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  1. This is my first ABDL story and I hope I can stick with it. I also hope you guys enjoy it and any feed back would be welcome. Chapter 1 The music filled bar turned into a blur of colors as Levi threw back his head to empty the shot of rum down his waiting throat. The liquid burned all he way down and Levi coughed a little and shook his head reactively. “Looks like someone can’t handled his alcohol.” The voice came from his left and Levi glanced over to see a red-headed woman chuckling at him. “I can handled my alcohol just fine,” Levi answered back with tears in his eyes. “I just don’t like to make the shots look bad so I let them think they got the better of me.” He tried to laugh but it turned into a cough shortly after. In truth Levi never could handled his alcohol very well but that never stopped his urge to drink. The woman covered her mouth and giggled. “That’s a good idea. If the alcohol got wind of your strong tolerance it might stop working. It would be a shame if you sobered up on me.” Levi was finally able to stop his coughing and he was able to really take a good look at the woman. She was sitting on the barstool with her legs crossed and swilling her martini with an olive stick. Her auburn hair hung free framing her very pretty freckled face. She was still smiling as she watched Levi with interest in her stunning green eyes. Levi’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to the shapely legs sticking out from under her tight black dress. From what he could tell she would easily be taller than himself; at a lowly five foot four, he was shorter than most adults. “And why would that be such a shame,” Levi answered back. He wouldn’t call himself a ladies man by any means. Usually women were put off by his height, but this woman seemed obviously interested in him. “Planning on taking advantage of me?” She giggled again. “You caught me. In fact I was actually planning on taking one of your kidneys.” Levi laughed. “If that’s all you wanted you could have just asked. I luckily have two and would gladly give one up to a pretty girl like you.” “Be careful now,” She said slyly. “Keep saying things like that and I may start to believe you’re flirting with me, and that may not be very responsible.” “Shit, you’re right,” Levi said, unable to hide his huge grin. This beautiful girl was hard core flirting with him and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t already infatuated. “But then again I didn’t bring a babysitter so I think I can afford to be a little irresponsible.” “Now that just won’t do. An innocent boy out without his babysitter?” She leaned in closer to Levi and took his hand. “I’ll tell you what little one. Because you obviously need looking after, I will be your designated babysitter.” Levi blushed when she called him “little one”. He had always been self conscious about his size but he tried to push it away, knowing she didn’t mean it as an insult. “Hmmm I don’t know,” Levi said, enjoying the game they were playing. “I’m feeling naughty tonight and I’d rather not be reigned in for my lechery.” He pulled her hand up and kissed it. She giggled again and pulled her hand away. “See that’s exactly why you need a babysitter. I will keep you in check and,” she leaned in and whispered the the next part in his ear, “punish you if you misbehave.” Levi felt a shiver go down his spine and he was instantly, and very noticeably, aroused. She leaned back and smiled as she looked down at the front of his pants. “That settles it. I, Becky Roberts, will be your official babysitter tonight. Now, little boy,” she said, overemphasizing the last words, “tell your babysitter your name sweetie.” He was now putty in her hands, and she knew it. “I have the pleasure of being Levi, and I guess I can trust you to be my babysitter, but I can’t promise I will behave.” Levi caught the eyes of the bartender and she came over. “Please make me, and the beautiful redhead here a trash can.” It might have been from all the alcohol he had consumed that night, but Levi was already in love. After about two hours of hard drinking and continuous flirting, they left the bar to get some fresh air and also do a bit of adventuring. The moment they stood up from their stools, Levi saw that she had a good five inches on him, which made him blush and look down at his feet. However, Becky was having none of that and she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar with a giggle. “What do you do for a living,” Becky asked as they walked down the dark street, hand in hand. “I’m a phleb... a phlebobiss.” When Levi drank, his speech was usually the first thing to go and phlebotomist was not an easy word to say at the moment. “I stick needles in peoples arms. “Oh so your a nurse.” She chuckled. “Little nurse Levi. I would love to see you in one of those sexy nurse outfits.” “I wish I was a nurse. Thay make so much more money than me, and I would rock the hell out of that outfit.” Levi felt a quick swat on his backside; it wasn’t a hard swat but it caught him off guard. “Language little one, or I’ll take you over my knee.” She winked and Levi shivered with excitement. He seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. The girl seemed to know exactly what to say or do to push his buttons. Levi kept worrying he was going to wake up soon and realize she was just a dream, but thankfully that haven’t happened as of yet. “So you take peoples blood then?” “Technically yes, but we are actually collecting the plasma from their blood.” “I hate needles,” she said cringing, “I don’t know how you can do that but it sounds cool.” “Funnily enough I hate needles too, but it’s actually pretty easy.” Levi was starting to feel the urge to pee and thought it best to speak up. “Hey could we maybe walk back toward a bar or something? I gotta use the bathroom.” They were currently walking past houses and to their left was an old elementary school. “Aww does my little man have to go potty,” she said, adopting a childish voice and making Levi blush. “Well have no fear babysitter Becky in on the case, and I’ve got a much better idea!” She stopped abruptly and pointed to the school. “How good are you and climbing?” Levi was taken aback. “You want to break into a school?” “That’s exactly what I want to do and I’m in charge so,” she stuck out her tongue, and pulled Levi toward the chain link fence. Levi had no choice to follow, and after much huffing and puffing, and a hole ripped in his shirt, they were over the fence, and shortly after that, through the window of the school. Thankfuly the window had been unlocked. “Now little man, lets find you a potty.” Once again she took his hand a led him through the school. “The school looked pretty old, though Levi knew it was still in use. However, it was currently the middle of summer so it had been empty for about a month now. Levi had never been to this particular school, but from how familiar Becky seemed to be with it, she must have went here as a kid. “Here we are,” she said, pushing open a door with the name “Miss Fitts” on it. “This in the nurses office and she’s got a much better bathroom than the kid’s bathrooms.” They pushed though the office which was filled with cabinets, cupboards, and a exam table in the center. To the very back was another door which was labeled “bathroom”. Becky pulled him back to the door and grabbed the handle, opening it. “Now can I trust you to go alone, or do want me to help?” Levi laughed and shook his head. “I think I’ll manage. I don’t think the toilet will swallow me up here.” “It had better not,” she said sternly. “I will be very upset if it does. Now hurry along little one, we don’t want you have an accident.” Levi laughed again and pushed into the bathroom. The room looked overall ordinary aside from the toilet, which was obviously made for a child so it was much shorter than he was used to. In his drunken state, he thought he had better sit down to pee rather than risk making a mess of the bathroom. Levi quickly finished up his business, then pulled his pants up, washed his hands, and exited the bathroom. When he came back into the nurses office he spotted Becky smiling at him with both of her hand hiding something behind her back. A drawer was slightly open behind her but Levi was unable to make out any of the contents. “What have you got there,” he asked. “Well,” she said, her smile growing bigger. “Considering the fact that I am your babysitter, I thought it would be fun if we both got more into our roles and as such,” she reveled the object from behind her back and Levi felt his face burn beet red. “No, there is no way I’m wearing that!” “Oh come on don’t be such a baby.” The irony of her goading wasn’t lost on him as he looked at the blue and white Pull-Up in her hands. The thing looked obviously big enough to fit Levi’s smaller frame, and the Blue’s Clues paw prints seemed to be staring at him mockingly. “The fact of the matter is I am not a baby and I don’t need diapers.” Levi folded his arms and looked over at the wall so he didn’t have to look at the thing. “It is not a diaper it’s training pants,” she walked up to him, threw her arms around him, and grabbed his chin. The next thing he knew, her lips were on his and he was lost in euphoria. It was in that moment he knew he didn’t want to be with anybody else for the rest of his life. It just felt right and that magic, everyone was always talking about when they fell in love, Levi felt a thousand times over in that moment. Her lips were warm and moist, and almost as if by impulse, Levi wrapped his arms around her and pushed his fingers into her sweet smelling hair. It was only a few seconds but it felt infinitely longer than those short seconds. When they pulled apart and he looked into her stunning green eyes, they both knew she had won. “Fine I’ll wear the damn thing.” She put her hand threateningly on his backside and warned, “Language.”
  2. PrincessTiffani

    Not Our Usual Game

    (Here's the first installment of my first story. It's multi part. ) “You look like a little baby girl!” my wife snickered, condescendingly, as I stood looking at myself in the full length mirror in our bedroom. I was admiring myself, dressed in a delicate little pink babydoll nightie that was so short that my little pink satin panties peeked out from underneath the lacy white hem. It almost didn’t even matter that the babydoll was so short, because the material was sheer enough that you could just almost see through it anyway. Wearing it felt essentially like being naked. Sheer white thigh high stockings adorned my smooth legs. I was wearing my very favorite pink patent leather high heels. I had just done my nails, makeup and hair, and was admiring the pretty little sissy girl I saw staring back at me in the mirror, when my wife popped into the bedroom and said that. I was thinking the same thing, but it was even more embarrassing to hear her say it out loud, with such a playful mocking tone in her voice. She was right, I did look like a little baby girl. That’s been my secret fantasy for as long as I could remember. I blushed and looked down, noticing in my reflection how awkwardly I stood on the ridiculously high heels I was wearing. I was still getting used to walking gracefully in them, and even standing properly was an effort. I didn’t know how to respond to my wife’s little comment, as she giggled. She had her phone in her hand, as if she had just taken a picture. Ultimately, It didn’t matter that I was at a loss for words, because she wasn’t waiting for a response. Instead, she giggled again, and walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, preoccupied with her phone. “You’d better hurry up, little missy, and get in here and make me a drink before I get impatient!” I heard her calling out from the other room. This is a game that we usually play on weekend nights. I get dressed up in my prettiest sissy things, and we indulge in some kinky roleplay. But unbeknownst to me, tonight we would play in a whole new way. “Y-yes. I’ll be right in” I said nervously, tossling my shoulder length hair one last time before following her into the living room. I pranced, awkwardly, trying to be graceful and feminine walking in these heels, but fearing that I still hadn’t quite mastered it. When I joined her in the living room, my wife was on the sofa, still focused mostly on her phone. It seemed like she was texting one of her friends. “What would you like for me to make for you?” I asked, with a curtsey and a blushing smile. We’d played this little game before. She looked up from her phone, looking me up and down. She smirked when she noticed my erection, apparent through my little pink satin panties. “Tsk. That’s not very ladylike.” She said mockingly. “I’m sorry” I blushed. “I can’t help it.” “Oh I know” She deadpanned. “You don’t get this turned on looking at a girl in lingerie, but you sure do get turned on dressing like one.” I can hear the condescension in her voice. “Sit down here” she said, patting on the coffee table in front of where she was sitting. “Pull down your panties. And lift up your babydoll dress” Embarrassed, I do as she asks, pulling my panties down, exposing my bare smooth body, then sitting down on the cool coffee table in front of her with my babydoll lifted up. I thought she was going to play with me, but instead, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a stainless steel chastity device. “Hold still” she says coolly as she begins encasing my semi erect penis in the cage. “Since you can’t help yourself you’ll have to be locked up. I’ll keep the key with me. That way you won’t have to worry about not being able to help yourself anymore.” Quickly and without fanfare, she encases me in the chastity device, locking it. The feeling of the cool metal against my skin is amazing. The feeling of being constrained inside of it, locked in and helpless made me feel quite vulnerable and dependent upon my wife. She must have understood how I was feeling too, when she looked at me, grinning with a twinkle in her eye as she held up the tiny key on a necklace. As I sat there helpless, she put the necklace around her neck, fastening the necklace with a devilish smile on her face. She looked amazing sitting there, her petite, buxom figure barely clad, only in a lacy black bra and panties under a silk robe. Her hair was down, her makeup impeccable as always. I felt myself getting aroused just looking at her…only to have that feeling be constrained by the chastity device, preventing me from attaining an erection. Feeling emasculated, and in physical discomfort, I wince and blush, which she notices. She giggles “See? now that’s better. Now you don’t have to say ‘I can’t help myself!’ anymore, now do you? Blushing, I admit “no. No I don’t.” And suddenly I feel very small and even more dependent upon her. She picks up her phone and takes another picture, this time seeming to focus on the chastity device. Giggling, she says “now go get me a glass of wine, sissy” I get up and head over to the bar to fetch her a drink. She seems to ignore me, as her focus is again on her phone. I am trying to get used to the feeling of the chastity device as I stand and walk. It is humiliating to be locked in this thing. “Are you… texting someone?” I ask, casually as I make her drink. She smirks “Maybe I’m texting my new lover.” This game seems to be coming back to familiar territory, where she teases me about having some fictional Alpha male lover who is in on our kinky play. “Oh really?” I ask. “Is he hot?” “Very. And he doesn’t have to put on a pair of panties to get horny for me” I blush, humiliated. “He helped me buy your chastity device. I was just texting him those pictures so he could see how silly you looked in it.” I pause for a moment, staring at her inquisitively as she continues texting. We’ve played this sort of game before, but this was a new twist. Was she taking her roleplay game up a notch, or was she really texting someone? The curiosity and intrigue were intoxicating! My heart began to beat faster and suddenly I had butterflies in my stomach. “Bring me my drink please” she said calmly, her gaze focused on her phone. I picked up a coaster and brought it, along with her drink, across the room where I presented it to my wife in the manner to which she is accustomed. As I strutted across the room, I was aware of the chastity device in my panties, constraining me, a constant reminder of my bondage and submission. It bounced to and fro in my soft silky panties as I walked across the room. “Your drink” I said as she took it from my hands. As she took a sip, I set the coaster on the coffee table and stood up straight once more, curtseying for her. “Very good” She said “You may be useless as a lover, but as a waitress you’re improving.” Again her attention turned to her phone, and the amusing conversation she seemed to be having. “Are you…really texting someone?” I asked gently? “Mmm-hmmm.” She said without looking up, adding “He agreed that you look like a little baby girl” I blush again. “Thank you” “You know what else he says?” She asks, looking at her phone as another text message comes in. This time, I can see the text message appear on her screen. She is definitely actually texting someone. “N-no I don’t.” I say nervously, realizing that this is definitely not the same old game we always play. She smiles devilishly. “He says I should put you in a diaper tonight.” My jaw drops, and my eyes go wide. “And then” she teases, “you can stay here in your diaper, little girl, while I meet him for a drink down the street.” I giggle nervously as she gets up from the sofa, walking slowly across the room. She’s not laughing, however. Her expression is smug, looking back at me as she opens the armoire, and slowly pulls out a diaper! “He’s been telling me that for awhile. He’s very persistent.” I fall silent, watching her as she smirks, holding the padded disposable diaper gently in her hands, waving it so I can see. “And tonight…his persistence is going to be rewarded!” (To be continued!)
  3. (This is a small colab i'm doing with PinkTheDinosaur. Just a small side project for the both of us to do during our free time. This story contains sexual themes so if that is not your thing please leave.) “Come on Melissa, Please!” Kari begged. “Fine, but only for a bit,” Melissa said annoyed at her best friend. “But you do know Hypnosis is fake right?” “Well see!” Kari yelled excitedly as the 7-year-old turned off the lights and pulled out a lighter. Kari had her friend look at the flame and began trying to put Melissa into a trance. After 2 tries, Kari had done it! Melissa stood there, staring blankly at the flame and slightly drooling. Kari had no idea what to do now that her friend was like this. But she had to test it out. “Melissa, suck on your thumb,” Kari told her friend. Melissa raised her hand and began sucking on her thumb. “Awesome!” Kari cheered. “Ok, ok, Melissa, whenever I say “nighty night meli” you will fall into this trance. Melissa nodded. “You will do everything I say and not remember I said it,” Kari told her friend who nodded again. Kari then snapped her fingers and Melissa was taken out of the trance. “Whap?” Melissa said as she realized she was sucking her thumb. “Why am I…” “I made you do it with hypnosis!”Kari exclaimed. “Kari, there's no such thing as hypnosis,” Melissa told her friend. “Is too! I just did it to you!” Kari shouted. “Fine, then prove it,” Melissa demanded. “Make me do something that I wouldn't do otherwise.” “Fine! nighty night meli!” Kari shouted and Melissa went into her trance. But Kari had no idea what to do. Her mind was racing and she wasn't thinking straight. If she was she would say something like, “Write a letter to yourself revealing a secret and saying hypnosis is real.” “Every time you say hypnosis isn't real you'll pinch yourself.” “You'll cluck like a chicken every few seconds until you admit hypnosis is real.” But no, part of her was mad that she didn't believe her, so… “Poop in your pants next time you say hypnosis isn't real,” Kari told her then snapped. “Well?” Melissa asked. “I did it already,” Kari told her. Melissa looked around but saw nothing different and nothing to show she was hypnotized. “Right… believe what you want but hypnosis still isn't real.” Suddenly Melissa let out a loud fart that made both girls jump. Then Melissa’s eyes went wide as she began pooping into her panties! Melissa let out a loud scream before rushing to the bathroom but it was too late. Melissa’s mom heard the scream and came to see her daughter had pooped in her white panties and left a brown stain on them. Kari was then sent home while Melissa’s mom dealt with her daughter. The last thing Kari remembers about her old friend was that she had to wear pull ups for a week after that. Then she moved away. Kari was very upset that her friend was now gone but they promised that they would see each other again one day and that they would always be friends. Only one of those came true… Years later, when Kari turned 16, Melissa moved back. But Melissa had become a stuck up bitch. Melissa was hot and she knew it. Well-toned, curves, nice ass, B-cup boobs, long blond hair. Kari? She was tall and thin. But not much else. At first, Kari was excited to see her old friend. Hoping they could still connect after all these years! But that didn't happen. Instead, Melissa had forgotten all about Kari. While this upset Kari, she at least hoped her the best and hoped to possibly become friends with her again. Instead, Melissa pulled an evil prank on Kari in order to get in with the other popular crowd of Kari's school. During gym, Melissa pored itching powder down the front of Kari’s underwear while she was changing. “Wow Kari, do you got crabs or something?” Melissa asked as Kari began itching in front of the other girls in the locker room. And that's what Kari became known for. For the next 2 years, Melissa continued to bully Kari. Pulling pranks, spreading rumors, and doing everything she could just to humiliate Kari. Then one day, when both happen to go to the college bathroom at the same time, Kari confronted her about it. Kari told Melissa all about how they use to be friends, played together, took baths together, and shared secrets with each other. But Melissa denied it. Then Kari brought up the last time she saw Melissa was when she pooped her panties. That's when Kari remembered the hypnosis. “nighty night meli,” Kari told her bully and had her fall into her old trance. Kari was surprised it still worked. It’s been almost 10 years since it was used! But as soon as she knew it worked, Kari began to think of how she could get back at her bully. Make her run around the school naked? Give a few nerds a blowjob? Have her do something embarrassing in front of her “friends”? No, if she was going to do this, Kari wanted to do it right and take it nice and slow… *********** a few months later ********* “Melissa, your brother and I are going to the store. We'll be back in a little while!” Melissa’s mom yelled. “OK!” Melissa yelled back. Melissa listens for the front door to open and shut before Melissa got up. “Finally! I can get some privacy!” Melissa yelled as she walked out of her room. It was now summer time and Melissa was grounded. Her mom had ground her because of her bad grades. She now wasn't allowed out of the house all summer. Plus she wasn't allowed to have electronics at all. When Melissa had tried to sneak her brother's phone into her room to search the internet, her mom decided she couldn't be trusted behind a closed door and removed it. This had really frustrated Melissa. Now she had no phone, no computer, no privacy, and worst of all, nowhere to masturbate. Melissa was the type of person that needed to rub one out at least once every 3-4 days or she will get really frustrated. Melissa decided to check the whole house just to be certain that her mother was gone before she made her way to her little brother's room. Melissa can only get off while wearing underwear, but she has a small problem, she pees every time she climaxes. She's forgotten how long this has been happening but its been a while. Melissa had to be very careful at hiding her wet panties and has ruined at least a third of her underwear already. Then Melissa thought up a workaround. Her little brother was 6 and still a bedwetter. All Melissa had to do was were his underwear and their mom will just think it was from his accidents. Perfect! She pulled open his underwear drawer and pulled out one of his tighty whities. She slipped out of her underwear and pulled the new ones on. They were a little tight but fit just enough to feel like panties. She is already very excited about all of this and can already feel her pussy getting wet. She’ll just head to the bathroom and rub one out before her mom gets home. But as she turns to leave, something catches her eye. Her brother's body pillow. Melissa isn't a stranger to humping a pillow, but after ruining one of her's she hasn't done it since. But she remembered how good it felt. “Maybe just for a minute and I'll finish in the bathroom,” Melissa said out loud to no one as she got on her little brother's bed and sat down on the body pillow. Once she was there she began to grind her body on the pillow while one hand stroked her pussy. Melissa loved the feeling of the underwear over her pussy as she got herself excited before she began to hump the pillow. The pillow was soft and fluffy as Melissa rubbed her crotch on it. “I-i love this!” Melissa yelled as she humped the pillow. On any normal day, she would use her hand or a toy to get herself off, but a soft pillow was just as good for Melissa. Melissa could feel that she was on the edge, could feel the pressure building up. She knew she should head to the bathroom and finish, she knew what would happen if she didn't, but the pillow just felt too good! “I'm almost there!” Melissa yelled as she began humping harder and faster. “IM CUMMING IM CUMMING!!!!!” Melissa closed her eyes as she screamed out in pleaser and she had a great orgasm! But as she was panting and opened her eyes, she saw her wide-eyed mother staring back at her in shock. Then, Melissa began peeing in her little brother's underwear while still on top of his pillow and bed. ******** “And that's what led little Melissa here to need a babysitter.” Melissa’s mom said as she leads the babysitter to Melissa’s room. “She’s to stay in those pull-ups all summer and possibly all of the next school year.” Melissa was fuming as her mom led the babysitter into her room without asking. She was bright red as she tried to pull her shirt down to cover her pull up. Her mother had taken away all of her underwear and locked up her pants and skirts. The only time she got pants now was when her mother was taking her somewhere in public. “Know I know this is a weird circumstance, but I have no other option. With my husband gone and Melissa unreliable to watch Danny, I just needed someone to watch the two of them.” “It's no problem, I'll make sure they both stay in line,” Kari told Melissa’s mother with a smile on her face. (I hope you all like the first chapter to our story. If you like it, please check out one of our other stories.we would greatly appreciate it. Also, we have a challenge you you all! FINISH THE JOKE! A mom, her baby girl, and her sissy walk into a bar… Whoever can come up with the funniest joke will have it be part of the chapter! And will get a shout out from us!)
  4. Hello friends, this is a repost - I was going to fill in the old thread that still had some of the comments, but that was deleted completely recently. So here we go. I'll be posting 2-3 chapters per day to allow for discussion (it'll be new for some people). When the story is done, I'll share a brand new one! ----------------------------- "No, Aimee, for the millionth time, I won't diaper you. You're my roommate, not my baby. I'm sorry your job sucks, but do you really want to just throw away your adulthood?" Fiona was exasperated at her roommate's constant attempts to get her to Amazon-up and baby her. She kept finding Little goods catalogs casually left around the apartment, showing happy Amazon mommies cuddling their fully-grown adult Littles. They watched the news together, they both knew how bad it could be on other islands. Catalon, for example, didn't even see Littles as persons. They were second-class citizens at best, pets at worst. No Little there went undiapered. Here on Gaule things were drastically different. Gaule still had a thriving native Little population, most of them fully functioning adults."Fiona, c'mon.. we've known each other forever. You can't honestly say you haven't wanted to see me in a diaper, even one time?" Aimee blinked her long black eyelashes at her roommate. She had her blonde hair in ringlets and was wearing a pink t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it, Patron Saint of Diapered Littles, under her shortalls. She purposefully dressed in a way that made her cute and vulnerable. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes that most Amazons prized, but Fiona just wouldn't budge."I can honestly say I have never wanted to see you in a diaper, you silly Little. If you want to be adopted that badly, why don't you just go stand in the middle of a store and pee yourself?" Fiona folded her arms across her chest, covering up the TARDIS on her worn t-shirt. She leaned away slightly from her pushy roomie."Owie," Aimee frowned, "I don't want just anyone, Fi.. if I did that, who knows what would happen. I could end up in an orphanage or something, I don't want that. And my job sucks more than you can even imagine. And it's not like you need my help to pay the rent! You just got promoted AGAIN." Fiona would be the perfect mommy, Aimee just knew it. She knew that if she could just get her friend to buckle once, to see how wonderful it was to snuggle someone who needed you, everything would just fall into place. She stared up into her friend's green eyes, reaching up and flipping her tight brown ponytail. Fiona hated makeup and her long hair, she'd shave it off if she could, but she needed it in her climb to the top at work."I have zero interest in taking care of someone's diapers, and you're an adult. You're my friend. We play games and watch movies. And yes, I got promoted but that doesn't mean you can just give up on being an adult. How is your job that bad?""I'm a greeter, Fiona. A greeter. I greet people. I stand on top of a big platform in a cutesy costume and I welcome people into the store. For eight hours. Each day. I already wear diapers at the store, they're not a big deal. They're actually really comfy. I hate changing myself though, and I hate using our stupid giant toilet here." Fiona didn't mind all the Little-aid devices that were around the house that allowed Aimee to live a normal, adult life. The ladder on the toilet didn't seem like it would be that bad to her."Tough nuggets, Aims. I'm not changing your diapers, you aren't my Little. If you're so keen on being a baby, why haven't you put out an ad or gotten adopted by someone while you're on the job?""Oh yeah, I want someone I don't know, or someone who works at the same awful store as I do as my mommy. No. My badge says clearly that I'm licensed, nobody can claim me without my permission. I give you permission!" Aimee flung herself into Fiona's arms, knocking Fiona's controller out of her hands, clutching at her shirt and clinging to her."Ugh," Fiona pushed the Little back onto her own couch cushion, "For the last time, no. And it's your turn to cook tonight. Finish your move in the game and go start dinner while I take my turn.""It's not fair," Aimee whined, turning back to the TV and picking up her controller, "I thought all you Amazons had crazy hormones that made you want to baby cute Littles like me." Aimee put in her orders, instructing her civilization that all Littles should be diapered no matter what, which caused her international reputation to plummet. She ended up making choices like these in most of the games they played, Littles ended up diapered like it was the way things were supposed to be. Fiona thought her dear friend should probably visit a therapist to talk about it, but any time she pressed the issue, things went very badly."You're not as cute as you think," Fiona tickled her roommate as she delivered the joke, "And who would honestly want to wipe someone else's butt? I've never understood it.""You're supposed to want to, we're supposed to be irresistible. I know it's not me, I get asked to come home with a customer at least once a week," Aimee sighed, knowing not to push this too far, Fiona would get really upset if anyone implied she was abnormal, "I just wish you wanted me that way, Fi. You're really great." Fiona allowed Aimee to lay her blonde curls across her Amazon lap. Aimee finished her turn from this odd angle, it didn't matter that they watched each others' turns - they always had it set so they were in a permanent alliance. It was always the two of them against the world.With a dramatic sigh, Aimee put the controller down on the coffee table and trudged to the kitchen. Aimee was actually a really good cook, she had this knack for knowing exactly what spices and what proportions to use, she never used a cookbook or a recipe. Tonight was chicken enchiladas, one of Fiona's absolute favorite of Aimee's dishes. Fiona chose to dream of her wonderful, gooey, cheesy chicken delights rather than focusing on how Aimee was getting incredibly pushy again. She hadn't pushed this hard in a while, things must actually be pretty rough at her job. The last time she got in a big fight at work, before she changed jobs, Aimee had actually started having "accidents" in the apartment, but Fiona had made it clear that she was either to take care of her own diapers or find another place to live. They'd been friends forever, but she just wasn't going to deal with that. Aimee's bladder control returned miraculously shortly afterward.Aimee was right, they didn't need her money to pay for anything in the apartment. Fiona had just made VP at work and money was not an issue.. but she really, truthfully had no interest in owning a Little. She never had, no one in her family did. She had grown up very nearby a Little community and had been friends with many in her youth, the thought of treating her good friend like a baby was just weird. She didn't understand why anyone would want it at all. Littles were adults, they weren't as smart or as strong as an Amazon, but they grew up and learned things and had thoughts and feelings just like anyone. They could be productive members of society, they could fall in love. Not that Fiona understood a lot about love, either.She focused on her turn, using her civilization to make peace on behalf of their alliance. The President of her democratic government was a Little, and had to spend a lot of time explaining her backwards partner's anti-Little attitudes. Honestly, it made the game more challenging. Fiona hated it when they teamed up and the game was too easy, she may as well just play solitaire. But she got to build up her military to defend Aimee's borders and work out the diplomacy, while at the same time protecting her own Littles from the worldwide attitude shift that Aimee's civ caused.Dinner was wonderful as always, Aimee put Fiona's own culinary skills completely to shame. The spanish rice and black beans were perfect. Fiona took just a moment to wipe the footprints off the countertops, it was totally and completely worth it. As was the deal, Fiona took care of all of the dishes on Aimee's night to cook. She helped Aimee down from her Littles chair and took her cartoonish pony plate and rubber fork. Aimee bought those with her own money, she wasn't going to make her get rid of them. If Aimee really wanted to wear diapers and be a baby, that was fine.. as long as she did her share of the chores, kept cooking her wonderful meals, and took care of her own diapers. In fairness, Aimee's share of the chores was smaller. She had to go to extra effort to make meals large enough to satisfy Fiona's Amazonian hunger so Fiona took care of the majority of the chores in general, especially the ones that would require more strength than Aimee had. Fiona took care of most of the dishes and the garbage, Aimee did a lot of the cooking and always took care of her own laundry.As usual, the pair stayed up a little bit too late playing their game. Aimee fell asleep on the couch during a particularly difficult turn for Fiona, who carried her off to bed and tucked her in. Aimee had to struggle very hard not to smile as her giant friend carried her, cradled in her strong arms. She "fell asleep" like this quite often, she'd hate to tip off Fiona that it wasn't always real. Being carried was addictive though, Fiona was always so careful, so gentle. Before leaving the Little's bedroom with its tiny furniture, she shook her head as she picked up a fallen pacifier and dropped it on Aimee's desk. She slipped out quietly and closed the door, then closed the smaller, Little door as well with a soft click.Fiona was pretty sure that her Little friend's longing was just a "grass is always greener" situation, she wouldn't actually like life as a babified Little. And even though she had mentioned it, she would be heartbroken if an Amazon came and took her best friend away from her. Somehow she didn't think she'd be able to go have video game playdates as a visitor in a nursery. She sighed as she climbed into her own normal-sized bed, fully expecting to wake up to Aimee snuggled in her arms in the morning. The thought brought a smile. They were best friends, but Fiona really did love Aimee in a way. She wasn't exactly sure in what way, and she wouldn't ever call the feeling "love", but she knew it was there.Her thoughts turned to the stresses of her new position. She was rubbing elbows with a different class of people now, there was a big difference between being a Senior Director in the firm and a Vice-President. Tomorrow was the start of her second week in her new office on the 14th floor, and she was still finding her footing. She wasn't used to having a secretary or having to talk to people outside the firm as part of the job. It was a new skill set she was having to hone. She had the knowledge and the expertise from the internal-facing side, but she had to succeed in this external interfacing capacity if she were going to continue her climb. It had been a long, hard road but she hadn't reached the peak yet. And she wasn't going to give that dream up for anything. Fiona was on a path to make her mark on the whole world, not just to help bring products to the market that made Little lives easier in Gaule, she wanted to reach a position where she could help Native Littles everywhere. Chapter Two Aimee struggled down from the booster seat in the back seat of the car and let herself out. She crossed in front of Fiona's car and waved to her friend to let her know she was okay. Aimee still had to go put on her uniform, it was in the breakroom with her work diapers. Fiona waved back, her hair coiffed perfectly and her dark blue suit immaculate. A gold bracelet glinted on Fiona's wrist as she waved, and then she was gone. Off to live the life of someone with power, while Aimee struggled into her diaper and her hated costume to stand and wave at people who barely paid her any mind. She wished that Fiona would change her mind, even if it was just for a week, and let her be the baby. Stay home, watch TV, snuggle... it sounded amazing. The ultimate vacation, free from all cares and worries, she wouldn't have to do anything at all..."Hey mascot," the voice snapped her back to reality. Kurt. "Need help getting into your diapers?""Kurt, that sounds suspiciously like sexual harassment to me, do I need to go talk with Helen again?" Aimee whirled on him, hands on her hips. Kurt was a jerk, he was only a couple of feet taller than her. He was one of those In-Betweeners who made themselves feel better by being mean to Littles, he was the personification of the idiom 'Shit rolls downhill'. His greasy brown mop hung down into his eyes and his face was broken out in blemishes, he just didn't seem to care enough to take care of himself. He wore the standard uniform, black slacks with a brown collared shirt. He leered at her as he responded."Offering to help a Little into a diaper isn't sexual harassment any more than offering to help a fish flopping on the ground back into the water. You know where you belong, baby girl. Like all Littles, you're just waiting for the right Amazon to scoop you up and whisk you off to a life of bottles and diapers. Everyone knows you like your work uniform.""Go fuck yourself, Kurt," the Little stormed off toward the employee ready area, Kurt couldn't see the tears in her eyes as she left. What hurt the most was that he was right, though. If Fiona offered to sweep her away to a life of cribs and bottles, she'd take it with glee. It was her favorite fantasy. But Kurt made her feel like she was betraying Littles everywhere just by having these feelings.Being Little in an Amazon's world sucks, why shouldn't I want to be cared for and loved? Work sucks, having to struggle to climb everything sucks, finding transportation sucks. Why is it so wrong to want Fiona to just pick me up and carry me? If diapers go with that, fine by me - they're cute and comfy anyway. She was consumed by her thoughts as she locked the door of the employee ready room and stripped. I should probably go to the bathroom first, she thought - she almost always did that first, but Kurt threw her routine off. She laid down and powdered herself as best she could, pulling the medical-looking plain white diaper up between her legs and fastening the tapes. She'd be standing up on the greeting platform for the next eight hours with only a few breaks and the bathroom was on the other side of the store. She had learned quickly that if she spent her break time using the bathroom... she never got a break.Aimee toddled out of the ready room in her neck-to-toe teddy bear costume, the round ear headband atop her blonde curls. The original costume had a head, but they found the customers responded much better to Aimee's bouncing locks, so the manager modified it. They'd actually done an empirical study and discovered that Aimee provided a not insignificant boost in sales when she was the greeter... but they didn't tell her that, of course."Hey Aimee," Helen's voice came from behind Aimee as she toddled toward the front of the store, "Need a lift?""Sure, I'd like that," Aimee agreed, raising her arms. She liked being carried in general, especially when she was having trouble getting around like she did in the bear costume. Helen was a true giantess, too - she was easily a foot taller than the average Amazon, so Aimee felt delightfully small in her arms. Helen scooped her up and smiled down at her as she walked toward the front of the store. "Are you okay? You look a little upset.""You mean I look like an upset Little," Aimee joked, "Kurt was just being a jerk, saying stuff about how Littles belong in diapers, his usual stuff. It just got to me today.""I can talk to him if you'd like," Helen offered, smiling down at Aimee. She had thought about offering to adopt Aimee before, but she had never worked up the courage. Aimee already had to deal with wearing diapers as part of her job, she probably hated the idea of being babied, or so Helen thought. She carried Aimee in one arm and ran her fingers through her short-cut blonde hair. She had brown eyes to Aimee's blue, but they were similar enough in complexion that you could believe for a moment that Aimee was really Helen's relative. "He's got to stop picking on you, it's unprofessional.""Thanks, Helen.. but no," Aimee declined as Helen placed her on the platform above the carts at the front of the store, "I'll handle it. I'll try not to let him get me down. Thanks for looking out for me.""Any time, Aimee. You're a good friend to me," Helen smiled warmly at the Little dressed as a teddy bear, but Aimee didn't pick up on the sad longing that hid just behind that smile."You're a great friend too, Helen," she waved as her giant friend walked away. She turned toward the people walking into the store and shouted, "Welcome to Sir Bearington's! Be sure to check out our special on Little ladders! They're beary great!"* * *Fiona pulled the sedan into her designated parking spot, close to the building. Of all the small perks that came with the new title, the reserved spot was one she enjoyed quite a lot. Her car looked a bit out of place, a simple Honda sandwiched in between a pair of BMWs. She didn't have much practice at being one of the "fancy people", but this was part of the game you had to play if you wanted enough power to make a real difference. She'd have to upgrade her car soon, after another month or two in her new job. Fiona hated buying things on credit, she had an old-fashioned philosophy of wanting pay for things outright and not be beholden to anyone.She smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt as she slid out of the car, grabbing her briefcase from the passenger seat. She sighed at the cheeseburger wrappers Aims had left in the back seat, she'd have to get her Little roommate to clean those up, she couldn't afford the hit to her image at work. They'd just have to excuse her for now, the booster seat would provide all the explanation she needed for the moment. The elevator ride to the 14th floor was pleasant, if a little lonely.. as Senior Director she mingled with her product team a lot, now that she was VP she was a little isolated up there with the executives, but this still felt like the right move."Good morning, Miss Marr," Carol's voice floated across the office as soon as Fiona stepped out of the elevator. This was the hardest thing for her get used to, having a dedicated assistant. She and several other Directors had shared an office assistant before, so it wasn't the fact that her only job was to help out.. it was just that Carol's only duty at all was to help Fiona. Carol was a little bit older than Fiona, but not by much. Today she was wearing a classic red blouse with a lovely gold necklace that matched her gold hoops, her earlobes exposed by her high braided honey brown hair. She was an earth tone and her makeup was perfect with just a touch of eye shadow ad the faintest gloss on her lips. Carol was an expert at wearing just enough makeup to look like she wasn't wearing any at all."Good morning, Carol. But please, call me Fiona," Fiona reminded her gently. She'd been with the company for a long time, almost as long as I had, but always as an executive assistant."Right, sorry Miss M... Fiona," Carol was very good at her job, but old habits die hard, "Your 11 AM called, Mr. Whitmore, he can't come to the office for the meeting today but he said he'd be happy to meet with you at the club."The club, Fiona cursed in her head. She didn't have a membership yet, but she knew she'd need one eventually. Osmium was an fairly exclusive club that many of the movers-and-shakers she'd need to interface with belonged to. A lot of business was done there, and getting on the membership roll was on Fiona's to do list. It was looking like that one would get crossed off sooner rather than later."Please confirm with Mr. Whitmore, I'll be happy to meet him at Osmium," she smiled to Carol as she strode into her office, but she wasn't exactly happy. "Please move my 1 o'clock to allow for travel time." Carol chirped a confirmation, the one PM was an internal briefing, it could wait. Getting Mr. Whitmore's agency to approve the new designs for the Little Pilot seat her team was working on for testing by actual Littles. The design was revolutionary, it used a low-latency neural interface that when installed and configured would allow a Little to drive a full sized car with no further modifications. Littles could technically drive currently, but not all roads had a Little lane, and it was still very dangerous for them, most Littles relied on ride-shares which had their own risks, or public transportation. This would give Littles worldwide more freedom than they had had... well, possibly ever. Lawrence Whitmore was the head of the LPSA, the Littles Product Safety Administration, and Fiona needed his agency to sign off on the testing before they could go any further. It wouldn't be easy due to the social ramifications of the new product, and getting to Mr. Whitmore himself was the fastest strategy.Fiona sat down at her desk and started with the emails that had piled up overnight. She knew the morning would fly by in no time and she'd have to be on her way to the club, she'd need time to do the membership application.. there was no time to waste.* * *Greeting felt like such a waste of time. She just said the same thing over and over - it could be done by a robot, why did they want an actual Little in a bear costume shouting at customers?"Oh my, the cute mascot is working again today," she heard a passing Amazon remark. "I like her much better than the one with the bear mask, she's so adorable! Did you see her ringlets.. " the conversation faded as they walked away, but Aimee felt good. She liked knowing that people thought she was cute. Of course, most of the Little customers didn't seem to approve of her getup, neither the ones who walked in of their own will nor the ones riding in the front of a cart, sucking on a pacifier. She watched jealously as an Amazon mommy pushed a Little girl into the store, the girl had very similar ringlets to Aimee's own. If only that were Fiona and me, she daydreamed for a moment, a dream of Fiona pushing her in a cart like that.. leaning forward and squeezing her diaper and remarking how she would need to be changed soon.."Gaule to Aimee," Kurt's voice shattered her daydream into a million pieces, "Helen's been calling you on the intercom, dummy. Walk your bear butt to her office and then take your break.""Ugh," she groaned, "Thanks Kurt," she said grudgingly as he helped her down off the platform."Sure thing, squirt. Hey, sorry I was rough on you this morning. I.. had a bad night," he walked off before she could respond, but any kind of apology was nice. Aimee wondered if Helen had said something to him. Waddling to the manager's office in a wet diaper and a bear costume took forever, she wondered if she'd have any break time at all when this was done."Great job representing us Littles," a Little man in a t-shirt and jeans said snidely as she passed, "I can smell your piss from here." Aimee blushed and hurried on, she knew she should have gone before putting the costume on, she was wetter than usual for this time of day and the medical grade diapers the company provided weren't the best, it was barely 11 AM - there was still a lot of time left in the workday. By the time she made it to Helen's office, she was fighting tears, feeling betrayed by her own desires. Yes, she was wearing the diaper for the job... but she'd gladly let Fiona diaper her for real, all she had to do was ask. It felt like her fellow Littles could see that hidden desire, and they hated her for her traitorous feelings.She pushed open the Little-sized door cut out in the larger door to the manager's office and closed it quietly behind her."Helen? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you calling me over the intercom, I was shouting at people to buy ladders," Aimee walked into the office looking for her giant boss, faking a smile, "What's up?""Aimee," Helen smiled from the enormous desk. She got up from her seat and crouched down to be "on the level", as they said. "I have great news! You're Employee of the Month! We've gotten so many compliments on your greeting that they're giving you a $100 gift card to the store as thanks. And I get to give it to you," Helen beamed a genuine smile at Aimee as she handed over the card in a gold holder. "Great job, Aimee. Your picture will be up in the entrance this month. Congratulations!""Wow," Aimee stammered a bit, genuinely surprised, "Thanks Helen, I had no idea I was even being considered!""Take an extra ten minutes on your break and keep up the good work, Aimee." Helen was genuinely proud of the Little, and it took everything she had not to scoop her up and give her a big hug. The smile on the girl's face lit up Helen's entire world. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to sweep up this cute thing and snuggle her, to feed her and protect her and never let anything make her sad ever again. She had really laid into Kurt this morning, she watched him like a hawk for a screw-up and nailed him to the wall for it. Something about Aimee brought out every Amazon instinct in Helen.. and it took incredible willpower to keep that in check, especially because she already knew that this wonderful Little was already diapered, and probably wet too.Aimee felt light as a feather as she headed back to the ready room to stash her giftcard and change her diaper, when she felt a hand on her shoulder."Oh, what a cute Little, where's your mommy?" the woman asked, bending over Aimee in a way that was intended to intimidate her. Her accent said clearly that she wasn't from around here, "Your diapee smells so wet, Little one. Let's get you to your mommy so you can be changed.""Back off, lady," Aimee said grumpily, holding up her employee badge, "It says clearly that I'm licensed. I'm on my way to change right now, thank you very much.""Oh," the woman practically hissed as she stormed away, "You shouldn't send false signals, brat. This island is so backwards, it's ridiculous.""Have a nice day," Aimee called after her in her most pleasant tone, but more quietly added, "I hope you trip and break a bone." She was grateful for her license, it kept her from being scooped up by just anyone... there was only one woman she wanted as her mommy. And she doesn't want me, Aimee thought bitterly to herself as she reached the ready room, ...yet, she finished the thought with a smile. Chapter Three Fiona's car was sorely out of place in the sea of Audis, BMWs, and Lexuses as she parked in the guest lot of Osmium. The grounds were enormous and the clubhouse was austere and intimidating. On her way up the stairs to the entrance, she passed a man in a power suit with a red tie talking on his phone as a Little in a poofy princess dress ran to keep up with him, the lead to her reins held in his left hand. She shook her head, feeling badly for the poor Little. This was the kind of thing she was out to fix."Good morning, ma'am," she was greeted warmly by a man in a black turtleneck behind a counter. He was balding on top, his hair shaved short to hide it, "Can I help you?""Yes, I'm a bit early for my meeting with Mr. Whitmore. I don't suppose you could help me with a membership application?" I smiled warmly to him as I strode over to the counter."Of course, madam," the man smiled pleasantly, but didn't move an inch, "I just need to know the name of your sponsor and the name, gender, and age range of your Little." The sponsor she had expected, she already worked it out with her boss that she would use his name.. the part about the Little was a surprise."Dean Jackstone is my sponsor," she smiled, handing him a card with perfect confidence."Mr. Jackstone, really! Oh he is a fine member, quite well-liked," he took the card, his demeanor warming, they went through the initial paperwork and were just about done when he asked, "And your Little?""I don't have a Little currently," Fiona stated this quite matter-of-factly."I'm afraid all members must have a Little, Miss Marr. It's part of the club bylaws. I'll be happy to let you in today for your meeting with Mr. Whitmore, but just for today. Only members are allowed is Osmium, and they expect all members to support our care facility for Littles. Adopt yourself a Little and we'll finish your application. I'm sure you could have one today in your position." He sounded a little jealous.Ugh, I don't even want a Little, what am I going to do about this membership? Fiona wondered to herself as she entered the club proper. The entire right wall of the club was glass, looking down into a giant plastic jungle. Dozens of Littles ran and played in there, obvious diapers on display. Fiona shook her head, this is what she was trying to fight, not trying to encourage. The man from the desk led her deeper into the club, she was in what looked like a large restaurant, waiters bustled about, various bigwigs were dining or drinking. Littles were obviously meant to be seen and not heard in this part of the club, the few that were in the dining area had auto-feeder pacifier-bottles strapped to their faces for their meals, or were otherwise silenced by breasts or restraining pacifiers. All conversation was done in hushed tones, silence was apparently golden.The balding man led her to a back corner, what looked like private booths.. each booth had its own curtain. She was asked to wait while he peeked into a curtain, she only waited a moment, he returned and motioned for her to enter the right side of the curtained booth. Lawrence Whitmore, a very large, very wide man sat across from her. He had tiny, round glasses perched on his nose.. they had to be for show, it was very rare that someone who needed vision correction had a condition that couldn't be solved with an easy surgery. He had a pencil-thin black mustache and a dusting of gray hair on top of his head. The position of his bushy white eyebrows indicated that he was in a serious mood at the moment."Miss Marr," he greeted me. His booth was lavish, the seats were a soft leather and there was plenty of room between the seat and the table. There was a Little in the corner, strapped into a booster seat with his elbows secured to the table, his hands forced to hold a bottle that he sucked from, his eyes closed. He was dressed in shortalls with a blue shirt underneath.. why in the world would Aimee want that? "You've got quite an interesting project that you're working on. Do you really think Littles can be trusted to drive?" He looked pointedly at his captive Little."The majority of Gaule's Littles are perfectly capable, Mr. Whitmore. They have jobs, they pay taxes, and they are perfectly capable adults. It's true that there are some Littles who shouldn't be driving," I smile at his Little, hating myself just a bit, "but I doubt any Amazon is going to allow their diapered Little to get a license, unless you intend for Little... ""Rusty," Lawrence smiled, with what looked like genuine love."Little Rusty here to chauffeur you?" Fiona finished with a smirk, hating herself just a bit more. The mental image caused the large businessman to laugh heartily, and Rusty blushed deeply, looking very much like he wished the world would swallow him whole. "We both know that Littles are big business, both in diapers and in the workforce. And giving them this mobility will increase their employability and thus their spending. I know I'll be making some strategic investments when this product is ready for market... " she finished with a sly smile.A waiter came and took their order - Fiona hadn't really intended to eat here, but Lawrence insisted. Fiona kept herself to a simple club sandwich and chips, Lawrence had quite a large steak with all the trimmings. She stayed and ate lunch with him and they talked stocks and sports while he spoonfed his Little some of what looked like yogurt. Rusty still hadn't spoken a word. This meeting was running much longer than she had intended, Fiona was very glad she had already asked Carol to move her 1 PM."You've definitely piqued my interest," Lawrence turned back to Fiona's original topic after the meal was concluded. "Unfortunately, I'm out of time for today. Would you be willing to meet me here again on Thursday? I want to review your plans personally, have you explain them, and if I'm satisfied I will personally promote your Little Pilot to the department.""That is exactly what I was hoping to hear, Mr. Whitmore," I smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Rusty." His Little blushed and hid his face in his still-secured hands, which caused Lawrence to laugh. Fiona slid out of the booth with her briefcase and made her way for the exit, pondering the best way to secure her membership...* * *It was like Amazons were all members of the same club, they all seemed to have the same jokes. Aimee had just heard the, "Oh she'd look cuter in a crib," joke for the hundredth time today, but nothing was going to get her down. She was Employee of the Month and it felt great. All the cooing and fawning over her, the not even whispered questions about whether or not she was diapered under the costume only reinforced the fact that she was desirable goods to Aimee. Fiona should be begging to change her diaper! She was so cute, she was the Little every Amazon wanted, it just didn't make sense. They had been best friends forever, why didn't Fiona want to take things to the next level? Aimee shook the thoughts away, focusing on the crowd."Good afternoon sir," she greeted a Little as he walked in, "Welcome to Sir Bearington's!""Thanks," he said gruffly, grabbing a cart and heading inside."Hello pretty lady," she smiled and batted her eyes at an incoming Amazon, she didn't have a Little but seemed like the type who wanted one. She wore a simple blue dress and sandals, and had a lovely blue leather purse that matched her outfit. "Welcome to Sir Bearington's!""Oh my goodness, aren't you the cutest thing?" the Amazon cooed up at her on her platform. "Does your mommy work here, sweetie?"Normally this sort of thing annoyed Aimee a bit, but she was feeling so good today. Knowing that Helen and the company appreciated her work made all the difference in the world and she was feeling really good about greeting people. The whole day just felt brighter after the lunch break, which she spent a good chunk of the time staring at the gold envelope. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to buy with it."No pretty lady," she smiled, wishing she could curl a finger through her hair.. but all she had was a bear paw, "I don't have a mommy, I'm licensed.""Oh, such a shame. A cute little thing like you shouldn't have to work, although you're doing a wonderful job!"I know, right? Aimee agreed silently. I shouldn't have to work, I'm cute! "Thank you ma'am," Aimee smiled, "I like my job though and my Amazon bestie would be disappointed in me if I gave it up." The first half of the sentence would have been a lie just this morning, but Aimee was feeling really good about the job today, it was silly what a big difference a gesture of thanks had on the attitude."Well, not everyone can have the right opinion on what a cute thing like you should be doing with her time, I suppose," the lady smiled, "If you were my Little, I'd never let you go.""Aww, that's nice," Aimee smiled, knowing full well that the nicest gesture from the nicest Amazon could just be a trap. Once a Little was adopted, there was no way out. You only wanted to enter that kind of relationship if you knew you wanted it to be forever... like it should be with Fiona. Wonderful Fiona, Aimee fawned, who would never hurt me or make me do anything unfun. This lady seemed nice, but for all Aimee knew, she was a total sadist with a fully decked out punishment nursery waiting. Some Littles liked that, after all... Aimee, not so much."Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime, cutie?" The Amazon flashed an amazingly white smile.. it was dazzling."I uh.. " Aimee was sorely tempted, dating an Amazon while licensed was mostly safe, as long as she didn't get full-on kidnapped. This lady didn't seem like the predatory type..."Aimee," Helen's voice came from behind her, "I need your help with something. Are you available?" Helen had been watching this whole scene unfold and a cold fear gripped her heart. She couldn't bear to see Aimee get abducted, sometimes the nicest-seeming Amazons were the craziest ones. This particular lady looked like the type who wouldn't give Helen the time of day, so she was immediately distrustful. Amazon women tended not to like Helen, or so she felt, because she was so big and tall. She didn't have many friends in school and she was often ostracized as awkward. This lady seemed like the sort that would have picked on her back then. For all her trepidation regarding females, Amazon males were even worse. It was extremely rare that she could find one as tall as she was, and no one seemed to want to date someone taller than them. It severely limited Helen's fashion choices, and she was quite jealous of the lady's chunky-heeled sandals. Adding even a few inches to Helen's already above average height was awful, but she wanted to wear cute shoes too."I gotta go, sorry," Aimee excused herself and climbed down from the platform. Helen desperately wanted to scoop up Aimee and hold her close, but she had to show the lady that Aimee was a strong and independent Little, even helping her down from the platform would only encourage her to pursue. The woman lingered as Aimee toddled over to Helen. "What's up, boss?" she asked cheerfully.Helen gestured for Aimee to follow and walked slowly away from the woman, trying to think up some excuse for why she needed Aimee. She hadn't at all, but the thought of Aimee going out with that... temptress sent her into a complete panic."I um," Helen hesitated, "It's stupid, but I can't get my computer to respond." The lie was plausible, Aimee wasn't a tech wizard or anything, but she knew her way around. Helen was no dummy either, but she could claim the problem was real and had fixed itself, "I was hoping you could poke at it. I have to get a report done today.""Sure thing, boss!" Aimee beamed, toddling along next to Helen at what was a painfully slow pace for her. Aimee was overjoyed at being asked to help, today was positively fantastic. The journey to the manager's office was a long one, and neither of them noticed the lady from the entrance casually following them, looking at merchandise here and there. She only gave up once the door to the manager's office was closed."Okay," Aimee said brightly, climbing up with a considerable degree of difficulty into Helen's chair. "Let's see what we can see." She tapped the screen and the keyboard and the computer sprung to life. Aimee did a couple of standard gestures and the computer responded correctly. "You say it was frozen?""Of course it's working now," Helen smiled nervously, a tell that she was lying - one she wasn't even aware she did, "Sorry for wasting your time, Aimee. Computers always seem to do this to me, they work fine as soon as I ask for help.""I hate that," Aimee commiserated, "Well, I guess I should get back to greeting people.""Actually," Helen said a little too quickly, "I was wondering if you could do some sorting for me. It'll probably take you the rest of the day, you'll be in the back so you can switch to your street clothes." Helen was really worried about that lady, she could be lurking around, just waiting for Aimee to return to the front and Helen to walk away. "Do you mind?""Of course not, I'm happy to help you however I can," Aimee hadn't really thought much about Helen, other than as the often-hated authority figure at work, but she felt really valued today and Helen was a big part of that. She wanted to make Helen happy, and it would be nice to get out of the uniform for a while. "I'll head to the ready room and go change, and meet you back here?""Well," Helen started and hesitated, "Would you mind if I carried you?" She was terrified that she was pushing her luck, most Littles would be incredibly offended at the question. "Just to save some time, err.. not that you're slow or anything, I just walk quite fast for an Amazon.""Sure! I don't mind, having short legs sucks," Aimee turned the chair and lifted her arms up, ready to be carried... and Helen felt weak in the knees. She shouldn't fantasize about an employee, but she really wanted this. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she picked Aimee up and placed her on one hip. Helen had never walked faster in her life, it was a speed-walk, it was almost a run. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she might faint. "Wow," Aimee remarked, "You really are fast! It must have been torture for you walking from the front, I'm sorry.""Oh, no.. it's no big deal," Helen stammered a bit. She would need to calm herself down actively while Aimee changed. "I don't mind, it's relaxing to walk at a slower pace. My sister says I need to slow down anyway."Helen leaned against the wall with a hand against her chest, steadying her breathing as Aimee went and changed. She hoped no one else was watching.
  5. Rosy,a girl around 24 losing her job as a space flight engineer, and having to return to her birth planet:
  6. Naughtylittlediapergirl

    My secret fetish(open)

    Lizzie is around 18 years old. She's average height, and a little chubby, but everyone thinks it's cute. Everyone thinks
  7. Keeperofthelost

    Teacher/Student RP?

    I'm in the mood for a Teacher/Student Roleplay
  8. molicaregirl

    Surprise Visit (Sexual)

    Lys had been feelings extremely horny the past few days. It’s been at least 4 days since she last saw her Daddy, and the feeling between her legs was getting stronger and stronger. She at least made effort to calm her desires, but there’s only so much a battery operated boyfriend can do; well, that and a plethora of fantasies. Before she met Daddy she had been a total prude. Her last sexual relationship was as exciting as watching paint dry, or at least, that’s how she likened it to. The most risqué act she had ever performed was having missionary style sex in her parents house while her parents were still home. She felt content before, but now, now she’s been exposed to more and her libido has begun to crave the attention. Tonight, she was going to solve her dilemma. No more cravings, no more sleepless nights, so more unfulfilling solo sessions. Tonight she was going to solve her problem whether or not Daddy wanted her to. When she first got back from out of state, her Daddy had given her a key to his place. She didn’t feel like she had earned it as they’ve only been playing together for a few weeks now. As she stood in front of his door, that line of logic faded. What mattered now was she wanted to quench the hunger dwelling in her sex organs. She wanted him in her. And now. Slowly, and with much trepidation, she slide the key into it’s hole. Gently at first, as she wasn’t sure was doing the right thing. She didn’t want to violate his trust with this forceful entry. After a few deep breathes, she didn’t care anymore. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it. She turned the key, sliding the dead bolt from it’s receptacle and freeing the door. Feeling brave, and in control, she opened the door. As it revealed the living room, a rush of cold air from the AC’d house rushed over her bare legs. As the humid and warm outside air mingled with the cold dry air now brushing over her, her legs tingled. On any other day prior to meeting Daddy, she would have simply felt the goosebumps. Actually, prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t be wearing such a short dress. Or a dress at all. Prior to Daddy, she was a jeans and random t-shirt kind of girl. Prior to Daddy, a fun night would be her and her boyfriend hanging out and playing games, as she lounged around in comfy sweat pants. She would be preoccupied with raids and work, not hormones. Prior to Daddy, she wouldn’t feel the cold air rushing up her dress and hitting her wet diaper. As soon as she remembered she was wearing a diaper, she lost all her confidence. The butterflies in her stomach had made her forget she put it on earlier in the day to help her satisfy herself. Prior to Daddy, she would never have dreamed that she’d actually be begging to be put back in diapers. To have that thick padding between her legs constantly rubbing against her most sensitive spots. 4 weeks ago, the thought of wetting herself, on purpose, was outlandish. She shook her head, trying to refocus. Yes, she’s wearing a diaper. Yes, she’s in a wet diaper. A very wet diaper, actually. But this is what Daddy liked, and she wanted to give Daddy anything and everything he wanted so long as he takes care of her needs. Needs that she never knew burned so deeply. Quietly, she shut the door behind her. Daddy wasn’t in the living room which meant he was either in his bedroom, or in his office working. She wasn’t sure if this worked out for her. If he was in the living room, the surprise would already be over. She could face the consequences for showing up unannounced. Now, she had to sneak around the house as quietly as a crinkling diaper would allow her. There was a light on down the hallway, which meant he was in his office working. He would probably also be listening to music, a podcast, or listing to whatever video he was currently working on. It would certainly make sneaking up on him that much easier With care, she inched her way towards the office. Her every thought, her every breath even, was focused on being as quiet as possible. She could hear the crinkle as her legs moved, and the slight creak in the floor as her weight shifted. She knew Daddy had a good sense of hearing and unless she was careful, he could clearly hear her coming. Lys peaked around the corner, hoping her Daddy hadn’t heard her. Slowly the sight of her Daddy came into view. His back was still to do the doorframe. A wave of relief came over her. She accomplished her goal of sneaking up on Daddy. But now; now she had to actually surprise him and convince him to take care of her needs. The thought of what punishment lay ahead of her finally crossed her mind. Would a severe spanking be worth it? Last time he gave her a spanking it hurts for days afterwards. A constant reminder than she was owned. Worse, that she was just his little girl and he would honestly treat her as such. She hadn’t been spanked like that since she was 10. A few months ago she felt like an adult. An in-control adult. The floor suddenly creaked under her weight. She cursed these old floors. Daddy was certain to hear that, even with headphones on. Her breathing stopped, waiting for the reveal. What would her Daddy do? He hadn’t moved. He was still typing and clicking as if nothing ever happened. He must be editing some music, she thought. As she creeped closer, her breathing as controlled as she could with her nerves as volatile as they were. Even her hands were shaking from the anticipation. Never had she been more keenly aware of every inch of her body as she was right that second. That second when she raised her hand to finally make him aware of her presence, she noticed his screen. He hadn’t been working on a video like she had thought. No, he was working on a document. It looked kinda like a story actually. She couldn’t read most of it because of how small the font was, but the last line seemed to be in a larger font. It read “That’s when Daddy heard his little girl scampering across the room in a vain attempt to surprise Daddy. Only, little girls should know they can never get the better of their Daddy. That’s why they’re little girls still wearing diapers.
  9. Keeperofthelost

    RP Idea

    I'm in the mood for a kidnapping RP. something with pacifier gags and diapers,but bondage as well. I am open to ideas. Please reply or pm me if interested.
  10. BabyDaddy

    Rachel'S Days

    This is my first story on any AB/DL website, and like the second story I've ever written. Let me know what you guys think, and opinions are more than welcome (negative and positive.) Thanks much. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1. Finally! Friday - 3:30 pm "No, I completely understand Mrs. P. Good speaking with you too." She hung up the phone and sulked off to her room, another plan and moment foiled by changed plans. It had been almost a month now, and she was begining to wonder if she was ever going to get a place to herself ever again. It wasn't Mrs. Peters fault, she and her husband both work random hours, and they never can be sure when they will get a moment to go out and treat themselves to a nice dinner or a movie. Much less a chance to plan a week in advance to hire a baby sitter for their daughter Carol. And she knew that. But she couldn't help being resentful of their position, and blaming them both for the fact that she couldn't get out for a brief vacation. She slipped back out of her blue jeans and donned back her peace sign pajama bottoms, she wouldn't be needing to get dressed now, and might as well be comfortable if she's going to be sitting around the house all night. "Oh well, whats another month anyway?" She asked herself in a huff. "No point getting worked up over it. Besides, its not like its defintely going to be that long before I can watch Carol anyway." Her door opened a little and her mothers head came into view, "Whats all that noise in here?" "I was just changing pants mom, everything is fine, thanks." She knew that she barely bumped anything, let alone made a sound. Just an excuse for her paranoid mother to stick her head in her room and get involved with everything in the house. "Oh, while i've got you, Mrs. Peters called it turns out that Mr. P has to work tonight, so she is giving me the night off." "Great, me and you can do something, its been a long time since I had a Friday night with one of my girls." "Um, actually I thought I'd go to Lydia's to relax for a while, I haven't really seen her in a few weeks since her job started." Coming up with the first excuse not to be home with her mother, that she could. "You know, she has been so busy applying to colleges and working we've kinda fallen out of touch." "Oh, well thats fine, just let me know when and where you'll be please, you know I worry." "Oh I know you do." She rolled her eyes without thinking. "This how we're going to start off today?" She gave her daughter a baleful look. "We've been doing really well lately Rachel, I'd hate to get back into trading words with you again." "Sorry mom, its just I could've used the money from watching Carol, and its got my nerves bunched." She replied, knowing full well it wasn't the money that had her worked up. "But you're right, I love you." "Love you too, let me know what you decide to do." And she abruptly closed the door as she finished her sentence. She threw her head backwards and onto her pillow and huffed. "Ugh, what am I gonna do. I've got to get out of this house." Her door cracked again, and she found herself even less pleased the second time her mom's head came into view. "I forgot to mention, a lady called earlier just before you woke up and told me to give you her number. I didn't catch her name, or maybe I did and forgot it, either way, her number is on the fridge next to the phone." "She say what she wanted?" "I didn't ask, but she seemed very sweet, and said she had run into you at the grocery store about a week ago." "I don't remember giving out our number at a store..." And tried to think back to the last time she'd even been out to a grocery store. "Either way, she called, I messaged, mission accomplished." Her mother gave her a little smile and closed the door again. Rachel rolled off her bed and onto her feet. Catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror as she did. Rachel stood about 5'5 and was rather slender even for a girl of 18 (almost 19, she often reminded herself.) Her light brown hair reached the middle of her back, and she often let it do just that. Even a pony tail was a pain not worth dealing with now that she wasn't getting dressed for school daily. Her breasts, not large, but in fact, she was rather pleased at their size. Any larger and they wouldn't look proportional, and any smaller and she would feel like less of a girl. She stopped and walked closer to the mirror to get a look at her face, which she had never been satisfied with. Her eyes, which were complimented by everyone who passed by her, were a saphire blue with flakes of green at the edges of her iris, stared at her nose and mouth. "I hate my teeth, wish it wasn't weird to be toothless or I'd have done it." She said to herself dramatically. She ran her first two fingers over her front teeth, which were of an average size, but to the owner of those teeth a bane, and closed her mouth to look back at her nose. Small and narrow with a tiny gem set in her left nostril. She had bought the piercing with money she had gotten watching Carol, her mother hated it, but its one of the only things she had bought with the money she was saving, and rather liked it herself. She walked out of her room and passed Brittany's door, it was slightly cracked (probably her mother's doing) and glanced in. Brittany had her headphones in and was fixing her hair in the standing mirror. She had always been jealous of Brittany's hair, it fell in short waves and always seemed to stay where she put it (not like Rachel's that flew around whether the wind was blowing or not.) Brittany wasn't any smaller than her sister despite the three year difference, but Brittany had grown quickly and stopped abruptly about three months ago. Britt caught a glance of her sister in the mirror, and waved with a goofy smile on her face, half wording the words to whatever song she was listening to. Rachel smiled and gave her a nod, then continued on the way back to the kitchen. She cracked open a box of lucky charms, and not bothering to grab anything else proceded to munch by the handful while approching the fridge. She snatched the note out from under the magnet her mother had placed. The half eaten box of cereal she placed on the table, and with her other hand she pulled the phone off the cradle. "Woman writes like a doctor," she mumbled to herself trying to decipher her mothers chicken scratch. "pretty sure thats a nine and not a four." Dialing as she spoke. It rang just long enough for Rachel to think of hanging up when a voice answered. "Hello?" A kid crying in the background, "Give me just a second I'm sorry" "K, not a problem." Wondering who this lady is, and briefly thinking how rude it is to answer the phone and tell whomever it is to wait before even hearing their voice. The crying faded to the background and she heard a door shut as though she had left the room. "Sorry for that, Tyler has been a real handful today. Rachel right?" "Yes mam, and I'm sorry to call and ask, but who is this again?" "Oh! Pardon me, I guess I didn't tell your mom much, not even sure I gave her my name, but this is Janice Needle. I met you outside of the Wal Mart and you helped me with my groceries and carrying Tyler to the car during one of his fits." Remembering all at once, Rachel felt like an idiot, she hadn't been to a store in a while, she and Lydia had been meeting some friends outside Wal Mart five or six days ago and she had seen this lady having quite a time balancing her kid and seven bags of food in two hands and a foot. "Yes, I remember you, how are you doing?" "Been one of those days, but recently it always seems to be. I've got to get back to Tyler real quick, and I know this is incredibly short notice, but I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?" She seemed out of breath. Rachel held her breath, she remembered mentioning to this lady that she watched kids and gave her number to her without thinking about what watching a child like Tyler could really entail. "Um, actually my plans just canceled a bit ago, what did you need?" 'I really hope I don't regret this' repeated in her mind about five times before the lady interrupted her train of thought. "Well I was thinking of taking some time away from my angel," she said with an air of sarcasm, "and was thinking that maybe you'd like to make some money tonight." "Do you have a time in mind?" "Um, maybe five? I was going to go over to a friend of mine's house and have a few drinks. Thought I might stay the night over there if you were comfortable watching him all night, and a bit in the morning Saturday." An entire night? A whole night all to herself in a house? She almost screamed with delight. "I've got nothing going on all weekend Mrs... I'm sorry what was your last name again?" Come on, don't screw this up forgeting the lady's name, she thought. "Needle, and you can just call me Janice if its easier. And you say you've got nothing to do all weekend?" "I'll call you Mrs. N if thats alright, and yep, I'm free and clear." "Fantasic!" She sounded ready to explode with delight herself. "Let me get you the address to here real quick and I'll see you in an hour or so?" "Sounds awesome Mrs. N" and it did sound quite amazing. Chapter 2. Sweet Release She had been waiting patiently for Tyler to stop crying and go to sleep. He was three years old, way to old to be screaming like he does when put to bed. But his mother says she had been sleeping with him next to her up until a month or two ago, and she never leaves without him except in emergencies, so this was apt to be a bit difficult for Rachel. "I'll be fine, trust me, I've dealt with all kinds." Giving her a wink as she said it. "Thank you again so much," Mrs. Needle said, and you could tell she really meant it. "If you need anything my number is on the fridge. There is everything you'll need for him in his room, I bought an extra pack of diapers so there would be no chance of running out, and there is plenty of food for both of you in the kitchen. "I'm gonna run, thank you thank you thank you!" And with that she gave her a hug and was out the door. That was close to four hours ago, and she was wondering if Tyler was ever going to shut up. As if by some sort of psychic magic, the crying begin to dull, then all together stop. Rachel got up from the living room and creeped back towards Tyler's room to see if she could hear anything from him. She peered in the crack she left in his door, and caught him fast asleep. "Ugh, finally," she whispered. And opened the door to his room a little more so she could slip in. She walked over to the far wall where she had left the pack of diapers and pulled several out of the pack and tucked them under her arm, grabbed his wipes from off the dresser and started back towards the door. She didn't know if they were going to fit her, but he was a big boy, heavy for his age and he was really close to four, so she thought she had a chance. Avoiding the bathroom for the last two hours had been hard, but she wanted the first release she had had in a month to be amazing. By the time she had made it back to the living room, she was sure she wasn't going to make it. She dropped the diapers and wipes from under her arm directly on the floor, and started to undress. Roughly throwing her pants onto the couch, she struggled with her pink panties (plain, but with a little bow on the front, one of her favorite pair just cause they were so close to a little girls.) finally dropping them to her ankles. Her bare sex freshly shaven (she spent extra time at home making sure that everything was very smooth.) she ran her hand over it before dropping to her back on the floor with one of his diapers in her hand (the others she brought, close by just in case his didn't fit.) She opened his diaper up and smelled it before lining it up with her narrow waist and under her petite bottom. She just fastened the tapes up when she felt it spill from her like a glass of water off a table. The warm puddle forming under her was almost too much to bare, and she began to shudder with excitment and pleasure. Her hand dropped to in between her legs and began rubbing before she even knew what she was doing. She pulled herself into a sitting position with her back against a stranger's couch, and ran her fingers deep into the plush of the toddler's diaper. Feeling the warmth through her freshly wet diaper sent her into another spiral of excitment, and she began to rub more intensly. By the time she finished wetting, her right hand had found its way inside the top of diaper and to her soft mound. She budded her clit with the tip of her middle finger while her index worked its way back in and out of her vagina. She came much quicker than she had intended, but always did whenever she had a moment as grand as this. She stopped herself from pushing it any further, knowing that she would want to do this several times more tonight, and didn't want to wear herself out at the very first wetting. She didn't move at all for several minutes except to apply pressure to the front of her diaper with her palm. Causing a small moan to escape her lips and her entire body to shift forward out of her control. When the shudder began to subside, Rachel looked down. She wasn't surprised to see she had leaked a little, and could see the warm lines of pee, that had begun to feel cooler on her legs, running from the sides and inside of the diaper, off her legs, and onto the floor. She lifted her butt to survey the damage to the carpet. "A couple of drops, nothing to worry about at all." She said a bit relieved (in more ways than one.) If she hadn't been leaking she would have stayed in that diaper for as long as she could before having to go again, but as it was she figured she had better get herself changed and into something dry. She loved changing her diaper almost as much as wetting one. She laid back down on her back, carefully skirting her hair away from the few drops that had been in the carpet, and pulled her knees up. She sat for just a moment longer enjoying the feeling of warm wet pee on her mound before realizing if she stayed that way any longer she would probably relapse into another state of excitement. And proceded to unfasten the tapes on the sides, first the right, then the left. The pee didn't have time to smell, but it certainly changed the color of the fluff in the center of the child's diaper. The urine stained the leak guards a light yellow, but everything in the middle was practically a neon. The warmth around her crotch quickly cooled as the air hit her naked sex, the chill that was sent down her spine reminded her of jumping into a pool. She gently opened the container of wipes and regarded her legs and crotch with a gentleness of someone who had done this many times before (even though this was probably only her ninth or tenth time she'd ever had a chance.) When she was done cleaning the urine from her soft mound, she wiped her bottom a bit, and threw the used wipe in between her legs and onto the diaper. She pulled the used butt pillow (a way she liked to think about it) away from her, and rolled it up, making sure to tape the sides so that the wet would stay on the inside. She had made the mistake of closing it wrong the first time and when she had packed up and put the diaper in her book bag, her books had squeezed pee into her homework. Of course, this time she was babysitting an actual baby, and could just throw away the diaper in the diaper genie, his mother would never know the difference between hers and his. "Dis is dunna be great!" She said in a baby voice she liked to talk to herself in, and unfolded another diaper. "Me neva dit to do dis twice." She lifted her bottom back into the air and placed the diaper underneathe. "Aw, doodies! I dunnot have no poof!" Refering to baby powder. She jumped up off the floor, leaving the diaper where it was, and ran off to Tyler's room, naked except for her shirt. She checked the crack to make sure he was still sleeping (as if seeing her naked would give away everything) and slipped in to grab the powder from the dresser. He stirred a bit and she flinched, and then relaxed, realizing there wasn't anything that would happen if he woke short of having to put him back down. (Though it would definitely keep her from her fun, for a bit.) She walked over to his bed, and pulled his sheets up over his shoulder, assuming he might be cold, and caught a whiff of what he had left for her to deal with in the morning. "Pe-ew, dat a 'tinky baby." She whispered. Leaving his room, and making sure to keep the door cracked a bit, she gladly held up his baby powder. "Poof! Poof!" Squeezing the powder a little and watching the white mist float and disappear, proclaiming in the meantime "Poof!" She made it back to the living room and dropped to her hands and knees crawling to where she had left the diaper, and climbed on top of it. She took a little powder in one hand and rubbed it gently all over her crotch, making sure to get her butt and vagina very well. With that done, she closed the diaper and fastened the tapes. She plopped up on the couch wondering what to do next, and flipped the television on, and turned the volume down. Tyler had Veggie Tales blasting when last the tv was on, so it startled her at first. Usually she only had enough time in a babysitting night to wear and wet a diaper once, but tonight she kept thinking of all the time she had. "What am I going to do? I always dream of being able to wear one for a while, but now that I get to, I'm lost. Blah." Tired of sitting and thinking of what she would do, she decided at least she could get something to drink and fill herself for another release. Remembering Tyler had a sippy cup in his room she ran down the hall to get it for herself. She slipped in his room and grabbed it up, catching another brief smell of his dirty diaper. "I wonder if I should wake him and change that, I'd hate for him to sleep in that all night." She spoke to herself. Decided against it, and ran back towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinets to find a clean lid (Tyler had eaten chicken nuggets that night and she could clearly see the crumbs he left on the lid) she spotted a large bib next to his cups. "I could use that, but I'd have to wash it, not really worth my time." So she snagged a spare sippy lid and shut the door without another thought. She filled up her sippy with apple juice, and brought the rest of the bottle with her into the living room, cause she knew one glass wasn't going to get her even close to wet the way she liked it. Shrinking back into the corner of the couch, she watched some television. Three sippy cups full of apple juice and an hour later, she felt a need to go again. She didn't want to go immediately just in case it was only a little bit, what she really wanted was that exploding orgasm like she had the first time. She knew it wouldn't be as amazing, cause it had been a month before that time, but she didn't want to sell the second one short just cause it had been a little while ago. She decided to peek in at Tyler and make sure he was okay, and thought that maybe walking around the house for a second would make her have to go a little more. She pushed the crack in his door open a little wider and the smell hit her immediately. "He must've blown out that diaper, ugh! Its gonna be every where." She walked over to him, and the mound of poop had begun to force its way out of his diaper, but he hadn't made a mess of anything other than himself. She laid out a changing pad on the floor, and careful not to wake him too much, lifted him out of bed. Tyler squalled a bit, and then slipped back into a semi sleep when she laid him down on the pad. "I wonder what that feels like..." and pushed the front of his diaper in a bit to feel the resistance. "Ew, I don't think I'd like it very much." But in the back of her mind, she thought 'but I like the way a diaper feels, and the first time I thought about that it was gross too.' Pulling the tapes as quietly as she could, she gently opened his diaper. The smell by this time had calmed down a bit and she was getting used to it. "Ugh, its all over everything, there is no way I'm gonna get you clean without waking you up all the way." and she went to work. Cleaning him up was for the most part uneventful. Lifting his butt into the air was what she was most worried about, but it was the cold wipes that almost woke him up. When he was all clean she padded his butt with another pillow, and laid him back down. Her need to pee had grown and grown in the mean time, but while wearing a diaper in front of him hadn't seemed weird at all, wetting one felt funny to her. As soon as she cracked the door and headed down the hallway she got amped up. She dropped to the floor in front of the tv and threw her hair out of her face. She looked down at the diaper, this time she wanted to watch it change color from start to finish. The warm flow began much slower this time, and her hand was already in place to feel the pee hit the front of the diaper. Beads of sweat already started on her forehead and the back of her neck in anticipation for the coming storm. Her back arched as she applied pressure to the front of her diaper, the warmth spreading quickly from the front of her flowing vagina down to the crack of her butt. Without waiting until she was done, she thrust her hand into the front of the already yellow diaper. She felt the urine in between her fingers and found her love button already tingling. She had barely begun to slip her fingers in and out of herself again before she burst into another series moans. Her clit was on fire with passion and even the smallest touch forced her entire body forward, arching into her hand, thrusting back and forth. She had stopped wetting, and was fully involved in pleasing herself now. Her butt sliding to and fro, forcing every bit of urine into all the parts of the diaper. She could feel herself reaching her climax, and though she wanted this to last, she couldn't stop herself from moving her fingers. Searching and moving faster and faster within her own body, the sweat building on her, heating the room as her temperature rised. When she came she had to cover her face with a cushion from the couch to keep from screaming out. Afraid of waking Tyler, or even having a neighbor hear her passion. She fell back onto the couch, shaking and vibrating, the tendrils of heat falling back from her as the cool air had begun to affect her again. Still her hand never left her over soaked mound. Gently pressing on her clitoris, fingers still slipping in and out of herself keeping a taste of what she had just done. Still she moaned lightly, feeling the pressure and heat begin to build again. Faster and harder, softer and slower, trying once more to find the chemistry that would make her vagina come to a head. Her hair dampening as the sweat began to roll down her body again, she felt herself arching again, her instincts taking over. Back and forth again she rocked, in and out of herself, feeling every inch of her loveliness in her own hands. She cried out once more, having been gripping the couch's pillow in her left hand still, she threw it in front of her face, and had to bite down this time to keep in all in. Another warm flow spilled from her sex, this time there was much less, and sticky. She grabbed the wipes and checked the sides of the diaper to make sure she hadn't made a mess and leaked on the carpet again. "No leaks this time, guess it wasn't as much." She said in between gasps. She laid on her back, her knees in the air once more, and unfastened the tapes holding the soggy diaper to her small hips. When she pulled the front of the moist wrap away from her mound, the cold hit her quickly. Still a little tingly, she gently cleaned her region with the baby wipes making sure to get the warm urine and sticky cum off of herself. She lifted her butt, and ran her fingers through her crack, and wiped both lobes of her rump. Once more she threw the dirty cloth in between her legs and onto the child's diaper, pulling it away from her crotch. She rolled it up, making sure again to tape the edges so the moist diaper didn't leak. Laying naked on the floor, she looked up at the clock to see what time it was. "One in the morning! Man I wish this night would never end, and now its already over." Thinking to herself that she could probably wet one more time. "Alright, I'll call it a night at four, that should give me enough time for one more good soak." She grabbed one of her diapers this time, they weren't as tight on her as Tyler's toddler diapers, and they were really pull ups, but she liked the velcro sides, and the pink princesses on the front didn't hurt her feelings for them either. "I'll have to remember to take this one with me, she'll definitly wonder why there is a pull up in her diaper genie." She put both her feet in the holes and pulled them up onto her hips. She liked the loose feel a little, but was worried with how much she had been peeing tonight that she might leak a little. "If it feels like alot, I'll just put another one on over this, or sit on a towel or something." Her stomach growled a bit, and she felt it cramp her bowels. It had been at seven or so that her and Tyler ate, and he had already pooped in his diaper. While normally she wouldn't have a need to poop, she would also have already been asleep at home. She thought briefly about whether or not she wanted to try to poop in her diaper, and the thought passed through her like water. "No way, that smell is too much. Besides, I don't think its worth the clean up it would take. Peeing is much easier." She got up to go to the bathroom, feeling the need to poop come to rest much closer to her anus now. Chapter 3. Unexpected Surprise On her way down the hallway, she took a look inside Tyler's room. His thumb deep in his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. She could see his body rising and falling with his breath, and so she went back to the hall. She walked toward the bathroom, and flicked the light on. She sat down on the toliet with her pull up still around her waist. "I could try it, its not like I can't just jump in the shower if its awful." She coaxed herself. "It might be better than peeing ever dreamed of being, and when I pushed the front of his diaper, I loved that feeling of resistance." She climbed into the bath tub and squated down on her feet. The need to poop had relaxed a little bit, and she was worried she wasn't going to get the chance to do this at all. But when she strained a little and started to push, it started to come. She began to slow down so if she didn't like it she could stop, but before she had a chance, it all let out of her. The warm load made its way into the back of her pull up, not slowing at all when it hit the resistance of the wall of fluff. It worked its way through her crack and towards her sex. Meanwhile she had begun to wet a bit, when the warm urine met with the hot mess in the middle of her pull up, she didn't know what to think. She stopped pooping as quickly as she started, unsure of what to think or feel, sitting crouched in a bathtub. She didn't smell anything yet, and was trying to move her butt left to right to see how the poop felt in her diaper. She liked it. It was a little bit greasy, and reminded her of sitting in a mud puddle as a child. She relaxed, and let the rest of the load work its way out of her. She grunted a little, and a small fart escaped her. This last part made her giggle, and when she started to laugh, the pee came again. She strained to get the last of it out, and could feel the mess work its way all the way up to her moist vagina. Her hand went straight to her crotch again, and started to press. She grabbed the back of her pull up with her left hand and felt the bulge pressing hard against her anus. She was rocking back and forth again, before she realized it. She pressed with both hands on her pull up, in the front and back, and felt the warmth spread to fill every inch of the pull up. The princess image in the front began to leak from the sides, she felt it, but didn't care at all. Her body moved on its own will as her excitment began to paramount. She tried to adjust the way she was crouching, and her foot slipped in the urine that had fallen to the tub. Before she could get a good grip, she had landed on her butt. Hot pee flew from the front of the diaper, and she could feel the warm mess press deeply into her anus and vagina. A large amount, she could feel, had escaped from the top and sides of the diaper. Normally she would have freaked out, but the thought of getting messy never seemed so appealing. Her right hand, having never let go of the front of her pull up, sped up its rubbing. Squishing, and pressing the warm goo deep into herself. She saw the side of the tub, and thrust her leg over the side, straddling it with both hands in front of her. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her entire mound deep into the wall. The beads of sweat and heat already working their way down her neck and back. Her hands were a mess of poop and urine as she looked down, and a smile creeped up on her face. She rammed her right hand into the front of her diaper, rubbing every inch of her sex with her fingers. After the second time she had come tonight, she knew she was done for the night. But she was very wrong. Once more she came quicker than she ever had before. She didn't have time to stiffle the scream that ran from her lips, and by the time she had caught up with it, the moans were just as loud. She pulled her hand from within her diaper, and grabbed the front again, rubbing as she pulsed her body into the side of the tub some more. Again she came, screaming, this time not caring at all. Her body trembled, and fell sideways into the mess she had made in the tub. She ripped her shirt off over her head, and grabbed her breasts with her left hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She rubbed fanatically for what seemed like a lifetime before she began to slow at all. Cuming and cuming over and over, better than any orgasm she had ever had before. Her body a wet mess in a stranger's tub, shaking and moaning, wishing she had the potential for more and more. She tried to relax her body and hands, and found herself unable to stop her body from moving forward in its natural rhythm. Her breathing slowed, and her body finally relaxed as she laid back in the tub. Looking around her, she could see the mess that she had made. Messy finger prints, and rub marks from her filthy pull up marked the tub in what appeared to be a random order, but she could mark every moment, and every move that she had made. The smell didn't bother her in the least though it was potent. She was exhausted from the entire day, but the end of it was what set her into the lulled and apathetic mode she was in now. "Me dun no wanna move." She said falling back into the baby talk. "Dis da bes' day eva." She sat for a while looking around and feeling her messy pull up over and over again fighting the urge to have another go around with herself. Finally she leaned forward, and began the clean up. She grabbed the velcro tabs on the side of the pull up and ripped them free, opening the front of the diaper, and exposing her woman hood. The heat from her self inflicted passion had warmed the room, leaving no worry about a cold blast of air. Her eyes swam over her vagina and legs, investigating the mess and seeing what damage she had inflicted to the diaper itself. She rolled the brown and yellow rag into a ball, and wadded up some toliet paper to place it on the ground. She looked over the side of the tub, and saw that her moment of glory had expanded beyond the reach of the shower by about a foot, and thought, "this is gonna be a fun clean up, maybe next time I should slow down." She threw her shirt out of the bath tub, and turned the shower on. Startled by the cold at first, then gradually it warmed. She took special care of her vagina, as she had been told that leaving it messy with anything (much less feces) could cause an infection. And washed everything off of her, making sure she washed her hair twice, just in case she missed something. The last thing she wanted was poop in her hair. The tub was easy enough to clean with the shower head, "Thank god she has a hand held, or this would've been a pain in the butt to clean up." Most of what had fallen out of the diaper was wet mush, so it washed down the drain with ease. After the tub was clean she set to work on the area around, from the tub it looked like it was going to be a real issue, but a few paper towels, and a baby wipe or two later, it looked like it did before her fantasy. "Finally, its got to be close to dawn by now." She stepped out into the hallway, heading back towards the living room, grabbed her panties and slipped them on, and snagged up her back pack. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed up a few plastic bags, and made her way back to the bath. She put the filthy pull up in the bag, and took a long look at her shirt. The tail of it was covered with poop from falling on her butt in the tub. "Oh well, its not gonna wash out." And she put it in the bag too. She tied it off well, and stuffed the bag into two more bags, so you couldn't see inside, and so the smell didn't waft out at all. She grabbed another shirt from her back pack and put it on, and put her pants from the living room back on. When she had all the evidence cleaned up from her little adventure she took the bag with her messy shirt and butt pillow to the garbage outside, and stuffed it at the very bottom of the fullest can. "Still not light outside, might get a decent sleep after all." She walked back in and looked at the clock, and saw it was only three. "Thank you very much," she said with a smile on her face. She laid out on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep without a single thought. Chapter 4. There is Always a Butt Tyler's cookie crumbs bounced off her face, tickling her cheeks and nose. She brushed them off, and with a yawn, awoke to a new day. Looking down at him from her spot on the couch, "Good morning pookie, how was your night?" "Good, Danks!" He responded, dropping cookies from both his hands and his mouth. "Glad to hear it, you 'sposed to have cookies for breakfast?" "Dis is lunch!" "Well what did you have for breakfast?" "Tookies" "Ha, well I guess I can't blame you, I'd eat them for both too if I had them available." Tyler handed what was left of the crumbling cookies to her, "Here!" "Thanks, so much, I don't know what I would do without you looking out for my health." She said as she rolled her eyes. After her eyes made a full rotation, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Only eight huh? Not much for sleeping eh Tyler?" "Nope! I got toys." "Well least you're in high spirits," She grabbed him up and checked his diaper, fully soaked, "and a wet diaper. Lets get you changed and cleaned up. I don't know when your mom is gonna be here, and I'd like you to look like I've been taking care of at least the outside of you, if I can't give you something good to eat." Tyler in her arms, she carried him to his bedroom and laid him out on the changing pad she had left there the night before. A new diaper in her hand she pulled the tabs on his old one and lifted his butt up. Cleaned him down with a wipe, and laid him back on a new one. "There, feel a little better?" "Yep!" "Awesome," she heard her cell phone ringing from her back pack, and went to get it, leaving Tyler on the pad to do as he pleased. She glanced at the name and saw it was Mrs. Needle. "Hey Mrs. N, how was your night?" "Too good, I suspect, don't want to leave. Haha. How is Tyler doing?" "Fantastic, didn't have a single problem, short of crying himself to sleep. But even that he handled pretty well." She said laughing a bit herself. "Glad to hear it, I'll be home in about an hour if thats not a problem?" "Not at all, everything is clean and ready for you when you get here." "Thanks so much again Rachel, see you soon. Bye." "Bye." Rachel closed the phone, and went back to the room with Tyler, who had gotten busy digging through his toy chest picking out all the action figures he could find. "Your mommy is on her way buddy, you want to grab a bath before she gets here?" "No bath. Wanna play?" Laughing she said, "Um, no, but nice subject change. Wasn't really a question Tyler, lets get you clean." And she grabbed him up from behind. They walked down the hall to the bathroom. She laid a towel on the toliet and pulled off his diaper, throwing it in the bin below the sink. She turned on the water, remembering this time how cold it would be to start, and plugged the drain. "You like bubbles?" "Yes Yes! Can I have spidersmans?" Smiling she said, "Yes, but be quick or all the bubbles will pop before you and him get back." And he ran back to his room. She sat next to the tub thinking back to last night, and how amazing this little room had been to her. "I really hope she asks me to do something like this again, I can't believe how amazing it was. No way I'd ever be able to get away with something like that at my house. I wouldn't even get the diaper on good before my mom busted in to see if I was doing something I shouldn't be. Haha, which I guess she'd be right about." Tyler came back holding Spiderman in both hands in front of him like he was flying. "Alright buddy, hop in, you and the spider." Tyler threw Spiderman in the tub, and Rachel lifted him in right behind him. Soon as he touched the water he dunked his head underneathe to find the web slinger so he wouldn't be alone above the water. Rachel got him cleaned up, unfortuntely the 'no tears' shampoo was out, so she had to make do with some Herbal Essences, which of course, caused some tears. After he was squeeky, she dried him off and made back for Tyler's bed room. On the way, she heard the front door open. "And thats your mommy, right in time. We're back here Mrs. N!" She yelled down the hall. Rachel laid him back down on the pad and threw a fresh diaper on him, and a shirt from his dresser, and went to go see Janice. "There's my sweet boy!" Janice said lifting him out of Rachel's arms. "Wow, i've never seen him so happy after a babysitter before." "Like I said, I've seen all kinds. He really was no trouble at all, I kind of enjoyed the entire night." Rachel said smiling, thinking of way more than just watching Tyler all night. "Well I can't thank you enough for everything you did, and on such short notice, the house looks as good as when I left it, and Tyler seems happier." Janice said with a smile on her face. "But I wanted to ask, do you think you could come back later tonight? Only if you're free I mean, I don't want to wreck any plans you might have." "Oh no mam, you wouldn't be wrecking anything. As a matter of fact, it sure would beat anything that I would have planned anyway." The smile on her face surely showed how happy she was about the idea.
  11. zorroabdaddy

    How To Write A Love Letter

    Taken from the book: Tame & Wild (ABDL BedTime Stories), here is a story about the completion of want as a college schoolgirl goes straight to the head of her class. ---------------------------- How to Write a Love Letter - Katie finished writing the tenth sentence on the tiny chalkboard on the wall. She set the chalk back on the ledge and slapped her hands together twice, clapping the residue from her fingertips as she stepped back to look at her work. She smiled warmly, but with a sly upward turn to the corners of her mouth. Everything had worked out exactly as she wanted it to. And she stood in the middle of her professor’s office – exactly where she wanted to be. Her professor was an extremely attractive guy, with a clean-shaven, well-kept look. He was the right mixture of charm and success. The laws of attraction took hold and beginning on the second day of classes, she always sat in the front row, center seat – dressed head to toe as the schoolgirl dream she hoped that passed through his mind at night. In reality, practically every female student wanted him in a way that she only whispered to her pillow at night. Katie was one of many admirers, but at present, she was the only one standing in his office. And before she tucked her tail between her legs from rejection, she would have her turn to woo the sexy writing teacher with her prose. The advanced composition class he taught met three times a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 – 2:30 pm. And it was her final class each of those days. She was called to his office on this particular Friday afternoon for a simple infraction of repeated tardiness – or so he said. Oh my, how she enjoyed being late. Her tardiness was deliberate, in order to get his attention. She would average being ten minutes late, so her entrance would stop him from teaching and make him watch her as she took graceful steps to her seat. Each day, she would add a new little touch to her schoolgirl look. From that perfect make-up to those braided pigtails to the right color of checkered skirt (yanked just a bit higher each try) to the earrings to the partially unbutton dress shirt, her schoolgirl outfit was primed to take her straight to head of his class. Today’s touches included white stocking and a pink checkered skirt, a last minute purchase that morning. Standing in his office, Katie folded her hands behind her back, perusing the books on the shelves and trying not to think of him too much before he got there. The weekly assignment was always to submit a paper to him after each Friday’s class, demonstrating some of the writing techniques they had discussed in class that week. In this particular week, she had submitted her paper to him after the Wednesday calls, hoping it would produce the meet she wanted. She took the opportunity to use what she learned in writing him a letter – straight from the heart. And she held nothing back. This was her first semester in college and as a new freshman, she was becoming engrossed in the freedoms she had never known before now. Dorm life was eye-opening and so were the weekend parties. But Katie always walked a straight line when it came to class work. She took everything seriously and pursued what she wanted with a passion. That’s why the day she first walked into his class, she fell seriously in love with him. And that’s why she did all that she needed to in order to wind up in his office today. She sat down in the cushioned chair behind his desk, taking a moment to sit crossed-legged before parting her thighs and stretching her legs out to rest her ankles on the edge of the desk. This meeting wasn’t about academics, but rather the completion of an urge she simply couldn’t control anymore and didn’t want to. And if the lust in her heart was anything like what he could feel for her, then all the competition she went through to get here would’ve been well worth the effort. All she needed to do was invest in the wiles which fueled her passion to begin with. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, leaving just enough of a glimpse of her cleavage and the lacey edges of her white bra to make him want to see more. Feeling the backside of her legs, she checked to make certain she hadn’t missed any hairs. In her purse, she had every possible thing needed for every possible direction her time with him may have gone. She pealed her pink skirt up, pulling out the waistband of her white cotton panties, to make certain of her smoothness all over. Her tiny fingertips reached inside her panties and crossed over a peach she had taken quite some time. Heaving her chest and arching her lower back, she traced the outer lips of her labia, teasing her waking arousal before concentrating on her hood. She leaned her head back against the cushion chair as she closed her eyes and let out the first many small whimpers of enjoyment. Yeah, it was a lot of work being a girl, but it was worth it all. She was a girl and he was a guy she liked. Her imagination ran wild. And she saw herself as his lover, his soul mate, his wife … even his BabyGirl (but that would be a revelation of the future, not of the moment.) And they way that she saw it, there was only one thing that stood between the present and the life to follow … she simply needed to tell him how she felt. Recognizing that she could be crushed in a single instant with a single breath of air, she knew that the first impression needed to be lasting. And as the office door opened, she leaped up onto his desk, sitting up and stretching her legs out. It was the fantasy she dreamed and the fantasy she had merely to begin making the rest of her life. The power needed was in her hands and in her heart. Every little advancement in life or good fortune Katie had found came from a bit of hard work and determination –made harder, from time to time, by the natural competition she often encountered from other girls. She accepted that life would always make her work harder than others to get those things which many rarely had to lift a finger to acquire. But she had long since gotten over the hurt of that. Instead, she channeled that hurt into determination. That’s why she basked in the victory she had all ready won by being in her professor’s office. And sitting on the top of his desk as he entered the room, she was ready to let her wiles do the talking. She would not feel guilty for having won the competitions of life nor would she feel bad for what she had to do to get where she was now. Her professor shut the door behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, seeing her sprawled out on his desk with crossed legs, a heaving chest and a twinkle in her eye which showed the lust in her thoughts. “We need to talk, Katie,