YourDiapersCute

Very well written. I'm excited to read more! Hopefully volume 2 is close at hand.

I'm happy to see this story get more love and attention. This new addition was wonderful. Thank you for continuing and I hope we get to read more.

I think you're characterization is superb. I think others comments are from a lack of content. Danny has a lot of emotional change while his parents are still in the early stages of change. I'm sure with more time they will show more as well. Each character is going on an emotional journey at different rates. I look forward to more.

I absolutely love this story. We all "want" the littles to rebel and get punished, but a little who plays it smart is a breath of fresh air. That combined with the nervous Amazon's who are expecting him to act up is what makes this one of my favorites. Really hoping for more in the new year, but patient enough to know that I will appreciate the care and time you'll put into it. Best wishes.

Amazing short story. Very well done.

A really interesting start. The idea of a retired hero is always interesting. I'm super curious about the entities.

Hello All. Quick update. Travel, then food poisoning, and then Covid had drained me the past few weeks. When this started I had fully intended on finishing, but I am on draft 3 of the final chapter. It never fits well and at this point I might scrap it entirely. I had planned on the last chapter being from Francis's perspective. Where he would describe how he matched each of the Bebelus ABDL couples, his future plans, and then his own love interest. Then he would show the end result of all the Babies getting together for a playdate for the camera's. This is entirely a me problem. I have several snipits that I enjoy, but the flow doesn't work. I will try to finish it again, but the wait may be longer than most of you would like for a short story. I think it would be best if everyone assumes this is the last post. Charlotte and Mimi need their time in the light. I hope you all enjoy. Part 5: Charlotte Waking up in the morning to the scent of used diaper was not new for Charlotte, but the sensation of wet lips suckling on her engorged tit was. With a shiver of pleasure the young doctor looked down at her sleeping wife who was currently attached to her breast. As fun as this is to wake up to, having a nursing baby first thing in the morning could get old. Maybe a locking paci is in order for the next few nights to break the habit. Rubbing the cotton candy dyed hair of her wife, lover, and baby, Charlotte slowly roused the suckling girl from her sleep feeding. “Good morning baby. Looks like someone is hungry. Take as much as you want from Momma, but we gotta get up soon or Francis is going to be upset.” “Mmmmm!” Mimi disapproved. The lack of volume to her milk production meant little as the comforting act was what she really wanted. Charlotte grabbed the back of her wife’s full diaper and mushed the contents into her bottom. “Maybe Uncle Francis will get to spank the naughty girl who made Mommy late.” That got her attention. With one final grumble Mimi was sat up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Morning Momma.” Looking around, the girl eventually found what she was looking for and the formerly discarded pacifier was put back into her mouth. “Brrrooow!” The chip of the furry cat at the end of the bed signaled its displeasure. Mimi lunged for the fluffy beast and pulled him into a hug, “Noodle, I’ll feed you in a minute.” “Don’t smother him too much. I don’t want your stink rubbing off. It’s much easier to get your smooth bottom clean than it is that furball.” “But Noodle is so sooooft.” The whine was muffled as Charlotte threw the blanket over the diaper girl and kitty. After a change and breakfast in her recline highchair, Mimi was set up in her playpen while Charlotte watched over her from the haphazard workstation she had set up in the attached dining room. Both were working on their own jobs, but apparently only one was making any headway. “Unless you are looking up the latest fashion for animals, you better get off Animal Crossing right this minute young lady.” Charlotte threatened. “No!” Looks like someone needs an attitude adjustment. “Mimi! Over my lap. Right now!” The shout echoed through the home. Mimi was smart enough to know when she could push Charlotte and now was not one of those times. No counting, no warnings, no play. Mommy meant business. Climbing out of the playpen, Mimi attempted to assuage the angry woman by babyishly crawling across the carpeting towards her inevitable fate. Once she was at Charlotte’s feet she gave one last pitiful pout before draping herself over the woman’s lap. The snaps of the onesie came popping off and the top tapes of the now moist diaper were ripped off before the padding was lowered to her ankles. Charlotte rubbed her open palm against the powder coated backside of her typically sweet baby girl. Noticing that the bruises from her last session over her lap had faded gave Charlotte some pause. As she continued to pat and rub Mimi’s cheeks, Charlotte questioned the girl softly, “What’s got you so riled up honey? You’ve been oh so good for Mommy all week. Why fuss right before your playdate tonight?” Mimi squirmed on her lap, “Nuttin.” Charlotte frowned, “Nothing? You mean to tell me that my baby girl just has a case of the naughties?” Mimi shrugged. She’s going non verbal again. Gotta break that quick. Manhandling Mimi, Charlotte positioned the girl to sit on her lap with her head nestled up onto the older woman’s shoulder. Rubbing her back Charlotte probed further, “Come on honey. Tell Mommy what’s on your mind.” Mimi squirmed and mumbled something as she looked anywhere but at Charlotte. “I can’t hear you sweety. Speak up with those big girl words.” A quick nibble on the girl’s exposed neck had Mimi giggling before glaring up at her Mommy. “I… don’t you want to spank me?” So that’s where this is going. “Sweety, did you try to act like a brat because you wanted a spanking, or because you think I would enjoy spanking you?” Mimi shrugged again. Rose colored cheeks and teary eyes signaled that she was very much flooded with embarrassment, but also that Charlotte had hit the nail on the head. Charlotte pulled Mimi’s face to hers and kissed the pink haired girl deeply. The resistance crumbled immediately as the submissive baby girl fell limply into the control of her more dominant partner. Charlotte bent over, nearly breaking the seal her lips had with her lover, before pulling the diaper back up. Shifting Mimi’s weight, she soon had the loose padding laying between Mimi’s bottom and her thighs. Perfect for what she had planned. As one hand held the whining girl up and pulled her closer, Charlotte used her free hand to gently stroke the outside of her little girl's princess parts. Shudders ran through the girl's body and she moaned into her kiss as she felt a tongue push its way further into her mouth. Charlotte had plenty of practice getting her baby girl all worked up and bothered. The first time they had ever had sex, she had quickly learned that Mimi had an embarrassingly short fuzz. That and… Warm pee gushed into the thirsty padding below as Mimi whined. Shaking her head, she began to apologize before being silenced once again by Charlotte’s tongue. Trickles of pee continued to spurt out in little bursts as Charlotte began to massage deeper and deeper into Mimi’s folds. Fingers probed into her open petals as Mimi brought her hands to her chest. Clenching, she couldn’t control herself as she writhed in Charlotte’s grip. Like a dam bursting with energy, Mimi came forcefully onto her open diaper. Her slick juices coating the moist padding as Mommy continued to inch further and further into her. Charlotte watched as she brought her wife further and further into an erotic spasm. Holding the girl tightly to ensure she wouldn’t fall off and onto the floor. —------------------------------------ Cleanup wasn’t difficult as Charlotte wasn’t sure if the napping girl would be fully satisfied with the session they had just had. The diaper wasn’t going to leak and the couple had switched recently to padding with adjustable tabs so with a quick kiss on the tattoo of a heart shaped lock above her baby girl’s vagina, Charlotte retaped the diaper back onto Mimi. With a flash of remembrance, Charlotte quickly got up and quietly made her way up to the nursery where she fished out the box that Hannah had sent her. Once back downstairs, She gently fit the arm swaddler onto Mimi. Hannah had told her that even Steven couldn’t break out of the bondage once it had been put on him. A babyish straightjacket substitute if ever there was one. Lastly, the strawberry flavored pacifier was readily accepted into the sleeping girl's mouth. Charlotte looked down at Mimi with love in her eyes. It wasn’t always easy keeping the girl in the right headspace. Hell, even after years of love, support, and both literal and figurative pampering, the pink haired girl was still haunted by the neglect and rejection she had felt all her life. Partial incontinence was difficult to handle in the best of families. Charlotte sighed as she got back to work. Unlike lab days, she didn’t have to leave her baby girl to an empty house, but that didn’t mean she could slack off either. Francis was on track to set up Bebelus as the paradise all the “parents” of the community would want. It was her job to make sure that the community stayed healthy and happy. The mini-hospital, pharmacy, therapist office, and vitamin store were all her’s to design and maintain. She knew that even one wrong hire could cripple the system, but in the end she’d move mountains for the girl dozing next to her. —------------------------------ “But Mommy. Gingham is last season. Why can’t I wear one of my prettier dresses? I made one last week with ruffles on the bottom that sparkled!” The whines of her little fashion designer went unheeded as Charlotte pulled the girl towards the door. “Well if someone hadn’t waited until the last minute to finish today’s fall set, then she could have picked her clothes for the playdate.” “I can go change right away. It’ll take two seconds!” “No, Mimi. You know Mommy has to talk to Uncle Mark before the other parents get there. We need to be there extra early.” After Mimi had woken from her post coital nap, the two had talked about why the girl had been acting up. Once again she had gotten it in her head that she was being a bother to her wife, and was taking up too much attention with her needs, and wanted to please her mommy, and bla, bla, bla. But now, the guilt of her pampered lifestyle had been replaced by a desire to show off to both of their friends. “But I wanna look pretty for you!” “You do look pretty, baby. Now hop into your carseat and let’s get going. Be a good girl for Mommy and she will tell you about what Uncle Mark wants for Elise.” That got the girl to follow along. All too quickly, she was up and ready to be buckled in. Honestly, between Hannah’s ability to upscale anything a small baby would need to a big baby’s body, coupled with the nearly unlimited access to resources and production that Matilda and Harold had, the community never seemed to want for anything. Including ways to keep their little ones safe during drives. Once the car was on and moving down the road, Mimi couldn’t contain her enthusiasm anymore, “So what is it? Have you finally invented mind control, or maybe a shock collar for when Elise is naughty, or maybe she’s been extra naughty and needs to be given a permanent lisp for talking back to Uncle Mark, or maybe…” “Silly goose. It’s none of those things. Although… mind control isn’t too far off.” “Behavior control?” “Mmhmm.” Charlotte confirmed. Mimi thought hard for a second before giving up, “There’s all kinds of ways that you could do it, but I haven’t seen you do anything that rings a bell Mommy.” Charlotte looked back in her rearview mirror and chuckled, “But you have seen things that made you think of mind control, shock collars, and vocal manipulation?” “Noooooooo… But you did have that gel that made my arms and legs all tingly.” “Bingo! Such a smart baby.” Mimi squirmed in her seat. The fresh diaper crinkling as she smiled at the praise. “But how does that work? Is it like tickle play?” Memories of their time in Switzerland came to Charlotte’s mind. Tickle play in the alps had been fun, and the thicker diapers Mimi needed made her waddle so cutely in that snowsuit. “No baby. Think about how it felt to have that gel on your arms.” “Okay?” “Now think of how it would feel on your kitty.” Mimi giggled, “I don’t think Noodle would like that.” “You little brat!” Charlotte chided, “I mean on your little princess parts.” “Ooooooh. That would be great.” Mimi was lost in a daze before a question came to mind, “But how does that relate to emotional control?” Charlotte reached over to her bag and pulled out one of the glass jars inside before gently tossing it into Mimi’s well padded lap. “Be careful baby. Open it slowly and don’t get it all over the car.” “Nggggh! Got it… Mommy it’s just powder in here, not gel.” Charlotte smiled as the genius of her new creation was about to unfold, “Lick the tip of your finger to get it just barely wet and pick and dab it in the powder.” A few seconds went by as her instructions were followed. Then Charlotte heard a loud squeal of excitement, “It tingles! The powder turned into the gel when it got wet, Mommy!” “Mmhmm! And what area gets wet all the time on a baby girl?” “Her diapie!” “And what does Elise claim to hate?” “Her diapers!” Charlotte giggled at the plan. Mark would play the carrot and stick game with Elise. Rewarding her for wetting her diapers with the powder turning to gel shortly after she goes, and then not using the powder at all when she’s been naughty. Eventually the girl would beg to be put in her diapers and would be heavily invested in using them for the purposes Mark wanted her to. Once the two arrived at their destination, Mimi quickly went off to play with Elise while Charlotte showed off the labors of her work. —--------------------------------------- Mark smiled as he felt the gel tingle on the back of his hand, “This will do nicely. Elise has been sneaking around with that tablet again. I think Daddy’s little girl needs to be reminded about her place.” “Oh, what is she looking at? Hopefully nothing too naughty?” Mark raised his hand and shook his head, “I never know what she is looking up on that thing. I feel like she needs that bit of privacy, it’s just too obvious that she’s been on it though. Always has a big grin when walking out of the master bedroom.” Charlotte really couldn’t relate, but she laughed along anyways. Making sure that she was aware of everything her own little girl was up to was a matter of life and death. Mimi had been on the brink of destruction when Francis paired the two of them up. If Charlotte wasn’t careful, next thing she knew, the girl was spiraling back into depression from being on the wrong kind of message boards. Next came the solo baby boy of the group and his Mommy. From the smell of it, Steven was already messy upon arrival. A fact that had both girls giggling at his expense. Hannah seemed radiant as ever and who could blame her. Charlotte could understand the need to control her little, but the sadistic side of Hannah was always far more pronounced. A nice round of spanking was one thing, but Charlotte would never purposefully impose diaper rash on Mimi. Well, who doesn’t have at least one negative thing to say about their friends. All was pleasant as usual. Short bursts of business conversations, dotted with talks about their kinky home lives, along with more normal conversations. This pleasant format was, however, interrupted by a shouting Elise. “Daddy! Me and Mimi and Steven were talking and we think that Olive shouldn’t come today. Call her and tell her to stay home.” Both Mimi and Steven stood sheepishly at the doorway, too scared to talk. It was obvious from the getgo that their “talk” had been another instance of Elise bullying the two into agreeing with her. Charlotte enjoyed the quick show as Mark began spanking Elise over his lap. Once the hairbrush came out, Elise had begged him not to do it. Ever the softy, Mark let up, but then walked the three tots back to the playroom with a promise to put his little girl in the corner so her friend that she had been rude to would get to see the results of her actions. Before the adults could continue both Olive and the twins had arrived with their respective parents in tow. Typical bickering, tattling, and overall naughtiness was gotten out of the way before the adults were finally able to get back to their night together. “So Claire is back in training panties? At this point it just seems cruel.” Charlotte remarked. But Matilda just batted the words away, “We are trying to let her figure her emotions out herself. Vicky may be younger than her in years, but she definitely has a firmer grasp of her and her sister’s desires. I’m pretty sure both will be stuck in diapers for the rest of her life by their own choice, but only one has figured that out.” “So then, no babysitter for Elise?” Mark chuckled. Harold smiled as he returned with another round of drinks from the bar, “You know Elise is always welcome as a playmate for the girls. It’ll give them a chance to play that Animal Island game.” “Animal Crossing.” Hannah corrected, “Steven hasn’t stopped begging for it since the girls each got a copy.” Hearing his name reminded Charlotte about her little project, “Speaking of Steven, how are the hypnosis files? Have any of the triggers taken?” Hannah wobbled her hand, “So-so. He can come out of the haze a lot quicker with the triggers, but I haven’t had a chance to really try out the forced messing one. His oral fixation has certainly grown… to my own personal benefit.” The group had a laugh at that. With the exception of Harold and Matilda, each parent had only grown more fond of the more adult activities they could perform with the resident Adult Babies of Bebelus. Gone were the days of only practicing their kink at home or at somewhat awkward events. With no control of either space, no one had been able to truly indulge in the lifestyle. “You know, for being the one behind the construction of the town, you and Elise were the last ones to actually move in.” Charlotte pondered aloud. Mark nodded, “I had to make sure everything I left behind would move steadily. Even now I feel myself wanting to travel back and check up on the guys.” “Would you ever want to go back?” At this, both Elise and Olive came in in dire need of new diapers. Mark smiled at Charlotte, “Not on your life.” —----------------------------------- With Mimi back in her carseat Charlotte backed out of the driveway while Elise and Mark waved them goodbye. “Did you have fun, baby? Everyone could hear you little ones playing and having fun all night. Did something exciting happen with your game?” “Mmhmm. We had lots of fun Mommy… but ugh… I ergh… need ta tell you somtin.” Charlotte smiled as she looked in the back seat. While she couldn’t see Mimi’s diaper behind the snaps of her gingham romper, she was sure that her little girl was fudging her pants. The strain on Mimi’s face and little grunts said it all. Still the girl seemed intent on telling Charlotte something important. “Do you want to tell me about the present you are making in your pants for Mommy. Do you wanna tell Mommy that you're becoming a poopy baby girl for her and that you just love making mud in your diapies?” With one last grunt Mimi finished and laughed, “Hehe. No, Mommy. I gots to tell you about why we were so loud tonight.” “Oh?” Charlotte smiled as Mimi recounted Elise’s plan to get all of them onto the Desperate Housewives reality TV show. Mimi giggled as she retold how each and every one of the babies had fantasized about getting one up on the adults. How Olive would make up contracts for them, how Elise was planning on going on a spending spree, how Claire was ready to prove how grown-up she could be, and even how Steven had fantasized about putting Hannah in diapers. “Now sweety. Didn’t we just learn a lesson about tattling. I’m sure your friends wouldn’t be too happy that you told me about this.” Now back in the privacy of their own home, Charlotte was ready to wind down from her long day and was already in the task of getting Mimi ready for bed. Chewing on a teether ring while having her bottom wiped, Mimi shook her head, “Nuh-uh. S’not taddling. You axed me wuh we was doin.” Charlotte smiled at the slurred speech. Never was Mimi more in little space than when she was sleepy. “Oh? Is that so? Well, let me ask you this.” Picking up the girl was difficult, but Charlotte was happy to do it every once in a while. And the crib was only a few short steps from the changing table anyway. “Don’t you want to grow up and prove to Mommy you're a big girl who doesn’t need her diapers?” The covers were pulled over Mimi covering up her night time diaper and naked upper half. She yawned as she slurred out, “Nooooo. I wuv bein momma’s bawby. Wanna be baby fowever.” Charlotte smiled as she slipped the teat of the pacifier into Mimi’s parted lips. She watched as the girl began rhythmically suckling in her sleep, content that she had professed her love for her babified life. It hadn’t always been this way, but it wasn’t long into their relationship that the truth had been forced out of the little girl. Oh, how she had begged and pleaded with Francis to not spill her secret to Charlotte. How she had been so sure that the new found love of her life would abandon her if Charlotte knew that the fashion designer was in love with the diapers she was forced to wear for medical reasons. All her life Mimi had been shunned and ridiculed for her inability to control her bodily wastes. To think that she had grown to love all things related to the infantile garments would be accepted by those around her was an impossibility for the girl. But Charlotte had accepted that aspect of her life as well. Thinking back to how it all started reminded Charlotte of what she had to do next. After picking up the phone and hitting call, she waited until she heard that familiar voice, “Char, how are you? Did the playdate go well?” “It did. Thank you for asking, Francis. On that note, I have something you should know about.” —--------------------------- “Mmmmm. Mama!” The little voice crackled over the baby monitor. Over the years Charlotte had learned to recognize the many calls that Mimi would use to signal how she felt. Lack of eye contact meant that she was embarrassed, wiggling meant that she was aroused, and whining first thing in the morning meant that no work would be tolerated today. Customers would just have to wait until after the long weekend to get their overpriced dresses and in season fashion advice. “Good morning baby.” Charlotte sang as she walked into the nursery. No poopy smell meant all she could expect is a soaked diaper this morning. “Mmmm. Mommy….” The petulant girl whined. Charlotte draped her arms over the railing of the crib and looked down at the sad little girl inside. “What’s wrong honey.” Mimi looked a mess. Dried snot coated her upper lip and her cheeks were an angry red from old tears. Charlotte reached into the crib and felt her baby’s forehead. “No fever. So you're not sick. What’s wrong, baby?” “Had a bad dream.” Mimi reached up with grabby hands. So we need a cuddle day? Fine by me. I’ll call the hospital soon and let them know I need a sick day. Reaching in Charlotte let the rail down before hefting the girl up. Twice within twelve hours had her back screaming, but it was well worth it. Instead of heading towards the changing table, the couple wound up at the rocker. It had been built wider than normal with a little extra on each side to accommodate Mimi laying down. Charlotte opened her blouse exposing her breast. Mimi quickly latched on and began suckling. Charlotte had only recently begun producing milk, so it wasn’t nearly enough for a full grown baby, but the simple act was enough to satisfy the girl. “You know what they say about nightmares. They won’t come back if you tell someone. Tell Mommy what had her baby all scared.” Mimi got quiet as she curled in on herself. Hmmm. That bad, huh? “Was it before or during Brett?” A faint whisper affirmed the latter. Charlotte scowled. Though she had not known Mimi until well after Brett, she cursed the man who had hurt her baby so much. The bastard had been no more than a political marriage for Mimi’s family to branch out into what was basically a monopoly. However, the playboy had never learned how to treat others with a modicum of respect. When he had learned about his parents setting him up with the easily manipulated Mimi… “He was training me again.” Mimi was crying again. Charlotte held her close and whispered soothing words into her ear. It was a ritual the two had developed over the years and even though the nightmares had become less and less frequent, Charlotte still felt the same burning hatred for Brett. “Do you wanna call Uncle Francis? He always makes you feel better. Maybe he will take you out for ice cream today. I hear the parlor has three new flavors.” Mimi shook her head, “Mm-mm. Wanna stay with you.” And that’s just what they did. The entire day was dedicated to pampering the fragile girl as she slowly recovered from the nightmare. By bedtime, it was completely forgotten as Mimi was changed once again and put into her crib. Sleepy time with Mommy could wait another day as the girl would rest better in the safety of her nursery. Besides, Mommy had to get some work done today. The sliding of the lock on the front door announced Francis’s arrival as he let himself in. “Good evening, Char. Hope everything is alright. The hospital director said you called in sick. Was it you or Mimi this time?” Charlotte sighed as she poured them both a glass of whine, “Another nightmare about Brett. She’s been doing so well since we moved here. I had hoped friends who were more like her would put an end to her reliving her past.” Francis nodded as he took a drink, “She lived in a personal hell since she was four. It’s hard to get rid of something so ingrained.” Charlotte hesitated, “If… if you told her what happened to Brett, maybe…” Francis held up a hand, “Trust me. Knowing what happened to him would only hurt her.” Even Charlotte didn’t know what happened to that scumbag. All she knew was that when the dust cleared Mimi was left with the combined wealth of both families, her parents had bugged out to god knows where, and Francis had done something to Brett. Calling Mimi princess during their playtime wasn’t too far off the mark. Should she take back control of her finances from Charlotte, Mimi would easily be the richest person in town. “I asked her if she wanted to see you today.” “And she turned it down?” “Mmhmm.” Silence hung in the air for a while, but Francis cut through it with enthusiasm. “Oh! I forgot to tell you. I have another project coming along and could use those lactation pills. Can you triple the effects that you have on someone five years younger, six inches taller, and twenty pounds heavier?” Charlotte frowned, “You know, whoever it is should really come in for an examination.” Francis waved off her concerns, “Nah. She’ll be fine. Anyways,” He leaned in conspiratorially, “If all goes well, Mimi will have a wet nurse babysitter.” “Wait. You don’t have a buyer lined up for your new project?” Usually Francis planned things out better than this. The pieces were all in place by the time he asked her for help. “Nope. This one’s a very special project.” The two enjoyed each other’s company for a few more hours before Francis retired for the night. A driver was already outside waiting to take him home. He hugged Charlotte before he left and told her that he’d have everything handled for the whole show contest thing before thanking her again for taking care of Mimi. Charlotte felt her heart swell, “Anything for her. She deserves everything I can give her and more. Goodnight, Francis.” “Goodnight, Char. Don’t forget those pills.” With a wink he was off. Silently Charlotte crept upstairs. As she stood above Mimi, she could smell the mess her little one had made in her sleep. The thick diaper already bulging out between her legs was pushing against the snaps of her onesie. Mimi reached over to the pacifier hoop and slowly pulled it halfway out of Mimi’s mouth. Instinctively the girl sucked the bulb back in. Charlotte repeated the process until the girl was actively nursing the pacifier in her sleep. “There we go. Now, let’s get you changed.” Patting the messy diaper with a squelch Charlotte sighed, “How are we going to keep any of this a secret from the camera crew?” —-------------------------- Apparently Mimi had other plans. Once Francis had assured the two that they had nothing to worry about, the little girl had been obstinate that she wanted to change nothing about their lives while the cameras were rolling. Diapers, pacifiers, nursery, and everything else would be in plain view. Charlotte had no idea what Francis had done, but she was confident that he wouldn’t put Bebelus or any of its residents in any harm. It was no surprise then that the camera crew and interviewer, Anita, were speechless when they opened the door to find Mimi standing there in full baby regalia. Pink princess dress with puffy sleeves, an enormous bow across her stomach and a flouncing skirt that did nothing to hide her triple thick, bulging diapers. She waddled as she walked up to each one and said hi. Charlotte had to stifle a giggle as each person either nervously nodded along or shot questioning glances in her direction. Directed into the den the camera crew quietly set everything up for the interviews while Mimi and Charlotte signed paperwork. Anita pointed to the main forms, “So we just need Charlotte to sign here as the owner of the house and then we can get started.” “I don’t own the house.” Charlotte said. Anita looked confused for a second, “Then under who’s name is this house registered?” Mimi took a second from drinking a warm milky bottle to answer, “Mine.” Before going back to draining the white liquid. Anita looked at the both of them before flipping through her own packet of files, “It says here that Miss Reenee Charles Vanderfelt is the owner of the house. I figured Charlotte just went by a version of her middle name.” Mimi frowned at the mention of her own name but it was Charlotte that clarified, “No. Mimi does not go by her old name and I only use mine for official business like when I have to sign paperwork for the hospital.” Anita frowned, “Okay, so Reenee Charles Vanderfelt goes by Mimi, and Melany Liedershaft goes by Charlotte.” She paused for a second, “I can see getting Mimi from Reenee by the sound of it, but why do you go by Charlotte?” Telling this interviewer that Charlotte was actually a false name Francis had come up with was not an option. Mimi had only ever known her as Charlotte so when the secret had come out, the pair had stuck with the new identity, but that's besides the point. “I played the spider in a class play of Charlotte’s web. I got really into the role and the nickname stuck. Mimi heard about it from an old class friend and teased me about it until it just became a habit.” Charlotte lied. Anita eyed Mimi for another moment before returning to the task of finishing the paperwork. Once that was all handled Mimi gave the group a tour of the house. She briefly described each room like the kitchen, living room, the den, and the guest bedrooms, but seemed to linger on the babyish items in each. “This is my highchair. It’s super comfy, but makes it hard to eat like a big girl. Mommy says I get too mucky when I feed myself so sometimes she feeds me.” “Do you like my playpen? I gots all sorts of toys and stuffies that play with me when I’m not making new dresses.” “I love, love, love my bouncer. Usually it's to help babies learn to stand up on there own feets, but I don’t have that problem. I’m suuuuper good at walking, but it’s still fun to jump up and down while watching cartoons with Mommy.” “Dees are the guest bedrooms which are super boring, but when my friends come over, their daddies and mommy’s can sleep here while I get to cuddle with them in the nursery. Scept for the boys cause boys are icky and can give you cooties if you sleep with them.” Charlotte was proud of Mimi. Even as far gone into little space as she was while giving the interview, she still wasn’t giving away all her friends. Hopefully the others were handling the interview as well as her little girl was. As the crew rounded the corner into the nursery they gave pause. Inside was everything a little princess would want. The changing table and crib were of course front and center, but the castle themed playhouse, medieval town map themed carpet, and fantasy decore all hit the group with a scent of powder and faintly used diapers. Speaking of which. Charlotte pulled back on the ruffled panties to expose the thick padding below. It looked like Mimi’s morning breastfeeding, breakfast baba, and juice had all soaked down into the second diaper. Charlotte could wait, but while they were in the nursery… “Ok, my lil bun. Let’s get you changed really quick.” Mimi puffed out her cheeks, “Mommy. I gots to show the camera all my toys. Changies can wait.” Charlotte tutted as she helped the waddling girl up onto the changing table, “ Now, now. I’m sure the camera crew can wait a few moments while I get a soggy girl into some fresh padding. No need to get them too used to the smell of your peepee diapers. Not that you can’t make your butt smell even worse.” Anita hovered closer to the table, “Sooooo, she uses her diapers for both number one and two?” “Mmhmm.” Charlotte hummed as she went about her task, “My little Mimi uses her diapers for everything like a good little girl.” “Like a good little girl?” “Yup. Like my very good, sweet, stinky, baby girl.” Changing time went by smoothly and the camera crew followed Mimi around similar to a bunch of playmates. She showed off toy after toy, game after game, and even spurts of her business. Charlotte was the head of the household, so that meant she was less needed than her little girl, but at least for today she had called off work and would watch from afar. The rest of the afternoon concluded without much fanfare aside from another impromptu diaper change in the living room. The crew were getting hungry and Mimi was getting sleepy so they all decided to take a break. While most of the crew went out for dinner, Anita stayed behind saying she wasn’t that hungry. “Would you like a cup of tea? I also have enough to make small sandwiches if you change your mind about food.” Charlotte tried to make smalltalk after putting her baby down for a nap upstairs. “No thank you.” Anita’s gaze lingered on Charlotte as the doctor casually went about making herself something quick to eat. Sitting down across from the woman, Charlotte broached the elephant in the room. “So why did you really stay behind? Curious about the lifestyle?” “Only tangentially.” The hostile nature of the response caught Charlotte a little off guard. In the modern age, most people who openly had questions were at least somewhat open to the kink lifestyle. Hostile remarks usually remained hidden behind anonymity online. “Well then. What are you tangentially curious about.” Anita straightened her back, “So this is all consensual?” “Of course.” “You both enjoy this lifestyle.” “Yes.” “You're obviously the dominant one.” “Yes.” “And she will do anything you say?” That one seemed a bit more forceful than the rest and its tone set off warning bells in Charlotte’s head. Thinking on it for a second, Charlotte answered honestly, “In a sense. I would never tell her to do something that would hurt her, so she has trust in what I say. If I didn’t have her best intentions at heart then she wouldn’t be able to trust me.” “So it’s for her best that you keep her as a forever baby?” “Yes.” There was no waver in her answer. Charlotte had known Mimi for near a decade now and this was the happiest the girl had ever been. The progress she made was real and Charlotte was proud of her forever baby girl. Anita sighed, “Listen one day you both are going to grow tired of this and have to figure out how to both live as adults.” “We can cross that road when we come to it.” “Well that time is now.” Anita began pulling out a manilla folder from her bag before tossing it across the table. “Reenee has responsibilities that she needs to take care of.” Charlotte was over this whole thing. If Francis thought for one minute that she would tolerate some hotshot woman talking about her baby this way, he had another thing coming. However, what she found inside the folder had her pause. “Are these…” “Power of attorney documents. Along with substantial evidence of corruption along the lines of bribery, blackmail, and fraud concerning this town.” Anita looks smuggly across towards Charlotte. Tossing a pen towards the woman Anita directed her, “Your signature is needed on pages two through ten on the first packet. You’ll sign over your power of attorney over Reenee over to her parents where their assets will be rightfully returned. She will be under their care and direction and you will be given the funds and accommodations listed on the final page. I’m sure someone of your status will be quite comfortable with this.” This bitch. It was all there. Photocopies of private documents, screenshots of encrypted messages, and even a photo of Francis talking with that piece of shit, backwater senator. Charlotte could feel her teeth grind against each other as she held back, “Someone of my status?” “Yes your status. Upper middle class. Born to a family of seven, you paid your own way through college before a generous donation pushed you easily through medical school. From that point you played second fiddle to a conman who scammed two of the world's most elite families out of their fortunes.” “Earlier you acted like you didn’t know who we were.” Anita shrugged, “Can’t give everything away. I needed those idiot show crew out of the way before I got the ball rolling.” “So you’re not part of the crew?” Anita laughed, “Of course not. Paying off those idiots in California so that I could ‘have a shot at the bigtime’ was just so I could finally get into this freakshow of a gated community.” Charlotte felt calm wash over her. Even so much as to let a sigh of relief escape her lips, “Phew. For a moment you had me worried.” “As you still should be.” Anita pulled out her phone with a smile, “You think that just because the Vanderfelt family doesn't have access to their main accounts that they can’t have you out of the picture by nightfall. All it takes is one call.” Standing up Anita walked over to Charlotte’s side of the table and placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Look, they just wanted you out of the picture right away. I’m looking out for you with this contract. Take the money and go play your sick little fantasies with some peasant girl and let Reenee go back to her real parents.” Charlotte smiled up at Anita with not a hint of malice, “Her name is Mimi.” Anita growled, “Listen, bitch. You don’t get…” “Call them.” “What?” Charlotte stood up. It was moments like this that she thanked her parents for her abnormal height as she looked down on the girl in front of her, “Call them. Bebelus is our town. If you think any failed ‘elite’ can touch us here, you’re pathetic.” Anita quickly put distance between her and the domineering mommy. Quickly switching on the phone she hit a few buttons. The ‘interviewer’ eyed Charlotte as she called her employer. Smiling triumphantly after a second she spoke into the phone, “Yes, this is Anita. The bitch is being difficult and we can… oh… yes, one second.” Anita smirked as she lowered the phone and pressed a button on its face, “Okay. Mr. Vanderfelt, you are on speaker.” The voice was gruffer than usual, but Charlotte grinned as she recognized Francis. “Good. Now what is it that you need this time, Anita? You’ve been promising results for weeks.” Anita blushed, “Sir. I’m here with that woman we discussed last week. She’s become a liability.” “Is that so? Shall I have someone sent over to clean up?” “Yes, please. Only your best.” “They should be there shortly.” A second later, there was a ring at the door. Anita’s anxiety was written on her face, “That was quick. Did you send them earlier? As insurance?” “Charlotte, let them in please.” Charlotte walked gracefully over towards the door, past a dumbstruck Anita. “Right away, Sir.” “Wait…” The whimper behind her gave Charlotte goosebumps. As she opened the door, two large men in white nurses uniforms nodded towards her before walking past and headed directly towards Anita. “Wait, wait, WAIT! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Anita’s shouts were quickly cut off as Charlotte closed the front door. No worry in her mind that the shrieks and shouts from the woman who had just threatened her would wake her sleeping baby. The house was well built with plenty of insulation to keep sound pollution down. The turning of the key for the front door got her attention again as Francis giddily bounced into the room. “Did I miss much?” “No. The boys have her gagged, but that’s it.” Francis’s smile nearly cracked his face in two as he watched the two orderlies wrestle the crying woman into a full body sleeve with restraints. Charlotte leaned over towards Francis, “You know. If you leave her like that, she’s bound to make a mess.” “Meh. We will clean her up before processing.” Charlotte smiled as she looked up towards the camera in her living room. “Did you get excited while you watched?” “Oh of course. You so rarely get flustered.” It was Charlotte’s turn to pout, “You should have at least warned me. We could have found out where Mimi’s parents are hiding.” By now, Anita was fully bound. Unable to do anything more than squirm as one of the men left briefly to retrieve a wheelchair that she was immobilized further into. Francis walked up to the scowling woman who began to cower as he caressed her cheek. “Oh, that’s not a problem. They were picked up by Interpol weeks ago.” The bound girl’s eyes grew wide in shock. “That’s right. Ever since you got to talk to ‘Mr. Vanderfelt’ on the phone for the first time, you’ve been dealing with me.” Francis leaned in as he kissed the girl on her cheek, “I just needed to find the cute little detective bunny who had been snooping around my garden. Good thing I had the perfect carrot to get her out of hiding.” Charlotte jumped in, “All phone calls, internet connections, or communications of any variety are monitored in Bebelus. That along with any personel that would want to do a reality show here.” “After you bribed your way onto the show, all I had to do was pay just a teensy bit more to make sure the rest of the film crew was my people.” Francis nodded to the orderlies who promptly took the thrashing girl out and towards a van marked, “Bebelus Psychiatric Hospital.” Charlotte smiled as she watched the threat to her happy little life be carted away, “So is she the new special project you wanted help with? Not exactly the proportions you described.” Francis shook his head, “No, no. You’ll meet Pammy later today.” “Today?” “Yeah? Aren’t you coming?” Charlotte thought for a moment. “I didn’t really have plans with the whole camera crew thing. But I can stop over your house later tonight if you want.” Francis smiled, “You might want to check your phone.”

Hello, all. It is well past time for a new update. Things have been a bit crazy and by the time I get home in the evenings, posting is the last thing on my mind. I apologize for the delay. I hope you enjoy the next part. Part 4 Steven: Suffocating. The pressure surrounding him is like a lead blanket. Not too far off from the crushing pain in his chest from years ago when he was at his lowest. But this was a good pain, unlike that time. This torment had an end in sight, unlike that time. And now as he lay there, immobile, his mind went back to that fateful night, as well as the many nights that followed. Steven sat behind the counter at the gas station he worked at. What had once just been a part time job, was now the only means of keeping him afloat in this town filled with actual geniuses. Not fake geniuses like him, who would only shine in the most shallow of ponds, but prodigies that could illuminate an entire ocean. The ding of an artificial bell heralded one such fish as the sound of laughter filled the dull shop floor. Steven watched as Francis strode past the counter and into the snacks aisle, followed by a possy of MIT students. From the snippets of conversation Steven could make out between laughter and internet one liners it became apparent that the group was only stopping in for a snack before hitting a party. Must be nice. It’s only a Wednesday and it looks like they can drop everything for a party that’ll mean nothing to them in a few months. Sure hope they don’t forget about an assignment, or about an important test. It would really suck if they had to drop out and… The bang of soda on the counter pulled the minimum wage worker out of his dark thoughts. “Ope. Sorry bout that. Didn’t mean to drop it all so quickly.” Steven looked up to see Francis looking directly at him. It brought a slight blush to his cheeks. The guy was a hotshot dick, but his smile was something else… Not that Steven was gay or anything, its just that… “Hey, don’t I know you?” The diligent worker that he was, Steven was already ringing the wide array of heart disease inducing snacks when Francis once again interrupted his inner thoughts. “Um… yeah. We had Vibration Analysis together two years ago.” “I knew it. Steven right!” Francis was all smiles. The rest of his group didn’t pay the clerk any mind, but Steven could feel Francis’s smile like a spotlight. “Do you remember my name?” “Oh? Yeah, yeah. You’re Francis, right?” “You got it. Hey guys,” Francis turned towards the group, “It’s Steven. Becca, you remember him, from VA freshman year? Sat two seats away from you.” The look on the girls face said it all; no, she had no clue. Even the halfhearted smile and wave wasn’t convincing, “Oh yeah. How are you?” Of course she wouldn’t remember me. That moment in the sun was gone, and the pile of carbs was now neatly wrapped in plastic bags. Steven pushed them across towards the group. “Good. I’ve been good. That’ll be $37.65. Cash or credit?” Francis pulled out his card and put it into the chip reader, to a loud angry beep. “Oops. Finicky things. This never happened with the swipes.” Just let this be over with. “Yeah. I know, right?” “Hey guys. I’ll handle this. Go wait for me at the car.” The group, happy to have someone else pay for the snacks, was more than obliged to leave the awkward social outcast and head back into the night. Once they had left Francis turned back to face the counter with a devilish smile. He held up the card only for it to show a cartoon redhead with smile on the front of it. Confused, Steven mumbled out, “Uh, is that a Wendy’s giftcard?” “Yup. What? You think my card was gonna decline?” Steven shook his head, “No, no. That’s not at all…” Francis put the card away and pulled out an actual debit card before sliding it into the card reader. This time no loud beep as the college student began putting in his credentials. “Just pulling your chain. So anyway. Me and the gang are headed to a place called Warehouse 43. Big place on the south side. Doesn’t open more than a few times a month. Always packed with whatever a guy could want… If ya know what I mean.” “I… I don’t” “You got any plans tonight after your shift? When do you get off?” Steven felt the conversation spiraling far out of his comfort zone. Rubbing his arms he tried to laugh it off, “Haha. I’m off at 11, but I already promised my roomates that I uh… need to help him with his pet.” “Why would you lie about that?” Gone was the smile, but instead of hostility, Francis was looking at Steven with genuine concern. Truth be told, Steven didn’t have much of anything planned after his shift. Maybe smoke a little with his roommate before crashing in his bed and waking up to do it all over again. “I’m… I didn’t lie.. I just.” “Look. I’m not gonna make you come, but I’ve already paid for eight entrances and Linda can’t make it, so why don’t you just swing by after your shift. If you don’t like it, you can leave, but it’ll be a fun time and I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.” Francis picked up the bags and began to head to the door. “See ya soon.” What the fuck just happened? —------------------------------------- It was already midnight by the time Steven got to the front of, you guessed it, a warehouse. However instead of the sound of a workshop, the steady pulse of a rhythm shook the glass on the outside of the building. The rest of the street was empty, but the colorful lights and security guard posted out front said that this was the right place. “Umm… Hey.” The guard looked at him in mild irritation, but gave no response. “Um. I don’t have a ticket or anything but my buddy inside said he had one for me.” “Riiiiight? Okay, what’s your buddy's name and what’s he look like?” Immediately the cruel prank became apparent. Looking towards the windows, Steven expected to see Francis and the rest of his group laughing at him. An extra ticket? You’ll have fun? What a joke. “Ne… nevermind. I’m… just gonna go.” “Steven?” Turning around he saw Becca from earlier standing in the doorway. “Come on. Francis told me to bring you in when you got here. I’ve been waiting for like, an hour.” The security guard turned around, “He’s with you?” Becca scoffed, “Yeah, well… kinda.” Thanking the security guard as he walked in, Steven was amazed by the incredible scene in front of him. All manner of dancing, music, drinking, and other less than scholarly activities were taking place at this underground club. He felt a tug on his arm as he was looking around as Becca pulled him over to a booth past the bar. Shouting above the music Becca told him to stay put and wait for Francis to get back. Feeling the nerves once again, Steven pulled out his phone. That way he wouldn’t have to look into the sea of strangers and could just wait for someone more friendly to help him dive into the fun. Zero texts meant go check snapchat. Zero messages meant twitter. No new messages, but at least he could pass the time. Pushing down the temptation he avoided “those kind of tweets” and kept it more public friendly, however… How long have I been here? Where is anyone? Steven would have settled for Becca at this point, but it looked like the entire Francis gang was anywhere but here. Once again fear gripped the young man’s heart as he searched the balconies for laughing faces. Is this really a set up? Am I being filmed. Why would they do that? Why not just leave me alone to my sad, pathetic, fucking life? Convinced that this was all a waste Steven got up only for the very person he was waiting for to suddenly appear. “Steven! Hey. Are you enjoying yourself?” Francis smiled at him, once again looking Steven in the eyes and filling him with all the charismatic energy that felt so good. “Listen, this is a friend of mine, Hannah. Could you keep her company? She’s not feeling too well with all the heat upstairs. There’s some private rooms down the hall. Take my keys and you can get into room seven.” And like the whirlwind that he was, Francis had come, switched everything up, left Steven with a girl, and was headed right back into the crowd. Before he could do anything Steven felt his arm being pulled into the direction of the hallway and soon found himself unlocking room seven with Francis’s keys. The room itself was much quieter. Speakers were playing the same music that was on the floor, but at least Steven could feel himself think. Leather couches, a T.V. with a livestream of the dancefloor, and a table was all that were in the room, but at least it didn’t look like some kind of half made up backroom. “Do… uh. Do you want a drink or something.” Flirting wasn’t his best skill, but he at least knew that Francis had basically handed him a prime opportunity. Maybe if he showed the group that he was cool enough to get a girl, then maybe nights like this could… keep happening? Getting a better look at her, Steven immediately felt awkward. Hannah was several inches taller, obviously fit, and with conservative makeup and glossy brown hair, he immediately knew that his unkempt wrinkled shirt self was batting way out of his league. Sitting down on the couch, she patted the spot next to her and smiled, “Maybe in a bit. Come sit with me.” Maybe I can do this! Strutting over to the couch, Steven sat down with a huff and let his arm lay around the girl he had literally just met. “Thanks. It was heh…” the nerves kept tripping him up as flem got caught in his throat halfway his attempt, “Hehe. It was hot out there. And loud.” “Mhm. Very hot and very loud. Just like it is most nights.” The silence was deafening. What do I say next? What do I say? Social panic gripped Steven’s chest, but he managed to squeak out, “Oh, yeah. So do you come here often?” “Did you really just ask me that?” She smiled down at him like a cat toying with a mouse. His arm suddenly felt awkward draped up across her shoulders. Quickly pulling it back he tried to recover, “Yeah. STupid, right? I just meant that… you said that…” Suddenly Steven felt his mouth filled with a tongue that wasn’t his own. “Mmmph!” Hannah pulled back and licked her lips, “Not the best kisser, but we can work on that.” “What are you…” “Steven was it?” Steven nodded. His mind was awash with emotions. Fear, confusion… lust? Hannah put a little distance between them and grabbed his hands. Putting them both in her lap she assuaged him, “You don’t need to act like a big macho man.” What? She continued, “You don’t need to put on a brave face, or pretend to be something you’re not, or even try to impress me.” “But I…” Steven felt himself pulled into a hug. The smell of her perfume and the feel of her sheen dress bulging across her chest was a powerful combination, immediately removing any apprehension he had. She pushed some of his hair back and whispered into his ear, “I want you to just relax with me for a bit. Just be yourself, because you yourself are enough.” Her words hit like a freight train. Steven was the smart kid. The child star. The one that was shown off whenever his parents took him to a new house. He had above a 4.0 with his advanced classes in highschool and had a near full ride to the haven of all science nerds; MIT. But after that… “Let it all out.” Steven could feel the tears pouring from his eyes. The salty wet sting on his cheeks as he felt himself crying into Hannah. “I… I didn’t… My parents don’t even know.” “Know what?” “That I dropped… hick… dropped out. They’re… they’re gonna think I’m a fail.. Failure.” He choked back as much of the sobs as he could, but months of lying to his friends and family back home. Pretending like he was still on track to be the success they all thought he was. Coming to terms with his own failure, with his own shitty life. And now crying in a nightclub onto a pretty girl that the king of class had pushed on him. “I gotta… gotta go.” Steven wanted to leave. This was a mistake. He needed to go. Go home. Go home and never leave. The hand on the back of his head instead pulled him forward. As his legs pushed him off the ground, his upper half was pulled further along the couch. Falling forward, Steven found himself looking up at Hannah from her lap as she continued to rub his hair. “Stay here. Let it all out and tell me all about it.” —---------------------------------------- That night Steven had spent hours pouring his entire soul to Hannah. This stranger who without any pity or any mockery listened to his entire story. She hadn’t given any advice, or cliche one liners, just nodded along and continued to push him to tell her everything. Apparently at some point the party had died down and numbers were exchanged between the two with promises to meet up for lunch and then… maybe more. Bright light poured across poor Stevie’s eyes. Memories from years ago were washed away as the blindfold was pulled away to reveal the loving eyes of his dear sweet Mommy. Next came the headphones and then the locking pacifier. Drool coated his cheeks and movement felt sluggish to Steven as the world was blurred past the face of the woman he loved and loved him. “Hi, baby boy. Did you have a fun nappy time? Let’s check that diapie.” It felt like coming down from a high. Everything was there, but the order was off. Steven felt like each order he gave his body was out of order as he called out. “Mmmmm…. Mama!” “That’s right, baby. Mama is here. And it looks like Mama’s little boy soaked his pampers for her. Isn’t that right, Stevie?” He let out a gurgle and a coo for her. Whatever files she had him listen to were strong. He felt the air wip through his sweat caked hair as she easily lifted him up and out of the crip. He squirmed inside the thick plush costume that both made him look like a life size teddy bear and immobilized his arms and legs. As he was laid down on top of his baby blue dinosaur changing table, Steven continued to soak in his own infantilized bliss. “Mama. Maaamaa. Mama.” The feeling of love and affection he felt for the woman currently untaping his soaked through triple diapers was overwhelming. It felt like his heart would jump out of his chest from the mere sight of her. It was the true unmitigated love a child has for his mother that he felt. No societal pressure. No advanced thoughts. Just pure love. “My oh, my. Looks like this tape was a success. Okay sweety,” Hannah kissed the top of his head as she said the trigger, “Mommy wants her big boy.” All the swirling emotions began to fade as clarity came back to Steven. Refocusing his eyes he smiled back up at his girlfriend/mommy. “That was amazing.” “I bet it was.” She giggled, “Now, let’s get you out of this suit.” One change later and Steven was now in his favorite shortalls with a frog onesie and more reasonably thick camies diaper. Underwear was a luxury he wouldn’t see until she had a reason to take him out to more adult company. Sitting at the table the pair began to dig into their Friday lunch of french onion soup and garlic butter baked salmon. “Are you excited to see your friends tonight?” “Huh.” Steven slurred out from behind his full mouth. “Chew baby boy. It’s the first Friday of the month. Did you forget?” Steven bounced in his seat, “I get to see Mimi and Elise tonight!?!?” Hannah nodded, “Mmhmm. And Claire. And Vicky. And Olive.” At the last name Steven winced. Ever the perceptive one, Hannah noted his reaction, “Oh come now. You and Olive are friends. You said you had so much fun at her house a few weeks ago.” Steven shuddered. If she ever finds out I was smoking with Matt and the guys down by the gas station… “Steven…” The warning had him pale white. “Yes, Mommy?” Her glare was one of the things he absolutely loved about Hannah. The way she could get him to cave with just a look. To make him feel like a toddler with such minimal effort. She sighed heavily before relenting, “I’m sure that when you see her, you’ll have a blast like you always do. Now finish your food so we can get going. Mommy has a special outfit she wants to put on you after you finish being a mucky baby with your food.” Steven smiled as he looked down at his already stained bib. “Yes, Mommy!” —----------------------------------------- Steven looked at himself in the mirror. The blue sailor suit was far from the look he would have had back when he had first started “officially” dating Hannah. Ready to hide any kind of embarrassing side of himself, Steven was dead set on being as presentable for the girl he was quickly falling in love with as possible. Sure, she would often pay for the dates, and yeah her arms went over his when they hugged, but he could always open doors for her, or text her good morning… so long as she wasn’t up well before him. While he continued to work at the gas station, Hannah was just finishing up her senior year of Production Engineering at MIT. While at first it may have hurt Steven’s pride to be dating a girl who was graduating from the school he failed out of, she was just… just that awesome. Every time she seemed to open her mouth, genius just poured from her lips. It was like talking to Einstein. She didn’t just deal with engineering either. Biology, history, electronics, current events, politics, and hell even quantum physics. He was often way out of the loop on whatever topic she was talking about, but she would do that thing where she tilted her head, smiled down at him, and then explained everything to him like he was five. Something that admittedly had butterflies squirming in his stomach. Even when he tried to explain that she should be with someone better than him (during one of his less than pleasant drunken nights out) she had just calmly reassured him. Putting his head in her lap the same way she had the first night they had met. Every up and down they went through seemed to effortlessly be fixed by Hannah, as Steven would be left feeling the hollow combination of relief and guilt. Even the night he told his parents. The night where he had hit his lowest. The night where everything had come to a head. Where he had yelled, where he had cried… where he had begged his parents not to cast him out. Where he had thought that nothing had mattered anymore. When he had truly thought he was a failure, who deserved nothing in his life. She had been there. Hannah had been there to pick him up and put him back together. Where he had dropped out, she had graduated at the top of her class. Where he was working at a dead end job for minimum wage, she had started a senior level position for a rapid prototyping company. Where he lived in a three bedroom apartment with two other roommates, she already had a downpayment on a home. He had cried into her bosom once again as he lamented the loss of his family. It was the one thing, the most important thing she would never do for him. Even as she consoled him. Told him he could live with her, that he could take a break from his crappy job, that he could pick himself back up with her, Steven felt that self doubt. She’s too good for me. I’m nothing. Just an empty person with nothing special about me. She doesn’t even know. I haven’t even had the courage to tell her. “Yeah. But…” “But what?” She stroked his back. Steven felt the sob in the back of his throat choke him. This was it. He would set her free. He would end everything here and show her just how much of a freak he was so that she could actually be happy with someone who actually deserved her. He turned to look up at her, tears once again staining his cheeks as he asked, “But, would you be my Mommy?” It felt more like an accusation than a question. A spearhead to launch at her, to finish this whole thing. Of the months he had held back his ABDL desires from her. Hiding his phone. Not following her on twitter. Hiding his diapers. Steven couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t see the disgust written across her upturned lip. The disapproval. The shock. The denial. He wanted the best for her, but the idea that he would never see her again, that he would never hold her again, kiss her again, that she would never be his mo… Soft arms wrapped around his head and brought his face to her chest, “Of course I’ll be your Mommy!” What? “What?” Steven felt numb. Like his soul had left his body and he was watching the scene from afar. Hannah smiled at him, “After all. Every baby boy needs his mommy.” —---------------- Hannah fussed over the sailor outfit Steven had worn to his playdate after they got home. Sure he might complain that it was a PLAY date and that his clothes should be made to PLAY in, but Mommy was sure to fuss whenever he got some of his special clothes dirty or wrinkled. It was just who she was. Rather than disgust or aversion to the whole ABDL fetish that Steven had kept secret from her, Hannah jumped right in. It was only much later that Steven had found out that she had known from the start about his desires, but at the time, having someone who would indulge on his most rigidly kept desires was a dream come true. When he had moved into their first home with Hannah, Steven was shocked to not only find that she expected him to sleep in a separate room from her, but that she had a fully stocked nursery for him. Gone were his video game counsels and anime posters. Replaced with infantile furniture and cute elementary school decals. She had made it so easy to actually “start over”. It was the beginning of his blissful return to babyhood, or so he had thought. A swift smack on his bottom returned Steven to the present. “Not only did I have to give my messy baby boy a spanking in front of all our friends, but now I also find that you snuck some pudding from poor Uncle Mark’s fridge.” Holding up the front handkerchief Hannah pointed to the offending spot that Steven had missed in his hurry to clean up Elise and his naughty escapades. “But, Mama. Elise said that we could have a snack since we were being so good.” As Steven turned he went rigid at the sight of Hannah’s frown. SWAT! Steven was pushed forward as his cooled mess was spanked once again. Hannah grabbed a handful of the back of his diaper before continuing her onslaught, “Even if I believed that for a second, you know that you have been anything but a good boy since we left the house.” He had really tried. “Fussing over dinner.” She really couldn’t blame him for not wanting to eat those mushy prunes, carrots, potatoes, and roast. “Trying to use your big boy shoes.” The light up sneakers she had “made” for him made him wobble. Something about the inside of the souls felt like they shifted occasionally between steps. “Complaining about your diaper.” The mess in the back of it before he had even arrived meant that the girls would all make fun of him. He didn’t ALWAYS want to be the biggest baby around. “And tattling on your friend.” Steven turned with tears in his eyes, “Mommy you already punished me for all that. I ate my food, and wore my sneakers, and got my spanking in my stinky diaper!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the changing table, “That’s right. Which means all we have left to do is take care of your punishment for messing up your brand new sailor outfit and taking a snack without permission.” Steven was always amazed by how strong Hannah was. Sure she worked out, and sure she had him on a diet that meant he weighed no more than 110lbs soaking wet, but still. The squelch of his diaper and the popping of his snaps acted almost as triggers. Steven laid back onto the table and separated himself from the situation. Squirmy babies, were naughty babies and when Mommy had a messy diaper to change, she wanted her little boy as still as possible. Thinking back on it, Steven couldn’t really say who exactly was more excited about his return to toddlerhood. Sure, it had been his fantasy, but Hannah seemed like she had been planning something like this from before they had even met. The standard affair was all there. Diapers, crib, changing table, more diapers, babyish clothes, pacifiers, booties, mittens, and even more diapers. But things that he never thought he ever would see were also included. A rocking horse with built in pleasure toys, a baby swing meant to keep him occupied for hours, a bouncer that fit him perfectly, a highchair that reclined to make feeding himself nearly impossible, and then… the other things. Hannah was well versed in just about anything Steven could think of. Which meant that if she could think it up, she either knew someone who could make it, or she could make it herself. Plush restraint outfits (like the bear he had worn early), hypnosis files to make him act more babyish, forms of chastity and restraints that boggled his mind, all manner of medication, and psychological tricks that kept him hungry for even more. Sure, he was a willing participant, but this was Hannah’s game. She was a player, the rulemaker, the game designer, and the final judge. If she wanted him hopelessly filling his diaper for weeks, that’s what he was going to do. If she wanted him embarrassed with wet pants at a nightclub, the only thing he could do was braise for the ridicule. He had only threatened to leave once. Back during a time when he still felt some control of his life. Back when he thought that this game that he loved so much was even partially influenced by his will. “There we go. All clean. But what’s this?” Steven felt the cold steel wrap around his baby bits as she cood at him. “Oh, no. It looks like mister cage wants to play with my little boy tonight. Sorry honey. No cummies in your diaper until mister cage decides he wants to go home.” It was all a standard affair. Mommy knew just how to keep Steven where she wanted him. Even after a full day of what most would consider torture, Steven was excited for some humpy time in his crib tonight. The embarrassment, lack of control, and punishments had only fueled his desires. The conflict of punishment and pleasure were too much for the adult baby at times. “But it gets so dark in my wittle boys diapie. I don’t want mister cage to get lonesome.” Steven felt her long slippery finger enter his rectum. The prostate stimulation had him slightly elevate his back and push his bottom further into the thick padding of his night time diaper. “Oh goodness. Thank you misses buzzbuzz. It’s so nice of you to volunteer to play with mister cage while Stevie is being punished.” The vibrator slid effortlessly into Steven’s lubed anus, causing his member to swell against its restrictive cage, completely unable to swell to its desired girth. Quickly the diaper was taped up, with locking panties pulling the cottony fluff closer to his body. The vibrator sprang to life and caused Steven to squirm as he was helped into his crawler gear. A sleeper that had been modified to prevent him from straightening his legs, painful spikes in the feet, extra padding on his knees, and built in mittens to prevent him from actually being able to grip anything. Steven had expected a locking pacifier for his night of edging and no relief, but instead he was picked up and cuddled up against his mommy. “All that sugar means my little guy is probably still wide awake. Why don’t you come downstairs with Mommy and she will let you play for a little bit, while she watches her shows?” The question was more of a statement. For the next several hours Steven was sat in front of Hannah while she watched the late night news. He was told to play with his toys on the carpet, but could not escape the rising level of horniness he felt. His eyes felt blurry, his cheeks rosy, and his bottom wiggled against its padding while the stimulation of his prostate continued. At one point he even found himself humping his stuffed dragon. Unable to get relief, but desperate for it. Mommy had subtly turned the TV down as she pulled out her phone to document the naughty behavior. Evidence she used to justify not only his current “playtime”, but a full night of it in his crib. Come morning, Steven was very ready to be Mommy’s good little boy, with one small caveat. —----- For weeks Steven fantasized about what he had heard from Elise at their playdate. An entire week of cameras meant that he would not have to follow Mommy’s rules on his own terms. Instead of begging and compromising for his big boy time, he would get to act like the adult he actually was. Years of being treated like the submissive he was meant that he had often fantasized about reversing the roles. Dreaming about the time that he could diaper his Mommy, where he would be in charge of Hannah, and where he would be the one dealing out spankings to his own babygirl. He would have to be smart about this. Slim as the chances were, Steven fully dedicated himself to the idea that him and his friends winning the contest was a sure thing. Over the weeks leading up to that most happy day where Elise had told them that they had won, Steven had laid the groundwork for his plans. That night, after a incredibly arousing display from both an infantile Olive as well as the one from Elise and her Daddy, Steven and Hannah had rushed home for a night of incredible sex. Hannah had been more than obligued to use her own methods of dominance to get Steven begging for release, much like his friend had with her own “parent”. As they lay in bed Steven had broached the subject. Bringing up the contest and how he would have to give interviews, show the crew the house, and basically play the part of stay at home husband while the crew was there. As he lay his head against Hannah’s exposed breast the next part of his plan nearly caught in his throat. “So um… I guess this means that we won’t be baby and mommy for a week, huh?” She stroked his head with eyes closed, “Mmmhmm. Looks like it.” “So I guess you’re going to have to clean up all my toys.” He smiled up at her. A quick smack on is butt was followed by the phrase Steven was waiting for, “They aren’t my toys, baby boy.” YES! She acts all big and mighty, but I can guess what she’ll say often enough. “Okay…” Steven feigned his annoyance before putting out the last trap, “but I wanna reward for being a good boy for a whole week!” “Oh? You think you can be a good boy for a whole week?” Blush came to his cheeks, “Yup! I can do it.” “Okay then, mush toosh. Tell me about what you want. A new toy?” “It’s a secret.” That got her attention. “A secret. Baby boy, you know Mommy doesn’t want her little baby keeping secrets.” Steven looked down, hiding his smile, if he gave in now, he'd have nowhere to go. Looking up with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could Steven whimpered, “Because its a surprise for you too!” Hook, line, and sinker. Hannah had gobbled up his words like the bait they were and allowed him to have access to their computer unsupervised. Of course the credit card statement had put him in hot water, but he begged her to at least postpone his punishment until after she saw what he had bought. The week before the show was to take place, Steven had diligently cleaned up anything that babyish that he could find in the house proper and stored what he could in the nursery or attic. Several times, Hannah had offered to help, only for him to wine about ruining the surprise. The changes on the couch would be well worth it in the end as the first day of shooting, Hannah had finally let Steven out of his thick diapers and into something thinner. The Cars underwear might have been childish, but if his plans worked out, they would be the only pair he would ever have the embarrassment of being pulled up his legs. Now it was his turn to be in charge. Introductions went well and the paperwork was signed. Steven was slightly miffed that he had to let Hannah sign for most of it, but in the end her name was one almost everything the pair owned. The walkthrough of the house went well enough until he came towards the door leading towards his new life. The nursery was well lit and he had “accidentally” left the door slightly ajar. As he moved past it, he pretended to not see the pastel colors and prominent crib bars that lay well within sight of the crew. They had seemed confused when he told them it wasn’t on the tour right now, but would come back to later. The crew had shrugged and moved on. Next came the joint interview. Steven was feeling confidant. All he had to do now was steer the conversation in the direction that he wanted. “So it’s very easy to say that we are truly in love with one another. I’d never want to start a family with anyone but Hannah.” He said as he patted her thigh. The interviewer nodded along and asked, “Oh. So you do intend to start a family? Well it looks like you are well on your way with the nursery down the hall.” Hannah looked to Steven with confusion on her face. “Honey, I thought you didn’t want to show them that room.” The interviewer interjected, “Oh, Mrs. Reighley he didn’t. The door was a little cracked open and we happened to see in. You both might be young, but preparing for a family is nothing to be ashamed of.” Steven tried to look shy as he looked towards his wife, “I guess the jig is up.” Hannah smiled back at him, “You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.” This could not be going more perfectly. “I want to show them.” Hannah’s eyes went wide, “Well if you say so.” The couple led the crew to the room Steven had spent so long on. Had hide so well. Now it was time to put his plan into action. Opening the door all the crew saw were soft pinks and purples. Gone were the dinosaur and car themes. Replaced with fairies and princesses. The well stocked changing table was now lined with girly diapers and covers while the coverings had been changed over to fit a little girl’s room. “And this is Hannah’s room.” Steven grinned at Hannah’s wide eyes. “Come on honey. Let’s show these people who you are inside.” There was no denying it. Everything from the color scheme, to the toys, to the decorations screamed babygirl. Not a hint that it was actually Steven who would often sleep here with thick padding and childish clothing. Even the open dresser was filled with poofy dresses and skirts. The price had been the one point that Steven had feared, but with what Mommy… ehem… with what Hannah was making between all her businesses, he could splurge like this once a month and still be in the green. And now he would have all the blackmail he would need to permanently change the dynamic of their relationship. What woman wants to spend her entire life looking after a pathetic, diaper wearing wimp. None. That’s why this was now or never. He would prove to her that he was just as much a man as anyone else. That he could take charge and be someone she looked up to every now and again. Sure he was going to miss the feel of padding around his own waste, but over time they would probably settle for something in the middle, but now it was his turn to be dominant. “Okay, up you hop.” Surprising enough, Hannah didn’t fight back. The look on her face was unreadable and Steven felt his heart quicken as he began to worry. He would just have to push through. “My, oh my. These aren’t appropriate for such a little girl.” He smiled at being able to use a version of the phrase he had so often been told himself. “I always wear panties.” He deadpan voice replied. Gulping hard, Steven steeled his nerves, “Silly girl. You wear diapers. Nice thick diapers so you don’t make messes on the floor.” It was a struggle but eventually Steven was able to hoist his wife up onto the changing table and lift the dress up to her chest.” The camera crew were silent as they continued to film the scene before them. Stevene had thought about exposing his wife to the world like this, but he knew she would be able to take care of things. If not her, then he could always make a call to Francis. He wouldn’t want this getting out anymore than Steven would. So in the mean time, he would get every embarrassing moment out of his new baby girl that he could. That way, he’d finally have a leg up on her. “Now let’s get you all safe and secure.” Steven felt his heart thumping in his chest as he unfurled the pink princess diaper. Before he even swatted her thighs, Hannah had already lifted his butt off the changing table so he could place the diaper under her. Wait? Why is she going along with this? I had thought she would fight back. Does she actually want this? With renewed confidence Steven cood down at her, “Awww. Such a good girl for Daddy. Looks like someone was eager for a new diapie.” As he pulled the front of the diaper up, he realised how short it was. Nervously laughing he pulled the diaper a little bit out only to see that he pulled a little too far. Oh well, it’ll still work like this. As Steven finished taping the diaper onto Hannah he frowned. The tapes were a little crooked and the padding between her legs didn’t bunch up like it did with him. Was this just how a diaper looked on a woman’s figure. Hannah hopped down off the table without prompting and faced the camera with a disappointed look. “Okay, now get a close up of the diaper.” She really is into this! “That’s right. I bet everyone wants to see the baby girl’s dia…” Hannah cut him off, “The tapes are crooked and too loose.” Pulling the legbands the camera got a perfect angle of the gab between her padding and the skin. “And with this much sag the diaper would either leak or slide off after just one wetting.” Steven panicked as he tried to recover, “That’s okay. These nice ruffled plastic panties will hold everything together.” No one seemed to give him any concern as Hannah continued, “Playing dress up with your babies can be a fun activity, but there always comes a point were the adult needs to assert themself.” She’s turning things back. Gotta stop this. “Uh… Oh? You don’t want to play dress up anymore baby? But I know how much you love your princess dress.” Running over to the dresser Steven half haphazardly pulled out the brand new princess dress. It was pink with more frills than dress and was the first thing he planned to put on his babyfied wife. “Steven.” Her cold voice brought a standstill to the air. “Uh, umm… yes?” “Mommy smells a stinky.” What? “I’m not sure what you are…” Stven watched as the world grew around him. He already had to look up at mommy, but now the camera crew all looked like twice his height. Looking down at himself, he realised he was squating… wait! Why was he squating? The feel of babyish mess spread out from his bottom as the poop filled his underwear and spilled out into his pants. Without the thickness of a diaper, the smell of poop filled the room immediatly as the camera trained itself on his humiliating form. “Wha… what? How? How did you…” It didn’t make sense. He had no control of his body or bowels until the deed was finished. Slowly, Steven stood up as he felt a lead ball sink into his stomach. “Most parents use punishments or rewards to keep their babies in line, but I find that sometimes a little bit of mental suggestion can help. Mommy thinks its time for a changie!” Her sing song voice pierced deep into his mind as Steven found himself walking over to the changing table. As he felt his body hoist itself up and lay back he watched as his wife easy tore the diaper he had taped on her off before retrieving her panties and sliding them back up her legs. The interviewer looked him over with mild amusement, “So it’s like hypnosis. He had no control over himself.” Mommy began to chuckle as she walked over and begun unbuttoning Stevens ruined pants. “Oh, no. Hypnosis like it’s portrayed in movies or TV isn’t real. What it truly is, is powerful suggestion. In other words,” Mommy looked down at Steven for the first time. Her smile looked like a wolf as she eyed up the naughty boy in front of her cowing him instantly, “is that this is all his doing. Steven just messed himself when Mommy suggested it, and then like a good little boy he is now ready to get back into his baby boy clothes.” The interviewer looked around, “Baby ‘boy’?” Steven could feel the tears sting his eyes. “Looks like someone took Mommy’s credit card and bought a whole bunch of girly things. Is my baby Steven actually my baby Stephany?” Steven yelled out in frustration, “This isn’t fair. You didn’t tell me about that trigger!” The interviewer looked puzzled, “Trigger?” Mommy smiled as she began cleaning up the soiled Cars undies Steven had destroyed (a fact that had the camera crew chuckling). “Yes, a trigger. One of my phrases that starts the suggestive response. Stephanie has many of them that Mommy uses to keep her in line.” It was too much. As always Hannah had won with barely any effort, but this time hurt so much worse. “I’m notta girl!” “Okay. Okay. It looks like someone is fit to throw a tantrum. Cheryl, could you and the crew step out for a minute while I have a nice talk with the baby.” The interview, who’s name was apparently Cheryl, nodded before taking her team out and closing the nursery door behind them. Hannah smiled down at Steven, “So baby. Is this the surprise you had planned? You thought you could just lie to the TV people and suddenly Mommy would become the baby?” The diaper was pulled out and placed under the now clean bottom of a still crying Steven, “I wanted… wanted to show you that I could take… take charge.” “And why would Mommy ever need her baby to take charge?” she hummed. “Aren’t you embarrassed by me? I bet you’d be happier with some guy like Mark, or Francis, or… ow!” The quick slap on his bottom and fierce glare from Mommy had Steven recoil into himself. She spoke firmly, “You stop that kind of talk right now. There is no one on the planet more perfect for me that you. Got it?” Smack! “Yesh, mommy.” The diaper was now taped up and his big boy clothes were in the garbage pail. It looks like he was the baby. But instead of feeling regret or sorrow, Steven felt a wave of relief wash over him. The crinkle of his diaper, the smoothness of the powder on his skin, and the most important thing of all was the safety he felt now that Mommy was in control. He had been silly to try and one up her. Of course Mommy would win. She always did, and it was that consistency that soothed his soul more than anything else. “So about all this.” Mommy smiled as she came walking back with the same frilly dress Steven had just dropped on the floor when he pooped himself. “Until each and every diaper is full, full, full, up to the brim,” She leaned down menacingly, “It looks like I’ll get to play with my baby girl Stephanie.” Mommy always wins.

Part 3: Claire Claire had been stupid. Claire had been reckless. She had jumped at an opportunity too good to believe and she had rushed herself and her sister into the end of a single barrel shotgun. The shock of the lights turning on in the “empty” kitchen had brought the sisters to their knees and the sight of cold, unfeeling steel being pointed towards her and her sister, had Claire covering Vicky with as much of her own body as well. She was the big sister, she was the responsible one, she was the one who was supposed to protect Vicky, but once again she had failed. The man in front of her was like a giant. Fiery red hair on the top of his head and his exposed chest under the open bathrobe. He looked to be in his early thirties without a sign of grey in his beard, nor any slack in his body. He hadn’t shouted at the two, he hadn’t announced his presence in any way other than the racking of a shell. No words escaped her lips as she trembled. She wasn’t religious, but at this point, she would have prayed to any god that would listen. “What the hell are you two doing here?” His voice was low and threatening. Claire wanted to apologize, tell him it was a mistake, tell him anything, but her voice was caught in her throat. “Harold?” A female voice called out from the staircase. “Honey, is it safe to come out?” “You can come out now. I found the two of them in the kitchen. Come down here and get the police on the line.” “No! Wait!” Claire shouted, but quickly piped down when the man, Harold, re-trained his gun on her. “And why shouldn’t I have the cops haul you off to jail? You broke into my home. My home with my wife!” They couldn’t get caught. Jerome had people in prison. If they got sent there, then it was all over. Everything she was working to avoid, everything she had built up from nothing. Gone. “I’m… we’re just… it was an accident and…” “An accident that you broke into my home?” “Yes… er no” Harold stepped forward and racked another round, ejecting the first slug as he shouted, “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you? What if I had just shot you? What if I didn’t wait, huh? Do you value your lives so little that you were willing to throw them away, just at the chance of what? Stealing a few material possessions? For money?” A woman stepped into view in a matching robe, this one fully closed. “Harold, who is it? What do they wan…” Rounding the corner the woman looked past her damp brown hair at Claire and Vicky. “Oh, Harold. It’s just two little girls. Stop pointing that gun at them.” “Matty, you don’t know what is going on. They could have knives, they could be on drugs. Just call the cops and let’s get them out of our home.” Okay, maybe I can get this woman to let us go. “Please, ma’am I don’t…” Once again Claire was cut off by Harold, “You don’t talk to my wife.” Smack! “Harold. Put the gun down. You’ve frightened the one near to death. She’s wet herself on the floor.” Matty put the newspaper down after slapping Harold across the arm with it. Getting between him and the girls Claire watched as the woman reached out a hand. “Come on hun. No need to be scared of the mean old bear. Let’s get you cleaned up and in something dry. Can you tell me your names?” Claire felt like she was on a roller coaster. She was caught, then threatened with a gun, then threatened with the cops, then saved, and now she could feel the warm pee spreading across her butt as the puddle formed under her sister. “Um… her name is Vicky ma’am. She doesn’t er… talk. Sorry.” “Awwww. Vicky, what a lovely name. Mine is Mathilda.” There was silence for a moment as Matty held out her hand to Vicky. Eventually, Claire felt her sister moving her arms and watched as she slowly reached out to gently set her hand into the woman’s. “That’s a good girl. Looks like you also got a little on your friend. But don’t worry, we can have you both fresh as a daisy in no time.” “I’m err… her sister, ma’am.” Matty pulled Vicky to her feet with Claire following suit. Harold was no longer pointing the gun at either of them, but he had it lowered, ready to pull it up should the need arise. Matty gently guided Vicky past Harold as she continued to talk to the two girls. “That’s very nice, dear. What’s your name then?” “Claire.” “What a sweet name. Now, Honey? I’m going to take Vicky and Claire up to the bath to get them cleaned up. Can you give a call to Francis? He should still be in the area and can probably give a helping hand.” “Matty. I don’t think that this is a good idea. We know absolutely nothing about these girls. I know what you're thinking, but I wouldn’t…” “I don’t think you have any idea what I’m thinking.” Matty cut Harold off quickly as she smiled at the two girls. “Now, let's be off. Careful where you step girls. No need to stain the carpet. The cleaners will be in next week, but no reason to give them more work than necessary.” Claire felt herself go into a horrible combination of autopilot and paralyzing fear. After her and her sister were led to the stairs she could no longer see that man with the gun, but she was sure all it would take was a quick call from this woman and he would be right there. The only place she had been able to take in up to this point was the kitchen after she broke into the side window. After seeing the inground pool and the wall to ceiling double paned windows she knew this wasn’t your average American home, but walking through what must have been the den really set in stone that Claire and Vicky had broken into one of the one percenter’s homes. Looking around she couldn’t help to notice all the things that she could sell for a week's worth of food and hotel stays. Expensive looking vases, pictures, and all kinds of electronic crap that no person could ever really need. Focus. I got to get us out of here. When she turns her back I gotta find another window. We can go to the community pool we passed on the way and wash our clothes, then hop on the train tracks and wait for one to pass by. Down the second floor hallway they went until Matty opened a door leading into a pristine white and stainless steel bathroom. Two sinks, several cabinets, a shower for four people and a huge jet tub. “Okay you two, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” The woman began to pull her sister’s pants down before Claire reached over and pulled them back into place. “What are you doing!?!” Claire had a sinking feeling in her stomach. What the hell was going on? Was this woman some kind of freak? Matty smiled at Claire, “Honey, I have to get these pants off your sister before we get you both in the bath and cleaned.” “Wait both? And no you are not stripping us of our clothes. What do you get off on this kind of thing? Are you some kind of pervert?” Claire could feel the bile rising in her throat. She was going to be sick, she was going to hit this bitch, she was going to take her sister and run, she was going to… Claire felt a hand gently cup her face. Instinctively she flinched and pulled away. Clenching her teeth she waited for the fist to come crashing into her face, but they never did. Instead the gentle hand came back, even softer this time. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” Claire tentatively opened her eyes to see the woman looking kindly down at her. Claire wasn’t tall by any means, but this woman was at least a half a foot taller than her. Oh god, that probably gave the man a full foot of height on her. “You ok. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help you get clean.” Matty lifted up her hand to run it through Claire’s sun bleached and unwashed hair, “Awwww. Poor girls. It looks like you could use a nice relaxing bath.” “I don’t want… you can’t…” Claire’s mind was frazzled. Thoughts of running, thoughts of pain, thoughts of that man with the gun, this woman, her sister. It was all too much and then her eyes started to hurt and her cheeks stung. Claire felt herself being pulled into a hug. Her face planted into the strawberry scented bosom of a woman she had just tried to rob. She clenched her jaw, willing the tears to stop but only succeeding in hurting her throat from the strain. Soon another set of sobs were heard from outside the embrace. Matty quickly reached over and pulled the other sister into the hug. What kind of garbage sister am I? Why am I crying? Stop crying! At first Claire thought that the dripping sound was just coming from her tears but Matty quickly ended those thoughts. “Uh oh. Looks like you didn’t quite get it all out the first time, Vicky.” Claire could hear her sister begin to hiccup from her own sobs. Wanting to comfort her, the older sister pulled her in closer. “No need to fret, dears. These things can happen sometimes. Now, a nice warm bath will have you both feeling a whole ton better.” “Claire?” Looking up, Claire saw that the woman holding her and her sister didn’t seem to have any kind of animosity in her eyes. Even looking closer, she couldn’t see the kind of disgust that usually accompanied the looks her and her sister got. “Oh… uh, yeah?” Matty rubbed her back and began shuffling both girls over to a tiled bench with a showerhead and drain close by. “You look after your sister while I get everything set up. Okay? Can you handle that?” The condescending tone should have irked her, but Claire felt… happy? No. Relieved? Maybe. “Yeah. I can do that. Mhm.” The feeling of being held by this kind older woman left and was replaced by her own embrace of her sister. Vicky had always been a shy girl, and ever since they were thrown out of the house, she had withdrawn further and further into herself to the point that she refused to even speak up anymore. Holding her sister close reminded Claire of the first time she had to comfort her sister in that makeshift hut under the bridge. She had only been 14 and Vicky 12. Their parents were… less than the best people around so Claire had only really been at home for the bare necessities, including her sister. She knew where they could get some food, where they could go for shelter, and where they could occasionally clean up, but what had really scared her was winter. That’s when she had turned to Jerome. He was a scumbag like the rest, but at least he wasn’t looking to pimp girls out. So long as Claire was able to get him a steady flow of cash from picked pockets, scams, and the occasional theft, he’d have a warm place for the two girls to stay. That and he would keep others of his ilk away from them. After Vicky had come of age, he had suggested she work for another one of the guys, but Claire had put her foot down… or at least tried to. In the end he at least agreed that so long as she could make the same kind of money that Claire did, Vicky would also be under his protection. The scent of lavender filled the grand bathroom. It smelled lovely. Just like the perfume stations at the mall. It brought back memories of walking hand in hand with her mother when she was much younger and her dad was still… Shit. Looking to the door, Claire noticed that the lock was on the inside. She should have been focused on getting out of here. If she had just moved while the woman was busy, her and Vicky could have already been out the front door by now. “Okay girls. Stand up for me.” Vicky had calmed down now and all Claire felt was the uncomfortable combination of tear streaks and embarrassed cheeks. Both girls rose up from their sitted positions and untangled themselves. Vicky looked like she would crumble in on herself at any moment, but was able to keep it together. Matty walked over to Claire and deftly reached for her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down past her hips in one fell swoop. “Hey! I can do that. Stop!” Claire tried to reach down and grab the waistline but her hands were gently batted away. “I know you can, honey. You’re a big girl. But let Matty help you out so that she can get you both in the tub quickly.” Realizing the implications Claire protested further, “Wait. You can’t be serious. I appreciate the offer to shower, but you are not seeing me and my sister naked.” The woman now pulling her pants off one leg at a time let out a soft chuckle, “Of course I’m going to see you two naked. Do you often bathe in your clothes?” “NO! And that’s not what I mean. I mean we can just do it ourselves, and you don’t have to…” Matty got up once again and wrapped Claire in a hug, “Shhhh. You already told me you can do it yourself, and I told you that I was just helping you along.” “But…” “No buts, except for the cute ones that are about to get a thorough scrubbing.” Claire couldn’t explain it. The hug was completely unwelcome and a serious invasion of personal space, but she could feel herself leaning into it. How long had it been since someone had hugged her like this? Jerome would wrap his arms around her sometimes, but that was more him showing possession of her. Not exactly what you would call a hug. Claire felt another hand worm its way between her and Matty. Looking down she saw her sister pushing her way into the hug with her eyes still firmly rooted to the ground. “Oh! I see which one of you two is the cuddler. Come here love and get some more affection from me and your sister.” “Thanks.” The mumble was barely above a whisper, but Claire had heard it nonetheless. Vicky had spoken! It was just one word, but it was more than she had gotten in several years. “You’re very welcome. Now, before the water gets cold, let’s get you two situated.” This time, neither sister resisted. Matty stripped them both of their clothes and piled the worn out shirts, pants, shoes, and underclothes by the door. Both girls could still feel the embarrassment of being naked in front of a stranger and covered themselves with their hands as much as they could. Vicky was bashfully looking down, while Claire was alternating between the floor and her recently unmuted sister. “Okay, in you hop. Vicky first. Give Matty both your hands dear. No need to slip and fall.” With both girls safely in the tub Matty let out a sigh of relief, “There we go. Now you two soak for a minute while I go put these clothes in…” Matty picked up the bundle and grimaced. Claire knew her clothes were dirty from at least a week's worth of non-washing, but it couldn’t have been that bad. “...the wash? You know what, I think I should have something for you two. Harold’s niece is about Vicky’s size and some of her more baggy clothes could fit you, Claire. Now be good while I’m gone. Toys are in the attached plastic bin if you want to play.” Play? Alone at last, Claire began digging through her plans of escape. Getting out of here is top priority, but running down the streets at night completely naked isn’t going to work. Where can I get clothes? Even if they were loose, getting something from the couple would be the quickest option, but Claire had no idea which room was theirs. If the girls left the bathroom, only to run into the couple, she was sure their niceties would end and the police would be soon to follow. Water suddenly splashed across her face as Claire panicked. “What!” Looking over, Vicky had opened up what looked like a five gallon plastic treasure chest attached to the wall. Having sat back down too quickly, water was splashed onto Claire and a little over the edge. Vicky had what looked like a tug boat and some rings in her hand. Holding out her hand, Vicky beckoned Claire to take the boat. Claire sighed, “Vix, I don’t have time for this right now. We need to get out of here and…” “Play?” Vicky had once again spoken. Louder this time in fact. “Vix… you just spoke.” “Mmhmm.” What is going on? Why now? What is happening? The door opened, ironically temporarily closing off Claire’s plan for escape. “Okay girls. I got some clothes that will fit you two. Thankfully you're both itsy bitsy, so in the worst case scenario, you’ll just be extra comfy with baggy clothes.” Looking down at the two Matty noticed both the toys and the water on the floor outside the tub. Smiling broadly she sat the laundry basket of clothes down onto the toilet. “There you two go. I’m glad you are having fun, but now it’s time to get you both squeaky clean. If your clothes are any example you must be covered in mud and muck.” “Thanks but…” “Claire?” Matty’s voice suddenly dropped its playful pitch and became more threatening. Feeling the pressure, Claire straightened her back. “Ye… yes?” “Do I need to have Harold come in here, or are you going to be a good girl for me?” Sinking into the bubbles, the thought of not only this strange woman, but the man downstairs with the gun seeing her and her sister naked cowed the girl. “No. I’m fine.” “Say it for me, dear.” “Huh?” Looking up she saw the warm smile had once again returned to her captor. “Say, ‘I’ll be a good girl for you.’” “I…” Could this get any more embarrassing? “I’ll be a good girl for you.” Claire felt a hand placed gently on her head as it slowly combed through her hair. Mattty smiled even more broadly as she praised the girl, “There you go, such a good girl for me.” Claire could feel her chest swell with a little sense of pride. “I’m good girl too.” Matty and Claire both looked over to Vicky who was playing with the bath rings between her fingers. “Awwww. Looks like I have two good girls in the bath.” Reaching over Matty brushed her hands through both girls' scalps as they soaked in the affection. Claire was quiet for the rest of the soak time, she was less quiet for when Matty began to bathe her, and she nearly spoke up again when her more sensitive parts were thoroughly scrubbed. Once again she was being unwantedly manhandled, but couldn’t come up with any way out without angering the woman that now held the sisters’ fate in her hands. “All clean!” Matty sang, “So now it’s time to make sure you two get all dry and then nice and comfy.” Pulling from the basket Matty motioned for each girl to stand up and carefully step out before being wrapped in a warm fluffy towel. As Claire was sat down on the bench again she watched as her sister was toweled down. However, what surprised her was the big smile Vicky had as she was tightly wrapped up, “Mmmmm. Warm.” “That’s right, honey. It’s my special secret warm bath towel technique. Just a few minutes in the drier and then it feels like heaven after a bath. Okay girls, follow me.” Grabbing the laundry basket, Matty headed towards the door with Vicky in tow. “Wait!” Matty turned around to face Claire, “Hmmm? What’s the matter, hun?” Shouldn’t it be obvious? “You ummm… can we… can we get dressed… first?” Why do I even have to ask that? Isn’t her husband still out there? “Yup. You could, but…” Matt bumped her own head with her free hand, “I forgot your underwear. Can’t have you two walking around all nakey under your pants. That’s not lady like at all.” “That’s okay… we could just…” But Claire watched as Matty and her sister left the bathroom. Quickly following the pair in a huff, Claire felt like her head was on a swivel. The whole night was thoroughly FUBARd, but she prided herself on one thing. Keeping Vicky safe, both physically and from the leering eyes of scumbags. “Here we go girl’s. Right in here.” The door had a heart shaped sign labeling it The Playroom, but as Matty pushed in, the soft colors, plush furniture, and childish motifs screamed nursery. “Do you have a kid?” Matty had pulled Vicky over to the changing table. “Hm? Oh, no. We don’t have any children. Okay, Vicky. Be a good girl and let’s just,” with a little bit of effort, the woman lifted Claire’s sister up onto the changing pad before giggling, “hop on up. Just like a little bunny. Thank you honey.” Claire was beyond lost and was about to question what was happening when she saw the look on her sister’s face. She’s… smiling. Just a little bit of praise and she’s… “Claire?” The girl stood dumbfounded as her captor called out to her, “Huh?” Pointing to the closet Matty directed Claire, “In the closet on bottom is a shelf. There should be a white bottle with a pink label. Can you bring that over here.” Opening the closet was yet another shock. Onesies, dresses, sleepers… All manner of baby outfits, but they all looked… big? Pushing the thought aside Claire found a bottle fitting the description. Still at a loss she brought the item over just as her sister was being laid back onto the changing table. “Why do you need baby powder?” Matty looked down at Claire and smiled, “Come now, hun. Can you put all the pieces together.” Claire shook her head. Matty sighed before reaching over and grabbing the back of Claires head, pulling her in for a quick smooch on the forehead, “That’s okay hun. It’ll come soon enough. Now, pick out a diaper from the bottom shelf.” As she reached for the folded plastic garment on the bottom shelf of the table realization hit Claire like a freight train. Standing upright she confronted the woman who was about to diaper her ADULT SISTER! “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS IS? You think that you can just do whatever you want with us? You think we are just some fucking dolls that you get to dress up in your sick fantasy?” Claire felt like a dog trapped in a cage. Frantically taking in her surroundings it all came together. The overly large furniture, the diapers and clothes sized for an adult, and the dead give away was the row of paddles and enema equipment hanging on the wall. “Vix, get up! We have to…” Claire felt a tug on her arm. Trying to recoil, she backed up and saw that it wasn’t the madwoman trying to pull her down, but her own sister. “Claire… it’s okay…. Love you.” It was raspy from disuse, but Vicky was actually fully talking. Her blood pressure was still skyrocketing and the adrenaline pumping, but Claire felt just a bit of doubt break past her fight or flight response. “Vix, this isn’t the time to goof around. These people are demented. Their perverts. This isn’t right. This isn’t…” “It’s okay.” “IT’S NOT!” It all hurt. Her throat, her eyes, her cheeks, her muscles, her body. Everything was tense. Everything was ready to spring. Everything was everything all at once and it was all painful and it was all bad and it was all… Claire collapsed into sobs on the ground. The soft cushioning of the carpet lessened the impact, but as her towel fell away, Claire wrapped her arms around herself as tight as she could. She was an absolute failure. A useless other, not fit for normal society. So what if she ended up like some kind of sex doll for a wealthy couple? So what if she fully lost the last bits of her own humanity? No one would care, no one would think another second about the poor trash girl who stole money so that her and her sister could survive. The bits of kindness she had experienced in her life were all just shallow attempts to weaken her so that she could be used. None of this mattered anymore. None of it at all. The arms that wrapped around her were thick and strong. She felt like 500 pounds as some goliath lifted her up. She would be carried to a bed, laid down and stripped of everything her soul had left. She cried, she wept, she moaned, and she fell apart as she was jostled up and down unable to see past her own tears. Suddenly she felt a slim hand begin to rub gentle circles on her back. The joslting continued, but slowly, the rubbing started to feel… good? Claire continued to sniffle and cry, but the bouncing and back rub continued. Soon the thought of opening her eyes and accepting her fate slowly brought the girl out of her own misery. Claire opened her eyes to see that she had nestled her face into none other than the man who had just previously threatened her life, Harold. Catching her eyes, the red headed man gave her am awkward smile, “There she is. Thought you were gonna cry yourself into a coma.” “Wuh?” Matty’s voice sounded from behind her, “There, there, deary. Did you get all the tears out. Here’s a tissue from momma.” “Momma?” Claire’s question went unanswered as the tissue was pressed into her nose. “Blow, baby girl.” With no other choice, Claire blew into the tissue and felt the build up of snot and tears clear out of her airways. “Good girl.” Harold continued to bounce Claire on his hip as his wife rubbed the girls back, “Okay babygirl. You’re going to catch a cold like this. Let’s get you diapered up and then we can get you in a comfy sleeper.” Her emotions were dulled, but Claire still felt the spark of anger. “I don’t need diapers.” Matty walked behind her husband’s back and into view, “But don’t you want to match your sissy?” Looking around, Claire spotted her. Vicky sat with splayed legs on the carpeted floor with a doll in one hand and a teether ring in the other. The soft looking purple fleece sleeper hugged her body and accented the bulky diaper wrapped around her waste. Having been mentioned, Vicky looked up and matched eyes with her sister. Behind the butterfly shield of pacifier she smiled and giggled, “Com pway, Cwaire! Hehe.” Claire felt herself walked over to the changing table where she was lowered down onto her bottom and then pushed onto her back. “No, I really don’t…” The sound of velcro was followed by a strap coming down and stretching over the girls chest, pinning her back and arms down. “Harold, is that really necessary?” “I have a feeling Claire is a squirmy baby.” As if to prove his point Claire began trying to wiggle out of the bonds that held her down. Harold smirked at his wife, “See? Now let’s get our second girl safely padded.” —------------------------------------------------- The diapering had been embarrassing. As had the sleeper with built in mittens (a trait that was lacking on her sister’s outerwear). As had the playtime. As had the bottle feeding, the story time, and the eventually lights out. Both Matty and Harold had ended the night with a kiss on the sisters’ foreheads and a stern reminder that the baby monitor in the corner would let them know if either girl decided to be “naughty”. The light went out and all that illuminated the room was the fairy princess nightlight and the glow in the dark mobile humming above the two girls. Claire rustled in the crib, not so much for lack of room, but just from the residual embarrassment of it all. Laying next to her was Vicky, a girl Claire no longer recognized as she drank from a warm bottle of milk. Trying to avoid the monitor Claire gently rubbed her sister’s shoulder and whispered, “What are you doing?” With a pop Vicky pulled the bottle out before responding, “Drinking the baba, momma gave me. It’s good.” She pushed the second bottle intended for Claire towards the older girl. “Do… do you like this?” Putting the bottle back in her mouth, Vicky grunted, “Mmhmm.” “Like being treated like a baby?” “Mmhmm.” “Why?” Vicky continued to suckle the white liquid, but a look of concentration plastered her face. Finally she sighed as the last of the milky substance left the bottle. Turning over Vicky looked directly into her sister’s eyes, “It feels good. Momma is nice. Dadda is nice. I’m clean. I’m warm. I’m comfy. I’m safe.” “If we don’t get back, Jerome is going to…” “Fuck Jerome.” Claire was left speechless by her sister’s hate filled eyes. The door opened and both girls let out an “eep” as Matty glared down at both of them. “Girls. It’s bedtime. If we hear one more word from you two, it’ll be Daddy who comes up next time. Understood.” Claire blushed as Vicky nodded, “Yes, momma.” Matty smiled as she closed the door, “Good girl.” The sister’s didn’t talk again. One too afraid of “Daddy” and the other content to stay the good girl that “Momma” thought she was. It wasn’t long before Claire found the bottle forced between lips by her sister. Unable to fight back with her mittened hands and unable to say anything, eventually she relented and began to suckle. Unlike the milk earlier, this bottle was much sweeter and thicker, making the whole thing barely tolerable. Once the bottle had been drained Vicky removed it before pushing the clip on pacifier into her sister’s mouth along with chewing on her own. Claire felt the tiniest bit of joy as her younger sister then proceed to entangle the two together in a warm hug. “Wuv you sissy.” “I wuv…” Claire’s pronunciation was shot behind the thick bulb, “I wuv oo too.” —----------------------------------------------------- The night was… nice. The sounds of the city were long gone. The most either girl might be able to faintly pick up would be the creek of the house, or the hum of the air conditioning. However, Claire was unable to wake peacefully on her own. Instead, she felt herself jostled from sleep by Vicky who knelt over her with an urgant look on her face and sweat caking her forehead. “Sissy, wake up.” “Huh, what?” “Sissy.” Vicky doubled over, clutching her stomach. “Tummy hurt.” Claire sat up. Concern filled her chest as she watched her sister agonizing next to her when suddenly her own abdomine was filled with a sharp pain. “Aaagh. What… is this?” The feeling over her intestines twisting around themselves had both girls bottoms up and faces down as whatever had been in those bottles began working its way through them. Claire could feel her back passage straining to contain the mess she was too quickly made aware of. “Hello girls!” Matty’s chipper voice rang out as she opened a nearby curtain. “Uh oh. What’s wrong with my babies?” Claire looked through the bars and saw faux concern on the woman’s face. “Ugh. Please. We… gotta go.” Matty smiled, “Mmhmm. We have a big day. Time to get up and go.” Crawling over to the side past her sister, Claire pleaded, “Please. We need to go to the bathroom.” The woman put a finger to her chin in thought, “Hmmmm. No, I don’t think you two girls need a bath yet. Later today we can…” “WE HAVE TO POOP!” Claire was out of breath. The act of holding everything together seconds after waking up was becoming an insurmountable task. “Oh. Do you want Momma to help you?” Claire vigorously nodded her head. “Ask momma for help.” Why is she playing games right now!?!? “Please, help.” Matty tisked, “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t forget who you're asking.” Vicky flung herself around to face the woman, “MOMMA, PLEASE HELP!” The smile on Matty’s face grew as reached in to rub Vicky’s cheek. “Okay girls. Let Momma help you.” The taller woman cooed as she let down the rails. Claire began to climb out when a gentle but firm hand pushed her back. “Wuh?” “Hold on baby. Let momma help you.” Reaching in Matty manhandled both girls so that they were laying on their backs next to each other with their butts at the edge of the cot and their legs were dangling off. “Okay girls. Hands up on either side of your head.” The sisters looked to each other in pain and confusion but complied. “Now lift those legs up with your knees to your chests.” Again, both girls complied, but with groans as the position only worsened the feeling in their guts. “Okay, all ready…” Matty reached up and put a hand on each girl’s tummies, rubbing circles. “And one, two, three.” On three Matty pushed down. Claire’s eyes went wide and both girls let out a whine as the pressure became too much. Sticky brown mush was forced out into their diapers as wave after wave of poop surged out of their tired sphincters. The footed pajamas held the bulging diapers in place as the mess began to spread out and coat their bottoms. The smell was delayed, but quickly overpowered the scent of lavender and baby powder as both girls thoroughly filled their pants while laying next to each other in the crib. Claire was panting as she felt her stump of a hand being pulled away. Vicky smiled behind the shield of her pacifier as her face became flush and she let out a deep sigh. She looked over to her sister, as she finished pooping her thick diapers. “Mmmm. Sissy I feews betta.” Is… is she turned on. “Hehehe. Tank oo momma!” “Awww. Looks like I have not only a cuddly girl, but a super special good girl who likes making poopies for momma.” Matty cooed. The relief mixed with the shame to thoroughly redden Claire’s face. While her sister and captor were off in baby land, the older sister wiggled her hips. This is disgusting… right? Looking over Claire watched Matty pretend to play bongos on her sister’’s full diaper, while Vicky giggled like a toddler lapping up the attention. Reaching down, Claire pushed the diaper into her bottom. The very idea of pooping her pants was downright abhorrent… but the actual feeling of it wasn’t all bad. “Does someone else like her poopy diapie?” Claire found herself on the spot as both Matty and Vicky smirked at her. “No I just…” “Well, babies shouldn’t be playing too long in their messy pampers. At least the first time. Let’s get you both changed and ready for our guest.” —--------------------------------------- While the night before had been embarrassing, the day marked a new beginning for the sisters. Claire had watched her sister fully embrace the roll of baby for this well off couple as she begrudgingly participated herself. While most of the amenities the two were forced to use were only designed to fit one of them at a time, Momma had assured the girls that they would both be getting their own highchair, baby swing, crib, and bouncer along with whatever else momma and dadda wanted to get their girls. If Claire had thought that this was only temporary until the couple got bored, or she escaped, then she was in for a rude awakening. A strange man whom she and her sister were forced to call Uncle Franky, had shown up with stacks of paperwork and a shocking video of a bloodied and bruised Jerome swearing to never try to make contact with the girls again. Claire had been mortified, but Vicky was quick to hug and thank Uncle Franky. Paper after paper was cheerily signed by the younger of the two sisters while Claire watched as her and her sister lost their right to attorney, were officially declared unfit to care for themselves, and adopted by (put into custody of) Momma and Dadda. It was all so quick and painless. Claire had felt like her very personhood was stripped away with pen and ink, but Vicky had calmed her down. VICKY. The mute girl who up until 12 hours ago was nothing more than Claire’s shadow. Suddenly the adult baby girl was helping Claire eat with her hands, babbling behind her pacifier, saying her please and thank yous, and even wetting her diaper. It wasn’t long after her “adoption” that Claire found her new family moving to Uncle Franky’s new town, Bebelus. There weren’t many people yet, but apparently Uncle Franky had hired a big time construction company, law firm, and several other wealthy individuals. The months she had spent walking down dirt roads on a toddler leash with her legs splayed wide by a thick diaper as Momma and Dadda took the girls for walks were fun. But as the roads became paved and the empty lots became homes, Claire was nervous about being seen outside. Imagine her shock when one day she looked up from her playpen as the doorbell to ring, only to see Dadda walking in with a little girl in toddler dress and exposed diaper walking towards her. Apparently Mimi and her wife/Mommy, Charlotte had just moved in down the street and the “parents” had set up a playdate. That had been the sister’s first introduction into the ABDL community that Bebelus was becoming as more and more wealthy couples and their willing/unwilling babies moved in. Weekly playdates and monthly social gatherings meant the girls got plenty of exposure to other babies. It wasn’t long after that Momma and Dadda decided to reraise the sisters. Spurred on by the freedom their friends had, both girls (but mostly Claire is seemed) had pleaded to be given more privileges. And so the cycle of diapers, pullups, training panties, and on one very special rare occasion even panties was given to Claire. It might have bugged her for a while that Vicky never seemed to get very far into the pullup stage, often messing her first pair to the point of leaking, but if she could just graduate to full time grown up panties, maybe then, she could set a good example as the older sister. Then she could convince her little sister to finally re-grow up and they could both leave babyhood behind for good to live their lives. —-------------------------------------------- Claire woke up with a pep in her step. Dadda had convinced momma that she didn’t need a bedtime story last night and while it may have been a bit tuffer than usual to go to sleep, the training panties, big girl bed, and lack of the usual bedtime ritual had the girl feeling extra grown up today. After “losing” her big girl panties (Elise had promised her an all expense paid trip to the ice cream parlor in exchange for the elusive underwear) and being demoted to training panties, Claire had felt a little bit nervous at the prospect of the camera crew today. The fact that her friends had actually won the Desperate Housewives contest meant that soon her home would be filled with all kinds of strangers not from the town and definitely not from the community. Momma had been completely against it, but eventually dadda had convinced her that it was a good idea. Claire wasn’t a housewife, but being Momma’s baby girl meant that she would also have to participate. Vicky on the other hand. “She’ll be fine upstairs for most of the interview and once Claire is done with her part I can take the two girls over to… oh. Morning, honey. How’s my big girl?” The smell of fresh baked pancakes had the girl drooling. Even the panty check that Momma performed went by unnoticed. “Yup. Still dry. Such a big girl for momma.” “Mmhmm.” The burst of excitement and energy was waning as claire sat down in her booster seat next to her sister in her highchair. “Vix, are you gonna be okay in your room?” Vicky mumbled behind a mouthful of pancake, “Is kay. Gots a pwan.” The scent of fresh pee mixed with the smell of breakfast as Claire looked under her sisters tray at the engorged padding. “Are you ever gonna get out of diapers? Don’t you wanna be a big girl like me?” Vicky shrugged before swallowing. “Eh, eventually.” Breakfast was followed by a quick look around the house to make sure that none of the big baby paraphernalia was visible. Afterwards Vicky was coaxed into her room by the mild threat of a spanking. Claire could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the sound of the doorbell rang out. She greeted each member in turn (Dadda is very firm about manners) before offering them refreshments like a proper lady. She almost spilled the tray of drinks she brought to the seasonal room, but thankfully Momma was there to catch the wobbling tray. Dadda and Momma were naturals. Having perfected the art of telling their audience exactly what they needed to appear like upstanding people. If it’s one thing that Claire had learned since her trip back to infancy, it was that some people were just… better? No, that’s too mean. They were more? No. Well, whatever that one thing she had learned it meant that people are all different and sometimes that difference… “...Claire?” “Huh?” Everyone was looking expectantly at the girl as she sat there daydreaming. “Oh. I’m sorry. Hehe. What did you ask?” The woman in front who seemed to be directing all the questions smiled at her and then repeated her question, “So what’s it like living with such affluent parents? I’m sure you must be excited by all the various businesses your mom and dad have started must have given you a great perspective on what you want to do with your career.” Suddenly all of Claire’s prepwork went out the window. The responses she had planned, the speech about how much she cared for her parents, what it was like living in Bebelus, and what she did in her free time all went out the window. Career? What did I want to do again? I had something? It was… it had to do with… The silence in the room only got louder the longer it took her to respond. Everyone was looking at her. Dadda was smiling and momma was also smiling, but with a quick nod encouraging her to say something, and the lady was looking back at her parents and the camera crew were looking at each other and she wasn’t saying anything and… “BOOOOOO!” The loud scream behind her had the entire room jump a bit, but Claire went rigid. “Hehe. Got you sissy.” Vicky smiled as she leaned down over the couch having snuck out of her room. The interviewer coughed and politely interjected. “Ummmmm. Who is this? And Claire… did you just….” The question hung in the air. Claire hung her head in shame, the tears already spilling down her cheeks. She heard Momma and Pappa get up from where they were seated to no doubtedly yell at her for ruining everything, yet again. “Uh oh. Sissy had an accident.” Her sister’s childish declaration had Claire full on sobbing. As the pee was only partially absorbed by her training panties the rest had spilled out and over the couch cushion she sat on. Her big girl dress was already soaking up the pee around its edges and the makeup that momma had put on her this morning was running down her face. Shame, regret, fear, and all her childish impulses built up after years of being Momma and Dadda’s baby girl came spilling out as she launched herself into Momma’s arms. “Waaaaaah. I… I, I didn’t mean tuh. I’m sowwy Momma!” Claire felt her hair being brushed and her bottom patted as Momma tried to comfort the wet little girl, “Awww. Its okay baby. Momma’s gonna get you all clean in a nice fresh diapie. And by the smell of things, it looks like your sissy needs one as well.” “Oh my god. Did she…” The interviewer stood aghast as Vicky waddled around the couch. Her bulging diaper, strained against her sleeper and obviously full as it weighed down the back of her footed pajamas. “Dadda. I’m messy. Wanna new diapie.” “Okay, princess. Dadda will get you clean soon.” Turning to the crew Dadda waved his family along, “Let’s take this interview upwards. We showed you all the rest of the house, but not the girls’ nursery.” Vicky once again interrupted toddlerish enthusiasm, “Yeah! We got lots of toys, and all kinds of clothes, and a comfy crib, and oh! You.” Vicky pointed to the interviewer. The woman was wide eyed at the scene before her, but seemed to be following the group on autopilot, “Me?” Vicky nodded, “Yeah! You asked sissy what she was going to be when she was all grown up, right?” “Uh, yes?” Vicky broke from Dadda’s carousing and smashed into her sister full force with a hug before loudly declaring, “Sissy is gonna be a baby with me forever and ever!”

I was on the Digimon train for forever, so the name Mimi is special to me as well. Unfortunately, all OCs this time. Maybe a fanfic is in order later.

Okay, ya'll. You know the drill. Round 2. You come back, you read these words, then you read the story, then you like the story, then you write a comment detailing my stunning intellect, you have a good day, and maybe you keep your kneecaps. You better enjoy yourself. Part 2: Olive <<<<<One month before the Desperate Housewives competition>>>>> Olive’s day had been a short one. Bradston and Associates had long finished the final touches on the legal foundation for the small town of Bebelus, Maryland. Now her new home was as “safe” as one could be during these times. Convincing her senior staff to move out of the big city was a firm no, but putting a few clerks on the fast track was less of a gamble and more of an investment. Keeping them quiet however… The sound of the front door closing had Olive flush with excitement. The weekend was here and that meant a full three days of mandatory pampering. Unlike her partners in law, Tom had been more than happy to get their less than vanilla lives away from the many eyes of the city. The poor man was easily embarrassed, which only made Olive want to push even further. Sauntering off from the stocked bar, the lawyer in her prime made her way off to the front foyer only to find a discarded jacket and pair of shoes. Looks like hubby had a rough day. Being middle management at a less than reputable distribution plant meant that the only contact Tom would have with the obscenely wealthy lawyer would be a quick lesson in what to tell the court when his business decided to make him the fall guy. But Olive wasn’t completely heartless. In fact, the sight of a sobbing man in his cheap suit and $15 hair cut had touched a side of Olive that she never wanted to show anyone. A similar sight to her first meeting with the man she called husband was splayed out on the couch in the den. At least he dresses better now. Exaggerating the sway of her hips, Olive made her way around to the front of the couch and leaned down to give the nearly sleeping man a kiss on the cheek. Lifting her leg up she then swiftly fell down on top of the poor guy and heard the unmistakable squelch of a well used diaper. Straddling his hips she could see a smile form on his lips, “Good morning, love. How was work?” He managed to get out. She leaned down and pushed her thighs back. Being a few inches taller was fun and all, but it meant laying down on his chest was not a super easy option. “Work went well. But let’s not talk about that.” “Oh. Okay. Well then… what did you want to talk about?” She shifted herself on top of him to the sound of faint crinkles. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the news about a stinky baby making a mess of the town with their poopy diapers?” He blushed and smiled, “The smell is starting to get to me.” Olive couldn’t help but giggle as an idea popped into her head, “Is it too stinky? Are you uncomfortable?” Sitting up on his lap she ran her hands in circles on his stomach. “Nu… no! It’s fine. Honest.” Tom stammered. Turning around, the woman in the gray business suit pushed her padded bum towards his face, “Let me know if it bothers you now.” Olive sat down quickly. She could feel the diaper soaked in urine and packed full of the day's waste smoosh and squelch against her Daddy’s face. One last gasp was all she heard before it was drowned out by the crinkles and squelches of her super thick Lil Rawrs diapie. She could feel her sex slick with all her juices throb inside the moist confines of the nappy and moved around to feel the ridge of her lover’s nose pushing up against her sex. Girating her hips back and forth she could feel the still warm mound of poopy diaper rub against her butt as the expanded fluff of diaper pushed into her sex. Two moans could be heard as baby gasped lustful for release and daddy gasped for air. Not wanted to end her first night of babish fun so early (nor with a homicide charge) Olive raised her bottom to give Tom some air. “Ah! Hah… hah… uh. Wow. You really need a change.” Tom gained his composure and lightly smacked the packed pamper hovering over his face. “Oh! Baby has been naughty and needs a spankin from Daddy!” Looking back, Olive smiled down at the man who had accepted all of her. One change and a bath later and Olive sat in her playpen working on her Animal Crossing island. Vicky was lucky that she didn’t have to work. Her and Claire had all the free time on the planet, so a free to play game worked in their favor, but Olive at least wanted to show off the fact that she had finally gotten Marina! While the villager in her game was pink, the cute octopus girl reminded Olive of her own favorite blue stuffy, Reginald the Octopus. He was the first gift Tom had ever given her and was the coveted middle tier prize at the carnival he had suggested for their first date. Speaking of which, the man who had just dutifully wiped her clean was hurriedly walking all around the house collecting supplies. The first Friday night of the month meant group playdate and baby Olive was content to play while Daddy got everything ready to leave. “Honey. Your diaper bag is almost packed. Do you want some juice or milk for your car ride baba?” Juice would be nice, but… what would a baby want more? “Milk, dada!” “Okay, we are leaving soon so make sure you save your game.” Feeling her diaper swell with fresh pee, Olive sighed in contentment knowing that she would have room for her drink on the way to Elise and Mark’s house. It never ceased to amaze her how comfortable the adult sized car seat was. As Olive sat back and suckled down her warm honeyed milk she briefly gave thought to adding one to her car, but quickly dismissed it. This lifestyle wasn’t something she wanted to make public. Even her team based here in Bebelus weren’t aware (as far as she knew) of her nightly activities. The nda’s were more of a precaution than safety net. Having finished her bottle, she waited for her Daddy to unbuckle her from the carseat before she took off toddling towards the front door. Stomping into the foyer her thick Stevenpink princess dress swished side to side as her light up sneakers stomped on the tiled floor, “I’m here!” She shouted. The sound of hurried feet soon greeted her as Steven and Mimi both showed up to hug their friend. Ironically enough, the fashion designer was the least fanciful of the bunch with her pink gingham style romper pales in comparison to Olive’s dress and Steven’s baby blue sailor suit. “Olive! I missed you. Come on. Elise got some new toys and I wanna play dolls, but she said we had other things, and Mommy told me to listen to her, and Steven already made a stinky, and his mommy wouldn’t change him, and…” “Hey!” Steven interrupted from behind his Blues’ Clues binky. “Why would you tell her dat!” Olive laughed at her friends’ antics, already feeling herself fall further into little space. “I could already tell by your smelly butt!” Steven was already red in the face as he stomped off to presumably go tell his mommy. “Okay honey.” Both girls turned to face Tom with the diaper bag slung over his shoulder in the doorway. “I’m going to go talk to the other adults. Have fun and call if you need me.” “Otay, daddy.” Both girls rushed ahead of Tom only to encounter a truly depressing scene. Elise was sat down in the corner with her red heiny fully on display under her pinned up dress. Her bottom rested firmly on a wooden stool and her thick diaper around her ankles. It looked like Steven was also getting ready to join her as the snaps of his sailor shortalls had been popped and his own messy diaper was being smooshed against his bottom. “How many times does Mommy have to tell her little boy that no one likes a tattle tail?” Mommy Hannah was in full blown dommy mode as she berated her now paci-gagged baby boy. Steven was in tears as he always was during his (quiet honestly mild) punishments. “What a crybaby.” Mimi giggled at her own joke before letting out a meep when her own padded rear was wapped. “Looks like the naughtiness IS contagious tonight. You were right mark.” Mimi’s own Mommy, Charlotte, was quick to give her baby girl a kiss on the cheek and rub the top of her head. “Don’t be a bad baby for your friends or Mommy will make sure your bottom is as red as theirs.” “Yes mommy.” Mimi sulked as she waddled into her wifes embrace. Clapping caught everyone’s attention as Mark stood next to Elise in timeout, “Okay everyone. It looks like someone spiked the bottles with bad baby formula. Elise and Steven are already learning what happens when they decide to let their attitudes run wild. I think Hannah and I both want to hear an apology from our two brats and then we can all go back to having fun. Elise?” “Sorry everyone.” Even in the corner Elise knew to be loud enough for everyone to hear. SMACK. Hannah continued, “You’re next, Stevie.” The babyish lisp behind his locked pacifier was difficult to tell, but Steven obvious had some practice, “Mm sowwy ebrybudy.” “Good boy.” Olive could feel the lack of release earlier catching up to her. Her wet diaper got even more moist at the sight, sound, and smell of her own little cabal of friends being put into their place by the adults in the room. Briefly the thought of having her own scene flashed across her mind, but losing out on playtime didn’t seem worth it. Once the two naughty babies were out of the corner the four of them all huddled together on the play mat while the grownups went to the kitchen for drinks. Olive broke the silence first, “So, I get why Steven has a red butt, but not why you do.” Elise sulked and quickly glanced over to the kitchen before sticking out her tongue, “None of your business.” Mimi piped up, “But Elly. Olive would be really helpful. We should…” “No!” Now Olive had her interest peaked. Elise was the brat of the group. Always getting into mischief only to inevitably end up across her daddy’s thighs, but she had never been so openly hostile to Olive. A smile appeared on Olive’s face before she taunted the girl, “Don’t worry Mimi, I can always tell Mr. Mark that Elly needs another spanking.” Getting up, Olive felt a hand pull her back down as Elise tried to hold her back, “No! No, it’s okay. We were… uh… just talking about my new toys. You can play too, okay? Just don’t tell daddy.” Elise sucked at hiding things. Olive would usually play with the girl a little more before getting a confession, but playtime had already been postponed too long. Looking over to the still pacified Steven, Olive leaned over and whispered into his ear, “You know. Hannah still doesn’t know about your little outing last month. She still thinks that you were at my house.” Steven’s face paled. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on then I might have to tell your mommy that you were actually hanging out with those friends down by the gas station that she told you that you couldn’t hang out with anymore.” Was it mean? Yes. Was it effective? Also yes. Was Olive using her skills as a defense lawyer to constantly dig up information and use it to her own benefit? Also yes, but don’t try this at home kids. Prosecutors love using terms like blackmail, and defense attorneys like Olive are not cheap. Steven looked to Elise, who was not too happy, before he shifted his gaze downward. Mimi grabbed Olive’s arm, “Olly. Stop being mean to Stevie. Let’s just play.” Mimi was as sweet as cotton candy with the dyed pink hair to match. If there was anyone to diffuse the situation, it was her. That combined with the sudden sound of footsteps coming into the room, put the lawyer baby back into play mode. The twins, Claire and Vicky, came into the room with smiles and hugs ready with both their parents following shortly after. Hello’s were exchanged and a quick peak into Steven’s diaper by the Misses later and the adults were heading off to meet with their friends while the babies were left to play. Claire tried to follow after them, but was firmly told to stay with her sister. “What was that about?” Olive looked to the older “twin” as she sulked back to the group. Vicky spoke up for her sister, “Claire graduated to panties so she figured she would get to go have an adult conversation, right?” “I just… wanted to do something other than dolls or blocks tonight… is all.” Claire stammered. Olive was impressed. Claire and Vicky weren’t really twins. Their parents always dressed them identically, so the moniker stuck, but it seemed like the older of the two was keen on getting back to adulthood. Maybe a bit too soon. Sliding behind the girl, Olive quickly took hold of the lime green skirtall and lifted it up to reveal the colorful cotton panties that were too thin and far too mature for a baby like Claire. “Hey!” Claire quickly fluffed down the skirt before turning to Olive with tears in her eyes. Olive just lunged to hug the girl, “I like your panties, Care-care. Dere super grown up.” “Oh… uh. Thanks, Olive.” “If you gets dem wet, my daddy brought extra diapies.” Claire pushed Olive off of her before huffing off to go play dolls by herself. Slowly the group of adult babies dispersed. Olive and Vicky got to compare game islands, Steven and Elise got to play with her new tea set, and Mimi rolled a ball around with Claire. Each group would grow and shrink as the babies got bored of their tasks so the motions were pretty fluid, but Olive noticed that Elise seemed to be avoiding her. Rather, she seemed to be purposefully playing with everyone individually except for Olive. She couldn’t make out what Elise was saying perfectly, but throughout the night little snipits of conversation caught Olive’s ear. “...signup… all of us.” “Can’t let… ruin it.” “Finally… get rid of… at least a week.” Being left out of whatever fun secrets were to be had, Olive bided her time. Right on cue, miss bratty princess brushed her dress off before toddling off towards where the grownups were. “I think I need a change too.” Olive quickly left Steven and headed off to follow Elise. Before the girl could make it to the kitchen, Olive quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the laundry room. “Hey! Wha…mmmmmm!” She was quickly silenced by the much taller woman in the equally soaked diaper. “Secrets. Secrets are no fun, unless you share with everyone.” Olive sang the little rhyme with all the malice she could muster before calming her expression. Straightening her back Olive spoke without any lisp or tilt, “Hey. What’s going on?” Free to speak without a hand over her mouth, Elise pouted, “Nothing.” “Hey, listen. If you really don’t wanna tell me something, that’s fine. I just feel a bit left out is all.” Elise couldn’t look her in the eye as she seemed to tumble her thoughts around before speaking again. “It’s not… it’s just that… I don’t…” “Really you don’t have to…” “I just don’t think you’d understand… is all.” Now her interest was piqued. Olive pushed, “Oh? If that’s all, I can promise to keep an open mind. Are things with Mark going okay?” Elise looked shocked, “What? Oh yeah. Yeah. It’s good. Me and Mark are fine. It’s just that…” Olive took a step back to give the diaper girl some space, both physically and for the conversation. Elise put her hands together and pressed her fingers together like springs, “So like, we all act like babies, right? And you act like a baby too, but…” Olive could feel her own temperature rising, “But what?” “You also, kind of… act like a dom?” “So I’m not actually part of the group then?” The hurt was not left out of Olive’s voice. Elise shook her hands in front of herself as if to block the accusation, “No. No. You are part of the group, but it’s like… like sometimes it wouldn’t be fun for you to know something that the adults wouldn’t know.” A lump formed in Olives throat. Was she a dom? Was she a sub? Well the diaper strapped to her waist would point to one direction, but the way she handled herself as well as Tom would point to the other. Maybe a dominant bottom? Whatever. “I can piss and shit my diapers any way I damn please.” Elise tried to backtrack, “That’s not what I’m saying.” “Then what are you saying?” Silence filled the air before Elise quietly whispered, “Can you… wait here for a minute? Please?” “Fine.” Olive was left to her own thoughts while Elise left the room. I’m not that different. I just like control is all. And Tom doesn’t mind… Does he? I’m not pushing him into anything. He said that he was fine with the kink community… but what if I took things too far? The two had first started dating after the trial (Olive had felt pity for the poor guy and offered console for him. No reason to sink her ship with a company that was obviously going down.). Once she had felt safe enough around him, Olive had opened up to him about her less than vanilla tastes. At first, Tom had agreed to let her wear whatever she felt like, but he wasn’t comfortable engaging. And then he was okay sleeping in the same bed when she wore. And then he gave her her first wet diaper change. And then her first messy diaper change. And then. And then. And then. Olive had pushed someone into the kink far beyond what their initial desire was and sure she was commanding now and again, but she had an aggressive personality. Tom loved that about her. Didn’t he? Olive could feel the sting in her eyes when she thought about the possibility that she was actually alone in this kink. What if Tom was just going along with whatever she forced onto him? What if her friends were just humoring her presence and actually felt uncomfortable around someone who wasn’t being “forced” into diapers? Quickly wiping her eyes, Olive prepared herself for Elise’s return. No need to have a full meltdown before all the evidence was presented. She didn’t need to wait much longer either before Elise ducked into room holding a familiar metallic rectangle. “Okay. Okay. So you absolutely positively have to pinky promise for eternity that you won’t tell Daddy about any of this.” “Go on.” Elise slowly moved the tablet so that Olive could see the screen. “Daddy, doesn’t even know that I have this tablet. If he did, he would put all kinds of child locks on it and monitor where I go on it. Mimi got it for me last…” “October.” Elise stared at her in disbelief. “Who do you think got it for her?” “But Mimi has her own money.” Olive snorted, “Yeah. Money that she would spend in an instant if Charlotte didn’t keep her in check. You think she would let Mimi buy a brand new tablet with lifetime internet connection and encryption and then just lose it?” “I didn’t…” “Whatever. Show me what you wanted to show me.” Olive was still feeling raw and wanted this over. Thoughts of heading home and forgetting the whole weekend were tugging on her heart strings and if she didn’t move past this quickly, Elise would be party to a tear streaked, wet diaper girl. Elise turned it back towards herself and scrolled to what she wanted to show Olive. Reading the screen Olive wasn’t quite able to connect the dots, “Desperate Housewives competition? Why would you ever want to enter that?” “Why would we want to enter that?” Elise posed the question right back. “Explain.” “Okay, okay, okay.” Elise began to frantically explain her plan, “So if we win, that means we can all be on camera 24/7 for an entire week right?” “Uhuh.” “And if we are on national television, kink will 100% not be able to be done?” “I thought you liked dressing up like a pants wetting toddler.” To emphasize her point Olive reached under Elise’s dress and pushed the clammy padding into her crotch. Backing up Elise stammered, “Yes. No. Listen, that’s not important and this is why I didn’t want to tell you.” “Because I’m not a real baby?” “No, cause you’re in charge!” “What does that have to do…” Elise was looking like tears were forming in her own eyes. “Cause this means all the babies can do whatever they want! No spankings for talking back, no timeouts for making fun of an adult, and no diapers for trying to act like an adult when they want us to be put in our place. But you don’t have to ever worry about any of that stuff cause your in charge of your relationship.” “Oh.” “I wasn’t trying to be mean, okay?” The tears were now flowing from Elise as she slumped her shoulders. “I just didn’t think that you would need any of this, and I wasn’t trying to exclude you, and I think you're a good baby and super fun, and I just…” Olive wrapped her friend in a big hug, “It’s okay. I’m sorry that I overreacted. I just felt left out is all and then I thought you didn’t like me because I was dominant or something.” Elise returned the hug and the two girls were able to properly make up. After getting changed, the both headed back to the baby area hand in hand when Olive suggested making a contract for each of the babies to give to their parents. That way they couldn’t just back out halfway through. <<<<<<>>>>>> Later that night Olive found herself in her own nursery being taped in a thick nighttime diaper and fleece footed pajamas by Tom. “So they want to be on a trashy show like that just so they can manipulate the adults into not punishing them for a week?” “Yeah. And hey. Don’t call it trashy. Some people like that kind of show.” “Whatever you say hun.” Tom paused for a minute before seeming to think of something new, “They do realize nothing stops Mark, Charlotte and the others from getting revenge after the week is over?” “Hehe. I’m not sure if babies can even think that far.” Tom leaned over and gave his thickly diapered wife on the forehead, “Well I know a super smart baby who can think well into the future.” He always knows how to make me blush. “Thanks, Daddy.” Silence hung in the air for a second as Olive recounted her earlier thoughts. “What’s wrong, Olive? It feels like something else has you bothered.” God I feel like a schoolgirl again. In a very unusual fashion, the strong, independent, diapered lawyer seemed to stammer, “I… I just have been thinking about us. And this.” A look of worry briefly flashed across Tom’s face, “And?” “Do you… like this?” “I’m not sure what you mean.” Olive could feel the heat in her cheeks. She knew what he would say and what he felt about this whole lifestyle, but the doubt that had entered her mind early forced her to ask. She knew, but she needed to know. “Do you like being my daddy? Like me being a baby and ordering you around? I know I’m not like the other’s and I know that you weren’t always into this kind of thing, but you like it now, right?” In a rare show of strength Tom huffed as he carefully lifted Olive onto his hip. Her head was still above his own so he had to crane his neck, but the gesture still stood. He was carrying her from the changing table to her crib! With a big huff he very ungracefully deposited her into the oak bed for overgrown babies before catching his breath. “Phew. Such a big baby. With such big baby thoughts.” Ruffling her hair he continued, “Of course I like this. In fact I love this. And I love you.” Olive began crawling to the edge but Tom quickly pushed her back onto her padded rump before pulling up the side rail. “But would you rather me be like the others. You know, submissive and sweet and not in charge.” “Olive, you will never be able to give up control. Whether you are filling out paperwork for a client or filling your pants. Silly baby, I just told you that I love you. And I love you. Just. The. Way. You. Are.” Each word was punctuated with a boop on the nose. Walking over to the door, Tom hit the light switch. “I love you, baby Olive. Now it’s time for night night. If you sleep in like a good girl, then Daddy will let you have whipped cream with your waffles for breakfast.” “Oh, I’m Getting that whipped cream.” Tom sighed, “Anything for you baby. Goodnight.” “Night, daddy.” <<<<<>>>>> The next few weeks were a flurry for Olive. Things settled down for her and Tom who resumed their normal routine. Francis, the unofficial mayor of the town, had her running all kinds of legal work in regards to the town's newest company, Sigur. That combined with her own little project for the baby cabal meant that baby nights were few and far between. Once she sent the contracts out she really forgot about the whole thing until the next group playdate. This week, she had decided that it was an infant kind of playdate. She wanted to fully plunge herself right into infantile bliss of the newborn abdl fantasy. Triple thick diapers, frilly bonnet, Nuk 10 butterfly pacifier, and restrictive crawler sleeper meant the the most the lawyer could do was wobbly crawl on the floor as she slowly pushed her legs apart with an expanded diaper. Out of the carseat she went and directly into the adult sized stroller. The walk to the front door was short, but Olive was pretty sure Tom would throw something out carrying her that distance. Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a shrink ray. Pushed into the main foyer Olive let out a wet gurgle to hopefully alert the others of her presence, but apparently that wasn’t necessary. Hidden behind the open door, Claire and Mimi were already waiting for them. “Hi, Olive. Hello Mr. Bradston. We can take Olive from you. The other grownups are at the bar already. Bye.” Tom called after the girls pushing the stroller, “Thanks, girls? Have fun.” Wow. What a warm reception. Pushed into the playroom Olive saw that she was the last to arrive. Steven, Elise, and even Vicky were excitedly talking to each other in hushed tones. Elise looked like she wasn’t even able to stand still while Steven was bouncing up and down. Vicky who was typically more reserved was smiling with a few little sways. Pulled up and out of the carrier, Olive found herself placed onto her back where all five of her cohorts quickly began to shake and wobble her around. Elise was the first discernable voice amongst the group. “We won! We won, we won, we won, we won!” Infant night was over at this point as Olive realized what had happened. “You mean the Desperate Housewives thing?” All five shook their heads in approval. The group quickly devolved into a cuddle puddle with the least mobile of the bunch, Olive, at the bottom. Thank god none of them are messy. Talks about how they would tell their parents, how to get them to sign the contracts and all the fun things the babies would get to do were shared and modified and exaggerated to the point that Steven was convinced he would have his mommy in diapers before the week was up. All around this was looking up to be one of the funnest playdates yet with excitement at a high until a loud beeping shocked the group. The source seemed to be coming from under the skirt of the now blushing Elise. Lifting up her skirt, she began to explain, “I uh… couldn’t wait so I already had my daddy sign Olive’s contract. He wasn’t too happy that I kept things from him so I got a spanking and have to wear this stupid monitor.” Wrapped around her diaper and between her legs was a metal chastity like device with a few wires hanging around it. Within seconds large footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway causing Elise to tense up and the rest of the babies to hold still. Mark walked in and smiled, “Awww. Did a little baby make lots of wets in her diapie?” Elise was bright red. Olive could make out the faintest of quivers between the girl’s knees. Elise faintly mumbled out an quick, “Mmhmm.” before Mark came up behind her. With a steady hand, he slowly reached down and lifted up Elise’s skirt, once again showing off the device. Touching his watch to the front of the belt silencing the alarm. His hand lingered as he cupped her padded crotch and pulling up. Olive watched as Elise had to stand on her tiptoes just to maintain balance. Mark’s deep voice was smooth and steady, “Look’s like baby Elise was the wet baby. Are you my wet baby girl?” “Ye… yes, daddy.” Looking around, Olive could see the others were getting just as worked up by the scene in front of them as she was. Kink was ever present at these events, but the adults very rarely acted sexually in front of the others. Olive could feel her nipples harden and her crotch moisten in its damp confines. Looking around Olive laughed at the thought of Claire being demoted back to pullups for the wrong kind of wetness in her painties, or Charlotte finding a sticky mess in Spencer’s pants. “See baby girl. This is how you are supposed to let Daddy know things. Nice and loud.” His hand rubbed back and forth as Elise leaned back into his chest. “Tell Daddy that you wet your diapers.” “I wet my diapers, Daddy.” “Louder, hunny. Just like Mister Alarm.” “I wet my diapers, Daddy!” “As loud as you can, baby.” A husky moan left Elise’s lips before she opened her mouth wide, “I WET MY DIAPERS, DADDY!!!” “Good girl.” Mark lowered Elise back to the ground as she desperately tried to hold his hand in place. “Now, now. You can play later. And it looks like your diapie could hold more.” “But, daddy…” “No buts princess. You know your punishment. No fun until you’ve told me each and every time you use your diaper until it’s leaking. Now would you like a bottle of juice?” Elise violently shook her head, “Yes. Yes, Daddy. Can I have a bottle of juice?” “Good girl. Of course you can.” Mike patted her head before moving towards the kitchen, “Wow, that arousal gel works wonders.” The only sound left in the room as he left was the subtle crinkle of the squirming babies and the panting of Elise. Olive willed herself to calm down before asking, “Arousal gel?” Elise refocused her eyes and blushed as she recounted, “Um, yeah. When Daddy put my diaper on today he mixed this dried gel into my diaper powder. When I wet it gets all slimy and when he pushes my diaper against my uh… princess parts, I start to get all tingly.” Okay wrong question! Already the room felt hot, but now all of the babies looked uncomfortable. Mimi suddenly got up from the couch and without making eye contact apologized to everyone, “Umm. Sorry, but I um… got to go. Me and mommy have to… do… something.” Waddling off Mimi was soon followed by Steven, and then Vicky. Olive looked to the remaining twin who was standing rigidly still. “Hey, um. Claire?” “I’m fine.” Claire responded curtly.” “You don’t want to…” “No.” “Are you sure.” “Mmhmm.” Olive bit her lip. “In that case, could you go get my Daddy.” Claire burned bright red as she awkwardly shuffled off, “Yeah, sure.” <<<<<>>>>> Later that night Olive lay in bed, drenched in sweat next to Tom. “Mmmmmm. Daddy, your bottle filled me right up.” “Awwww. Glad my baby got her fill.” Both got their breathing under control before Tom got up and headed towards their dresser. Most of Olive’s diapering supplies were in the nursery, diaper bag, or a closet downstairs, but one of the married couples drawers was dedicated to post-coital infantilization. “Tom, next time you talk with Mark, find out whatever he put into Elise’s diaper. I’ve never seen her fold into him like that so quickly.” “It must have been something. You’ve mentioned it four times already.” Reaching down, Olive’s hand hovered over her sore pussy. They had arrived home hours ago and it felt like this was the last of the events for tonight. Still, the thought of Elise screaming about her wet diaper nearly made Olive push past the pain for a final, final round. “You should have seen her, Tom. Like a whore in heat at just the slightest touch.” Having gathered all the supplies, Tom was now lifting Olive’s rear up so that the princess diaper could be put into place, “I think you’re exaggerating. We all know that despite her protests. Elise is a through and through Daddy’s girl.” “You know who else is a Daddy’s girl?” Wiggling her padded hips seductively, Olive reached out with her legs and pulled Tom closer. Once more tonight wouldn’t hurt. —-------------------------------------------------- Olive could feel herself flush with embarrassment at the thought of what she was about to do. After looking deep into Francis’s new business and fully reviewing all the documents, she was pretty sure this was a safe bet, but pretty sure wasn’t sure, sure. Introductions were over and the crew were filming the house husband downstairs while the woman of the house needed to “take a call upstairs”. In reality, Olive was hyping herself up for some of the riskiest bits of kinky fun she had ever attempted. Public walks, trips to babyish locations late at nights, and many other close encounters while fully diapered did not come close to the thought of waltzing out there with thick padding under her dress in front of a camera crew. She had gone with a cloth backed diaper so the crinkling was a minimum, but it was still there. Looking into the mirror, there was no bulge standing straight up, but bending over… As Olive stood in the doorway to the main living area, she waved at her dutiful husband. The poor guy had no idea what was about to befall him as she was going to push him to the edge just as much as she would herself. Once attention was all back on him her fingers slowly inched down to the hem of her dress. She caught his gaze for a second before she began to roll the dress up, exposing the pink princess diaper to the room. His eyes grew wide for a second causing the host to look back just in time to see Olive smoothing the dress out again, concealing the babyish patterns. Heat flowed into her face as Olive relished the near miss. The feeling of those strangers eyes, the look of panic on her husbands, the dampening of her pampers as her sex moistened. She got a full feel for her juices as her diaper rubbed against her engorged clit, walking over to the couch. She smiled mischievously at her husband before asking the room, “Should I get a bottle for everyone.” The host stopped mid question with a look of confusion, “A bottle?” Tom quickly interjected, “Oh! A bottle of wine. Would any of you care for a glass?” Nice recovery. Let’s see if you can handle this. Olive nodded her head, “Of course. A nice bottle always goes with a thick pampering.” Tom scowled as the rest of the room declined the odd offer. Walking into the attached bar, Olive was in clear view of her husband and out of the line of sight for the camera crew and interviewer. “Honey, where are the washed bottles? I’m quite thirsty myself.” A murmur could be heard behind Olive as she “looked” for a bottle. Tom continued to defuse the questions with a quiet voice, “Washing the bottles before you open them with cold water can drastically change the taste.” Followed by a much louder, “There are none, my love. Why don’t you come in here for now and I’ll get you something later?” The desperation in his voice was like music. It wasn’t the edge, but it was close. Speaking of edge… Olive found the countertop edge and subtly grinded the front of her padding into it. Stifling a moan, she almost pushed into the danger zone before she looked back at Tom. House husband Tom, was getting a front row seat to the lewd actions of his wife as she smiled at him before daintily lifting a spoon into the air. Deliberately dropping it caused a clatter of silverware on tile floor grabbing the crew's attention. “Oops. Clumsy me. Sorry for the startle everyone, I just dropped a spoon.” Satisfied by her answer, all eyes focused back onto Tom, who had to control himself as he watched his risk seeking wife bend over, completely exposing her diaper once again to the room. Olive made quite the show of bending at the hips, shaking them back and forth before finally returning the spoon to the countertop. Heading back over to the group Olive could feel herself shaking in anticipation. Walking to the back of the couch, the diapered lawyer stood behind her lover. With his more relaxed position his head was at the perfect height. As he reached back to give a reaffirming handhold with his wife, Tom could feel the padding swaddling her crotch being pressed into the back of his head like a seat cushion. Olive reached down and began massaging his shoulders. “Isn’t he just amazing? Giving up his job to follow me to our dream home. One day he is going to make an amazing daddy.” The interviewer nodded as Tom nervously laughed. The woman leaned forward, eager to continue this stream of dialogue, “Oh are you expecting anytime soon?” Tom shook his head, “Oh, no. Nothing like that now. We are happy with our lives and want to enjoy each other’s company before bringing another life into the world.” Olive smirked, “Oh yes. We aren’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet. I need Tom completely comfortable with changing a baby’s diapers first.” As she taunted him, Olive began pressing her padding further into his head. Were his face not completely covering the view, surely the outline of her bulky undies would be obvious. The interviewer laughed at the plight of all mothers, “Is that so. Even a house husband is just a man still. Hard to get any of them to change a diaper.” Laughs, both genuine and nervous rang out only to be replaced with a nearly inaudible hissing sound. Tom froze as the sound was accompanied by a growing warmth against the back of his head. Olive was skilled enough at wetting her diaper to not show it on her face, but the confused look on the crew's face said that they had at least heard something. Tom stuttered, “Ah, ah. We definitely need to call a plumber honey. The toilet upstairs sounds like it’s filling again without needing it. Haha.” Good save. Let’s see what he does about this. Olive gripped Tom’s shoulders tighter, causing the man to look up into her smiling face. A second later and the tiniest bit of strain could be seen under her pleasant exterior. Silent but deadly, the poop began to slowly fill out the wet diaper taped to Olive’s bottom. The smell of powder only masked the scent for so long as just after finishing the task of pooping her diaper, Olive began to smell the act. It wasn’t long before the scent permeated and twinges in the camera crew’s noses signaled that a poopy diaper had tainted the formerly fresh air. Polite as ever, the woman offered her own courteous laugh, “Hehe. So you said that you were having plumbing issues?” Tom nodded his head and offered his apologies, “Yes. Well do you all want to take a break while me and my wife see if we can fix the issue?” The two left a befuddled camera crew in their wake as Olive and Tom headed upstairs, past the bathroom and into a no longer locked nursery. “What are you thinking!?!?” Tom accused Olive as he spun around, “Do you want us to get caught? Do you want everyone to know that you mmmmph…” Olive cut her daddy off with a passionate kiss, “Oh god, that was so hot.” Grabbing his hand she wrapped it around her body, planting it firmly on her full diaper, rubbing the mess further into her bottom. Letting out a moan, Olive bit the bottom of her partner’s lip as she positioned them towards the changing table. “Daddy. Baby wants your baba.” Tom hesitated as he looked down at his wife. There she lay, on her back, on a changing table. With her dress ridden up to expose a thoroughly used diaper. A diaper, no less, that had been used in front of a camera crew. Tom shrugged, “Screw it.” The “bathroom issue” took a bit longer than Tom had thought it would. As he walked down the stairs towards the crew he made sure that his clothes were back into proper place. He would tell them that Olive had grown tired after the long day at work had caught up to her. While she may want to press the line as far as it would bend, it was always Tom’s job to make sure she never crossed it. Afterall, the diapered girl now furiously humping a stuffed bear in her full diaper upstairs had a reputation to keep, and it was Daddy’s job to clean up any mess she made.

Glad you liked it. And we will hear all about what Daddy has been using to keep his baby girl in line. I have always had a fondness for unreliable protagonists. Not much more of that in the future stories, but something about a little girl pretending her daddy is some kind of demon has always been something I wanted to write. Silly, baby. Diapers don't belong in Daddy's study. That drawer is strictly business. lol. I'm glad you enjoyed my story. While the whole reality show thing is the hook, these stories will be mostly about these ABDL families reacting to the show. I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest. I'm planning to post every Wednesday with parts five and six at the same time. Glad to hear you liked it!

Nope. I end up working outside way to often and when I shave down there, it usually chaffs.

Authors Note: Hello, everyone. It's been a while. I'm back to work with all kinds of new responsibilities and daily tasks. That means that free time has dwindled. I loved how during Covid, I had a whole extra two hours a day of no travel that I could dedicate to writing stories. Not only that, but after finishing Little Conditions, I felt my drive to write severly decrease. I have already apologized to the people on Patreon who donated to me as I feel like I could not live up to expectations. That all being said, this is a brand new story that I will post completely for free here. It is (almost) done, so no disappointment or burnout postponing this story. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you. Please Read: This is a six part story. Each part will have a new protagonist and a different style. Some are more dark than others, and some have unreliable narrators. Each part ends on it's own, but you will benefit from reading them in order. Some things are set up early for later stories. Please feel free to ask any questions. If its not spoiled later on, I will be happy to answer. I'll post once a week, so you won't have long to complete the story. I hope you all enjoy. Part 1: Elise Her mouth gaped open as her well manicured finger pulled the email back up and down. She had reread the entirety twice already, when only the header truly mattered. “Congratulations!!!” It exclaimed with all the confetti and fireworks neatly animated around the bulging letters. The bubbling, boiling, bountiful, beautiful, boisterous energy wanted to explode out of her chest as Elise pulled the tablet close to herself. “Hahahahaha. Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! YES! I’ve won. I’ve won, I’ve won, I’ve won.” She bounced around like a schoolgirl asked to prom by the football captain, like a toddler given a giant lollipop, like… well nothing like her outward appearance would suggest. The short bob cut auburn hair framed both her freckled face, as well as the conservative diamond earrings, matched by the one held to her neck by a thin gold chain. Her white blouse and business skirt lay across her body still wrinkle free after a full day at the office. The anxiety was worth it. The scheming had been worth it. The consequences… will probably be worth it. Elise was free. FREE! Free for one whole week from the monster she had married. The self centered, egotistical, maniacal demon that she had sold her heart too. The sound of the front door closing broke her from her revelry as she quickly hid the tablet back under the master bedroom bookshelf. A secret spot only her and the weekly maid knew of. “Okay. Okay. Calm down.” Elise brought herself to center with a large breath. “Now to sell it.” Walking down the cathedral stairs, her heels clacked against the marble. Standing by the doorway was the cleverly disguised devil, himself. The broad shoulders, ink black hair, and deep brown eyes were what had attracted her (and many others) to the construction industry’s Elon Musk. Mark Deighlein was a third generation Welshman who’s smile rarely ever met his eyes. “Never miss out.” Would be the title of his book. The phrase could be applied to any part of his life. Her appetite, business ventures, travels… hell, even leg day if you could imagine that. From up on her perch, Elise looked down at the man who had deceived her. Had stripped her of her freedomn, and enslaved her very being to him. She knew his magic powers well and would have to be smart to get away with her plan. She called down to him, “Mark. Welcome home. Listen, I know you just got back, but I’d like to…” Without looking her way, Mark continued to put away his coat and work shoes. (What you wear must always fit the occasion. Work shoes do not belong inside the house, only house shoes… whatever those are.) “Come down here, Elise. No need to shout indoors.” Shit. Heading down the stairs, she slowly inched closer and closer. Once on the ground floor she was already regretting her compliance. The bear of a man stood nearly a full foot taller than her and without the multiple layers of business suit covering him, the vest he wore did nothing to conceal his 235lb muscular frame. “Now, what was it you were saying?” Stepping forward, Mark fully blocked the light of the doorway chandelier as he stood in front of Elise. “I… I won.” “Won what?” …………………………………………………………………………………………………….. The deliberations had been hard fought. Mark was not one to skip details, and Elise was sure he was doing something with his magic to make her legs wobble. Eventually the pair had retired to the lounge where she had brought up the email from before, but from her phone this time, she was able to show him all the details, including the competition she had signed up for without his permission. That… didn’t go too well, but the rest did. Some might call it begging and pleading, but Elise was happy to leave it at negotiating her case. Never before had she ever presented him with a contract, but her “initiative” was surprisingly well received. Now, three weeks later, scheduled time off for the both of them, and a fully cleaned house, Elise was ready for her plan to fully come to fruition. She had been giddy all morning, nearly screwing up the makeup process she so rarely ever needed these days. She smiled mischievously at the thought of what was to come. The payback. The revenge. The JUSTICE! It was all firmly within her reach now. She had just finished preparing refreshments in the dine-in kitchen when the sound of chimes rang from the front door. Walking briskly past her husband still watching some show about stocks, she allowed for one minor treat before the full buffet. “Mark. Turn off the television. The crew is here and I don’t want to make a poor first impression.” Her heart pounded in her chest as the words left her mouth. The pause afterword, doubly so, but before he was able to turn around and answer, Elise had already quickly left and made her way down the hallway to greet her holy avengers. She had barely thrown the door open before loudly exclaiming, “Welcome! You must be the crew they sent. Come in. Come in.” There were four in total. Three men, and one woman. All dressed plainly, with jeans and either jackets or hoodies. All standard working class, with only slight individuality amongst them. The girl and one of the boys had fairly intricate looking cameras while the remaining two were busy with a black puffball on a stick and a heap of folders respectively. However, they were all so relaxed having been caught talking amongst themselves, not even pointing a camera at the entryway. Elise could feel herself frown, “Why aren’t you recording?” The boy with the folders stepped forward, “Oh. Mrs. Deighlein. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stook out his hand that she reluctantly shook. “I’m Dewayne, from Desperate Housewives, Maryland. Sorry for the confusion, but I just have a few papers for you and your husband to sign before we can start filming. Two party consent and all that.” His smile was obviously to disarm the tension, but Elise was annoyed. She had already begun to push with that comment to Mark earlier. If they couldn’t film without signing first, she might have just screwed this whole thing up. “On the show, you always film meeting the housewives.” Dwayne rubbed the back of his head as he clarified, “I’m sorry Mrs. Deighlein, but that’s just a bit of camera magic. We can film that after everything is signed. Now, we are going to be with you the whole week, so this is Danny, Ri…” Elise needed those papers signed and that camera rolling. Interrupting the boy she turned on her heels back towards the lounge, “Come on then. Best to get everything settled.” Biting her lip, Elise internally screamed as she saw Mark calmly pouring himself a shot of Tullamore at the bar. The T.V. was framed into the wall, dead quiet. Whether this was a good thing, or bad, was yet to be seen. Flashing a smile Elise tried to gauge how screwed she was, “Honey. The crew is here. They just need us to sign a few documents and then they can get started. Isn’t this exciting?” “Of course.” He took a sip from the irish whiskey before continuing, his eyes trained on her frame, “Now, why don’t you go grab the portable copier from my desk and hurry back.” The T.V. now forgotten, Elise smiled as she turned to go carry out her task, happy that her earlier fumble hadn’t screwed this whole thing up. “Pet.” The degrading nickname stopped her in her tracks. Quickly looking to the hallway, she worried that the crew might have heard, but from the sound of things, they must be bringing in equipment with them. One could hope. “I would also like you to do one more thing for me.” Elise didn’t dare turn back. She knew whatever sadistic smile her husband had on his face right now would buckle any bravado she had worked up thus far. “Yes, dear?” “Open the bottom right desk drawer for me.” Elise could feel her face heat up. A mixture of embarrassment and fear overwhelmed her as she spun around. “You promised!” Thankfully his focus was on the glass drink in his hands and not at her. “So I did. I’m not going to do anything so long as you don’t. I just want you to take a look inside. As a reminder.” “I don’t have to bring anything?” “Nothing but the copier.” He smirked, “Or did you already forget?” Elise turned back and stomped her way off away from the crew and her villianous tormentor, “Of course not!” Not a moment too soon as she could hear introductions taking place just as she had taken the first few steps upstairs. Down the hall and to the right she counted the doors until she had finally made it to the one she often dreaded. Living in a new home was sometimes weird, but only a few months here and she was intimately familiar with every nook and cranny of the mansion. All except here. The few times she had been to the study had been less than pleasant. Elise was pretty sure this was where he condensed his cursed magic. It would make sense why he was both here so often, and why she was only allowed when given express permission. Thoughts of subterfuge ran through her mind as the wide wooden door swung open to a room filled with a rich musk unnatural to such a new home. I could access all his files, find/destroy any kind of dirt he has on me, maybe find his phylactery and rid the world of his evil for good. I could also… just not… open the cabinet. Just tell him I did. Elise quickly shook the thoughts from her head. He would know, and she would suffer. This was not only a job he gave her, but probably a test. It would not surprise her if he was standing right behind her. Spinning around the woman in the expensive green dress and black leggings was met with dead air. Calming herself again, she made her way into the den of evil. Books of necromancy, baby harp seal harvesting, and taxes lined the bookshelves imported from some place where death squads had killed the natives. The thin portable copier sat at the edge of his thick desk, as if it was already waiting for her. Quickly gathering it in her hand, Elise almost left, but found herself possessed. Dark magic coursed through her legs as she was forced to walk over behind the desk and stand in front of the dreaded drawer. The redhead had rarely found herself in this room, that fact is true, but probably 40% of the time, when she was ordered to come here, Elise found herself opening this drawer. With cramped fingers, she slowly reached down to grab the brass handle, the cool metal surface chilled by Hades' breath. Opening it in slow measured amounts, the contents were finally revealed. Elise felt herself go white at the mere thought of how the tools inside had been used on her. Why he had kept these items here, where she was banned, was an easy question to answer. She could imagine how he would smile to himself after devouring another soul at his desk, leaning over and pulling this portal to her own personal hell open. How he would laugh at the thought of her misfortune and how the tools inside held such sway over her being. Standing up, Elise hurried back out before roughly closing the door and heading back to the lounge. Several boxes were brought in and Mark was casually talking to Dewayne and directing the other three on where to hide their equipment out of sight when he saw her, “There she is. The star of the show. My not quite desperate, house wife.” “I brought the copier.” Dewayne stepped up and took the offered device before Mark could, “Wow. This is something. I’ve seen them in the stores, but never actually out in the real world. Does it connect to your laptop?” Mark laughed as he poured two more glasses of whiskey and then grabbed a few cokes from the minifridge. “It just connects to my cloud account. I’ve already got a folder set up so we can get through this quickly.” The next two hours passed by painfully slow. Mark, the cautious creature that he was, took his time reading the book of documents to sign before so much as touching his pen. In the meantime, Elise was politely asked to show the three unoccupied crewmembers around the house while Dewayne answered any questions Mark had. Elise could barely muster a modicum of enthusiasm as she walked through her home. Not only was the “magic” of television production being ruined by her giving her First Look off camera, but the thought that Mark would find something objectionable and call the whole thing off weighed heavily. Finally she could hear laughter back in the lounge. Dropping her monotone description of the small pool sized bath, Elise rushed back with the crew in tow. “No need to worry. You wouldn’t be the first I’ve caught with something like this.” Her heart sank. Mike must have found something. Her smile felt cracked as she rushed in to see Mark signing the papers, “Oh. Umm… Is everything all right?” Mark looked up after dating next to his signature and held the pen out to his wife, “Of course. We just need you to sign now and then I can scan the documents while you can do whatever it is they do on these shows.” Yes. Yes, yes, YES!!! Her heart was pounding away like a jackhammer. She felt positively manic as Dewayne's voice grew further and further. It had no significance as her eyes followed his fingers to all the areas she needed to sign. Her hand felt like it was gliding on ice with each stroke as finally she felt the glory of victory rain down upon her. “I must thank you for providing a female camera woman. My sweet little Elise can get quite shy. I hope that you take care of her, Sofia. No offense Richard.” The sound of another moniker brought Elise down to Earth just as she finished the last signature, but little embarrassments would mean nothing soon. “None taken, sir. And if we need to do voice and sound without Danny, we have small equipment we can help you all with.” “So shall we begin?” Elise smiled up at Mark with as much malice as she could muster. “Mark, you can handle this paperwork while I introduce myself and the house. You can handle that, can’t you?” Everyone was quiet as they waited for Mark’s response. The power, the control. He can’t say a thing. He can’t do a thing. I have him completely under control now. Like the good little puppy he was, Mark smiled back and chirped, “Of course, Honey. Go have fun.” And have fun she was very much keen to do. But this was just the beginning. She smiled and danced for the camera as she “welcomed” them to her home. No detail was spared as she waltzed through the mansion with the camera hung on her every word. This piece was from Turkey, another from Moldova, and this desk was auctioned off from the Washington collection. Every desk, chair, painting, and installation was the culmination of her wealth and her achievement, but towards the end of her tour, was her power. Looping around she had purposefully avoided the lounge that she knew Mark was probably sulking in. Licking his wounds and maybe finally realizing the pickle he was in. “And this, right here is my loving and dutiful husband, Mark. Say hi to the camera Mark. He can be quite shy.” She felt positively high. Never… truly never had she ever been able to come close to talking to or about her husband this way. The very thought could have consequences. “Hello there. I’m Mark Deighlein. I run a few companies in the construction and landscaping business. I hope my wife doesn’t seem too desperate… or maybe that’s what the show is about.” Oh so that’s how you want to play this? “Dear, the whole premise of the show is how desperate housewives can be because of their husbands. Now, I’ve given them a tour so why don’t you sit down and explain whatever it is you do.” Elise was not about to back down. She had four strangers living with her for seven days. Strangers with camera’s who weren’t under her husband's thumb already, and she was going to fully enjoy tearing him down from that pedestal he’s been riding high on. The challenge was left at that as the camera’s focused on Mark while Elise got right to the next step of her plan. Talking down to that tyrant was exhilarating. She felt light as air as she skipped over to the opened laptop in the den. Flipping it open, she looked over to Regaliax. She looked at all the new designer dresses, shoes, and accessories Mimi had made recently. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help support her business?” Mimi was sure to get a kick out of having to restock her private collection. Elise would have to get her coconspirator to tailor some of the cuter items later. I’ll have to schedule that this week. No way we can return any of this after that. It'll be my own little crossover revenge episode with her! Mimi and her wife had designed the online shop fairly plainly. Only those who knew the two would even get past the extra zero that came at the end of each item's price, but what Elise had taken into account was the large font of the final check out page. She sat there. Waiting. Biding her time, with her finger hovering over the purchase button. She almost decided to check in with her soon to be victim, when she could hear his hoof stomps echoing down the hall. Her timing was perfect as she quickly pressed enter the moment his shadow fell over her shoulder. “What was all that?” The ire in his voice was obvious only to her. It was the tone he often had when talking to one of his lackeys after they had made a mistake in front of the customer. The cool calculating tone of: you have irrevocable fucked up, but I can’t say that here. Here it is. My moment of truth. Elise turned around on the plush couch, looking back to thankfully see the camera’s were still rolling. “Oh, no need to worry about that. Just doing some online shopping while I was waiting for you to finish up.” Leaning over, Mark was able to see the wide list of items that were just purchased, but could no longer see the price. Nothing to confirm what he had just caught a glimpse of. “Oh, barely a pitance.” Her posh riposte was a clear lie. She knew it. He knew it. Their bank account knew it. Shoot, the only reason the bank wasn’t calling about potential fraud was the fact that she shopped at Mimi’s store frequently, albeit with significantly less allowance. A crack formed in the already jagged smile Mark wore, “How much?” “Oh, Mark. You silly man.” The words spilled out of her mouth. How many times had she silently mouthed these words after being put to bed? “No need to act like a miser. I could do a bit of casual shopping every day and not make a dent in OUR fortune.” Mark turned to face the camera woman, “Sofia, could you stand over by the side of the couch?” So you wanna try and ignore me? You left me alone and I already did all this, dummy. Time to nail home just how screwed you are. How in my palm you now are! “In fact, I’m planning on picking out some new furniture after dinner tonight. I already have reservations for Ella La Bistro down by the lake at 6:00.” Mark led Sofia to where he had directed before moving to the front of the couch. “The lounge is just too gaudy. I know you wanted it to reflect a more relaxed atmosphere, but I can’t allow you to humiliate me in front of our guests anymore with your…” Mark sat down on the couch next to Elise and away from where Sofia now stood, camera trained on the pair. He was so close that his imprint on the cushion caused Elise to slide closer, her shoulder bumping into his arm. Mark didn’t match her gaze as he sat, smiling and looking forward. “Elise?” “Uh. Yes… da… dear?” “What was our agreement when you told me that you had entered into this contest without my permission?” “Permission?” She had to get a hold of the situation. She had pushed too far, but now she had to salvage the rest of the week. “I don’t need your permission to…” “What was our agreement?” He looked down at her. His smile was curt and polite, but his eyes burned behind the relaxed expression. It cowed her almost immediately. Quickly looking to the crew, Elise wracked her brain on how to save face and explain their deal in as vague terms as possible. “We agreed to uh… act in er… act in a way that reflected our position.” Mark exhaled and nodded his head as he reflected, “Ahhhh. Act in a way that reflected our position?” He rubbed his chin as he leaned close and cocked his head, “But, honey. I don’t remember agreeing to that?” “Huh?” “You know what?” Mark reached into the front pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Maybe if you could read your contract out to me, I might remember?” How? How, does he have that? I made sure he didn’t get a copy. The only one is up in my… Mark began unfolding it before handing it over to the struggling woman, “I was super impressed, but couldn’t get it out of my head that it didn’t sound like something you’d write.” He leaned over as he gently placed the contract in her hands, “Didn’t sound like Mimi, or Spencer, nor the twins. Maybe Olive?” She looked up in horror. How much did he know. Do the other’s know? Are they okay? Mark shuffled for a second as he removed his jacket and folded it in twane before handing it up to Dewayne. “Dewayne, could you set this on the chair over there?” The crew were all speechless, save for Dewayne who just managed a quick, “S…sure.” “Now sweety.” His wide calloused finger touched the first paragraph of the contract Olive had written up for the cabal. “From the top.” The letters jumped and shook as she failed to control her hands, but it was barely a problem. Having read and reread this piece of paper countless times since she had gotten her hands on it, she could nearly recite it from memory. Taking another look around, she knew that very quickly the contents of the document would expose her. Her throat felt dry and her forehead was already forming beads of sweat as she began, “Identification of parties. This agreement is made between Mark Deighlein, (signer one) and Elise Deighlein, (signer two).” “Such a smart sounding document, read by such a smart sounding girl. Keep going, sweety.” He was enjoying himself. She had gotten past the first sentence with a relatively normal pitch and his degradment was edging her close to collapsing, but what came next… “Le… legal services to be provided. Signer one agrees that… that between the times of 10 a.m. Monday May the twelfth of 2022 and 5 p.m. May the 18th 2022, when in the presence of members of the show, Desperate Housewives of Maryland, that signer one will refrain from all activities outlined in section three of this document.” She looked around. Nothing yet, but now the fact that section three was mentioned… “Why don’t we skip right to those activities? We can skip over your section for now.” He was jumping right to it. Elise hadn’t been able to prepare herself. To come up with an excuse, to have an interruption, to stall. She stood up as she held the paper to her chest where no one else would be able to get a glimpse of its contents. “If I read that, then it will be a violation of the contract!” Grabbing her hand, Mark quickly pulled Elise towards him. Falling over his lap, she couldn’t even think to squirm before she found her arms pinned to her back. “What are you doing!?!?!” “Elise.” The magic was back. It sent shivers up her spine and forced her completely still. She wasn’t in control. He was. “Yes?” Her voice was unsteady and her gaze was firmly on the ground in front of her. “You already broke the contract.” “Huh?” “I thought you read it. Then again, you didn’t read the contract you just signed this morning, so it wouldn’t surprise me if you didn’t read…” “I DID READ IT!” Elise couldn’t remember the last time she had interrupted him. Given her position… She yelped as she felt a light tap on her bottom. Not a spank, but more like a pat. “Then if you read it, then you’d know that you needed to act like a big girl this week, and not like the spoiled brat,” THWACK, his hand clapped against the skirt of the dress that covered her rump, “that, you have been today.” The spank was nowhere near enough to get her to shed so much as a tear, but she quickly realized why Mark had positioned that girl at the edge of the couch. She had a clear shot of her now spanked behind. “Mark, stop! They are recording.” “That they are.” THWACK. That one stung just ever so slightly. “Everyone is going to see this!” “You should have thought about that before speaking to me like you did this morning.” THWACK. “But I…” “Or when you introduced me.” THWACK. “Mark, what about your reputation?” She shouted out. Elise waited for the next spank, but it didn’t come, however she could still feel Mark’s hand holding her down. Carefully she twisted herself to look up at him only to go pale at the look of his soft smile. A smile she knew all too well. Mark was gone. “Daddy?” “That’s right, princess. And Daddy is going to show everyone how much,” THWACK. “his reputation,” THWACK. “means to him.” THWACK. Elise could feel her dress being pulled up passed her hips, fully displaying her silk black panties beneath her sheer tights. “No!” She could feel the sting beginning, but a bare bottom spanking, “You can’t show a naked woman’s butt on television!” “I’m only showing how to properly discipline an unruly little girl.” THWACK. While still not completely bare bottom, that spank had hurt. In her distant past, Elise had been spanked by a number of people in less public situations, but Mark’s giant like hand had always been the worst. A single stroke from his hand was nearly as bad as the cane she had only once been brave enough to try. I have to stop this! “You!” She looked over to the camera man who had now positioned himself on the other side of the couch, meaning she was being filmed from both ends now. THWACK “Little girl, it is not polite to refer to grownups as “You”. When you address an adult you will refer to them properly.” The pain in her backside was increasing and beginning to cloud her memory. “Ummm. George?” THWACK “Not even close, sweety. Try again.” She really had no idea. Hell, if you asked her what the color of his hair was, she’d probably have a hard time without him right in front of her. He was just the camera guy! “Collin?” THWACK. “Where are you getting these names from?” “GIVE ME A HINT!” Her legs were now kicking out with each spank. Ants danced across each cheek. “It starts with a R.” It all came back to her. Mark had said it earlier. “RICHARD!” THWACK. The tears welled up in her eyes as she screamed out, “I GOT IT RIGHT! Why did you spank me!?!” Mark rubbed Elise’s inflamed bottom in firm slow circles, “That’s not how you address an adult, little girl.” “Mr. Richard.” Elise heard her daddy practically purr, “That’s a good girl.” Elise sighed before the feeling of Mark’s fingers began to pull back the waistband of her tights. Frantically she looked back at the cameraman, “Mr. Richard, I revoke my consent to be filmed. Please leave and delete your recording.” Richard looked nervously towards the back of the couch at what must have been Dewayne who quickly moved to the front and crouched down to near eye level with Elise. He couldn’t quite maintain eye contact though, once he started, “I’m sorry Mrs. Deighlein…” Mark spoke up from above, “Elise will do for now.” Dewayne looked up and cleared his throat, “Oh. My apologies.” Looking down at Elise again, he started over, “I’m sorry M… er… Elise. But according to the contract you signed, the only person who can tell us to leave, is your husband.” “Daddy.” Mark corrected, and Elise blushed at. Dewayne swallowed hard, “is your… daddy.” “What, how?” What could she possibly have signed? Elise felt the tights rip as they were roughly pulled from her waist. “No! Explain yourself!” Dewayne looked away as he blushed, “You, uh… We erm… When we record everything going on in the er… houses we shoot at. Sometimes things get heated and sometimes people will kind of try to stop us recording.” “You can’t just record without my permission.” “We can’t record without the homeowners permission.” Dewayne corrected. Elise was slack jawed at the implication. Of course she didn’t own the house. Everything was in Mark’s name. But wait… “You still can’t record me!” “Well you see…” Mark cut in, “That’s why you have to read those contracts, Elise.” Looking up, she could see part of the dark waistband held loosely in Mark’s hands. He smiled condescendingly at her, “When you signed the contract, you gave your right to revoke consent to the homeowner.” Dewayne jumped back in, “That’s right. Everyone in the house signs that right over to the homeowner, that way we can avoid conflicts.” “So, BABY girl?” The emphasis was not lost on Elise. She wouldn’t think Mark would take things this far, but even further… “How much did you just spend at Mimi’s” “Thirty-six.” It was barely a whisper. Hardly a hint on the wind. “How much?” Elise spoke up a bit louder this time, “Thirty-six.” There was tension in the air. A hard silence that held everyone’s breath. “Thirty-six, what?” His magic once again pushed past her resistances and without any warning the words dribbled from her lips, “Thirty-six thousand dollars.” Dewayne’s face was the first thing she saw as she looked up. The pure horror in his face was mirrored by the look on Richard’s face as well as Danny’s whom Elise was just now noticing. His mic had dropped down, far enough that it was probably in Sofia’s shot. Oh Sofia. Looking back, she could see that the camera woman also shared the same ghastly half open mouth image that her coworkers wore. Yup. Just the same. And then… Elise looked up towards Mark. Her stomach dropped and the tiniest trickle escaped past the thin lace of her big girl panties and onto the wooden floor below. Drip. Drip. Drip. The few drops caused the only sound in the room as the stone faced frown looked down on the terrified girl. It was like slow motion as she watched his hand rise up in a steep arc, before coming down like a tidal wave onto her damp bottom. SMACK! The wet smack against her bottom lit up every pain receptor she had ever felt. A solid hunk of force rippled through her entire body as the pain from the spank forced its way up and into her brain. Elise let out a shriek as Mark began to lay into her. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The pain continued on and on. The first blow was the most forceful, but the continued assault on her cheeks ignited into an inferno on her surely bruised backside. “How much are you allowed to spend without Daddy’s approval?” The snot had clogged her nose, making her response raspy and ruff, “Five… five hundred.” SMACK. “Owweeee! Please. Daddy, stop! I thought… ugh… I thought…” SMACK “You thought that some dumb little contract would stop me from tanning your hide when you spent over seventy times your allowance?” “YES!” SMACK “Were you right?” “NO!” SMACK “No, what?” SMACK “NO, DADDY!” Elise lay over Mike’s lap sobbing into his leg as she felt the dam fully break. The watergates were open and she proceeded to fully soak her panties, her dress, and her Daddy’s lap. “Uh, oh.” Mike’s singsong voice cut through the heavy breaths. Pulling Elise up onto his lap he pulled her head into his shoulder. “Looks like little Elise went potty on Daddy’s lap.” Elise couldn’t resist the comfort that came from her daddy’s soft bottom pats, nor his soothing voice. His magic eroded any resistance she had and she fully sank into his hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “Ummm…” Dewayne brought the pair's attention back to the company in the room, “Would you like to clean up. We can just…” Mark stood up positioning Elise to his hip where she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yup, I’ve got to clean this one up. Get her into something more appropriate.” Something more appropriate. What a way to signal the final end to Elises week free from Daddy. Oh well. It was worth a shot. “Okay. Good luck with that. Richard, Sophia, you can take the cameras back to…” Mike paused by the starway, “Okay. All of you come along.” Dewayne fumbled with his words, “What? Oh. Oh, we can just…” Mike once again cut him off, “Earlier you said that we would could use some smaller equipment and Sophia for little Elise’s privacy.” No. Dewayne looked to Sophia who was just as shocked by the way this conversation was going. “Um.. yeah. But I don’t think…” “That won’t be necessary.” A collective, “Huh?” echoed through the room. No. Mark continued, “Little girls have no modesty, so you all are welcome to continue shooting as you are. Come on now. Time to get this babygirl into a nice thick diapie.” Oh, god that’s so much worse! “DADDY, NO!” SMACK. “Don’t you tell me no, little lady. I don’t even know where you could have gotten underwear like this.” Everything. All the little secrets she had hoped to hide, both from the monster carrying her up the stairs as well as the world watching everything those camera’s see, was coming out. “I doubt Mimi would be so bold. Unless Hannah has indulged in new play with Spencer, I doubt he would even have access to panties. I’m guessing one of the twins. Which one was it?” Elise buried her face into Mike’s shoulder. She might have been caught, but it would take a lot more than this to make her into a snitch. “I guess we should stop by my desk then. You left the drawer open, right?” “Claire! It was Claire that got me the panties.” Smack. It still caused her to jump, but this time, the spank was much lighter. “There we are. I’m going to have to talk with Alec and Stacy about Claire’s behavior. It’s a shame. I heard that she had just graduated out of trainers.” I’m sorry Claire! Please forgive me. Looking behind the beast carrying her, Elise watched the camera crew following along like zombies. Eyes wide open, mouths either firmly shut or slightly gaping, following along towards her demise. Even looking from behind, Elise knew exactly where they were the moment Mike stopped and turned to face the nondescript door. The only thing hinting at this being anything other than a closet, as she had alluded to during her first two tours, was the card scanner by the handle, locking anyone out who shouldn’t be there. “Here we go. Now, does my princess want to show the nice T.V. people her room?” He was asking her, not telling her. Which meant she had a choice? Right? Rather than vocalize her desire to be as far removed from this as possible, Elise once again buried her head into Mike's shoulder. “Uh, oh. Someone is shy, or maybe tired. Maybe it’s time for a nap. Either way,” Mike reached his arm up and pushed his watch up to the scanner. An audible click and Mike turned to the crew, “Dewayne, I have my hands full, could you open the door and let your team in?” Dewayne for his part, had a thousand yard stare going on as he reached forward and pulled the handle down. The door was on safety hinges so as he pushed, it effortlessly and slowly opened up to reveal a sea of greens, and blues, and little patches of bright color throughout. “It's… a forest?” Sofia was the first to recognize the painted walls that looked like trees with all sorts of flora and fauna mixed accented by the plush green carpet, but it was Danny who noticed there was something much more embarrassing. “Is that a crib, and a changing table?” Mike strode in past the dumbstruck camera crew heading for the aforementioned padded table. “Yuppers. Everything for my baby girl.” Dewayne walked over to the rocking horse that was much to large to fit a child. Pushing it back and forth as he began to notice all the other infantile paraphernalia he spoke as if only to himself, “That’s what he meant when he said diapers. This isn’t for a child.” All eyes, and cameras, were on Elise who was now fully splayed out on the animal print changing table. A thick white diaper with little animal cubs printed on it was brought out with a bottle of baby powder and layed next to her head. “Well, Elise may not look it, yet. But you have to agree that she has acted like a child.” Mike smiled down at the girl he was about to fully humiliate with all the love and adoration of a doting father. Elise for her part could only lay back and wish she was elsewhere. She had lost. Her plan had failed, and now the whole world would know about her. She had no idea what Daddy was thinking when he exposed her like this. Sure, she had been a bit of a brat, but why can’t she have all the fun she wanted for once? “It’s not fair.” Elise pouted. Mike brought out a pair of scissors and began cutting through not only her only pair of underwear, but also the green dress she wore. Could it be replaced? Yes, but the wet feeling around her butt meant that the rayon fabric would need to be fully cleaned and sanitized. Something neither of the two had done in years. “What’s not fair, baby?” She couldn’t look him in the eyes. Why would he hurt her like this? “I don’t want the whole world to know what we do.” She could feel the tears coming freely now. “And why is that, honey. You said yourself that this is who you are deep down. You don’t want to share this with the world?” The cut clothes were removed and Mike brought up the heated wipes. “I ONLY WANT TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU!” The sentiment lay heavily in the air as Mike began with her legs. “And what about Mimi? And Spencer? And everyone else you get to play baby with?” “Them too! But that’s all private. They are also into the kink scene. Spencer is a bigger baby than me!” A wipe right down the middle had her shiver in pleasure for just a moment before her face went right back to its deep shade of red. “Oh baby liked that? Anyway, your right baby. Daddy isn’t going to show the world how much of a pamper packing, thumb sucking, tamper throwing, diaper baby you are. Right, Dewayne?” Elise looked over to the camera crew, blushing as she could just barely make out the reflection of a nude body on top of a changing table in the black lense. Dewayne nodded his head, “While there isn’t anything per say in the contract about not filming sexually explicit content, we can’t exactly put anything up into the public either.” Mike chuckled, “It’s also not a great idea to get on a person’s bad side when they have near unlimited access to all kinds of heavy machinery, a questionable workforce, and innumerable empty worksites.” The threat was clear and positively received, based on the looks of everyone it had been directed to. Elise was still fuming, “Then tell them to stop filming, Daddy!” SMACK. “Little one, I have had enough of your tantrums today. You are to be the most well behaved baby on the planet for the rest of the evening, or we can head straight to my office. I don’t want to hear a single whine out of you. Am I clear?” Fully cowed, Elise felt her thumb slip past her lips and into her mouth, “Yeth, Daddy.” “Again?” Mike sighed as he reached down to pull the digit from her lips before pushing a thick Nuk 10 pacifier into the girl’s mouth. “Gotta break that habit one of these days.” Lifting her by the ankles, Mike slid the thick diaper under her bottom before laying her back down on the elevated cushion, “There. Now, the public doesn’t get to see baby Elly, but Daddy can always use more baby videos. So the nice camera crew are here to stay.” Looking over to the now nervous group Mike offered an olive branch, “I would be very keen on purchasing a high quality version of the content you won’t be making public. Very keen.” The crew looked to each other before focusing on the odd spectacle before them, convinced that whatever weirdness they may have gotten themselves into, a nice paycheck at the end would be worth it. “Now, since you were so rude to them, I think that our friends should get a say in your punishment. First, Danny. Give me a number between 30 and 180.” “Uh, 65?” “Richard, yes or no?” “Yes or no?” Mike chuckled, “Only one, please.” “No.” “Hmmm, conservative. Most people say yes. Dewayne, pick one, two, or three.” “Three.” “Okay, and finally Sofia. I’m sorry I have to be gendered about this, but no other man is allowed to put hands on my princess. I also fully believe in consent so for this question I’ll spell it out. Do you want to tape up this little brats diaper?” Sofia squirmed in place for a second, obviously against the thought at first, but shrugged her shoulders and handed off the camera to Dewayne, “Sure… I guess. Just show me how too…” “Ah, ah, ah. First, let’s hear what everyone else has chosen for baby Elly.” Elise for her part was suckling hard on her binki. The questions he asked could relate to anything, but the thought of someone not in her community participating in her treatment had her blushing all kinds of red. Thoughts of getting up and running out the door crossed her mind, but the moment she shifted her bottom, the stinging heat she felt on her seat convinced her that her idea would not at all be worth it. In the end if no one else is going to see it… I guess it’s just kink play? Ugh. Where’s Dashy? Looking around the stuffed horse was spotted resting on the crib. Making grabby hands towards it, Elise knew her Daddy would quickly retrieve her comfort friend. “Oh?” Mike did in fact notice, and instead of waiting, he quickly retrieved the animal for his girl. “Now for the results. First answer was 65, which means princess gets a 65 minute nap.” Okay, not so bad. “Next, the little girl is lucky. Bound to her crib, yes or no. Richard says no.” Oh, thank god. Richard, I’m sorry I ever forgot your name! Looking over she gave silent thanks to her savior, who returned it with a nod. “And finally. Dewayne, the meanest man in the land, said that whittle baby Elly needs a full cleaning with,” Reaching down, Mike pulled up a jar with little clear pellets that he roughly dropped on the table, “Three! Count em. Three suppositories.” Burying her face into Dashy, Elise was mortified. Three suppositories meant that the 65 minute nap she was getting would invariably end up stinky. Glistening them up with lube, Mike made quick work of the task as Elise squirmed and mewled at each invader. It wasn’t pleasant, but the jar was only half full, meaning this wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar process for the girl. Next came the powder and finally Sofia was directed on how to properly tape up her Safari diaper. “There we go, all wrapped up and sweet smelling… for now. Sofia, before you go back to the camera, do you mind picking out a onesie from the closet next to the rocker?” Making her way over Sofia hesitated as she opened the sliding wood door. “Oh. Oh my.” Every article imaginable that could fit in a toddler’s closet was there. Onesies yes, but also dresses, shortalls, footed sleepers, childish costumes, and most embarrassingly… “Is that… a straight jacket?” Sophia looked in awe as she pulled out the garment. Mike walked over, shocking the dazed woman when he gently grabbed the buckle and strap material from her, “Yes, and it’s not a onesie, so maybe we should just go with a standard pink.” Coming back to the table, Sofia’s choice forgotten, Mike helped the now desperate girl into her soft pink onesie. It was clear the poor girl was on the brink and Mike seemed keen on containing the imminent smell behind soft cotton. Being jostled around wasn’t helping her as Elise began feeling the cramps that came from suppositories. “Hold on a minute. What's that?” Elise followed Mike’s gaze to the stomach of her onesie. “What’s, what?” Mike’s thick hand rested on her lower stomach. Too late, Elise realized what he was about to do as she watched her lower belly pressed downward. The combined pressure was too much as Elise let out a moan. The spread open position was doing nothing to help keep the tidal wave of sludge out of her waiting diaper. It was impossible, given her position and the suppositories to hold on for more than a few seconds before she was loudly filling her diaper. Wave after wave of mush pushed into the seat of her pants and she filled her diaper like a toddler. The poop smeared across both cheeks as she exhaled deeply after the cramp had subsided. As she looked down at her now bulging bottom, she could just see the brownish white peeking out from behind the snaps of her onesie. “Okay, I think that’s enough for now. Unless the smell of poopy pamper sounds exciting to you four, I recommend you head downstairs.” The crew did just that and took their leave at Mike’s advice. Finally alone again, Mike bent over and passionately kissed Elise on the lips. A gesture sleepily, but happily returned. “Not exactly how you imagined this week, is it?” “I had you. I could have done anything I wanted and you could do nothing about it!” “Not for one second.” “Not when you cheat.” Ellie felt her bottom being smooshed against her as Mike’s hand kneaded the fresh mesh into her backside. “Hey.” “Hey what?” His other hand moved to the front of her diaper as his thumb firmly pressed directly into her slowly moistening crotch. “Hey, stop. I’m messy.” Her pout had been replaced with a moan as the feeling of her used padding being pressed against her sent waves of ecstasy budding across her body. “You always were a little diaper slut. Messy diapers never stopped you before.” “Daddy…” “That’s right, baby girl. Now, I bet being seen getting your naughty bottom tanned over my lap excited you. I bet the thought of messing yourself in front of total strangers has you positively flustered.” Leaning down he whispered into her ear, “I bet knowing that the very next thing I’m going to do is put you in that crib to take a nap in your mess while I go downstairs and explain to those very same people that you tried to use against me, that this kink and these diapers were all your idea has you ready to squirt all over your favorite diapies.” “Daddy! Daddy, please. I was a bad girl. I’m sorry daddy. Please. Please let me cum!” Pulling back the look of betrayal on his little girls face had Mike positively rock hard. “Nope. Daddy, isn’t going to get you off it your messy, stinky padding.” Elise sulked as she was carried over to the crib. However, that changed as a vibrator was dropped next to her. “Daddy wants his naughty baby girl to make cummies in her poopy diaper all by herself. Except. This time,” Reaching over he turned on the baby monitor. The baby monitor, that both of them knew connected to the speaker down in the lounge, where all the crew were. “You have to do it while everyone can hear you.” Elise looked mortified. Her gaze going between her Daddy, the wand, and the monitor. She was speechless as she watched him walk away, before turning off the light and closing the door. Smiling to himself, Mike wondered if it would take her long to cave. If he would get back to the lounge before or after she had already started. He knew it wouldn’t take long. After all, she was one desperate little house baby.

For me, I use them for both, but sparingly. I don't shave, so that means I have to be extra careful not to smell like used diaper when outside the house. That means at least two showers between fully getting the baby experience and going out in public.

I'm not a huge fan of Pokemon themed abdl stories. You have certainly changed my mind. Can't wait for more!

Your attention to detail, inner dialogue, and pacing were fantastic. I'm very much looking forward to the future chapters.

This is by far, one of my favorite "Regression under Circumstances" that I've ever read. The passing has great ebb and flow. The main character is interesting and the story itself is believable. My only complaint would be some of the caretakers delineation. Veronica and Casey are the only two with clearly defined roles and character. Hopefully the others can get some more time to shine. Even still, I get excited for each update and that one complaint isn't nearly enough to change the overall story. Fantastic job!

Very well written start. I hope you enjoy posting here. Not a huge amount of interaction, but everyone seems nice. I can't wait to read more of your work. Welcome to the site!

I'm glad you like it. The story isn't dead either. I've just been busy with the new home as well as my job. This story also ties into Little Conditions as you will see soon. I'm 8 chapters into the next installment of that story and will be posting weekly some time this spring.

Well shit. I might have a new favorite one shot. Quick paced, great follow through, and satisfying in the begining, middle, and end.

Fantastic. It works well as a one shot, but I'd love to read more.

Awww. So cute. Although the bedwetting might be a problem for the new baby if she ever wants to grow up.

I'm not a fan of this style of story. I like details and more character development. But I honestly couldn't stop once I started reading your story. This style suits the story well and you had great continuity. You've done a fantastic job. I hope to see more!

I don't think you have any cause for concern with your ending. It felt a titch rushed, but your story is filled with a very erratic pace. A fitting structure for a story about insanity. I'm super satisfied with it and glad I came back in time to see the end. The story works wonderfully for a binge. You did a fantastic job and should be very proud of this work.