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[Preston] The Unlikely Couple (Updated 3-9-2017)

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Okay, so I started to feel better and more industrious.

 

The Unlikely Couple (Part 9)

Very little about the process of picking out the other babyish furniture stuck in Jaye’s memory, as she was in a world of her own, hung up on the awful notion that Brynn was planning to have fake penises inserted into her pussy, ass and mouth at some point. It felt to her like the ultimate betrayal.

She snapped out of her daze when she was carried through the door near the counter. The room was essentially its own building, constructed adjacent to the main structure as an add-on. It was fairly narrow, but stretched almost as far as the eye could see and it had a second floor as well. The shelves and racks were stocked from wall to wall with baby clothes sized for adults as well as various accessories. Despite her repulsion, she was in awe of just how much of it there was.

A graceful, woman in her thirties with voluptuous dark hair was sitting in a chair behind the counter. She greeted them warmly, but didn’t get up.

“We just bought a slew of goodies from your worse half and figured we should do the same for you.” Lucas’ borderline flirty tone was enough to nauseate Jaye, but she said nothing, fearing the retribution that would result from it.  

“Well, I sure appreciate it, Lucas,” she said in a sweet voice that underlined her innate femininity. As they approached the counter, Jaye got a better view of why she was sitting down. She was breastfeeding a baby. No, not a baby, but a woman dressed much the same as Jaye was. The expression of humiliation on the woman’s face was apparent; she was burning with shame. Her red face gave that away. Everyone acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Brynn, though, looked a little flustered by the scene. Maybe this was a good sign; a sign that she would realize how outlandish this was. Perhaps there was hope after all.

“I see your little niece is doing well,” Shyla stated, nodding toward the woman on her lap.

The dark-haired beauty, who Jaye deduced was Samantha, smiled. “Oh yes. She’s still quite a brat sometimes, but we’re getting somewhere with her finally. She’s been with us since last summer, so it’s been quite a journey, but the results are speaking for themselves.” Her next sentence was in a slight coo-ing tone and was aimed mostly at the girl, “Little Tammy here sure isn’t breaking and entering any more… are you, baby girl?”

With a face as red as a fresh tomato, Tammy, still latched onto her aunt’s left breast, shook her head in the negative. A tear leaked from her eye, down her cheek and onto Samantha’s blouse. Jaye felt sorry for her, but she was more concerned with her own plight at the moment. On some weird level, she was just glad the spotlight was on someone else for a change.

Lucas and Shyla introduced Brynn and Jaye to Samantha and engaged in small-talk for a few minutes before moving on to check out the merchandise. The first place Brynn took her was an area filled with racks of fluffy, poofy dresses. She oohed and ahhhed over every ridiculous dress she came across, while Jaye was forced to endure it all. She plucked many of them from the racks and brought them up to the front counter until time for them to check out. Once a deposit of clothes was made, she would carry Jaye back to the racks for more looking. In addition to the fluffiest, most horrendous dresses imaginable, she selected a lot of other clothes: babyish rompers and jumpers, sundresses, skirts and the like. Not one stitch of it could even come close to passing as something a grown woman would wear.

Lucas also pointed out a special section of clothes designed specifically for punishments and humiliation. As if the clothes they already selected weren’t humiliating enough! The first rack Brynn approached had simple shirts, but it wasn’t until Brynn began thumbing through them that Jaye understood how they could be used as punishment. Each shirt had text on it, often accompanied by a cartoony illustration to drive the point home: “Fully-Loaded Diaper Girl”, “I’ve been a bad little baby”, “I love poopy diapers”, “My butt cheeks are as read as my face”... there seemed to be no end to the embarrassing shirts. Many of them made Brynn giggle. Jaye, on the other hand, found them to be less than amusing. Brynn snatched at least four or five from the rack, with Shyla offering to take them “up front” for her.

The other punishment clothes were at least as bad. One of the worst was a long-sleeved sleeper that looked like a babyish nightgown with a drawstring at the end; it was designed to trap the wearer’s legs in what was essentially a bag. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The entirety of the interior was lined with heavy wool, which would be both itchy and hot. Just as she thought Brynn was going to pass it up, she pulled it from the rack and let Shyla carry it to the counter.

“I’m not wearing that thing..” protested Jaye, in a voice that was less self-assured than her normal voice.

Brynn looked down at her, riding helplessly on her hip and said, “First of all, I think we made it clear that you were to speak in baby-talk from now on. Secondly, you won’t HAVE to wear it if you behave like a good baby.” Jaye looked to the ground, deflated. Her offensive was aborted just like that. She inwardly cursed herself for giving in so easily, but that was just a remnant of her old self. The rest of her knew that she was now just a baby and would have to suffer whatever the adults deemed appropriate.

But just to add insult to injury, Brynn added, “Do you understand?”

Jaye slowly nodded her head, but that wasn’t good enough. “I can’t hear your head rattle, sweet-pea. I want to hear you say it… appropriately.”

Damn it! Again?? There was a pause. “Well?” urged Brynn impatiently.

With a sigh, Jaye said, “Yes, Mommy. Jaywene undewstands.” Brynn was happy with that and gave her a little peck on her forehead. Jaye couldn’t believe this was happening. It was all too surreal.

The next hour was spent going through every rack and shelf in the store. Tights, pacifiers, bonnets, rubber mittens meant to keep her from being able to articulate her fingers, petticoats, gargantuan hairbows, sleepers, cutesy shoes, toys… you name it!

By the time they gathered all their goods and paid for them, Tammy had long since been finished with her feeding and was in a small playpen behind the counter where Samantha could keep a close eye on her.

Lucas hauled load after load to the van. Shyla, Brynn and Jaye had remained inside talking to Samantha. Well, Shyla was really the only one talking to her much. Brynn was strangely silent, almost as if she wanted to ask something but hadn’t worked up the nerve just yet.

Samantha was astute, however, and asked her if everything was okay.

“Yeah…” she said hesitantly, “I was just wondering…”

Samantha smiled and placed her hand on Brynn’s. “You can ask me anything you want, honey.”

“Why exactly… do you, you know, breastfeed Tammy?”

Samantha smiled comfortingly. Brynn had been nervous to ask such a personal question and was relieved when she saw it didn’t upset her.

“Several reasons. First of all, my sister and I talked and decided that it would be best to re-raise Tammy from scratch since she just couldn’t stay out of trouble… and to me, starting over includes breastfeeding. Secondly, she has very brittle bones and breast milk helps strengthen them. And last but not least, it creates an inseparable bond between the baby and the one breastfeeding her.”

Brynn’s eyes lit up with that last one. She wanted so desperately to create an unbreakable bond and make Jaye see her as her mommy! When Jaye saw her eyes, she knew she was in deep, deep trouble. But she would draw the line at being fed from her own life partner’s teat. That was just too far!

“How do you produce the milk?

“Actually,” Samantha said, “I take a bi-monthly shot from Lucas’ son, Alexander. It allows me to produce plenty of milk.”

Oh, man! This was looking worse and worse all the time. Not only did Brynn light up like a damn Christmas tree at the thought of breastfeeding, but the means to make it happen was within easy reach. Not good at all!

“Oh,” replied Brynn gleefully.

Shyla looked pleased and asked, “Are you thinking of breastfeeding Baby Jaylene?”

Brynn tried to suppress her excitement. “It’s something I’d like to consider.” Her eyes told a very different story. Jaye was certain that her mind was already made up, despite the words coming out of her mouth.

Samantha piped up, “I think it’s a grand idea. Few things put a little one in ‘baby space’ quicker than breastfeeding.”

“Baby space?,” asked Brynn.

Samantha explained, “It’s kind of a special place a little one’s mind goes to where they feel like true babies and all is harmonious with the world. Even the most defiant babies find their baby space eventually. And when it happens, it’s magical.”

“Wow, that does sound nice.”

Jaye wanted so badly to revolt against it right then and there. She wanted to rail on them all for this idiocy; to let them know that this whole charade is over and that she would find a way back to South Carolina. But how would she get there? Hitchhiking proved to be sheer folly and she had pissed most of her family off, so they definitely wouldn’t wire her money or drive halfway across the country to pick her up. And where would she stay once she got back home? Again, she had alienated most everyone who had been in her life and she had no job prospects. Maybe her old friend Melissa would do her a solid. She had a nice car and loved road trips. Wait. Jaye got her hung up in a nasty bit of drama a year ago and the two hadn’t spoken since. How about Joe? His Charger would sure make it to Preston and for a little dough, he’d do almost anything. Crap! Jaye had accused him of hitting on Brynn and broke his nose last March. Perhaps Shanique would Western Union her some cash for a bus ticket. Shit! She still owed Shanique close to a thousand dollars, so THAT was out.

No, Jaye was stuck in Preston, whether she liked it or not. The rebel in her wanted to lash out and do something brash… but that’s what landed her in this position in the first place. Maybe an opportunity would arise soon. Yes, something would come up, she was sure of it. Good things come to those who wait. She would bide her time and as soon as the opportunity arose, she’d get out of there and never look back… even if she was having a hard time learning to hate Brynn.

By the time she filtered through all these thoughts, she was being buckled back into the car seat and they were leaving the parking lot. She noticed that Brynn was staring at her. Not in a mean way or a creepy way… but with genuine love. It was the first time she had looked at her in such a way in over a year. They mostly just fought. How could she look at Jaye like that while she was dressed so preposterously? It baffled her. But like a good baby, she stayed silent and simply looked away. She just couldn’t take locking eyes with her.

Just then, they hit a bit of a pothole and for the first time, Jaye became aware of the pressure in her bladder… as well as her bowels. That was okay, she thought to herself… she has always had great control of her bodily functions. She would be fine. She squeezed her legs together or at least as close as her cumbersomely thick diaper would allow, which wasn’t very close at all.

“Now,” Lucas declared, “it’s time to buy YOU some clothes, Miss Brynn.”


 

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13 hours ago, Bree Buck said:

I had planned to have a new installment ready for last Friday, but I've been sick since early Friday. I hope to have the next segment ready late Tuesday. :)

 

feel better soon!

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Wow, I love that she is thinking about nursing her baby lol I love stories that include nursing in them 

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11 hours ago, babynicole said:

 

feel better soon!

Thank you. I'm feeling a bit better today. Hopefully, that trend will continue. :)

4 hours ago, treasuresman said:

Wow, I love that she is thinking about nursing her baby lol I love stories that include nursing in them 

I'm a sucker for that as well, though I suppose that's obvious. :D

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28 minutes ago, Bree Buck said:

I'm a sucker for that as well, though I suppose that's obvious.

Was that pun intentional? Either way you get a "Ha" out of me. Thanks for the update. I am interested to see how well Brynn takes to her new wardrobe. 

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5 minutes ago, Shotgun Diplomat said:

Was that pun intentional? Either way you get a "Ha" out of me. Thanks for the update. I am interested to see how well Brynn takes to her new wardrobe. 

Yeah, I'm a punstress. :)

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I love where this is going! I can't wait to see what happens next!

 

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Fantastic updates. I have still been working on getting caught back up so once again I got a couple of chapters behind again. I like how Jaylene has given in some and is more accepting of her situation but that Jaye isn't completely gone yet. She is waiting for her time to come before she acts. One question that kept popping into my head during the shopping trip was how is Brynn going to pay for all of this. I know Lucas offered her a job but this seems like a very expensive trip so far. I will be waiting for more. 

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On 1/11/2017 at 4:16 AM, Diaperingdaddy said:

I love where this is going! I can't wait to see what happens next!

 

Much appreciated.

2 hours ago, CDfm said:

Fantastic updates. I have still been working on getting caught back up so once again I got a couple of chapters behind again. I like how Jaylene has given in some and is more accepting of her situation but that Jaye isn't completely gone yet. She is waiting for her time to come before she acts. One question that kept popping into my head during the shopping trip was how is Brynn going to pay for all of this. I know Lucas offered her a job but this seems like a very expensive trip so far. I will be waiting for more. 

I'm glad you're enjoying Jaylene's personal strife-filled journey. Her past has finally caught up with her. Burning bridges is not a wise thing to do. :)

As for the shopping trip, Lucas is footing the bill. He uses that manner of thing to help manipulate people and to make them think he's a generous man.

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The Unlikely Couple (Part 10)

The next store they entered was called Newberry’s and it was an old fashioned department store. It wasn’t posh, but it certainly wasn’t a low-rent dollar store either. Even from the outside, Jaye could tell that. Before they unstrapped her from her car seat, Lucas stepped around the the back of the van and unloaded something. She couldn’t tell what it was because being in the carseat limited her view, but deep down knew that she wasn’t going to like it.

Everyone was now out of the vehicle except her, which only added to her gut feeling. The door opened and Brynn unfastened the straps, picking her up just as one would a small tyke. She was never going to get used to that. Upon rounding the back of the van, she saw that the stroller they purchased at Simms’ was all set up and ready for her to be lowered down into, which is exactly what happened.

With her being seated in it, Lucas asked Brynn if she wanted to use the arm straps. This baffled Jaye. What arm straps? Why would a stroller have arm straps? As if in answer, Brynn remarked, “Yeah. That way she can’t go covering her face up out of embarrassment. She has to get used to all this.”

For whatever reason, Jaye loathed being spoken about as if she wasn’t even there. It was so demeaning, making it clear that she was only going to be regarded as a baby. She started to argue about the straps; a quick glare from Brynn halted the notion. On went the straps---two for each arm---ensuring that she couldn’t move them at all. She wanted to hide her face, but that was to be impossible. No, she would have to face the world head-on… as a baby.

Brynn crouched down so that her face was pretty close to Jaye’s. “Okay, now, Mommy needs to go buy herself some clothes. And she can’t concentrate on that if Baby Jaylene is acting bad. Will you be Mommy’s good little girl while I shop?”

Jaye cast her eyes downward and after a pause, she nodded. The sigh that came from Brynn let her know that that wasn’t going to suffice. Jaye didn’t want to speak because she was now expected to adopt a childish lisp, complete with baby-talk. The reluctance to speak lingered in the air as all eyes were on her. Damn vultures, all of them, just waiting for her to plunge deeper into her humiliation and despair. Talking that way made her feel small and stupid, not to mention weak… and she hated all of those things.

“Yes, Mommy.” she replied dully.

Brynn looked her in the eyes and said, “Baby, I really think you can do better with the baby-talk. This is really important to me. I want you to sound like the sweet little baby I know you can be. Please try again.”

Inside Jaye’s mind, she was growling in anger… but none of that showed itself in her next words. “Yeth, Mommy.”

“Okay, but I think you can say more than just that, don’t you?”

Jaye seethed. “Yeth, Mommy,” she said before pausing to figure out what she was expecting to hear. “Jaywene will be youwr good wittle giwrl while you shop.” Using that name, let alone lisping it, made her skin crawl. She could feel her pride eroding more and more every time she’s forced to say it.

Brynn looked so pleased and gave her a hug. “Thank you, my little angel.”

During the trek across the parking lot and the short stint down the sidewalk, Jaye became incredibly aware of how many people were out and about at any given time in Preston. This was unfortunate for her because she had to look at every single person who came their way. In just the short amount of time, hree people complimented Brynn, who was pushing the stroller, on her “cute little girl”. She eventually took the only option she had left at her disposal… she scrunched her eyes closed as tight as she could. It helped, but only marginally.

The traffic in the store itself was less intense, something for which Jaye was grateful. Lucas stopped to shake hands and chat with a couple of men who were obviously there waiting for their wives to finish shopping. Brynn pushed the stroller onward, with Shyla directing her toward the right section of the store. Jaye had a slight reprieve; for once, the attention was on Brynn rather than her.

She just sat there helplessly in the stroller while the adults looked at clothes, her eyes shut. Her mind drifted back to a simpler time in her life, one in which she was happy and free to do as she pleased. She took it all for granted then, but that was no longer the case now. She had it so good and didn’t even realize it. She thought back to helping her father roof houses, cracking jokes and listening to loud music while doing so. She thought back to all those parties in which she drank more alcohol than was wise and getting into scuffles with other inebriated party-goers. But most of all, she thought about the earliest days of her relationship with Brynn; they were so happy just being in each other’s presence. They laughed, snuggled and relished their time together.

It was all such a sharp contrast to where she was today: clad in a fluffy dress, her legs encased in tights, a thick diaper covering her most intimate parts and having to call Brynn “Mommy” in the most babyish voice she could conjure up. Gone was the freedom. Gone was the good times. Gone was having any semblance of personal choice.

Jaye was snapped back to reality by a sharp bladder pang. She always had good bladder control, so she figured she would be able to hold it until… well, she wasn’t sure. She could hold it until they returned to Lucas’ mansion, but then what? She wouldn’t be allowed to use the toilet anyway. Perhaps she could figure out a way to sneak to the bathroom. With that damnable inescapable crib they bought, though, that may be a far more difficult prospect than one might figure… not that they would allow her to be out of their sight for long to begin with. She was running out of options for avoiding expunging into her diaper and that frightened her. To her, peeing in the diaper would be taking away the last vestiges of her adulthood and she was determined not to let that happen. She just couldn’t let it go that easily.

She looked up angrily at Brynn as Shyla was holding up a dress to her to see how it would look. What chafed her the most was that Brynn looked like she was having the time of her life, while she was sitting in an oversized baby stroller, dressed like a toddler and squeezing her legs together in an effort not to pee. It’s not that she didn’t want Brynn to be happy… it’s just that she wanted happiness too.

Brynn was indeed having a good time, something she never thought possible, considering she never really cared for feminine clothes. She wasn’t exactly against skirts and such, like Jaye was. She just always preferred more practical clothes.

“I think this might be too short,” said Brynn. The dress being held up to her was dark red with short sleeves and it was, as Brynn acknowledged, exceedingly short. And tight.

“Nonsense,” scoffed Shyla, waving her opinion off. “You’ve got fantastic legs. You should show them off as much as possible.”

Brynn blushed a little. “You… really think so?”

“Absolutely. Those long legs were MEANT for tiny skirts and dresses… and when you pair that dress up with suntan pantyhose and high heels, you’re going to have half the men in Preston drooling every time you walk by.”

A slightly embarrassed smile came across Brynn’s beautiful face. She was flattered… and excited by that notion. She was still flustered, though. “That doesn’t really matter to me,” she stammered, trying to convince herself of that. The truth was that she longed for the company of a man, but never followed through on it because of Jaye’s feelings.

Shyla had been around reluctant girls before and reassured her, “It’s okay for it to matter to you. Jaylene isn’t your life partner now… and she’s going to need a daddy soon. It’s something you need to start thinking about.

Jaye could keep her cool no longer. It was one thing to humiliate her like this, but it was something else entirely to suggest that Brynn should dump her in favor of a man.

“Listen, lady,” she yelled out, causing a few other customers to gawk, “Brynn is my life partner and she’s not going to be with a man! Do you understand, bitch?”

She was hoping to hurt Shyla’s feelings and upset her. Instead, Shyla just looked at her with steely eyes. She had been cursed at by unruly little ones before and wasn’t about to let this one get under her skin. The baby’s reaction didn’t surprise her in the least. What DID surprise her, however, was Brynn’s reaction.

Brynn, without hesitation, marched over to Jaye and unbuckled the arm straps of the stroller, lifting Jaye out of it in spite of the little one’s struggles. She sat down on a fairly ornate “waiting sofa” with Jaye positioned face-down over her knees.

“I’ve just about had it with your behavior, Jaylene,” she said sternly and with grave seriousness. “You will NOT speak to adults that way, young lady, especially ones who have been so good to us.”

“Let me go, you psychopath! Put me down! Nowwwwww!”

Jaye’s protests fell upon deaf ears.

“What are you doing? Stop it!”

No response from Brynn, who flung Jaylene’s dress and petticoats over her back. Her diaper and tights were quickly yanked down, exposing her adorable little backside for the whole store to see.

When Jaye realized what was getting ready to happen, she wriggled around to get off her lap. It was for naught. Brynn’s grip was strong and her determination to carry out this much-needed punishment was absolute. “NOOOOOOO,” she bellowed out in panic.

Brynn’s hand came crashing down on her ass with a resounding ‘smack’ as flesh met flesh. Another blow came immediately thereafter and then another. All the while, Jaye kicked her little legs, not caring that it actually made her look even more like a real child. She refused to cry, regardless of the pain she was experiencing.

One swat after another followed, her round little butt growing redder with each one. Jaye’s desperation was obvious; she couldn’t hide it. More swats came raining down with sharp slapping sounds. Was there any end to Brynn’s stamina? Was she going to keep this up all night. Shyla was impressed and saw great potential in her.

Jaye’s protests suddenly became less forceful and more pleading in nature. “PLEEEEEASE! STOPPPPPPP!”

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson, Jaylene!”

The assault on her fanny continued. The pain was immense and she could almost feel tears welling up in her eyes. No! She wouldn’t give Brynn the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Crying was for wusses and children… and she was neither! She gave up on trying to escape, though her legs were still kicking with each swat. Instead, she focused her thoughts on maintaining what little dignity she had left. She would not cry!

The spanking carried on, the agony increasing every second or two. Every single time her hand thrashed her butt cheeks, it became harder and harder to keep her composure. How much longer could she keep it together? Why wouldn’t the spanking cease? When would she stop?

What was that? No, no, it couldn’t be. Not a tear falling from her eye onto the sofa! She had to stop it! She wouldn’t let them win? She wouldn’t let them turn her into a crying child! Another droplet from her eye! She was losing the fight! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!

Ten more swats hammered down on her tender flesh and the floodgates opened. Tears poured from her eyes, snot leaked from her nose and she was wailing in pain and shame. “Pweeeease, Mommy, pwease stop! Jaywene will be a good babyyyyyyy! Pweeeeeeeeaaaase!”   

Brynn knew at that point that she was one sorry little baby, but she felt she had to truly drive the message home that she was just a baby and would have to behave, so she continued the spanking with another thirty swats. With each swat came more bawling and begging.

By the time the spanking stopped, Jaye was laying limply across her mommy’s knees, blubbering like a baby, sobbing heavily. She couldn’t bear to look up, fearful that a crowd was watching. No crowd existed, however, because this kind of thing had become so commonplace in Preston. Only Shyla was watching.

Jaye was beaten… defeated.

“Now…,” asked Brynn, who was a bit out of breath now, “are you going to behave like a good baby?”

Through her sniffling and sobs, she responded, “Y-y-yes, Mommy.”

“And are you going to learn to accept the fact that you aren’t going to be my life partner any more?”

She paused, not wanting to concede that. Brynn thwapped her buttocks five more times, as if to prompt an answer. “OOOWWWWWIIEEE!” she cried out in the most babyish way imaginable.

More crying ensued, but she managed to choke out, “Y-y-y-yes, Mommy.”

“And do you understand that Mommy is going to find herself a man and that he will be my only lover?”

This caused a flood of tears. How could she agree to something like that? But she had no choice at all. “Y-y-y-y-es, Mommy.”

“Okay, now I want to hear you say it, to prove that you mean it.”

Heaving with sobs, Jaye sputtered, “Jaywene will be a good baby. You awren’t my wife pawrtnewr any mowre and you’wre going to find a man to be youwr new wovewr.” Having to say it broke her a little inside; a part of her died, never to return. She was never going to be anything more than a baby whose only purpose is to be taken care of by adults.

With that realization, her bladder unleashed a torrent of urine all over Mommy’s lap. Uh-oh!

 

 

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That last chapter was rather depressing. Brynn doesn't want Jaye as a girlfriend anymore? 

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37 minutes ago, Cya said:

That last chapter was rather depressing. Brynn doesn't want Jaye as a girlfriend anymore? 

Not in the "life partner" sense. But I won't reveal how it all shakes out. It won't always be this dark and gloomy.

Just remember that both women are adjusting to the change and both are very emotional... which is exactly what Lucas wanted.

Every story needs to have a dark part, just like Empire Strikes Back was in the original Star Wars trilogy.

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I'd love if Jaye decided to run away and Brynn has some thinking to do before they reunite? Or so. 

You can't just abduct another person against their will and humiliate them so much without them trying to regain their old freedom.

The saddest part seems that Jaye still loves Brynn, but Brynn doesn't seem to love Jaye that much anymore. I guess she loves her more in a motherly way now, but that's unknown to Jaye as far as I didn't miss anything. So she basically told her that she isn't her lover anymore and she's going to find somebody else. Who does that? It triggers me. And probably broke Jayes heart.

I hope you don't make the whole regressing part too easy on Brynn and Jaye is definitly not the person who would just give everything up. Please don't let it be a generic "she slowly regresses and doesn't try to avoid anything" story. 

Maybe let Jaye and Brynn have a talk, where Jaye can express why she is unhappy?

Anyway those are just my wishes for the story! Obviously it is still your story and you can do what you want. ;)

Amazing setup and writing by the way. Great work! I'm really looking forward to the next chapters.

 

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7 hours ago, little Shao said:

I'd love if Jaye decided to run away and Brynn has some thinking to do before they reunite? Or so. 

You can't just abduct another person against their will and humiliate them so much without them trying to regain their old freedom.

The saddest part seems that Jaye still loves Brynn, but Brynn doesn't seem to love Jaye that much anymore. I guess she loves her more in a motherly way now, but that's unknown to Jaye as far as I didn't miss anything. So she basically told her that she isn't her lover anymore and she's going to find somebody else. Who does that? It triggers me. And probably broke Jayes heart.

I hope you don't make the whole regressing part too easy on Brynn and Jaye is definitly not the person who would just give everything up. Please don't let it be a generic "she slowly regresses and doesn't try to avoid anything" story. 

Maybe let Jaye and Brynn have a talk, where Jaye can express why she is unhappy?

Anyway those are just my wishes for the story! Obviously it is still your story and you can do what you want. ;)

Amazing setup and writing by the way. Great work! I'm really looking forward to the next chapters.

 

I just ask you to trust me and stick it out. I've had the story outline finished before I even started the story itself. Not to give a spoiler, but they both do still love each other. It's a story of how two people's love can morph into another type of love and all the struggles, pain and confusion that would realistically result from that. And please don't forget that Lucas Budd is manipulating so much, especially on Brynn's end. It's why people like him are so dangerous, even in the real world (Manson, Jim Jones, David Koresh, etc.).

And one thing I guarantee is that this isn't going to be a generic "she slowly regresses and doesn't try to avoid anything" story. 

Like I said before, every story should have it's dark parts, which is something I feel is lacking in many fetish stories. You can't have the light without the dark first. That would take away any dramatic impact the story could have. 

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That's good to hear. I'm a huge fan of real happy endings!

Can't wait for the next chapter :rolleyes:

 

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On a lighter note. . . Now that Jaye in thoroughly put in her place as her plaything . . . To be put in the triple dildo encrusted box to practice her "happy endings" :02_EmoticonsHDcom: whenever her head is freed from the ruffles of mommies skirt that is. ... I was totally expecting Brynn to be twisted in this chapter by Lucas into some other sort of plaything. (Love your Tumblr by the way)

Very good chapter, love the twist. I look forward to your next chapter.

 

 

Diapering Daddy 

 

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1 hour ago, Diaperingdaddy said:

On a lighter note. . . Now that Jaye in thoroughly put in her place as her plaything . . . To be put in the triple dildo encrusted box to practice her "happy endings" :02_EmoticonsHDcom: whenever her head is freed from the ruffles of mommies skirt that is. ... I was totally expecting Brynn to be twisted in this chapter by Lucas into some other sort of plaything. (Love your Tumblr by the way)

Very good chapter, love the twist. I look forward to your next chapter.

 

 

Diapering Daddy 

 

LOL! Lucas isn't done with these two just yet. That's all I can say. It's very interesting to write such an insufferable bastard. Luckily, I've been roleplaying him for years as a major NPC, so it comes easily.

I'm glad you like the story and my Tumblr.

For those unfamiliar with my Tumblr blog, you'll find lots of photo captions set in Preston. 

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The Unlikely Couple (Part 11)

The store attendants were understanding about Jaye’s accident and helpfully mopped the urine from the floor while Brynn cleaned herself up in the store restroom and changed into one of her new outfits. It was a flattering ensemble consisting of a very short turquoise dress that hugged her ample figure, beige pantyhose and peep-toed stilettos that made her stand five inches taller than her actual height. A white belt completed the outfit.

She emerged from the bathroom, along with Shyla, who had assisted her. Lucas had stayed with Jaye to clean her up with the wet-wipes stored in her diaper bag. Her dress was still a little damp, but most of the damage was done to Brynn’s clothes as well as the floor. The diaper, though, was a total loss, as the pee had gotten all over the outside plastic. Lucas changed her into a new one. She was far too upset and preoccupied with her own thoughts to protest. Besides, she never wanted a spanking like that again.

Jaye was secretly dreading Brynn’s return from the restroom out of stark terror that she would be angry with her for peeing on her lap. To her surprise, her fear was unfounded. “There’s my baby girl,” she cooed as she approached the stroller that Lucas had just placed her into. What a relief! She couldn’t take another spanking, physically or emotionally. Jaye forced a slight smile at her mommy.

During the car ride home, Jaye swelled on everything that transpired. Everything, from the humiliation of being spanked like a baby to all the things Brynn said. So they were no longer a couple. Jaye had been expecting this ever since they had to leave South Carolina. She suspected that Brynn would have broken it off with her and left for California alone had she not felt like she would have been abandoning a helpless child. But she wasn’t a child. At least not then. Now, though, even Jaye couldn’t deny what she has become.

Was Brynn just looking for an excuse to be rid of her so she could find a man? Jaye remembered the topic of a three-way encounter with a man being brought up, but she had vetoed the notion outright. She didn’t want some grubby man pawing all over her woman whether she was there or not. It just wasn’t going to happen. Even before they became an item, Brynn confessed to her that she wasn’t sure if she could be fulfilled without also having sex with a man. When a strap-on was suggested by Brynn as a possible solution, it was also vetoed… as was a vibrator… and double-ended dildo... and every other option that involved vaginal penetration. Jaye simply didn’t see the need for all that. Clitoral orgasms should be good enough.

Before long, they were back at Lucas’ mansion. Brynn carried Jaye in on her hip, a position that was rapidly becoming old hat. But now, the position was particularly uncomfortable on her sore bottom. Every step Brynn took caused the bottom portion of her posterior to slam a bit against the hip bone. But she didn’t dare complain. Brynn now had a bluff in on her diminutive baby girl and the fear of another spanking was enough to make her behave.

“I think I have a tired little one on my hands here, so I’m going to put her down for a nap,” Brynn announced, talking as if Jaye was too much of a baby to be talked to directly. “She’s had a long, trying day.”

“That’s a good idea, Brynn,” agreed Lucas. “That’ll give me enough time to show you the house on my back property that I’m giving to you, and I can get little Jaylene’s nursery set up.”

Jaye really wished people would stop talking around her that way. She wasn’t an idiot. She could understand everything they were saying. Her outspoken nature urged her to rail against it, but her self-preservation kept it in check.

“Come on, baby doll, let’s get you down,” chirped Brynn with a kiss to the top of her head.

She was taken back to the room they had been staying in. She sat her on the bed and pulled the dress and petticoats off, leaving her sitting there in her tights, diaper and shoes. Jaye certainly didn’t mourn the loss of those cumbersome articles of clothes, but she felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, instinctively covering up her tiny little breasts that clearly didn’t need a bra. Brynn pulled back the blankets and got her laid down before taking off her shoes.

Then came the most humiliating part of the process: the diaper check. She pulled the diaper out a bit in the front to check for wetness and then, rolling her over a little, checked her backside for any poop. This infuriated Jaye. She could have simply asked her if she had used the diaper, but no… she had to check herself, the implication being that she wouldn’t know whether or not she peed or pooped in her own diaper.

“All dry,” she said in the most chipper voice sh’d ever heard. Jaye was laid back, covered up and tucked in.

“Brynn?” asked Jaye in a small voice.

In a sweet, motherly voice, Brynn replied, “Sweetpea, didn’t we agree that you were going to baby-talk and call me ‘Mommy’ from now on?” Actually, Jaye never agreed to that, but she wasn’t about to contradict her.

“Please, just this once, let me talk like an adult.”

Brynn mulled it over a few seconds before agreeing.

Once given the go-ahead, Jaye asked, “Why don’t you love me?” Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes.

The question really broke Brynn’s heart. Had she been that awful to her? Tears began forming in her eyes too. “Oh, sweetheart, OF COURSE I love you. I love you more than life itself. But I think maybe the love I feel for you is different now than how it was in the beginning. I mean, at first, it felt like we really were life partners, but eventually, it was mostly just me following you around to keep you out of trouble. After a while, I think my love for you morphed into some kind of motherly love. Maybe it’s my fault. It probably is. I should have given you tough love, but I didn’t. I just wondered why you were always wanting to be somewhere other than with me, like out drinking with friends or playing football with co-workers. Any time I suggested that we do something as a couple, you seemed so… disinterested. There was always a reason you couldn’t do it, you know? And you never wanted to have sex unless you were drunk. Over time, I felt more like your caregiver than your life partner. And when we arrived here in Preston, I saw an opportunity to make that official. I fought it at first, but the more Lucas explained things, the more it felt right.”

Jaye looked at her intensely. “Was I… really that bad.” Her lip was quivering.

“Not always. On those rare occasions where it seemed like you wanted to be with me, you made me smile and it felt like everything was going to be right with the world again. I always held onto the hope that it would continue being that way. Then you’d go back to the disinterested, hot-tempered Jaye that was always out doing… whatever it is you always did when you went out.”

“I’ll be better. I promise. Let’s just get in the van and go to California. I’ll change. You’ll see. This time it’ll be different.”
Brynn looked sad and even a little conflicted. There was a pause. “I wish I could believe that. I really do, but you’ve given me that same song and dance so many times. And is it really healthy for either of us to go back to lying to ourselves about the nature of our love. If you still loved me as a life partner, you wouldn’t have done the things you did. And if I still loved you as a life partner, I would have… I don’t know WHAT I would’ve done. But it sure wouldn’t have been cleaning up after your messes time and time again.”

“Please…”, begged Jaye.

“No, sweetie. This is the way it has to be. I have been loving you the way a mother loves an errant daughter and you’ve been loving me the way an errant daughter loves her mother. I can’t go back to pretending. It’s not good for either of us. Don’t you see that?”

Jaye just looked downward, not wanting to make eye contact. Was Brynn right? Had their love transformed into whatever this is? Did they truly not love each other as life partners? Was there any hope left for them?

“You have to make a choice, Jaylene.” There was that damn name again. “If you don’t want to be here with me, I’ll set you free; I’ll make sure you have a way back to South Carolina and get you some cash to take with you. If you DO want to be here with me, it will be as my baby girl. There is no other way. I don’t want to lose you, but if you can’t accept these terms then…”

The way she left off with the sentence said it all. It was the ever-dramatic dot-dot-dot; the cliffhanger; the lead-off that everyone knows what it means.

Jaye did indeed have a choice to make. She knew it in her gut. Could she go back home and fall into the same rut she was in---going from one job to the next, getting into fights, having no direction in life? She WOULD have her freedom, for whatever that’s worth. She would be her own boss with no one to tell her what to do, when to clean up after herself, when to shower, when not to drink beer, when to change her clothes. On the other hand, she would be alone in the world. Sure, she would always find drinking buddies, but that felt empty now for reasons she couldn’t grasp. Before she met Brynn, that seemed good enough, but now… now, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted someone to be there for her when she fell; someone to give her direction when she was like a tumbleweed in the wind; someone who would… take care of her.

The revelation hit her like a hurricane: what she wanted was someone who was like a mother to her. That’s what kept her with Brynn all this time. She didn’t realize it until that very second, but it was true. But she didn’t want it to be true. It COULDN’T be true. No! It couldn’t! She wanted a life partner; an equal. Someone to take care of her and hold her tight. Damn it! It kept coming around to the same thing: someone to take care of her.

Brynn saw the inner turmoil and let it go on a while before asking, “Have you made a decision or do you need to wait until after your nap?”

“I don’t need any more time. I’ve made my decision…”

And this time, the dot-dot-dot was Jaye’s.

 

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I can't begin to express how bad I feel for Jaye. To have the one she truly loves turn against her and tell her so. There can't be much that she has to hang onto anymore. It doesn't matter how much babying she is given or how much loving that treatment seems to be, she has been told she isn't the one any more. My only hope is that she can escape and get as far from those horrible people as she can possibly get. 

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Did nobody ever tell you that cliffhangers are the root of all evil in the world?

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11 hours ago, CDfm said:

I can't begin to express how bad I feel for Jaye. To have the one she truly loves turn against her and tell her so. There can't be much that she has to hang onto anymore. It doesn't matter how much babying she is given or how much loving that treatment seems to be, she has been told she isn't the one any more. My only hope is that she can escape and get as far from those horrible people as she can possibly get. 

I think perhaps that I have failed as a writer to make it clear that both Jaye and Brynn stopped loving each other as life partners before they ever arrived in Preston. Jaye began thinking of her as a caregiver; she never wanted to have sex, never wanted to spend time with her and had no interest doing "couples things". Likewise, Brynn adapted to that and her love for Jaye changed into something more maternal.

And they are only just now realizing it.

It's easy to demonize Brynn, but much of the blame also rests at Jaye's feet. Their relationship as life partners deteriorated long ago and for numerous reasons. The question now is: do they have a clean break or learn to embrace the roles that they've essentially been playing all along without really realizing it?

5 hours ago, little Shao said:

Did nobody ever tell you that cliffhangers are the root of all evil in the world?

I've been told that. ;)

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The Unlikely Couple (Part 12)

Before Jaye could give an answer, there was a tiny knock on the door.

“Come in,” said Brynn. She was anxious about Jaye’s decision, but didn’t want to get it while others were around.

The heavy wooden door opened and there stood little Miracle and Melanie, each carrying several bags from the store. “Daddy said to bring these up here to you. He’s going to take the rest over to your new house,” said Miracle, obviously proud of herself for being helpful. Her big smile was the tell.

Brynn glanced at the bags and realized it was essentials to get both of them through the rest of the day. “Okay, thanks, girls. I appreciate it.”

“Nooooo problem,” said Miracle. The two girls placed the sacks near the head of the bed and departed.

Brynn and Jaye were alone again. Brynn turned toward her little girl, scared that Jaye’s decision would be to go back to South Carolina. She didn’t need to ask. Jaye could see it in her eyes that she was waiting nervously for an answer.

Jaye never was one to draw out such matters. “I’ll… stay. But I’m not happy about all this.” She wasn’t fibbing about not being happy about it. Her mind was still wrestling with itself in regard to how she actually felt about Brynn; whether it was as a lover or as something less adult. She was genuinely perplexed and to her thinking, she didn’t like it. She wouldn’t allow herself to like it.

Her answer was completely unexpected to Brynn, who grabbed her up and held her in a tight hug; a hug that said she never wanted to let her go. Brynn allowed tears of joy fall freely without any attempt to stifle them. Jaye shed a few tears as well, even though she wasn’t entirely sure why. Were they tears of joy or tears of sadness? Or perhaps a hybrid of the two.

“I love you so much, baby girl,” whispered Brynn into Jaye’s ear. Jaye needed that. She really did… even if the love Brynn felt wasn’t the kind Jaye had hoped for. She spent most of her life being unloved by everyone but her father and sister. Now she had someone who was actually crying because she was afraid she was going to lose her. It felt nice… to be wanted… to be needed.

“I… wuv you too,” she whispered back, wiping one of her tears away with her forearm. Brynn didn’t care that she didn’t refer to herself as Jaylene instead of “I”. She only cared that Jaye still loved her after everything that happened over the last twenty-four hours. Their love, in whatever form it was taking, was more real than anything Brynn had experienced before. It was tangible and she knew that she didn’t want to live without her.

After hugging for a long while, Jaye lifted her head from her shoulder and did a final wipe to clear away the rest of her tears.

Brynn wiped away her tears as well. “Please don’t think that because I love you differently than I did in the beginning that I love you any less. I think I love you more because of it. I know that’s going to be difficult for you and I’m sorry for that, but what we have is special. So what if it doesn’t fall into the category of ‘normal’. Screw normal. Our love can be whatever we want it to be. This town helps make that possible.”

Jaye sniffled to prevent snot from running onto her upper lip and nodded, maintaining eye contact. No, this isn’t the type of love she wanted. That much was true. But she was willing to try to live with it. Her Oppositional Defiance Disorder and hot temper would certainly make that difficult, but she planned to do her best.  

Brynn took a deep breath, more than ready to switch gears. When she spoke again, it was a peppier voice, one with renewed happiness. “Okay, little one, how about we finish getting you ready for your nap?”

Jaye nodded again, not quite ready to do any more baby-talking yet. Baby steps, no pun intended.

The process of being tucked into bed wasn’t as soul-crushing as Jaye thought it would be. It was a little embarrassing, sure, but only a tiny blip on the radar compared to all the humiliation she had already been subjected to. Brynn kept only Jaye’s tights and diaper on, bringing the soft, fluffy covers up over her. She then leaned over to sift through the bags Miracle and Melanie left. She produced a small package and opened it. Jaye couldn’t tell what it was, but figured she’d find out soon enough. It wasn’t until the item was upon her that she realized it was a pacifier.

“I’d like for you to sleep with this pacifier, okay, sweetie? It’ll help you get more rest.”

The look on jaye’s face signified that she didn’t want to do it, but she swallowed her pride and opened her mouth to accept it. “That’s my good girl.”  

Brynn stepped back to soak it all in. For Jaye’s part, it felt weird. The bulb was larger than she expected and it caused her to gag just a bit before getting used to it. The shield, too, was big, almost touching the base of her nose. Given her small stature, a regular baby pacifier likely would have sufficed. This one looked comically oversized, which made Brynn smile.

“You look so cute with that in your mouth, baby.” Jaye could only let loose a moan of embarrassment. She made no attempt to remove it though. She promised to do her best to behave and this, she felt, was her chance to show Brynn that she meant it. What Brynn said earlier was true. Every time they had a big fight stemming from Jaye’s behavior, she would apologize and promise to change or shape up or whatever… only to go right back to her old shenanigans. This time would be different.

With a kiss on the forehead, Brynn flicked the light off and quietly exited the room, leaving her baby alone with her conflicted thoughts.

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“So, what do you think?” asked Lucas after giving Brynn the grand tour of the house he was giving her.

She had expected a tiny house that was bare-bones in its construction as well as its furnishings. Even she wasn’t sure why she pictured it that way, given Lucas’ obvious wealth. She was thrilled to find that it was a well designed house that was tastefully decorated and furnished. It looked like a remarkably nice house in any well-to-do suburb in America. It had an open-concept setup with the living room, dining room and kitchen, making it feel larger than it actually was. The second floor housed three bedrooms as well as a master bedroom. The bedrooms weren’t the largest she’d ever seen, but the master bedroom was astonishing and had a nice large window that overlooked the backyard. The bedroom next to the master bedroom had all of the clothes they purchased for Jaye in it, as well as the changing table and crib. Lucas had already set up the crib, but not the changing table.

All told, Brynn couldn’t have asked for something more perfectly suited to her needs and wants.

“I love it,” she replied, letting her eyes rove all over the main living area in awe. “This is even better than the house we were buying in South Carolina. There’s so much space and it looks amazing. How can I ever repay you?”

“No repayment is necessary,” stated Lucas without hesitation. “Just helping you and your little one salvage your love for each other is all the payment I need. I know she doesn’t see it yet, but she will.”

“Actually,” said Brynn somewhat excitedly, “Jaylene and I had kind of a moment when I laid her down for a nap. I think maybe she’s starting to see that this arrangement is for the best. I gave her the chance to opt out and she decided to stay and accept our new life.”

Very little ever surprised Lucas, but this sure did. “Huh,” he said, not really to know what else to say. He figured it would have taken weeks, maybe even months, to get to this stage.

“I mean, I know she’s going to fall off the horse some, but for the first time, I think she really meant it when she said she would do her best to make this work out.

Lucas smiled. “You really do love that girl, don’t you?” It was more of a statement of fact than a question.

Brynn looked deep into his eyes. “I do.”

“Now, sweetheart, you’re going to have to look really close and see how much of the love is maternal and how much of it is romantic. I think you’ll find that the maternal part outweighs the romantic part drastically. Not that that’s a bad thing. Quite the opposite, really. That girl needs parental direction and I have to tell you… I was mighty impressed with how well you handled her when she acted up on our shopping spree. I think you two will be just fine once you find your groove.”

She smiled with no small measure of pride. She really did handle herself well. She was stern but fair. There was one thing she regretted, however.

“I’m a little disappointed in myself in one respect, though,” she confessed.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, back at the department store, I kind of lost my cool with her after she insulted Shyla. I think maybe I went too hard on her and said things I should have kept to myself.”

Lucas was in his element. He loved taking people who may be doubting things and empowering them with positivity. He always knew what people needed to hear. “Darlin’, you’re gonna make mistakes. That one won’t be the last one you make either. Believe me, there will be plenty of them to come. You’re only human and on top of that, you’re brand new to all this. Nobody expects you to be an expert in re-raising an out-of-control adult baby. You have to be realistic about it. You’re going to mess up and she’s going to mess up. No getting around it. As long as you hop back on the horse and try to do better, you’ll be A-okay. Take my word for it.”

It worked. Brynn brightened back up immediately. Lucas basked in another job well done. He learned years ago that sometimes you have to tell people what they want to hear in order to continue manipulating them. The proof was in the pudding. Brynn had started to soften up on Jaye, regretting being so harsh. Instead of trying to forcibly impose the stance that a mommy should always maintain harsh discipline, he let her have her moment of weakness. Otherwise, she may have balked, thinking he was just a sadistic bastard with no compassion and backed away from the lifestyle, escaping in the middle of the night with Jaye. This way, he came off as understanding without telling her it’s okay to be soft.

“How would you feel about helping me decorate Baby Jaylene’s nursery?”

She brightened up even more. “I’d feel great about it.”

For the first time since arriving in Preston, she felt as if things were solid. Jaylene was going to stay, they were beginning to sort out the love they have for one another, she was going to be a homeowner, money wasn’t going to pose any issues and she finally had control over her own destiny. Or so she thought. In reality, though, Lucas was the one in the driver’s seat. She only had the illusion of free will. His machiavellian mind always ensured that he was in total control of everything.

Everything.

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I really do wonder what his end game is, the little we know about him is less than savory (I mean he did destroy people with his mind). Even so despite my misgivings that this is all going to turn into some hellscape reminiscent of Dante's Inferno, I really do like Lucas for his superficial charm and wit, also he has mind powers so that is a huge plus for him. 

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30 minutes ago, Shotgun Diplomat said:

I really do wonder what his end game is, the little we know about him is less than savory (I mean he did destroy people with his mind). Even so despite my misgivings that this is all going to turn into some hellscape reminiscent of Dante's Inferno, I really do like Lucas for his superficial charm and wit, also he has mind powers so that is a huge plus for him. 

Actually it's his little daughter, Miracle, who melts brains. But all the same, he does indeed have mind powers and he is a charming bastard.

I'll grant 100 Cool Points (which can be redeemed for a Hervé Villechaize sculpture made of Spam) to the first person who can guess the fictional television character I loosely based Lucas Budd on. The show is fairly obscure, so this won't be easy. :)

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The Mentalist is the one that comes to mind for me. 

Hugs,

Freta

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