovely, dear. These two are going on a trip to see Mr. Steve’s new ranch.” Charlotte said with a smile. Molly and I both looked at each other with a little relief on our faces, now a little more understanding of what we were leaving for. Charlotte ushered us into the back room and motioned for Molly to get to the changing table. With minimal effort, Charlotte boosted her up and turned her, then pushed her back to a laying position. Charlotte stripped off the pajama bottoms that Molly was wearing and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper, then undid the tapes on the diaper and pulled it from beneath her. Charlotte balled the diaper up, secured it with the tapes, and tossed it into the bin next to her. Even after all of this time, even after all of our escapades together, I still found myself awkwardly peeking at Molly as she awaited her clean diaper. Charlotte pulled said diaper from the stack below the table which seems to have been replenished this morning already, then unfolded and fluffed it before placing the back of the diaper at Molly’s butt. A little lift and it was now at her lower back. Charlotte brought it up between Molly’s parted legs and secured it tightly with the tabs. Molly sat and spun around on the table so her legs were dangling, then lifted her arms above her head as Charlotte pulled the nightshirt over her and tossed it to join the pants. Molly shimmied from the table and stood next to me. I followed suit and was soon clad in only an infantile diaper as well as we awaited Charlotte’s instruction on clothing. We were soon both dressed in thick tights and a tunic top that looked a little older than we were accustomed to. The tights did very little to conceal our diapers, but the top fortunately dropped low enough to cover us the rest of the way. Charlotte pulled wool socks on us both, then led us to back to the sitting room where heavy coats, snow pants, and boots awaited. Tim, our driver from when we got here, was standing at the ready wearing a serious look on his face. He was dressed in all black and looked more like a mob driver than someone that would be driving Molly and I around. “The car is pretty warm in the garage, so if you want to hold off on the snow gear, we can toss it in the back.” He said, but still motioned for us to put on the snow boots. Charlotte assisted us with the footwear as Tim carried the light gray snow gear to the back of the black Suburban, then came in to retrieve us from Charlotte. I was thankful to the safely in the large SUV as the garage door opened and saw the near blizzard that awaited us beyond the refuge of the mansion. Tim took it slow the entire way out to the main highway, which took much longer than it did on the way in. Fortunately the main road was pretty clear and Tim settled in behind a snow plow for the drive back toward the airport. Molly and I were silent the entire time, both taking in the views that surrounded us. I was thankful that I didn’t decide to try and run away yesterday because Alice was right, I would be dead within minutes of weather hitting me. Tim maintained his hands at ten and two on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road. I could see the death grip he had on the steering wheel and wondered why we needed to do this trip today or all days. Fortunately the weather improved as we moved away from the mountain and soon Tim was passing the plow in the fast lane. There was just a little sliver of sunshine on the horizon as the clouds broke a tiny amount. The road we were on would take us directly to the airport in town, but we veered right at an intersection just before we made it there. A short drive from there took us to a gated entrance on a snow covered road. Tim pulled the SUV near the gate, then stopped and waited. There was no call box that I could see, only large stone pillars on either side of us and a wooden crossbar overtop of the closed timber frame gate. ‘Sinaani’ was painted on an old beam hanging down from the crossbeam. “What’s that mean?” I asked Tim, pointing up to the sign. “Ugh… I’m not sure.” He said as he looked at the gate, then grabbed his phone from the console. He tapped for a moment, the smiled and looked at me in the mirror. “The edge… I guess like the edge of the world. Probably fitting.” He said. “Not creepy at all.” Molly added. A moment later, the gates began to slowly open inward. Tim waited for a moment, then released the brake and drove slowly past them. He creeped down the long driveway, carefully following the tracks that another vehicle had left recently in front of us. Dense trees obscured any view we had, but there were gas lamps every few hundred feet that flickered warmly in their glass casing against the icy air. We finally rounded a patch of trees and came upon a clearing, then went up a steep grade and arrived at a timber and glass house overlooking miles and miles of the valley. There was another matching SUV parked in front of the house, directly under a covered circle driveway leading to the front door. Tim circled our car behind the other, then shut off the engine. He stepped from the car and rounded the front, then opened my door and gestured for Molly and I to exit. We carefully dropped onto the snow covered ground, then walked toward the front door. Tim moved past us and pushed hard at the wood and glass door, then moved us inside. “Hello!” I heard Alice yell from another room. I looked around the large entryway to the house and was impressed by the sheer scale. The house didn’t look that large from the outside, but the combination of high ceilings and massive windows made it seem much larger. Steve rounded a corner with Monica quickly in tow. He smiled broadly as we welcomed us and gestured for us to come with him. “You’re gonna love this, honey.” He said to me as he welcomed me into his arms. His scent was always so intoxicating. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but it was so masculine and woodsy, but not at all harsh. “Just look around.” He said with excitement. The place was like something out of a magazine. It wasn’t as large as the house back home, but the floor plan was much more open. He took us to the massive kitchen, where I had a feeling he would begin the tour, and told us all about the upgraded appliances granite countertops sourced from the ranch. He was right, it was spectacular. There was no furniture in the house at all, so it was hard to imagine living here, but what it lacked in accommodation, it made up for in spectacular views. From the kitchen there was a view that, on a clear day, could probably see right into Canada. If you looked out the front, I had no doubt that you could see Mark and Alice’s mansion on the mountain side. “This way next.” Steve said excitedly, nearly pushing me out of the kitchen by the shoulders. We made our way through the large sitting room with a fireplace that stretched from floor to ceiling and entered a large room with double doors. Alice and Mark were both standing in this room, pointing around and imagining furniture placement. Both smiled with Molly and I entered. Alice stretched out her arms and Molly walked over to her, then smiled as Alice lovingly embraced her. “What do you think?” Alice asked. “It’s great.” Molly said, trying to seem excited. I nodded with the same enthusiasm when Alice’s eyes met mine. “You girls are going to have a lot of fun here.” She said through a smile. Mark nodded and placed his hand on Molly’s shoulder before turning and exiting the room. “Wanna see your room?” Monica said from out of nowhere. I can’t say I was surprised by her question. Of course I would need a room of my own, who wouldn’t. But the way she said it made it seem like I would be welcome in this room once we moved in. I was probably overreacting, but it rubbed me the wrong way. I nodded and was led by Steve. Just down the hall was a single door that opened into another room with floor to ceiling windows. There wasn’t much special about the room, it was a decent size, but pretty much just a square room with a bathroom and closet. The view was, just as every other room, other worldly. “Think this’ll do?” Steve asked, hopefully. “It’s wonderful.” I said. “And I’m just next door.” Monica added. We walked to the room next door next, which was about double the size and had a beautiful bathroom with a claw foot tub that sat out on a ledge, encased with glass on three sides. She grinned from ear to ear as she told us how she’d arrange her furniture. We walked around the house for a few minutes more, but other than the few bedrooms, kitchen, and large living room, there wasn’t much more. Unlike Steve’s house now, there wouldn’t be a plethora of locked doors to hide stuff behind, which was a little concerning. “So, are you gonna go forward?” Mark asked Steve as we all assembled back near the front entry. “I think so. It’s got everything I was hoping for.” Steve responded with another look around. “Great, I‘ll make the call on the way back.” Mark responded, then turned and pulled at the front door. I started walking back to the SUV Molly and I arrived in, but Steve’s hand gripped at my upper arm and directed me to the other one in front. Mark, Alice, and Molly walked past me and joined Tim in that car while Steve, Monica, and I got in the car with Nick. Steve motioned for Monica to sit in the front seat while he and I took the back. I scooted across the right sided captains chair and took my seat behind Nick. We meandered back down the driveway, then to the main road. “What are your thoughts really?” Steve asked once we got up to speed on the highway. “It’s very nice!” I said with a little too much enthusiasm. “I haven’t known you for a long time, Addy, but I know you enough to know when you’re not being truthful.” He said with a concerned look on his face. I paused and weighed my response options, but couldn’t come up with anything too convincing in time. “It’s a lot.” I said. “The house?” He asked. “No… the house IS great. Everything is just a lot.” I said with a nervous laugh. He nodded subtly, but didn’t respond right away. “Are you having doubts?” Monica asked as she pivoted around in the front seat. I shook my head, but avoided eye contact with both of them. “If you don’t use your words, it won’t get any better.” Steve said as he reached his hand out and took mine in his. I took a deep breath and committed to myself that I wouldn’t cry. “I guess I didn’t really realize that all of this would be permanent, you know? I guess when we were back home there was always like this safety net of being able to…” I started. “Run away?” Steve interjected. “No!” I said sharply. “Have an identity.” He nodded his head. “It’s just that… all of this is… well, I’m completely different that I used to be, than how I was.” I started, but quickly found that I was having trouble forming the words I wanted. “I guess moving here for good seems like it is going to erase that last little bit of identity I had left.” Monica looked from me to Steve quickly, a look of empathy and concern on her face. “I can understand that, baby.” He said softly. We were quiet for a few seconds, enough time to make me wonder how many weird conversations Nick and Tim have been a part of during their driving duties for Mark and Alice. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Is this a deal breaker for you?” He asked with a little trepidation in his voice. I shook my head without really even formulating an answer. “It’s not a deal breaker, I’m not saying I won’t. It’s just… you know. A concern. I don’t know what there is to do to help.” I responded. I could start to see that the winter weather was engulfing us again as we started our climb back up the mountain. “It’s just…” I started. “It’s like you’ll both have this new and exciting stuff going on. I mean, CEO of a company, Jesus. That’s huge and exciting. Do I just like, hang around the house all day while you all are gone? I’m sure you’re going to be on the road a lot. I’m just not sure where I fit in.” “Well, you’ll…” Monica started, but Steve waved his hand at her to stop her from talking. “You fit with me. Right where you have been fitting, that doesn’t change.” He said, trying to reassure me. “It just feels like it has lately.” I said. “I know, and I’m sorry for that. We’re working on getting to our new normal and then everything is going to be fine.” He said with a tone of optimism. I nodded and looked back at the large snowflakes flying past my window. “Will you try it and see?” He asked. “What if it doesn’t?” I replied. He sighed a little, indicating the answer would be that I returned home. “Can I interject?” Monica asked forcefully. We both looked at her, a little surprised. “The biggest issue you’ve had since we got here was your inability to spend time together like you had been doing. Then, when you finally get the opportunity, I barge in and ruin the moment.” She said, correctly. She paused and studied our reaction, then seeing that she was on the right track, continued. “My job in all of this is to make sure YOU have everything you need to be a successful CEO and it’s pretty damn clear that she’s a very large part of that.” She said to Steve before turning her attention to me. “And it’s imperative for him to be happy, that you’ve got to be happy as well. So here’s what we’re going to do, you two. First, you’re both going to spend quality time together every day alone. It’ll be scheduled on your calendar in the evenings. If you’re traveling, we’ll increase the time when you aren’t. Second, I’m going to see if Molly can stay with us for a little while after we move in. Maybe that’ll make the transition easier and more comfortable. Deal?” I looked at Steve, our eyes exchanging surprise at the pointed instructions we’d received, then both nodded. “Wonderful.” She said triumphant, then turned and faced forward. I smiled a little at her forcefulness and how caught off guard Steve was, but knew that someone like her was going to be important for his continued success. “Oh…” She said, spinning around again in her seat and locking eyes with me. “ When we get back, please finish what you started yesterday, because while he’s been a big ball of sunshine for you, he’s been grumpy for everyone else.” I nearly gasped at her when she said it, but strangely found the butterflies coming back to me. I was used to Steve asking or telling me what he wanted me to do, but coming from her was a bit strange and a shift in the dynamic that I didn’t expect. Steve chucked at her instruction, but only raised his eyebrow when I looked at him with bashful surprise. It was nearly dark by the time we made it back to the mansion. A warm fire greeted us in the living room when we entered from the garage, and the others were sitting around it talking. Emmy and Sam looked up with excitement when Molly and I walked through the door, curious about our adventures. Charlotte, Kathy, and Dan also turned their attention to Mark, Alice, Steve, and Monica as they entered behind us and greeted them warmly. Before any pleasantries could be exchanged, Charlotte waved us all into the dining room for dinner. The setting wasn’t as extravagant as yesterday’s meal, but smelled wonderful. “I thought today we could go with something a little more… well… normal.” Charlotte said as she pulled a cart from the kitchen. Our plates were filled with turkey and stuffing, corn, green beans, and freshly baked dinner rolls. I pigged out and commented to her that Thanksgiving food was always some of my favorite, earning a large smile in return. “Well, look who’s awake!” Alice said as she looked beyond Molly and I. I turned, as did the others, to see Matty walking up to the table in sweat pants and a shirt. He looked tired and his hair was a mess. I could see relief in Emmy’s face when she watched as he meandered closer to the table, then took a seat next to her. “Are you okay? Where were you?” She asked quietly to him. He didn’t respond to her, but only because he was working on pulling a bite of stuffing toward his mouth. “I guess this’ll be a good time to announce?” Dan asked Alice. She nodded. “Matty… er, uh… Matthew has gone through a pretty big change.” Dan said, looking at the boy with pride. Matty looked up awkwardly at the others, while Emmy’s look of concern only grew. “We’ve decided that Matthew will be transitioning from little to middle, effective… well, yesterday.” Dan chuckled. Matthew smiled a little, awkwardly accepting praise from the adults while we looked at him with confusion. “What’s that mean?” Emmy blurted. Alice looked at her with some annoyance on her face, but didn’t speak. “Well, honey. It means that Matthew is going to help out with some of the business ventures that OLS has, and therefore has earned some privileges in return.” Dan answered. “Like what?” Emmy asked, fearful that she would be losing her companion in this. Dan didn’t answer her. The others again congratulated Matthew, even toasting to his transition. When dinner was cleared, we were dismissed by Charlotte back to the nursery. Emmy watched Matthew carefully, waiting for him to walk with us. He didn’t right away, but ended up standing, whispering to Dan, then followed us. “What the fuck is going on?” Emmy commanded once we were all behind the closed door. “I don’t know.” Matthew said quickly. “They told me yesterday that they needed my help with things, told me they needed me to do some computer stuff for the website. Next thing I know, Dan is saying there are going to be changes for me coming soon. Alice gives me a pill yesterday morning and next thing I know, I’m waking up and you all are eating dinner.” Emmy looked at him with skepticism. “Swear it. I wake up and the chastity cage is gone. My pull-up was wet so I went to get a new one and there aren’t any there. Just regular underwear.” He said. The rest of us stayed quiet during their conversation. I felt bad for Emmy, she was being left behind while Matt gained his newfound freedom, but more so I was jealous of Matt for not having his chastity cage on anymore. “I’m not going anywhere though, it’s okay.” He tried to assure Emmy as tears welled in her eyes. This did little to comfort her. The door opened to the nursery, startling us all. “Oh, heavens… a rooster in the chicken coop.” Charlotte teased as she barged in. No one laughed. She looked annoyed that her joke didn’t land. “Out with ya.” She told Matt, gesturing to the door. “The ladies need a change.” Matt left without saying anything else while Emmy sobbed. “Oh, my dear. It’s okay. He’s still the same boy he’s been this entire time, just a little more grown up now.” Charlotte said to Emmy in an attempt to console her. One by one our diapers were changed and we were dressed in footie pajamas adorned with Disney Princesses. Mine was yellow and white, adorned with Belle from Beauty and the Beast. “Right then. You’re all welcome to come to the sitting room, or you can stay here. Addy, you come with me.” Charlotte said to the four of us. I was led back to Steve’s room, no doubt being summoned to finish what I had started. I wasn’t really in the mood at this point. While I always teetered on the verge of being horny, Matthew’s news and Emmy’s response had drained all appreciable sexual energy from me. I expected Steve to greet me at the door, but was instead ushered in by Monica. She closed and locked the door behind us, then squeezed me in a quick hug. “What’s up?” I asked her once she broke it off. “You and I are gonna have a little girl time.” She said with a smile. “What’s that mean?” I asked, confused. “Well, I want to talk to you and clear up some questions you might have.” She said as she guided me to the chair. Much like Steve did the day before, she guided me to her knee once she sat down. “I know some of your concern is because I’m here. I know you don’t know what to expect from me and that’s not fair, nor is it allowing you to feel comfortable.” She said. I sat on her lap turned toward her, but looked down. “I told you what my responsibility for Steve was, I need to make sure he has everything he needs to be successful. I also need to make sure you and I are happy and supportive. Steve adores you and you provide things to him that nobody else does. He lights up when you’re around. One of his biggest fears is you wanting to leave, or just you being unhappy.” She carried on. I nodded subtly as she spoke, curious where she was going with this. “So… just as I’m here to help him, I’m here to help you.” She said. I made eye contact with her. “How so?” I asked, confused. “By letting you become the little girl that I know he wants you to be, and by allowing you to become the girl that I know deep down you want to be.” She said with confidence. I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering how she could so badly read my wants. “Oh, please. If you didn’t want any of this, you would have bolted long ago. Money or no money, you would have been gone.” She said firmly. I thought about arguing with her, but knew that not only would it not lead anywhere, but would likely poorly for me. “So… to achieve those goals, you and I need to have a great relationship. You need to be as open with me as you are with anyone else. You and I can’t have walls between us, so we’re both going to have to try hard to break them down.” “How?” I asked. “Well, for starters, I’m going to take over most of the responsibilities from Charlotte for you. I’ll be the one changing you, bathing you, dressing you… all of the things you need. Those are on me now.” She said firmly. I didn’t respond, but didn’t really care much since she had already changed me once and by this point, my modesty was all but gone. “Alice told me that her and Molly really started knocking down barriers when she began breastfeeding her, so we’re going to start that as well. Morning and night, you and I will have a 15 minute session alone for you to nurse.” She said, with a little less confidence this time. I could feel my heart rate rise, but not out of excitement. I had no desire to breastfeed from her, nor from anyone else. But before I could respond, her confidence came back and the look on her face let me know to be quiet. “Lastly, as you were aware in the past, a sexually frustrated man isn’t as effective as a satisfied man. Steve has desires that need to be taken care of, and that’s going to be your responsibility. Now, what I need to help you with is making sure that you’re getting your own satisfaction from it. Most men couldn’t care less about your sexual needs so long as he’s getting his met, but I don’t want you feeling left out.” She said, a smile gently forming on her face. I looked at her with concern, but deep down it felt nice knowing that she was going to be looking out for me in that department. After all, I haven’t had an orgasm in quite some time and, even though I didn’t expect one each time Steve and I were together, it felt nice knowing that there was a chance. “Approved?” Monica asked me, snapping me out of my distant thought. It’s not like I stood much of a choice in the matter, so shrugged my shoulders a little and nodded. This cast a large smile on her face, then she pulled me in for a hug. “Starting tomorrow, things are gonna get better.” She whispered to me. She helped me off of her lap and walked us both to the door, then back in to the sitting room to join everyone else. The men were at the dining table playing cards and drinking brown liquor while the women were on the couch near the fire talking. I joined Molly, Emmy, and Sam on the couch in the middle of the room. There was a look of concern on all of their faces, but not directed at me. Molly filled me in on what she had told me back when I was new to this, about the hierarchy of littles, middles, and adults… the news of which seeming to not sit well with Emmy who realized that Matthew was going to have significant authority over her from now on. Molly, seeming to regret ever having the conversation, tried to reassure her that things would be fine, but unlike me, Emmy didn’t believe her. We sat mostly quiet while the men laughed and carried on, the Bourbon seeming as endless as the noise. Matthew was seated at the table which them, with a drink in hand, but seemed much more cautious on sipping it down. He looked somewhat uncomfortable to be sitting with them, and would glance over at us every once in a while with envy that we were all still together while he was isolated with men that didn’t see him as their equal. Dan and Mark loudly proclaimed how proud of him they were, but it only drew a hollow smile. “Gotta feel good to have that thing off your dick, eh?” Mark said in what should have been a whisper but came out as a roar. Matt chuckled and nodded. “That’s right, my boy.” Dan said as he clapped hard on Matt’s back causing him to spill some of the drink to the table. “You know, Dan, you should arrange a little celebration for him, if you know what I mean.” Mark stammered. I could see Steve laughing along, his red nose letting me know that he was deep in the bourbon as well. “God damn it, you’re right. Maybe we’re all due, huh?” Dan roared as he pounded his fist to the table. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach and could see from the others that they were listening to the conversation as well. Molly and Emmy looked concerned, while Sam wore a look of relief since the ‘daddy’ she had was nowhere to be found, likely still hiding in the bedroom. “The boy first, though.” Mark said back with surprising sobriety. Matt’s face grew with worry as he connected the dots on what was happening. Mark looked over toward us, then motioned for Emmy to come to the table. I could see a look of panic on her face when he did so. She walked carefully towards him, but stopped well outside of arms reach. “Hello, dear.” He said in a low voice. She tried to smile, but it only lasted a split second. “You must be so proud of Matt here, huh?” He asked as he leaned almost too far over. She nodded, then made eye contact with Matt, causing him to look away. “How long do you think it’s been since he’s… well. You know.” Mark asked. She shrugged her shoulders. “Would you mind helping him out?” Mark asked. “That is, if it’s okay with you?” I could see Emmy process the request in her mind and search for the right answer. Like us all, we knew what we were responsible for here, and while it wasn’t something we were all overly excited to do, we all knew it was expected. Emmy nodded with a ‘let’s get this over with’ shrug, then waited for Matt to respond. The women must have caught wind of the conversation because before Matt could respond, Alice was crossing the room with a glass of red wine clutched in her hand. She moved to Emmy’s side and put her arm around her, gently moving her back a step. “How about you all sober up and we can discuss this in the morning.” Alice said. Mark looked from Emmy to Alice for a moment, then shrugged his shoulder in concession. “Sure, whatever.” He said. Alice started to guide Emmy away from the table, but Emmy stopped her. “Matthew isn’t drunk. If that’s what he wants, I’ll do it.” She said loud enough for all of us to hear. She had a look of determination on her face, she was going to make Matt choose, not allow them to make the call for him. “I think we better…” Alice started, but Emmy cut in. “If he wants it, I will.” She looked Matt directly in the eyes and waited for his answer. Matt looked at her with concern, knowing full well that she was posing this as a challenge to him. Her plan backfired when Matt nodded his head, he was game. Emmy huffed and rolled her eyes when her bluff was called, while the men laughed and again slapped Matt on the back causing him to again spill his drink on the table. “Fine. But not here.” Emmy said sternly. I’ve never seen a girl dressed in baby-blue Cinderella footie pajamas with a fairly obvious diaper bulge speak with such authority. Alice shrugged and backed away from Emmy and moved to rejoin the other women on the couch. Although she failed, I appreciated that she tried to step in and police the situation. Matt pushed his chair from the table and stood, then walked around and reached out his hand. Emmy extended hers and followed him down the hallway. Molly, Sam, and I looked at each other with surprise on our faces. “Well, she knew it was going to happen eventually, I guess at least she got to decide when.” Molly said, trying to find the light in the situation. We sat there for a while longer, Molly and I hoping that Steve and Mark wouldn’t suddenly decide that it was their turn. The conversations shifted at the poker table to something sports related, causing the three of them to grow even louder as they debated the best college football team of the 1990s. They carried on for at least 20 minutes, then all agreed that they weren’t going to agree. Ever. When the conversation abruptly stopped, I looked up. Emmy walked into the room, strutted over to the seat that Matt was in, picked up his drink, and finished it in one shot. This caused a huge uproar of laughter from the table, all of them doubling over in amusement. Emmy walked out of the room toward the nursery with a grin after slamming the glass on the table. Molly and I quickly followed her with Sam in tow. “What the fuck?” I asked her as the door closed behind us. “What happened?” Molly asked in unison. Emmy sat and looked at us with a giddy look on her face. “I gave him the best fucking head of his life.” She said smugly. “I sucked his soul out of his body. He literally almost passed out and told me he was sensitive and to slow down. I didn’t. He probably came in two minutes, if that. I massaged his balls and everything, got every fucking drop out of him. Then… I stood up and spit his cum all over him. It got everywhere, all over his clothes, his face. Everywhere.” She was nearly crying from laughing so hard at this point. “Then… then…” She started as she tried to catch her breath, “I told him that if he ever tries make me do this again, I’d bite it off.” “No fucking way!” Molly laughed, rolling backward onto the couch. “Really?” Sam said with an air of concern. “No, not really. I don’t fucking care to do it, I like doing it, but not if he’s going to expect it.” Emmy laughed, finding humor in Sam’s concern. We collected our composure and finally calmed down a few minutes later, just in time to see the door open slowly. Matt moved in and closed the door behind him. Emmy’s face went from one of elation to one of fear. He was in different clothes than he was before, and looked to have just showered. He took a few deep breaths and looked intensely at Emmy. I waited for a shouting match, or for him to charge her and wondered if we would be able to stop him from landing blows. But, interestingly, his intense look softened and his lips curled up a bit. “Well played, you bitch.” He said. This caused both of them to start hysterically laughing again. I can’t believe how solid their relationship was for that to be his reaction, and could completely understand why she was so concerned to lose him. He snuck out and made his way back to the sitting room, where I could faintly hear roars of laughter from the men still hunkered at the card table. I think all of Emmy’s concern washed away in that moment. Not long after, the women entered the room to help get us ready for bed. Monica walked over to me and grabbed my hand, then led me to the changing table. I had to help a little, she didn’t quite have the upper body strength that Steve or Charlotte had. She unzipped my pajamas and fished my legs out, then bunched them up under my back and tugged on the tabs of the diaper. I was still relatively dry, it hadn’t been that long since the last change, but stayed quiet and let her do her thing. She was gentle and carefully wiped me down with a warm baby wipe, then unfolded a new diaper and slid it under me. She applied a little bit of baby lotion to her hands and carefully massaged it into my skin, lingering a little longer around the cage than anywhere else. My breath deepened at her soft touch, a small whimper escaping my throat which caused her to repeat the movement with her hands. My body jolted from her touch, but within seconds, I felt the diaper being pulled up and tightly taped into place. She put the pajamas back on me without a word, then helped me back to the floor. We rejoined the others in the larger room. Molly was situated on Alice’s lap quietly sucking on her breast while Emmy and Sam were both drinking from inverted bottles held by Kathy and Charlotte. Monica led me to the couch next to Alice, then pulled me to her lap. She picked up a bottle of milk and guided it into my mouth. It was different than normal and took me a second to place what I was drinking, having immediate flashbacks to Alice holding her nipple in my mouth. Monica noticed my realization and smiled a soft smile. “I made it just for you.” She said quietly. I won’t say I’m a fan of breast milk, not nearly to the point that Molly is, but I’m also not a fan of regular milk. I drank the bottle as quick as the nipple would allow, ready for it to be gone. Monica looked proud of herself and I when the squeak of air going through the nipple happened. “Someone was hungry, huh?” She cooed. I didn’t say anything, just sat up and waited for our bonding moment to be over. Fortunately the others finished nearly at the same time and soon we were all tucked into our cribs and the bars raised. Monica kissed my forehead, which admittedly felt nice, then told me how excited for our new chapter to begin. The lights flicked off when Charlotte left the room and we were all left in the pitch blackness, only the occasional squeak of a crib or rustle of a diaper to sing us to sleep.

Thanks! It’s funny that I start writing with a plan, but it seems like the characters sort of take on a mind of their. Originally, Steve was sort of the white knight character and Molly was supposed to be a bratty girl that loved torturing Addy, sort of like Alice has become. The more I wrote, the more their personalities started to come out. Steve has so much in his life and I think it’s a struggle to keep Adam where he originally intended. You’re pretty spot-on with the pet analogy… it’s like a puppy you get a kid for Christmas. They're super excited for a while, but eventually the novelty wears off and it’s up to someone else to do the hard parts. There is definitely some Stockholm Syndrome going on. Adam doesn’t really know what love is, not reciprocated love at least. He loves Steve because he’s in such a wild place at this point, all at the behest of Steve, therefore Steve must love him as well, right?

Chapter 24 “Alright, sleepy one… I think that’s long enough.” The chipper voice was like nails on a chalkboard pulling me from the deep recesses of slumber, out from a deep, unmemorable dream world that I longed to be back in. There was a thunk that shook me more awake as Charlotte pulled the side of the crib down, then lost her grip on it sending it crashing down. She gasped, then quickly apologized. “These things are getting too heavy for my old arms.” She murmured as she placed her hand on my upper arm and pulled with considerable strength. I shimmied from the springy mattress and dropped the final few inches to get my feet onto the floor, then steadied myself. The diaper was significantly wetter than it usually was when I woke up, almost to the point that it felt close to leaking. Charlotte guided me to the changing table then helped to hoist me up. The diaper did leak a little as I put my full weight on my butt, I could feel it pressing out onto the fabric of the onesie. It felt gross and I appreciated that Steve had been so attentive in the past to make sure they didn’t get this full. I laid back and stared at the ceiling as the onesie was unsnapped and pushed away, then felt the cool air hit my clammy skin as she pulled the diaper away. There was a sizable thud from the wastebasket as the rolled up diaper joined the others. “What time is it?” I asked, groggily. “Nearly noon, you lazy bum.” She answered with a jolly laugh. “Oh. Where is everyone else? Why didn’t anyone get me?” I asked, very confused how I slept that long. “Matty is out with the men in town. The other girls are watching a movie in the theater room. Christmas movies, I think.” She said as she used baby wipes to cleanse my damp skin. “Ms. Monica decided to give you a little something extra so Alice could make adjustments to your hormone implant while you were sleeping.” “She what?” I asked with significant concern and confusion. “It’s nothing, dear. Just a wave of a wand and it a few small pokes and it was done.” She answered matter-of-factly as she tossed the wipes to join the diaper. “It’s… it’s… it isn’t that. What did she change? What did she do?” I frantically cried out. “Oh, stop now.” She said as she gave a small swat to my inner thigh. “You knew it would be done. Alice said she and Steve discussed it with you.” I felt my face get hot and tears stream from my eyes as Charlotte ignored my protests. Without another word she pulled a new diaper out, fluffed it, and slid it under my butt. I waited for the diaper to get taped into place, but the longer than usual pause caught my attention. I panicked again when I noticed she had something in her hand, and while a took a second to register exactly what it was, I knew from the deviation from the norm that I wouldn’t like it. She sensed my protest before my vocal cords could even react to the realization and quickly contorted her face in a threatening manner. “Don’t think about it.” She said firmly. My throat finally unlocked and pushed out a groan as she brought a small enema bulb into view. “You can stay in here until you’re ready, the others won’t be joining you for a little while.” She attempted to say reassuringly, but it offered no comfort at all. She didn’t hesitate to hear my protest, and within a few seconds I could feel the cool lubrication from the small tube make contact with my hole, then easily advance without pause. She squeezed firmly on the bottle, slowly emptying it’s contents into me as I silently protested. “Can I please just use the bathroom? Please?” I pleaded as she finished with the contents of the bottle, tossing to to also join the discarded diaper and wipes. “No.” She said flatly as she pulled the diaper up and taped it snugly into place. She pulled me up into a sitting position and removed the onesie. I backed away from her as the urine-soaked fabric moved up my back, then hit my cheek as she removed it, garnering another quick slap to my thigh and a warning to stay still. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, fortunately it was dry. “There we go.” She sang as she pulled me from the table, dressed in only the diaper. I stood and waited for clothes, but it became apparent that she had no intention of offering any. “We’re going to be doing this twice, dear. It’ll be much easier on both of us if you just cooperate and let nature take it’s course, okay? Don’t fight it. They always fight it the first few times and it never works. Just let it happen.” She wasn’t wrong. Of course I tried to fight it. I pleaded over and over that she let me use the bathroom, that this was senseless and gross for both of us. I cried. Within 10 minutes, I was defeated. She never even scrunched her nose as she cleaned me up and did the second enema. The process repeated, but without protest this time. I had already been defeated and humiliated beyond words, so what good would more words do now. I stood there against the wall and cried as I succumbed to cyclical waves of cramping. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She said with a laugh as she finished cleaning from the second round. I didn’t dignify a response. “Alright, now the next part may be a little more uncomfortable but Mr. Steve asked for it himself, so I don’t want any sass. Understood?” She said as she placed what would be the fourth diaper of the day under my butt. I looked at her with concern that whatever she was about to do was, in her mind, more of a concern that being forced to mess myself twice in a row. She wasn’t far off. I tried to move away from her, but her left hand pressed firmly on my chest. “You need to relax for this or it’s going to be much worse.” She said with caution as she lined a butt plug up with my sore bottom. I yelped loudly as the liberally lubricated purple bulbous plug made contact. She waited just a moment, then pushed with firm pressure as she slowly twisted the plug. The muscles burned as the plug advanced, their protest being no match for the lubricated intruder moving past. “Owe, owe, owe…” I cried as I gasped. “Calm.” She said back. It felt like it would never end, that the plug was as wide as a traffic cone, but she kept pushing and twisting. Eventually my muscles resigned to their fate and gave in. The plug quickly advanced past them and seated firmly in place, my body then seeming to suck it in. I felt the flanged base nestle close to my body and sighed as the pain all but vanished. “There we go.” She said proudly as she massaged the base into place. A quick drag with a baby wipe satisfied her that her mission was complete and she pulled the new diaper up and taped it tightly into place. My hole kept contracting against the plug, fighting the unwelcome intruder, but eventually just accepted it. I winced as she pulled me up into a seated position again as my weight pushed the plug deeper into me. Fortunately it didn’t hurt anymore, but it was a sensation that would take some getting used too, and I had a feeling I would have ample opportunity to do just that. I stood next to the table clad in just the diaper and hoped, even though I knew it would be something super girly, that she would allow me to get dressed this time. Somehow it was significantly more humiliating to wear just a diaper than it was to wear a frilly dress or even a onesie. There was at lease some protection against the outside world that way. I was and wasn’t disappointed when she came back to me with a sleeveless pink dress with purple ruffles on the skirt. She pulled it over my head and fluffed it into position, then offered tights. I accepted and stepped into the white, moderately thick leggings that she wrestled over the bulky diaper. She then walked me over to a mirror in the play room and brushed my hair back and forced it into a ponytail. I was surprised that it was long enough to stay in one, but it did. She was satisfied when the headband completed my outfit and gave me an approving, proud nod. “You’re beautiful.” She chirped. I couldn’t help but smile just a little… the affirmation felt nice. The walk to the atrium was awkward and uncomfortable as my body tried to get used to the plug. About halfway there the flange finally settled into a decent spot that allowed me to walk almost like normal, but there was no denying that there was a little bit of awkwardness to my stride. “Hello.” Alice said as I rounded the corner to the large room. She was seated on the couch across from Monica, who also turned and greeted me with her beaming smile. I didn’t react. Charlotte guided me over to the couch next to Monica, then gestured for me to sit. I did so carefully. This caused Alice to smirk as she watched me adjust to the new sensation present in my bottom. “So… did you know that Ambien works a little too well on you?” Alice said with a chuckle. “You drugged me with Ambien?” I asked with a flat voice. “No, I prescribed you Ambien that was dosed appropriately, and given in accordance with your prescription. I just didn’t know you would be so sensitive to it.” Alice corrected. I didn’t say anything, but looked to the ground. “Oh, it’s not that bad. You should feel well rested and now that we changed the rates on the hormone pump, we shouldn’t have to do it again for quite a while.” She said as she shifted to the edge of the couch, no doubt anticipating that this would cause a dramatic reaction from me. “What rates?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. “Estrogen and progesterone, and a tiny amount of androgen blocker.” She said with a satisfied smile. “Why? Why do that?” I asked, again knowing the answer. “Well, it seems to me that if you’re just wondering that, you’re about a little late. We introduced those hormones to you in a very low dose when we gave you the implant, but we’re moving you to a maintenance dose now.” She responded with chilling calmness. “No, I know that. But why? Why are you doing it?” I asked as I began to get worked up. “Because Steve asked for it and you agreed to it.” She said quickly and sharply. “You said you wouldn’t do anything that…” I started before she cut me off. “I’m working very hard to give you what you and Steve both said you wanted. And you’ll get it. Both of you.” She said. My face was burning hot by this point, I wanted to turn and run but knew there was no point. I had been manipulated and I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. “Turn it off.” I said weakly. She didn’t respond. “Please make it stop. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t… I’m… I withdrawal my consent.” I pushed out without looking up at her. “Consent is not yours to withdrawal anymore. We’re past that.” She said sharply. “I want to leave. I want to go now, I don’t want to be here anymore.” I nearly yelled, my voice shaking almost as hard as my body was. “You want to leave?” She sarcastically laughed. “Go for it. It’s about thirty miles to the nearest… well, anything. Enjoy your walk… I think the high this week is about ten degrees. Oh, and enjoy spending the rest of your without bladder control, because without me, it’s permanent. Oh, while we’re at it… enjoy all of the hormones slowly transitioning you into a girl because without me… you guessed it, that’s permanent as well. So go right on and head out, it’s gonna be a rough life for you without us. Assuming you even make it past the walk.” I tried to not lose it, but I failed. The waterworks kicked into high gear and my throat seized up. I turned to the side of the couch and sank down, unable to catch my breath but yelped when the plug twisted and pinched at my skin. I’m not sure how long I cried for, but eventually I heard her voice again. “I think someone needs to go take a nap.” Alice said in a low voice, I assume to Monica. “The hormones, the Ambien… oh, and she hasn’t had any breakfast yet. Plus the butt plug… its probably taking some getting used too.” “Yeah.” Monica added quietly. “I’ll… I should take her.” “Yes. Please.” Alice said, the seething smile in her voice audible. Monica’s soft hands squeezed my right hand and pulled lightly. I passively resisted moving, but didn’t fight her. I knew going with her would be better than staying with Alice, but didn’t have the mental or physical energy to move. She tugged a little harder and squeezed a bit tighter. “Come on, honey.” She whispered. I stood without looking at Alice. I thought again about running, then pushed it out of my mind. I thought about jumping into the fire place, but pushed that quickly out of my mind as well. I silently followed Monica as she guided me out of the room by my hand. I was careful with how I moved my legs, it seemed that some of the lubricant had dried up now and the tacky rubbery surface of the plug was becoming uncomfortable. She led me into the kitchen, then toward a stool at the large warm granite island in the middle. “Easy up now.” She said softly. She pulled the tall chair out and helped me up, easing me down onto the seat with care. Fortunately sitting more gently kept any shooting pains at bay, even with the harder cushion. “Do you like eggs? I can make you some eggs… we still have bacon left over from breakfast and I think there may be a biscuit or two left. Will that be okay?” She asked as she rounded the island and turned the sink on to wash her hands. I didn’t acknowledge her question, nor was I intending on answering, but my mind jumped when she mentioned food. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now, but now that she mentioned it, my stomach felt like it was digesting itself. She stood for a few more seconds, then turned and opened the refrigerator and pulled out the clear carton of Egglands Best and ignited the gas range. My head sank into my hands even deeper as I weighed whatever options I could think of. The symphony of cooking put my mind at ease a little, it felt like being back in Steve’s kitchen. It sort of felt safe again. I turned my eyes up slightly and made inadvertent eye contact with Monica as she sliced a pat of butter from the yellow rectangle in front of her. She smiled. I looked away. “It wouldn’t be fair for me to say I understand what you’re going through, so I won’t. But what I will say is that Steve and I are here for you and will help you every step of your journey.” She said with a sickly sweet reassurance. I breathed deeply and tried to not speak, but couldn’t contain it. “This isn’t my journey. This isn’t for me. I didn’t ask for this…” I said, beginning to raise my voice. Her hand raised, then she quietly shushed me while diverting her eyes back toward the living room. She was trying to keep Alice from getting involved again, and I accepted her caution. “You can’t really think this is for me. You don’t think I wanted this… all of this, do you?” I said much quieter than before. “All I know is we all have a part to play.” She said with discomfort in her voice. She averted my eyes for a little while after that. I watched her closely as she moved around the kitchen. I hardly knew her, but at this moment, I hated her. “What’s really going on here? What the fuck is all of this? Really. What’s happening?” I said after a moment, locking eyes with her as she slid the fried eggs from the pan to join reheated bacon and a homemade biscuit. “Lots.” She said as she slid the plate to me, then handed me a plastic fork. “What’s up with Steve?” I asked as I bit into a piece of smoky bacon that rivaled any bacon I’d ever had. “Well… he’s going to be going through some changes soon. He’s leaving his job and probably selling his house.” She said watching me closely. I felt my heart pound in my chest and nearly choked on the crispy bacon. Was I being abandoned? If so, why go through all of this. “What?” I asked after forcing the bite down. “Steve is going to be the CEO of Ibex Pharmaceuticals. It’s the company that Mark and Alice are starting to market the hormone implants Alice invented.” She said. “Why is he leaving?” “Moving? Well, it’s headquartered here. We won’t be living here, but we’ll be a little closer to town.” She answered seemingly unaware of my shock. “We?” I choked. “Well… yeah. You didn’t think he was going to kick you to the curb, did you? Or did you mean we as in me?” She paused. “I’ll be there too. The board has recommended that Steve and I keep up appearances while the company launches and does its IPO. They think he and I will present stability and good ole’ American values. Mainly I’ll be there to help out around the house, and with you. But he and I will at least seem to the outside world to be together.” I dropped my bacon onto the plate and thought again about running out. I was finding it hard to breathe. Not only was it expected that I move across the country, but also that Monica has a role in this. No way. Too much. “Why hasn’t he…” I started, but choked on my breath. “He’s… he will. Tonight, actually.” She said quickly. I pushed my elbows to the table and tried to steady my breathing. I felt faint. “We were going to tell you tonight after dinner. I wasn’t… I shouldn’t have.” She said. I felt her hands grip my forearms and squeeze from across the island. She was leaning over and I could see a tear running down her cheek. “You’ll be well cared for.” She said quietly. I cried my eyes out for a few minutes, but honestly I couldn’t articulate why. I was just angry at everything. Alice was also right, I was hormonal and hungry and my butt ached. Monica had moved around the island and was gently rubbing my back while I tried to regain composure, but she didn’t speak. I finally picked my head up and rubbed the tears from my cheeks and took a bite of the biscuit. I couldn’t fix the hormones, nor could I easily take the plug out, but I figured eating may help calm me down. I picked up the fork and cut into the now cool fried eggs and took a bite while Monica continued to rub my back. It was soothing, I’ll admit it. “Monica…” I said quietly. “Yes, dear?” She replied back cautiously. “You didn’t salt the eggs.” She laughed pretty good and apologized, then pulled the salt shaker from the other side of the island and set it near me. I didn’t move to it. “Honey, salt your own eggs. I’m not your maid.” She laughed. So did I. What’s going on in here?” A voice called from the threshold of the kitchen. I looked over and smiled as I saw Molly standing against the door frame. She locked eyes with me and concern crossed her face, no doubt she could tell I’d been crying. She was wearing red and green footie pajamas adorned with Santa and reindeer faces that looked ready for Christmas morning. There was a red bow in her hair and it was the first time I can recall her having a bow in her hair. I sniffed and tried to try my face more. I didn’t want to start crying again, nor did I really want to talk about things anymore. “Hi.” I pushed out. She crossed the distance between us without picking her feet up from the floor, more gliding across the tile floor than stepping. She joined Monica at my side and hugged me tight. “Are you okay?” She asked with great concern. “No. Steve’s moving.” I said, unable to contain myself. “Where?” She said with concern. “Here.” I squeaked. “That’s awesome!” She nearly yelled as she backed away from me. This caught me completely off guard. I couldn’t believe she was excited I was moving away. Clearly she misunderstood what I was saying. I wouldn’t see her much anymore if I was here and she was there. “Hey, I am too!” She said, clearly noticing my reacting wasn’t what she thought it would be. “You didn’t know?” “I didn’t get to that part yet.” Monica said as she gave us space to hug. “Mark and Alice told me this morning. We’re all coming here.” She said with hopeful joy in her voice. I turned my face to hers. Clearly there was no anxiety or trepidation inside of her. This gave me some hope, it made me feel better. “I’ll be here too.” She said as she hugged me close. She hugged me and slowly rocked for what felt like an hour. It was a moment I wish I could live in forever. “Can she come with us to the movie room?” Molly asked Monica. “Soon.” Monica said. “We’re going to finish eating first.” Monica said to me, then smiled. “Cool, cool!” Molly said, then kissed my cheek and turned to leave, sliding her feet back across the tile just as she did when she came in. I turned my attention back to the plate in front of me and breathed a sigh of relief. This was all a nightmare and I was essentially a prisoner in this place and in my body, but at least she would still be with me. “Better now?” Monica asked as she sprinkled the salt on my eggs after all. I nodded a little, then took a bite. “I told you that you’d be well cared for. There’s no way Steve would let them separate you and Molly. That was one of his demands before accepting the job.” She said. I met her gaze and saw her sweet, warm smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. “I told you how much he cares for you.” She added. I polished off the rest of the plate and had a second biscuit, this one drizzled with local honey. Monica stood and smiled, then cleared the plate from the counter. “How about we go get you changed and then you can go in with the girls.” She said as she dried her hands on a dish cloth. I nodded and slid from the chair, grimacing as the plug shifted wildly underneath my diaper. “Easy now.” She chuckled. She escorted me into the nursery. I looked for Charlotte but she wasn’t here. “Are you…” I asked. “Is that okay?” She asked back. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing that if she wasn’t the one doing it now, it would no doubt happen in the near future. We walked to the changing table, and I noticed quickly that both twin beds were gone from the room, only the cribs remained. All of the pull-ups were also gone from the stacks by the table. Monica guided me up, then shuffled the dress over my head and pulled the tights off. “I don’t have to be all the way undressed.” I told her. “There’s a wardrobe for the movie room, silly.” She said back. She laid me back and pulled tapes from the diaper, then pulled it from beneath me. She carefully wiped me with a baby wipe, very intentionally, not missing anywhere. My face reddened when she cleaned the chastity cage thoroughly, then did her best to clean around the base of the butt plug. “Is that hurting still?” She asked. “Not really, not unless it moves a lot. It’s pressure, but it’s not awful.” I answered. “Want it out?” She asked. “Umm… I mean I definitely do, but I really don’t want to go through having it pulled out…” I replied, quickly realizing that it would probably be just as bad coming out as going in. “It’ll only take a few seconds.” She said. I nodded, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt her grip the base with a baby wipe in her hand, then begin to tug. My muscles when into action trying to stop from having to stretch again, but my body bared down and did what it could to push the plug out. “Owe!” I yelped as she firmly pulled. She continued, then tried rocking and twisting. Finally it popped out but not before causing a new batch of tears to well in my eyes. “That freaking hurts!” I exclaimed after she had removed it. “I know, I’m sorry.” She said as she dropped the plug into the bin. She cleaned me with more wipes, careful to not apply much pressure to my still aching hole, then took out a clean diaper and laid it under me. “There we go. All better.” She cooed as she brought the bulky garment up between my legs and taped it into position. She looked at me for approval, that her diapering skills met my standard. “These are just so cute.” She said as she traced her fingers over the leg holes of the diaper. “Thanks.” I said without realizing it, drawing a smile from her. “Would you believe that this was my first time changing one? Well, at least on anyone bigger than an infant.” She said proudly. “You did fine.” I said quietly, not exactly wanting to praise her for doing something that I still found humiliating. “Thank you.” She said as she continued to admire the diaper, then traced her fingers up my belly and chest before booping me on the nose. I didn’t say anything, but hoped she would realize how much I hated that. She turned and went to my crib and came back with footie pajamas that matched the ones Molly was in and helped me dress, then closed the zipper on the back. I waddled after Monica as we left the nursery, partly because of the diaper and partly because of the tenderness that the plug left behind. We walked down the hall, then into a dark room with ‘Elf’ playing on a massive screen. I could barely make out the shape of the others as we went it. I heard Molly call for me. I walked over and plopped down on a bean bag chair next to her, then watched as Monica left and closed the door. It didn’t take too long for me to debrief the days events to Molly. Emma and Sam listened intently, but I don’t know if it was out of concern or because we’d all seen ‘Elf’ a million times before. I held my composure through the conversation and was a little surprised at the end of it when Molly and Emma didn’t react much. Only Sam looked concerned. “I’ve had the hormone implant for almost a year. It’s not awful.” Molly said to the group. Emma nodded and agreed that it wasn’t overly concerning to her either. Sam, on the other hand, was fearful since she’d yet to receive one. “All it really did is stop my period.” Emma said, shrugging at my concern. “I get that, but I’m not… I don’t have periods. They’re literally trying to replace my hormones with female hormones.” I sighed. “Yeah, but that’s what you wanted anyways, right?” Emma asked. “No, it’s not what I want. I’m assuming it’s what they want, but I never asked for it.” I said firmly. “Oh. Well, I know this probably isn’t the best thing to say, but you make a super pretty girl… so…” She added clumsily. Molly rolled her eyes and squeezed my hand. “Truthfully I don’t even know what’s going to happen, or if anything actually will. Maybe it’s a bluff or something. I just… I wish I could have some sort of say in it. Or figure out how to turn it off.” I said. “Didn’t you read the contract that you signed? It was…” Emma started. “Please don’t ask that.” I cut in. “So you didn’t actually read it?” Sam said out of nowhere. I shot her a look, but she didn’t catch it. She was fixed on the screen watching the crowd sing Christmas songs in unison to save the spirit of Christmas and allow Santa to fly away. I wished I could fly away with him. “It didn’t go into details like this.” I huffed. “It may have said that there would be stuff, but it didn’t like spell it out or anything.” All went quiet as Santa’s sleigh shot into the sky. Buddy the Elf had saved Christmas, and yet, here I was. “We’ll, in a few months you’ll probably start growing boobs, little ones at least. Your skin will get softer. After a while, your body will start to change a little and give you a more feminine figure. Oh, and your testicles are gonna shrink a little bit. But on the bright side if there was male pattern baldness in your family, that won’t be an issue anymore.” Emma rattled with an annoying air of confidence. “How the fuck…” Molly asked. “I was a anatomy and physiology legend in high school.” She responded sheepishly. “It’s pretty basic really. Estrogen does those things.” I sat there for a second, then said the only thing my brain could think about. “I don’t want actual boobs.” Molly squeezed my hand a little tighter, but no one looked at me. I think it was at this point that the others realized just how trapped I was… how trapped we all were. The room fell dark when the credits ended, but none of us moved. I was happy to have the reprieve of darkness. I squeezed my eyes tight and imagined I was back in my dingy basement apartment on my lumpy bed. I imagined hearing the ice cold wind whirl around the front door, stuck in a frigid vortex at the bottom of the stairs. I thought about driving my tug, silently bathing in my own thoughts, around and around and around. I wished that I could go back there again. The screen lit up and snapped me our of my daydream, and a quick glance at my body and a little pressure on my thighs confirmed that it was just that, a day dream. “I’m bored.” Molly groaned, splaying out on the shared bean bag chair. The others shook their heads in unison. Almost as if on queue, the door opened and streamed additional light into the dark room, accompanied by a cool blast of air from the hallway. “Right then.” Charlotte said aloud to no one in particular as she entered the room. “Let’s get you lot changed and ready for dinner.” She flipped the light switch which caused us all to tuck our heads down to shield from the assault of LED lights beaming from above. She shuffled sideways and motioned with her hands, ushering us all through the door impatiently. The four of us wandered back to the nursery in a single file line with Charlotte bringing up the rear, a cheerful hum encouraging us along. Emmy was in front, but moved aside as we entered the room. Charlotte moved past us all and placed a hand on Emmy’s shoulder as she walked past, then guided her to the changing table. “Where’d the other beds go?” Emmy asked with a small sense of urgency in her voice. We all walked into the smaller room, the others seeming surprised by the lack of beds, me now recalling that they were missing earlier. “The boys have been reassigned.” Charlotte said without hesitation, then breezed right past the subject. Within a few seconds, she had Emmy flat on her back on the table and was unfastening a very wet diaper. “Well that one nearly sprang a leak, dear.” Charlotte called out in a near teasing tone. Emmy turned her head slightly away from us and closed her eyes. No matter how many times this act has happened, I’m sure each of us still find it quite humiliating… especially with an audience. Charlotte added a booster to the standard fare diaper, then pulled Emmy’s pajamas off of her the rest of the way and moved her to her feet beside the table. Emmy shuffled away clad in just her diaper and waited until the others were done as well. I couldn’t help but look at her chest, I was still biologically a boy after all, but then felt a sense of dispare as I thought about mine growing to that size. Her’s weren’t large by any stretch, but were still nice. I quickly looked away when her eyes met mine, but she didn’t do anything to cover herself even after catching me. Molly, Sam, and I quickly joined her in only our clean diapers. Charlotte returned from the closet a few moments later with four dresses, all matching, and began dressing Emmy. She slid the red and white dress over her head, then had her step into white tights. Soon, we all matched her exactly. “You ladies can play in here for a little bit, dinner will be soon but I don’t think they’re quite ready for you yet.” Charlotte said with a beaming smile, admiring her brood of diaper-clad teenagers. We all settled into the larger part of the nursery as Charlotte left. “What do you think she meant?” Emmy asked, us all knowing exactly what she was referring to. “I don’t know exactly, but I know he went with the guys somewhere today. I noticed his bed was gone and there weren’t any pull-ups anymore.” I said, feeling so dumb for forgetting to mention all of this earlier. “Weird.” Molly said, looking perplexed. I could see the worry grow on Emmy’s face. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if they took Molly away from me, so I’m sure I’d be petrified if all of the sudden her stuff was gone as well. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” Sam said quietly, but Emmy gave her a look that let her know that she was too new into this to understand. “We’ll ask at dinner.” Molly said with confidence. “It will be fine.” We didn’t have to wait much longer for the door to open again. This time Kathy barged in and told us all that dinner was ready. We followed her into the main dining room where a large table had been set with an assortment of elegant dinnerware, complete with lit candles along the center. Kathy walked us each to an assigned chair and pushed us in, then draped a napkin across each of our laps. I looked at the spread of plates, cups, bowels, and silverware and tried to remember the fine dining tips I’d received in the past. Work from the outside in. I noticed one spoon was golden in color, unlike the others and was unsure exactly what that would be used for. I looked up and noticed the others were also studying the place settings just as I was, and Sam had even taken to lifting each piece of cutlery one by one, studying it closely, then placing it perfectly into it’s former position. Within minutes, the others began to filter into the room and sat in their respective seats with Mark sitting at the head of the table and Alice to his right. I beamed when Steve entered the room, it felt like forever since I got to sit and talk to him. He gave me a broad smile and walked to me, placed his hand on my shoulder, and leaned in to kiss the top of my head. He moved a chair away from me and sat. My disappointment was obvious when he didn’t take the seat next to me, but I quickly realized that the seat to the right of the men was occupied by their respective woman, then us. I desperately wanted to talk to him, but knew it would have to wait even longer. “How was your day?” He asked as he leaned in closer to me. “Oh… umm… fine.” I stammered a little off guard. “Just fine, I guess.” He could tell I was lying, but also knew that this wasn’t the place or time to investiate. “How was yours?” I asked quickly. He didn’t answer because no sooner than I stopped speaking, Monica walked up and took the seat between us. Steve leaned back, but I couldn’t see his reaction to her intrusion. I did catch a quick look from Sam of sympathy… I guess my disappointment was more obvious than I had realized. Steve began smalltalk with Alice, Monica listened intently. I couldn’t see Molly from where I was sitting, but could see her hands tightly folded on the table in front of her. I noticed a nod from Mark, then watched as a few waiters walked into the room and poured each of us a glass of wine, then a goblet of water. “Screaming Eagle, 1992.” Steve said loudly, jarring me from my frustration. I looked over to see him leaning around Monica, holding his glass up as an invitation to lift mine. “Don’t drink, just smell.” He said with a joyous smile. I took a deep inhale and smelled the almost sharp fruit and could feel saliva course into my mouth. “Fruity… black pepper… wood.” I said with my eyes closed. “Very nice!” He exclaimed, pride exuding his tone. “Smells like wine.” Monica added flatly as she pulled her glass for a smell. “Maybe, but that bottle was easily $30,000 and we just went through four of them.” Steve added with a little annoyance in his voice. Mark cleared his throat after all of the drinks had been poured, then lifted his glass. The others in the room lifted theirs in unison and held them as we awaited his toast. “I sit here amongst some of my closest friends and confidants as one of the most fulfilled men alive. Words can’t express how much your loyalty has meant thus far, and I sincerely hope that this is just the beginning of our boundless opportunity. Steve, your journey will be hard, but exciting. I trust we’ve given you every resource necessary to be successful. Alice, my beautiful wife, none of us would be here without your wonderful mind. We are truly in the presence of greatness.” He lifted his glass. We all sipped the wine. I could see Kathy from the corner of my eye, she was visibly flustered. I was all but certain it was because she didn’t get a call out in the toast. I smiled at this. Within a few seconds of setting my glass down, the waiters reappeared with our first course, but not before the head waiter stood at Mark’s right side and began to speak. “This evening we will be serving a nine-course tasting inspired by The French Laundry. We will begin with Oysters and Pearls, a sabayon of pearl tapioca with island creek oysters and white sturgeon caviar. Please enjoy.” A plate was placed in front of me with a brown and black gunk that looked as appealing a ball of snot, but like the polite dinner guest, I scooped it into my outermost spoon, the gold one, and slowly placed said gunk in my mouth. It wasn’t bad, but wasn’t something I craved another bite of. I pushed it around on my place and faked excitement as I tried to keep up with the others around me. “Not for you, huh?” Monica leaned in and asked quietly. I shook my head subtlety, then smiled as she slyly scooped the gunk off of my plate and placed it on hers before devouring it. Each following course was filled with words I could hardly pronounce, but by the time we got to the Fillet of Gulf Coast Pompano, I was in culinary heaven. The gunk wasn’t for me, but everything else was impeccable. We all finished with a cup of Finca El Injerto coffee before being dismissed by Mark. I marveled at the table as I realized that this meal alone was likely a quarter of a million dollars to serve. The excess of the mega rich was disgusting, even though it was delicious. As I stood I noticed that Steve was speaking quietly and directly to Monica, only a few inches from her ear. I could see her gently nodding, then she pulled away and left the room. He caught my eye and motioned me over. “I think we should go have a chat, dear.” He said with a slight hiccup in his voice. I nodded. I was nervous even though I knew the news he was about to share. I followed him down a hallway, then through a large door into a spacious suite. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace which danced off of the wooden facade of the walls and high ceiling. The room was dark other than the fire which gave it a very romantic vibe. Steve guided me by the small of my back to a large leather chair situated a few feet from the fire. I could see a copy of Self Reliance and Other Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson on the small table beside the chair. Steve moved around me and sat with a heavy thud in the chair, then pulled me onto his lap. It felt wonderful being close to him again, to finally be receiving the attention I craved. He didn’t speak, just looked at me in the eyes with a sense of worry on his face. “I know.” I said quietly. He raised his eyebrow and turned his head slightly. “I know about the move.” I said again, a little louder. “Oh.” “Monica may have let is slip.” I added, trying to throw a little shade her way. “Well… then.” He stammered. “Are you okay?” “I mean, yeah, I guess so. We’re gonna have to figure out logistics… I mean… I don’t want to never see my family again.” I said. “Okay, we can figure it all out.” He said with relief. “We can do that.” He pulled me to him, my head falling to his chest, and hugged. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. His warmth, his smell, the beating of his heart. The only emotion that I could feel at the moment was love. I was deeply in love with him. He snapped me out of it a few minutes later as he released the hug and nudged me back into a sitting position on his lap. “Are they treating you okay?” He asked. “Fine, I guess. I mean… under the circumstances.” I said looking away. “I heard about the Alice incident.” He said with a hint of disappointment. I hesitated saying anything, but couldn’t hold back. “It was her fault, you know.” I blurted. “It usually is.” He sighed. “I just… and I know I should have… but she didn’t need to do it that way.” I exclaimed, no doubt confusing him and myself at the same time. “It’s okay.” He said gently, noticing that my eyes were beginning to water. I turned away from him and used the sleeve of the dress to wipe my eyes, just catching the first tear that was falling down my cheek. His hand lifted from the small of my back and landed gently between my shoulder blades, then began rubbing gently. I fell back into his chest and sobbed a little more, the frustration of the day finally rearing it’s ugly head. “You’re okay.” He said in a whisper. And in that moment, I was. I felt safe again. I knew that I should have been upset with him. After all, this was all his doing. The hormones, the butt plug, the diapers. This was all him. But I didn’t resent him for it. I was doing it for him, I was only doing it for him and as long as he wanted me to do it, I would. His rubbing my back and the gently rise and fall of his chest calmed me significantly. I closed my eyes and wished I could stay right here forever. My zen moment was broken when Steve’s other hand traced up my thigh and squeezed gently at the front of my diaper. “You’re a little overdue.” He said with a chuckle. I opened my eyes, annoyed that such a moment was ruined by such a thing. With the moment ruined, I sat back up and rubbed my eyes. More than almost anything, I wanted to crawl into the massive four poster bed with him and go to sleep. Unfortunately I knew that it wouldn’t be an option, but I wished for it. “I don’t want to leave here.” I said quickly. “Here? The house?” He asked a little confused. “No. Here. With you.” I pouted. He smiled gently and rubbed my leg. “I know, my baby. We’ll get to settle back into our own place soon.” He said with a smile, no doubt excited for the same thing. “What about… what about Monica?” I asked carefully. “She’ll be there to help me out, but we’ll still have our own time. Don’t you worry about that. She’s well aware.” He said matter of factly. I smiled a little at that, glad that he had at least talked to her about it, but still had concern that she wasn’t going to respect it. He leaned forward from the back of the chair. I started to get up from his lap but his hands stopped me from moving, then they moved up to my upper back and neck and pulled my face to his. He kissed me with enough emotion to cause me to lose my breath. I could feel the butterflies trying to rip right out of my belly as he firmly held his hands behind my head. Then, as soon as it started, it ended. I sighed deeply as I regained my composure, then smiled as I met his gaze. “Needed that, huh?” He asked slyly. I nodded my head as I tried to keep the grin from becoming too large. “Me too.” He said. I could feel him becoming erect on my thigh and took the opportunity to wiggle just a little, more to confirm that I was feeling what I thought I was feeling than for his satisfaction, but his smirk let me know that he appreciated the subtle gyrations. My heart beat a little harder as my body moved from sleepy to horny in an instant. It was tough to notice initially, but I could definitely tell that my own erections were becoming less frequent, and when I would get them they were hardly as strong as they used to be. I wasn’t sure if it was the hormones or the prolonged chastity, but the cage didn’t cause any discomfort when I was trying to get hard anymore. I moved my hand up and grabbed his cock through his pants and gently rubbed him up and down. His breath deepened, then let out a sigh. I continued to rub him, enjoying his developing hardness under my fingers. His eyes closed and he leaned back against the chair again giving me slightly easier movement without his torso in the way. I shimmied off of his lap and knelt in front of the chair, then pulled the zipper of his slacks down. I fished his dick from within his pants and boxer briefs and admired it in the light of the fire. It had been quite a few days since we were able to do anything and I didn’t realize how much I had missed it. I moved a little forward and lined my mouth up above his cock, then carefully moved him into my mouth in one motion. He gasped deeply, no doubt more excited than even I was. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock and felt him pulsate in reaction to the sensitivity. My mouth watered as I got the first hint of precum, enticing me to begin slowly raising and lowering my head as I licked at the underside of his. It took a few seconds, but his hands soon found the back of my head and gently coaxed me up and down in a rhythm that satisfied his desire. I swallowed a few times as he leaked precum into my mouth, the faint saltiness coating my tastebuds almost reminded me of the caviar from earlier. I could tell that this wasn’t going to be a drawn out affair as his hands began to quickly piston my mouth up and down. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick to make sure an errant push down didn’t slam my throat full and cause dinner to reappear. He took note of this and eased up on his downward pressure. I knew him well enough now to know the subtle cues that he was close to finishing, and I was starting to pick up on those. His dick seemed to get a little larger in my mouth, his breathing became a little more rapid, and his fingers squeezed whatever they were squeezing just a little tighter, in this case it was my hair. We were approaching the point of no return and I was actually happy about it. I was actually looking forward to getting a mouthful of cum blasting fourth at any moment. Oh, how times have changed. I knew he was within a few seconds of finishing because his grip on my hair was starting to become painful, but I followed his cues as best as possible, kept suction on his dick, and kept my tongue right against the sensitive underside. I loved the power I had to give him these feelings. I knew first hand what kind of power a girl had over a guy when giving him head, he was putty in her hands. He would do anything for her. There’s some dominating submissiveness that a blowjob highlights, some shift in dynamics. I knew about it back then, but this side of the spectrum, this was where I belonged. I yelped loudly when his hands pulled my hair up fairly aggressively, the opposite direction than I had prepared for. The sudden upward force caused the suction of my lips to break resulting a loud popping sound, and I’m sure my teeth scraped against him on his way out. “What!?” I cried, wincing at the sharp tug. I met his eyes, but they were looking past me toward the door. “Jesus. At least have the decency to lock the door.” Monica said sharply as she stepped backwards and closed herself out of the room. Steve gave a look of regret to me, knowing that he indeed should have locked the door. Annoyed, he sighed and moved me off to the side, stood, and tucked his cock back into his pants. He helped me to my feet, then walked to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth and wiped my face and chin off. I guess this blowjob had gotten a little sloppy. “Sorry.” He said, then moved to the door and opened it. Monica was standing there with a sly smile on her face, casually leaning against the wall on the other side of the hallway. “By all means, carry on.” She teased. “Knock next time.” He said, his annoyance turning into frustration and anger. “Noted.” She said and walked into the room. I looked away in shame even though she was well aware that these antics were common between Steve and I, it was no doubt a secret, but still had shame in being caught doing it. I smoothed down the hem of my dress as she approached me. She placed her hand on the side of my face, then wiped some errant saliva with her thumb. I half expected her to be rude or condescending, much like Alice was the last time we were caught, but she wasn’t. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked.” She said quietly to me. I nodded, but kept my gaze to the ground. “So? What?” Steve asked as he closed the door and loudly slammed the lock, over emphasizing the gesture to ensure she had seen it. “I said I’m sorry, yeesh.” She said, rolling her eyes at him. “I came to tell you that CNN called requesting an interview with the new CEO of Ibex for a segment on emerging healthcare technologies. I told them of course, but we’d need to get to a satellite center since we don’t have reliable internet service.” Steve perked up at this news. “But, before I could lock in the time… I also had calls from Fox, ABC News, and AP. Evidently someone leaked something and you’re the man of the hour.” She went on. This caused a little bit of anxiety to show on his face. He was never a spotlight guy, but it was being thrust upon him. “What’d you say? To them.” He asked. “Tomorrow morning in Helena. All four back-to-back.” She said, her smile now jumping off of her face. “Fuck.” Steve said quietly. I stood there awkwardly, unsure if I should congratulate him, or just quietly walk out and let them bask in their moment. Monica side hugged me and let out an excited squeal while Steve scratched at his jaw, seemingly unsure of how to feel at the moment. “I did let Mark and Alice know before I came in here. Mark said he would call his media coach so they can do a brief with you tonight.” Monica said as she broke the side hug and walked near Steve. “It’s starting… are you ready for this?” He smirked at her, then looked at me and paused. “Let’s do this.” He said with reserved confidence. “Let’s do this.” She echoed. Monica smiled and walked to back to the door and pulled to open it, forgetting it was locked. “Well, lock it back if you need to… continue.” She said with a smirk. Steve looked at me for guidance, but I think the look on my face alerted him that I wasn’t quite in that mood anymore. “No, it’s fine. You can leave it unlocked.” He said. She walked from the room and shut the door behind her, but not before giving me a subtle smile. Steve moved around me and flopped back in to the chair, then threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. “Congratulations.” I said quietly. He didn’t respond to my words, but I did notice his eyes slowly close when I spoke. “I can head back.” I said, finally stepping from my spot. I reached the door and turned the handle. The door popped open a little, the click pulling him out of his trance. He opened his eyes and looked at me with a regret on his face. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I know this isn’t what you want.” “I’m very happy for you.” I said, trying to sound optimistic. His words were true, and hearing them stabbed me in the heart. I didn’t want this. Not at all. I knew things were going to be different now and I hated it.