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Friday. “Kay, I need the transcript from the team meeting before you leave.” “Uh, you didn’t ask me to take any notes. How badly do you need it?” “Ugh, come on. Do I have to ask you to do everything?” “Right… Sorry sir.” Being a secretary absolutely blows. Overworked as fuck, dealing with customer complaints, management always expecting me to read their god damned minds, and worst of all I have to apologize! Middle manager Tom rolls his eyes and unleashes a sigh that seems to stretch on forever before stepping away with words of caution. “I guess it’s fine this time, but I expect a transcript for the next team meeting.” This is hell. I’m literally living in hell. However, with that interaction finished I’m free to leave. Free for the weekend! I grab my purse and keycard, push my rolling chair away from the reception desk, and quickly make my way through the front glass doors. Checking myself out on the employee card scanner as I go. Rolling my long sleeve shirt up I peer at my watch and notice that the bus should arrive shortly at the stop I frequent to and from work. That puts a little pep in my step. I walk as briskly as my business skirt and heels will allow. My increase in speed paid dividends as I turn the corner and see the bus moments away from pulling up to the stop just outside the business complex. “Oh, thank god.” I murmur in relief. If I missed this one, the next one wouldn’t be showing up for another thirty minutes. Walking up to the bus I ready my pass and scan it. The doors close behind me and the driver hits the gas before I’ve seated myself. *Ding* A text notification from my phone. Blindly I shove my hands into my purse, rummaging around. Eventually I hit the plastic of its case and extract it from the overflowing space. My heart does a happy little flip. It’s from Marna, my girlfriend! For better or worse my last text wasn’t entirely truthful. We both know I’d be partying a little less than ‘hard af’. Some video games, wine, maybe pop on some Netflix in the background. If I’m feeling particularly zany perhaps I’d go for a walk or heat up a frozen burrito for dinner… I appreciate texting with my adorkable shortstack love. It blew a good chunk of bus riding time. Several stops into the journey and we arrive at my exit. I quickly take my leave, thanking the driver as I go, and throwing a wave behind me as I walk the final block to the small two-bedroom house that Marna and I share. It’s a nice walk, the fresh and somewhat cool spring air feels just right. And our yardwork is coming together quite nicely. The flower seeds we planted a few weeks ago have started sprouting. Soon it’ll be a sea of beautiful flowers. But as I walk down the pathway to our home, I notice something strange on the porch. A small brown box. I’d not been expecting a package, and I wasn’t aware that Marna was either… Reaching down and picking it up I find it to be quite light. As well as addressed to me and our house; so little chance of it being a mistake. I unlock the door and make my way inside with great haste. Intrigued by the mysterious package. Shoes go off on the entryway shoe rack. Purse gets hung up on a hook. Package goes under my arm as I take a right to visit the kitchen for a drink and scissors. Glass of water gulped down; I viciously attack the box with the kitchen scissors. Carefully down the center and swiping down the flap’s sides. Inside it’s packed with white tissue paper. Sifting through that is a dainty black drawstring bag. Perhaps made of silk? I pull it open and upend the bag, a piece of fabric falls out and onto the counter. Picking it up and unfolding it reveals it to be… Lacy black panties? Flowery patterns adorn the rear of the undergarment. These patterns continue around the thighs up to the front were a solid circle sits center on the front. Within that circle is what can only be described as a safety pin and the number 3. The flower pattern is nice, and the fabric feels very comfortable in my hands. But the pin and number are odd, seemingly breaking up the aesthetic for no discernable reason. But this certainly feels like something Marna would buy for me. Gosh, she does this all the time. Ha, she’s probably expecting a picture tonight. Eager to get this done I run to the back of the house where the laundry room resides. I strip free of my work clothes and toss them into the washer, adding my new pair of underwear as well. My half-full laundry bin does a nice job filling the rest of the washer, so I add a pod and start it up. While the washer runs, I hop upstairs to where our bedroom, ‘office’, and bathroom reside. After a day like this a long and relaxing bath is required. I get the water temperature just right and plug the tub. Quickly I go to the bedroom and pull together a fresh set of underwear, bra, sweatpants, and a comfy t-shirt. Then it’s bath time. I scrub my hair and body clean, and lounge back, soaking in the warm water. I remain that way until I hear the distant screech of the washing machine. A sign that the load is washed. “Well… I guess it’s time to get out…” I say aloud to myself. Very much not ready to leave. But I do so anyway, drying off with one of the towels from a nearby hook. I throw on my selected outfit and wrap up my hair in order for it to dry better. Downstairs the contents of the washer go into the dryer with a lavender scented dryer sheet. And I forgo TV on the living room couch for the upstairs ‘office’. Which in all actuality is more like the game room. A desk for Marna, and a desk for me. Hers more work-centric with various papers and files. Mine more play-centric with several monitors, a game console or two, and a PC. I take a seat on my gamer chair throne, the back of which feels so much nicer than the rolling chair at the office. No support whatsoever on those. The Switch blinks to life as I grab my pro controller to log some hours onto Pokémon Scarlet. The obviously superior version with the cave-mommy professor. I throw a speed running video onto another monitor, the commentator is funny and I only have to half-listen. I spend roughly an hour in this state, making some progress on my Pokedex when I hear the loud beep from the dryer downstairs. Tearing myself away from the game I rush downstairs and pull the clothes out of the drier and into the clean hamper. The towel wrapped around my hair goes into the dirty bin. I lug the clean laundry through the house, stopping at the kitchen to grab a pack of single serve bottles of wine from the fridge, before going upstairs to our bedroom. The clothing is folded and put away inside drawers and hung up in the closet. The lacy black panty is the only remaining fabric. Down go the clothing on my lower half, and up goes the new underwear and the sweats on top. I toss the one I’d been wearing before back in the underwear drawer… It’s still clean! A few test steps and body positions later and I can easily conclude… “This pair of undies is the tits! So damn comfy! Marna you beautiful bastard, you’ve outdone yourself.” With my only real chore for the evening done I return to gaming heaven with tasty wine in hand. Where I spend the rest of my evening, pausing briefly only to acquire a frozen burrito. And then, so very late at night… Or early in the morning, it is time to sleep. Off goes every article of clothing aside from my brand new underwear, and I slip under the covers. Ah wait, I need to tell Marna how much I love her gift. I roll my eyes. Marna sometimes likes playing dumb when it comes to her little gifts. She can be so silly sometimes. Holding my phone aloft I make sure to get most of my body in the frame and snap a picture. One of my front, my free hand lightly touching the waistband of the underwear while I bite my lip in a sexy albeit buzzed manner. One of my back, my free hand grabbing an exposed ass cheek playfully. The back one may or may not have taken a few attempts… Marna replies quickly, only moments after I’d sent the images. I return her sentiments of adoration and gently lay the phone on the nightstand on my side of the bed. Then, to the best of my ability, I follow her final orders for the evening. My sleepy eyes close. … …. ….. I feel a twinge in my bladder. The alcohol I’d had this evening making itself known. Against my better judgement I can’t bring myself to get up. My body refuses to move a single muscle. “Ooooaaahhh well, I can hold it till morning…” My yawn becomes a self-assurance as I roll over onto my side. Rational thoughts cease as I fall fast into a buzzed slumber. Before I go under, I feel the twinge in my bladder break slightly in relief. A few stray drops of urine escape into the panties hugging my bottom. ~~~ In what feels like no time at all, my eyes open wide and sudden. No longer on my side, I’d shifted in my sleep onto my back. Light breaks through the bedroom window’s curtains, giving good indication it is no longer night, or even morning for that matter. I lay in the warmth of the bed and stretch. Arms and legs crack. Despite creaking my back manages to hold strong. Rolling over I grab my phone, it’s noon. Just in time for lunch! I push myself up into a sitting position on the bed and then stand. “Hah?” Something is off. The panties I’d sung the praises of last night feel different. Like the fabric bunched up while I slept. I guess there’s no such thing as the perfect underwear, there’s always a catch… My thumbs hook into the waistband of the lace underwear except… What they feel is not the light lace from last night. It feels like cotton or something. “What the…” Did I drunkenly wake up last night and put on a new pair? Finally, I look down to see what I’m wearing on my bottom half. It is not in fact the black lacy panties that I’d slipped on last night. But it shares the exact same flowery pattern, color, and safety pin motif. The number on this garment is 2 rather than 3. I run my hand around my butt, feeling the fabric all over. Thicker in some places, lighter in others. The gears in my sleep addled head turn slowly but reach a conclusion based on past experiences. I’ve babysat before, I know what this is… “Why the hell am I wearing cloth training pants?” ___________________________________________________________________________________ Starting the new year off strong with a new short story. Expect only a handful of chapters for this story. This is based off a prompt someone on Twitter gave me. I'll link the prompt on the final chapter, wouldn't want to spoil the story at chapter 1...

Something I wrote a while ago, but was unsure of whether to post here or not... before thinking to myself, "Why not?" Crossword Puzzle “So bored!” Victor whined for the tenth time that hour as he lazily lounged on the couch in nothing but a shirt and his boxers. “Then do something!” His roommate Kevin replied back, sick of hearing how bored Victor was as he donned his jacket. “I’ve got an idea, why don’t you do a crossword puzzle to pass the time?” “That’s lame!” “Better than hearing you complain ever five minutes. Hmm…” Kevin smiled as an idea came to him. “How about I make you a deal? I’m heading out to pick up a few things, and if can finish a puzzle by the time I get back, then I’ll buy you dinner.” The promise of free food immediately perked Victor’s interest. “Deal!” “Figured you would,” Kevin said as he pulled out a crossword puzzle book from a drawer and flipped it to a random page. “Try this one, I’m sure it won’t be too difficult for someone like you…” Victor just stuck his tongue out as he took the book from Victor and went to work, barely hearing as his roommate left. Victor chuckled, knowing that he had already won this bet. His roommate just said he had to finish the puzzle, he never said anything about looking up the answers if he got stuck… Not that he needed to resort to that, as Victor quickly found himself cruising through the clues, filling in one blank after another with ease. His roommate must have picked one for little kids with how easy this was. Before long, he had breezed through the across section and moved onto the down section. “A short garment typically worn by teenage girls, nine letters…” Victor had to think about that one before it suddenly clicked. “I know, miniskirt!” He chuckled again as he pencilled in the answer. Yep, miniskirt, like the one he was wearing right now. Next clue: “Thumb substitute for an infant, eight letters”. That one didn’t take him too long, as he wrote in “pacifier”. “Twat was ethay!” He mumbled as he suckled away at his Paci, content that he had something to occupy his mouth with other than his thumb. “Disposable garment for a baby, six letters… That’s a diaper!” He loudly announced, crinkling slightly as he shifted in place to accommodate the bulk of his thick diapers. He loved the cushiony feel he got from his diapers and they helped cushion his butt while sitting down. “Mythical one-horned animals, 8 letters,” read the next clue. He giggled to himself as he wrote “Unicorns” into the spaces. Yep, unicorns, like the ones happily prancing across his diaper and the ones that went into hiding whenever it was wet. Not that he needed his diapers, he just liked wearing them was all. “Soaking __, three letters.” “That’s easy! It’s wet!” Hissssss… Victor paused as he felt a warmth begin to envelop his crotch. Taking his mind off the puzzle for a moment, he pulled up his miniskirt and watched as the unicorns happily prancing across the pink padding slowly began to vanish as his diaper began to darken in the front. Reaching down, Victor squeezed the front of his diaper, feeling it squish as it absorbed the contents of his bladder. “Uh oh…” Kevin would be mad that he went himself again. He’d promised to try using the potty more, but he had been so preoccupied with the crossword puzzle that he hadn’t even noticed he’d needed to go. Maybe Kevin wouldn’t be too mad once he finished the puzzle… Moving on to the next clue, Victor ignored an odd voice in the back of his mind as he focused on solving the puzzle before his roommate returned home. “A male caregiver, five letters.” It had to be Daddy! Just like Kevin, his loving Daddy who changed his diapers and took care of him whenever he needed it! Daddy had promised that if he finished this puzzle before he came back then he would take him out to dinner! “Making a ___, four letters, beginning with “M” and ending with “SS”. Moss? No… Miss? Also no… MESS! It just had to be mess, just like… Gurgle, grumble… Like the mess he needed to make right now, lifting up his butt in order to better position himself. Grunting, Victor pushed a load into the seat of his diaper, causing it to sag from the weight of his new mess. Pushing some more, he made sure to get all of it out before sighing with relief and plopping back down, feeling the fresh mess squishing against his rear. While a little unpleasant, he didn’t mind since he knew Daddy would surely change him when he got home. Back to the puzzle, the next clue read, “Hired cleaner, female, four letters.” What was the word for that again? It was on the very tip of his tongue… That’s right, a maid! Just like him! He was his Daddy’s maid, helping clean around the house whenever his Daddy asked him. Daddy even let him wear the cute uniforms like the one he was wearing right now! Only a few more clues were left to be filled in now, one of them being “To follow orders without question, four letters.” Easy, “obey”. Just like he had to obey whenever Daddy told him to do something like clean the house, do the laundry, or make dinner. He loved being able to serve Daddy like that, it made him feel so special! With only one more clue left to solve, Victor perked up at the sound of the door opening. “Daddy!” He called out as he forgot about the puzzle book entirely and happily waddled over to the entranceway, his short skirted maid uniform doing nothing hide the sagging, used state of his diapers. He didn’t care though, Daddy was home and that was all that mattered. Kevin smiled as he saw his now diapered maid run up to him. “There’s my happy little maid,” He said as he ruffled Victor’s hair playfully. “Were you a good sissy while Daddy was away, Vicky?” “I was very good, Daddy!” Vicky replied, sucking away at his pacifier like it was the most natural thing. “I even finished the puzzle you gave me, just like you asked!” “Really? Can you show Daddy then?” Giggling, Vicky happily lead Kevin over to where he had left the puzzle book. “See?” “Hmm… You did a good job, but it seems you left one answer blank…” “What!?” To his horror, Vicky found that in his haste to greet his Daddy, he had forgotten to fill the last space with an answer. He pouted as he realized he had failed Daddy. Surely Daddy would be mad at him for not doing as he was told and punish him with the paddle, or a time out, or, worst of all, sending him to bed without dessert! “Tell you what…” Victor said, “… You did such a good job that I’ll still take you out to dinner like I promised.” “R-Really?! Oh, thank you, Daddy!” Vicky ran over and hugged Daddy, relieved that he wasn’t going to be punished. “On one condition, thought. You finish what you started and solve the last clue. Can you do that for me, sissy?” “Sure I can!” Picking up the book and pencil, Vicky hastily read the last clue. “Sexually stimulated, seven letters.” He thought long and hard about the answer before it suddenly dawned on him. “Aroused! A–R–O… U… S…” Vicky almost dropped the book entirely as a warm tingling quickly spread throughout his diaper, Unlike the warm feeling he got whenever he wet and messed his diaper, this feeling was a thousand times more intense and filled his entire being to the point he could barely fill in the last few letters. “E… D!” As the last letter was filled in, Vicky could no longer contain himself and dropped the book and pencil as both hands grabbed at his diaper, rubbing the used padding up against his growing erection. Before he could get far, however, Kevin stopped him. “Ah, ah, ah, you know the rule, Sissy. You have to ask Daddy first if you want to make cummies in your diapers, remember?” Vicky did remember, and trembled with excitement as he replied through the still building pressure. “Pl–Please, Daddy! Can I make cummies in my… my DIAPERS?!” “Hmm… Alright, you can rub yourself as much as you want but no cummies until Daddy says so. Daddy will count to ten and only when he is done can you make cummies, understand?” “Y–Yes, Da–Daddy!” Without waiting another moment, Vicky began to rub himself furiously through used diapers, squishing it up against his.body as his building orgasm grew.” “1…2… 3… 4…” “Ple–Please, Daddy!” “5…6…7…5… Oh, looks like I’ve lost count. Better start all over again!” “D–Daddy!” Vicky whined as his rubbing only increased further, dropping helplessly to his knees as his mind filled only with the desire to grope himself more and more in a desperate attempt at release. “…7…8…9…” Kevin paused for a moment, savouring it as he looked over the helpless sissy maid lying at his feet. “… 10” With a thunderous cry that likely echoed through their apartment complex, Vicky came hard into his diapers, riding the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm he had ever experienced in his life for several moments. During all this, that nagging voice in the back of his mind that had been attempting fruitlessly to get his attention ever since he had started the crossword puzzle was quietly snuffed out by such a powerful orgasm, leaving nothing but an obedient, diaper loving sissy maid named Vicky remaining. “That’s a good sissy,” Daddy said as he patted Vicky on the head. “Now, crawl your sticky butt to the bedroom and Daddy will get you all ready for to go out, is that clear?” “Y…yes, Daddy…” Vicky replied as he got onto his hands and knees and obediently began to crawl his way towards the bedroom, still panting from the overwhelming orgasm he had just experienced. Kevin smiled as he watched Vicky’s retreating diaper butt, his own erection growing beneath his shorts. “I should have done this a long time ago…”

I've never written something like this, so if it's not good let me know what I can do to improve, please. Thank you in advance for reading. Change The Station By: The Unknown Author Ding dong. The electronic chime of the train arrival notification system came over the PA system outside, the message that followed drown out by the sound of the running sink I was hunched over after splashing my face with water. Looking up into the mirror with a sigh, my eyes half open to keep the headache at bay, I shut off the water and turned to grab some paper towels to dry my face, lurching forward on shaky legs and bracing myself on the wall near the hand dryer. “You can do this.” I told myself, not that I actually believed it. The truth was, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the bathroom, let alone down to the platform and onto a train before I dropped dead from whatever was causing the headaches I’d been having. Grabbing a wad of paper towels, I pressed them to my face and threw them in the trash before grabbing the handle of the bathroom door and entering the bustling station. People looked at me nervously as I passed them, not a great sign. My headache flared up angrily, stabbing the soft mass behind my eyes and stopping me in my tracks, looking around as the world spun in my vision. I focused on a bench, hoping the attention to a specific point would stabilize my equilibrium. The bench had five people seated on it, two men, two women, and a small child no older than five, the worn lightly colored wood seemed too old looking for the relatively modern station it resided in, a throwback to a bygone era of steam engines and horse drawn carriages by the looks of it. I blinked hard and gasped as the bench warped and shifted as I opened my eyes, the old wood replaced with metal and leather, the kind of seating you’d see at an airport. The people still sat there, unfazed by the change in their seating. I blinked again and the bench was still changed and I moved to it to touch it, feeling the cold steel and stiff material of the seats, the stares of the occupants causing me to withdraw my hand quickly. I took a seat on the bench opposite the newer one, the wood beneath me creaking in protest as I sat back and took a deep breath. My eyes met the man on the far left of the new bench, he was looking up from his book, a dry and boring spy novel by the look of the cover, and I forced a weak smile his way to keep him from worrying about what a freak I must look like. I thought that if he had a more engaging book he might not be so nosy, like the little boy with his popup book further down the bench. Laughter brought my attention back to the book man, now grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the popup book on his lap, the cutout of an animal character in the book moving back and forth as he pulled the flap at the bottom of the page and giggled as the character shifted to and fro in a sort of dance for him. Again, no one seemed the slightest bit concerned by this change of scenery. Was I doing this or was I just hallucinating? I needed to test it, to prove that it was real, so I got up and made my way over to the man with the popup book. “Whatchya readin’?” I asked him as casually as I could manage. He looked up at me and then back to his book, the dancing bear he’d been so entertained by now motionless. “It’s a book about fairy tales.” he told me, his tone annoyed with being distracted from his fun. “Can I see it?” I asked as I reached out to touch the book, to feel whether it was real or not. He snatched it away from me before I could. “No!” he shouted. “It’s mine!” he added snottily. I sighed, his yelling causing my headache to flare up again. “I just want to see it for a second.” I told him. “Get your own, lady!” he snapped. I felt my anger build and snatched the book from him, bringing an immediate response of childish shrieking from the man that was twenty years my senior. My headache grew with each second of the sound assaulting my ears and I glared at him as I gritted my teeth and looked at the book in my hands, the feel of it exactly what one would expect from a popup book. I realized as I turned the book over in my hands that his noise had ceased abruptly, and I looked up from the book to see him sitting there sucking on a pacifier, crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks as he made grabby hands toward his book and whimpered softly. I dropped the book and stared at him in amazement and terror, watching as he slipped off the bench to retrieve his book and sat with it on the floor as he clumsily opened it back up and played with it. “What the fuck is going on?” I wondered as I wandered away, looking back at him several times as I did. “I can change reality.” I thought, a pleasant tingle of empowerment running up my spine, bringing me to a stop and turning me back around to look at him once again, my mind focusing on him. His long sleeved collared shirt and khakis shifted on his body, the legs of the pants receding up his legs as the sleeves of his shirt shortened and the collar snaked away from the shirt and up to the pacifier ring to make a tether clipped to his new shirt, a baby blue onesie that had merged with the former khakis to stretch over the bulk of the diaper he now wore. His shoes softened into baby blue booties and the popup book dissolved in his hands and became a plush baby block. I giggled mischievously, and looked to the man and the woman that had been sitting next to him on the bench. Her purse changed into a diaper bag at my urging, her breasts swelling beneath her tanktop as I filled them with milk for her new baby. The man had no outward change, but I made him aware that his baby needed his mother, and watched as he stood up and went to the grown baby man and effortlessly picked him up from the ground despite the size difference of the two, the baby in question outweighing his new daddy by a hundred or more pounds. The new mommy took the man just as easily and positioned him on her lap as she she lifted her shirt and opened the front flap of her nursing bra and removed his pacifier before placing her engorged nipple to his lips which he greedily latched onto. I burst out laughing as the scene played out in front of me, the woman that was probably just out of college if she wasn’t still enrolled in it cradling a man that could’ve been her father as he nursed from her and she patted his thickly diapered bottom through his onesie, all while no one payed any attention to the events. My headache faded and I was able to stand upright again, feeling an immense wave of power wash over me. I looked up at the clock and smiled, only a few more minutes until my train arrived, enough time to have some more fun with whatever this thing I had was. Hurrying back to the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and focused on myself, the sickly, sweaty look I’d been sporting given my awful health needed to change immediately. I focused on my hair, shortening the shoulder length, curly mass into something more manageable and cute, the curls straightening and changing color until I had a silver bob cut that looked fantastic against my mahogany skin. My hoodie and jeans shifted and melded together, their colors brightening into a sunflower printed dress in a lime green, strapless to show off my shoulders. My worn tennis shoes became sandals with a daisy on the top strap of each shoe. “I am goddamned stunning!” I thought to myself as I gave a giddy twirl in front of the mirror before making my way back out into the main station. The barista at the nearby coffee shop gave me a coffee and bagel free of charge because she thought I was so pretty and made her way around the counter at my insistence to give me a kiss and put her number into my phone. “You can call me any time, day or night!” she eagerly offered, desperate to please me and prove devotion to me. I put my phone into my handbag and smiled at her. “Sophie, was it?” I asked, ignoring her name tag. The blonde nodded vigorously, a huge smile plastered on her face. “Yes, ma’am, but you can call me anything you like!” she offered. It wasn’t her fault she was being so pathetically needy, I was exerting that trait on her, pushing her as I explored my newfound abilities. “What about bitch?” I asked coyly. “Would you appreciate me calling you bitch?” I added. Without hesitation she nodded once more. “Yes, ma’am, thank you, ma’am!” she said with a little curtsy that I thought I’d like to see her perform. “Take off your clothes, bitch.” I whispered softly into her ear. In a flash she was stripping for me, slowing down to make it sexier for me as each piece of clothing left her body and gathered in a small pile on the floor at my feet, an offering to her new goddess. I looked her up and down slowly, marveling at how underdeveloped she truly was once her padded bra was removed. “How old are you, bitch?” I asked her. “Twenty five, ma’am.” she responded obediently. I smiled at her. “You’re sure it’s not two or five?” I asked as I traced a fingernail over her puffy pink nipple, delighting in her soft shudder of pleasure. She shook her head. “No, ma’am!” she answered quickly before my will brought a look of uncertainty to her face. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked softly, my tone dripping with feigned concern. She shook her head to try and sort her thoughts, memories of her adulthood tumbling out of her head with the jostling. “Five is a big girl number!” she chirped proudly. I chuckled and nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” I said. “Much too big for you, right?” I asked. Her eyes lost the luster of decades of knowledge, reverting to a more wide and innocent state as she stuck her thumb into her mouth and giggled as she nodded and looked at me adoringly. With a push of my will, her clothes slithered up from the floor, climbing her legs like snakes up a tree, morphing into something more appropriate for her new mindset. The cluster of adult clothing became a thick cloth diaper and lavender plastic pants and a belly shirt the same color with white lace on the hem and sleeves. Her hair worked itself into a pair of pigtails and her name plate formed into a pacifier and leapt into her mouth as she removed her thumb. She wobbled unsteadily and reached out for me, giggling again as I held out my arms and steadied her, helping her down to the floor where she sat on her bottom with legs splayed out in front of her suckling intently on her pacifier. “Can you say, ‘thank you, Mommy’?” I asked her as I looked down with a pleased grin. She burbled a bit of drool coated nonsense at me and wiggled where she sat as I patted the top of her head. I strolled down the walkway of the train station making little changes here and there for my amusement, a Karen complaining about her ticket to a young man at the customer service counter devolved into a little yipping dog inside of a carrier bound for somewhere she couldn’t bother anyone. A particularly crabby looking man at the bar joined his kids at the claw machine, finding that his new older brother and sister had nothing but teases and taunts for the little boy that cried for his mother as he wet his pants. Taking a seat on a newly appeared luxuriously comfortable chair amid the benches in the waiting area, I twisted my panties beneath my dress into a diaper similar to the one the book man had been wearing, just to see what it felt like, giggling softly as I rose slightly on the bench as the bulk swelled beneath me. Lifting my dress to look at my new undergarment brought a smile to my face as the colorful cartoon characters of my youth adorned the plastic shell. I relaxed my bladder and gasped as the sensation of my warm liquid swirling around inside my diaper before being absorbed brought a whole new level of arousal to my consciousness. The woman across from me smiled at me when she saw me looking at my diaper and I smiled back and urged her to come to me, which she did, leaving her husband to crawl to me and kneel in front of me obediently. “Are you a good girl?” I asked her. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am.” she said without hesitation. I spread my legs and lifted my dress, my diaper dissolving away to show her my hairless sex. “Show me.” I told her. As the stranger began to lick me lovingly, I turned my attention to her husband, bringing him crawling over to me as well, his burly, masculine form melting away as he got closer until he was a buxom young woman, the years falling off of him until he was barely legal. As he climbed onto the bench and sidled up beside me his clothes changed from the stuffy business attire to a babydoll tee and a skirt so short I could see his puffy pink lips glistening beneath. I filled my breasts with milk as I’d done with the woman earlier and pulled the lusty little thing to them and gasped as she latched on and began to nurse, the combination of ministrations above and below bringing me over the edge and grabbed his wife by the back of her head and forced her against me as I came harder than I ever had before. I lazily looked down at his wife, face slick with my love and softly stroked her hair. “Good girl, that made Mommy very happy.” I praised, smiling as she giggled and climbed up onto the bench to latch onto my other breast, feeding beside her new sister. When my girls had filled their bellies I returned my breasts to normal and had them stand up in front of me and gave them matching dresses, the kind of frilly thing a toddler would wear to Easter service at church and made sure their new diapers shown beneath the bottom of the dresses before I sent them off to play with their dolls. “Jasmine Perkins?” a man’s voice came from behind me. Turning at the sound of my name I saw a tall man in a suit holding up his badge, a shimmering black disk with a pentagram on the face of it. “Who are you? How do you know my name?” I asked as I took a cautious step backward. “You already know the answers to those questions, Jasmine.” He said as he walked around the bench and put his badge away as he made his way to me. “You really shouldn’t have come here, you aren’t well.” he said. I scoffed. “I’m fine, man.” I told him, willing him to stop advancing toward me. “You can’t do anything to me, Jasmine, we’re immune to your power.” he told me. The headache came roaring back, making me double over in pain as I held my head with both hands. I saw two other people in suits advancing from the crowd to my right and left and backed up slowly as he got closer. “Just surrender and we can get you the help you need.” he told me calmly. The people all around me rose to their feet and swarmed him, fighting to defend me as if I were their queen, the crowds on either side of me doing the same with the others allowing me to turn and make a break for it, the world spinning in my vision as I staggered to the train platform. I heard screaming and felt a whoosh of energy behind me that almost sent me to the ground, but I managed to keep myself moving as I pushed through the doors to the platform. “Nowhere to run, Jasmine!” the man called out from somewhere behind me. “No train’s coming for you.” he said smugly. The throbbing in my head was unbearable now and I felt blood leaving my nose and rolling over my lips, the smell of burning hair filling my nostrils as I fell to my knees. “That’s it, surrender and we’ll get you the help you need.” he repeated as he walked up behind me. I was panting now, my brain on fire and my vision reduced to merely pinholes as the pain swallowed up everything but my most basic of thoughts and functions. “Not. Surrendering.” I growled as I let go and allowed the pain to swallow me up. A violent tearing sound, deafening and total was all that could be heard aside from my own screaming and it seemed to drag on for an eternity as the brightest light imaginable swallowed everything around me and then I was tumbling through a tunnel of nothingness and the rushing sound of my own velocity replaced the chaos noises, and then it was all gone. Silence reigned supreme for what could’ve been a nanosecond or the entire span of human history until it was challenged by the soft melody of a lullaby generated from somewhere and nowhere at the same time. The tinny music filled my ears and the white began to fade allowing me to see the bright colors surrounding me, a ring of soft cartoon characters gently spun above me, the barred sides on either side of me rising high above where I lay. I felt myself smile and heard a gurgle as a happy feeling welled up within me and escaped my lips, sneaking out beneath the rubbery thing in my mouth. Words formed in my mind, names for the things I was seeing, all classified as being owned by me. There was my mobile, and my crib, and my pacifier, and then the feeling of my diaper growing warmer and wetter as my tinkle entered it. “Good morning, Jasmine!” a woman cooed from the other side of the room. I looked and felt that happiness again as I recognized the woman as my Mommy, though she was my own age, she was still the changer of diapers and giver of cuddles and bringer of milky boobies, the last one bringing an empty grumble from my tummy just thinking about it. “As you can see, the subject returns to her “safe space” when faced with adversity or fear.” Mommy said to a group of men and women behind her, all in the same white coats as Mommy. The people wrote on their clipboards and nodded. “So, you let her leave and do whatever she wants and trust that she’ll return?” one girl asked. Mommy shook her head. “Not exactly, Jasmine is far and away the most powerful being on Earth, we couldn’t stop her if we tried to.” she said as she walked over to the crib and reached inside to stroke my still silvery short hair. “We let her play with her toys for a little bit and then ensure she returns by sending our agents out to corral her into returning here, in the between times we ensure that her awareness of her power is diminished as much as possible through a combination of hypnosis, embedded in the music she hears all day and inhibitors in the food and drink she has outside of her normal breastfeeding.” she explained. “How do the agents keep from being affected by her?” one of the men asked. Mommy smiled at me. “Jasmine’s powers are only effective against beings with conscious thought or objects in the world, we created the agents with that in mind and found that she has no control over them and they became her babysitters of sorts.” she explained. “Is it safe for us to be in here with her?” another woman asked. Mommy nodded. “Jasmine can do things to you in here, I won’t lie, but she’s far less likely to do so here in her safe space where she’s calm and happy.” she said. The group wrote more on their clipboards. “Hungry, Mommy!” I burbled around my pacifier. Mommy smiled and let down the side of the crib before she picked me up as though I weighed nothing and carried me over to the rocking chair where she efficiently got me set up at her breast for my feeding. “As you can see, Jasmine has ensured that she can be taken care of as easily as a real infant, reducing her perceived weight to that of a mere newborn.” she explained as she rocked me and gently rubbed my back. I closed my eyes and savored the warm milk as it flowed down my throat and envisioned the cute blonde in the group. Her white coat and professional attire warping into a simple shirt and diaper similar to my own as her hair fell from its ponytail and bunched up into pigtails on either side of her head. “Jasmine!” Mommy scolded. I giggled, milk dribbling down my cheek as I heard the crinkling of the blonde’s diaper as she crawled over to us. “Clearly Jasmine took a shine to you, little one.” Mommy cooed to the blonde as she stopped at Mommy’s feet. Baby babble escaped the blonde’s lips behind me and Mommy scooted off the rocking chair and down to the floor to let my new sister join me for lunch on her other breast. “Why don’t you all head out to the hall while I finish with these two, and we’ll head to the storage facility to see the objects of power we’ve collected over the years.” Mommy told the group. Once they were all gone I looked up at Mommy and our eyes met and she smiled down at me. “She was a very bright young girl, Jasmine.” she told me. The blonde suckled noisily beside me and I unlatched from Mommy’s breast. “Do I hafta turn her back?” I asked. Mommy nodded softly. “She can spend the night with you here, but tomorrow she goes back to normal, okay?” she asked. I nodded. “Okay, Mommy!” I chirped happily before latching on to finish my meal. “Good girl.” Mommy whispered as she stroked my hair. “You’ll always be Mommy’s good girl, won’t you, Jasmine?” she asked. I nodded softly and closed my eyes, thinking about all the things Mommy had said to the people that were with her, wondering absently about what hypnosis and inhibitors were, but the sound of my new sister making a poopy in her diaper distracted me. “Looks like someone is racing you to poopy town.” Mommy cooed as she rubbed the blonde’s back softly. My thoughts focused on beating my new sister as I eagerly began to fill my own diaper. “I guess those things aren’t really important.” I thought to myself as Mommy praised me for winning the dirty diaper race. “Maybe I’ll try and figure it out tomorrow.” I decided.