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Microfiction (noun) A complete story told in 300 words or less. Multi-chapter novellas like Weekend in the Mechanical Nursery or Bella's New Punishment both started as 2,000 word shorts, and I wanted the chance to push myself to be more concise with microfiction. Follow along as I aim to tell complete and compelling stories of discipline, humiliation, and regression in less than 300 words. If you want to support my writing and get access to exclusive stories and works in progress, come and hang out with us on Ream. -------------------------------------------- She sat in her playpen in his office that normally smelled of mahogany and bourbon, but now carried the sweet, lingering scent of baby powder. Jess needed a change, but would need to wait on her friend Morgan for that. Mr. Franklin was old-fashioned and thought it improper to have an intimate connection with an employee. But he was into weird shit. That was undeniable. After the audit exposed her embezzlement, Jess tried to blackmail her boss with the weird diaper shit she found on his computer, but the older man surprised her with a proposal. That’s how Jess found herself doing office work in pull-ups and sucking on a pacifier. For weeks, they were pleased with the arrangement. Then both wanted more. For an extra $3,000, Jess agreed to ask permission before going to the potty and stand in the corner for any sub-par work. For $3,000 more, she stopped wearing pants altogether and occasionally had ‘accidents’ earning herself a few sad faces on her new potty-training chart. It was weird, but had effectively doubled her salary. Diapers were the next obvious step, but Jess struggled with diapering herself and recommended her friend for the new part-time assistant role. That role quickly grew to full-time nanny status until the blonde’s job description consisted only of filling diapers and looking cute, for which Jess had received a bonus in her latest performance review. Mr. Franklin looked at his pigtailed and pacified manager and she smiled and waved from her playpen. Today was Morgan’s quarterly evaluation and she was late. Again. Overhearing the woman’s financial troubles, Mr. Franklin wondered what it might be like to have two adorable playthings at his office and made a note to hire a contractor for the new office nursery and find a new assistant. -------------------------------------------- Get instant access to most of my stories with new exclusive chapters every week and at least three new stories each month on Ream.

One of my older stories, which seems suitable to share again at this time of year. Daddy Valentine I woke up with a laugh to realise that it was Valentines Day. And there was a toned, athletic guy with an all-over tan lying in the bed next to me. I treated myself to my daily smile, and lay there watching his chest slowly rise and fall for a couple of minutes. It was amazing to think we’d been together almost a year now, and would be moving in soon enough. When I turned around, I saw that there was a card with my name on standing on the nightstand. Of course, he wanted to give me something nice even if I had to hurry to work before he was awake. I slipped out from under the covers, and felt my feet squeak on his hardwood floor. Then I lifted up the card to read the sentimental message inside. He called me his wonderful baby, and said that meeting me had been the best thing that ever happened to him. Soppy and sentimental, but that kind of sentiment would always melt my heart. There was a little gift certificate inside; I could get myself a makeover, or get my hair styled at ET’s. That was a great gift; but in the circumstances, I could only compare it to what had happened last year. Nothing would ever be able to live up to that, and as soon as I started thinking about it, the memories were all coming back to me… Ⅰ - Valentine I ordered another drink and ungraciously threw my cash down on the bar. I didn’t bother counting the change this time; it was too late in the evening for that. It was Valentines Day, or Valentines Night, I guessed. The sun had set before we even got to this place. Against my better judgement, I’d come out for dinner and drinks with a bunch of friends from work. But if I was honest with myself, I would have to admit that there was only one colleague whose presence had tempted me away from another evening alone with blankets and a bucket of ice cream. That chiselled Adonis had joined the accounting team as an auditor eighteen months ago, but I was still too nervous even to say hi to him. I knew his name, but doubted that he’d even noticed me in the crowd. Dinner hadn’t gone well. We’d got some Mexican thing that I couldn’t pronounce the name of, and my guts were already protesting at how spicy it was. It had burned going down, but the gurgling from my insides had told me that I would have even more pain to look forward to when it came out again. A steady succession of beers, enough to ensure that I was no longer stable enough to count them, hadn’t transformed the following morning into anything I could look forward to. I’d danced with a couple of single guys from work, and some of the girls in my office as well. I’d toasted silly things with people I normally saw enough of in work hours, and only started to regret it more as the evening went on. Some of my friends had managed to hook up with someone, but the guys who were willing to talk to me all made it pretty clear why they were alone tonight. “Not enjoying the festivities?” a voice behind my shoulder said, as I surveyed the room. It was the kind of voice that put me in mind of pirates; or at least the weird accept that ham actors would put on when they were trying to conjure up the image of a grizzled swashbuckler. When I turned to look at him, the guy was… Well, I couldn’t judge how old he was. He struck me as a big man, but I couldn’t guess if his bulk was fat or muscle. Or just endless layers in his strange outfit. His face was worn by the elements, but there was still a sparkle in his eyes. I might have said that he looked young, and maybe it was just the scars that made him look older, but there was something in the way he stood and the way he spoke, something that said he’d seen more than any man should endure. His hair was tied back under a bandana, and a triangular leather patch covered one eye. Two of his teeth had been replaced by dentures that looked to be made of coloured crystal; but it was hard to say whether that was because he needed them or just a fashion statement. “No,” I said with a shrug. “All this, it’s just… rubbing your face in it, a reminder that you’ve not got anyone. Why do we have to have a day to focus on that?” “Ahh, but there’s the thing,” he said with a smile, and I had a sense that there was a story there. Some tale he loved to spin. “It didn’t used to be love, did it? Or at least, not this kind of love. People throwing themselves against the nearest warm body. It used to be about bonds, and trust. The love that holds a family together, and brings a village to fight back against the monsters that lurk in the mist.” “Well that’s different,” I laughed, not sure how else I was supposed to respond. I might have heard a story like that once before, but any memories I’d had were lost in a haze of beer. So I raised the bottle to my lips and took a swig. “To Valentines, and what it was meant to be.” “And to them that’s took my name,” the strange man laughed, and chinked his bottle against mine. His was old and coated in dust, and didn’t look like any of the dozens that were arrayed behind the bar. That would have been my first sign that something was weird here, or maybe my sixth, if I’d been sober. “Cheers,” I said. And then after a few seconds of what passed for deep thought in my current state of mind, I asked: “So what’s your name?” “Ye can call me Jack. That’s all that matters.” I laughed at the irony there. I’d come along to the bar hoping I could drink enough courage to talk to Jack. What were the odds that I would end up meeting somebody with the same name. The strange Jack looked at me with some amusement as I ended up laughing at a joke nobody else could hear. And I had enough presence of mind that I felt I should explain. “I know another Jack,” I said. “Well, not really know him. And not really called Jack, either. His name’s Jaques, but all his friends call him Jack. And I’d really like to be one of his friends. I think that’s what I want more than anything else. So there’s two Jacks here. Maybe I’ll need another name to think of you by. Jack Accounts and Jack Valentine.” I laughed aloud at that, only to realise a second later that it really wasn’t as funny as it had felt to me. But the stranger was laughing too, and I could only guess that my joke had a layer too deep for me to even think about. “Well, you’ve brought a sparkle to my night,” he said. “Maybe you should talk to your Jack. And for the cheer you’ve brought, I’ll offer you a gift. I won’t even snatch it away. But first I would ask you a question. Should I give you what ye want, or what ye need?” “Umm… I…” I stammered. All the background noise of the bar seemed to fade away for an instant, as if the whole world was waiting for me to answer. And through my drunken haze, I knew that this was probably the most important question I’d ever been asked. What I said now was bound to change my life forever. I surveyed the room for a second, and wondered what I should say. How could I answer, when I didn’t even know what the question meant? When I looked back, Jack Valentine was gone. But there was a smell of strong cider in the air, which I only now realised had hung in the air around him since the first moment he appeared. And he had placed a box in my hand, without me even realising. It was a box of valentines cards. The box was faded, made of slightly yellowed card, but the cards inside were bright and new. They were relatively plain, compared to most of the ones I’d seen in the shops. Plain white, with a single red heart in outline on the front. As I looked through them, I saw that each one had a message inside. “To my Master,” I read. “To my slave”. “To my childhood crush”. “To my innocent seductress”. Each one was different; and none of them were quite what I would expect from a valentines card. But I’d been given them, and they felt important. The idea arrived at the speed of beer. The second thoughts would probably take until the following morning to get here. I knew just thinking about it that this was a bad idea. But I signalled the barman with my empty bottle, and when he came to give me a full one I also asked if I could borrow a pen. I pulled out a card with the words “To my Daddy” in the middle. It was weird, but I didn’t care anymore. I carefully jotted “To Jaques” at the top, and it only took me three attempts and a couple of crossings-out to spell his name right. That should have told me that I was in no state to give him a card like this, but somehow the hint never made it to my brain. Instead, I tried to compensate for my clumsiness by making the card even more special; writing in “I love you” at the bottom. That done, I handed the pen back in the approximate direction of the barman. And as it bounced on the floor, I was already swaying and staggering my way across the middle of the room, in the direction of my beloved Jaques. Ⅱ - Daddy “I…” I slurred, trying to find my tongue. “I got you a card.” I held it out in front of me, and I could tell right away that half of my friends were laughing at me, and half were mumbling in pity, wondering how I could have gotten myself into such a state. “Well, that’s…” he said, sounding a lot clearer than I did. “Thoughtful?” But he took the card. I jumped back a little, getting a static shock from his fingertips as he took it. But he didn’t seem to notice, and I guess everybody else just assumed that my nearly falling over was due to all the drinks I had bought myself tonight. “To my Daddy,” he read, and smiled. “Well, that’s… Probably a sign that I’ve not been a very good daddy. Letting my little girl stay out so late, and not trying to help when she’s obviously in some distress. Come on, sweetie. I want to make sure you get home safe.” I didn’t even understand what was happening as he took my hands. But in all the confusion filling my mind, I knew one thing for sure: Daddy always wanted what was best for me, and for him to take me home was the thing I had wanted more than anything else tonight. I was too confused to remember exactly what I’d been hoping for, but I knew it was something good. Jaques helped me into the back of his car, and made sure I was buckled in. I thought it was a bit weird; but the way he fussed over me made me really comfortable. And I was just about aware enough to know that I was in no state to drive now. A guy giving me a lift home was probably what I needed more than anything else. But only five minutes after leaving the bar, he pulled over at a little shop just off the main road. Did he need to refuel? I sat in the car and waited for him to return, and it only felt like two minutes. “Sorry,” he said. “Daddy wanted to get you a card as well, but they’re all sold out. I guess all the boys left it to the last minute.” “Ohhh…” I said. “I got a box. Would you like to use one of those?” “That sounds great. You’re so much more organised than me, aren’t you? And I really should give you a card.” I handed him the box, my heart pounding. I thought I was starting to sober up now, though I still felt a bit weird. And I was realising just what a big deal it was to give him a card, and for him to want to give me one in return. He wasn’t just doing it to be polite, was he? How would I know? I’d never been in this kind of situation before, but it had to be better than the train-wreck relationships that had been my experience ever since high school. And then I could laugh, as he turned the box over and over in his hands, trying without success to open it. “I don’t think I can get in,” he said with a laugh. “Maybe you can choose one for me to give you?” I knew he was just humouring me; trying to make me feel more competent when I felt like I’d done everything wrong. But I lifted out a card that seemed to fit with the whole ‘Daddy’ impression I got from him. It said “to my Baby Girl”. I waited eagerly while he wrote my name inside, and then he gave it to me and I tore open the envelope almost as quickly as he had sealed it. “To Claudia,” I read, and my heart soared. He knew my name! He knew who I was without having to ask! “My Baby Girl.” I laughed at the words. It was so weird for a baby girl to be out at night. I was sure it was after my bedtime now, and I hoped Daddy wouldn’t be mad at me for staying out so late. He shouldn’t have to come and get me, but I never thought these things through. I always just let him take care of me. And I was so happy to get a card for him that as I saw the heart on the front flicker and sparkle, the butterflies in my tummy got a whole lot more jittery. I was feeling something now that I didn’t even know the meaning of. And then I looked down at my tummy, and saw a dark patch spreading over the seat. Now I knew I was going to be in trouble; I was doing a wee in the back of Daddy’s lovely expensive car again, and he would have to clean up after me. “Umm…” I mumbled. “Daddy? I kinda… I did a oopsie.” “What do–” he started to ask, and then looked down at me, and I saw the disappointment flicker in his eyes for a moment. “Ohh, sweetie. It’s okay, you’re not that big yet. Let’s get you home and back into a nice clean diaper, okay?” I nodded, a little embarrassed by the thought. I had to try harder to not have little accidents, so that Daddy wouldn’t have to put me back in diapers. I pouted as we drove off again. I whined a little about being wet, but Daddy explained that he didn’t have any dry clothes for me to put on, or even a towel to put on the wet seat. He asked me to be a big girl, and to wait until we got home. I nodded, and tried my best to be good. A minute later I was staring out of the window, trying to count all the buildings that went past. I didn’t know that many numbers, but it was still fun. When I couldn’t count any more, I would just start again and count something different this time. I was counting bridges when we finally stopped again. There were three of them. And then Daddy was lifting me out of the car, and carrying me through some big glass doors that slid open when I came close without even touching them. My shoes had fallen off somewhere, but I still had soggy socks on, and I laughed a little when I noticed that I could make little damp footprints on Daddy’s trousers while he was carrying me. And then he was unlocking a door, bringing me into his house. I’d never been so happy before. Daddy put me down on a towel on his bed, and quickly took off my socks, skirt, and undies. Then he carried me through to the bathroom. He must have turned the water on before, and I hadn’t even noticed, because he had a huge pile of warm soapy bubbles to stand me in. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, can you put your hand on my shoulder? Yes, just like that. Hold on tight so you don’t fall down, and I’ll get you all clean.” I held onto his shoulder, while he knelt down beside the bath and reached out with a poofy pink sponge to wash my legs. The water was warm, and the soap smelled of flowers. And every time the bubbles came high enough, I could scoop up a little bit and put some bubbles in Daddy’s hair. He didn’t even get mad when I was playing around, so I thought I must be allowed to do this more. It was only a couple of minutes before he stood up again, and held onto my arm to help me step out of the bath. And then he was wrapping me up and snuggling me in the thickest, fluffiest towel ever. And then it was back to the bedroom so that he could put me in a clean diaper, and a snuggly pj top. “I love you Daddy!” I said, as I saw him put the card I gave him on the nightstand. “And I love you too, my little angel.” He laughed and cuddled me close, and then gave me a little kiss on my forehead. I thought that I’d never been so happy in my life. I still wasn’t tired, though. So Daddy got me a big glass of juice, and one for him too. And then we sat on the couch, and he put on a movie on the TV. We watched it together, and we laughed at all the jokes. And some time in there I must have dozed off, because I woke up when Daddy was trying to carry me quietly through to the bedroom again. “Is it bedtime, Daddy?” I asked him, and wriggled a little bit. “It is, sweetie. It’s nearly midnight now, and I think that’s well past bedtime for a sweet little baby like you.” “Can you read me a bedtime story?” “I’ll see what we’ve got,” he said. And then he was tucking me in on the bed, and I felt so warm, and so safe. “I love you, Daddy,” I said again. “And I… Wait, what’s going on here?” He was already leaning down to kiss my forehead, and when he froze I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against his. I knew it was improper; he hadn’t even asked me to dance. But here I was, in what was presumably his apartment, in his bed. The realisation that I was wearing a wet diaper didn’t even seem to make any difference. I just knew that I loved him, more than I ever thought I could. Ⅲ - Lover “What am I doing here?” I asked, after breaking the kiss. I knew that Jaques didn’t have the answers; but asking the question seemed to comfort me a little. I was making it clear to the world that I expected it to make sense, and that life, fate, or whatever it was couldn’t keep on doing whatever it felt like with us. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I… I don’t know what happened. You gave me that card, it said ‘to my Daddy’. And I guess I started taking it literally? Like… I thought you were a kid out past your bedtime, and I needed to take you home. I was going to take you back to your place at first, if you were sober enough to remember your address. But then…” “Wait,” I said. “I’m not drunk. How the hell did that happen? I always drink too much on Valentines Night, it’s like all the shallow people save up all their superficiality for one night. I could barely stand in the bar. But now… do I sound drunk to you?” “No. Something happened on the way home, I think. Suddenly I was thinking of you as a baby. And you stopped sounding drunk and depressed then. You were a cheerful little toddler, and you–” “Oh my god!” I cut in, although I didn’t even believe in god. But right now, I might be tempted to believe in the devil, or fairies, or something crazy to explain what had happened. “Did I really pee in your car?” “I think you did,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll call my valet service, get them to clean it up. They probably know how to deal with it, some little kid who can’t hold it. I guess I don’t need to mention that the kid in this case…” He looked completely confused then, as if he couldn’t even think of the words to finish that sentence. “Turned back into your charming coworker on the stroke of midnight?” “Yeah, I guess… that’s what happened, isn’t it? Is this like supposed to teach us the true magic of Valentines Day or something? I don’t even know… I mean, it’s it something Hallmark invented to sell more cards? Is there even a mythological basis for it?” “I don’t know,” I mumbled. “There was a weird guy in the bar. He said his name’s Jack. And he said he’d give me a gift, but I have to choose between… I can’t even remember. But he gave me a pack of cards. I guess they’re magic or something.” “Maybe this guy thought we’re meant to be together?” he guessed. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to say anything too forward. But… well… that’s the most fun I ever had at this time of year. Normally everybody’s just thinking about what they want, like romance is something you can bundle up in a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates, rather than the way you live your life together.” “I never had a date,” I said with a shrug. “Not for Valentines.” “I have. But they’ve always been disappointing. Tonight was fun, though. If incomprehensible.” “I can come round again sometime, if you want. We could sit on the couch and watch cartoons.” “Yeah. And I wouldn’t mind bathing you again. Even if my feelings about it would be quite different, now I know you’re not a baby.” “I mean, if you prefer it, I could pretend to be a baby. I mean, I wouldn’t–” I cut myself off, running through the memories in my head again. One question came to mind, so strange that I couldn’t say anything else until I asked it. “Why have you got diapers and childish pyjamas in my size?” “I… have no idea. They were just there. I wonder if they’ll still be there in the morning. I mean, they could evaporate like fairy gold when you take them off, or something.” I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, but after everything that had happened tonight, it didn’t seem particularly unrealistic. We talked for hours that night. About all kinds of things, including the history, and the baggage that we were both carrying. We kept on going back to the strange events of that night, and what could possibly have caused it. But the only answers we came up with were that we didn’t know; and that it had to be a good thing. Whatever the magic of those cards had been, it had given us a chance. And we both wanted to see where our lives would go if we kept on following that path. We kept the cards, and brought them out to stare at a dozen times over the following year. There was no more magic, but I could play the part of a baby, if Jaques wanted to be Daddy. And whether we were curled up on the couch watching cartoons, or doing more conventional romantic stuff, every minute was heaven. For a whole year, it seemed our relationship could only get stronger. Ⅳ - One Year Later “Amazing, isn’t it?” Jaques said, and I turned my head to see him peering over my shoulder. I had this year’s valentines card in my hands, but he must know that I was thinking about the one from the year before. “A whole year,” I said. “And a happy ending to every argument. Yeah, you’re pretty fantastic.” “It’s a pretty big achievement, for a printed piece of card,” he said. “And if I’m fantastic, you’re fantasticer. And amazinger. Wait, is that the title of an anime?” I couldn’t help laughing then, even if I didn’t quite get the joke. Jaques always knew when not to take anything so seriously. I kept on giggling as I walked over to where my jacket was hanging on the back of the door, and took out a new card. It had taken me a while to find the one I wanted; I’d ended up buying it online in the end, and had it delivered to my office to make sure that he wasn’t around when it arrived. I took the envelope from my pocket, and held it out to him. Somehow, I felt as nervous as I had the year before, proffering a card at arm’s length. “I love you, Daddy,” I said, and the word made me feel just a little more confident. I watched nervously as he opened his card. It looked familiar; just like the one from the year before. But this time, it had been designed by an actual artist; the weight of the lines and the slight variation of colours made it look more like a commercial Valentines card, and less like something produced on someone’s inkjet printer twenty years ago. It had glossy card as well; and the same “Daddy” message on the inside, but in cursive text that looked less like it came from a stencil set. Even the crossings-out on his name had been rendered as an aesthetically pleasing part of the design. “I thought it’s an important memory,” I said, embarrassed as he examined the card in such detail. I hoped he wouldn’t think it was a shallow gesture, or too cliché, or something. “It is,” he said. “And I can’t believe you put so much thought into it. I was just going to give you a gift certificate. But of course… for a reminder of how we got together… Happy anniversary, baby.” I smiled, and blushed hugely as he handed me an envelope. Two cards in one day? That was a twist I’d never even thought of. And when I opened it, I couldn’t help laughing. He’d put last year’s card in a new envelope, to remind me of last year. The same sentiment that had come to my mind, just a different execution. Or maybe it was another one from the same set? I couldn’t be sure; neither of us had managed to open the pack again since last year, so it had been sitting at the back of the drawer ever since. Could he have worked out how to free whatever part was stuck? I sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying Jaques’s hands massaging my shoulders, and his breath in my ear as I opened it. “My baby girl,” I read with a little squeal. The same card that had meant so much to be a year before; even the same slight wobble where he’d written my name in without a stable surface to lean on. The excitement bubbled up inside me, and I tilted the card to catch the light better, looking at the shimmering of the printed heart. And then I felt something, and looked down past the card. “Oh noooo!” I said, as I saw that I was doing a wee on the bed. “Oooopsies.” “What’s wrong, sweetie?” Daddy asked, and then peered over my shoulder. “Oh, I guess the magic works again when it comes to Valentines day. Well, I’m sure we’ve still got a couple of those Bunnyhop diapers left, so let’s get my little princess padded up. And then maybe we can take you to the park. Wouldn’t that be fun?” “Yeah!” I cheered, jumping up and dancing around the room, full of energy for the day ahead, and already forgetting my embarrassment. Daddy was going to look after me for ever and ever, and today was going to be another best day of my life.

Little Gin-Gin's Trip to the Mall *this is only the first out of many to come* ooOoo Chapter 1: “Is my little Gin-gin excited to meet Santa!?” her mommy asked, gasping as if she were surprised. From their place in line, she could see about fifty other adult-babies with their mommies and daddies. Some eagerly awaited to meet the fat, white-haired man in the red suite while others sulked, mortified at the prospect of having to sit on a grown-man's lap in front of a crowd of strangers. “Are you going to tell Santa everything you want for Christmas?” the woman bounced her in her arms, squeezing the back of her thick oversized diaper. Crinkling loudly, Ginny didn’t give it a second thought. Her self worth had been lost a long time ago. No longer did she care who saw her naked or diapered. The mall, possibly the most public place you could be seen in, was where they were. Deck the Halls played loudly over the speakers and littles gathered around the large sparkly Christmas tree, eagerly watching the train go round and round in circles. The general atmosphere was a happy one. Holiday music filled the air as people did last minute Christmas shopping, dragging their littles in tow or dropping them off at the mall daycare. Ginny couldn’t help but blush as her mommy, placed a big sloppy wet kiss on her cheek. Her eyes drifted down, catching just a hint of the white diaper, peeking out from her frilled, velvety red dress. Soleless, shining black Mary Jane’s were strapped onto her feet and ruffled white socks that went up to almost her knees. The girl was convinced that dress up was her mommy’s favorite part of the day. Never was she to look less than her best, which meant looking the most little she could be. There was a time when she would’ve rebelled. There was a time she would've screamed and cried, refusing to leave the house until her mommy had to drag her out. But that time had passed and now she had resigned herself to the fact that she was never escaping. All she could do was suck it up and pretend. Good girls were rewarded with treats. Naughty girls received spankings. That was something she did not want. Next in line, a feeling of fear suddenly formed in the pit of her stomach. Gripping onto the front of her mommy’s shirt, the ginger-haired girl hid her face in the woman’s warm, soft bosom, tightening her legs around her waist. Laughs were heard as her mommy kissed her head, and they were called up. The fake Santa gave a friendly smile, motioning for them to come forward. “Ohhh, is the baby shy?” a worker cooed, approaching them. He was dressed as an elf with big ears, pointy shoes and a pointy hat. “Why doesn’t mommy come up with us! You wouldn’t want Santa to forget any presents, would you?” Could Santa grant her her freedom? Could Santa give her a phone so she could call the police and escape this place? The answer was no. There was nothing Santa could give her. They didn’t wait for an answer and her heart skipped a beat as she was taken from the warmth of her mommy’s arms. It was sickening how much she had begun to depend on her. A high pitched squeal escaped her lips as she was placed on the man’s lap, pressed against his beer belly. It didn’t surprise her at how she fit perfectly snug on his lap and he held onto her waist, ensuring she didn’t slip off. “Well, hohoho! You can call me Santa, what's your name?” the man asked in a loud jovial voice, his breath smelling of mint. His long beard tickled her skin leaving her wanting to pull on it. “M-mommy cawl me, Gin-gin ow Ginny!” as she spoke, drool dribbled from her mouth, and if the Santa imposter noticed or cared, he didn’t show it. Beside them, her mommy beamed, taking numerous pictures on her phone. Ginny knew that when spoke it either had to be in her baby voice or she was to stay silent. She had worked hard to perfect the high and squeaky voice, but her inability to pronounce words came naturally after over half of her teeth were removed and twisted around in her mouth. Was she in constant immense pain? Yes. Did her mommy care? No. She thought her speech impediment was cute and teethers had become her new best friend. Plus the constant drooling that resulted from the procedure was an extra bonus. “Well, Gin-gin, have you been a good or a naughty girl?” “Goo’!” she squealed, bouncing lightly in his lap, much to the enjoyment of everyone watching. In another life, she could’ve been an actress. That’s how good she was at pretending. “Why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” She leaned forward, smelling the faintest whiff of cinnamon and cupped her hand around his ear, coming up with things on the spot. “My elves down at the North Pole are working very very hard to prepare. I can promise that you are going to have a very happy Christmas.” She continued to smile, giggling at all the right moments as she sucked on her fingers. A woman elf stood behind the camera, making funny faces as they did with all littles to get them to smile. Ginny beamed, making sure to show her toothless mouth as the pictures were taken. Beside them stood Jill Anderson, usually a stern woman, but today unusually happy. The woman already knew what her Christmas cards were going to be as she glanced down at her little’s exposed diaper, rapidly turning yellow, and she didn’t even realize. This year was going to be a great Christmas. ooOoo A/N: Hey! I just wanted to do a quick Christmas one shot, since the holidays are coming up!! For those who don’t remember or didn’t read it, Ginny was the new nurse from Emmy’s story who was taken and regressed by Jill Anderson, the mean nurse. I will be doing more of these quick one shots for the other characters I’ve created in this Little Beginnings universe! Hope you enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating Christmas and Hanukkah!

This is a story I wrote a long time ago, I've always wanted someone to continue where I left off and see where they take it. I apologize for any grammatical errors, I haven't really gone through and fixed any mistakes but I'm sure there are plenty. It was late afternoon in May and like usual, Timmy was enjoying a ride on his bike through the bike bath behind his neighborhood. Of course it being May, a lot of the late spring rainstorms had been in the forecast so Timmy's mother warned him to be careful. Of course being young and naive, he didn't think much of a "rain storm", after all its just water. He has always passed a turn on the bike path that he was always afraid to go onto, it was a dirt path that went so far into the woods that you couldn't even see the end because it went so far. Being the curious young boy that Timmy was, he decided to embark on this mysterious path regardless of how scared he had previously been of it. As he was carefully cruising along the old beaten path, he began to feel some rain drops hitting his face and it only started to come down heavier and heavier. Timmy could hear loud roars of thunder from above and lightening starting to to strike from the clouds. This was a good indication for Timmy that he should start to head back home and fast. As he put pressure on his bike brakes, one of the tires must have hit a rock and the tire had popped and Timmy lost control of his bike so he quickly jumped off, avoiding a painful crash to the ground. As he though his situation couldn't get any worse, a lighting struck not to far in front of him, that was so loud Timmy was frozen for a bit from being so terrified. He has to think of what to do, leave his bike and come back for it? or try to take it home through this terrible storm. As he glanced around he saw a small an old house that he decided to walk towards, hoping someone would be home so he could stay there until the storm passed. As he approached the old house, he realized the front of his pants were soaked but not like the rest of his body was, it was pee that must have come out from being scared we he saw the lighting strike. He approached the door and reached up high and gave it a couple of hard knocks. Timmy waited about ten seconds and finally the door slowly began to open up. It was an older looking lady, probably around his grandma's age and she was very tall with almost all grey hair. "i'm sorry misses but my bike tire its flat and i do-" she interrupted by saying yes yes young man come inside with a smile on her face. "This is no weather to be out riding a bike especially for a little boy like yourself" the old woman said. I was just wondering if I could use your phone to call my mom so that she could pick me up. "Oh nonsense, you can stay here until it passes I don't mind at all, here let me get you a towel to dry off a bit." Timmy observed the room while the old lady was gone which was decorated with all sorts of old dolls and the kinds of things he would find at his grandmother's house or nanny's place. "Here we go" and before Timmy even realized it, she started to dry his hair and upper area off making sure not to miss a spot. As she moved down to his jeans she noticed that his jeans were almost all dry except for his front area. "Oh my, did you have a little accident?" embarrassed, Timmy said yeah I didn't mean to I just, it was raining and- "its okay young man, these things happen with a comforting voice. Timmy felt so uncomfortable, he had never wet his pants since he was a toddler and for it to be in front of a complete stranger it made it worse. "I have a grandson not too much younger than you yes, he used to come over a lot when he was younger and he used to have accidents all the time". Her telling him this didn't make him feel better whatsoever. "But I made sure it didn't really get on his pants she said to herself" which flew over Timmy's head because he was thinking about how much this situation sucked. "You know I could get you nice and cleaned up and make you some soup, this rain doesn't look like its going to stop for quite a while" Timmy didn't like the sound of that and replied saying "well actually I should get home, my mother would get mad if i was gone too long. He quickly got up and started to walk down the hallway when all a sudden he from behind "you really should stay here young man" and he felt a hand go down the back of his jeans and he was swiftly swung over her shoulder. Timmy began to panic but didn't show it because he was too scared, what this old lady doing to do to me? he stared at the door as she carried him upstairs. His heart was beating so fast. "I really miss having my little boy coming over here and me being able to take care of him like a grandma, so don't worry I'll take care of you for a while". She took him into her room to get a key from her dresser and then carried him back into the hallway, unlocking a door across from her room. When the door opened, a scent hit his nose that was familiar but he couldn't quite remember until he saw what was was in the room. There was elmo and sesame street characters all over the walls, a crib and in the corner to his horror, a changing table fully stocked with very thick disposable diapers, baby wipes, powder and lotion. "Are you going to di di diaper me?". "Yes honey I am, I miss taking care of my grandson and looking after him so we'll both have fun on this rainy day" with smile. This was anything but fun, Timmy was nervous to have some old lady he never met diaper him! let alone anyone diaper him at all! She slowly lowered him to the changing table, tightly strapping his waist down to make sure he didn't fall. Keep in mind, Timmy is a very small boy for his age so he fit the changing table like a glove. The old woman began to untie his shoes and unbutton his pants to which he back to kick a little. When she pulled of his underwear she lifted his butt and gave him a light swat on the butt which let Timmy know that she wasn't messing around and he stopped immediately. She started by opening a box of wipes and started wiping his pee pee, and inner thighs where the pee had trickled down. She was smiling at him and cooing saying things like "grandma's gonna get her little boy allll cleaned up isn't she? he could feel her soft and wrinkly hand around his ankles and for a slight second, Timmy had a little deja vu. He could remember being a toddler and his grandmother diapering him and cooing to him and teasing him too. But then he snapped back into reality as she started to sprinkle baby powder all over his rear. "This will make your wittle butt smell nice and fresh!" she said with enthusiasm. Finally she opened up a larger pack of huggies disposable diapers that must have been leftovers from her grandson along with all the other items. She slid the diaper under his butt and slowly lowered it onto the thick diaper which to Timmy's surprise, didn't feel to uncomfortable but regardless didn't want to be in the situation that he was in. She then pulled the diaper between his legs and snugly taped it together. "There! now your all clean in your nice diapee, grandma's gonna get you dressed now." She then pulled out a footed sleeper that had fur on the inside to help stay warm and slid Timmy into it. She then swung Timmy back over her shoulder and patted his very thickly diapered bottom as she carried him into the living room and set him down on the couch, turning on the tv to some cartoons. "You sit here like a good boy and grandma's gonna make you some food for your wittle tummy" she said, poking him in the stomach that did not make him laugh. Thirty minutes passed and finally she took him into the kitchen so that he could eat. Timmy was very hungry and ate the soup as if he never eaten before, not even caring that he was in a diaper at some old woman's house in a high chair, none of that mattered at the moment. About ten minutes after eating, Timmy could feel the urge to poop and very badly. It was probably from the huge dinner he had the previous night. Naturally, he walked to the bathroom to go relieved himself but the door was locked! the reality of the situation had sunk in, this old lady was going to diaper and baby me and I can't do a think about it! His stomach began to act up again and Timmy slowly walked into her basement so that she wouldn't she him. He looked all around downstairs for a bathroom but it was hopeless. Accepting defeat, Timmy waited about a half hour and could wait no more, he had to poop. He slowly couched to his knees and began to push as hard as he could and could feel the soft poop filling up and expanding his diaper. He was trying to make sure that this mess didn't spread so make sure that he was crouching. Right as he finished, he heard the door open and he quickly while trying to avoid his mess from getting bigger. He heard her calling for him playfully. "I think I smell a stinky little boy down here that needs his wittle butt cleaned by his grandma!" she said in a playful manner. The basement was kind of dark with furniture all around so it was east to hide but at the same time it was hard to see where she was coming from. "Phew! you left grandma a little sunrise didn't you?" he could hear he getting close but was sure that he was perfectly hidden under an old office desk. All of a sudden he felt her pick him up under his arms and brought her nose against his butt. "Did you make a poopy in your diaper for grandma? she said as she teased him and held her nose. Timmy wanted to crawl in a hole and die but he also couldn't like to himself that it would be nice to get out of this stinky diaper. She carried him up to the living room and when he thought she was going to take him upstairs to change him, she took him over to her rocking chair and placed him on her lap making the poop spread evvverywere. Grandma is gonna finish sowing her her bib she made just for you and then we'll get you all cleaned up. She was moving her knee up and down which kept making his mess bigger and bigger, spreading the poop up his butt, tummy and a little up his back too. Finally she said "phew, your diaper really wants me to know it needs to be changed" and with that she carried him back upstairs to the changing room again. She strapped him down and began to take off his sleeper, exposing his sagging diaper the air. She untaped him diaper and pulled back the huge mess that he carried around his butt for the last hour. She kept looking at the mess and sating "shoowee!" and then looking at him with her nose wrinkled. She did this back and forth a couple of time before using the diaper to wipe off a little bit of the excess poop from his rear and tossing it in the trash. She then lifted his legs by ankles again with her wrinkly but soft hands, and began to softly wipe his butt clean. Alex almost didn't find this as bad as the first time and found it quite nice actually and started to think to himself, maybe I could in time enjoy this? it feels like i'm a baby again and someone is giving me all of their attention and I don't have to worry about making mistakes or anything. "You made grandma use half the box your stinky wittle butt! Maybe I can call Nancy and tell her to pick some up for me before she comes over today" wait, what?! Timmy said to himself inside. Who was this Nancy woman?? He didn't know how he felt about that but again he had absolutely no control of the situation. This old lady is keeping me for a while and i'm going to have to accept that it is possible that I might get seen in diapers by another woman and quite possibly even changed by her too! he gulped. The old lady then opened up some baby lotion and began to apply it to his inner thighs and all along his butt cheeks too. She then sprinkled a nice amount of powder all over his butt again. Finally, she got out another diaper and placed it under his now cleaned behind and pulled it through his legs and taping it very tight and snug. "Grandma's little boy is all nice and clean isn't he? isn't? she then began to blow on Timmy's tummy to which he couldn't help him self but let out some uncontrollable giggles. You decide what happens next