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Hey there everyone I'm here posting another group of stories here, this time from an old abdl site called the magic box you probably have been on there once upon a time, but it's gone now so I'm posting the stories I can gather that were on that site on here just like I did with the Baby Tali Stories. But here's the thing I may need your help if you know a story that was on that site or if you know where I can find some of those old stories I encourage you to DM me or post those stories on here. And finally like with the Baby Tali Stories I am not the author of any of these stories, I am simply a guy trying to do story preservation so these stories don't get lost to the sands of time that is the internet, so if there's a story that ends on a cliffhanger or there is a story you don't care for there's nothing I can do.

Story Synopsis: Mommy Influencer: The Road to Becoming a Teenage Toddler (Volume 1 of 3) Eighteen-year-old Paul Goldhawk is a gifted actor whose dreams are quietly crumbling. College rejection letters stack up, the girl he loves slips away, and his father’s new marriage to glamorous influencer Lilly has turned their once-comfortable home into a place where Paul feels like an unwanted stranger. Lilly, chasing the last sparks of her fading spotlight, never imagined she’d be raising a resentful stepson who refuses to simply “grow up and leave.” The tension between them is raw, unspoken, and electric. Then Paul’s hidden struggle erupts. Overwhelming stress triggers something deeply private and humiliating he can no longer hide. Incontinence, panic attacks, and crushing shame force him into the one place he finds safety: gentle, supported regression. Thick diapers, pacifiers, and the comforting structure of “little space” become his lifeline — not a kink, but the only thing keeping him from breaking apart completely. The diapers and comfort items come from Lilly’s dearest friend Kim — better known as Mama Kim — whose steady wisdom becomes the unexpected bridge that pulls the fractured family together. What begins as Lilly’s reluctant, camera-ready attempt to manage the crisis explodes into something profoundly real. Suddenly the woman who wanted Paul anywhere but under her roof finds herself becoming the fiercely protective caregiver he desperately needs. Meanwhile, Bryan — Paul’s father and a successful Hollywood executive — finally admits the truth: the industry hollowed out his relationship with his son. Paul’s condition offers Bryan more than a crisis — it gives him a second chance at fatherhood, the chance to trade red carpets for rocking chairs, long shoots for bedtime stories. And quietly entering their world is a new presence — a young woman whose devoted care and quiet intensity bring Paul both unexpected comfort and hidden complications he’s not yet ready to name. Surrounded by an authentic cast of real-life supporting characters who refuse to turn away, Paul begins the long, painful journey back toward the stage he was born to stand on. Tender, cinematic, and unflinchingly honest, Mommy Influencer is a three-volume saga about unconditional love, the healing power of safe regression, and the courage it takes to rebuild when the world tries to break you. Chapter One: Lilly stared at the mirror, meticulously smoothing her platinum blonde hair into flawless waves, each strand gleaming under the vanity lights. At thirty-five, she'd painstakingly built an empire, one glamorous, curated post at a time. Once, Lilly's name dominated social media’s glamour spectrum; her extravagant travel vlogs, couture-filled closets, and meticulously staged selfies commanded millions of followers. Every endorsement deal had been a glittering jewel in her digital crown, each more luxurious than the last. But today, as her perfectly manicured finger scrolled through analytics, the steady decline in followers felt like tiny needles prickling her porcelain skin. Anxiety flickered in her carefully charcoal-outlined eyes as her reflection grimaced back at her. "You ready, Lilly?" Kim called from downstairs, her voice echoing with the unmistakable cheer of someone whose influencer career was effortlessly thriving. "Coming!" Lilly forced brightness into her voice, quickly swiping away her dwindling follower count and smoothing out her silk blouse. Descending the marble staircase of her pristine Sarasota home, Lilly’s smile tightened at the sight of her influencer friends—each glowing, effortlessly chic mothers expertly juggling toddlers, diaper bags branded with luxury logos, and carefully positioned smartphones. Her stomach knotted when Kim, cradling a squirming, giggling two-year-old, flashed a triumphant grin. "Seriously, Kim, your engagement lately has been insane," Tiffany gushed, adjusting her own baby’s organic cotton bonnet, her voice tinged with admiration and envy. "Mommy content is the new goldmine," Kim said smugly, bouncing her child gently on her hip. "Audiences adore real parenting struggles—it's authentic, relatable." Lilly felt her lips twitch involuntarily. Authentic. Relatable. The words tasted bitter in her mouth. Her polished lifestyle—luxury vacations, elite fashion events, exclusive skincare routines—once her currency, now seemed hollow beside the charming chaos of motherhood. "What's it like, Kim?" Lilly found herself asking, genuine curiosity softening her voice despite herself. "Being a mommy, I mean?" Kim's eyes lit up, face animated with a warmth Lilly had rarely seen. "Exhausting, messy, nonstop. I haven't had perfect nails in months because I'm always elbow-deep in mashed peas or diaper cream." Kim laughed warmly, kissing her son’s forehead. "But honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It's pure chaos, Lilly, but it fills you with so much love, you forget about everything else." Lilly’s heart twisted, an unfamiliar ache settling in her chest. Could she ever feel that way? Could motherhood really become her new platform? "Lilly, maybe you should consider it," Kim teased lightly, casting a glance around the elegantly childless space. "You've got Paul already—instant teenage content! Teenagers can be just as relatable." Lilly forced a laugh, masking her irritation. Paul. Bryan's gangly, withdrawn eighteen-year-old son from his previous marriage. Their interactions were mostly limited to polite avoidance, marked by awkward silences and sidestepped glances rather than genuine familial warmth. Just days ago, they'd argued awkwardly in the kitchen over something trivial. "Paul, have you seen my phone charger?" Lilly asked, her tone sharper than she'd intended. Paul barely glanced up from his cereal bowl, his voice a monotone. "No." "Well, it's not where I left it," she pressed, irritation rising. "Did you take it to your room again?" He sighed heavily, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why would I? I've got my own." "Because you've done it before," Lilly snapped, crossing her arms defensively. Paul shoved his chair back, frustration clear in the tense lines of his body. "Just forget it, okay? I'll buy you a new one if it's that important." The tension between them had thickened into a quiet resentment, their coexistence fractured into strained silences and terse exchanges, punctuated only by Bryan’s occasional interventions from afar. Hours later, as her friends waved cheerful goodbyes, Lilly sank onto her velvet sofa, her mind racing. Bryan, as always, was miles away on another endless business trip, leaving her alone in their pristine yet eerily empty home. Paul, hidden upstairs, absorbed in video games or whatever else consumed teenagers these days, seemed worlds apart. She'd never wanted children—babies were messy, noisy, an inconvenience to her meticulously curated existence. Yet now, desperation gnawed at her. The allure of revived success flickered temptingly, brighter than her long-held reservations. Chapter Two: Lilly woke the next morning surprisingly energized, slipping effortlessly into her brand-new Lulu Lemon leggings and Skechers slip-ons. A smile played on her lips as she recalled Kim's absurd suggestion about creating "parenting content." Parenting Paul, the teenage wastoid? Utterly ridiculous. But then again, perhaps borrowing Kim's adorable toddler Sammy occasionally—"Auntie Lilly" videos could provide the fresh content she needed. As she descended the stairs for her morning run, she paused outside Paul's bedroom door, compelled by an unfamiliar curiosity. Quietly pushing open the door, Lilly was momentarily startled by the sight—Paul lay sprawled across his bed, uncovered, vulnerable, and oblivious. Suppressing a giggle, she noticed Paul's immature frame and whispered to herself, amused, "Well, there's certainly one thing you didn't inherit from your daddy." Shaking her head lightly, she gently draped a sheet over him before silently exiting. Paul stirred awake shortly afterward, his skin prickling from embarrassment and unease. Had Lilly been in his room? Heat rose in his cheeks, shame tightening his chest. Quickly, he forced himself through his morning exercises—sit-ups, push-ups—trying desperately to shed his anxiety. Showering hastily, he avoided eye contact with his own reflection, feeling overly self-conscious about his youthful build. His mother's absence was palpable, the ache for her nurturing presence always a quiet pain. Andrea would have made mornings easier, warmer somehow. Entering the kitchen, Paul sighed at its emptiness. No breakfast—no renewal for the meal service, a subtle neglect. He envied Amber, whose mom made legendary breakfast nachos for her and her friends. Just as his thoughts spiraled darker, Lilly breezed in from her run, glowing and energized but clearly distracted. "Good morning, Lilly," Paul attempted a polite smile. "Good run? Want breakfast?" She paused, assessing him skeptically—his messy hair, childish Ninja Turtles shirt. "No thanks, Paul," she replied lightly, hiding amusement behind politeness. "Shouldn't you get going? You have school." Paul watched her retreat upstairs, irritation simmering beneath a veneer of indifference. Muttering "Dumb bitch," under his breath, he grabbed a Sunny D and protein bar, resigned to another lackluster morning. At school, the familiar anxiety knotted Paul's stomach. His solace lay in Drama and English, but everywhere else he was painfully average. Zach and Mitchell greeted him enthusiastically at his locker. "Hey man, your stepmom’s newest post is fire," Zach teased, elbowing him playfully. Paul grimaced, forcing a laugh, "Dude, that’s gross." It was humiliating having Lilly admired openly by peers. His embarrassment deepened as Amber and her cheerleading squad walked past. Paul’s breath caught, heart hammering. Amber's silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her emerald eyes sparkling as she laughed with friends. He daydreamed briefly about holding her hand, walking proudly beside her, hearing her whisper secrets just for him. Reality crashed back when she passed without even a glance, leaving Paul feeling utterly invisible. In gym class later, Paul dribbled the basketball awkwardly, his lanky limbs betraying him. Marcus and Dylan, star athletes, mocked openly, jeering loudly. "Hey, Pauly, pee-wee leagues are that way!" Dylan sneered, causing laughter to ripple through the class. Flustered, Paul felt heat rise to his face, humiliation making his hands shake. Suddenly, a shove sent him sprawling, and in a sickening moment of panic, he nearly lost control of his bladder. Mortified, he stood quickly, feeling his face burn red as he whispered to himself, "Great, still dribbling at 17. No girl's ever gonna want this." Back home, Lilly’s mind raced after her Zoom call with Kim and Mindy, jealousy simmering. Mindy's Huggies deal echoed in her thoughts—a five-year partnership because followers loved "real motherhood." Lilly stared at her declining follower count, resentment twisting her stomach. A spark of inspiration struck suddenly, an idea blooming. She remembered the awkwardness in Paul's demeanor, his shy uncertainty. What if she embraced teenage motherhood content instead? She could dominate a fresh niche, revitalizing her career. Yes, Paul was her ticket back to the top. "I'll My-Fair-Lady him," she whispered excitedly to herself. "Turn him into someone confident, someone followers will root for." Smirking, she considered how she'd charmed Bryan—through his stomach. Cooking Paul's favorite meal, peppercorn steak with twice-baked potatoes and steamed lemon-infused garlic green beans, would soften him up perfectly. That evening, Paul walked in warily, immediately struck by the tantalizing aroma. Lilly, standing poised in the kitchen, smiled warmly. "Hungry, Paul?" Her voice unusually gentle. "Yeah," he answered cautiously, taking a seat. "Smells incredible." The meal was undeniably delicious, each bite softening Paul's defenses slightly. Lilly watched carefully, sensing her opportunity. "Hey, Paul," she began carefully, voice gentle yet persuasive. "Would you… want to film something casual with me?" Paul hesitated mid-sip, skepticism clouding his expression. "Film what exactly?" "Something simple, maybe a day-in-the-life type of thing, or testing new products together," she proposed smoothly, attempting to mask her desperation with calm sincerity. His brows knitted suspiciously. "Why me? Isn't that what your friends' kids are for?" "Exactly," Lilly admitted, smiling with calculated authenticity. "Family content is really popular, and technically, we’re family. Could be good for us, Paul." Paul eyed her critically, thoughts racing. Finally, he sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Fine, just don’t make it weird, okay?" "Great!" Lilly exhaled, surprised by the genuine relief she felt. "It won’t be weird, Paul. It'll just be… authentic." He rolled his eyes softly but surprised himself by continuing the conversation casually. They shared stories of their day, Paul opening up cautiously about his humiliating gym class experience and the persistent ache of feeling invisible. Lilly found herself genuinely laughing and sympathizing, forgetting briefly her calculated intentions. As dinner ended, Paul, feeling oddly content, suggested hesitantly, "Maybe we could catch a movie sometime. Together, or separately if you prefer." Lilly smiled warmly, nodding. "I'd like that, Paul." Upstairs, Paul lay awake, conflicted. Lilly was manipulative—controlling—but tonight had felt almost…normal. His father's words echoed clearly: "Respect Lilly, but you don’t have to call her Mom." Paul hadn't, wouldn’t. Still, as he drifted off, he admitted begrudgingly to himself that dinner had felt comforting, like a glimpse of family he'd long missed. Meanwhile, downstairs, Lilly checked her phone eagerly—her initial teaser post about "teenage step-motherhood" had exploded in views. Her heart raced, excitement building. "This could work," she whispered triumphantly. "Maybe, just maybe, I've finally found my way back to the top." Chapter Three: Kim’s kitchen buzzed with warmth and the aroma of homemade applesauce as Lilly stepped inside, a gentle breeze following her through the open door. Kim was at the center of it all, apron splattered artistically with fresh applesauce, a picture of motherly charm as she attempted to feed her squirmy two-year-old, Dylan. The toddler giggled, smearing applesauce everywhere except his mouth. "Lilly! Come in, grab a seat," Kim greeted cheerily, dodging Dylan’s tiny hands. Lilly slid onto a kitchen stool, eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, guess what? I'm finally doing it—the teenage makeover series! Paul has reluctantly agreed to be my first victim." Kim clapped excitedly, nearly dropping the spoon. "Oh my gosh, this is exactly what you needed! Teens are so hot right now. Maybe something like 'Stepmom Style Rescue' or 'Teen Transformation Tuesdays'?" "Perfect! And maybe a ‘Date-Night Disaster’ episode," Lilly laughed, enthusiasm spilling over as they bounced ideas back and forth. Their excited chatter halted abruptly as Dylan spat out applesauce, giggling at the mess he'd created. "Oh, great," Kim sighed dramatically, wiping Dylan's chubby face. "This could definitely go viral." "Careful, Kim," Lilly teased gently. "Don't expect compliments from any clean eaters. Paul stained his shirt with spaghetti last night. He's 17, not 17 months." Kim laughed loudly. "Paul’s always been adorable. Maybe your teenager needs a teenage-sized bibby!" Their laughter echoed through the kitchen, Dylan joining in gleefully at the sound of their voices. Later in the day sunlight danced over the clear blue water as Paul, Zach, and Mitchell splashed around Paul's backyard pool, passing a basketball between them. Paul leaped, throwing a wild shot that missed spectacularly. "You going FIU for sure, Zach?" Mitchell called, expertly snatching the rebound. "Pretty much set," Zach said, sinking an easy shot. "How about you, Mitch?" "University of Miami," Mitchell replied, puffing his chest out proudly. "Already got my acceptance letter." Paul's stomach twisted. "Cool," he shrugged, attempting casual confidence. "I'm thinking LSU, TCU, or Maryland State." Internally, Paul winced. If only they'd hurry up with those waitlist decisions. Don't blow your cover now, man. "Good luck getting into any of those," Zach teased playfully. "Unless Amber's going with you. Then you might have a shot." "Dude, totally," Mitchell laughed. "No chance in hell," he added, dramatically humming Vince McMahon’s theme song. "Shut up, guys," Paul protested weakly, cheeks reddening. "Amber and I totally held hands once." "By accident," Zach countered immediately, mimicking awkward hand fumbling. Mitchell doubled over laughing. Humiliated, Paul's embarrassment morphed into a mischievous impulse. He launched the basketball hard, unintentionally catching Zach squarely in the groin. "Dude, what the FUCK was that?" Zach shouted, collapsing dramatically into the water. "Language!" Lilly’s voice sliced through the laughter sharply. The boys turned, instantly quiet, captivated by Lilly casually walking toward the sauna. Her white bikini top hugged her curves perfectly, emphasizing her slender waist and gently accentuating her graceful neckline. The matching white bikini bottom sat elegantly on her hips, highlighting her toned legs and shapely figure. Each step she took was confident yet casual, effortlessly drawing attention with a gentle sway that emphasized the natural elegance and allure of her figure. Paul blushed deeper. "Sorry," he muttered. "Remember, Paul, we're filming today," Lilly said breezily. "Play nice." Mitchell helped Zach stand, leaning close with a teasing whisper, "I hate when your stepmom leaves, but love watching her walk away." "Hey, Paul," Zach called weakly, recovering slowly. "Is today's video X-rated or triple-X?" The boys erupted into laughter again, splashing water playfully, while Paul's embarrassment smoldered beneath the surface. "Hey lovelies! Welcome back! Today I'm sharing essential tips for parenting your teenage stepchild!" Lilly chirped into her phone camera as Paul walked reluctantly into frame, visibly uncomfortable. "Can we just not?" Paul groaned, tugging at his shirt awkwardly. "Aw, honey, it'll be quick," Lilly cooed in a soothing, maternal tone usually reserved for toddlers. "Today, we're tackling teen grunge," Lilly continued cheerfully, ignoring Paul’s protest. She began pulling clothes from his closet, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Let's see what's hiding in here!" Each item Lilly revealed intensified Paul's embarrassment. "Really, Paul? Is this a shirt or a cleaning rag? Oh, these jeans—did you wrestle a bear in them?" Paul’s anxiety grew with each critique, his face heating painfully. Lilly's internal monologue screamed with frustration. How can he go out dressed like this? We need something that screams confidence, not ‘I found this in a dumpster.’ She triumphantly pulled out an outfit from Paul's childhood—a checkered polo shirt, khaki shorts with suspenders, and a bowtie. "Oh, how adorable! You still fit into this!" "Stop, Lilly! Enough!" Paul snapped, voice shaking, embarrassment turning to anger. "I’m not a toddler! Get out of my room!" "Oh, sweetie," Lilly soothed dismissively, gently patting his arm as though calming a child. "Just a little stage fright. It'll pass once you see how popular this gets. Trust me." "I said STOP!" Paul shouted fiercely, stunning Lilly into silence. "Get the hell out of my closet, my room, my life!" Lilly blinked, caught off guard by his intensity, and silently backed out. Hours later, Lilly sat editing footage in her home office, smiling fondly at the screen. She carefully selected moments where Paul appeared adorably frustrated, giggling at his childish protests. Oh, Paul, she thought affectionately. You really are too precious. She paused on the clip of Paul in the childhood outfit, hesitating before deciding it was too good to exclude. Adorable, yes, but we definitely need to upgrade your style. Her eyes drifted to her calendar, counting down—395 days until Paul left for college. Lilly sighed dreamily, imagining a luxurious cruise with Bryan. Just the two of us, no interruptions. God, we need that. "Only 395 days left," she whispered happily. Engrossed, she swiftly reviewed clips, missing one critical segment—a small slip, an accidental comment recorded clearly. She uploaded the video obliviously, unaware that this seemingly innocent oversight would soon send their lives spiraling into an unexpected, unplanned future, far removed from her dreams of a leisurely cruise.

Brand new monstrum story! It's another story set in my monstrum universe, with lots of returning characters. Set up as a sort-of-anthology, experience multiple tales from various monstrum throughout the world, whose fates are all linked in mysterious ways. We will see a few new types of monstrum, as well as a lot of familiar faces. Each 'book' is it's own little story, but they are all linked, and should be about 70 chapters roughly in total. I'm extremely proud of this one, and it's going to be much more of a mystery story so I'm really excited to see all your theories! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy! Book 1: Denial Chapter 1: Mummy Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess I took my key out, slid it into the mechanism, and turned it slowly. As the heavy lock creaked, the downpour of rain behind me cascaded onto the garden path I just walked up, reminding me that I needed to get the washing in if she hadn’t already done so. But worse than that… it meant that my plan to water the garden with her was ruined… and she had been so excited for it. It’s been so long since she had been this excited about her garden, and in one horrible bout of weather… she was probably heartbroken. If this past month hadn’t been so bad for the weather, maybe I could have done it more with her, but alas… it feels like this month has been a bit of a let down. Maybe we’ll get to do it in a couple of months… if we’re lucky. Now I’ll have to comfort her, get her her favourite blankie, put on some of these human cartoons she loves so much… Okay, it wasn’t all bad. She’ll be sad initially, as she loves her garden nearly as much as she loves me… but that sadness will quickly be erased by giggling at her favourite characters. And to top it off, I’d bake her those cookies she loves so much. That will definitely earn me a kiss on the cheek. Yeah… rainy weekends aren’t too bad. We can do lots together. And even when we can’t… I make what we can do extra special. I want to be the perfect Mummy for her. I want her to be happy and loved and… well I want her to feel as happy as she makes me. So as I unlocked and opened the heavy door… where I was met by a flurry of kisses and a warm welcome home. --------------------------------------------------- “MUMMY!” “Hey lil munchkin. Have you been good?” I replied to her, trying to get into our house, but finding it difficult with a 5'10 woman wrapped around my waist, giving me the biggest hug I’d ever received, planting her face comfortably between my boobs. “I’m always good!” she replied, giving me her biggest, cutest grin from the comfort of my cleavage. “Uh huh… Sure you were… what did you do?” “Me? Do something? Nope… no idea what you’re talking about…” she mumbled, clearly fibbing. “Why is your hair slightly damp? Why is your shirt and skirt slightly damp too?” “I…” “Baby…” I growled at her, using my best dominant ‘Mummy’ voice. “Did you do some gardening?” “Well I was… I was getting the washing in, like you said I should if it started raining… and… umm… well the rose bush needed little trim…” “Sweetie, you’re going to catch a cold. You know you’re already growing weak,” I brushed her jaw-length black hair with her blood-red highlights behind her ear, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I know… buh…” “Sweetie, you need to take it easy. We have to be careful. You’re nearing the end…” “I KNOW! But… I…” she whined, sounding more and more like the bratty toddlers I’m familiar with. “I promise, we’ll do some gardening again soon.” Reaching down, I planted a kiss on her luscious, blood-red lips, sealing the promise. Looking down at this precious little angel that I adored so much… I couldn’t believe after all this time, she was still mine. And I dreaded how much it was going to hurt when this comes to an end. I loved being her Mummy. I would do anything for that bubbly little girl. From her black bobbed hair with the blood-red highlights that we spend way too much time reapplying together every now and again, that she loved to match with her blood-red lipstick… her athletic body that she loved to keep in shape… her warm, golden brown eyes… Her gothic punk aesthetic that she’s been perfecting for the past few… well, decades… Her beautiful tattoos that painted a picture of her life, from her romantic crushes as a young adult, to her interests in her twenties, all the way up to the little cartoon dragon on her wrist that she got to symbolise me… her protector… everything about her was perfect to me. And I loved every inch of her. “Can… we play games together at least?” she asked, in that familiar ‘you’re going to give in if I ask for something in this way’ voice she loves to use against me… knowing full well that it will work. “First, we’re getting you in a nice warm bath. We need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, sweetpea,” I replied, softly. “I know… but then games?” “Yes, Princess, then games. But… I won’t go easy on you.” “Good. Then… spankies?” her face lit up as she said this. “Sweetie… it’s not…” Suddenly her face dropped, as if her whole mood sank… and my heart broke in an instant. “Sowwy…” she replied, sighing. “No hun, I’d normally be happy to, but can… can we just have a nice relaxing snuggly evening together? You know we don’t have much time left together… and I’ve been having such a hard time with everyone else…” “People being meanies again? Did Mummy beat dem up?” “Not this time. But had to deal with a bunch of drama. Plus a lot of sensory overload today, so I need a bit of time to unwind. So can we just have a snuggly evening together, baby?” “Uh huh!” She was always so understanding, about all of me. It’s one of the things I loved most about her. And I was going to miss her so fucking much when this all ends. --------------------------------------------------- After I gave her a bath, using a jug to wash the shampoo out of her hair, making sure to cover her eyes, all whilst trying to make her feel as loved and little as possible… I carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on our bed, and spread out a thick nappy, shuffling her on top of it. “You ready, babygirl?” I asked her, her joyous face giving me all the happiness I needed to survive. “Uh huh!” “Such a good girl for Mummy. Now, you stay still whilst I get this on you, then we’ll get you dressed in your favourite witchy onesie… and then yes, we’ll go play games.” She clapped excitedly at that last part, though we both knew she was looking forward to the nappy and the onesie more than anything. So as I got her nappy secured around her waist, giving it a few pats once the tapes were firmly in place, I then sat her up, got her to lift her hands up, and slipped her favourite witchy onesie over her head. “Ready, Princess?” “Uh huh!” she replied, excitedly. As I picked her up, I could feel her getting warm, especially her forehead. She was getting sicker and sicker, and there wasn’t much I could do. I just had to savour every moment with her whilst I could. But this wasn’t the end… There’s no way in Hell I’d let anything happen to this girl if it was. --------------------------------------------------- “AHA! BEAT YOU AGAIN MUMMY!” she cried out, punching the air in victory as yet again, this girl kicked my ass at this stupid racing game. She was always so good at games, whereas I was rubbish. If someone needs their arse handed to them… or if they need something put in its place… I’m your gal. But if you need someone creative, someone who is good at video games, someone who can bring a smile to anyone’s face… well my fiancée is the girl you go to. She rarely gets to leave the house, so she works from home, drawing and taking commissions from people online. Let’s just say… she earns quite a bit as they’re not all ‘Safe For Work’ commissions… But as the month has gone on, she’s found it harder and harder to work, having to cancel some of her client’s work. I try my best to support her. I mean, I could easily cover the bills for the house, and cover all our expenses put together… but she likes to feel like she’s putting her share in. So I support her in other ways, even if some days it's just moral support to continue working. I hate that she’s so shut off from the outside world now, but it’s just too risky for her to go out. Not with her condition. But maybe… maybe one day I can show her off to all my friends and family… and finally tell them all who I really am… “Mummy…?” Sera said, jolting me out of my own thoughts. “Yes baby?” “Are you okay?” she asked, sounding concerned. I didn’t want to worry her. I didn’t want to make her feel bad about any of this. I didn’t want this to end… and I know things change… and people move on… but I didn’t want to. Not now. Not anytime soon. “I’m fine, Princess,” I replied, quickly planting a kiss on her forehead, making her cute little cheeks turn red as I allayed her fears. “You sure? You seem… sadder than usual.” “I promise, I’m fine…” I lied. “Pinky promise?” I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t make such a promise. I can’t break a pinky promise. So I shrugged it, smiled at the girl, and stood up. “Come on, munchkin. Time for bed.” “Buh Mummy…” she whined, in that adorable little way she always does when I tell her it’s bedtime. “But nothing, sweetie. You need your rest, and I need to prepare some things…” “Fine. But you owe me a bedtime story.” “Okay, my little Princess,” I said, grabbing her and effortlessly lifting her up onto my hip, holding her like I would a toddler. “One bedtime story, coming right up…” --------------------------------------------------- “Comfy?” I asked, as I snuggled her with her favourite werewolf stuffie in her arms, in our nice large cosy bed. “Uh huh! I got wolfy an everyfin!” she said, sucking her black dummy, pure love in her eyes as she stared at me. “One of these days I’ll have to introduce you to a couple of werewolf friends I know…” “You know some?” “I do!” I said, smiling back at my adorable little baby. “Oh? Are they nice?” “They are! I think you’d love them.” “Weally? Good, cus you deserve lots an lots of good friends!” “Thank you, babygirl. Now, are you ready for a story?” “Uh huh!” “What kind of story do you want?” I asked, knowing exactly what she was going to ask for. “I wan… another of your famous stories!” There it is. Guessed it. “Which one?” “Tell me the one where you saved the Pwincess…” “I’ve told you that one plenty of times already, munchkin. How about…” “How about how you first met your werewolf friends?” “I… could do that. Now, are you settled?” “Uh huh!” “And I have your bottle right…” I focused all my energy on my open palm that I lay flat in front of me, conjuring the image of her favourite baby bottle, the one I left to cool a bit in the kitchen, the one I stupidly forgot. And after a burst of power from within… the bottle appeared in front of me. “Never gets old…” Sera smiled at me, warmly. “Neither do you…” I joked, booping her on the nose and slipping her dummy out so she could have her bottle, all in one quick motion. “Hey! Yes I do! Jus… not right now…” “Right, here you go baby…” I said, gently teasing her lips open with the teat of the cooled baby bottle, until she took the teat and began suckling it. “Is that better?” She nodded happily, wiggling a bit underneath her black unicorn duvet. I loved her aesthetic. Baby meets goth. Usually the more gothy people in my life have adorable pink dresses and cutesy little personalities. But Sera… even when she’s feeling little, she loves anything gothy and black. It’s one of the things that made me fall for her in the first place. Once I told her her bedtime story, I could see her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she struggled to keep them open. I knew this was it, it was time to let her drift off… Putting my hand on her cheek, I could feel her burning up more. She didn’t have long left. This was going to hurt so much. Not only her… but me. But I… I have the power… This won’t be the end… “Right, babygirl. I’ll see you soon. You be good and sleep well. Mummy will be close by… always…” Storming into our basement, tugging at the light switch which barely illuminated the dank, dark cellar… I rummaged around my table, desperately trying to find ingredients, as well as the artefact I needed for this spell. I may… I may have taken it without asking… but there was no way I was going to lose her… I’d have to ask for forgiveness later. That’s if she ever finds out about it… ===================================================== Glad to be back, sharing my latest story with you all! Sorry for the two week wait/hiatus, I wanted to give more to my subscribers so now they're a month ahead at all times, and everything should be back to normal from now on here. So expect a new chapter every Weds/Sun. If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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So, to cut to the chase. I'm a veteran roleplayer on this site, Diaperedanime, Omorashi, Discord, and even F-List. I took a very long hiatus from this site for multiple reasons. I am looking to get back into role-playing, and figured coming back to the site that started it all would help. Here are my conditions: 1) I am looking to roleplay a narrative. It doesn't have to be entirely original, but it has to be engaging enough to be worth my time. 2) I am looking to play the little. Therefore my partner will have to play a caregiver at least. I will allow my partner to play a caregiver and a little, but do not expect me to play a caregiver and most of all, No. Diapered. Caregivers! 3) I am not asking for a thesis paper, but I expect my partner to be at least semi-literate in the English language. Therefore, no two word responses, no horribly illiterate responses, and no misspellings so egregious that I can't understand what the post says. If you are interested, you may send your ideas in the comments of this post and I will let you know if they interest me.

CHAPTER ONE 15 year old Peter sat on the couch in his Aunt Jessica and Uncle Mike’s house. It was a Saturday afternoon and Peter, his parents Andrew (Mike’s brother) Alison and his younger brother Alex, 11, along with the rest of the family were gathered to celebrate Jessica and Mike’s oldest sons Noah’s 16th birthday. Peter was close with his cousins and he liked spending time with his family and he’d been looking forward to Noah’s birthday party all week. Peter also really like soda, especially root beer and after a few cups he really needed to use the bathroom. Unfortunately the downstairs hall bath and the half bathroom off the garage were both occupied. There was the bathroom connected to the room that his Uncle Mike used as an office but he felt awkward using that bathroom. Peter then remembered the upstairs hall bathroom. He got up off the couch and made his way through the crowd of family and Noah’s friends and headed upstairs. Thankfully, the bathroom was unoccupied. Peter let out a sigh of relief and then entered the bathroom and shut and locked the bathroom door. Once Peter was done using the bathroom, he washed his hands; when he went to dry them off he saw there was no towel on the towel rack. He didn’t want to dry his hands off on his pants or his shirt. He then remembered the small closet behind the door where his aunt kept extra towels for the bathroom. Peter opened the door and grabbed a towel, as he did he saw it, a pack of 5t-6t Huggies Pull Ups. He stared at the pack for a minute, the towel in his hand. Peter didn’t know why but he’d always had a fascination with diapers. He’d tried to think of why he did but he could never come up with a reason. He’d just always liked diapers. He dried off his hands and then put the towel on the closet shelf and picked up the pack of pull ups. It was one of the smaller packs with 18 pull ups in it. The pack was opened and there were 16 pull ups left in the pack. Peter guessed the pull ups were for Jake, 5, Jessica and Mike’s second youngest son. His aunt and uncle have four sons, Noah, 16, Tyler, 11, Jake, 5 and Cade, 2. Peter never had the opportunity to get diapers. He had a job and could buy a pack himself. But of the two grocery stores near his house, one was too far and the other he risked the chance of running into someone he knew. The thought of taking this pack of pull ups suddenly popped into his mind. He shook that thought out of his mind and put the pack of pull ups back in the closet. He grabbed the towel and wiped his hands again and then hung the towel on the towel rack. Peter looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, again the thought of taking the pack of pull ups entered his mind again. And again he simply pushed that thought out of his mind. He let out a sigh and then headed back downstairs to the living room and the party.

I have been here a while now and have had some hit and miss roleplays. One of my favorites has been the My Baby Husband Thread with @Nappy_Queen. She has since not been on the site and I have been roleplay less for a long while. In the past I have been looking for story based roleplays with shrinking and growing. I am still looking for that but I am also interested in regular diaper and abdl roleplays. I would hope that I will hear from some people regarding possible roleplays. I am more of sub than a dom but I might consider being in charge, but I will not guarantee it. Hope to hear from you, Gman

Been writing this off and on for a while and thought I’d share. Intended to be a slow burn love story/abdl romcom. I don’t know why but I decided to write from both of the main characters POV’s, tried to sequence them identical to run parallel so if you want to read from the CG side of things skip to Chapter 1- the beginning (Elise). Don’t know if I’ll continue writing both POVs after chapter 2 but I sort of wanted to offer the insights from both sides. Stumbling In Chapter 1- The Beginning (Ashley) ‘Another 5 hours to go.’ Ashley told herself as she checked the clock for what felt like the 50th time in the past 3 hours. Something about the Friday shift really dragged out the day. Maybe it was just looking forward to the weekend and the anticipation of the time off but she could barely take it. She was freshly back from college for the summer and two weeks in and she was already contemplating something that would be at least a little more stimulating than sitting behind a register for 8 hours a day. The job was easy enough, that was for sure, just incredibly boring. Her aunt owned the business and her previous clerk had quit shortly before Ashley came back from school. The pay was pretty much going rate for any summer job and gave her some spending money. Her parents had booked a summer long cruise which gave her free reign of the house, kind of a bummer to have a house all to yourself but no friends to have over. They were all taking summer courses or off vacationing or whatever other thing college aged kids do over summer break so she was pretty much wasting her summer away and collecting a paycheck. The store was nearly dead quiet aside from the soft music playing through the overhead speakers but that was kind of to be expected. It was a specialty store and the specialty this store focused on was special needs and advanced healthcare. It was realistically a niche market to begin with and with the power of the internet, no one really came to stores like this in person anymore. In fact, online sales were 95% of the business. It was more confidential that way because who would openly want to come in and buy adult diapers in person. Ashley blushed at the embarrassing thought of having to carry a box of diapers out to her car for anyone passing by to see. It would be much preferred to have a plain brown cardboard box hiding the embarrassing contents shipped to your door. The other 5% of people were a couple of regulars, that if Ashley had to be blunt, were about to croak at any given second, coming in to get their resupply of depends or supplements. She assumed at that age they just didn’t care anymore and the older generation being the type to like shopping in physical stores. She had even tried to sign a few of them up for a subscription service to just deliver the goods at set intervals but they were pretty adamant on coming in person. Probably just an excuse to do something other than sit in their nursing home watching black and white westerns. There was an odd smattering of randoms looking to try something out before purchasing too, more rare but they usually already knew what they were looking for so Ashley’s aid was unneeded aside from pointing out which aisle they’re looking for. They did have a large array of display items, who they were displaying them for Ashley couldn’t tell. Oversized strollers, car seats, high chairs, and cribs meant more so for their clientele with special needs charges. Some of them were quite intimidating looking with a bevy of restraints and attachments for what Ashley assumed were volatile use cases. Ashley’s aunt owned the store more as a passion project. She was pretty well off from other assets and businesses so this store was just a drop in the bucket. Having so much money tied up in inventory and displays wouldn’t hurt her bottom line in the slightest so Ashley was kept around to keep the shelves dusted and storefront presentable. She had heard there was some tax right off to have an open to the public storefront as opposed to just a warehouse. She didn’t understand taxes enough and was only a year into her business accounting degree so it was all beyond her. She was sure her aunt, being as savvy as she is, had a good reason. There had been one meek looking girl that came in and bought a pack of diapers earlier, her quota for one customer per day met now. Ashley had developed a small eye for it but she couldn’t exactly tell if the girl was wearing a diaper or not with the short skirt the girl had on. She may have said two words in the entire visit and practically ran out of the store clutching the pack of thick nighttime diapers to her chest and jumping into the backseat of the car that took its time to leisurely pull away. It was kind of odd looking back on it now but who was Ashley to judge someone’s needs. The girl was about Ashley’s size, actually maybe a bit bigger but she preferred to say she was an equal. Ashley for all intents and purposes was bordering the classification of midget, or little person, she couldn’t keep up with what the actual politically correct term was these days. Something about having her hormone receptors blocked, there was some long winded medical term that got thrown around a lot that always slipped her mind. It had dramatically stunted her growth leaving her at mere 4’ 10”. It didn’t help that she was flat as a board and her platinum blonde hair that she preferred to keep short constantly got her mixed up as being much much younger. She had taken a lot of bullying for being the “runt” in her youth, from her peers intentionally and her teachers unintentionally. Maybe they were taking pity on her by lowering the bar but it wasn’t from her lack of trying. Highschool had turned around for her when she got to try out for cheerleading. Being a whopping 80 pounds, she was the perfect flyer to be tossed around for the fancy aerial maneuvers. She had lost her passion for cheerleading by the end of it though, most of the prettier girls got full ride cheerleading scholarships for college while she had relied on her academics. Although she had the skill she didn’t have the looks, however shallow that may be, to be a career cheerleader. That and most of the cheerleaders definitely fit the mean girl trope a little too well and Ashley did her best to avoid being stereotypical. She glanced at the clock again, another 4 hours and 50 minutes to go. She could only internally self reflect for so long. Her brain was actually wired that way from the factory, ADHD that is. She was much more mellow now having learned how to function with the constant need to do something even if it was doing something else in the middle of a task. If she hadn’t been chewed out multiple times by her aunt watching the security cameras, she’d be on her phone. Nothing like doom scrolling to distract the ADHD mind with 20 different genres of media randomized and optimized for your swipe. That “doesn’t look professional” though so she browsed through the few available websites not blocked on the computer. YouTube only allowed 5 and under channels, so that was only a last resort. She did have a soft spot for some of the cartoons but that didn’t really scratch the ADHD itch right now. Of course all of the social media sites were blocked. Nothing particularly interesting allowed aside from a few sites that had either been allowed because they were business adjacent or hadn’t been blocked yet because her aunt hadn’t seen the traffic. Her stomach gave a little grumble with the fast approaching lunch break. One saving grace was Elise and Gary. They worked in the back packaging online orders and managing inventory for the most part, probably just because there wasn’t a whole lot to do up front. As far as Ashley could tell, they had been working here since the store opened 15 years ago. They were both still young, probably started when they were Ashley’s age and had never left. She had asked them about it once and they both had just said because of the benefits and perks, whatever that meant. They were both what appeared to be power lifters in Ashley’s eyes. Elise was built like an Amazon, probably 6 feet tall if she had to guess, olive skin and black hair, Asian descent maybe. She was essentially the exact opposite of Ashley. Well endowed, tall, excellent physique, everything Ashley could dream of in a partner. Gary was a hunk but also a nerd, he pretty much built the website and manages all of the inventory. He’s huge, 6’ 4” tall and probably 250lb of muscle. The very subtle hints of grey just starting to touch his beard and hair. They both seemed very protective of her at times. Usually they’d come to hang out with Ashley and have lunch with her or if they had a short reprieve from the seemingly endless packages. Elise more so than Gary but he occasionally came up to chat with her if he needed a break. Not that Ashley was complaining to have Elise as company. She would be loathed to openly admit it but she had a bit of a crush. She had logicked herself out of being hopeful because of their 13 year age difference and Elise being such a bombshell she was way out her league but the daydreams never hurt. On her first day she hadn’t brought a lunch of her own and was intending to just grab some fast food from a neighboring joint. They both were appalled and looked at her like she had shot the family dog. They started packing her lunches and snacks, it was almost like clockwork when one would come out and give her some morsel of baby carrots, maybe some crackers and cheese, already de-stemmed grapes, a tidbit of information on the macros and a pre-sliced apple. They were pretty fun honestly and were definitely a pro to the job. Ashley being openly bisexual didn’t cause any problems as both Elise and Gary were openly lesbian and gay respectively. Maybe that’s what they meant by perks. Ashley’s aunt frequently donated to pride events and didn’t have qualms in the slightest about the community. There was far less strife about it nowadays but a friendly company had its ways of keeping employees around. Ashley kicked back from the desk and stretched a bit before standing, the computer wasn’t going to provide the scratch she needed. She figured she could do a lap around the store for the third time that day. Usually she’d do small sections just to get up and move but she was a little curious about the diapers the girl had bought earlier so she moved towards the diaper section. Normally she avoided them, it made something inside of her nervous or maybe it was anxious. She didn’t know either way but they had sort of felt like a drug, something that could be a problem or addiction if indulged. There was a sort of taboo about wearing them but not needing them that had triggered at least one small fantasy that she tried to push down. There was a sort of excited thrill building in her stomach, it was deep, raw, nearly primal. She didn’t know why she was intrigued, but there was some draw. If Ashley knew anything just from her own condition, she knew the girl that had come in earlier was an adult like her, maybe even a little older than her. That thought had been intriguing despite her best efforts to suppress the curiosity. ‘If those diapers fit that girl then they’d probably fit me too…’ was the thought that crossed her mind. There was honestly more variety than she remembered, granted she had only ever explored haphazardly, never really looking at the options in an attempt to find something specific. The variety had been overwhelming, like there were more options than seemed realistic or necessary. In her mind a diaper was a diaper, why were there so many options, what did one brand do differently than another when it came to disposable undergarments. She glossed over most of the stuff she saw from the other regulars, she was familiar with the boring plain white depends. The diapers the girl had bought were a solid powder pink, she didn’t get a great look at them but amongst the variety there were only a few pink options amongst the sea of white. She finally singled them out near the end of the aisle on the bottom shelf. It was more noticeable now seeing the hole in the neatly faced shelves that Elise or Gary maintained. She approached slowly like they were a snake that might jump out and bite her and squatted down to eye level with the packaging. ‘B2B Timid Little 10 pack, $54!’ Ashley read the price tag and was a little shocked at how expensive they were. Up close and without someone looking like they were about to sprint out the door in a panicked rush she could see the printed design a little better. There was a quilted appearance with little hearts filling the squares and what appeared to be ruffled lace patterns. The package had a large heart with the style name on the front, looking at the ends of the package she could see that the diapers had a similar heart with ‘BABY’ in the center. It was so infantile… so humiliating… so exhilarating. ‘Why would an adult wear something like this?’ she contemplated internally. She could feel herself getting hot in the cheeks and the warmth in her stomach was sinking lower and lower. ‘What if I wore something like this?’ The thought hit her like a freight train out of nowhere. The humiliation of being reduced to a baby, incapable of making it to a toilet or wetting the bed. All of the adult responsibilities being washed away by a simple undergarment. Even the most mundane adult task of going to the bathroom being stripped away. Thoughts flowed through her head faster than she could process them and before she knew it, she was reaching for a package. They were heavier than she expected and despite being tightly sealed in plastic she could tell they were quite soft. She looked over a shelf at an adjacent diaper package and saw a 24 pack that was similar in size to this 10 pack which meant these would definitely have much more padding. Even in the wrapping, she could tell the diapers had a thick plastic backing unlike the fragile appearing paper backed diapers that were popular with the elderly customers. “Hey, ready for lunch?” Ashley nearly exploded at the simple question from Elise who had somehow materialized standing over her. She let out a loud “eep” like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing and the package of diapers was almost launched into the air. If her heart wasn’t racing before it sure was now. “Pretty cute aren’t they?” Elise asked innocently. “I just stocked them last night.” She added. “U…um yeah, they are kinda cute.” Ashley stammered. “A girl came in earlier and bought a pack so I figured I could help you guys out and face the inventory so that it stays uniform.” She lied, a good lie, an innocent lie. In the moment she felt she had to protect her dignity and hide her curiosity with the taboo feelings festering inside of her. “Come on, I brought you chicken parm, I think Gary is trying to win you over to the dark side with corndogs so be warned. If you were trying to bulk…” Elise commented and Ashley started to zone out as she started to ramble about macros or something. She quickly put the package of diapers back on the shelf, lining them up a little haphazardly with the other two packs and rose to her feet to follow after Elise. Gary had already flipped the sign on the door to let would-be customers know that they’re taking their lunch break and had already taken up position in his usual chair in the break room. Even if it was just a microwaved dish, the room smelt of Elise’s fantastic cooking. True to Elise’s concerns, Gary let Ashley know that he had a corn dog for her. Her polite decline got a “bummer, lost again to the true cook” from Gary who shirked it off like it was her loss before taking another bite of his corn dog. There were already two cleaned off sticks in his Tupperware and four more untouched dogs to go. Ashley didn’t know where he put it all at times but had been assured he could burn those calories in a matter of hours. Elise used a fork to touch a scoop of the pasta to her lip to make sure it was warmed enough but not too hot. Maybe it was a habit, a tease, or maybe it was flirting, Ashley didn’t know, but Elise frequently did this for her. Another frequent from Elise came immediately after testing the temperature. She offered up the fork to Elise to take a bite. At first she thought she was just teasing her but it was a frequent enough event at this point that she usually just caved. Today was different though. Ashley was having flashbacks to the diapers as the fork was offered up to her. That loss of adult anonymity which burned her cheeks up again. “I can feed myself, you know.” Ashley bashfully said, turning away a little to hide her blush. “Come on, just one bite.” Elise countered as she pushed the fork forward again, presenting the delicious smelling chicken parm to Ashley once more. She caved. She always caved for Elise. She brushed her short hair back behind her ear and leaned forward to accept the offering. It was delicious as all of Elise’s dishes were. She chewed for a moment, relishing in the non-frozen food dish that she was living off of at home in summer bachelorette life. As she swallowed she noticed Elise prepping another fork and soon it was offered up to her again. “Come on, you said one bite.” Ashley was turning a new shade of red and her lip naturally curled into a pout despite her best efforts to break that childish habit. “I know. I lied. Come on, just one more and I promise I’ll let you eat in peace.” Elise said as she jabbed the fork forward again. “It’s really good isn’t it, I added a few extra seasonings this time.” Elise prodded. She caved again, this time a bit more aggressively snatching the food from the fork then holding out her hand to demand the fork. “It is really good…” Ashley commented as she chewed. “Manners, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” Elise teased as she handed over the fork and glass Tupperware for Ashley. “God, aren’t you two cute.” Gary said as he took another bite of his corn dogs. “Oh shut up meat head.” Elise shot back before Ashley could swallow and throw in a chastising remark. “Last I checked you’re worse than me, counting calories and watching your “macros”” Gary fired back, making his own air quotes around “macros.” “It’s beneficial to maintain the proper physique. Some of us don’t have the metabolism of a 14 year old boy that can eat anything and not have to worry about tipping the scale.” Elise bickered. “Yeah yeah, anyways…” the conversation devolved into work talk. Some large order needing to be assembled to be shipped out. Blah blah, Ashley was more invested in her serving of chicken parm. “Oh yeah, Ashley said a case of those new diapers already sold.” Elise said. Ashley coughed up her food a bit, taken off guard by the comment of those diapers already selling. She reached for her water and Elise gave her back a few pats. “Wrong pipe?” She innocently asked. “Yeah…” Ashley managed to say after clearing her throat. “Well that’s good. Didn’t think registering as their new dealer would pan out so quickly.” Gary replied. “Right? As I was telling the boss, it’s a growing market and community.” Elise and Gary devolved into more shop talk as Ashley pushed her food around a little and ate a little more slowly. “When are you going to get the rest of the line out and all of the other products.” Gary asked which piqued Ashley’s interest a bit. “I’ll probably put a couple of lines that aren’t selling on clearance or maybe send them out for donations to the elderly home to make room. Then I have to go through one of the clothes racks, those heated vests haven’t been moving since it’s summer so that will make room for the onesies.” Elise explained. Ashley’s mind was a little stuck on the mention of onesies. She had no idea what community they were talking about that would require adult diapers and adult onesies so she was a bit lost. “Think you can help me out after lunch Ashley.” Elise pulled Ashley into the conversation but she was a little lost in thought at the moment. “Ash?” That got her attention, the little pet name that she hated hearing in school but coming from Elise it felt fitting. “Um sure, not like I ever get a ton of customers anyways.” She finally responded. “Great, I’ll go start bringing the boxes up front then.” Elise said before standing and putting her Tupperware away in her lunch bag. “I guess I oughta get back to it myself then.” Gary said, standing and stretching then throwing away the 7 corn dog sticks. Ashley had a little internal chuckle that he also ate the one he had brought for her. She finished quickly after they both left. Her mind was going a million miles an hour thinking about what she had agreed to. She didn’t know if she could handle being that close to her most recent object of fascination and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She packed the Tupperware away in Elise’s bag and moved to go help her out. Elise was in the middle of wheeling out a fourth stack of boxes on a dolly and grouping them together near the diaper aisle. “Hey, if you want to start breaking these out of their boxes while I bring up the rest, that'd be a huge help.” Elise said as she moved back to the warehouse to get more of the new inventory. Ashley just gave a silent nod of approval before going to get her safety plastic box cutter from the customer service desk. Her hands trembled a bit as she moved one of the boxes down from the stack. She had to take a deep breath before she sliced through the tape on the box and another before she folded the tabs over. Her heart raced as more of the same pink diapers came into view. These were just a larger size but the same print. She started pulling the diapers from the box and stacking them in the aisle. She moved to the next box which produced another set of pink diapers that were cloth backed and much thinner than the first set she stumbled onto earlier. She kept moving through the boxes and breaking down the cardboard to be recycled while Elise brought more boxes out and then started to make room on the shelves, removing the less popular lines to make room for the mountain of new inventory. She only became mildly numb to the diapers but every new pattern had her flushing anew. Ashley did have to hand it to her aunt, when she went in on something she went big. Now was just going to be the challenge of making it all fit in the store. There had to be dozens of boxes left to go, and the variety of printed diapers already unpacked was enough to dominate an entire side of the aisle by themselves. There had to be ten different patterns of diaper prints in an array of thicknesses and types. Everything from diapers that seemed even thicker than what she had previously found heart pounding, to pull-ups, trainers, and even covers in cute prints. Her cheeks were rosey red the entire time and Elise noticed. “How about you go get a drink, I know you’re not used to all of this heavy lifting like I am.” She commented upon seeing Ashley’s cheeks and the slight pant caused by her heart racing. Ashley just silently nodded and went to get her water bottle. Her head was swimming with thoughts as she tried to straighten out her lines of thinking. She didn’t need diapers, she was pretty confident of that, having been out of them for as long as she could remember. But there was a draw towards them. She wanted diapers. The revelation struck her hard and she took a moment to sit down in her chair. Why did she want diapers? What purpose did they serve her? What escape did they provide that was drawing her in so aggressively? She didn’t know how to put it into words yet and it felt overwhelming. Elise approached to give her an update. “Man, we need to get you to the gym girl! Tuckered out after only this much? I’m going to take down a few shelves so we can put some hangers up for the trainers and diaper covers. Take a minute and I’ll help you start putting the diapers up on the shelves before we tackle the other boxes.” Ashley was surprised with how easily Elise could openly talk about this stuff like it wasn’t anything new to her. She had been working at the store for a long time so it probably didn’t phase her as much as it did Ashley she reckoned. She took a couple of more minutes to cool her head then confidently stood back up to help. That confidence lasted all of ten seconds when she approached Elise who held out a package of the next size up from the diapers that started this internal debacle. “I’ll help out with getting your diapers put up then I have to run to the bathroom real quick.” It was so nonchalant and indirect but the words struck Ashley like lightning. They weren’t “her” diapers, they were just the task that she started. She knew that Elise didn’t mean it in that way but having them labeled “hers” made her chest thump. Elise swung the diapers her way to get her attention again and to get her to take the pack and set it on the shelf. She almost seemingly flinched like the diapers were trying to get her but quickly moved into action to take the pack from Elise with a quick “right, sorry.” Tag teaming the shelves went quick and they quickly had them all up and displayed. Ashley was a little winded from Elise’s pace but all of the disposables were neatly stored now. Elise took off to the bathroom and left Ashley alone with the diapers. She just looked over the variety for a few minutes, it was kind of a lot to take in. Everything was neatly organised on the shelves thanks to Elise’s guidance on how to place them in order. Near the top was what Elise had called the daytime diapers. Slightly thinner and cloth backed. It increased in capacity towards the bottom where the “nighttime” diapers were. The thicker plastic backed options. Ashley turned around and looked at the regular diapers and the pattern was the same with increasing absorbency in descending order. That seemingly OCD pattern that Elise would come up with. Her eyes wondered back to the pack she had been holding initially. Their pink printed plastic backed thickness teasing her. The pack was still a little haphazardly place, especially now that all of the others were displayed so perfectly. She crouched down again and readjusted the package so that it lined up like the rest. “You seem pretty interested in those pink ones.” Elise said, again, seeming to materialize out of thin air and startling Ashley to the point that she let out another screech of fright. “Do we need to put a bell on you? You move like a ghost! They were just crooked. I know your OCD butt would’ve done the same.” She justified as she stood back up, feeling a warm spot in the crotch of her panties. “I’m going to hit the bathroom too real quick” she said before heading towards the employee restroom. She locked the door behind herself and quickly undid her belt and pulled her jeans down. Sure enough, that little fright from Elise had startled her to the point of soiling her panties a little. Nothing major that could be seen on her jeans but she sat on the toilet to relieve herself and wadded up some toilet paper to dab away the dampness in her underwear. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ she began to chastise herself. ‘You spend a couple of minutes around some stupid diapers and all of a sudden you’re stupid little baby pissing herself.’ She wanted to cry, she had all of these emotions boiling and festering inside of her. Crying felt like a good way to let them out but she pushed them back down and bottled them up. She didn’t want to ruin her makeup, no matter how minimal it was, and she definitely didn’t want to have to explain to the ever perceptive Elise why she had been crying. She finished her business, pulled her pants back up in a mildly better state than they had been moments before, washed her hands, gave herself a small pep talk in the mirror and exited to get back to work now that she had recomposed herself. Elise had moved onto the fabric and loose garments next. She handed Ashley a hook for the pegboard where the shelves had been previously, a handful of clip style clothes hangers you’d usually use for pants, followed by a stack of training pants that followed the theme of the Timid Little diapers that had her so worked up. A large heart with “baby” printed across the front identical to the disposable diapers renewed her blush and broke the composure she had just gotten back. They were thick cotton and even modeled the diaper tapes. In fact, some of them were even Ashley’s exact size. ‘Should’ve taken a pair of these with me to the bathroom.’ Ashley thought before ingesting that internal statement. ‘Stupid, you don’t need training panties, even if they are cute.’ “Are you just going to stare at them or hang them up? They are pretty cute I have to admit but there’s a whole line we have to get up.” Elise broke Ashley’s newest daze who quickly jumped to action, clipping the hanger onto the garments. A couple of each size were quickly hung up as Elise unpacked the next box and handed the items to Ashley. That was followed by the matching diaper covers, and then actual more adult undergarments like bra and panty sets but printed with the same patterns of hearts, lace and diapers tapes. Those were followed by bibs, and even bottles and pacifiers scaled up to adult proportions to complete the display. Ashley was in a tizzy by the diversity of the garments and accessories and there were more theme lines to complete. She checked her watch and they still had two more hours to go. The next themes went substantially faster now that they had found a rhythm. That was about when Gary came out. “Phew. Finally got that large order out the door.” He gave a small stretch and swung his arms like he had been working out, for all Ashley knew he was just based on the strain she was feeling after making it as far as she had. “Wow, look at all this. You’ve made some great progress already. Didn’t think the boss was going to go this extreme on new inventory.” Gary said as he perused the newly displayed inventory. Again, another person who was not completely shocked by the fact they were unpacking adult diapers and garments that looked like baby diapers. Or really any of the items that had come out of the pile of cardboard that was now taking up a corner of the shop space by itself. “Well, if I know anything about Auntie B… I mean Aunt Bethany, she has flair for the dramatics and loves going all in. I’m sure she’s a nightmare in Vegas.” Ashley joked which got a good chuckle out of the two staff members that had known her for almost as long as Ashley had been alive. “Well since you’re all done back there, can you help us out up here? If we’re quick we can get this all wrapped up before taking off today and we won’t have to worry about it on Monday.” Elise said as she opened another box and extracted a Timid Little themed onesie and showed it off to Ashley and Gary. ‘It’s so cute!’ Ashley screamed internally as her mind was coming to terms with all of this. She nearly fainted when Elise spun it around in her hands to check it out herself and exposed the ruffles across the bottom. In fact now that she was looking at it, it looked perfectly sized for her. Elise handed it to her to put on a hanger and Ashley couldn’t help but to stop and stare at it for a moment. ‘Extra small, this would probably fit me perfectly.’ Was the thought she had as she examined it. If Elise and Gary noticed her lingering eyes they didn’t say anything and just went about clearing off a clothing rack and unpacking the remaining boxes. Ashley was starting to process the want that was blooming inside her. She wanted to be cutesy, she wanted to let go of the adult responsibilities, she wanted to be cared for even if it meant going back to that simpler time of wearing diapers and onesies, of just being a baby. It was a complex realization that she didn’t fully understand. At the same time her internal self-deprecation went all in, telling herself it was stupid, it was just a fantasy, no one would actually be into this kind of thing, it was a ridiculous desire, she was dumb for even thinking about it. A brutal battle was waged in her psyche as she continued to diligently work and try to keep up with the two power lifters putting her meager athleticism to shame. Maybe it was her upbringing, growing up fast, constantly having to defend herself against the external threats brought on by her diminutive stature. She had been tomboyish growing up because it was practical and her parents were very practical. Jeans and tshirts, short hair, mostly gender neutral clothes now that she reflected on it. Barbie’s and dolls were a rarity and were quickly replaced with puzzles and books. She wondered if her mom had kept them in storage somewhere after she had “outgrown” that phase and been moved on to academic and brain stimulating outlets. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little jealous of the girls who got to wear pretty dresses, play princess, wear cute clothes. She understood that dressing that way would only make her look even younger now but was that so bad? Those simpler times of not defending herself against the would be bullies. Her mind wandered as she worked. Each new garment that came out of the boxes spiked a new intrigue but mostly anything pink or frilly. She had day dreams of the pink shortalls, the long thigh high socks, the ruffle bottomed tights. She was lost in thought and the process of examining an article momentarily, putting it on a hanger, then displaying it on the rack. Her train of thought was only broken when she reached back for the next article and the only response was “that’s it, you did great Ash. Thanks for all of your help.” From Elise who had a big smile. The few words of praise and that little pet name sunk in. She had to turn away before her renewed blush gave her away. “Even with some time to spare.” Gary said as he looked at his watch and did some more stretches now that the task was complete. “I’m going to go wash up real quick.” Gary said before heading towards the bathroom. “It’s almost like a whole new store with all of this color.” Elise said as she took a moment to peruse the new inventory. She stopped at the clothes rack and pulled out the exact onesie Ashley had been eyeing. Unhooking it and holding it up. It was even Ashley’s size, not even remotely close to what Elise would need to fit her chiseled titaness form. She put it back on the rack and picked up the pink shortalls next and then another onesie covered in pink hearts. Ashley’s face felt like it was melting as one by one Elise examined almost every article of clothing Ashley had considered on herself. “It’s all just so cute. I don’t think I have the body for it necessarily but it sure is adorable. What do you think about this?” Elise asked as she held up the first onesie again. Ashley was speechless for a minute. Her brain reeling for words that in its currently fried state could barely find. “It’s… uh, um, it’s uh kinda cute… I guess.” She finally managed. ‘Nailed it. Shoot me now.’ Elise approached Ashley with all of the confidence in the world and held the hanger up to her Ashley’s neck, letting the onesie drape over her chest as if she was wearing it to get a visual. “Well isn’t that just precious.” She said with an almost devious smile that threatened to devour her. ‘Too much!’ Ashley’s brain short circuited and popped a fuse. Next thing Ashley knew she was on the floor and Elise was cradling her head in her lap. “Guess we worked you a little too hard huh?” Elise said with a smile so disarming that Ashley almost turned pudding right there, her voice so calm and soothing that Ashley felt tiny. ‘God! Is she flirting with me?’ Ashley thought to herself. ‘There’s no way, she’s like 32 and I’m like barely 19, there’s no way she’d be into a scrawny little cheerleader like me when she’s built like a goddess.’ “Hello, earth to Ashley. You okay princess?” Elise said, trying to get Ashley out of her own head. “You passed out for a second there. Are you okay?” There was genuine worry on her face. “Uh, um, yeah. It happens sometimes when I… when I overwork myself.” Ashley replied. ‘Smooth played that off well, I almost told her it only happens when I get overwhelmed or overly excited.’ “Is it vasovagal syncope?” Elise asked. “Sudden drops in blood pressure leading to fainting spells.” She clarified for Ashley who looked confused. Legitimate medical terms well beyond her memory capacity, symptoms being more so what she remembered. “Uh yeah, I think that’s what the doctors called it. It happened more when I was younger though, it’s been awhile since I’ve fainted like that.” Ashley said. “I know an acquaintance with the same condition.” Elise said. “Let’s get you some water.” Elise easily maneuvered Ashley around and stood up before helping Ashley stand. Her legs still felt a little wobbly after the faint, in fact, they were actually wobbling. Elise took note of it almost immediately and crouched down a little to be on the same eye level as Ashley. “I’m going to pick you up okay? I don’t want to hurt your feelings, I know it can be a sore subject but I want to get you over to your chair so you can sit down.” Ashley would agree that being carried is a sore subject for her. Being small as she was, some of the bigger kids liked to pick her up knowing she was an easy target. She had been thrown into the pool a number of times in gym class in junior high. Probably just dumb boys flirting and being bullies about it but she didn’t have many fond memories of being picked up. Elise on the other hand was being gentle with her, asking for permission like it was sexual consent. It disarmed Ashley completely and she gave a small nervous nod. Ashley quickly found herself hoisted up into Elise’s arms. Her legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist and Elise adjusted her grip to support her bottom while Ashley’s head naturally nestled into her and her arms wrapped around to hug her neck. Elise didn’t so much make a strained grunt or noise as she easily carried Ashley the short 20 feet over to her small register station and sat her down in the chair. “Light as a feather.” She said with another disarming smile. Elise grabbed the large thermos cup from the desk and held it up, presenting the straw to Ashley to drink from. “Take a few sips please. Might just need to get some fluids in ya.” Elise said “I can hold it myself.” Ashley tried to protest as she lifted her arms to accept the cup but in doing so felt how sluggish and slow the movements were. It was like her muscles were still in the process of rebooting and she caved and leaned forward a bit to take the straw and down a few sips. “Take it slow, big gulps of cold water could shock your core and make you feel sick.” Elise explained as Ashley took a few more sips. Gary then reappeared from the bathroom after washing up a bit. “Did I miss something?” He asked innocently. “Nothing much, Ashley just fainted. Probably just worked her too hard is all.” Elise explained the current state of affairs probably a bit too calmly for the situation because Gary’s response came fast and panicked. “Fainted!?” He took what seemed like two strides toward them and was at Ashley’s side opposite of Elise. “Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance? The boss will have our necks if Ashley got hurt because we pushed her too hard.” Elise had moved her hand to Ashley’s neck prior to Gary’s minor breakdown. She specifically had two fingers on Ashley’s pulse and felt it increasing at the same pace as Gary’s breakdown. “Calm down Gary, you’re projecting onto Ashley and scaring her. It’s okay, she’s fine. You seem to forget that I have EMT training too. She’s going to be just fine.” Elise said. “Right! Sorry, I’ll let you handle this and go start to get the shop locked up.” Garry said as he left. The fingers on Ashley’s neck monitoring her pulse were warm and the gentle contact felt almost ticklish. She couldn’t stop herself from curling up into Elise’s hand that gently cupped her chin. “Let’s get some sugar in you as well, might just have a bit of low blood sugar as well.” Elise said as she reached for the jar of candy on the counter and pulled out a pink cotton candy sucker. She took her hand back for a moment to unwrap it then brought it back to monitor her pulse while offering the lollipop up to Ashley’s lips. ‘How did she know the cotton candy was my favorite?’ Ashley thought to herself as for the first time she didn’t resist leaning forward a bit and accepted the offering. “There ya go, good girl. You’re starting to get some color back in your face.” Elise commented. Ashley could definitely feel the color in her face now as her cheeks started to burn again while her tongue shifted the lollipop over to her cheek. ‘Stop calling me a good girl, I can’t handle the praise.’ Ashley thought as the two words echoed in her head and raised goosebumps across her arms. “Alright, you seem pretty stable now. I’m going to go take out this trash and get my stuff real quick. You stay right here for the time being and if you need anything just ask.” Elise said, which got a small nod of agreement from Ashley. Elise leaving her side felt…bad? It didn’t feel good. She was so sensitive and gentle that Ashley’s guard had been lowered enough to just accept the help and treatment. The steady presence, the calm reassurances, the soft voice that delivered kind praises. Ashley’s body wanted to reach out and pull her back but her defenses were going back up. Her adult persona was taking over again and she hesitated long enough that Elise had already slipped away by the time she thought about pulling her back. Now the internal voice started again. ‘So stupid, getting so worked up about just a onesie that you fainted. And you made Elise and Gary worry about you. It’s just a onesie and some stupid diapers. Besides, the chances of Elise being into you are about zero. She just likes teasing you and you have no chance with someone like her when you look like someone like you.’ Ashley really wanted to cry. It felt fitting but she stuffed those emotions back down and held back those tears despite her eyes starting to water up a bit. She instead chose to watch from her chair as Elise broke down the boxes and condensed them into a single box stuffed with all of the garbage. ‘I should really help her. I’m fine now.’ Ashley thought as she watched Elise efficiently condense the packaging. Ashley stood up to go help but Elise caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. “Do you need something?” Elise asked gently but directly before Ashley was even fully standing. “Um, I was just going to help you finish up.” Ashley said bashfully. “Nuh uh, you stay right there. If you’re going to have to drive home after work, you’re going to need your strength and I don’t want to have to worry about you making it home safely.” Elise said. “Besides it’s not enough work for two people, I’ll have it done in a jiffy.” Gary had supposedly finished up shutting down the warehouse because he came back and started carting out the garbage that Elise had already condensed. The tag team duo had all of the garbage shuttled out to the dumpster in a matter of minutes. ‘They really do work so well together. If I didn’t know otherwise I’d say that they make a great couple but I can see they have at least a really great friendship.’ Ashley pondered from the sidelines. Gary had grabbed his bag and was heading out the door shortly after waving goodbye to Ashley and Elise. Something about having to get to the gym for a training session so he couldn’t stay too late. “Feeling better?” Elise asked as she approached with her and Ashley’s bags that she had retrieved from the break room. “Yeah, much better. You sure know your stuff. The sucker really seems to have done the trick.” Ashley replied “That’s good. Now let’s get out of here, it’ll still be here Monday.” Elise said as she handed Ashley her purse and guided her to the front door. It was always those subtle little pushes and guidances from Elise that made Ashley’s heart flutter. ‘Can your crush on Elise get any worse?’ Ashley thought to herself. ‘Just stop thinking about it. It’ll never happen. Especially since you’re too chicken to even take a shot.’ Ashley literally face palmed herself from the internal thought train. “You okay?” Elise asked, hearing the smack and turning around. “Um, yeah, I uh, just forgot my water bottle in there.” Ashley said as she looked for an excuse and actually had forgotten to bring her bottle with her. “I gotta get home and feed the cat or he’ll tear up my furniture.” Elise said. “But you have shop keys too, just be sure to lock up and set the alarm from your phone.” “Right, sounds good. I’ll see you Monday?” Ashley said feeling a little fidgety. ‘Here’s your chance, take a shot.’ But she didn’t, almost physically couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “You will indeed. Enjoy your weekend.” Elise said before walking away towards her SUV with a wave over her shoulder. Stumbling In Chapter 1- The beginning (Elise) ‘15 more minutes.’ Elise told herself as she moved another box to the shipping bay. 15 minutes before lunch and then she could finally go see Ashley again. Not that anything was really stopping her but she didn’t want to feel like a helicopter. The girl was so innocent and adorably cute it almost hurt to scroll through the pictures she had saved mentally. Her petite frame, the beaming smile when she allowed herself to flash her pearly whites, the blushes she had when she was put on the spot. ADORABLE! She had been working at the store for two weeks now and today marked the completion of the third. Friday, the day that usually dragged on but today was a good day. She looked over at the mountain of boxes that had been delivered on Wednesday. She had already unpacked one to display for an impatient friend the previous day, she had the bill of lading after all and knew which one contained the ABDL diapers her friend was after. They were living out a fantasy that Elise hoped to join some day. Her little coming into a store to buy a pack of diapers for herself. It was a classic ABDL trope and her little loved the humiliating side of things no matter how much she denied it. Elise had staked two of her bonuses on the massive order now sitting by the warehouse. Bethany was the best employer she could imagine. She was open minded about all communities and Elise had approached her about hers after an age of deliberation. It was a nerve racking meeting, to open up about yourself in that way, to expose your inner fantasies to another. Bethany had agreed to try it out. Elise couldn’t tell but she could’ve sworn that Bethany hinted at also being part of the community that she was so infatuated with, at least in some aspects. The deal was, if they didn’t see a good ROI after buying in they would terminate the line of apparel, gear, and most importantly to Elise, the diapers. Every quarter, Bethany would take 75% of the revenue generated by the store and split it between Gary and Elise. She reasoned that the money was better off going back into the economy than sitting in some over-inflated bank account collecting dust. After all of the bills it typically amounted to quite a handsome bonus for Elise and Gary. For that, Elise was eternally grateful. Bethany was a sort of role model for Elise, and a mentor. She constantly helped Elise through navigating stuff that school never prepared her for. Buying her first house, navigating the stock market and investing, survival and beyond that thriving. Bethany could write a course on how to make it but she decided to take Elise and Gary under her wing to help them be successful. In fact, she wanted everyone around her to be successful, that’s why she had brought Ashley on as the front cashier for the summer so that she could get some real world experiences. She had paid out of pocket for Elise’s EMT license, something she had wanted as her initial career goal, and had even helped Gary set up a care home for his special needs older brother. Bethany never joked, when she said that Elise and Gary were like the children she never had, Elise took that to heart. The deal Elise and Bethany had made was for two of the quarterly bonuses to be put into ABDL inventory and marketing. The online sales were good for the rest of the business so they set up, sort of secretly, a secondary LLC through the warehouse for the new venture. Gary didn’t flinch at making a second website mirroring the first, he loved that nerdy stuff. He took Elise’s input on all of the cutesy designs and gave her access to populate it with all of the pictures and descriptions since she knew more about the subject matter. Gary was aware of Elise’s caregiver and ABDL side. A night of heavy drinking had divulged many secrets years ago and Gary supported her like an older brother. Gary had even been intrigued by the ABDL diapers with their printed designs thinking it was a good venture for the business to broaden their scope and reach. Elise shuffled the last box for the day’s orders to the loading dock. She handled most of the smaller orders that went direct to consumers while Gary handled the large bulk orders that went to care homes, hospitals, and retirement centers. That meant that she had the rest of the day to play with the ABDL stuff and getting it displayed on the shop floor. ‘5 minutes to lunch. It probably would hurt to go check on Ashley.’ Elise thought before she gave Gary the heads up that it was lunch time. He was in the middle of loading a pallet for a large order of supplies but looked like he could use a break. He gave her a thumbs up and she took the queue to head out to lunch. She went to the employee break room first and stuck her dish in the microwave so that it could warm while she retrieved Ashley. One of Elise’s growing favorite things to do was sneak up on Ashley. She wore athletic shoes most of the time so she could be comfortable but they also lent themselves to being light on her feet and quiet. She found Ashley in a place she had not initially expected to find her. She was squatted down at the end of the diaper aisle. In particular, she was crouched in front of the ABDL diapers she had displayed last night for her friends. A jolt of electricity shot through Elise as she watched the girl pick up, then set down, then pick up again the pack of pink printed diapers. ‘Is Ashley an ABDL!’ Her internal voice screamed as she watched Ashley manipulate the pack of diapers in her hands, analyzing every inch of them. She approached quietly for her favorite part. “Hey, ready for lunch?” The sight of Ashley exploding in fear like a child caught red-handed was to die for. Her cheeks were flushed red with a blush that could light a cigarette. “Pretty cute aren’t they?” Elise asked innocently, but she was really trying to gauge Ashley’s reaction. A lot of ABDL’s were highly closeted, they rarely ever broadcasted their fantasies for fear of being labeled a weirdo. “I just stocked them last night.” She added, trying to keep Ashley talking. “U…um yeah, they are kinda cute.” Ashley stammered in her adorable embarrassed way. “A girl came in earlier and bought a pack so I figured I could help you guys out and face the inventory so that it stays uniform.” That’s a lie Elise almost called it immediately. ‘You’re curious aren’t you? You want to know what a diaper feels like. You may have experimented before but between price and hiding in the closet you’ve never been this close to the real thing.’ “Come on, I brought you chicken parm, I think Gary is trying to win you over to the dark side with corndogs so be warned. If you were trying to bulk that’d be a good option with all of those carbs from the bread but the protein weight is too low for you to gain anything in terms of muscle. It really bothers me that he gets to eat anything he wants and can turn it into muscle at the drop of a hat.” Elise knew Ashley wasn’t listening to her. The first time she had seen the girl’s eyes gloss over was when she began to ramble about macros. It was an easy way to fill the empty noise while allowing Ashley to think to herself so that she didn’t feel uncomfortable in the silence. The microwave had finished warming Ashley’s serving of lunch so she popped hers in while she brought Ashley the dish. To think, she had thought going down a few doors to get fast food on her first day was a viable lunch. It was the fast track to gaining weight and the disgusting ingredients that they used was never going to fly with her or Gary who was a health food nut in training. She had started packing a lunch for Ashley too and including a bevy of healthy snacks to deliver throughout the day. She occasionally would have Gary bring one of the snacks out to her, again so that it didn’t seem like she was hovering, but she knew Ashley was probably bored to tears sitting at the customer service kiosk in a store that saw maybe 50 in person customers a month. The snacks would at least give her some calories and a reprieve from the boredom. Gary had picked up that Elise was interested in Ashley on day one. He had called her out on it in the privacy of the warehouse and had made Elise promise that Ashley’s wishes were top priority. That was a given obviously. Her caretaker side only cared about what was the best for her partner, even if it was only a potential partner or a one way crush. Elise was moving on to her second favorite thing to do with Ashley. She swirled up a proportional bite of noodles for Ashley and checked that it wasn’t too hot. She presented the fork to Ashley as she did most days. If it was up to her, she’d feed Ashley her entire meal and skip lunch altogether. She knew it was pushing the line of forcing her own fantasies onto an unwilling participant but she couldn’t help herself. Today was different though. Ashley was extra blushy and her usual retort of “I can feed myself, you know.” Felt more forced, like she didn’t actually mean it. “Come on, just one bite.” Elise offered as consolation. It was their usual song and dance. She caved. She always caved. It was so sweet having Ashley accept the bite. The way she pushed her hair back behind her ear, the way she snapped forward and snatched the bite she was craving while trying not to be embarrassed. Elise knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop herself as she loaded the next fork while Ashley chewed. “Come on, you said one bite.” Ashley was turning a new shade of red and her lip naturally curled into a pout that melted Elise on the inside. “I know. I lied. Come on, just one more and I promise I’ll let you eat in peace.” Elise said as she presented the offering forward. “It’s really good isn’t it, I added a few extra seasonings this time.” Elise prodded at the tenderness that Ashley presented so well. She caved again, this time a bit more aggressively snatching the food from the fork then holding out her hand to demand the fork. It was adorable when Ashley had these displays of adult confidence while doing little things. “It is really good…” Ashley commented quietly while she chewed. “Manners, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” Elise took the opportunity to tease as she handed over the fork and glass Tupperware for Ashley. “God, aren’t you two cute.” Gary said as he took another bite of his corn dogs. Elise’s gaze could’ve burned a hole right through him. She didn’t need a wingman trying to sell her to her crush. “Oh shut up meat head.” Elise shot back. It was venomous and the message was ‘shut up before I strangle you with your stupid corndogs.’ “Last I checked you’re worse than me, counting calories and watching your “macros”” Gary fired back, making his own air quotes around “macros.” The message was clear that he didn’t care about Elise’s little game with Ashley of cat and mouse. He could see the picture from the outside and knew they were into each other. They just both were completely oblivious and unwilling to accept their chemistry. “It’s beneficial to maintain the proper physique. Some of us don’t have the metabolism of a 14 year old boy that can eat anything and not have to worry about tipping the scale.” Elise bickered. “Yeah yeah, anyways, I just have to finish up the order for Whispering Pines care facility. They almost tripled down after their first order. They’re really impressed.” Gary began. “I’ve finished off all of the direct to consumer orders for the day so I have a bit of free time that I’ll need to fill up.” Elise explained. Her eyes flicked to Ashley who had completely dissociated from the shop talk. “Oh yeah, Ashley said a case of those new diapers already sold.” Elise said to bring Ashley back into the conversation and see her reaction. The girl choked on her food at the mention of the diapers. ‘She has to be an ABDL, she’s so oblivious to it though’. “Wrong pipe?” She innocently asked as she handed over Ashley’s water bottle. She was tempted to give her back a few taps but held herself back. “Yeah…” Ashley managed to say after clearing her throat. “Well that’s good. Didn’t think registering as their new dealer would pan out so quickly.” Gary replied after Ashley had re-settled. He knew that Elise was in the middle of her flirtatious ambiguous game. “Right? As I was telling the boss, it’s a growing market and community. I’m really impressed with the quality and the designs are perfect. There’s probably 25 boxes to unload but I’ve already got them in the system. Should only have to put them on the shelf and we’re ready to go.” “When are you going to get the rest of the line out and all of the other products.” Gary asked, playing along with Elise’s game, both of them noticing Ashley’s glazed eyes regain focus at the mention of more product. “I’ll probably put a couple of lines that aren’t selling on clearance or maybe send them out for donations to the elderly home to make room. Then I have to go through one of the clothes racks, those heated vests haven’t been moving since it’s summer so that will make room for the onesies.” Elise explained. They did have quite a bit of inventory that was either outdated or had been popular with customers that no longer shopped with them for various reasons but mostly because they didn’t need them anymore sadly. Ashley’s blush renewed at the mention of onesies which flipped a switch for Elise. “Think you can help me out after lunch Ashley.” Elise pulled Ashley into the conversation but she was a little lost in thought at the moment. “Ash?” That got her attention, the little pet name she had started using innocently, she loved the way the girl snapped to attention when she heard it. “Um sure, not like I ever get a ton of customers anyways.” She finally responded. “Great, I’ll go start bringing the boxes up front then.” Elise said before standing and putting her Tupperware away in her lunch bag. She was excited, beyond excited. She had been able to subtly rope Ashley into helping her out and she’d be able to witness Ashley’s reactions personally. With food in her belly and renewed energy, she moved quickly. She had got a few of the stacks of boxes moved up front by the time Ashley finished her lunch and came to help. It would be good to get her something to do other than sit there bored to near death. Bethany was a huge proponent of “no phones out while on the clock.” Not exactly a problem in the back where they stayed busy but she wished she’d cut Ashley some slack with how dead the storefront was most times. Hopefully that will change a bit with the new products. “Hey, if you want to start breaking these out of their boxes while I bring up the rest, that'd be a huge help.” Elise said, giving some direction to Ashley. She practically had the bill of lading memorized at this point and was strategic with how she had been bringing the boxes out so that everything would line up. Call it OCD but Elise would call it efficiency. Ashley just gave a silent nod of approval as Elise moved through the swinging doors for the next stack. She already knew what box Ashley would probably be opening and was excited to see her reaction. Ashley was almost unmoving as she held the pack of diapers. ‘She’s hooked’ Elise thought as she set the next stack down. Ashley’s eyes were always focused on the next design she pulled out analyzing and exploring. She finally had all of the boxes brought up front and started working on re-sorting inventory. She knew which lines needed to come down, which could be reduced to one or two display cases with the remainder of the inventory in the back warehouse, and which lines could be donated and got to work. Her eyes frequently fell on Ashley who was always in the middle of looking at a pack of diapers like she was shopping for herself and weighing out the options between different bottoms. The items just so happened to be diapers. Ashley had already made her choice though. Elise saw her eyes wander back to the timid little diapers already on the shelf. It seemed to be Ashley’s standard she was comparing against. She gave herself a small smirk of approval. “How about you go get a drink, I know you’re not used to all of this heavy lifting like I am.” She commented, she knew it wasn’t from over-exertion but from getting worked up about all of the diapers. She watched as she walked away, she was a little pigeon toed and her walk didn’t have the grace and fluidity of an adult. It was staggered and uneven and she didn’t swing her arms in sync with her steps. ‘She’s slipping down whether she notices it or not she’s entering a little space mindset and regressing.’ After a moment of reprieve and a sip of water she returned. She was more fluid now, her trance-like state having dissipated from the short disconnect. Elise desperately wanted to scoop her up and put her in a chair to just sit on the sidelines to watch but knew Ashley wouldn’t go for it and she wanted to see more of that regressed mindset. “I’ll help out with getting your diapers put up then I have to run to the bathroom real quick.” Elise knew the choice of words she used. Contextually one would assume it was just the given task. But the blush that returned to Ashley’s cheeks and the small smile meant she took it in the way that she was claiming ownership. She offered up a pack of diapers for Ashley to put on the shelf. The larger size of the diapers Ashley had been monitoring this entire time. She didn’t take them immediately so swung the diapers her way to get her attention again and to get her to take the pack and set it on the shelf. She almost seemingly flinched like the diapers were trying to get her but quickly moved into action to take the pack from Elise with a quick “right, sorry.” Tag teaming the shelves went fast and they quickly had them all up and displayed. Ashley was a little winded from Elise’s pace but all of the disposables were neatly stored now. Ashley had been more focused after they got away from the pink printed diapers. ‘Seems like she’s settled on her preferred choice.’ She thought to herself as she looked at the display of color entering the store. Elise took off to the bathroom and left Ashley alone with the diapers. She didn’t particularly need the bathroom but she was dying to check something on her phone. She sat down and pulled her phone out and opened up her spreadsheet. She knew she was a bit OCD to have dozens of spreadsheets tracking everything and she opened her ‘NURSERY’ spreadsheet. She typed in the search bar ‘timid little’ to check her inventory. She had been buying ABDL products for years and tracked everything down to the last diaper. She had a full pack of the nighttime diapers on hand already stocked in the changing table. She also had two packs of the lighter duty daytime diapers. Her diaper bag had two left from when she had babysat for her friend Kelly and her little Jasmine. She took a mental note to restock the bag to its typical four and maybe throw some pull-ups in the mix and a nighttime spare to be prepared. She closed the app and opened the live feed from the shop security cameras. Her and Gary had access just in case the security system had a false alarm so they could check without having to come down to the shop. Bethany was pretty hands-off with this business for the most part since Elise and Gary handled everything for the most part, even their own payroll. Ashley was exactly where Elise had expected to find her, crouched at the end of the diaper aisle looking at the diapers she couldn’t keep her eyes off of. She wrapped up and washed her hands. ‘Twice in one day, how lucky can I be.’ Elise thought to herself as she moved silently back to Ashley. “You seem pretty interested in those pink ones.” Elise said, standing right behind Ashley. She nearly exploded again at the fright which made Elsie grin mischievously. “Do we need to put a bell on you? You move like a ghost! They were just crooked. I know your OCD butt would’ve done the same.” Ashley shot back. Elise had intentionally been holding herself back from adjusting them just to see Ashley’s interaction with them, it did pain her OCD admittedly but the thrill of Ashley’s blushy little face held her back. “I’m going to hit the bathroom too real quick.” Ashley announced as she rose and waddled away in the adorable little walk that Elise was coming to recognize as Ashley’s small side coming out. Her walk was a little more bow legged this time and Elise recognized the discomfort. ‘Oops, might’ve gone a bit too far with that second jump scare.’ She grinned to herself, knowing Ashley had made a wet spot in her panties. Elise moved on to sorting through the rest of the boxes, scrolling through her mental list of the packages. ‘Training pants would be good to put up next… hehe’ she internally giggled. ‘And with Ashley’s little accident it’ll be so cute to see her blushy little face when I hand her a pair.’ She hand over all the hangers and hooks they’d need to put on the pegboard at the back of the display shelves to hang the garments as well as a pair of training pants in Ashley’s size. Elise could see the gears turning in Ashley’s head and the subtle shift of her legs as she was reminded of the supposed wet spot in her panties. “Are you just going to stare at them or hang them up? They are pretty cute I have to admit but there’s a whole line we have to get up.” Elise broke Ashley’s newest daze who quickly jumped to action, clipping the hanger onto the garments. Elise metered out the garments and Ashley hung them couple of each size were quickly hung up. Elise stuck to the theme and produced matching diaper covers, and then actual adult undergarments like bra and panty sets but printed with the same patterns of hearts, lace and diapers tapes that Ashley was swooning over. That was followed by bibs, and even bottles and pacifiers scaled up to adult proportions to complete the display. Elise enjoyed Ashley’s reactions to each new item that completed the set. She had to analyze each item but Elise paced herself to let Ashley enjoy it. The next themes went substantially faster now that they were past the inject of Ashley’s fascination. ‘She probably has a humiliation kink. That’s why she is so fascinated with the ‘BABY’ text boldly displayed’ Elise thought to herself as she analyzed Ashley’s psyche. Then Gary came out to join the fray. “Phew. Finally got that large order out the door.” He gave a small stretch and swung his arms. Elise knew that the order he had packed could’ve easily been drawn out for the rest of the shift but he wanted to participate in the newness of the product line. “Wow, look at all this. You’ve made some great progress already. Didn’t think the boss was going to go this extreme on new inventory.” Gary commented. “Well, if I know anything about Auntie B… I mean Aunt Bethany, she has flair for the dramatics and loves going all in. I’m sure she’s a nightmare in Vegas.” Ashley joked which got a good chuckle out of Elise and Gary. They knew for a fact that Bethany was a problem gambler. Elise loved the innocent little moniker Ashley had for their aunt. “Well since you’re all done back there, can you help us out up here? If we’re quick we can get this all wrapped up before taking off today and we won’t have to worry about it on Monday.” Elise said as she opened another box and extracted a timid little themed onesie, dying internally at Ashley’s adorable face lighting up at the sight. Elise handed it over to Ashley to examine. She did have to hand it to Ashley, she had adorable tastes. The ruffles on the rear were to die for and the pink matched the blush on Ashley’s cheek. She started clearing the clothing rack with Gary which gave Ashley enough time to realise it was in her size and fantasize about it. Ashley snapped back to reality as Elise moved to start emptying more boxes. She hung the garment but Elise had noticed how long her eyes lingered on it as she went to work hanging everything else that was handed to her. Elise figured that Ashley, in all of her tomboyish charms, actually wanted to enjoy the more feminine side of life. The cutesy things, the pinks and pastels, internally she wanted to be a girly girl. It was probably some of her upbringing favoring the simplicity and ease of boy clothes but she probably missed out on the cute dresses and skirts. Her small stature and frame also probably voided a majority of those aspirations. Elise knew how cruel kids could be, being the opposite of Ashley but an outlier to the average, Elise had heard her fair share of ‘giraffe’ insults. Ashley probably avoided the girly girl items because it would only make her an easier target to the bullies of the world. Elise felt for her but she wanted Ashley to enjoy that side of herself. As Elise dug through the boxes she started imagining the outfit combinations she could put on Ashley. There was such a great variety and everything seemed perfect for Ashley. Even some of the black options would suit her in a gothic Lolita kind of way that had Elise day dreaming of Ashley in a full blown petticoat and maid uniform. She was lost in the though as she reached the bottom of the final box. “That’s it, you did great Ash. Thanks for all of your help!” Elise said enthusiastically to the girl who was waiting for the next item to examine and hang. ‘Praise kink, check.’ Elise thought as she saw Ashley go a little mushy at the words of encouragement. “Even with some time to spare.” Gary said as he looked at his watch and did some more stretches now that the task was complete. “I’m going to go wash up real quick.” Gary said before heading towards the bathroom. “It’s almost like a whole new store with all of this color.” Elise said as she took a moment to peruse the new inventory. She stopped at the clothes rack and pulled out the exact onesie Ashley had been eyeing. Unhooking it and holding it up. Ashley’s eyes were wide. Elise knew that Ashley was smitten with the onesie in her hands, she had even chosen the one that would fit Ashley, more so of an announcement that she agreed Ashley would look perfect in it. Elise perused the remainder of the racks, stopping to examine every article that had given Ashley pause. ‘She is helplessly adorable.’ Elise meandered back around to the first onesie again. “It’s all just so cute. I don’t think I have the body for it necessarily but it sure is adorable. What do you think about this?” Elise asked as she held up the first onesie again. “It’s… uh, um, it’s uh kinda cute… I guess.” She finally managed to formulate words. Elise loved the subtle teases that plucked at Ashley’s heart strings. Elise approached Ashley with all of the confidence in the world and held the hanger up to her Ashley’s neck, letting the onesie drape over her chest as if she was wearing it to get a visual. “Well isn’t that just precious.” She said with an almost devious smile that threatened to devour her. She knew she shouldn’t have, the girl was so worked up and so oblivious to the flirting that it was a bit too on the nose but she couldn’t help herself. “Oh crap.” Elise said as she saw Ashley’s eyes glaze then flutter and her body start to go limp. She easily caught Ashley and lowered her to the ground then moved to rehang the onesie before crouching next to Ashley and put her head in her lap. ‘Vasovagal syncope. She was too worked up and I flipped the breaker on her.’ Elise noted internally. If she hadn’t had her EMT training she would’ve been more worried but she knew it wasn’t a massive problem and that Ashley would wake up on her own momentarily but she was still internally panicking. “Guess we worked you a little too hard huh?” Elise said with a smile. Her own panic subsided and going into caregiver mode almost involuntarily. “Hello, earth to Ashley. You okay princess?” Elise said, trying to get Ashley out of her own head. “You passed out for a second there. Are you okay?” There was genuine worry on her face despite her best efforts to mask it. “Uh, um, yeah. It happens sometimes when I… when I overwork myself.” Ashley replied. ‘Or when you’re overstimulated and overexcited.’ Elise added in her head “Is it vasovagal syncope?” Elise asked, already knowing the symptoms. “Sudden drops in blood pressure leading to fainting spells.” She clarified for Ashley who looked confused. Elise only knew the medical terms because she had studied them, most only knew the symptoms though. “Uh yeah, I think that’s what the doctors called it. It happened more when I was younger though, it’s been awhile since I’ve fainted like that.” Ashley said. “I know an acquaintance with the same condition.” Elise said. An online friend from the ABDL forums she chatted with from time. “Let’s get you some water.” Elise easily maneuvered Ashley around and stood up before helping Ashley stand. Elise took note of Ashley’s wobbly legs almost immediately and crouched down a little to be on the same eye level as Ashley. “I’m going to pick you up okay? I don’t want to hurt your feelings, I know it can be a sore subject but I want to get you over to your chair so you can sit down.” She knew that someone of Ashley’s stature probably had some trauma about being picked up. Ashley gave a small nervous nod. Elise knew she was nervous, but she could see the worry melting away slowly. Elise lifted her with ease. She might’ve been 90 pounds at worst. A walk in the park considering her usual gym sessions target weights double that or more. Ashleys legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist and Elise adjusted her grip to support her bottom while Ashley’s head naturally nestled into her and her arms wrapped around to hug her neck. Elise was just happy that Ashley couldn’t see her face. Her smile would’ve given her away immediately. She was so adorable! She moved the short distance to the small register station and sat her down in the chair. “Light as a feather.” She said with another disarming smile after just barely managing to mask her glee. Elise grabbed the large thermos cup from the desk and held it up, presenting the straw to Ashley to drink from. “Take a few sips please. Might just need to get some fluids in ya.” Elise said. She knew that Ashley going down like that would take a bit to regain her muscle control. “I can hold it myself.” Ashley tried to protest as she lifted her arms to accept the cup. Elise gave her a knowing look of ‘not right now you can’t, just accept the help’. She held the cup for the momentarily defeated Ashley as she drank. It was blissful, she seemed even smaller now in her weakened state and she was more agreeable to the aid being presented to her. Elise knew that Ashley probably spent a lot of time trying to prove she could it on her own and had developed a sort of independence necessity. “Take it slow, big gulps of cold water could shock your core and make you feel sick.” Elise explained as Ashley took a few more sips. She wouldn’t mind it but it’d probably break the girl if the sudden shock of cold water ended up on Elise or the floor. Gary then reappeared from the bathroom after washing up a bit. “Did I miss something?” He asked innocently. “Nothing much, Ashley just fainted. Probably just worked her too hard is all.” Elise explained the current state of affairs probably a bit too calmly for the situation because Gary’s response came fast and panicked. “Fainted!?” He moved fast, if Elise didn’t know any better she would assume that Gary had some caregiver energy in him and he was soon at Ashley’s side opposite of Elise. “Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance? The boss will have our necks if Ashley got hurt because we pushed her too hard.” Elise had moved her hand to Ashley’s neck prior to Gary’s minor breakdown. She was monitoring Ashley’s pulse to make sure everything was alright. Gary was exasperating the issue with his worry. “Calm down Gary, you’re projecting onto Ashley and scaring her. It’s okay, she’s fine. You seem to forget that I have EMT training too. She’s going to be just fine.” Elise said to calm both of them down. “Right! Sorry, I’ll let you handle this and go start to get the shop locked up.” Garry said as he left. Her pulse stabilized again. Then her own pulse shot through the roof when Ashley nuzzled her cheek and chin into the palm of her hand. All she was missing was cat ears and a purr as she seemed to melt into the touch. ‘Is she flirting with me!?’ Elise nearly exploded but kept her cool, noting that Ashley with a cat ears headband was a must. “Let’s get some sugar in you as well, might just have a bit of low blood sugar as well.” Elise said as a distraction from her own blush. ‘Pink cotton candy, that’s the most frequent wrapper I see in the trash can up here when I empty them.’ She took her hand back for a moment to unwrap it then brought it back to monitor her pulse while offering the lollipop up to Ashley’s lips. ‘This is to die for!’ Ashley leaned forward to accept the sucker and took it between her teeth so gently. Elise just wished she could offer up a bottle or pacifier like this too. “There ya go, good girl. You’re starting to get some color back in your face.” Elise commented, watching the blush return at the praise. ‘1000% has a praise kink.’ As Elise noted the goosebumps on Ashley’s arms. “Alright, you seem pretty stable now. I’m going to go take out this trash and get my stuff real quick. You stay right here for the time being and if you need anything just ask.” Elise said, which got a small nod of agreement from Ashley. She didn’t want to leave but knew it was approaching closing time and she should help Gary out. Elise noted the abandoned puppy look on Ashley’s face and almost went back but she couldn’t coddle her forever and always despite her wishes to do so. ‘Make it quick, you played with Ashley all afternoon setting up the new inventory. Just push a little longer and you can get back over to her. Gary and Elise had worked with each for long enough that words weren’t always necessary. They knew what the other could accomplish and Elise was moving as fast as she could which drove Gary to push a little bit harder than normal to match pace. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Ashley standup. She wasn’t about to let her help with so little left to do and just coming off a fainting spell. “Do you need something?” Elise asked gently but directly before Ashley was even fully standing. “Um, I was just going to help you finish up.” Ashley said bashfully. “Nuh uh, you stay right there. If you’re going to have to drive home after work, you’re going to need your strength and I don’t want to have to worry about you making it home safely.” Elise said. “Besides it’s not enough work for two people, I’ll have it done in a jiffy.” Gary had supposedly finished up shutting down the warehouse because he came back and started carting out the garbage that Elise had already condensed. It didn’t take long to wrap up before Gary had grabbed his bag and was heading out the door while waving goodbye to Ashley and Elise. ‘Musclehead needs more gym time, must be strong like ape.’ “Feeling better?” Elise asked as she approached with her and Ashley’s bags that she had retrieved from the break room. “Yeah, much better. You sure know your stuff. The sucker really seems to have done the trick.” Ashley replied. “That’s good. Now let’s get out of here, it’ll still be here Monday.” Elise said as she handed Ashley her purse and guided her to the front door. Elise loved to gently guide Ashley along like that. ‘Say it! Just say it already. Ask her out! Get to know her some more. Maybe you can help her navigate the ABDL stuff that seems so foreign yet so alluring to her.’ Elise monologued internally. Elise was locking the door when she heard a soft smack“You okay?” “Um, yeah, I uh, just forgot my water bottle in there.” Ashley replied. A truthful lie but not the whole truth Elise recognized. “I gotta get home and feed the cat or he’ll tear up my furniture.” Elise said. “But you have shop keys too, just be sure to lock up and set the alarm from your phone.” Elise lied. She wasn’t in any rush to get home. She just need some privacy in the shop to do a little shopping herself. With all of the new inventory she was dying to pick out a few things for her nursery, not that she needed much really. She was also curious to see what Ashley was really up to. “Right, sounds good. I’ll see you Monday?” Ashley said while fidgeting nervously. ‘She’s going to go shopping too through all of the new inventory. Now I’m dying to know what she’ll get. No, you shouldn’t snoop. You already know what she’s interested in anyways.’ Elise thought. “You will indeed. Enjoy your weekend.” Elise said before walking away towards her SUV with a wave over her shoulder. She decided her shopping spree could wait till Monday or tomorrow if she was feeling antsy.

Vicky Williams had a worried expression on her face. She was sitting on the sofa worried that her 20 year old daughter wasn’t socialising enough and was working too hard on her college work. Vicky was a 37 year old brunette mum. “She really needs to get out and meet her friends and stop spending all her time doing her work” I head up to Ellie’s bedroom and knock on the door “Ellie?” Ellie is pouring over notes and mounds of books. Her heavy glasses are sitting on my nose. She hears her mum calling through the door. “Mum, not now. I need to study for the quiz next month. It's important." I say trying to zone you out but I know it's not that easy. Last month, you tried taking me out to go out and meet people for half an hour. I refused as I wanted to really study for college and I wanted to get great grades. I shook my head and got back down to studying. “Ok hun. I was just saying that I’m going to the shops and I’ll be there awhile'' Ellie doesn't hear anything and Vicky heads downstairs and grabs her purse. She gets in the car and drives to the local supermarket. As Vicky approaches the entrance, there are people handing out leaflets. One of them hands her one and she looks at it while going in. ‘All stressed out? Want to relax? Well take a relaxing day at our ‘feel young spa and health centre. You'll feel like a new you.’ Vicky smiles and thinks that Ellie would love that. She put it in her pocket and finished the shopping. 1hr later Vicky puts the bags in the car and drives home still thinking of the spa. She parks the car and puts the shopping away, head up to Ellie’s room. “Ellie, I saw this when I was shopping. Though you could do with it” she says, sliding it under the door. Ellie doesn't see it as she is in the zone. The clock chimes 11. Ellie looks at it and yawns. She wasn't finished with her studies but she was shattered. She got up from the chair and was about to flop onto her bed when she noticed the leaflet on the floor. It looks interesting and Ellie needs a break but she needs to finish this assignment. She puts it onto her bedside table and flops onto her bed and is out like a light. When Ellie woke up the next day, her body aches and her legs feel like lead weights. “God I'm aching, my body feels like I've been to the gym during the night.” She sits up in bed and looks over to her bedside table and takes the leaflet. “This looks really relaxing. I'll get mum to take me.” Ellie gets up and walks like a zombie downstairs. “Um, mum, can we go to the spa resort?” “Well, actually, I guessed you wanted to, so I decided to book us in today. I've signed us up for a few treatments too and I'm just waiting for you to have breakfast and then get dressed and we can go.” Vicky replied. Ellie nods and hurries up getting ready and 10 mins later both Vicky and Ellie are in the car driving downtown to the spa. 20 mins later, Vicky parks the car and both of them enter a big building. The building is an old huge mansion with the name ‘Feel Young Spa’ on the front. They go up to the front desk "Hello and Welcome to ‘Feel Young Spa’ the receptionist greets them. “Hello, we booked today. Our names are Vicky and Ellie.” The receptionist checks the computer. “Yes, right. That looks fine. If you don't mind following this gentleman here and he will take you to your first treatment.” We follow the man and are led into a tiled changing room with two white dressing gowns. “If you would like to take off your clothes and change into these dressing gowns and wait here, someone will be here for you shortly.” He leaves and we start undressing. We finished undressing and waited in the gowns. 5 minutes later, a woman entered the changing room. “Are you guys ready?" She asks and leads them into a room with two massage tables in the middle of it. “Ok, If you could lay down on your back and your waxing will begin soon.” She said, pointing to two tables. Vicky and Ellie lay down on the tables and wait patiently and 2 people walk through the door. “Right, who is Ellie?” Says one of them. She raises her hand. “Right you're mum signed you up for a full wax and relaxation package and Vicky you’ve got a waxing” says. “Can you put these towel round your waist?” We take the robes off and wrap them round our body. “To relax you further, please put on these headphones.” The lady places them on Ellie. On the headphones is peaceful, soothing music. Vicky looks over at Ellie and smiles that she is accepting this. Ellie winces a little bit every time that the wax strips are pulled off but the music keeps her relaxed. Ellie is so relaxed that she doesn't realise that the lady has finished waxing her and starting rubbing oil, herbs and chemicals into her body. Ellie smiles, enjoying it. What Ellie doesn't know is that Vicky has signed her up for the extreme mind stress reliever. This treatment uses hypnosis to mentally regress her mind to a much less stressful time and Vicky has chosen for her to become a 6 month old baby. Included in the package is treatments for Vicky. She will receive some drugs that will make her lactate and be able to carry her new baby. The lady taps Ellie on her shoulder and she opens her eyes and takes one side of the headphones off. “Yes?” Elle says. “Right I’ve put the oils on you so I’ll leave you to soak in them for 10 mins and I’ll be back. Lay back and I’ll check on you then”. The lady says as she starts to leave. She places the headphones back on and closes her eyes. She relaxes again, not bothering to look at Vicky who is talking to the lady. “When will her hypnosis take effect?” Vicky asks. “It will take effect once the clock hits midnight. Your changes will take effect once you get home” the lady says “also you ticked the home changes right?” She nods. “Right, when you get home, everything will be set up but don’t let her see till the next night.” I nod. The lady goes to Ellie and taps her on the shoulder again. “How do you feel? Do you feel relaxed and all nice?” She smiles and says “Oh yes. That felt brilliant. I needed that. I feel so relaxed and my skin feels so smooth and even down there feels nice. What’s next?” “Your next treatment is a mud bath, so get dressed in your gown and follow me” the lady said, opening the door. “Can I keep the headphones on while I enjoy the mud bath?” Ellie asks. “Sure, you wear them all day here” the lady replied. Ellie looked pleased. All three of them walk down the corridor and Ellie is still listening to the music. They all enter the room and there are mud baths full to the brim with mud. Vicky and Ellie slip off the gowns and enter the mud baths. The mud bath feels weird at first but it’s so relaxing. “I feel so relaxed mum. I’m glad we decided to come here.” Ellie says take your headphones off. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that cause you seemed so stressed with all that work. Now let’s soak still in the mud and enjoy the rest of our treatments” Vicky replied, closing her hers and disappearing under the mud. Ellie couldn't do that as the headphones would get dirty. About 30 mins later, the lady came back and told Vicky and Ellie that their session and treatment was over. Ellie took off the headphones and got into the showers and washed the mud off. “Mum you look great, your skin looks youthful.” Ellie says. “Thanks Ellie, you're not looking too bad either, looks like the oils and mud bath is doing your skin good” Vicky replies. A little milk trickles out from her breast but as she is showering, it gets washed away unnoticed. They dry themselves and head to the changing rooms. They head out past the receptionist. “Hope you had a great time. Please spread the word around that we are here” she says with a smile on her face. “Oh we had a lovely time, did we Ellie?” Vicky asks her daughter. “Oh yes, just what I needed. I’ll come again and spread the word.” Ellie says, smiling back. Vicky turns round and wink at the receptionist and she winks back. They head back to the car and arrive home a few minutes later. “I’ll get the wine and you switch on the tv and you choose the channel, Ellie” Vicky said heading into the kitchen. Ellie sits down on the sofa and switched onto an old episode of Friends. Vicky comes out of the kitchen bringing out 2 glasses of wine and hands one to Ellie. “We’ll just have the one glass and then bed ok?” “Ok mum” Ellie replies, raising the glass to her mouth. 20 mins later, the episode had finished, their wine was finished and both were tired. “Well, it’s bedtime. Let’s go, Ellie” Vicky says, getting up from the sofa. “Ok mum, I’m coming” Ellie says groggily. They head upstairs into each of our rooms. The moment Ellie disappears into her room and shuts the door, Vicky sneaks into the spare room to see what the spa people have done. She opens the door and Vicky's heart flutters. The room has been emptied of all the junk and replaced with the cutest baby furniture. It would be for a baby but it’s for Ellie instead so it’s bigger than normal. The room has been painted pink with cartoon animals painted over the walls. There is a white cot along one of the walls and above that is Ellie’s name in grey letters surrounded by a white cloud. In the corner is a nursing chair and a stool. The changing table is white like the cot and on it is a pink changing mat with white hearts. Underneath it, is stacks of diapers, wipes and baby powder. On the floor is a pink rug that covers the floor. Standing behind her is a pink wardrobe. Vicky opens the doors and her heart melts again. Inside are the cutest onesies and dresses hanging up or folded. There is a second compartment with bows, booties and assorted items. Vicky closes the wardrobe and takes in the nursery. “I can’t wait to show Ellie this,” I say to myself. She quietly heads out and closes and locks the door and walks to her room and with a smile on my face, she goes to bed. Meanwhile in Ellie's room, she is having a weird dream. She is 6 months old and everyone is cooing and cawing at her. Ellie tries to talk but just gurgles and drools. She sees her mum come into view. Vicky reaches down and tickles her tummy and Ellie giggles. A strange feeling is in her tummy for a brief moment and a grunt escapes her. Ellie feels a squishy feeling in her bottom and a warm wet feeling around her crotch. She starts crying. Ellie suddenly wakes up looking around and sighing that it was just a dream. She glances over at the clock on the wall and sees that it is 11:00. She closed her eyes again and fell back to sleep again without dreaming again. One hour later the hypnosis starts working. Ellie starts to feel a bit uneasy and turns in her sleep. Gradually her thumb works its way up to her mouth and her thumb enters her mouth and she starts suckling it and Ellie calms down and eases in her sleep. The alarm clock goes off and Ellie opens her eyes. She realises that her thumb is in her mouth and she pulls it out. “That was weird and so was the dream. Anyway, time for breakfast”. She walks downstairs and spots her mum sitting at the sofa drinking her tea. Ellie decided not to tell Vicky about the weird dream, putting it down to the stress of her work. “Thanks for the spa day yesterday mum. I really needed it.” Ellie told her mum. “I feel well relaxed and I can get down and continue my college work.” Vicky stopped drinking her tea. “No worries but I really hoped you would relax a bit longer and take a break from your work.” Her mum looked worried. “I can’t do that mummy.” Ellie looked shocked that she said that and like a kid. “I mean mum. I have an important assignment due in 2 days and it will help me pass.” Ellie said, still embarrassed that she talked like a kid. Vicky acted like she didn’t hear it and just nodded. “Do what you need to do hun. Just remember to take breaks”. Ellie nods and gets her breakfast ready. She pours the cereal in the bowl and pour milk into it and takes it to her bedroom. She puts it on her work table and starts up her laptop and Ellie starts her work. Ellie is busy working on her laptop when an ache from her bladder signals that it’s time for the toilet. Ellie runs to the toilet, pulls down her panties and sits on the loo just in time. She felt that if she waited a little longer, she would have wet her pants. After emptying her bladder, Ellie wipes herself and pulls up her panties and heads back to her room to continue her work. Ellie's tummy rumbles and she reaches over to the bowl of cereal and starts eating and finishes the whole bowl and drinks the cereal milk. She wipes her mouth and continues with her work. Elle had just finished a chapter of her work, when her bladder signals that it's full. “Not again, I don't need it again now”. Another ache and she runs to the toilet again just in time as her bladder muscles release her wee as soon as her bottom hits the seat. “That cereal must have gone through me. Well I don't need to go for a while now.” Ellie cleans herself up and heads back to her room to finish the 2nd part of her work. Ellie sits down on the chair but suddenly stands up as she feels a small damp spot on her panties. Shocked on how she could have a damp spot as she's been toilet trained for 18 years. Ellie quickly whips off her panties and opens her drawer to wear a new pair of panties. She pulls up the new pair and looks at the damp pair asking herself if she should go down to her mum and tell her. After a minute, Ellie decides against it and tells herself that it's just probably just the stress of starting her college work again. She goes downstairs and goes into the living room and switches on the tv to de-stress herself. The tv channel is being changed and stops onto a show called New girl which she loves. 20 mins into the show, Ellie starts to get bored, which is weird as she is usually captivated by it, and she tries to reach down for the remote, she realises that her hand is stuck to her mouth and that she's been sucking on her thumb without her realising. She pulls it out, embarrassed “Why do I keep doing that? I'm not a damn baby! Maybe it's just all this stress with work”. Ellie grabs the remote and starts changing the channel until something catches her eye. Flashes of programs appear on the tv: a cooking show, a nature show, a baby show, a dog behaviour show and a shopping show. Ellie goes to the dog behaviour show and watches it for a few minutes. They are training dogs to do various tricks. Vicky enters the living room and sits beside Ellie. “What on?” “I’m watching a doggie pwogramme….. dog programme.” Ellie looks embarrassed at her speech slur but Vicky pretends not to notice it. “Cute. You finished your work?” “I just need a break mum but it’s nearly done” Ellie replied not taking her eyes of the dog show. As she was answering, a dribble of drool fell from her lips and fell onto her top. Ellie shook her head and wiped the remaining drool from her lips and wiped her top but it still had a drool stain. Vicky looked at Ellie with a mixture of excitement and anticipation with how well it’s progressing. Suddenly Ellie runs upstairs and quickly sits on the toilet and feels her bladder empty but something feels wrong. She suddenly realises that she hasn’t pulled her panties down and is now sitting on the toilet in soaked underwear. Ellie starts crying with her head in her hands. The door opens up and Vicky sees her daughter crying. “What’s wrong?” Ellie looks up and sees her mum standing there. “I forgot to pull my knickers down to wee and also this is the 3rd time I needed the toilet today. I think something is wrong with me! I need to see the doctor.” Vicky walks up to her daughter. “Right I’ll book one for the morning but take a nap and I’m sure you’ll feel better.” Ellie nodded her head but realised that her thumb was in her mouth again and started crying and hugged her mum. Vicky was smiling inside that the hypnosis is progressing nicely. She led Ellie (with difficulty as she was still hugging her) to the bedroom. They both enter Ellie’s bedroom and Ellie started changing her wet knickers and cleaning her legs with wet wipes while Vicky looks at her phone. “Right, that’s the doctors appointment booked for tomorrow afternoon. Let’s get a good night's sleep. I’m sure it’s just stress.” Vicky says hugging her daughter as Ellie puts on clean knickers. Ellie puts on a pink top and lays down on bed and Vicky exits the room closing the door. As she closes the door, Vicky smiles that the hypnosis is working and soon she’ll have her little girl back again. In the bedroom, Ellie is drifting off to sleep and as her eyes close, her hand makes its way up the bed and her thumb enters her mouth, starts sucking on it and drifts into a peaceful sleep.

Such a big group! Where is everyone located? Any in Houston? We travel often and always looking for new friends!

Hello everyone! I’m very new to Dailydiapers, I just made my account. I’m 21M, straight. I’ve been ABDL for as long as I can remember, mainly DL but also sometimes AB when I get into the headspace. Anyone else in the area here? Looking for friends or potential partners

Haiiii my name is Nyx (29F), im from PDX! Im a little and love anything diaper related. Its good to be on here :3

Hewo! My name is Nyx, im a 29 y/o girly from PDX! Im 6"4' and super soft and chubby (Ive been told I have super nice tits :3 ) Im super into Bluey and really any cartoons and have a large coloring book collection I like to work on. Im looking for a forever mommy/CG and would ideally want to be able to meet up in person. Definitely a VERY sexual little and a large part of littlespace and ageplay is the sexual dynamic (but I do love cute dates and doing non sexual little things too!) Im very kink friendly and consider myself to be a communicative person when it comes to consent and boundaries during sex. Im looking forward to hearing from yall! (Pics included below!)

Is there anyone on this site in Nebraska? I am looking for some friends around the Omaha area.

Hey there everyone I just first went to tell you that I am not the writer of any of these stories, I don't even know if any of these writers are still around and secondly because the website that these stories are on is infected with viruses, so I have decided to post all the stories here. Thirdly if the stories end on a cliffhanger there's sadly nothing to be done about that. And lastly if the original authors are on here and they want me to take down their story I'll do that, I'm just posting their stories to preserve them and they are not lost forever. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy these stories please leave a like and the comment, also maybe save these stories as well and spread them around to other abdl story sites so we can preserve them.

Deposit Anxiously I smooth the front of my white blouse. My hands brush against the waistband of my ABU Bunnyhopps. The tall plastic stretching just above my navy pencil skirt. I’d put the damn thing on last night for bed only to wake up late- too late to put on big girl underwear for work… At least I was dry. My nerves were fried after stealthily clocking in and making my way to the teller line. The crinkle was like a roar in my ears. And I almost passed out upon seeing the outline of the padding on my skirt while passing a full-length mirror. But I made it; I was more or less safe. My counter was a little above waist height. The cubicle had walls around the side and back that mostly cut off my peers from a peek at my padded butt. Tell that to the beads of sweat building around my forehead, though. As a sense of calm starts to ease in, an unfortunate realization hits. In the panicked rush I’d found myself in, I had neglected certain… Morning needs. Something a twinge in my bladder was presently reminding me. “H-Hello, h-how can I help y-you today?” Before I could escape and somehow take care of my problem, a slightly older woman much taller than myself had appeared in my line. My legs shake below the counter, doing their best impression of a “potty dance”. The sharp-eyed beauty gives me a smile. “Hello dear, could you do a deposit for me?” My mind goes blank; the ground beneath my feet threatening to open up and swallow me whole. How!? She knows? She knows!? There’s no way! She- She wants me to-? Reflexively my hand drops down to the front of my skirt, checking that she didn’t get a peek from either above or below. The bulk between my legs feels massive in this moment… “W-What?” “A deposit, can you do that for me?” Never before have I felt so small in front of someone. The blankness of my mind begins fogging up around the edges. It’s all I can do to keep my thumb out of my mouth. She… doesn’t want me to have an accident in my d-diapie in front of her… At work… R-Right? The anxiety, bodily desperation, regressive headspace, and demand from a pretty lady compound together and sweep me away. It’s too much, my brain is absolutely fried. “Du-Duhposit…” I murmur from behind the thumb planted in my mouth. “Oh dear.” The woman looks down at me in surprise as my buckling knees finally acquiesce and bend. My free hand grabs onto the counter for support. Without needing to push an audible hiss fills the air between us as the hustle and bustle of the bank continues around us. Ignorant of the spectacle I was presenting to this random woman. “Aaah~” A relieved sigh escapes my pacified mouth. The babyish warmth between my legs is unbearable. Formerly crisp padding sags lower and lower. Humiliation burns my face beneath the haze. If I focused too hard, I’d lose myself entirely to these feelings. I-I’m a grown woman… I’mma b-big girl, and yet… P-Potty… As the flow stops, I start to mentally pull myself together. Though not fully there. A nudge would tip me back over into an infantile abyss. It’s a struggle to return to my full height; but I do so with a thumb still in my mouth as I meet the customer’s eye. An unsure waddle in my gait. “C-Can I do anyfin’ ewse for oo today?” I say while fidgeting under her grown up gaze. Futilely attempting to tug my skirt down and over my ruined Bunnyhopps. The woman chuckles, reaching over the counter to gently pat my head. “I was hoping you could deposit this.” She slides the check clutched in her free hand between us. All I can do is suck harder on my thumb in response. My face couldn’t get more crimson. “Aw It’s okay! You can help me with that in a minute, sweetie...” A wave of relief washes over me. I can move past this! I can be a big girl! “Before that why don’t I help my little teller freshen up on the changing table~” Her words push me over the edge. My adult mind crashes in on itself. I am a big girl no more. --- Inspired by @Pumpkprince_ss on Twitter Deposit.pdf

Hello I've been a Discord CG for just about 7 years and now want to branch out and do a meet up or at least babysit for those who want too have a good time being themselves. This is a strict platonic relationship, I'll only change diapers once given permission. I currently live in Columbia, SC. Please reply or DM if you wish to chat further.

“Well, work is work” Johann thought as he walked down the line of modules. He was walking along a steel hallway, carrying a briefcase, and doing what amounted to a check in the box inspection job. At least he was getting paid. As a chief engineer aboard a Star Force Explorer vessel, he had become used to a much more exciting lifestyle. Travelling the stars, vising new planets, fighting pitched battles against pirates and invaders… the kind of things he had signed up for. However, all away postings have to end at some point, and he rotated back to more conventional duties until it was his turn to leave again.So now here he was, monitoring Care Modules. He walked along the steel floored hallway and approached a random one on his right and set his briefcase down. There was a desk with a variety of gleaming buttons, and he hit the central one.A large screen door, invisible until now, appeared in front of him and slid upward. He hit the reinforced plastic behind it, ensuring it was secure, then hit a switch. A light came on, revealing a large and seemingly empty room behind.“Alight, let’s see if this all works” he said to himself. The rooms were kept empty not in use in order to prolong their lifespan. However, that could change in a second.He hit a button and began switching through a list. With it, the room changed. The walls turned from a dull grey to black, then blue, then pink, then red, and through a rainbow of colors, textures, and designs with paintings and murals appearing at will. He turned to a different list, and carpeting appeared on the floor, only to be replaced with tiles, rugs, wood, and dozens of other materials. He turned another, and furniture appeared, making an ordinary bedroom, a hospital, a prison cell, a nursery, a children’s bedroom, and more all along set designs. The idea of the machine is that it could be used as support for almost anyone, for almost any need, and in almost any situation. It could be a room to satisfy almost any need or desire aboard a ship or on the planet, then switch to something different when the next occupant came in. Johann’s job was to ensure it was all working properly before a tour came through the next day, which would include inspectors to give it final approval. As it was, several of them were already occupied, so his work was merely formality.“Alright, that is all in order. Now let’s see what else you got,” he said. He hit a button, and steel arms came out of the walls, protruding from every corner. He turned on a microphone and spoke into it. “Computer, recognize my voice.”There was a series of beeps followed by “RECOGNIZE, JOHANN,” n a mechanical voice. An image of himself in his flight suit came up, looking slender, with long brown hair.“Damn I look good,” he said, secretly wishing he could be back in that flight suit.“COMMENCING “LOOKING GOOD” PATTERN,” the voice said. Smooth jazz music came on, along with robotic dancing. Hands came out of the desk full of make up.“NO NO CANCEL CANCEL!” he said, and the machine stopped.Being careful not to mutter to himself, he bent over and opened his briefcase. A small robot, made of steel bars and wires, jumped out. It straightened up and quickly grew to a full adult’s height. It then began to flesh out, with rubber balloons inflating in the place of skin. A crude imitation of a man, but good enough for his work.He hit a button on the desk, and a door appeared in the wall. He unlocked it, then spoke to the robot.“Get in,” he said, and the robot obeyed. He shut the door behind it, and locked it.“Computer, prison setting,” he said.A series of beeps followed, then “PRISON SETTING ACKNOWLEDGED.” The room changed to a deep blue with simple furniture.He held down a button which deactivated the arms. “Robot, try to get out,” he said.The robot banged on the glass and on the door with twice the strength a human could muster. None of them budged.Johann released the buttons controlling the arms. In an instant they sprang to life and wrapped themselves around the robot, suspending him helplessly in the air.“Excellent. Computer, hospital setting.”“HOSPITAL SETTING ACKNOWLEDGED.” The room changed to a white hospital room, and the arms lay the robot on a bed while a light scanned him for medical problems.“Alright, robot, trip and fall, demonstrate “broken arm.”The robot didn’t move.He spoke louder. “Robot, trip and fall, demonstrate ‘broken arm.”The robot remained lying in the bed as arms took care of and shook its head at Johann. It put its arms behind its head and let out an automated sigh.“Damn lazy robot,” Johann said.He walked into the room.“Robot, leave this room!”The robot stuck its ‘tong’ out at him. The robot was a highly developed, extremely expensive tool, and knew it. It was far from beyond sass. If this was a malfunction, it would come down on Johann’s head.“INSTRUCTIONS NOT UNDERSTOOD,” the computer said.“No, I want this robot out of the room!” Johann said.“UNDERSTOOD, REMOVING ROBOT.”A whole appeared in the roof, and the arms tossed the robot half a mile into the sky.“Oh s&$%....” Johann said, watching his career fly away with an overpriced jackass of a robot.“INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD,” the room said. A toilet appeared, and the arms picked up Johann and pulled him toward it.“NO NO! I’m not going to use the toilet.”“INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD. ALTERNATIVE MEANS ENGAGED.” A tube came out of the wall“NOOO not that!” Johann said. He didn’t even want to know what the tube was for. “Just put me down.”“UNDERSTOOD,” the arms dropped Johann with a hard ‘thump’ onto the ground.He sat down to think. “God damn this thing destroyed the robot… it was like my boss’s baby… he said take care of it… they are going to HATE me, probably punish me, give me the 10th degree… probably won’t leave earth again…”“UNDER NOT UNDER NO UNDER NOT STOOD UNDER NOT STOOD NOT NOT STOOD UNDER” the voice said. Johann jumped up, and realized he was still muttering to himself. The arms were spinning around, struggling to find some meaning in his words.Johann began to panic. This was worst case scenario, he had caused a malfunction. “NO! STOP LISTENING TO ME!” he shouted.“UNDERSTOOD. JOHANN NO LONGER ACCEPTED VOICE CONTROL.”“What?” he said, color draining from his face. The computer didn’t say a thing.“REVERTING TO MOST LIKELY SETTING.” The machine made a long string of beeps and static noise, then began repeating his last words. “ALTERNATIVE TOILETRY MEANS… WON”T GET OUT… TAKE CARE OF IT… PUNISH… BOSS’S BABY… DOORS LOCKED, NURSERY MODE ACTIVATED.”“WHAT!” Johann shouted as arms seized him. The walls around him changed to a baby blue with colorful cartoon character’s dancing around it."This... can't... be... happening..." he said, while reality confirmed that it could, in fact, be happening.He made a scramble for the door, and slammed into the now solid wall that replaced it. Arms grabbed him from all sides and lifted him strait into the air."No NO NO! I"M NOT A BABY!" he said, as he was carried toward a changing table."YOU ARE A BABY, AND WILL BE TREATED AS SUCH. ARE YOU THROWING A TANTRUM?" the machine said."I"m NOT throwing a tantrum! I'm an adult put me... MPH..." he was cut off as a large pacifier was shoved into his mouth. He spat it out, only to find it instantly replaced and attached behind his head with ribbons."What sort of nursery is this?" he thought."NAUGHTY BABY. GOOD BABIES DON"T THROWN TANTRUMS. SUCKLE THAT AND BE A GOOD BOY OR YOU'LL GET A SPANKING. ANY MORE LIES ABOUT BEING AN ADULT WILL RESULT IN MOUTH SOAPINGS"Ridiculous. The machine couldn't spank a baby... could it? That be abuse...He watched the thick steel arms circle around. He didn't want to test it.The arms settled him down on the table. The stripped him naked, taking his clothes back through the walls. He groaned as he saw their replacements. A thick white diaper, sized for himself and cartoonishly decorated came out. A baby blue teddy bear shirt with pink ruffles at the sleeves and "Baby Boy" written on the chest followed, along with finger less mittens.The arms were efficient, he had to give them that. He was very quickly powdered, diapered, and dressed to the machine's specifications. He sat up, getting used to the new sensations. The thickness of the diaper forced his legs apart, and any movement was accompanied by the loud crinkling of plastic. However, the sweet smell of the powder, along with the softness of the padding and the t-shirt made it comfortable.The machine lifted him up and set him down on the ground amid a pile of toys."NOW BE A GOOD BABY AND PLAY UNTIL SUPPER TIME."Not likely, he thought. The second the hands moved away he stood up and reached for the tapes of his diaper. He grabbed at them on impulse, not thinking through.This quickly proved for a mistake for two reasons. First, he found that his now mittened hands were near useless when it came to opening tapes. HE had a moment to contemplate this before the second reason came crashing across his padded backside."MPH!" he yelped against the pacifier as he was hoisted into the air. Dread filled him, and he realized the machine might just make good on its promise.A scan went over him. "ASSESSING PAIN TOLERANCE" it said.Pain tolerance? he thought. It couldn't... no...Johann watched in horror as one of the hands raised itself behind him. He closed his eyes.THWACK! he felt and heard, as the hand slammed down on him. "BAD BABY! BAD BABY!" The machine said, over and over as it spanked him.This can't be happening! he thought. They wouldn't spank an actual baby! What is this?The machine continued, putting Johann into more and more agony. He felt his bottom get blistered, and slowly broke down from yelping into loud sobs.Finally the spanking ended. The machine turned him back over and craddled him comfortably, rocking him back and forth. A finger waggled in front of him."THERE THERE. GOOD BABIES KEEP THEIR DIAPERS ON. HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON?"Johann nodded."GOOD. IT IS TIME FOR FEEDING. PREPARING MEAL WITH LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY."Johann's eyes went wide as he was sat down with a crinkle and a thud at a high chair. He barely even noticed his aching bottom. Lesson? Diaper necessity? What fresh hell could that be?The machine removed his pacifier, and he tried to ask the question but was silenced as a spoon full of sugary-sweet mush was shoved into his mouth. "OPEN FOR THE AIRPLANE!" One of the machine's hands held his head as the others spooned more and more into him fast enough to almost make him gag."Wait! MPH..Let me MDSGE.... SPEAK! MPHHHHH." Every time he swallowed one spoonful, another one was instantly behind it, giving him no pause to finish speaking. He tried to spit some out, but the machine simply scooped it up and kept going. He was forced to continuously swallow what he imagined was mashed fruits and vegetables with oatmeal- as strange, gooey substance clearly intended for babies. But no one would feet a baby like this? They wouldn't treat one this roughly, would they?Soon the bowl was finished, and Johann felt stuffed with the massive amount of goo so quickly shoved into him. The hands then grabbed the bottle and lifted him out of the chair."WAIT!" he shouted.Miraculously, the machine paused."What is this.. lesson... thing... you are giving me?""LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY""Yes! What is that?"LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY. USED FOR BABIES WHO ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THEIR DIAPERS OR ARGUE AGAINST THEM. IN ORDER TO INSTRUCT BABIES ON THE IMPORTANCE OF THEIR DIAPERS AND PUNISH FOR THE SAME TRANSGRESSION. THE BABY IS GIVEN SUPPLEMENTS TO ENSURE DIAPER USAGE, THEN KEPT INSIDE THEM."Johann's eyes went wide. "WHAT!? You can't... MPHHHH!" He was cut off once again as the bottle was shoved into his mouth. He glared at the arms, waited a moment, and refused to drink."IF THE BABY IS HAVING TROUBLE DRINKING, HE CAN CERTAINLY BE ENCOURAGED." The machine held up a massive wooden paddle.Johann stared at it a moment, and realized the machine wouldn't let him go until he drank anyway. There is no way he'd win a contest of patience with an inanimate object. He sulked, and began to drink.

Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Bound! Bound is a down to earth, slice-of-life kinda story about two women and the highs and lows of dating and kink. No multiverse, no monsters, no secret regression organisations, just a normal down to earth story... something I've never done before, so it's safe to say I'm a teeny bit nervous about this one (though from what I've been told it's really good). It's not part of any existing story, it's no secret sequel or prequel to anything, it's a standalone story that I hope you all enjoy. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: Smudge Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha Dancing along the top of the shelf, winding his way around the displays, his feline agility ensuring that he wouldn’t be yelled at for making a mess, he made his way towards his favourite spot; the empty spot on the far top shelf that I left empty just so that he could get his daily sunbathing in in comfort and without much disruption. I watched him as he slithered past the propped up sign on the far shelf that notified customers that that shelf was 50% off, and past the speaker that was playing some smooth jazz playlist that I had thrown together. And not once did he knock a single thing off. Smudge was an expert at that. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he hated. He wanted to sunbathe in the little bit of sunshine left that shone through the window displays, illuminating his favourite shelf. He hated being yelled at. Finding his spot and flopping down, his black fur glistening in the sunlight, he stretched a little before resting his head down, exposing the white patch on his tummy and neck to the sunlight. “Must be an easy life for a cat…” I said to the empty room that lay in front of me. “No job, no drama, no having to worry about rent or finding a partner. No relationships. You just eat, sleep and play whenever you want. I wish I could do that…” I sighed, knowing full well how bored I’d be if I actually had the life of a cat. Because whilst working sucks, paying rent is evil and should be outlawed, and relationship drama is one of the worst kinds of drama… I’d get bored within a week. I’m like that when I go on holiday to somewhere nice, like Spain or whatever. All my friends go sit on a beach and sunbathe the whole week, sipping cocktails and reading books… I’m surrounded by books on a daily basis. I get my fill here, during the quiet hours… which seem to be taking up more and more of the day lately with the new fancy book store opening down the road a couple of weeks ago. And I don’t care about the sun, I’m a bit of a recluse. Give me a little nook with something good to read and I’m happy. But again, that’s something I can do here in my shop, or upstairs in my apartment. If I’m going on holiday, I need excitement, I need adventure, I need sights and experiences. I’d much rather go to France or Italy or Japan or something, somewhere I can experience new culture and new things. But then again… when was the last time I went on holiday? A couple of years ago? I guess it must have been early on in my relationship with Cassie, I think we went to Scotland. I know it’s not exactly Japan or France… but it was still nice being away from England, even if it wasn’t that far. I loved seeing all the sights in Edinburgh… though Cassie got bored easily. She was very much in the group I just described, the group who love sunbathing and doing nothing. And with it being Scotland… there wasn’t much sun to enjoy. Part of me wondered what she was up to these days, as we didn’t end on great terms, and that was the last time we saw each other. God… that was the last time I went to a kink event with someone too. It’s been far too long. Smudge let out a long yawn as the next song played. “Yeah, me too, Smudge…” He rolled over and looked at me with that all too familiar look of ‘I’m going to have a sleep now, and when I wake up you better have food ready’. It was one of his more common expressions, along with ‘I’m going to bite your toes from under the covers when you’ve finally managed to fall asleep’. I love that cat… but he was a bit of a devil sometimes. Taking a page from Smudge’s book, I stretched outwards, with my legs resting on my desk and my arms reaching back, the chair taking most of my weight as I leaned back slightly. “Much better. Ugh, Smudge, what do I get for tea? I can’t be arsed cooking. I think we should order takeaway. Chinese? Indian? What about that new burger place?” Smudge was a guy of very few words, so when he speaks up, you know it’s important to him. So when he meowed in response, I knew it in my heart that he was right. “Yeah… Fine, I’ll get chippy.” He loves it when I bring home fish and chips. Because it’s right next to the corner shop up the road, and I never fail to bring home some treats for him because I can’t help but spoil him rotten. I’m like this with everyone I love, not just my cat. If I ever get out of this funk and start getting back to dating again, whoever I end up with is going to be spoiled even more than little Smudge here. I just hope they’re ready… “I can’t believe it. It’s three in the afternoon, on the fourth busiest street in the city, and we’ve not had a soul since lunchtime. If sales don’t pick up soon I may have to think about moving on from this place.” “Meow…” Smudge replied. He was right. I couldn’t give this place up. It’s my home, my dream. Just a quaint little bookshop nestled in the middle of a busy high street, nothing as fancy and modern as the big chain stores like the one that opened down the road. A lot of the time we don’t even have the latest bestsellers, unless it’s something that I personally wanted to read. I’m surrounded by old books, most of which I’ve either read or have on my to-read list. I can see why people may prefer chains, as you can actually walk down the aisles in them, whereas in mine I’m not surprised if you have to dodge arrows coming out of the walls and floor that falls underneath you when you fail to spell the name of God correctly or something. Books stacked up in the aisles, shelves full of books that aren’t brilliantly arranged… okay the more I describe this place the more I realise why it wouldn’t be long before I’m going out of business. But I like it like this. I like how chaotic it is. Well, organised chaos anyway. I know where things are, so I’m always happy to find things for customers, but I know that they struggle to find things on their own, and sometimes they leave because they feel too awkward asking. I have rough signage… but they’re not exactly organised. It’s funny because in all other aspects of my life I’m not this disorganised, I’m actually a bit of a neat freak. Just look at my apartment upstairs. As soon as you go up the stairs at the back of the shop, it’s like you walk through a portal to another dimension where everything is tidy and sorted. But my shop… the shop my parents left for me when my Mum died and my Dad retired… This is my comfort zone. It’s how my Mum used to have it, before she got ill. And unless things are absolutely going to shit, I have no plans of changing it to make others feel comfortable. Even if it means I make a few less sales. Then the bell above the front door rang, and I immediately felt a sigh of relief. “Samantha?” a familiar voice called out. At the same time, my phone on the desk (that I used as my shop counter) started vibrating. Thankfully, it only vibrated a couple of times, and as the screen lit up indicating I had received a text, I left it where it was, writing down a mental note to reply to my bestie when I had seen to this customer. “Yes Mrs Higgins, at the back here…” I called out, raising my hand, not even bothering to stand up. I was too comfortable with my legs raised and my feet up on the desk to get up right now, I’m sure she’d understand. Turning to look down the aisle, I saw the familiar little old woman walking down the one aisle I kept clear… just for her. Okay, maybe I do change things for others… for people I care about anyway. Mrs Higgins is the sweetest little old lady. She has been visiting my shop every week for a new book for years now. She has this cute little book club with all the old ladies she meets up with, where they drink tea and have cute little cakes and biscuits and everyone tries to one-up the previous host’s spread of desserts. I went to one once, and I swore to myself never again. And as soon as she makes her way to the desk in the next thirty seconds… you’ll see why. “Hello dearie, it’s lovely to see you again…” “And you, Mrs Higgins. Is it that time again?” “It’s my turn to pick the book. So I want to pick something… special.” “How special are we talking?” I asked. “I want something a bit…” she looked around for a second, checking no one else was around. “...Raunchy.” “Raunchy? At your little book club? Are you sure?” I asked with disbelief. Usually they pick some typical boring love story where the guy is stoic and honestly a bit of an arsehole, and the girl stupidly falls in love with him despite him being borderline abusive. So for her to want something ‘raunchy’ as she put it… she must really want to shake things up with Ethel and the other ladies. “Yes, you know… smutty.” Hearing this innocent, little old lady say the word ‘smutty’ made my day. “I know what you mean, Mrs Higgins, I just wondered if that’s the right thing to pick…” “Don’t you think, Samantha?” She’s also one of the few people who call me Samantha. My friends… okay it’s just one friend lately, she calls me Sam. I would’ve liked to have added an ‘s’ to ‘friend’, but sadly most of them left when Cassie did, and those that are left I… haven't been great at replying to lately. Dressed in her typical long granny coat (despite the fact it’s the middle of summer) and her brilliant white thinning hair… Mrs Higgins looked like your typical old woman. She’s what I imagined my Grandma would have looked like if she hadn’t died before I was born. “I think… Ethel would have a heart attack… unless that’s what you’re hoping?” I said, smirking at her. She smirked back. Thankfully, she has a sense of humour, and I’d always get to have a good laugh with her whenever she pops in to buy the latest book she needs. “Unless you can think of something good? You read a lot, don’t you Samantha? Can you suggest anything?” “Romance novel, I assume?” “Doesn’t have to be, but the others tend to like them.” I had one suggestion, but I held my tongue as I thought about other books I could possibly suggest. Because whilst I’m an out and proud lesbian in all other aspects of my life, I never told Mrs Higgins of my ‘interest in the fairer sex’ as she would have put it. So I quickly decided on a different book to suggest. “I have one suggestion, it’s got a bit of drama in it, guy cheats on his wife, that kinda thing. It’s a bit… boring to me, but it’s got lots of drama that the girls may like.” “That sounds perfect!” Mrs Higgins said, her wrinkled face lighting up. “Though don’t you go find a man like that, find one who treats you right!” There it is. That’s why I only went to one of her book clubs. The amount of old grannies trying to set me up on dates with their grandkids, all of whom are men, just got a bit tiring. They all assume I’m straight. But I know that I’ll lose a lot of business if I correct them and tell them I’m not into men, as they all tend to buy their books through Mrs Higgins, who buys them from me. So I avoid her book clubs, and I play along with the fantasy that I’m some lonely single vulnerable woman who just ‘can’t find the right man’. When in reality, I would break any man who tried to put me in my place, and I would much rather break a woman. With consent, of course. “I will, Mrs Higgins…” I replied, trailing off. “Good girl. One of these days you’ll find the right man. And he’ll treat you right, like the Princess you are…” I don’t want to be a Princess. I want to find my own Princess. “So do you want six copies of it?” I asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible so I didn’t have to listen to this heteronormative bullshit for a second longer. I quickly wrote down the book and the number of copies I’ll need to order, worked out how much it’d cost her, then showed her the notepad. “Yes please, dearie,” she said, pulling out her little purse and counting out the change until she had enough to cover all the books I’d need to order in. She put her purse back in her bag, whilst I opened the till drawer on my desk and put away the money she had just paid me. Then she looked up at me, “I’ll pop in next week to pick them up. We’re just finishing the previous one we got from you, so I’ll need them ready for a week on Saturday.” “I can do that, Mrs Higgins. Six copies for next week. See you then!” And as I looked up, in the corner of my eye, I saw what I can only describe as the face of an angel peering through the window at the display. I swear my heart skipped a beat as this cute little blonde angel squinted through her large round glasses at the display I had put together for my latest offer. “I’ll see you next week,” Mrs Higgins said, interrupting my concentration, as I realised I had just suddenly zoned out in front of her. “Okay, bye Mrs Higgins!” As the old woman turned and started her saunter to the front door, I quickly turned back to see if the angel was still there… But sadly, she was gone. ====================================================== Again, this is not a sequel or a prequel or has any connection whatsoever to any other story. No secret regression organisations, no multiverse, no monsters, nothing. Just slice of life sapphic romance story, the highs and lows of dating, lots of kink, that kind of thing. So I hope you all like it! 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Please, Not That is the title story from my new collection of short stories, published on Amazon. The stories are written for adults and generally ignore standard abdl tropes. Please, Not That A short story of strong emotions. "Cabbage!" I think, that's what I fancy. Turning smartly on my heel I head back towards the front of the shop. Cucumbers, courgettes, cauliflower, strawberries.. wait? Strawberries? In the veg aisle? Eventually I spot the cabbages, reject the wrinkly Savoy options, decline the red cabbage (although if I'd been cooking, maybe) and opt instead for a crisp fresh white cabbage. It's an odd choice for dinner but I've learned to listen when my body made demands. Of course, cabbage does not a meal in itself make. "Perhaps some cheese would go well," I decide, so I saunter past the milk and the butter, reluctantly past the trifles and cheesecakes and find the cheese. Ah, a nice strong mature cheddar, that should do the trick. As I reach towards it I realise I'm almost stood in a puddle. My open toe sandals, ideal for the sunny weather, would give me scant protection against that wetness. I carefully lean over and claim a pound of creamy goodness, then escape down the aisle towards the delicatessen counter. This store is usually so good at keeping the floor clean, spillages coned off and cleaned up in no time. Perhaps I should let a member of staff know, this must be a recent issue. It doesn't take long to secure a few slices of pastrami, to add some texture and a different flavour to the cabbage and cheese, and I ponder whether anything else is needed. I fear the choices so far were going to lead to just too dry a meal, so.. ah, yes! Dinner would be finished nicely with some mayonnaise. I know I could make this from scratch but I'm also partial to a particular commercial brand, which I set about hunting down. The aisle with the oils and sauces in it didn't have any mayo. It did have a man in it, grey hair, that I nearly trip over, only just seeing him in time. I concede to myself that I maybe wasn't paying full attention, searching for the mayo, but convince myself nonetheless that it was really his fault, crouching down as he is. It was only his bright red t-shirt that saved him, catching my eye at the last moment. With surprise I realise that the man is crouching over another puddle. He avoids eye contact and leans to look under the shelves. Skirting carefully around him I try to explain this strange behaviour. Aha, the fridges with the cheese are on the other side of the shelving, and he must be Maintenance trying to track down which one was leaking. I smile to myself, I'm in no danger of leaking today. The next corner reveals Mayo, in light and full evil fat forms, with the larger container on an unexpected sale that makes it the cheapest option. I put a tub into my shopping basket and move through the store to find some ice cream before heading home. Sat watching a documentary on TV, I take a slice of raw cabbage, dip it into the large pool of mayonnaise on my plate and lift it to my mouth. A delightful crisp snap as I bite into it releases the flavour of the cabbage, mingling with the smooth mayo and leaving me wondering why I don't do this more often. Between the cabbage, the cheese and the mayo I barely even touch the pastrami, starting to work through the plate full of food. It doesn't take long before my stomach starts to grumble. I've always found cheese filling but I'm caught by surprise at how quickly the cabbage was satisfying my appetite. Tasty as it is though, I don't want to stop, and quaff most of my glass of water to wash down the food I've already eaten. Foolishly at this point I tuck straight back in, and clears my plate. "That was good," I tell myself, intentionally ignoring that I've just eaten half a cabbage and far too much cheese. I know there's ice cream waiting, if I pretend I'm not too full. Perhaps a few minutes to let the main course settle wont hurt. After those few minutes I pause the documentary and seek out the ice cream. Salted caramel, rich, creamier than the cheese and so good. I greedily finish the whole pot. With another glass of water I lean back and enjoy the documentary. It's an old one, a mix of black and white footage and a silky voice-over from a famous British actor, since deceased. Aware of my full stomach I relax, my patio door open to allow a gentle breeze, the cats playing in the garden. Twenty, perhaps thirty minutes later, I shift slightly in my seat. With nobody else at home there would be no harm in relieving some internal pressure and without conscious thought, I gently squeeze out some air. It isn't air. Freezing rigidly in disbelief I try to convince myself that I had merely broken wind, and that the horrid sensation I'd just felt was not.. but I knew. There could be no lying about this. Furiously I thought whether my body had warned me, but it had not, and now it was too late. Pausing the TV I gingerly stand, walk upstairs and strip off my now contaminated clothing. My skirt goes into the washpile. The black denim will survive well enough, without a stain. My underwear comes into the shower with me; it needs rinsing clean more than I do. Fortunately it's everyday wear, no expensive lace to be ruined. This isn't the first occasion. It's been many months though, maybe a year. Sure, some foods cause problems and I really should see about a diagnosis of IBS but I do normally at least get 40 seconds warning, all that's needed to avoid humiliation. Even with just the cats around, it's humiliating. Still, I know I can manage this situation. Indeed, what's about to happen is entirely overkill, but I'm annoyed and scared it'll happen again. I retrieve something entirely misnamed a brief, because briefs don't fasten at the waist with sticky tape, aren't covered in a soft pliable plastic, and the ones I normally wear are nowhere near half an inch thick. This one is. Putting it on takes just a few moments. All that practice had to count for something. Yet this time it feels different, there's no thrill, no sense of naughtiness, it just leaves me pensive. Wearing these things for fun and fantasy is one thing; wearing one because of genuine need is new, concerning, somehow weirdly feels like an adult act - perhaps because I'm the one being responsible about this, rather than the wish fulfilment of having it done to me. A clean skirt, a coordinated top and I'm done. I wear the same bra, it wasn't a matching set anyway and why create more laundry. Strange justification, given the clean top, which itself makes no sense: I'm not going out again today, even if I hadn't had to change my underwear. Maybe I just want something about my attire to look right. Perhaps this isn't the time for logic. The evening passes slowly. Every internal signal from my body gets scrutinised, and I can't concentrate on television, reading, anything. The cats come and go, they're not bothered. I am. My new padded underwear stops feeling so new. I know it'll be a while before it nears capacity, and while it's holding just liquids I can pretend this is just another playtime. Unscheduled, I'd intended to be all grown up this week - hence being safe from leaks in the supermarket. So much for that plan. But these things cost money so I take the opportunity to at least get something from the situation. My ideal outcome is a quiet night, a clear signal from my body when it's ready, a chance to reclaim my adulthood. Fate has other plans. This time I don't assume it's air, almost leap from my seat and dash for salvation. It's not enough, and for the second time in the evening I'm shamed. I should be mortified. Part of me understands this, wants to embrace it, burst into tears and give up. Instead I almost celebrate: My skirt and other clothing is still clean, and quickly removed. The so-called briefs that protected it come off next, and yet again I find myself in a shower to get clean. The act of showering is efficient but mechanical, I'm doing it because it needs to be done. It's later, in bed, further protection in place, that the flurry of thoughts hits me, that I relent and let the emotions come. I don't enjoy being in tears but sometimes it's the right response. Incontinence is a frequent fantasy, but stays safely in that realm. Permanent protection can be discreet and is manageable, but there's an impact on activities, social interactions and confidence. I like the idea of having no control but know I'd hate the reality. But the fantasy is never double incontinence. The age play doesn't go there either; the smell and mess is too unpleasant, too much to handle. I feel doubly betrayed. I don't want to have no control, and if I had to, that's not the control I'd want to lose. This isn't fun, this is purgatory. Am I doomed to needing constant cover? Absorbency maybe isn't so necessary, something thinner might work. But that's not the issue, the clean garment is irrelevant. It's what happens if it stops being clean. I can't hide that, my friends and colleagues would notice immediately. I'd notice immediately and that's bad enough. My brain racing, I try to think how to manage this issue. Maybe surgery? The classic cork gag? Work from home and abandon my social life? Pre-emptive cleansing? Or just stop eating when I'm not going to spend the next few hours at home. That means eating in the evenings and going to bed in uncertainty. Like I am now. Will I wake up soiled? Not a question I want to ask every night, and it's frightening me enough to defer sleep tonight. Surely I'll be fine? This must be a one-off, there must have been a strange pesticide on the cabbage, possibly too much mayonnaise, or it was discounted because it was going off. I've cleared my system, haven't I? It can't happen again, it wont keep going on tomorrow, the day after, next week? The rest of my life? A cat jumps up, snuggles close, falls asleep. I join her. Tomorrow.. I'll find out. --

Description An introverted volcanologist, Olivia, stumbles across a demon during a hike up a volcano. The demon of humiliation follows her and makes her do embarrassing things such as wetting herself and messing herself. Chapter 1: Olivia’s Volcano Trek in Montserrat The heat was stifling, even through the thick protective suit Olivia wore. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, stinging her eyes as she ascended the jagged slopes of the Soufrière Hills volcano. The air was thick with the acrid smell of sulfur, a constant reminder of the volatile power slumbering beneath her feet. Yet, the danger was intoxicating. Olivia thrived on the adrenaline, the thrill of exploring the raw, untamed heart of the earth. Montserrat’s landscape was a testament to the volcano’s might. Lush rainforest abruptly gave way to barren ash fields, scarred by the fury of past eruptions. Olivia’s boots crunched on the brittle ground as she navigated the desolate terrain, her eyes scanning the landscape for signs of activity. Her instruments beeped and whirred, recording every subtle tremor, every shift in temperature, every whisper of the volcano’s breath. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ash fields, Olivia decided to make camp for the night. She settled down in a small depression, shielded from the wind by a jagged outcrop of rock. As darkness fell, she huddled closer to the fire, the flickering flames providing a small haven of warmth in the chilling night air. Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold enveloped her. The fire sputtered and died, plunging her into darkness. A sinister presence seemed to fill the air, a silent menace that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Then, she saw it. A figure emerged from the shadows, its form shimmering and shifting like the flames of a dying fire. It was short and gaunt, with eyes that burned like embers. Olivia gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. The figure moved closer, its eyes fixed on her with a malevolent intensity. Olivia tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or even breathe. The figure reached out, its hand glowing with an eerie light. It touched her forehead, and a wave of icy cold washed over her. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure vanished, leaving Olivia trembling and alone in the darkness. The rest of the night was a blur. Olivia stumbled back to base camp at first light, her mind reeling with the terrifying encounter. She boarded the plane home in a daze, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of fear. But the horror wasn’t over. As the plane soared through the clouds, Olivia felt a cold sensation creeping up her legs. She tried to ignore it, but it grew stronger, more insistent. Finally, in a moment of mortifying humiliation, she realised she had wet herself. She rushed to the nearest bathroom with her bag, luckily she carried a extra set of clothes for if she spilt something on herself. She quickly got unclothed, cleaned herself and put on the fresh pair of clothes before quickly stuffing her bag with the soiled pants and panties along with her other clothes. As Olivia stepped off the plane onto British soil, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still being watched. The unseen presence that had tormented her on the volcano seemed to have followed her home. She knew, with a bone-chilling certainty, that her ordeal was far from over. Chapter 2: Arriving Home The taxi pulled up to the curb, its engine sputtering into silence. Olivia stepped out onto the familiar pavement, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the volcanic heat she had recently escaped. She lugged her heavy suitcase up the path, her keys jingling in her trembling hand. With a sigh of relief, she unlocked the door and stepped into the comforting darkness of her home. The house was silent, save for the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Olivia flicked on the light switch, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She dragged her suitcase into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa, exhaustion washing over her. But the unease that had settled in her gut on the plane refused to dissipate. A cold dread clung to her like a second skin, a constant reminder of the unseen presence that haunted her. With a sigh, Olivia pushed herself off the sofa and headed towards the kitchen, hoping a cup of tea would soothe her frayed nerves. As she entered the brightly lit room, her heart lurched. There, perched casually on the kitchen counter, was the demon. It hadn’t changed. It was still the same gaunt figure, with eyes that burned like coals. It watched her with a chilling intensity, a smirk playing on its lips. Olivia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. “Surprised to see me?” the demon purred, her voice like the rasp of dry leaves. Chapter 3: Olivia’s Not So Welcoming Guest “Aw, did I scare you wittle Olivia? Make you wet your panties like a baby on the plane?” the demon sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “Don’t worry, it’s only going to get worse. Maybe you’ll need these to keep you dry.” It held up an adult diaper, its own grotesque face leering from the front, surrounded by erupting volcanoes. Olivia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and fury. “Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?” She clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with defiance. “This is wrong. You can’t just invade my life and humiliate me. I won’t let you!” “Such anger,” the demon murmured, feigning concern. “Is it because you can’t control your bladder, or is there something else troubling you, dear? Perhaps I can help alleviate your distress… if you’re willing to cooperate.” Olivia gasped, her legs trembling as she realized she was wetting herself again. “Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “What do you want from me? Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, just please stop this!” A dark shadow fell over the demon’s face as it spoke. “You will obey me, Olivia. You will wear the diapers, and you will do so without complaint. Failure to comply will result in… consequences.” Its voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air. Olivia’s voice trembled despite her defiant words. “No, no, no!” she cried, backing away from the demon. “I won’t do it! I refuse! You can’t make me wear those… those things. I’m not a baby anymore!” “Well, well, well,” the demon drawled, its voice thick with sarcasm. “Looks like someone needs a little assistance with their wardrobe.” It snapped its fingers, and Olivia found herself clad in the demon’s personalized diaper. “Voila! A fashion statement fit for a queen… or should I say, a baby?” The demon chortled, revelling in Olivia’s mortification. Olivia’s body shook with rage and humiliation as she futilely tugged at the diaper. “This is wrong!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the house. “You can’t do this to me! I’m not your plaything! You have no right!” The diaper was not coming off of her. “This is just the beginning, Olivia,” the demon cackled, its voice filled with glee. “You will wear this diaper as a constant reminder of your helplessness. And when you’ve had enough, when you’re broken and begging for release, then you may grovel at my feet for a changing.” With a final, mocking bow, the demon vanished, leaving Olivia trapped in her degrading predicament wearing just a diaper and t-shirt. Chapter 4: On Purpose The moment the demon vanished, a burning thirst overtook Olivia. Her throat felt like parchment, her mouth a desert. She stumbled to the kitchen, diaper crinkling, her hands shaking as she filled glass after glass with water, gulping it down desperately. A wave of nausea followed, a sickening realization dawning upon her. This was the demon’s game. The thirst, the diaper – it was all a cruel ploy to break her. And with the amount of water she’d consumed, she knew she’d soon be wetting her diaper. Olivia’s stomach churned as the realization hit her like a punch to the gut. Damn it, she thought, her voice catching in her throat. She had to find a way to avoid soiling this diaper. A walk, maybe? Fresh air might clear her head. She waddled into the living room, the diaper’s plastic crinkling with each awkward step. Reaching the stairs, she gripped the banister, hauling herself up one agonizing step at a time. In her bedroom, she grabbed a pair of jeans, relief flooding her as she managed to pull them up over the bulky diaper. But as soon as the zipper closed, the denim vanished, leaving her exposed once more. “No!” she cried, a sob escaping her lips. They were her favorite jeans, a soft, worn reminder of simpler times. Now, she was trapped in this infernal diaper, a prisoner in her own home. The thought of venturing outside, of facing the world’s judgment with a demon’s face plastered across her backside, on a diaper of all things, was unbearable. Despair washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy depths. She needed a distraction, something to anchor her to reality. Spotting her old colouring book on the shelf, she snatched it up. Flipping through the pages, her eyes landed on a familiar image: a volcano, its slopes bathed in fiery reds and oranges. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Volcanoes used to be her passion, her refuge. Now, they were a symbol of her torment. The volcano on the coloring page stared back at Olivia, a mocking reminder of her predicament. Crayons in hand, she tried to focus, but her thoughts kept returning to the demon’s taunting words and the humiliating diaper encasing her. Each rustle of the plastic felt like a brand, a constant reminder of her helplessness. Desperate for a distraction, she dumped out a jigsaw puzzle, hoping the intricate pieces would occupy her mind. For a while, it worked. But as the image of a tranquil meadow began to take shape, a familiar pressure built in her bladder. Olivia squirmed, squeezing her thighs together, her focus shattering. The potty dance she’d outgrown decades ago made a reappearance, a desperate attempt to hold back the inevitable. But the urge became unbearable, a searing pain radiating through her lower abdomen. With a defeated sigh, Olivia released a tiny trickle, hoping to relieve the pressure and stop after. But the floodgates opened, and a warm steady stream poured into the diaper, she was soaking the absorbent padding on purpose. The heat spread through her groin and to her bum, a mix of shame and a strange, forbidden thrill. It was a surrender, a perverse fulfilment of the demon’s twisted desire. Olivia stood over the jigsaw puzzle, the sodden diaper clinging to her skin, a warm, but cold reminder of her degradation. The stench of urine filled her nostrils, a wave of shame washing over her. She couldn’t stay like this, wallowing in her own filth. With renewed determination, she tugged at the diaper’s fastenings, her nails digging into the unyielding plastic. A desperate trip to the kitchen yielded a pair of scissors, but even those proved useless against the demon’s magic. Trapped, defeated, she sank to the floor, the wet diaper chilling her princess parts. Never in her life had she felt so violated, so utterly helpless. Yet, a flicker of defiance remained. She wouldn’t let this demon break her. Returning to the puzzle, she forced her mind to focus on the remaining pieces. As the final piece clicked into place, a triumphant smile briefly touched her lips, quickly replaced by a gnawing hunger. Her stomach rumbled, demanding attention. The diaper squished and crinkled unpleasantly with each step as she made her way back to the kitchen. Wrenching open the fridge, she grabbed the container of prune stew she’d prepared before her trip. She devoured it greedily, the sweetness a temporary comfort. Avocado toast followed, the familiar routine offering a semblance of normalcy in this bizarre, degrading situation. Chapter 5: Uh oh… Olivia pushed away her empty plate, a wave of nausea replacing her hunger. As if summoned by her discomfort, the demon reappeared, a fresh diaper dangling from its bony fingers. “Ready to admit defeat, little one?” its voice oozed with smug satisfaction. “All it takes is a simple plea. Just ask nicely, and I’ll grant you the sweet relief of a clean diaper.” Olivia’s cheeks burned with shame, but defiance hardened her voice. “I’ll never beg you for anything,” she retorted. “Get me out of this diaper, now!” The demon’s smile widened, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. “Oh, but you belong in it, don’t you, Olivia?” It gestured towards the dampness spreading across her thighs. “You’ve already proven that.” Olivia’s gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet the demon’s taunting eyes. A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. “And here’s a little secret,” the demon continued, its voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “That prune stew you just devoured? It’s going to make you… well, let’s just say you’ll be needing a change sooner rather than later. See you bright and early tomorrow, Olivia.” With a final, mocking chuckle, the demon vanished, leaving Olivia frozen in horror. The implications of its words hit her like a thunderbolt. She’d wet the diaper, and now… now she was going to soil it. The thought was unbearable, a new level of degradation she hadn’t anticipated. “No,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. But it was too late. The demon was gone, and Olivia was left alone to face the consequences of her actions, her stomach churning with dread, shame and stew. Panic rising in her throat, Olivia bolted from the kitchen, her sodden diaper slapping against her thighs. She needed a plan, a way to escape this humiliating fate. But the demon’s words echoed in her ears, a cruel reminder of her powerlessness. “You’ll be needing a change sooner rather than later.” Her frantic search for a solution led her to the bathroom, where she frantically rummaged through drawers and cabinets. Toilet paper, sanitary pads, even a plunger—nothing seemed capable of staving off the inevitable. A wave of nausea swept over her, a visceral reaction to the thought of soiling herself in front of the demon. She collapsed onto the cold tile floor, tears welling in her eyes. Was this really happening? Was this her life now, at the mercy of a sadistic demon and a humiliating diaper? Time seemed to warp and stretch as Olivia sat huddled on the bathroom floor, her mind a whirlwind of panic and humiliation. The initial wave of nausea subsided, replaced by a dull ache in her lower abdomen. She knew what was coming, but the thought of succumbing to the demon’s twisted game filled her with a visceral revulsion. Minutes turned into an agonizing eternity. The pressure in her bowels intensified, each gurgle a symphony of impending doom. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her legs trembled with the effort of holding back. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging into her thighs, a desperate attempt to maintain control. But it was a losing battle. With a defeated groan, Olivia finally relented, her body betraying her resolve. A warm, viscous substance oozed into the diaper, a sickening contrast to the chill of her fear-soaked skin. The stench filled the small bathroom, a pungent reminder of what she just did in her diaper. She buried her face in her hands, sobs wracking her body. The demon had won, for now. But deep within her, a spark of defiance remained, a tiny ember refusing to be extinguished. Exhaustion finally claimed Olivia, her body collapsing onto the bed, the soiled diaper a heavy, shameful weight against her skin. Sleep came fitfully, plagued by nightmares of the demon’s leering face and the suffocating stench of her own waste. Each toss and turn was a reminder of her predicament, the diaper chafing against her raw skin, a constant source of discomfort and humiliation. She had succumbed to the demon’s twisted game, her own actions fuelling its cruel amusement. The weight of her shame was crushing, a dark cloud suffocating her spirit. Yet, even in the depths of her despair, a flicker of defiance refused to die. This was not the end, she vowed silently. She would find a way to break free, to reclaim her dignity and her life. Chapter 6: You got me begging… Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. Olivia stirred, a groan escaping her lips as she tried to stretch her cramped limbs. But something was amiss, a sticky warmth clinging to her skin, a foul odor invading her nostrils. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and a wave of nausea washed over her. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” a voice purred, its honeyed sweetness a jarring contrast to the demon’s grotesque form. Olivia jumped as her eyes snapped open, her gaze colliding with the demon perched on the edge of her bed. It wore a sickeningly cheerful grin, its eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. “How was your night? Did you sleep well?” Olivia recoiled, pulling the soiled diaper closer to her body, a futile attempt to shield herself from the demon’s scrutiny. “Go away,” she croaked, her voice raspy from sleep and shame. “Oh, come on now, don’t be like that,” the demon chided, its voice dripping with mock concern. “We have so much to discuss. After all, it’s a big day for you, isn’t it? Your first full day in diapers.” Olivia’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation. “Leave me alone,” she hissed, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to sit up, but the diaper’s weight and the lingering nausea held her back. “Oh, come on, Olivia,” the demon coaxed, its voice dripping with false sympathy. “You can’t stay in that dirty diaper all day. It’s uncomfortable, unsanitary, and… well, frankly, it smells awful.” Olivia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The demon was right, of course. She desperately needed a change, but the thought of begging for it, of submitting to its twisted game, made her stomach churn. The demon leaned closer, its breath hot against Olivia’s skin. “Just ask me nicely, Olivia. Say the words, and I’ll grant you relief.” A war raged within Olivia. Pride and defiance battled against the overwhelming urge for cleanliness and comfort. Finally, her resolve crumbled. “Please,” she choked out, the word tasting like poison on her tongue. “Please change me.” The demon recoiled, its grin twisting into a sneer. “That’s not how you ask for a favor, Olivia,” it chided, its voice sharp as a whip. “Where’s the gratitude? The humility? The desperate plea for my mercy?” Olivia’s cheeks burned with renewed shame. She swallowed hard, the words sticking in her throat like jagged shards of glass. “Please,” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, master, would you be so kind as to change my diaper?” The demon cocked its head, studying her with a critical eye. “Better,” it conceded, “but not quite there yet. You need to sound more… pathetic. More desperate. More like the helpless creature you’ve become.” Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes, her voice thick with emotion as she spoke. “Master, I am nothing without you,” she choked out. “I beg of you, please grant me this small mercy. I am filthy and unworthy, but I plead for your kindness. Please change my diaper.” The demon’s smile returned, a predatory glint in its eyes. “That’s more like it,” it purred, snapping its fingers. A fresh diaper materialized in its hand, its design identical to the soiled one. “I like it when the new ones beg for diapers. Now, be a good girl and lie still.” Olivia obeyed, her body trembling as the demon slowly and deliberately changed her diaper, its touch lingeringly cold and impersonal. “Could have just clicked my fingers,” it purred, its voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “But where’s the fun in that? A snap of my fingers, and poof! No mess, no fuss. But where’s the entertainment in that? Seeing you squirm, begging for my help… now that’s truly delightful.” The demon chuckled, a sound like nails scraping down a chalkboard, and held the soiled diaper up, the stench assaulting Olivia’s nose with renewed intensity. A cruel grin spread across the demon’s face. “Well, well, well, look at the state of you. Seems like you made quite a mess last night, didn’t you, little one? Perhaps you underestimated your ability to hold it. Or maybe you reveled in the mess a little too much, making a game of it all. You naughty little girl.” Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, tears threatening to spill over. The demon’s words were like acid, burning away her last shreds of dignity. The demon cackled, a sound that sent shivers down Olivia’s spine. With practiced ease, it used a wet wipe to clean her princess parts and her bum, its touch rough and impersonal. “Hold still,” it commanded, its voice devoid of any warmth. Once Olivia was clean, the demon barked, “Legs up!” and waited impatiently for her to comply. With trembling hands, Olivia lifted her legs, offering a brief glimpse of her exposed bum. The demon wasted no time, swiftly sliding the fresh diaper underneath her. It then sprinkled a layer of baby powder over her princess parts and bum, the cool powder a stark contrast to the burning shame radiating from her core. Finally, with a flourish, the demon lifted the front over crotch and snapped the diaper tapes into place, securing it snugly around her waist. “There you go, all clean and… well, relatively fresh,” it sneered, sniffing the old soiled diaper in the air with exaggerated disgust. “But remember, Olivia,” it added, its voice dripping with false sympathy, “accidents happen to the best of us, especially when they’re wearing diapers like a little baby. And when those accidents happen, you’ll know exactly how to beg for my… assistance.” The demon’s grin widened, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. As it leaned in close, its breath reeking of sulfur, it whispered, “And make sure you beg well, because the consequences for disobedience are… unpleasant, to say the least.” With a final, lingering stroke of her cheek, the demon vanished, leaving Olivia alone with the lingering stench of shame from her soiled diaper next to her and the chilling realization that this was only the beginning of her torment. Chapter 7: The Demon’s Assistant Despite the lingering trauma of the demon’s touch, Olivia found herself oddly relieved to be in a fresh diaper. The clean, dry sensation against her skin was a stark contrast to the soiled diaper that now lay discarded on the floor, a tangible reminder of her humiliation. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, the emotional turmoil of the past hours taking its toll. She crawled back under her covers, the fresh diaper a small comfort amidst the chaos. Sleep came easier this time, her dreams less haunted by the demon’s menacing presence. As the morning sun streamed through her window, Olivia woke with a renewed sense of determination. She wouldn’t let the demon control her life. She would find a way to break free from this twisted game, to reclaim her dignity and independence. A loud knocking at the door startled her, interrupting her thoughts. Could it be the demon again, so soon? She cautiously approached the door, her heart pounding in her chest. Olivia cautiously cracked open the front door, shielding her diaper-clad body from view. “Package for Olivia Parker?” a cheerful voice chirped. “Yes, thank you,” Olivia mumbled, snatching the box and swiftly closing the door. A wave of relief washed over her. Just some LED lights she’d ordered before her disastrous trip. A perfect distraction from her current predicament. Parcel tucked under her arm, she turned towards the stairs, only to be halted by another insistent knock. With a frustrated sigh, she set the box down and yanked open the door. “Lucille,” a woman declared, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, “the Demon’s assistant. I’ll be coming in now.” Before Olivia could protest, the woman swept past her, her movements a whirlwind of chiffon and perfume. “Excuse me!” Olivia sputtered, indignation rising in her throat. But her protest was cut short as the woman—Lucille—snapped her fingers. In a flash, a bright pink pacifier appeared in Olivia’s mouth, silencing her. She gagged, her fingers clawing at the plastic, but to no avail. The more she struggled, the tighter her mouth clamped around the pacifier, her own body betraying her. Humiliation flooded her as she realized she was now not only trapped in a diaper but also reduced to an infantile state with the pacifier. Lucille surveyed Olivia with a critical eye, her lips pursed in disapproval. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, circling her like a predator sizing up its prey. “Looks like someone’s been a naughty girl. Didn’t your master teach you any manners?” Olivia glared at her through the pacifier, a silent fury burning in her eyes. She tried to speak, but the pacifier rendered her words into muffled, infantile gurgles. Lucille chuckled, a sound like wind chimes laced with venom. “Don’t worry, darling,” she cooed, patting Olivia’s head with a manicured hand. “I’m here to help you adjust to your new… lifestyle. The Demon has big plans for you, and I’m here to ensure you’re properly prepared.” She snapped her fingers again, and a mountain of baby supplies materialized in the middle of the living room: stacks of diapers, bottles filled with a milky liquid, jars of pureed food, and an assortment of pastel-colored toys. Olivia’s eyes widened in horror as Lucille began unpacking the items, her movements efficient and practiced. “Now, now, don’t look so glum,” Lucille chirped, her voice gratingly cheerful. “This is just the beginning. You’re going to have so much fun with all these new toys, aren’t you, sweetie?” She picked up a rattle shaped like a volcano, shaking it enticingly in front of Olivia’s face. Olivia recoiled, her disgust evident even through the pacifier. This was a nightmare, a grotesque mockery of her life. But as Lucille continued to unpack the supplies, a chilling realization dawned on her. This wasn’t a temporary punishment; this was the demon’s vision for her future. A future filled with diapers, baby formula, baby food, and the constant presence of Lucille. Lucille perched herself on the arm of the sofa, her gaze fixed on Olivia like a scientist observing a lab specimen. “Now, Olivia, darling,” she began, her voice a sickeningly sweet melody, “let’s talk about our new arrangement.” Olivia, still struggling fruitlessly against the pacifier, let out a muffled growl of frustration. “Oh, hush now, there’s no need for that,” Lucille chided, her tone saccharine but her eyes cold. “I’m here to help you, after all.” She leaned forward, her words dripping with condescension. “From now on, I’ll be your… caregiver, shall we say? I’ll be in charge of all your needs – feeding, changing, playtime, even bath time.” A sly smile curled on her lips. “And of course, discipline when necessary. Maybe even rewards! However, the Demon expects complete obedience, you understand?” Olivia’s eyes widened in horror. This was worse than she could have imagined. Lucille, with her patronizing tone and condescending touch, was to be her constant companion, her jailer in this infantile prison. “Don’t worry, darling,” Lucille cooed, misinterpreting Olivia’s silence. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll learn to love your new life, with all its simple pleasures and childish delights.” She picked up a teddy bear from the pile of baby supplies, its beady eyes seeming to mock Olivia’s despair. Olivia shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. This was not her life, not who she was. She was a scientist, a volcanologist, a woman with a career and a future. But the pacifier in her mouth prevented any protest, any plea for reason. All she could do was watch helplessly as Lucille laid out the grim reality of her new, demeaning existence. Lucille reached out a manicured hand, her fingers pinching the pacifier between Olivia’s lips. With a swift tug, she removed it, a triumphant smirk on her face. “There now,” she purred. “Don’t you feel better already?” Olivia gasped, her lungs filling with air from her mouth for the first time in what felt like hours. “You can’t do this!” she cried, her voice hoarse with emotion. “This is wrong! It’s insane!” Lucille raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Insane? Perhaps. But it’s also the Demon’s will, and as his humble servant, I’m merely following orders. Besides,” she added, her voice dripping with condescension, “you seem to be adjusting quite well already. Look at you, in your pretty little diaper, sucking on your pacifier like a good girl.” Olivia’s cheeks burned with shame, but anger fuelled her defiance. “I’m not a baby! I’m a grown woman, a scientist! This is degrading and humiliating!” Lucille shrugged, her expression nonchalant. “Oh, darling, we all have our roles to play in this grand cosmic drama. Yours just happens to be a bit more… infantile. But don’t worry, you’ll soon learn to embrace your new identity. And who knows,” she added with a wink, “you might even find that you enjoy it.” Olivia’s stomach churned with disgust. The thought of finding any pleasure in this twisted situation was abhorrent. But as she met Lucille’s gaze, a cold fear settled in her heart. She knew, with a bone-chilling certainty, that this was just the beginning of her ordeal. The demon and its assistant had a plan for her, and she knew now that she was powerless to stop them. A sudden warmth spread through Olivia’s diaper, the familiar sensation of wetness bringing a fresh wave of humiliation. She looked up at Lucille, who wore a triumphant smirk, confirming Olivia’s worst fears. “See?” Lucille purred, her voice a chilling melody. “You can’t control it anymore, darling. One minute you’ll be playing with your toys, the next… whoops! A little accident. Such a shame for a grown woman, wouldn’t you agree?” She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over Olivia’s ear. “But don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get used to the constant wetness, the never-ending cycle of shame and dependency. Welcome to your new life, Olivia. It’s going to be a messy one, now that’s for sure.” The demon chuckles at her humiliation. Chapter 8: Who’s Humiliation? Yourmiliation. Olivia’s cheeks burned as the warmth spread through her diaper, a mixture of shame and anger coursing through her veins. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the pacifier quickly appeared in her mouth stifling any protest. Her eyes, filled with a mix of defiance and despair, locked onto Lucille’s mocking gaze. Lucille, sensing Olivia’s inner turmoil, continued her cruel taunts. “Oh, don’t be so glum, darling,” she cooed, patting Olivia’s head condescendingly. “It’s only pee, after all. It’s a natural bodily function, even for big girls like you. But now, you’ll have to rely on me, your ever-so-capable assistant, to clean up your little messes. How thrilling!” A wicked gleam entered Lucille’s eyes as she reached for a diaper bag overflowing with supplies. “Don’t worry, though,” she chirped, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “I’ve brought everything we need to keep you nice and dry. After all, we wouldn’t want your pretty little bottom getting sore, would we?” She paused, a sly smile spreading across her face. “But first, let’s see how well you can crawl. Maybe a little spanking will motivate you? A nice, firm reminder of the consequences for disobeying your new caretaker.” She tauntingly said as a menacing paddle appeared in her hand. The thought of being spanked like a child sent a shiver down Olivia’s spine. She had always been fiercely independent, a woman who commanded respect in her field. Now, reduced to a crawling infant, she was at the mercy of this sadistic caretaker. With a heavy heart, she obeyed, lowering herself onto her hands and knees. The crinkling of the wet diaper against her skin was a constant reminder of her humiliation. “That’s a good girl,” Lucille praised, her voice laced with a sickeningly sweet tone. “Now crawl, Olivia. Show me how eager you are to please.” The assistant pointed towards a pile of diapers at the other end of the room, a wicked glint in her eye. Olivia, fuelled by a mix of shame and defiance, began to crawl, pacifier in mouth. Each movement rocked her wet diaper back and fourth against her princess parts, she felt herself getting hot and bothered. She wanted to reach inside of her diaper and touch herself, but she shook her head and gritted her teeth, focusing on the pile of diapers, a beacon of hope in this degrading ordeal. With each agonizing inch, she prayed for the strength to endure this humiliation, clinging to the belief that she would find a way to break free from this twisted game before she actually started to enjoy it. Lucille watched Olivia’s progress with a predatory grin. “Not bad, darling,” she purred. “But you could be faster. Remember, the quicker you get there, the quicker you’ll be out of that soggy mess.” Olivia’s muscles burned with exertion, but she pushed herself onward. The diaper, heavy with urine, rubbed against her sensitive skin, a constant reminder of her helplessness. She reached out, her fingertips brushing against the edge of a diaper package, a spark of hope igniting within her. But just as she was about to grasp it, Lucille’s foot came down on top of the package, pinning it to the floor. Olivia looked up, her eyes pleading for mercy, but Lucille only laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the room. “Not so fast, little one,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “You haven’t earned your reward yet. A few more laps should do the trick.” She felt her heart flutter as well as her princess parts as she turned around. Olivia whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. She was exhausted, humiliated, and desperate for relief from the sodden diaper clinging to her skin. The smell of urine was overwhelming, filling her nostrils with each ragged breath. Lucille, however, seemed to revel in Olivia’s discomfort. “Aww, is the little baby feeling icky?” she cooed, her voice a sickening blend of mockery and amusement. “Did the naughty girl have an accident? Don’t worry, darling, a few more laps and you’ll be rewarded with a nice, fresh diaper. Or maybe you enjoy the feeling of that warm wetness against your skin?” Olivia’s face burned with shame and curiosity. Did Lucille know she was getting turned on? But she refused to give Lucille the satisfaction of seeing her cry. With a defiant snarl, she resumed her crawl, the soggy diaper squishing and rubbing against her parts more and more with every movement. Olivia let out a little moan as she crawled. As Olivia continued her humiliating crawl, a strange sensation began to emerge from the discomfort. The constant friction of the diaper against her sensitive skin, initially a source of irritation, was now sparking a warmth that spread through her lower body. Each movement, each shift of her hips, ignited a flicker of pleasure she hadn’t anticipated. A wave of confusion washed over her. She was disgusted by the situation, mortified by her own incontinence, yet her body was betraying her, responding to the forbidden stimulation with a growing warmth. She tried to suppress the feeling, to focus on the anger and humiliation, but the pleasure was insistent, a siren song luring her towards a dangerous precipice. Lucille, ever observant, noticed the subtle change in Olivia’s demeanor. A knowing smirk spread across her face. “Oh, I see,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement. “Looks like someone’s starting to enjoy herself. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet, little one.” She leaned closer, her breath hot against Olivia’s ear. “Embrace the sensation, darling. It’s only going to get better from here. Crawl faster!” The demon’s assistant clapped her hands together, the sound echoing through the silent house. “Well, well, well,” she chirped, her voice dripping with feigned delight. “Looks like someone’s finally getting the hang of this. But we can’t have you dilly-dallying now, can we, darling? Pick up the pace! Your reward awaits, but only for those who earn it.” Olivia, caught between mortification and a growing sense of arousal, obeyed. She quickened her pace, her hands and knees hitting the floor with rhythmic thuds. The diaper, now saturated, clung to her like a second skin, the friction against her most intimate areas intensifying with each movement. She gritted her teeth, a low moan escaping her lips as the pleasure became almost unbearable. Lucille’s laughter filled the room, a cruel melody that fueled Olivia’s growing shame. “That’s it, darling,” she encouraged, her voice laced with a sadistic glee. “Crawl for me. Crawl like the good little baby you are. The faster you go, the sooner you’ll be rewarded. But remember,” she added with a menacing edge, “if you stop, the punishment will be severe.” Driven by a potent cocktail of humiliation, desperation, and a dark, forbidden pleasure, Olivia surged forward, her limbs moving faster than she thought possible. The room blurred around her, the only focus the pile of diapers looming closer with each frantic crawl. A tingling sensation built within her, a familiar pressure that she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasp, she reached the pile, collapsing onto the soft, absorbent mound. The dam finally broke, and a torrent of warm liquid flooded her diaper, she sucked on her pacifier harder as she squirted into the pee-soaked diaper closing her eyes with pleasure. A shudder wracked her body, a mix of shame and undeniable relief. She had lost control, given in to the demon’s twisted game, yet a part of her revelled in the orgasm she just had in her pissy diaper. Lucille clapped her hands, her laughter echoing through the room. “Bravo, Olivia!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Such a good girl. Now, wasn’t that so much better than holding it in?” She leaned down, her face inches from Olivia’s, a predatory gleam in her eyes. “But remember, darling, this is just the beginning. There are so many more ways for you to please me. So many more messes for you to make.” Lucille pressed her hand against Olivia’s diaper, rubbing it firmly through the wet fabric. “And we’ll have a lot of fun cleaning them up together. Won’t we, little one?” Lucille, sensing Olivia’s heightened vulnerability, plucked the pacifier from her mouth with a triumphant flourish. “Well, well, well,” she cooed, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Someone seems to be enjoying her new reality. Tell me, Olivia, are you ready to be a good little girl and obey my every command?” Olivia, still flushed with pleasure and shame, nodded eagerly, her voice a high-pitched squeak. “Yes, yes!” she chirped, her words barely coherent. “I’ll be good, I promise!” Lucille chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Olivia’s spine. “I’m sure you will, darling,” she purred. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” With practiced efficiency, Lucille peeled away the soiled diaper, a wave of embarrassment washing over Olivia as the stench filled the air. The demon’s assistant tutted disapprovingly, her eyes narrowing in disgust. “Someone’s been a messy little girl,” she scolded, her voice laced with sarcasm. Olivia’s cheeks burned with shame. The brief moment of pleasure had evaporated, replaced by a deep sense of humiliation and self-loathing. Disgusting. How could she have let herself get to that point? The smell of her own waste filled her nostrils, a constant reminder of her degradation. She squeezed her eyes shut, the image of the overflowing diaper a horrifying tableau burned into her mind. Had she really just gotten off on crawling around like a baby, whimpering for a diaper change? Shame radiated from her core, a sickening heat that threatened to consume her whole. But beneath the shame, a flicker of something else remained – a morbid curiosity, a twisted echo of the pleasure she had experienced. It was a terrifying realization, a seed of darkness planted in her mind by Lucille’s cruel game. The touch of the wet wipes against her skin snapped Olivia out of her momentary haze. Reality crashed back in, a harsh wave of disgust and despair. She gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes. This wasn’t her, this wasn’t who she was. But as Lucille fastened a fresh diaper around her waist, the crinkling of the plastic a stark reminder of her new reality, Olivia knew she was trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight. Chapter 9: Playing With Teddy The clean diaper did nothing to alleviate Olivia’s despair. The crinkling plastic only amplified her humiliation, a constant reminder of her infantilized state. As Lucille stepped back to admire her handiwork, Olivia’s mind raced, searching for a way out of this twisted game. “There,” Lucille chirped, her voice gratingly cheerful. “All clean and dry, just like a little baby.” She paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied Olivia’s face. “But you don’t seem very happy about it, darling. Is something wrong?” Olivia glared at her, a silent fury burning in her eyes. She wanted to scream, to curse, to lash out, but the pacifier in her mouth stifled any sound. Her only response was a defiant shake of her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Lucille’s smile faltered, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. “Oh, come now, Olivia,” she chided, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “Don’t be difficult. We have so much fun planned for you today.” She gestured towards a pile of colorful clothes on the bed, a collection of frilly dresses and oversized t-shirts adorned with cartoon characters. Olivia’s eyes widened in horror as she recognized the outfits. They were the epitome of childishness, the kind of clothes she hadn’t worn since she was a toddler. A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her as she realized what Lucille had in store. “Now, darling,” Lucille purred, picking up a particularly garish pink dress with a matching bonnet. “Let’s get you dressed for the day. It’s time for you to embrace your new role, Olivia. The role of a sweet, innocent little girl.” Olivia shook her head violently, the pacifier bobbing against her lips as she let out a muffled protest. She would not wear those ridiculous clothes. She would not be reduced to a caricature of childhood innocence. Lucille’s patience was wearing thin. “Olivia,” she warned, her voice laced with steel. “Don’t make this difficult. Put on the dress, or I’ll have to find other ways to persuade you.” Olivia’s defiance wavered. She knew Lucille was capable of cruelty, of finding new and inventive ways to humiliate her. But the thought of parading around in those childish clothes was almost too much to bear. “Fine,” she mumbled through the pacifier, her voice barely audible. “I’ll wear the dress.” A triumphant smile spread across Lucille’s face. “That’s a good girl,” she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. “Now, let’s get you dressed and ready for playtime.” Olivia stood there, her head bowed in shame as Lucille helped her into the frilly pink dress. The fabric felt cheap and scratchy against her skin, a stark contrast to the comfortable clothes she was used to wearing. The bonnet, with its ridiculous oversized bow, was the final indignity. She felt like a clown, a mockery of her former self. As Lucille led Olivia towards the playpen, the plastic structure loomed before her like a miniature prison. The brightly colored bars mocked her with their childish cheerfulness, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile feeling that emanated from the interior. Inside, a collection of baby toys lay scattered on the floor, their plastic forms gleaming in the harsh light. Olivia knew what awaited her: forced playtime, infantile games designed to further humiliate her and chip away at her remaining sense of self. The playpen wasn’t just a confinement; it was a symbol of her new reality, a place where her mind and body would be moulded into something unrecognizable. Before leaving Olivia to her fate, Lucille produced a baby bottle filled with a milky white liquid. “Here you go, darling,” she chirped, thrusting the bottle into Olivia’s hands. “A little snack to keep you fueled during playtime. Make sure you finish it before I get back, or there will be consequences.” Olivia eyed the bottle with disgust. The thought of drinking baby formula, of being treated like an infant, made her stomach churn. But the memory of Lucille’s earlier threats was still fresh in her mind. She knew better than to disobey. “And remember,” Lucille added with a sly smile, “milk always makes babies need a diaper change. So don’t be surprised if you find yourself feeling a little… wet… soon. It’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?” She winked, a gesture that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine. With a final, mocking pat on the head, Lucille left Olivia alone in the playpen, the bottle of formula a heavy weight in her trembling hand. Olivia stared at the milky liquid, her mind racing. She had to find a way out of this, a way to escape the demon’s clutches and reclaim her life. But for now, she had to play along, to survive this twisted game until she could find a way to fight back. With a deep breath, she raised the bottle to her lips, the taste of the formula a bitter reminder of her powerlessness. The formula, surprisingly, wasn’t as repulsive as Olivia had anticipated. It was sweet, cloying, and left a sticky residue on her lips. As she drained the last few drops, a warmth spread through her lower abdomen. It was the familiar, dreaded feeling, the precursor to another humiliating episode of incontinence. She tried to hold it back, to clench her muscles and resist the urge, but it was futile. A warm trickle escaped, followed by a steady stream. The diaper quickly became saturated, the heavy, wet sensation a stark reminder of her helplessness. Just as Olivia was sinking into despair, the door creaked open. Lucille swept into the room, her eyes scanning Olivia with predatory interest. “Well, well, well,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement. “Looks like someone couldn’t hold her tinkles. Did the yummy milk make the baby girl tinkle in her diaper? Tell me what you’ve done little girl.” Olivia’s cheeks burned with shame, a tear tracing a hot path down her cheek. Her voice trembled as she spoke, barely audible over the crinkling of the soaked diaper against her skin. “Y-yes,” she stammered her helplessness a bitter pill to swallow. “I wet myself. Please, I need a change.” Lucille’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “Oh, sweetie,” she crooned, her voice dripping with false sympathy, “did you forget already? It’s playtime now. Big girls need to learn patience, you know?” She gestured towards the scattered toys in the playpen, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “Now, be a good girl and play with your toys. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll consider changing you after.” Lucille collected her things from the room and went away again. Olivia’s heart sank. She knew there was no point in arguing. The discomfort of the wet diaper was unbearable, but the fear of further humiliation was even worse. With a defeated sigh, she reached for a brightly colored rattle, her mind racing as she tried to devise a plan. She couldn’t stay like this, trapped in this infantile nightmare. There had to be a way out. Olivia halfheartedly shook the rattle, the hollow sound a mocking echo of her own emptiness. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – anger, humiliation, and a deep-seated fear that this was her new reality. But beneath those emotions, a spark of defiance remained, a refusal to completely surrender to the demon’s twisted game. As she played, her eyes darted around the room, searching for any potential escape route. The windows were too high, the door locked from the outside. Her gaze fell upon the diaper bag Lucille had brought in earlier. Perhaps there was something in there, a tool, a weapon, anything that could help her break free. Mustering all her courage, Olivia crawled towards the bag, her movements cautious and deliberate. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric. A surge of hope coursed through her veins. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance she could escape this nightmare. With trembling fingers, Olivia unzipped the diaper bag, her heart pounding in her chest. The contents were a grotesque parody of a baby’s essentials: talcum powder, a tube of diaper rash cream, a handful of pacifiers, and a stack of brightly colored diapers. Olivia’s stomach churned as she realized there was nothing useful in the bag, nothing that could aid her escape. A sob escaped her lips as she slumped back against the playpen wall, a wave of despair washing over her. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own home, reduced to a helpless infant. The demon had won, and her life as she knew it was over. As if sensing her defeat, Lucille’s voice echoed through the room, a chilling reminder of her presence. “Having fun, Olivia?” she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t worry, darling. The beginning is starting now. You’ll soon learn to love your new life, with all its messy little pleasures.” Olivia’s body tensed, her stomach clenching in response to Lucille’s taunting words. The formula, now churning in her belly, triggered a familiar urge, a pressure building within her. She tried to fight it, to hold back, but the demon’s influence was too strong. A solid mass of warmth flooded her diaper, the sensation a mix of relief and utter shame. She had lost control again, her body betraying her in the most humiliating way possible. The smell of her poop filled the playpen, a pungent reminder of her degradation. Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes as she whimpered softly. She was no longer just wet; she was filthy, a helpless infant adult wallowing in her own excrement. This was the lowest point of her life, a nadir of shame and despair. She had become the very thing the demon wanted her to be: a helpless, infantile creature, utterly dependent on its cruel whims. Lucille’s laughter echoed through the room, a cruel melody that twisted Olivia’s insides. “Oh, Olivia,” she cooed, her voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet tone, “what a mess you’ve made. But don’t worry, darling. We’ll take care of it.” With a snap of her fingers, Lucille conjured a new toy, a large, plush teddy bear with soft brown fur and innocent button eyes. The bear was oddly oversized for the playpen, its limbs sprawling across the limited space. “Look, Olivia,” Lucille purred, “a new friend to keep you company. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun together.” Lucille says as she snaps her fingers again, this time filling Olivia up with libido. As she spoke, an unsettling warmth began to spread through Olivia’s body. The sensation was different from the shame and disgust she had felt earlier. It was a warmth that tingled and pulsed, a growing heat that seemed to originate from her princess parts. Her eyes darted to the teddy bear, a new and unfamiliar desire taking root in her mind. Lucille, sensing the shift in Olivia’s demeanor, let out a low chuckle. “Yes, darling,” she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. “Let your imagination run wild. Play with your new friend, and don’t be afraid to explore your desires. After all, a little mess is nothing to be ashamed of, is it?” Lucille bumps up Olivia’s libido with a click of her fingers. The shame that had consumed Olivia moments before began to morph into something else, a tingling curiosity that pulsed through her princess parts and body. Her eyes remained locked on the teddy bear, its soft fur and inviting curves a stark contrast to the cold, sterile plastic of the playpen. Lucille’s words echoed in her mind, a tempting invitation to explore a forbidden realm. “Don’t be afraid to explore your desires,” she had said. And in that moment, a wave of rebellion surged through Olivia. If this was the life she was forced to live, she would find a way to make it her own, to carve out a sliver of pleasure from the humiliation. With a newfound determination, Olivia crawled towards the teddy bear, her eyes never leaving its plush form. She reached out, her fingers sinking into the soft fur, a shiver running down her spine. The sensation was oddly comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, clinical touch of Lucille’s hands. Emboldened by the rising warmth within her, Olivia pulled herself onto the teddy bear, straddling its plush body. The diaper, already heavy with her excrement, shifted against her sensitive parts, the friction igniting a spark of pleasure that sent a jolt through her body. She gasped, her fingers tightening in the bear’s fur as she rocked against it, the forbidden sensation growing with each movement. Olivia’s body writhed in pleasure as she grinded against the giant teddy bear, the contents of her messy diaper rubbing against her pussy with each movement. The wetness and warmth of the padding only heightened her arousal, her clit throbbing with need. Lucille watched with a smirk on her face, enjoying the humiliation of the adult woman humping a stuffed animal in a wet and messy diaper and recorded her. “Well, well, well,” she taunted, “looks like someone’s enjoying their messy diaper a little too much.” Olivia’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure coursing through her body. She pushed harder against the teddy, her orgasm building with each rub of the poopy wet diaper against her princess parts. Lucille leaned in, a playful smirk twisting her lips, “Someone’s already making quite the mess, aren’t they? And it’s about to get a different type of messy, isn’t it, wittle Olivia?” Her eyes sparkled with malicious delight, a hint of purring entering her tone. Olivia couldn’t hold back any longer, her climax hitting her like a wave. She cried out, her pussy pulsing with pleasure as she came into the wet and messy diaper. She continued grinding and grinding, its foul contents spreading further, while she had orgasm after orgasm until she lay against the teddy bear exhausted, but in ecstasy with a very messy diapered bottom. Lucille’s voicedripped with saccharine sweetness, a stark contrast to the cruel glint in her eyes. “Oh, Olivia, what a good girl you are!” she cooed, clapping her hands together in mock delight. “Look at the lovely present you left in your diaper. Such a big, smelly surprise and a sticky one too!” She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over Olivia’s ear. “Aren’t you proud of yourself?” she whispered, her voice laced with a perverse kind of satisfaction. “Such a dirty little baby, making a sticky mess like that. Mommy’s so pleased.” Olivia, already burdened with humiliation, felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her at Lucille’s twisted praise. Tears welled up in her eyes anew, not from the discomfort of the soiled diaper, but from the crushing weight of degradation. She had never felt so small, so utterly debased. “Please,” Olivia choked out, her voice barely a whisper, “just… just clean me up.” The words tasted like poison on her tongue, each syllable a surrender to the demon’s cruel game. Lucille’s smile widened, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “As you wish, my sticky little mess maker,” she purred, her voice laced with malicious glee. With deliberate slowness, she began to clean Olivia, her every touch a reminder of the scientist’s helplessness. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of her situation. But even with her eyes closed, she could still feel Lucille’s cold, mocking gaze upon her. The cleaning process was agonizingly slow, Lucille taking every opportunity to prolong Olivia’s torment. She cooed and praised Olivia’s “good behaviour,” her voice a grating symphony of condescension. Olivia, exhausted from humping her teddy, fell asleep during her diaper change. Chapter 10: Life Could Be A Dream (Finale) When Olivia awoke, she found herself not in her bed, but in a crib, its bars cold and unyielding against her touch. Panic flared as she realized she was locked in, the familiar surroundings of her bedroom warped and distorted by the dim light filtering through the slats. A desperate urge to pee gnawed at her, the sensation growing stronger with each passing moment. Olivia squirmed, her diaper rustling with her movements, but there was no escape. Tears welled up in her eyes as she succumbed to the inevitable, the warmth spreading through her diaper a humiliating reminder of her helplessness. The door creaked open, and Lucille entered, her silhouette framed by the dim light. Her eyes gleamed as she took in the sight of Olivia, trapped and soiled in the crib. “Ah, my little baby,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Did you have an accident? Such a shame. But don’t worry, Mommy’s here to take care of you.” Olivia clenched her fists, her cheeks burning with shame and anger. “Let me out of here!” she demanded, her voice a mixture of defiance and desperation. Lucille chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Olivia’s spine. “Not yet, my dear,” she purred. “First, we need to have a little chat.” She walked over to the crib, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Olivia shrank back, her body pressed against the cold bars. Lucille leaned over the crib, her face mere inches from Olivia’s. “You see, Olivia,” she said, her voice soft and insidious, “this is your true nature. Helpless, dependent, in need of a mommy to change your dirty diaper.” Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger. “I’m not a baby!” she hissed. “I’m a grown woman, a scientist!” Lucille smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “That’s what you think, my dear. But deep down, you crave this. You crave the comfort of a diaper, the security of being taken care of, the thrill of submission.” Olivia wanted to scream, to deny everything Lucille was saying, but the words died in her throat. A part of her, a small, insidious part, whispered in agreement. Lucille reached into the crib, her fingers gently tracing the outline of Olivia’s diaper. “Don’t fight it, Olivia,” she purred. “Embrace it. Embrace your true self. You’ll see, it’s much more fun to be bad.” A strange sensation washed over Olivia, a mixture of shame, excitement, and surrender. She closed her eyes, her body trembling as Lucille unlatched the crib and lifted her out. “That’s it, my little baby,” Lucille crooned, her voice a hypnotic lullaby. “Let Mommy take care of you.” She carried Olivia to the desk, where the strange contraption hummed with an unsettling energy. Lucille placed a helmet on Olivia’s head, its cold metal pressing against her temples. “Now, my dear,” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation. “Let’s explore your deepest desires together.” The world around Olivia dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, her consciousness slipping away into the realm of dreams. The chill of the helmet pressed against Olivia’s skin, plunging her into the swirling chaos of the dream realm. She found herself in a dimly lit classroom, the air thick with the scent of chalk and old books. Rows of wooden desks faced a blackboard covered in complex equations and diagrams. Olivia was seated at one of the desks, her legs dangling above the floor. She was wearing a school uniform, a pleated skirt and a white blouse, but the most noticeable feature was the thick diaper peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. A figure stood at the front of the classroom, a stern-looking woman with wire-rimmed glasses and a tight bun. It was Professor Lucille, her voice booming across the room as she lectured on the intricacies of quantum mechanics. “Now, Miss Olivia,” she said, her gaze fixing on Olivia with a disapproving frown. “Can you explain to the class the principles of quantum entanglement?” Olivia squirmed in her seat, her face flushed with embarrassment. She had no idea what quantum entanglement was, and the diaper bulging between her legs made it difficult to concentrate. “I… I don’t know, Professor,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Professor Lucille sighed, a sound of exasperation mixed with a hint of amusement. “Of course you don’t, you silly girl,” she said, her voice softening. “You’ve been too busy playing with your dollies and wetting your diaper.” A wave of shame washed over Olivia. She knew Professor Lucille was right; she had been neglecting her studies, her mind preoccupied with childish fantasies and the comfort of a full diaper. “But don’t worry, Olivia,” Professor Lucille continued, her voice taking on a seductive purr. “I’m here to help you. I’m here to teach you all about the wonders of science… and the joys of diaper submission.” She walked towards Olivia, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Olivia shrank back in her seat, her heart pounding in her chest. Professor Lucille stopped beside Olivia’s desk, her hand reaching out to gently stroke Olivia’s hair. “You’re such a bright girl, Olivia,” she whispered. “But you need discipline. You need guidance. You need… a firm hand.” Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew what was coming, and a part of her, a dark, forbidden part, craved it. Professor Lucille stepped back, her gaze intense and unwavering. “Stand up, Olivia,” she commanded. Trembling, Olivia pushed herself up from her chair, her legs shaking beneath her. She was fully aware of the obscene sight she must have presented, her diaper sagging heavily between her legs, a wet patch spreading across the front. “Bend over your desk,” Professor Lucille instructed. Olivia did as she was told, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden desk as she leaned forward, her bottom thrust out. She could feel the cold air on her diaper, the material still damp from her earlier accidents. Professor Lucille moved behind her, her steps measured and deliberate. Olivia closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. The first slap came down hard, the impact echoing through the classroom. Olivia gasped, her body jolting forward. The sharp pain radiated through her, a stark contrast to the comforting warmth of her diaper. Another slap followed, and another. Each one stung, the pain building with every strike. Olivia couldn’t help but moan, her body writhing beneath the assault. “Is this what you need, Olivia?” Professor Lucille asked, her voice thick with desire. “Discipline? Control?” “Yessss,” Olivia whimpered, the word barely audible. She was beyond shame now, beyond embarrassment. She was lost in the sensations, her body betraying her with each whimper and moan. Professor Lucille continued the spanking, each slap harder and more intense than the last. Olivia could feel her diaper growing even wetter, the heat from her punishment mixing with the warmth of her excretions and the heat from how horny she was getting. Eventually, Professor Lucille stopped, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Olivia’s bottom and princess parts were a throbbing mess, her body aching with the abuse. “Very good, Olivia,” Professor Lucille said, her voice soft and comforting. “You have learned your lesson.” Olivia stayed bent over the desk, too exhausted to move. She could feel the trickle of wetness trailing down her legs, her diaper now thoroughly soaked and leaking. In that moment, she belonged to Professor Lucille. She was her student, her submissive, her plaything. She had surrendered herself completely, her body and her mind. And she had never felt so alive. Suddenly, the classroom vanished, the scent of chalk and the echoing lecture fading into oblivion. Olivia gasped, her eyes flying open as the helmet was removed from her head. The dream’s lingering warmth clung to her skin, a stark contrast to the cool air of her bedroom. Lucille loomed over her, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “Well, my dear,” she purred, “it seems you’ve discovered a hidden talent for academic submission.” Olivia recoiled, a wave of revulsion washing over her. The memory of her dream-self, the meek student eager for punishment, filled her with shame and disgust. “No,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “That’s not me. That’s not who I am.” Lucille chuckled, her voice dripping with condescension. “Don’t be so naive, Olivia,” she chided. “That is who you are, deep down. You crave authority, discipline, the thrill of surrendering to a dominant figure.” Olivia shook her head vehemently, her eyes blazing with defiance. “You’re wrong,” she insisted. “This is just a dream, a twisted fantasy you’ve implanted in my mind.” Lucille raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Oh, is it?” she challenged. “Then why is your heart racing? Why are your cheeks flushed? Why can’t you deny the undeniable pleasure you felt in that classroom?” Olivia’s resolve wavered. The lingering warmth of the dream, the memory of Professor Lucille’s firm hand, the thrill of submission… it was all too real, too intoxicating. “This isn’t me,” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. But even as she said the words, a seed of doubt had been planted in her mind. Lucille leaned closer, her breath warm against Olivia’s ear. “Don’t fight it, Olivia,” she whispered. “Embrace it. Embrace your true self. You’ll see, it’s much more fun to be bad.” The helmet descended once more, its cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Lucille’s touch. Olivia braced herself, unsure of what awaited her in the depths of her subconscious this time. The world dissolved into a dizzying vortex of colors and shapes, before solidifying into a starkly different scene. She found herself in a grand ballroom, chandeliers glittering overhead, the air filled with the strains of a waltz. But Olivia was not a guest at this elegant affair. She was dressed as a maid, her uniform crisp and starched, a frilly apron tied around her waist. A diaper peeked out from beneath her skirt, a stark reminder of her subservient role. Across the room, a figure stood out from the swirling crowd of dancers. It was Lady Lucille, resplendent in a flowing gown, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Olivia navigate the crowded room, a tray of champagne flutes balanced precariously in her hands. Olivia’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she stumbled, her diaper rustling with her every movement. The guests snickered and whispered as she made her way towards Lady Lucille, her heart pounding in her chest. “Ah, there you are, my little maid,” Lady Lucille purred, her voice a seductive melody. “I see you’re having a bit of trouble with your duties.” Olivia lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I apologize, my lady,” she stammered. “I’ll be more careful next time.” Lady Lucille chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Olivia’s spine. “No need to apologize, my dear,” she said, her voice softening. “Accidents happen, especially to clumsy little maids who can’t seem to keep their diapers dry.” Olivia’s face flushed crimson. She could feel the warmth spreading through her diaper, a humiliating reminder of her inadequacy. Lady Lucille reached out, her fingers gently lifting Olivia’s chin. “But don’t worry, my dear,” she whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I have a special task for you, a task that will require all of your… unique talents.” Lady Lucille led Olivia through the throng of dancers, her grip firm on Olivia’s arm. They reached a secluded alcove, hidden from the prying eyes of the guests. The air here was thick with the scent of perfume and something else, something primal and intoxicating. “You see, Olivia,” Lady Lucille began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I have a… particular interest in those who find pleasure in serving others. Those who revel in their own submission, who find joy in fulfilling their master’s every whim.” Olivia’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew where this was going, and a part of her, a part she had desperately tried to suppress, thrilled at the prospect. Lady Lucille’s hand trailed down Olivia’s arm, her fingers lingering on the curve of her hip. “I’ve heard whispers,” she continued, her voice a seductive purr, “of a brilliant scientist who has a secret, a hidden desire for something… more.” Olivia’s cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn’t deny the truth in Lady Lucille’s words. The dreams, the fantasies, the forbidden desires… they were all bubbling to the surface, threatening to consume her. “Don’t be afraid, Olivia,” Lady Lucille whispered, her breath warm against Olivia’s ear. “Embrace your desires. Embrace your submission. Embrace your diaper.” Her hand slipped under Olivia’s skirt, her fingers brushing against the damp warmth of the diaper. Olivia gasped, her body tensing, but a wave of pleasure washed over her, erasing all thoughts of resistance. Lady Lucille smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “There you are, my little pet,” she purred. “Let me show you how truly wonderful it can be to serve.” Lady Lucille’s fingers trailed along the wet fabric of the diaper, making Olivia shiver with desire. She could feel her heart racing, her breathing shallow and ragged as the older woman continued to touch her. “You like that, don’t you?” Lady Lucille murmured in her ear, her breath hot and heavy. “Feeling my fingers on your wet diaper?” Olivia could only nod, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. She had never felt anything like this before – the combination of shame, excitement, and arousal was intoxicating. Lady Lucille’s other hand reached up to caress Olivia’s breast, her thumb circling the nipple through the fabric of her dress. “Such a good girl,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “So eager to please, so willing to submit.” Olivia felt herself sinking deeper into the pleasure, her mind clouded with thoughts of servitude and desire. She wanted nothing more than to please Lady Lucille, to do whatever she asked of her. “Take off your panties,” Lady Lucille commanded, her voice firm and authoritative. “Let me see your diaper.” Olivia’s hands trembled as she obeyed, sliding her panties down her legs and stepping out of them. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, her diaper on display for Lady Lucille to see. “Such a good girl,” Lady Lucille murmured again, her hand reaching down to stroke the wet fabric of the diaper. “So obedient, so eager to please.” Olivia felt herself melting under the older woman’s touch, her body trembling with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, never experienced such intense arousal and submission. “Now, go back to the party,” Lady Lucille said, her voice still firm but with a hint of amusement. “But remember, you belong to me now. You are my pet, my submissive, my little girl in diapers.” Olivia nodded, her mind still reeling with pleasure and desire. She turned and walked back to the party, her diaper wet and heavy between her legs, her mind focused on Lady Lucille and the new world of pleasure she had opened up for her. The opulent ballroom dissolved into a hazy blur, replaced by the stark familiarity of Olivia’s bedroom. The helmet was gone, the echo of Lady Lucille’s seductive voice fading into a distant memory. Olivia blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The sensation of the wet diaper between her legs remained, a tangible reminder of the dream’s intense reality. A wave of shame washed over her, followed by a pang of longing. She touched her cheeks, still flushed from the dream’s passionate encounter, and the denial rose within her. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head fiercely. “This isn’t me. It can’t be.” Yet, the memory of Lady Lucille’s touch, her whispered promises of pleasure and submission, lingered in Olivia’s mind like a tempting siren song. The logical part of her, the scientist, rebelled against these newfound desires. But another part, a darker, more primal aspect, yearned to succumb to the forbidden thrill. Lucille watched Olivia’s internal struggle with amusement. “Still clinging to your illusions, my dear?” she asked, her voice a silky thread weaving through the silence. “Denial is a powerful tool, but it won’t shield you from the truth forever.” Olivia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “This is wrong,” she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re manipulating me, twisting my mind.” Lucille tilted her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Am I, Olivia?” she countered. “Or am I simply revealing what’s been hidden within you all along?” Olivia’s resolve wavered, her mind caught in a tug-of-war between reason and desire. She longed to believe that this was all a twisted game, a cruel trick played by a manipulative demon. But deep down, a gnawing doubt gnawed at her. “You’re lying,” she insisted, her voice a desperate plea for reassurance. “This isn’t who I am.” Lucille’s smile widened, her eyes glittering with triumph. “We’ll see about that, my dear,” she purred. “The night is young, and we have so much more to explore.” The helmet’s familiar weight settled upon Olivia’s head, and the world around her dissolved once more. This time, she found herself in a brightly lit playroom, filled with toys and colorful decorations. But the atmosphere was far from cheerful. Olivia was seated in a high chair, a bib tied around her neck, a half-eaten bowl of mush in front of her. She wore a baby blue onesie, and a thick diaper bulged between her legs. A stern-faced woman in a nanny uniform stood before her, a spoonful of mush hovering in the air. “Eat up, Olivia,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with a hint of amusement. “Big girls need to finish their dinner if they want to grow up strong and healthy.” Olivia scowled, pushing the spoon away with a petulant whine. “I don’t wanna,” she mumbled, her voice thick with defiance. Nanny Lucille’s smile tightened. “Oh, but you will,” she insisted, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “You’re a naughty little girl who needs to learn some manners. And I know just the way to teach you.” She set the spoon aside and reached for a wooden paddle hanging on the wall. Olivia’s eyes widened in alarm as Nanny Lucille approached, the paddle held menacingly in her hand. “This will teach you a lesson, young lady,” Nanny Lucille declared, her voice dripping with mock disapproval. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before disobeying your nanny.” The paddle connected with Olivia’s bottom, a sharp sting that sent a shockwave through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes, but a strange heat bloomed in her core, a mixture of pain, humiliation, and a forbidden thrill. Nanny Lucille continued her discipline, each strike of the paddle igniting a conflicting symphony of sensations within Olivia. She whimpered and cried, yet a part of her reveled in the punishment, her body responding with a growing warmth and a tingling arousal. “There, there,” Nanny Lucille cooed, her voice a soothing balm as she set the paddle aside. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, are you going to be a good girl and finish your dinner?” Olivia nodded meekly, her cheeks flushed with shame and a strange excitement. She opened her mouth as Nanny Lucille scooped up another spoonful of mush, a flicker of defiance still burning in her eyes, yet her body already yielding to the intoxicating power of submission. The playroom scene dissolved, leaving Olivia blinking in the dim light of her bedroom once more. The helmet was gone, the echo of Nanny Lucille’s stern voice and the sting of the paddle fading into a disturbing memory. She was still in her onesie, the diaper heavy and warm between her legs. The lingering sensation of the spanking, a mix of humiliation and a strange warmth, sent a shiver down her spine. “Well?” Lucille’s voice cut through the silence, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Did you enjoy your little lesson, my dear?” Olivia recoiled, her cheeks burning with shame and confusion. “No,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “This isn’t me. It can’t be.” Lucille chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Olivia’s spine. “Oh, but it is, my dear,” she purred. “These are your dreams, Olivia. Your desires. Your fantasies.” Olivia shook her head vehemently, her eyes wide with disbelief. “No,” she insisted. “This is just some twisted trick you’re playing on me. I’m not like this.” Lucille leaned closer, her eyes boring into Olivia’s. “Are you so sure?” she challenged. “Why else would you dream of such things? Why else would your body respond with such… enthusiasm?” Olivia’s resolve wavered. She couldn’t deny the strange pleasure she had experienced in the dream, the conflicting emotions that had stirred within her. Could Lucille be right? Were these truly her hidden desires, her deepest fantasies? “Don’t fight it, Olivia,” Lucille whispered, her voice a seductive caress. “Embrace it. Embrace your true self. Embrace your little girl side.” Olivia opened her mouth to protest, but the words caught in her throat. A part of her, a small, vulnerable part, yearned to believe Lucille. Yearned to surrender to the comfort and security of being a helpless little girl in a diaper. But another part of her, the scientist, the rational thinker, screamed in defiance. This couldn’t be her. This couldn’t be what she wanted. Lucille watched Olivia’s internal struggle with amusement. “The choice is yours, my dear,” she purred. “You can continue to deny your true desires, or you can embrace them. The decision is yours.” The helmet’s familiar chill once again enveloped Olivia’s head, and her surroundings dissolved into a swirling vortex. This time, she found herself standing on a sun-drenched beach, the warm sand between her toes, the salty breeze tousling her hair. But something was different. Olivia was clad in a bright pink bikini, her body tanned and toned. Yet, beneath the skimpy fabric, a thick diaper bulged prominently, its outline unmistakable. A giggle escaped her lips as she ran towards the sparkling waves, the diaper crinkling with every step. A group of friends waved to her from the shore, their laughter echoing across the beach. Olivia plunged into the water, relishing the cool embrace of the ocean. But as she swam, a strange sensation spread through her diaper – a warmth, a wetness, a sense of fullness. Emerging from the waves, Olivia felt a pang of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment. She knew her diaper was soaked, but instead of shame, a thrill coursed through her veins. She waddled back to her friends, the diaper sagging heavily between her legs. To her surprise, her friends didn’t mock or tease her. Instead, they showered her with compliments, their eyes filled with admiration. “You look so cute in that diaper, Olivia!” one of them exclaimed. “It’s like you’re a little baby again.” Olivia giggled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. The feeling of the wet diaper against her skin, the attention from her friends, the undeniable thrill of being babied – it was all so intoxicating. She spent the rest of the day playing in the sand, building sandcastles and splashing in the waves, her diaper growing heavier and messier with each passing hour. But the discomfort was outweighed by the sheer joy of embracing her newfound freedom, of reveling in the childish abandon that the diaper represented. As the sun began to set, Olivia’s friends gathered around her, their faces glowing with warmth and acceptance. “We love you, Olivia,” they chorused, their voices filled with genuine affection. “And we love your diapers.” Olivia beamed, her heart swelling with happiness. This was it, she realized. This was what she truly wanted. The freedom to embrace her childish side, to revel in the comfort and security of a diaper, to be loved and accepted for who she was, messy diaper and all. As the beach scene began to fade, a realization dawned upon Olivia. This wasn’t just a dream; it was a reflection of her deepest desires, her hidden yearnings. The joy she had felt, the acceptance, the pure, unadulterated pleasure of embracing her childish side – it was all real, all hers. Lucille, sensing the shift in Olivia’s demeanor, paused mid-motion, the helmet hovering inches above her head. “What is it, my dear?” she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Olivia’s eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting Lucille’s with newfound clarity. The shame, the denial, the confusion – it all melted away, replaced by a sense of liberation. “I see it now,” Olivia whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I see what you’ve been trying to show me all along.” A slow smile spread across Lucille’s face, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Do you, my dear?” she purred. “And what is it that you see?” Olivia took a deep breath, the words pouring out of her like a dam bursting. “I see that I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m not just a scientist, a rational thinker. I’m also a little girl, a playful, curious, sometimes messy little girl who loves her diapers.” Lucille nodded, her smile widening. “Yes, my dear,” she affirmed. “That’s exactly who you are.” Olivia continued, her voice growing stronger with each word. “I see that I don’t have to hide anymore. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. I can embrace my desires, my fantasies, my love for diapers.” Lucille lowered the helmet, her touch gentle as she removed it from Olivia’s head. “You are free, Olivia,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement. “Free to be yourself. Free to be the little girl you’ve always been.” Olivia smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up her face. She looked down at her diaper, no longer a source of shame, but a symbol of her newfound freedom. “Thank you, Lucille,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for showing me the truth.” Lucille returned the smile, her eyes filled with affection. “You’re welcome, my dear,” she said. “Now, go and play. Be the little girl you were always meant to be.” And with that, Olivia, clad in her onesie and diaper, skipped out of the room, her heart filled with joy and a newfound sense of self-acceptance. A wave of euphoria washed over Olivia as she skipped down the hallway, her diaper swishing with every step. But as she rounded a corner, a sense of unease crept over her. The familiar decor of her house seemed off, the colors too vibrant, the proportions distorted. A chilling realization struck her: this wasn’t real. She was still dreaming, still trapped in the illusion crafted by Lucille’s insidious device. The joy she had felt moments ago turned to dread as she understood the implications. “Lucille!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. “This is a dream! I know it is!” A giggle echoed behind her, and Lucille materialized from the shadows, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Very clever, my dear,” she purred. “But even in your dreams, you can’t escape the truth.” Olivia whirled around, her heart pounding in her chest. “Let me out of here!” she demanded, her voice a mixture of fear and defiance. Lucille raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “Oh, but you are out, my dear,” she countered. “You’re right where you belong.” With a flick of her wrist, Lucille removed the helmet from Olivia’s head. The dream world shattered, the vibrant colors fading into the familiar darkness of the bedroom. Olivia found herself back in the crib, her onesie damp and clinging to her skin. The realization of her predicament, the undeniable truth of her desires, hit her like a tidal wave. “No,” she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. “This can’t be real. This can’t be who I am.” Suddenly, the world around Olivia transformed once again, the familiar chill of the helmet pressing against her temples as she entered a new dream realm. This time, she found herself in a lavish bedroom, the air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and musk. The room was dimly lit, casting a seductive glow over the scene unfolding before her. Lucille stood before her, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she gazed at Olivia with hunger in her eyes. Lucille was dressed in a sheer robe that barely concealed her curves, the fabric clinging to her skin in all the right places. Olivia’s heart raced at the sight, a mixture of desire and trepidation swirling inside her. “Welcome, my dear Olivia,” Lucille purred, her voice sending shivers down Olivia’s spine. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Olivia’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her. She was no longer the innocent student or in a classroom or a maid in a ball; she was now a willing participant in a seductive game of pleasure and submission. Lucille approached Olivia, her hand reaching out to caress Olivia’s cheek with a feather-light touch. Olivia’s skin tingled at the contact, her body responding to the intimate gesture. “You’re such a good girl, Olivia,” Lucille whispered, her words a tantalizing promise of what was to come. “Let me take care of you.” With a deft movement, Lucille lowered Olivia to the plush bed, her hands expertly undoing Olivia’s clothing until she was left in nothing but her soaked diaper. Olivia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, a heady mix of emotions swirling inside her. Lucille’s touch was electric as she traced a path down Olivia’s body, her fingers dancing over the wet fabric of the diaper. Olivia couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, her body arching instinctively towards Lucille’s touch. “Such a naughty girl,” Lucille murmured, her voice a husky whisper. “Let’s see just how wet you can get for me.” With skillful fingers, Lucille began to rub Olivia’s pussy through the diaper, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Olivia’s lips. The fabric became slick with Olivia’s arousal, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. But Lucille wasn’t done yet. She produced a vibrator, the buzzing sound filling the room with anticipation. Placing it against the soaked diaper, she teased Olivia with the vibrating sensation, driving her wild with need. Olivia’s hips moved involuntarily, aching for more stimulation, more release. Lucille watched with a wicked gleam in her eyes, enjoying the sight of Olivia squirming under her touch. “Such a good girl,” Lucille cooed, increasing the intensity of the vibrator against the soaked fabric. Olivia’s moans grew louder, her body on the edge of ecstasy. And then, with a devious smile, Lucille presented a giant teddy bear, its plush form inviting and enticing. She guided Olivia’s hips towards the bear, urging her to hump the soft toy with abandon. Olivia couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge, the combination of the vibrator, the soaked diaper, and the commanding presence of Lucille pushing her towards a mind-blowing climax. She rode the teddy bear with abandon, her body shaking with pleasure as she reached the peak of ecstasy. As Olivia’s body trembled with release, the sensations washing over her like a tidal wave, she felt a sense of liberation unlike anything she had experienced before. In that moment, she let go of all inhibitions, all reservations, and surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of the dream. The room faded away as the helmet was lifted from Olivia’s head, leaving her breathless and exhilarated. The memory of the dream lingered, a potent mix of desire and arousal that left Olivia questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. Lucille leaned over the crib, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “But it is real, my dear,” she purred, echoing Olivia’s words from moments before she went into her dream. “And it is exactly who you are.” She reached into the crib, her fingers gently tracing the outline of Olivia’s soaked diaper. “You see, Olivia,” she continued, her voice a soothing melody, “your tears, your denial, it was all part of the process. You were fighting against the truth, clinging to an outdated image of yourself.” Lucille’s touch sent a shiver down Olivia’s spine, a strange mixture of shame and pleasure. “But now,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “you’ve seen the light. You’ve experienced the joy, the freedom, the pure bliss of embracing your inner little girl.” Olivia’s gaze fell to her diaper, the physical manifestation of her surrender. A tear rolled down her cheek, but this time, it wasn’t a tear of despair. It was a tear of acceptance, of release. She had fought against the truth for so long, but now, finally, she understood. This was who she was, this was what she wanted. And as the tears streamed down her face, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was a little girl, a messy, playful, diaper-loving little girl. And she was finally home with Mummy Lucille. The End. You can read more of my stories on my deviantart page or my site.

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