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Poor Kimmy,

Hopefully there are not many more "reward" scenes like this...

Otherwise its another wonderful chapter showing how much deeper down the rabbit hole Kimmy will go.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Mommy held up another photo.  A picture of me, back home, a lifetime ago.  My stuffed Pikachu in my arms.  A diaper on my body.  And all around me littered sex devices.  A ball gag.  A wand.  A blindfold.  Stuff I used to use to bring myself pleasure.  Now, Mommy was all I needed.  I looked up at her with submission and adoration.  Whatever was to follow today, I would do.  For her.

"You've been so very good at accepting the future, my sweet Kimberly. But you've still got some things in the past to let go of - you need to forget, ignore, discard every memory of ever being different to the way you are now."

The woman nodded toward a duffle bag.

"Recreate this photo now, and accept this memory as ours and not yours, and you'll be well on your way."

I looked at the duffel bag with confusion.  Recreate?  Did she... did she have all my stuff?  I crawled over to the bag and opened it up, and sure enough... there it was.  My Pikachu!  I looked happily up at Mommy and hugged it tight in my arms!  Without another ounce of hesitation, I recreated the photo.  A grey sheet on the floor of the white room.  My Pikachu.  The sex toys.  And even the same matching diaper Mommy had put me in earlier.  It was all planned.  I had no past.  Only now.

The camera was mechanical, analog, old school. She wanted it to click, and whirrr, and make the appropriate sounds for a photo like this; sounds that formed a kind of time bubble and redefined memories themselves. Click. Click. Click.

She held up both images.  Side by side.  They were near-identical.  I couldn't even tell which one was the past and which one was the present.  But that was a stupid question.  They were both the present.  I looked happily and dumbly at Mommy, knowing I had pleased her.  But she wasn't done with me.

"You've been such a good girl..."

With little more than that, she picked up the vibrating wand and flicked it on.

Whereas the original photo had led to sad loneliness, a kind of melancholic reflection on the nature of her games, this recreation ended in something far more rewarding - the vibrator against her diaper, pushing, pulsing, squirming against the crinkling plastic.

This was her life now: this was her present and her future, and Kimmy had no past. Just now.  Her time had come, and so had she.
 

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7 hours ago, Sophie ♥ said:

Her time had come, and so had she.

Lol nice. ?

I'll admit, I get these weird conflicting images when I read these stories since I know the real Kimmy and the idea of the brattiness being trained out of her is almost unthinkable. XD

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3 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

I know the real Kimmy and the idea of the brattiness being trained out of her is almost unthinkable. XD

..don't I know it..

But isn't that what fiction is for?  To do the impossible? ;) 

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1 hour ago, Sophie ♥ said:

..don't I know it..

But isn't that what fiction is for?  To do the impossible? ;) 

I get the brattiness trained out of me all the time!  It just comes back in a day or two.

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34 minutes ago, Sophie ♥ said:

911 what's your emergency?

Hello? You've gotta get here quick! Someone has taken Sophie's place! They could be holding her prisoner in their basement! Send S.W.A.T.! Send the FBI! The CIA! The ASPCA! Send anyone you can!

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6 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Hello? You've gotta get here quick! Someone has taken Sophie's place! They could be holding her prisoner in their basement! Send S.W.A.T.! Send the FBI! The CIA! The ASPCA! Send anyone you can!

...wait.  She's holding me prisoner in the basement!

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2 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Shhhhh the grown-ups are talking now, Kimberly. ?

I'm sorry, we seem to have picked up a unique identifier on this call that claims you are a spy from a foreign government?  You'll be sent to Mt. Calibeen Corrections right away for processing.  Goodbye.

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8 hours ago, Sophie ♥ said:

I'm sorry, we seem to have picked up a unique identifier on this call that claims you are a spy from a foreign government?  You'll be sent to Mt. Calibeen Corrections right away for processing.  Goodbye.

I... But that's... *huffs* YOU'RE NOT THE COPS!

*Would slam phone back down on the receiver if this was 2002.*

Everyone has lost their minds. I'm the only sane one left! Yes! That sounds perfectly reasonable! :D

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11 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

I... But that's... *huffs* YOU'RE NOT THE COPS!

*Would slam phone back down on the receiver if this was 2002.*

Everyone has lost their minds. I'm the only sane one left! Yes! That sounds perfectly reasonable! :D

*pounces da trip from behind and puffs pink is the best color and you love diapering yourself  mind controlling baby powder* join us on da pink padded sides! :)

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14 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

*pounces da trip from behind and puffs pink is the best color and you love diapering yourself  mind controlling baby powder* join us on da pink padded sides! :)

But pink is not for ukky boys now, it's for us princesses

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17 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

*pounces da trip from behind and puffs pink is the best color and you love diapering yourself  mind controlling baby powder* join us on da pink padded sides! :)

*Shakes Sarah off my back*

Ha! You think I can be so easily manipulated with your weird baby magic? Think again!

*Grabs a pink diaper*

Brb.

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For the first time in days, weeks, months... or had it been years?  Mommy took me out of that white room.  She situated me into a stroller, pushed me down a few hallways, and helped me into her SUV, into a carseat appropriate for girls my age.  I kicked my feet, sucked on my pacifier, and wet myself without thinking.  This was my life.  It had always been my life.  But now, the future was uncertain.  Where was Mommy taking me?

There was music in the car, and there were playbooks - coloring, and puzzles, and simple squeaky fabric joys, too!  This seemed to be planning for a long drive, or maybe a lot of small drives in future? The woman proved the latter point to be true as she pulled the car into the driveway of a gentle and unassuming looking house in middle suburbia after only fifteen minutes.

I didn't recognize the house.  Though if I had seen it before I may not have recognized it anyway.  My past was a blur.  Gone.  Like a lost dream.  Mommy helped me out of the car-seat and carried me into the home.  Her home.  My new home.

I was greeted by streamers and banners and balloons.  Stuffed animals covered the sofa, including my Pikachu!  And there was a pile of presents waiting for me.  I looked up at the sign, but I couldn't quite read it.  The hypnosis had taken away what little intelligence I ever had.

"Happy Birthday, Kimmy! You've just turned 1 year old, and it's your birthday!"

There were people in the house that came through the doors into the living room - others dressed similarly to her, once-adults and that now weren't, and real adults that escorted them around. A party was just a pile of gifts without friends, and Kimmy was about to make her first ones.

Mommy introduced me to all her friends and I hid shyly behind her.  But the other little girls and boys were so cute too!  And they were already playing with toys Mommy had left in the living room.  I scampered over to play with them, but Mommy grabbed me by the wrist and put me down in front of my gifts.  

Then she took a picture.  The first picture of my new life!  It would sit on our mantle for years to come.  

I opened all my gifts, played with all my new friends, and ate a ton of cake!  Then, as I was lying sleepily in Mommy's lap, filling my diaper, I told her the truest thing I'd ever known.

"I love you, Mommy..."

"I love you, too, Kimmy."

Those words came easy. The woman, her new Mommy, had done this for many years; many of the other littles in this room had been former projects of hers, former problem cases. None of them had taken her heart the way that this little blonde girl had. Nobody else had ever won her affection and her love.

Kimmy, though... she'd proven special. She was worth the effort. And she was always worth loving.

[End.]

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39 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Awww, a (happy?) Ending. ♡

I wonder what "Mommy" did about Kimmy's previous partner, though? Wasn't she sent here by her to be "rehabilitated" or something?

She'll never see Kimmy again.  She was paid off, Kimmy was only worth so much to her.

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