The Temptation of Adam (Parts 1-27)

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Chapter 22

“The car is going to be here in a half hour, baby! Get a move on!” Steve yelled into the bathroom. 

I cleaned up from the enema and moved quickly to brush my teeth. 

It had been an uneventful day yesterday. Alice picked Molly up once they returned home, Mark decided to go to Las Vegas to check in on a real estate deal he was working on, our plan was to pick him up on the way to Montana from the airport. 

Steve stayed mum on any topic around Montana, only telling me I would be made aware of what I needed to know when we arrived. I was frustrated by this, and was grumpy most of the day in protest. He didn’t bend one bit. 

“Let’s go!” He rushed as I lazily stood scrubbing my molars for the fifth time. 

I rolled my eyes a little, then spit the toothpaste in the sink and splashed my face off. 

He was packing his own bag, and had a small duffel with some items for me, assuring me that my wardrobe was already assembled at the compound and I wouldn’t need to bring anything other than what I would need in the plane. 

“Do I need to bring my toothbrush?” I asked calmly, trying to irk him. 

“Honey, I just told you… just like I told you a few minutes before… you don’t need to worry about packing. Just finish up and go lay on the table. Please.” He said, showing his growing frustration with me. 

I finally did as he asked and made my way to the table, hopped up, and laid down. He continued to gather a few last minute things, then threw on a sweater over his v-neck black shirt and gray wool pants. 

He walked over to me and quickly pulled a diaper out from the stack, then pulled a small packet out from the side drawer and ripped it open. He unfolded it and began to overlay it on the diaper. 

“Are those pads?!” I asked. 

“Pads? Huh? Oh, no. Well, yes. It’s a booster pad.” He said as he pulled a cellophane strip from the back and pressed the adhesive against the inside of the diaper. “It’ll make sure you don’t leak on the plane.”

He lifted my butt and slid the bundle under me, then secured it into place. 

“Kinda thick.” I said as I pushed my legs together, my knees being held a few inches apart from the added bulk. 

“You’ll get used to it.” He said dismissively. 

“I’m not sure that this’ll fit in my pants.” I challenged. 

“It’s fine, you aren’t wearing them.” He said quickly. 

I looked at him with confusion, then felt my heart drop as he pulled a dress from the closet. 

“No way! No!” I objected as his unwavering eyes met mine. 

“Nobody is going to see you, baby. We’re going straight to the airport and it’s only the four of us on the plane. Then we’ll be 2,000 miles away from here and the only people that’ll see you will be people that are in the same boat as you. The general public’ll have no idea. Just relax, okay?” He said as he started to pull the tights up my legs.

I huffed but didn’t fight.

“Molly can do your makeup on the plane, and then nobody on Earth would suspect a thing about you. Your own parents wouldn’t take a second glance.” He went on.

“Yeah they would, I look exactly like my sister did.” I said.

“Okay, well no one outside of your parents would take a second look. Fair?” He chuckled. 

I didn’t respond, but helped to lift my butt up as he pulled the thick white cotton tights up my legs and over the diaper, then smoothed out the waist band over my belly. He pulled a white silk camisole top with little pink hearts embroidered on the shoulder straps over my head, then pulled me off of the table. The bulk of the diaper was significant and uncomfortable. In a sense, I was glad he was putting a dress on me because there was no way in hell that this thing would fit under anything else. 

“Up.” He instructed as he brought the dress down over my head. The top was light grey, and apart from the babydoll sleeves, looked like a regular heathered t-shirt. The pale pink tutu adorned with sparkles, on the other hand, was a little less my style. It fortunately fell to my knees, so at least the accidental diaper exposure was less likely. 

“Think I can at least do a coat?” I asked, hoping to cover as much as possible. 

“Sure.” He said as he fluffed the bottom of the dress out and turned me around to ensure I was adequately covered. 

He put the white headband that Molly had used back and tucked my longish hair behind my ears, then brushed it. It had become pretty wavy since Molly had straightened it, but still looked very feminine adorned with the bow. 

“Alright, let’s roll.” He said as he kissed my forehead and picked up his bag from the floor. 

“Umm… shoes? And a jacket? It’s freezing out there.” I urged, grabbing his arm. 

“Oh, shit.” He said quickly, then turned to the closed and bent down to slip some ballet flats on my feet. “Your coat is in the hall closet.”

I followed after him, struggling to keep up from the bulky diaper, then caught the tan peacoat as he threw it to me. I slipped my arms into it and was miffed that it did next to nothing to cover the bottom of the dress. 

A long beep reverberated in the hall from beyond the front door. 

“Got everything you need?” He asked quickly, then patted his pockets and picked up the two bags he was carrying with him. 

I nodded my head but stood empty handed, only carrying the fear I was harboring inside. 

He quickly unlocked and opened the heavy front door. The wind rushed in so hard that the tights were like nothing more than cheesecloth against it. I was thankful that the diaper was still dry, believing that it would have frozen solid in just a few seconds had it not been. I folded my arms tightly  for warmth and followed after him, nearly slipping as soon as I crossed the threshold of the front door. His arm reached out and steadied me, then let me go once I found my footing again. 

“Careful, baby. Don’t want to get hurt before the trip even starts.” He said, turning to lock the door, the checking it by pushing hard against it.

“I need to text security and let them know we’ll be gone for a while.” He said loudly to himself. 

He walked past me, grabbing my hand as he did, and led me to the side door of a large solid black Sprinter van. He nodded to the driver, then pulled the doors open and ushered me in. I climbed quickly past the two captains chairs as he pushed steadily on my butt. The seat on the left was occupied by Alice, who paid no attention to me as I moved past her. I was directed back and settled into the back bench seat next to Molly. 

“Twinsies.” She said with a smile as she tugged at the hem of her dress.

It did look similar to mine, but lacked the distinctive, and obvious, shimmer that my dress had. 

I gave an awkward smile to her then pulled my seatbelt on as Steve settled into the captain’s chair in front of me. 

“You look cute.” Molly said with a sweet smile.

The opening where the driver was had been enclosed by a sheet of tinted glass, and a large screen was obstructing much of it. The TV was off, but fit well in the luxury interior of the van. It looked more like something kids would take to prom than something for an airport run, complete with lush black leather, mood lighting, a mirror on the ceiling, and champagne flutes galore, but I was happiest that it was toasty warm and my seat was heated… even if the diaper obstructed the warmth for the most part.

“Thank you for looking after my little Molly the past few days, Addy. That was very kind of you.” Alice said flatly, giving a wink as she did so.

I became curious what all they thought we were doing together, but pushed that from my mind when Molly pulled my face toward hers. 

“Not even a little makeup?” She scolded. “You’re gonna make me do it all.” 

This got a laugh from Steve and Alice as we pulled from the neighborhood.

The windows were insanely tinted, I could hardly even see out of the van, but I could make out snow drifts piled high beside the roads as we drove. 

“How was D.C.?” I asked Alice after we merged onto the interstate towards the airport.

“Lovely, dear. Thank you. Exciting things coming soon, no doubt about that.” She said without turning to me. 

“That’s exciting.” I said back flatly.

“Oh,” She said as if forgetting something, then turned back to me. “How are your hormonal changes coming? Have you noticed anything yet?” 

I shook my head and felt my face flush as I recalled she told me that the estrogens in the implant would eventually cause changes to happen. 

“I don’t know, I think maybe her skin has gotten a little softer.” Steve added.

“When we get there, I need to check her hormone levels. It may be time to increase the rate. Steve, will you remind me?” She said, completely ignoring me again. 

“Sure thing.” Steve said without glancing up from his phone.

I rolled my eyes and drew a chuckle from Molly who also picked up on my annoyance with being ignored.

I crossed my arms over my chest and laid my head back for the rest of the ride while Alice and Mark talked about stuff I didn’t understand around patenting technologies and royalties. 

I have flown out of this airport a few times in my life and was a little surprised when we passed up the passenger terminals and made our way to the restricted cargo area. I had a moment of panic knowing that all of my former coworkers, while likely home sleeping, were here just a few hours ago. I hid my face a little even though I was fully aware that none of them were here, and that I was behind deep tinted glass. 

We drove past my old bus stop and I thought back to just a short time ago when I was living in that dark apartment and functioned about as well as a zombie did. I guess I did kind of miss the simplicity of life back then, as well as… I don’t know… toilets and socially acceptable clothing. 

We approached a large gate with barbed wire across the top. I’d never noticed it before, but as soon as we got close, the gate slid slowly open. We moved slowly through then came to a stop as the gate closed behind us. Ahead was a small hanger, one that I had noticed before but never paid much attention to. The van pulled up out front and parked with the back doors close to the double doors leading to the hanger. The driver ran quickly around and pulled both doors open, fastened them to the side of the van so they didn’t slam shut in the wind, then ran to the hanger and pulled the door open. 

Steve stepped from the van, followed closely by Alice. She kept walking through the doors to the hanger, but Steve motioned for us to come out and grabbed each of our hands as we did. He escorted us into the hanger and handed the driver a tip as he passed him. The driver closed the door behind us, secured the van, and drove off quickly. 

The hanger felt like a living room if the living room was designed by someone that usually designs airports. Alice had planted herself on a large couch, having already grabbed a Perrier water from the mini-fridge. She dropped the black fur coat from her shoulders and busied herself on her phone again.

Steve was still holding my hand, but had released Mollys as she went over to a chair near Alice and sat down, also grabbing a water from the stocked fridge. 

“I’ve got something to show you.” Steve said excitedly. 

Steve led me down a small hallway, then to a door that had ‘Hanger’ spelled out on it with the letters people use on their mailbox. He pushed it open and before us was a private jet, seemingly filling the entirety of the hanger. 

“What kind is that?” I asked, in awe. 

“This is a Cessna Citation Sovereign.” He answered, looking into the dark hanger. 

“Are we going on this?” I asked excitedly. 

“Yep.” He smiled. 

“Cool.” I replied, fixated on the sleek jet. 

A door at the other end of the hall open and cast a glow throughout the building. Two middle-aged men walked out wearing khakis and green polo shirts with ID cards on lanyards. 

“Good morning, we’re cleared to Vegas and can head out of here in 15, if you want to round up the group.” One of the pilots with the name Chuck embroidered on his shirt said, I’m guessing him to be the pilot in command based on he had more chevrons than the other guy did on his ID card. 

“Hello, little miss. You excited to fly?” He asked me with a wink and a pinch to my cheek as he walked by. 

I didn’t respond, but really wanted to go jump in front of the next plane that lands. 

Steve walked down the hall while I stood and watched the pilots pull a lever on the side of the plane and watched as the door lowered and a handrail emerged, forming steps up into the plane. Both boarded slowly before the other pilot, the one that didn’t speak came back out and began walking around the plane with a flashlight. 

Steve, Alice, and Molly joined me at the door and waited. A moment later, the copilot walked over to us with a smile.

“Ms. Alice, Mr. Steve… good to see you again. Hello, Molly. And good morning…” He started, now fixed on me. 

“Oh, umm… I’m Addy.” I stammered, embarrassed. 

“Well pleased to meet you as well, Addy. Welcome. I’m Chris. I’ll be your copilot today while ole Chuck flies.” 

I smiled and looked away quickly. 

“Let’s get on board and we’ll brief.” He said, turning to the bags Steve had set on the cart. 

We walked to the lowered door and Alice stepped up and into the plane. Steve waited behind me, always the gentleman.

I watched as Chris loaded the bags that Alice and Steve had brought with them into a luggage compartment under the engine, then slammed closed and closed the handle into the door.

Molly began to climb the steps in front of me and I realized that both of us would be flashing diapers to the person below us. I wanted to hurry as fast as I could, but before I could start climbing, Chris had joined Steve in line behind me. 

I rushed up the stairs quickly, but turned my head in time to see Steve and Chris both looking up at me, no doubt in my mind that they had front row seats to the show. I desperately wanted that plane to jump in front of now. 

“Back here.” Molly said as we walked past the first four seats that were facing each other. 

She sat down in the seat in the back, then motioned me to sit next to her. The chair was a rich, creamy tan color that sank when I sat down. The entire interior was made up of different shades of browns and tans, rich woods and fine carpets. I had never been on a private plane before, not even first class, and was blown away by how nice this was. 

“Alright…” Chris started when he climbed on board. “We will be flying direct to Las Vegas today, flying up at 43,000 feet which should give us a smooth ride. Flight time is 2 hours and 51 minutes or so. There is a little weather around Denver so we may move to the south if it doesn’t clear by the time we get there. Either way, should be an easy trip over. Just stocked the galley here, help yourself, of course. Live vests are under your seat in the unlikely event of a water landing, and the front door can be pushed open in an emergency. Don’t hesitate to grab me if you need something, but I do ask that you stay seated with your seatbelt fastened until we give the signal. Since it’s below freezing out, we’ll taxi over and deice, and the FBO was nice enough to send a tug inside so we didn’t even have to bundle up today. See y’all in the air.”

He moved back into the cockpit and took the right seat, then strapped himself in. I could see out of the front of the plane that the hanger doors were opening, and a freezing cold man was sitting behind the wheel of a pushcart. He inched it forward, then secured the pin on the front wheel with a loud thud. 

Chris and the pilot put their headsets on then began talking and flipping switches. A few seconds later, the plane slowly crept forward and emerged from the hanger under the power of the pushcart. He pulled us completely out of the hanger and turned our plane towards a taxi way, then stopped and removed the pin. I caught a glimpse of him driving off into the distance a few seconds later and hoped he was heading somewhere to warm up.

We sat as the pilots did their pre-flight checklist and I looked over at the ramps I used to work in and nearly laughed that I was looking at them through the window of a private jet. Life is crazy. 

A low rumble began, then became louder as another low rumble began. Soon both engines were humming quietly, spooling up, and we were slowly rolling down the taxi way. 

I looked around, nobody else was even paying attention. Molly had her eyes closed, Steve and Alice were on their phones. What a life to get used too, we were in a private jet!

A few turns later, and the plane barreled down the runway faster than I ever imagined possible and gracefully left the ground.

It felt like we were going straight up for a long time, but we eventually leveled off. It didn’t even feel like we were flying anymore, it was so smooth. 

The pilot flashed the lights twice about 15 minutes after we took off and I followed suit as the other three took their seatbelts off. Steve grabbed drinks from the galley and handed them out, while Molly pivoted her chair towards mine and pulled out her makeup kit.

We weren’t far from Alice or Steve, but the hum of the engines and wind noise afforded us some privacy in the back of the plane. 

“What is all of this about?” I asked. “Steve seems weird today.”

“Some big meeting in Montana, but I don’t know other than that.” Molly replied, seemingly not worried in the slightest. 

“Well, why do they need us there for that?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and worked to assemble the items from the kit that she wanted.  Following her previous applications, she worked on my face for a few minutes but added small, subtle flecks of glitter really intensifying my youthful appearance. 

After she had finished with me, she cozied up under a blanket and dozed off. I couldn’t even begin to think of sleeping as I looked around the plane and tried to grasp what my life had become. 

Time seemed to fly by faster than we did, seemingly right when we started cruising above the clouds, Chris hollered back that we were about to begin descending into Vegas. 

We all cleaned up our areas and Molly fixed her seat back to its original spot, then I sat transfixed as the runway came into view through the cockpit window, which I could see from my forward facing seat. It was surreal watching us land, and in what was the smoothest landing I’ve ever experienced, we were back on the ground. 

The plane slowly taxied to a small building on the opposite side of the passenger terminals, flanked on all sides by Southwest, Delta, United, and American Airlines planes loading and unloading eager passengers. The plane came to stop directly adjacent to a white stretch SUV limousine with its hazard lights flashing.  Chris emerged from the cockpit to lower the door once the engines of the jet shut off, then wished us well and said they would see us for the trip to Montana in the morning. Steve and Alice stood from their chairs and exited the plane, walked directly to the limo’s open door, and climbed in without so much as a look around.

I walked out after them and was surprised at how warm it was for a December morning. I stood amazed at the sheer grandeur of the Las Vegas strip, it’s towering buildings casting bright lights even in full sunlight. I had only seen Vegas on CSI or in movies, but seeing it in person was truly and marvel to behold. 

Molly lightly nudged me from the top of the stairs to snap me out of my state of awe, then walked with me to the huge SUV. We climbed in together and shimmied carefully to the middle section of seating. 

I didn’t see the limo driver, but assumed it was him that closed the door behind us. Within a few minutes, we were driving down the most famous strip in the world in all of its tacky wonder. There were thousands of people out walking, taking pictures, and drinking alcohol even though it was still morning. There didn’t seem to be any rules that normal society seemed to follow here. 

“Sin City, huh?” Steve said with a smile as he caught my amazed stares at the throngs of people around us, many of whom were trying to look into the car to figure out which celebrity was being chauffeured down the strip. Boy, would they be disappointed if they knew who we actually were. 

“Where are we going?” I asked while looking out of the glass moonroof that spanned the length of the limo. 

“Bellagio.” Alice answered quickly, never looking up or out. 

“The one with the big fountains?” I asked, recalling the scene from Oceans 11 and sounding much too excited. 

“That’s the one.” She said with a smile.

We were down the strip and pulling into the Bellagio within a few minutes, but bypassed the front of the building and made our way to a side VIP entrance. 

The limo came to a stop at a large glass and metal door under a large awning. Before we were allowed out, a curtain in front of and behind the limo was pulled closed, effectively obscuring the view of the general public on all sides of whichever famous person was entering or exiting the casino, providing them with the ultimate discretion.

This privacy little to reassure me… I was certain that there would be other people present inside that, while likely wouldn’t identify me, would still see me. I took a deep breath but took Steve and Molly at their word that there wasn’t a person on Earth besides them that would be able to tell I wasn’t actually a girl, and honestly in Vegas, they likely wouldn’t care.

The door to the limo finally opened and Alice moved to step out first. A large man in a sharp black suit with a pistol on his hip stood near the entrance. He never looked at any of us, only looking around at the curtains to make sure someone wasn’t sneaking in or poking a camera lens through. I’d hate to be the person that accidentally crossed him, he seemed to mean business and only business. 

We were guided though the door into an expansive, dim lobby adorned with red carpets, gold fixtures, and garish furniture. The entire place was completely vacant, with the exception of another guard with an eye on his surroundings, a pistol ready for action at his hip. 

We followed as Alice walked directly to an elevator on the other side of the lobby, massive and gold plated, before the door opened on her approach. 

We all followed her in, but didn’t push any buttons… there were none to be pushed that I could see. The elevator door closed then began to climb on its own. I looked at Steve, who greeted me with a reassuring smile, but didn’t speak. When the elevator car finally slowed and stopped, the doors again opened and we were overlooking a massive glass window that overlooked the south side of the strip, those thousands of people now hard to even make out. The corridor that we entered had door after door off of it, but was otherwise empty of decoration or furniture.

Alice led us to a seemingly random door with no markings on it at all, then pushed her thumb to a fingerprint reader. The door clicked loudly and opened a few inches. She pushed it open the rest of the way ushered us inside with a gentle nudge on our backs as we passed. 

We were again in another large lobby, but there were a few other people sitting on couches within. All of them stood and greeted Alice and Steve when she walked through but ignored Molly and I entirely. 

A few seconds later, another door opened and Mark walked through in a navy blue suit, a broad smile plastered on his face. He was significantly more done up this time than the last few times I had seen him, but looked so unnatural with his perfectly done hair and, what I can only guess was a little bit of makeup. 

Alice and Mark embraced each other in a loving way. I’ve never seen them really interact with each other like this, they usually did what they could to avoid each other. I began to suspect that the two of them were putting on a show for the other people in the room. 

A man in his mid-to-late 60s with white hair and a thick white mustache came up and clapped Mark hard on the back then firmly embraced his hand and leaned in to whisper something in his hear. The other men in the room, five in total, all lined up to shake Mark’s hand, then Alice’s. Steve greeted each of them a moment after, but he wasn’t the star of the show, Mark commanded this room. These were his people. 

“Gentleman, I just really want to thank you for gathering here with me. We are on the brink of a great opportunity now, and… I can’t stress this enough… it wouldn’t be possible without your generous, generous support. Your confidence in me… your confidence me and my beautiful wife and my vision has given us the ability to really move this to the next phase. We are poised now. We are right there and everything we have talked about… everything we have dreamt of… is right here with us. All we have to do, gentleman… all we have to do is…” He went on as he extended his hand high above his head. “Take it!” 

The men clapped and patted him on the back, drinking up his theatrics, praising him for his courage. 

Molly and I stood well back from the group, both feeling very unwelcome amongst the group. I had been paying close attention and not a single person so much as even looked in our direction or acknowledged our existence. In this place, we were considered inferior. 

“I want to invite you to join us now to go over the next steps to my vision… to our vision. Our collective dream.” Mark went on as he turned and gestured broadly to the horizon, then gestured to the door he entered from.

The group began walking to the open door, each member vying to be as close to Mark as possible. Steve and Alice stood back from the group, both with amused looks on their faces. Molly and I slowly started following.

“No, no, no.” A voice called out behind us before a firm hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me back. “That’s their work, not yours.”

I turned, startled by the firm grasp and fingernails digging into my shoulder. I locked eyes with a tall, thin woman in her mid-40s. She had bleach-blonde hair and a narrow face lined with deep wrinkles, especially around her mouth. Her piercing blue eyes fixed on me, then to Molly, and back to me again. Her dress matched her eyes almost perfectly, but it’s poor fit almost seemed to drape her bony figure. 

“Y’all can follow me.” She said with a cheerfully firm voice, her deep wrinkles pulling taught with a forced smile. 

I looked at Molly and could see from her expression that this wasn’t par for the course for her, far from it. 

“I’m Ms. Kathy, I’m gonna look after y’all while the grown-ups are busy doing their meeting.” She said as she guided us back out of the room, then into another across the hall. 

This room was smaller and had a few couches and chairs in it, and a large TV on the far wall. There were no windows and the carpet had shifted from a bold red to black with red specks in it making the room feel unlit, even though the lights were bright enough to hurt my eyes. She walked us to a couch and gestured for us to sit, she then took a seat on a nearby chair and pivoted her body towards us, her scrawny body seeming to contort under the dress to do so. 

“I’ve been so excited to meet y’all all day. I’ve heard so much about you and I just can’t even tell you how fondly Mr. Mark speaks about you both. Y’all are so lucky to have him in your corner, let me tell you. The things he does for you… just wow.” She said with a smile that seemed as fake as her enthusiasm. 

I nodded but couldn’t find the voice to speak.

“What’s this all about? What the hell is going on?” Molly asked, apparently finding hers. 

“Oh, baby. Don’t you worry your pretty little face about it. No… your job is to be seen, sweetie, not heard.” Kathy said in a sickly sweet tone, but her words cut like a knife. 

Molly sat up straight and began to open her mouth to object, but Kathy leaned forward and began speaking before she could.

“Honey… I’ve been given permission to do whatever I’ve gotta do to keep y’all in line. Now my best advice to you is to not try me, that make sense?” She said with poison in her voice, but the facsimile of a smile on her face remained. 

This comment caused Molly to stand down and sit back onto the couch with her arms crossed. 

“Smart and pretty… no wonder Mr. Mark is so sweet on you.” Kathy said to her coldly. 

Kathy surveyed us for a moment longer, then turned to the large TV and powered it on with the remote next to her. The DVD loading screen for Mickey Mouse Club House flickered on, then an episode began. I looked over at Molly, nearly in shock at what was happening, feeling like a spectator in a horror story and could see tears filling her eyes. 

“Now… it’s been a very long trip and I’m sure you’re both just absolutely exhausted. Why don’t you lay back and watch your show and I’ll go wrestle up some snacks.” Kathy said as she stood and departed the room. 

“Can you fucking…” Molly started, then stopped quickly as I pushed my elbow hard into her arm. 

Her surprised eyes met mine, then followed them up to a camera in the corner of the room with a flashing red light. 

She stopped speaking and fixed her eyes on the screen in front of us. 

We sat silently for about ten minutes before the door opened back up. I noticed this time that there was a mechanical click from the door before it opened, signifying that we were likely locked in the room during her absence. 

Kathy came back in pushing a room service cart draped in a white cloth. The cart was loaded with an assortment of snack, drinks, and an ice bucket. 

“I’ve got popcorn, pretzels, cheese crackers… let’s see… trail mix… what can I getcha?” Kathy asked, now back to her feigned sweet tone. 

“Just a drink. Please.” Molly said quietly. 

“Okay… apple, grape, or cranberry?” She answered seemingly annoyed. 

“Water. Just water.”

Kathy handed her a bottle of Fiji Water, then handed one to me as well when I nodded my head. 

“So no snacks at all?” She asked. 

We both shook our heads.

“Such manners, denying an offering from your host.” She said quietly to us both. 

She pushed the cart near the wall, then sat back on the couch and watched us as we sipped our waters, not saying a word. 

As Molly gulped down the last of her water, before she could even remove the bottle from her lips, Kathy was already up to grab it from her. 

“Thanks.” Molly said instinctively. 

Kathy put the empty bottle on the cart, then bent down and pulled the white cloth from the bottom of the cart and grabbed an unopened box of diapers. 

Molly and I both tensed up as she hoisted the green, blue, and yellow box adorned with Sesame Street characters to the middle of the room. Molly’s image looked at us both, a broad smile over her angelic face, naked except for the infantile diaper she was wearing. 

“I swear, I must have go through a case of these a week with my little Samantha… but I never thought I’d get to change the diaper of the actual Molly from the box. I should get your autograph while we’re at it.” She said with what I can only assume was sarcastic excitement. 

She sat the box on the floor and squatted down next to it. She tore at the clear tape then ripped one of the two bags contained within, pulling a folded disposable diaper from it. 

"Come on, now. I won't ask twice." Kathy barked at Molly. 

Molly, too afraid to fight, moved to the ground and laid next to Kathy. 

"Such a pretty little dress." She said as she pulled the hem of Molly's dress up her torso.

After pulling Molly's tights down to her ankles, Kathy untaped the diaper and removed it. Molly reached her hands down, instinctively trying to cover herself, but was met with a very hard slap to her right inner thigh. 

"None of that." Kathy snapped sadistically. 

Molly writhed from the sting but brought her hands down to her side, her fists clinched, to keep them clear of Kathy’s progress. 

Molly rolled her head towards me, tears welling in her eyes admitting defeat. I watched as Kathy cleaned her up using an abundance of baby wipes, affording her no modesty, then taped a new diaper on and redressed her. She scrambled from the floor once done and curled up on the couch next to me, crying softly. 

“You’re up, buttercup.” Kathy sang to me. 

I didn’t try and fight, I just laid there and accepted it. 

“You know, I didn’t believe it when I saw you.” Kathy said to me as she removed the diaper, then tugged at the chastity cage. “You make a prettier girl than most girls do. I wouldn’t have taken the bet in a hundred years that you used to be a boy.”

I stared directly at the ceiling and tried to deflect the humiliation, but it was getting to me and it was digging in deep. I rejoined Molly once Kathy was satisfied her duty was complete, then watched as she left the room with the used diapers in hand. 

Molly sobbed into my shoulder once we were alone, but neither of us spoke. I knew now what Steve was referring to when he said things would be different, and I knew that this was only the beginning. I suspected that Molly had that realization as well. 

Kathy came back in just a moment after she left and took her seat again. 

“Really?” She scolded Molly when she saw her tears. “Is this really that bad?” 

Molly shot her a look but said nothing. 

“Maybe you should look at the bright side of things… you both should.” Kathy began with an air of superiority about her. “You both people that absolutely adore you… they take care of your every need, your every single need and asks very little in return. How many people do you think would kill to be where you are now? How many people would kill just to be loved and cared for like you both are… not to mention the houses that I’ve seen pictures of… or the private jets you get fly on. Goodness, the limo you rode in today was more than most people will every experience and that was nothing out of the ordinary for you all. People work 80 hours a week just to afford basic necessities and you just get all of this handed to you. Did you know that a case of the diapers you’re in right now cost more than many people make in a week? Look around… you’re living a dream life and you’re both to ungrateful to notice.”

“You don’t know what we…” Molly started. 

“I don’t know what?!” Kathy thundered. “I don’t know how hard you have it? My husband and I have spent our life savings to be a part of this… a part of something special. You think I don’t know the sacrifice?”

“A part of what?!” Molly cried back. “A part of… what are you a part of?”

“A part of OLS. A part of Mark’s vision!” Kathy forced out. 

Molly sat back and began to realize what was happening, it was making more sense to me as well. What we considered a club that the super rich played in was… it was a cult. Mark was OLS’s Jim Jones, and we were face-to-face with one of his most loyal disciples. 

[WBDaddy]

Maybe more like the cult of Scientology?  Either way, the plot thickens.  And Adam's humiliation gets amplified. 

[Cute_Kitten]

Add in an ominous dun dun dunnnnn music.....and the plot thickens!

[APhil]

I really love your story, and the twist with the cult just makes it even better. Can't wait for the next update.

[D503]

Mark's vision.  Very interesting.  And Mark, I recall, isn't the leader but part of a bigger group, so perhaps this is an offshoot just for littles or he's leading a key project. 

[BabyJilly_S]

Well, I have just binged 22 chapters and am now sad as i have run out  

Great story , thanks a lot

[Nomadic]

Thanks, everyone! I should have the next chapter up later this week. I’m curious… for those that have read all 22 chapters in a single sitting, how long did it take you? 

[BabyJilly_S]

Wasn't quite in a single sitting for me. Was over two or three days but i read nothing else when i was on the site. I  wasn't really paying attention to time but was probably a few hours. There were some long chapters in there....  

The story definitely spoke to my more sissy side. Oh to be 18 and thin again, knowing what i know now... ?

[babyjennie]

I can hardly wait for the next thrilling instalment! 

[Dale Ridge]

This is a remarkable story.  Hope to read more soon !

 

[eliminster]

Looking forward to the next chapter.

[christi]

This is a good story and has had some great scenes.  Thanks for sharing and I look forward to the next chapter.

[christi]

I don't know about anybody else but I'm pulling for Molly and Addy to make an escape and live happily ever after.

[mahleedl]

Nomadic,

I hope all is well.  It worries me that you were planning to post within the week and haven’t posted in two months.  
 

I love this story, but if it takes a year between posts to get it right, that’s ok.  
 

It’s not the interval that worries me, it’s that it seems unexpected.

[Nomadic]

Chapter 23

Her bright blue eyes never seemed to leave us while we sat in the room, waiting for something but unsure what. Molly and I were both staring the flickering screens of the television, but mentally were miles away.

I tried with all of my might to appear strong and brave but no part of me believed it. I doubt anyone would have believed it. Molly would stifle a cry every now and then. We couldn’t talk about it, but I think she realized that everything was about to be different as well. This seemed like the sentinel moment that we would look back to and classify as the before, or the after. 

The door clicked, causing us to all focus our attention to it. I watched as it slowly inched open, the saw Alice’s head slide through. She was smiling, but never looked to Molly or I. 

“We’re all set, Kathy. We’re ready now, gonna go early.” Alice said softly, then pulled back behind the door and closed it softly.

Kathy didn’t respond, but stood from her seat and reached out for our hands. 

“Come on, it’s time.” She said with her poisonous smile. 

We were led by Kathy to the golden elevator, then back down to the lobby from which we entered. Mark stood with his group of followers, his face stone-like as he listened to each of them in turn, only nodding. His eyes were intensely watching the men, and I don’t think he blinked once during the entire encounter. 

The large man with the gun at his hip eventually walked to Mark and leaned down to his right ear, spoke, then resumed his post. 

I watched Mark’s mouth move but couldn’t make out the words. He then turned and walked from the door. The men all looked around at each other, smiling and congratulating each other on the day’s events. One of the men glanced back and saw Kathy, then looked at Molly and I, and nudged another man in the group. Their expressions changed and all became suddenly quiet. Kathy moved forward with us in tow, walking directly to the middle of the group. The men parted. We were escorted down the center of the group, each man now inspecting us closely with eerie looks on their faces. None of them spoke to us, none of them smiled. They just watched as we were led through the doors.

The white limo was idling in the enclosed VIP area, the rear left door open. Kathy led us to it, then turned us to her.

“I’ll see you both soon, you be good on your trip up.” She said with a sweet tone, but her eyes weren’t smiling. 

I turned away, nearly leaping for the door and caught site of Steve. He was engaged in conversation and didn’t look back at me. I pulled myself into the large car and followed his gaze. There was a woman sitting to Steve’s left that I didn’t recognize, but she looked at me with a warm and kind smile. 

Steve finally turned and gave a look as if to apologize. Alice ushered me to the far end of the stretch SUV, then guided Molly to follow me. The seat I was in was facing to the rear, and was directly opposite of Mark, although he was at least 10 feet away. He was talking on his phone and staring out the window as the driver came and closed the door, then slapped his hand to the roof two times. 

The curtain in front of the SUV was pulled open causing sunlight to stream into the VIP area. Even through the deep tinted glass, I had to squint to protect against the intense Las Vegas sunlight. The limo lurched slowly forward, then turned and made it’s way out to the strip and towards the airport. 

I watched Steve. I waited for him to look at me. I needed him to tell me it was going to be okay, even if only through a reassuring look, but I didn’t receive one. I looked at the woman he was talking with and wondered who she was and why she was commanding his time instead of me. She had long, wavy brown hair that framed her pretty face and fair skin. She wore a white flowing blouse and deep blue linen pants. She appeared to be in her early to mid 30’s, but it was hard to tell with how well she presented herself. I couldn’t help but notice that her hand was resting on Steve’s knee as the talked. I found myself very jealous of this and really wished that he would smack her hand away, but he didn’t.

“I don’t like this.” Molly said quietly to me. “Something is very not okay.”

“I don’t either. What the fuck is happening?” I asked her.

“I have no idea, but it’s very wrong.” She said.

She grabbed my hand and held it tight. I was much less fascinated in the crowd on the strip now, even though it seemed to have grown exponentially. I couldn’t help but watch the others as they ignored us. Only Mark looked at Molly and myself and smiled, but it was an odd smile now. 

The limo finally made its way through traffic and pulled into the restricted area of the airport. The driver navigated us back to our plane, then parked with the rear right door a short distance to the folded down stairs.

The door opened a moment later and Mark stepped out and walked directly to the plane without waiting for anyone else. Alice didn’t move until he was on board, then stepped out and followed him. Steve and the woman moved next, then the driver motioned for Molly and I to follow. 

I climbed from the car, again surprised by the winter heat and walked to the steps of the plane, Molly following right behind me. I climbed onto the plane and saw that Mark, Alice, Steve, the woman were all seated in the front section. I was ushered back by Alice’s firm hand on the small of my back and moved toward my original seat facing forward. 

Steve and the woman were facing the rear of the plane and I finally caught his eye when I sat down. He smiled at me kindly and nodded, as if to say ‘You’re doing great’. I tried to smile back, but felt myself begin to tear up in fear. 

He undid his seat belt and walked back to me, dropping to his knee beside me and embraced me in a hug. 

“I know you’re scared. Don’t be. This is all okay.” He whispered in my ear.

“I think I want to go home. I don’t think I can do this anymore.” I sobbed.

“No, no, no. This is all okay, honey. Everything is fine.” He said, but I sensed hesitation in his voice. 

Molly was standing at the front of the plane waiting for Steve to move so she could take her seat. Her eyes were locked on me.

Steve turned and moved back to his seat, then Molly came and sat next to me. She reached her hand out and took mine, squeezing tightly.

I faded out while Chris gave his pre-flight announcement and didn’t realize when we started taxiing to the runway. Only the quick acceleration of the plane snapped me out of my mental fog. I looked up and noticed that Steve and the woman were looking at me with concern.

We leveled off and I could see from the small screen in front of Mark that we were headed north. The cabin lights flashed off, on, off, and back on meaning we were all free to remove our seat belts. As before, Steve moved to the galley and grabbed drinks for everyone.

Alice stood from her seat and motioned for Molly to come up to her. As she did, Steve and the woman also moved from their seats and approached me, then sat in the seats facing me. They both leaned in to talk to me, I leaned forward so I could hear them over the hum of the jet engines.

“Addy… this is Monica. Monica is going to be with us for a little while.” Steve said with a hesitant smile. 

I looked at Monica with confusion, but was met by her disarming smile and couldn’t help but give a smile in return. This caused her smile to grow even more.

“I know all of this is strange, baby.” Steve started again. “Just do what’s asked of you an everything is going to be great. Monica is here to help you until we go back home.”

I nodded with a confused look on my face. Steve had never insinuated that Montana would be like this.  

“Am I okay?” I asked.

“Oh, honey. Of course you are. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” He said quickly and emphatically. 

Monica’s smile turned to a look of empathy and I felt her warm, soft hand on mine. 

“Addy, I’ve been waiting so long to meet you. It’s so good to finally see you in person. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” She said.

I pulled my hand away from her, almost as if her skin was burning mine.

Steve’s eyes met mine and gave a reassuring look, trying to tell me to trust her. 

“I know you’re scared, sweetie. It’s okay.” She said as she placed her hand in her lap.

“I want to go home. I don’t want this anymore, Steve. I want to go home.” I sobbed, tears filling my eyes.

He pulled me in for another hug, but didn’t speak.

I cried, pleading to go home.

He didn’t speak.

I’m not sure if it was ten minutes or ten hours, but eventually Steve pulled away from me. My eyes burned and my face was wet with tears. 

“May I?” Monica asked kindly, gesturing to me with a Kleenex.

I didn’t respond, she treated this as an invite and began to gently wipe my tears away, carefully dabbing to make sure she didn’t mess up the makeup Molly had applied.

“Just do as you’re asked.” Steve said again into my ear, then pivoted and went back to his seat in the front of the plane. 

Monica stayed with the Kleenex still in her hand, her big brown eyes were watching me closely, but her gaze felt comforting for some reason. I didn’t know this woman, but I got the feeling that she knew me, that she had studied me. 

She once again grabbed my hand and squeezed, then went to rejoin Steve at the front of the plane. 

Molly came back and took her seat.

“Are you okay?” She asked me quietly. 

“I don’t fucking know.” I sobbed. “He just keeps telling me that everything is fine.”

“Yeah, that’s all Alice is saying to me as well.” She replied, turning her seat to mine.

After a while, Steve brought Molly and I sandwiches and more drinks. We ate silently. I watched the others talk and wished I could hear what they were saying, but the engine noise drowned their words out. 

After we ate, Molly moved her seat even closer and tossed a blanket over both of us, then pushed a small button on the wall, causing the shades to close over the windows. She moved her body to mine and pulled me into her. The darkness, the hum of the plane, her body, and the mental exhaustion of crying caused me to fall asleep quickly. 

The shades raised some time later causing me to open my eyes, squinting hard against the intrusion of sunlight. Chris had made his way back to us and was now shaking Molly awake.

“Gotta get your seat back where it needs to be. We’re almost there.” He said quietly.

She followed his instruction, then we each fastened our seatbelts. Moments later, the plane descended below the clouds exposing mountains out my window. The white mountains seemed to stretch as far as I could see. 

As we got closer to the ground, I could make out roads covered in snow with a few cars traversing the icy terrain. I looked forward to see a cleared runway in the distance, nestled between the mountain peaks. The descent was rough with turbulence causing me to squeeze painfully tight to the arm rest of the leather chair. 

I watched as the runway came closer and closer, then breathed a sigh of relief when the wheels gently touched the pavement and we came to a gentle stop. The plane sharply turned on the runway and backtracked for a moment, then pulled into a small hanger. We waited while the door closed behind us, then Chris opened the door and gave the signal that we were okay to disembark the plane. 

Mark was again the first to step off of the plane, but Alice followed closely behind now. There were two men at the bottom of the stairs there to greet Mark when he stepped off, each firmly shaking his hand, then Alice’s. 

Steve and Monica stepped off and received the same treatment, then Molly and I moved to climb down the stairs. The men looked at us and smiled, but didn’t extend their hands. Each gave us a nod, then turned to focus their attention back to Mark. 

I looked for direction from Steve, but he was already engrossed in conversation with a man in a tan suit, likely older than he looks because I could easily spot the bad dye job on his hair. I felt invisible, or insignificant. I wasn’t sure anymore. 

I turned around and looked at the plane, half contemplating jumping back on and begging the pilots to take me back home, but watched with disappointment as the door raised back into the plane, sealing my fate of staying here. 

“Lots going on, huh? This must be frightening for you.” Monica said softly beside me. 

I was startled by her words, half expecting that I really had gone invisible and was slightly disappointed that anyone could still see me. 

I nodded and bit at my lip, trying to keep from crying again. 

“Everyone here loves you, you know that?” She said. 

“They don’t even know me.” I replied quietly. 

“Of course they do. They love all of you.” She said, gently placing her hand on mine. 

“All of who?” I asked. 

“They love all of the Juniors. I think you underestimate how much they care about you.” She said. 

He smile seemed less friendly now. I was getting uneasy around her. 

The crowd began to shuffle and Molly approached me at Mark’s side. 

“You ready to go, kiddo?” Mark asked with a smile. 

I looked at Molly, but she kept her gaze to the ground of the hanger. 

“Where?” I asked. 

“Your Montana home, of course. Did you think we were gonna stay here?” He chuckled. 

I didn’t say anything, but nodded slightly. 

“That’s the spirit.” He said with enthusiasm. 

He reached out and grabbed my shoulder, then nudged firmly in the direction of a wooden door. I walked in front of him, in front of everyone over to it. 

As we approached, the man in the tan suit rushed forward and twisted the handle, then yanked the door quickly open. 

I was ushered through, then Mark’s grip twisted to the left. I followed his nonverbal instruction and walked to the left and down the dark hallway. It ended in a lobby that was nearly identical to the one from the first airport, but had stonework adorning the walls. 

I could see a few SUVs lined up out front, all black, all billowing plumes of purple exhaust into the frigid air. 

Mark’s hand released my shoulder sending relief through my body. I moved to the side as he walked past, the man in the tan suit again lunging forward to open the outer door. 

“Not yet, Jeff. You’ll freeze us.” Mark chuckled without a smile. 

Jeff’s face reddened as he offered an apologetic nod. 

“Alright,” Mark started as he surveyed the room. “Alice, Steve, Monica… you all come with me in the first car. Little ones… you’re in the last car.” He said quickly, then nodded to the man in the tan suit.

The door was opened and a rush of cold air smacked me on the face. The herd moved quickly, dividing between the front two SUVs efficiently. Before I had crossed the pathway to the third car, the first two were already loaded and doors were slammed shut. 

Molly pulled my hand to move me a little faster. The door was pushed open from the inside as we approached the black Suburban. I couldn’t see anyone in the back seat, but saw a face poking from behind the front headrest.

“Come on, now. It’s cold!” His voice yelled. 

Molly climbed up before me and shimmied across the space to the captains chair on the drivers side, while I settled into the seat behind the passenger, now turned around to face us.

We hadn’t put our seatbelts on yet, but I watched as the driver turned the knob into drive and moved us forward in time with the convoy. 

“Welcome to Montana… you picked the coldest day of the year to land.” The voice said, now paired with a friendly looking guy not much older than either Molly or I.

I nodded, embarrassed that someone I would consider around my own age was seeing me dressed like this.

“I’m Nick, this is Tim.” Nick said, nodding to the driver. 

He was also friendly looking, but was older than us by a few decades. Nick was dressed in a black overcoat with a gray knit hat. He had a strong jaw framed a toothy grin, and deep-set dark eyes revealed someone that was a little older than he looked. Not that there was any relief in my embarrassment. 

“I’m Molly, that’s Addy.” Molly said quickly as she snapped her seatbelt on.

“Oh, we know. We’ve been expecting you.” Nick said.

We both nodded. It was uncomfortable to be known without knowing it.

“We’ll be at the compound in about 20 minutes.” Tim said without taking his eyes off the road.

I couldn’t get a look at his face, but he wore the same black coat that Nick did. His deep black hair was messy on his head, likely from the knit hat he had sitting on the console next to him. 

We were now up to speed on the two-lane highway carved between two mountains. I couldn’t see pavement, but there had been deep grooves worn into the snow on both sides of the road from the other traffic. The SUVs in front of us kicked up a fair amount of slush, causing Tim to keep his distance behind them.

We wound around the side of another mountain and overlooked a vista that rivaled anything I’d ever seen before. There were miles upon miles of snowy fields surrounded by steep mountains. There were a few small rivers running through the meadow that resisted the ice. 

Nick told us about the area, but I was having trouble concentrating on anything other than the winding road ahead, nearly terrified that we were going to slide off the road.

After a few more miles of winding roads, the path straightened as it crossed another valley flanked by mountains. The other SUVs had increased their lead, but were both still visible in front of us. 

“Yo! Earth to Addy.” Nick said, snapping his fingers to my face.

“What?” I said confused.

“Have. You. Ever. Been. Here.” Nick said slowly.

“No.” I replied. 

“I’ve been talking to you for like five minutes… have you not heard a thing?” He laughed.

I shook my head, then gazed forward as the SUVs seemed to be pulling farther ahead. I noticed quickly that they weren’t getting farther ahead, we were slowing down.

The click of the turn signal was unwelcome to my ears as I watched the others carry on forward. Tim took a right turn onto a small, single lane road with a few tracks guiding him. I watched as the main road disappeared from view. The mountains in front of us seemed to split apart and I could see the tracks carry on between them, but had no indication of where we were headed. 

“Why didn’t they come this way?” I asked with a slight panic in my voice. 

“They have other things to take care of before they come here. We’re gonna go get you all settled in with the others.” Nick said.

I felt my stomach drop at the mention of other people even though I fully expected we wouldn’t be alone here. 

Molly’s hand reached out and grasped at mine over the gap between our seats. Her skin was warm and I welcomed her touch, desperately needing her comfort. 

I could see a plume of smoke ahead on the road but it took a moment to identify it’s source. As we moved closer, I could see a small group of cabins together in the middle of a valley, all surrounded by a tall stone wall. We drove closer to it, then turned down a narrow driveway that had been plowed clean. There were snow-covered trees on both sides of the driveway which obscured our view, but we soon moved past them and had a view of the pristine landscape stretching as far as I could see. 

Tim drove until we reached a large metal gate that sat between a large stone arch. I bent forward to get a look at the top of the arch, trying to get a view of the sign that sat above it. 

“What’s Avaluk mean?” I asked as I read the sign made of wood and stone.

“Something in Eskimo, I guess.” Nick laughed. “Never thought about it.” 

Tim pressed a button on the visor, then waited as the gate slowly crept open.

He moved carefully past the iron bars as the gate came to a rest, then waited as it closed again behind us before proceeding down the path. 

I could see a very large cabin at the end of the path, with a large circle drive in front of it. There were some smaller cabins apart from the main house, all had smoke billowing from their chimneys. 

Tim pulled in front of the large cabin and shifted the SUV into park.

“Here we go.” Tim said, but didn’t move. 

Nick jumped from his seat and out the door, then pulled my door open before turning a walking up to the massive wooden door. I climbed from my seat and waited for Molly as I watched him push the door open, then wave us through. 

I turned when I heard noise and watched as Tim and the SUV moved out of our view behind one of the smaller cabins, still very large in comparison to most cabins. 

“Go!” Nick yelled, gesturing wildly with his free hand. 

We crossed into a large stone and wood atrium, no doubt at least three stories tall. There was a large hearth fireplace adjacent to the door with a roaring fire spewing flames at least as tall as me. The hearth was flanked by large leather couches on both sides, chunky wood furniture around it. The entire room was surrounded by a second-story balcony with wood rails adorned with Christmas garland. 

“Welcome.” Nick said as he pulled his hat and jacket off before tossing them to a bench near the door.

“Where are we?” Molly asked, amazed. 

“Oh. This is Mark’s new place. Surprised you didn’t know that.” Nick laughed. 

Molly had a surprised look on her face, then gave an approving nod.

“Alright, let’s get you two settled in.” Nick said after letting us drink in our surroundings for a moment longer. “This way.” 

We followed as Nick led us down a stone corridor with wood floors that was off the main room. We passed by a few different rooms that were closed off, then past a massive chef’s kitchen, before arriving at another atrium. This one was smaller than the other, but still had it’s on large fireplace roaring. 

“Right in here.” Nick said as he pushed at a heavy door. The light was on inside already, and I heard a voice loudly shush as the door creaked open. 

Nick grabbed Molly’s arm and guided her inside before reaching for mine and doing the same.

My eyes fixed on the colorful decorations that adorned the walls and seemed to be out of place with the rest of the cabin. There were rainbows, clouds, and a large sun painted with oranges, yellows, and reds that seemed to dominate one wall. There were beanbag chairs scattered on the floor, arts and crafts out on tables, and a projection screen with Beauty and the Beast playing on it. 

“Emmy, Matty… come on over.” Nick called out.

Nick’s grip on my arm tightened in reaction to my instinct to run, but he held me firmly in place. 

I could see Molly also take a step back, but Nick’s other hand reached out and grasped at her shoulder and held her in place as well.

A couple of shadows moved from behind one of the bookcases, then I watched as a boy around my age came around dressed in khaki pants and a childish green Christmas sweater. Behind him came a girl in a white skirt and matching sweater. 

They walked to us, both hesitant. At least we had that in common. 

“Molly and Addy, this is Matty and this is Emmy.” Nick said as he shoved us lightly forward. 

They both stopped a distance away and gave hesitant smiles as they surveyed us. 

Matty was tall and thin. His blonde hair had been combed into a side part, but had since been messed up a bit. He extended his hand first and reached out for Molly’s.

“Hi.” He said quietly, shaking Molly’s hand, then reaching for my own. “I’m Matty. This is Emma.” 

He gestured to the girl behind him. She was my height and had similar blonde hair to Matty that was pulled back into a pony tail.

She gave another small smile, but kept her eyes averted from ours. 

“Sorry, she’s a little upset.” Matty said with a small laugh. 

“I am not.” Emmy said with offense in her tone, still keeping her eyes down.

I noticed Nick studying our faces as we were introduced, but he didn’t speak. He pointed to Matty, then to us, gesturing for him to take over. Matty nodded. 

Nick turned and exited the room, shutting the door closed behind him.

“So… uhh… how long have you all been here?” Molly asked. 

“We got here two days ago. Our, uhh… Dad… Big… whatever you call them went down to Vegas to meet you all. Since you’re here, I’m guessing he is too. Tall guy, white hair.” Matty said.

I nodded, recalling seeing a tall man with stark white hair in the pack of unnamed men.

“Okay, follow up question… why?” Molly asked. 

“Why are we here? To be honest, we were hoping you all would have more answers than us.” Matty replied. “All we know is something big was happening in Vegas and that’s where you came from, so we assumed you knew more.”

I shook my head which caused both of them to frown. 

“Are you the one on the boxes?” Emmy asked quickly to Molly, then seemed to shy away. 

Molly looked annoyed and didn’t answer the question, which let both of them know she was. 

“So… what is this? Where are we?” I asked after a moment, changing the subject. 

“So this is the play room here.” He said, gesturing around. “Through here is the nursery.” 

He led us to the other side of the room and through an open door, then flipped on a switch.

There was some ambient light from a curtained window, but the bright overhead lights displayed the grander of the nursery. 

There were four large cribs and two twin beds arranged around the perimeter of the room, each of the cribs looked just like the one at Molly’s house while the full beds were both made up with blue and white sheets adorned with stars and moons. There were hand-written signs on each of the beds, drawn in colorful chalk on a small blackboard suspended from the top of the bars or the footboards of the full beds.

Matty.

Emmy.

Addy.

Molly.

Samantha.

Charlie.

Matty and Charlie were fortunate enough to be sleeping in the beds. 

Each crib was enameled white with pale pink sheets and a white muslin blanket neatly tucked on each. The crib bars were raised up and were at least two feet over my head. I noticed that the left side of each crib had a hinged top that was folded away, but could see the locking mechanism on the right side to secure the cribs completely. 

Off to one side was a large changing table, a few oversized rocking chairs, and an assortment on infant and toddler toys. 

“You each get your own.” Matty said as we surveyed the room.

I walked over to the crib with my name on it and saw a small chest of drawers situated under the crib mattress. I pulled on one and saw an assortment of onesies and shirts, dresses in another. I didn’t bother with the third. I turned and saw that the changing table was loaded with diapers, but that there was also a second stack that I hadn’t seen before. 

I walked over and reached out to grab the blue and green thin looking diaper, but was stopped by Emmy’s hand. 

“Don’t touch anything. They know when you do.” She said. “They’re pull-ups. For the boys.”

I felt my face redden and was curious if she could tell that I was a boy under all of this. 

“Who are Samantha and Charlie?” I asked quietly.

Emmy shrugged and gave a confused look.

“We don’t know.” Matty added. “We thought they would have gotten here when you did.” 

I shook my head.

“It was only Molly and I on the plane. I mean… other than… the others people.” I said clumsily.  

“Didn’t that one lady say she had a Samantha? Kathy?” Molly asked me.

“Oh, yeah. She did!” I said back.

“You’ve met Kathy, huh?” Matty asked with disappointment on his voice.

“Yeah, she’s great.” Molly said with dry sarcasm. 

“I guess it makes sense that she’d go finding one of us for herself.” Matty said. “It’s all she talked about the last time we saw her in Kansas.” 

“You all from Kansas?” I asked.

“Yeah, unfortunately so is Kathy.” Emmy answered before Matty could.

“Well, Kathy said she would be up here soon, so I guess we’ll get a Samantha added to the mix.” I said with a sigh.

 We all stood silently for a minute and collected our thoughts. I don’t think any of us were quite comfortable with the scenario we found ourselves in. 

“So are you all together?” Molly asked Matty and Emmy.

They both nodded their heads.

“Long story.” Matty said.

“We have nothing but time.” I said back.

Matty took a deep breath and looked to the ceiling. 

“Four months ago, I had just turned eighteen, I met Dan. He’s the white haired guy. My friends had decided to take me to a bar for my birthday… one of them had given me a fake ID that morning and we decided we would test it out. Well, the first bar we went too caught on. They asked me what my astrological sign was, and I hadn’t even studied whatever birthday was on the ID, wasn’t sure if it was my real date or not. So I told him I didn’t know, that I didn’t believe in astrology. Smooth, right?” Matty laughed and fiddled with his shirt. “So the bouncer was about to confiscate the ID and call the cops when my buddy grabbed it and sprinted away. I didn’t know what to do so I did the same. We ran a few blocks until we knew we weren’t being chased, the ducked though a crowd. Next thing I know, my friend is handing the fake ID to another bouncer, but this one just waved us in.”

I nodded my head, a little unsure of where his story was going. Molly was intently listening, but Emmy had started to drift around the room again.

“So it takes like thirty seconds in this room to realize that we were in a gay club, and both of us were straight. My friend said fuck it, let’s get drunk while we’re here… so that’s sort of what we did. Well, this guy started buying us all of these drinks that tasted like freaking juice, like no alcohol at all, and it hit me quick. I don’t remember much else from that night, but I woke up on a couch in a massive living room wearing someone else’s pajamas. There was a trash can next to me that smelled like barf, so I’m guessing I wasn’t holding up too well. I felt like I got hit by a freight train and tried to collect my bearings to run, but then he walked in. He had the clothes I wore the night before folded in his hand and sat them next to me. It was around that time that I noticed I was wearing a pull-up under the pajama pants. I stood up to run away from Dan, but fell onto the floor after like two steps, then puked again. Dan helped me clean up, then told me about how drunk I was and how my friends left me. I evidently couldn’t tell him where I lived, so he brought me to his house so I could sleep on his couch. He said I peed myself right after I laid down so he changed me into different clothes and put the pull-up on me so it wouldn’t happen again.” He continued.

I could see the shame in his eyes as he told his story. He didn’t seek this out, it found him. 

“Dan helped me get cleaned up again, and took care of me for the rest of the day. He was very nice, didn’t seem creepy at all. Didn’t try to hit on me or anything. I guess I kind of liked his attention, and the next thing I know, we’re laying down watching a movie and he’s pulling my head onto his chest, but I didn’t fight it. Things just escalated from there, partly from guilt, partly from the attention I was getting. I don’t know.” He stared off in space for a moment, reliving the early memories of Dan.

“Yeah, mine wasn’t too far off of that, I guess.” I said, trying to reassure him. 

He smiled thinly at this, but didn’t look up at me.

“What about you?” Molly asked Emmy.

“I’d kind of rather not… you know.” Emmy said quickly. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Well… about a year ago…” Molly started. “I was approached by someone that told me I could make money doing this. I met Mark and Alice at a restaurant and, well… here I am.” 

Emmy’s eyes locked on Molly. 

“Me too. Well, not with them, of course. But about a month ago, I met Dan in a restaurant. I had been struggling for money after my Mom died and my Dad was never in the picture… someone I met handed me a card and told me to call the number. Next thing I know, I’m meeting Dan at some fancy restaurant.” Emmy said with initial excitement, but giving way to reluctance. 

“Is Dan married or anything?” Molly asked.

“He was, a while back. Not anymore.” Matty replied. 

“So… like… why both of you?” Molly blurted.

Matty chuckled, but didn’t respond to the question. 

We all jumped at the mechanical clank of the door in the main room and shuffled to look. The door slowly pushed open and a woman in her mid-40’s made her way in, then turned to close the door. 

“Hello, my darlings.” She sang in a high-pitched voice, a distinct British accent clearly evident.

Her oval face lit up when she saw Molly and I and waved us to her.

She wasn’t tall, but was taller than I was. She was wearing a purple sweater and khaki pants, and looked a little more frumpy than I had seen the other women look on the trip so far. Her face was aged, her teeth were cigarette stained, but her eyes were warm and inviting. 

“Ah, I am so glad to finally meet you two.” She said, chipper as she closed the distance between us.

She reached us quickly, Molly and I standing still unsure if we should advance or run, and pulled us both in for a hug. She rocked back and forth for a few seconds, then let go and took a step back, but kept her hand on our shoulders.

“So lovely, you two are.” She said as she looked at us with admiration.

I raised my eyebrows, unsure if fight-or-flight should kick in or not.

“Heavens, I am so sorry. You probably don’t know who this crazy lady is that’s hugging you. Bloody hell, my manners.” She said with an overly exaggerated eye roll.

“Children… who am I?” She sang while looking at Matty and Emmy.

“Ms. Charlotte.” Matty said quietly.

“Matty… come now.” She prodded.

“Sorry. Nanny Charlotte.” He answered.

She smiled at Matty then looked back at us. 

“I’m your Nanny Charlotte. I’ll be helping take care of you lot whilst you’re here.” She said.

She rubbed our shoulders, then backed away and pinched at Matty’s cheek as she passed him by.

“Right… so let’s gather round over here and have a quick conversation.” She said as she gestured to a grouping of bean bag chairs.

We all made our way over and sat down on the fluffy fleece bags while Charlotte pulled a chair from the table over. 

“Right.” She said as she plopped down into her seat. “Some ground rules off the bat.” 

Molly and I both looked at each other with nervous glances. 

“Oh, don’t be worried… I can see it in your eyes. You’ll be fine, dear.” Charlotte said to me, snapping my eyes away from Molly.

“Sorry.” I said quietly.

She maintained sharp eye contact with me for a moment, then looked away.

“Rule number one… listen. Listen. Rule number two… no fussing. Rule number three… if you don’t think you should, don’t. Simple enough?” She laughed. 

I looked at Emmy, but she was fixed on Charlotte’s face, nodding. I was sure that she had heard this before, but she wasn’t going to push her luck by seeming disengaged. 

“Now, I think we’d better get our new friends changed and ready for sleepy time. Emmy, you need to come as well. Matty, I trust you can help yourself?” Charlotte said as she stood from her chair and pushed it back under the table. 

We all stood, not without considerable trouble, from the bean bag chairs and followed Charlotte as she walked. 

She made her way to the changing table in the nursery, pulled a pull-up from the shelf, then walked over to the bed with Matty’s name on it. She rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a blue shirt and matching shorts covered in trucks and dinosaurs. 

“Go potty and brush your teeth, my prince.” She said softly to Matty, then smiled as he turned and made his way of the nursery.

I was struck with embarrassment for a few reasons now. Why did Matty get to use the potty, and why did he get to dress like a boy. I wasn’t even sure if the two of them knew I was actually a boy.

Charlotte hoisted Emmy up onto the changing table and pulled her dress over her head, then tossed it aside, then pulled her tights off and threw them to join the dress. Charlotte quickly untapped the diaper and pulled it from beneath Emmy, balled it up, and slid it into a diaper pail next to the table. Emmy’s face was blood red with embarrassment, something Charlotte seemed care little about. She kept her eyes closed as Charlotte carefully cleaned her with a wipe, only resisting when Charlotte pulled her legs apart to clean more. This earned a small smack to Emmy’s inner thigh. She stopped resisting right away. She put a clean diaper on, taped it tightly, then helped her from the table, otherwise unclothed. 

“Forgot something important, didn’t I.” Charlotte chuckled and walked past us. 

Emmy stood with her eyes downcast. The diaper was bulky on her, as it was Molly and myself. She instinctively covered her small breasts with her forearms, but Charlotte quickly admonished her modesty. 

“Babies have nothing to hide, little one.” She sang as she walked back to the table with a pink and white onesie.

She slid the onesie over Emmy’s head, then bent down to fasten the snaps between her legs and over the bulky diaper. 

“Wonderful. Go pick a chair and I’ll be out in a moment.” Charlotte told Emmy, then swatted her bottom. “Right, which one of you little princesses is next, hmm?” 

Molly didn’t move. I didn’t either, but Charlotte ended up grabbing my arm and pulling me forward anyways. She followed the same routine as she did with Emmy, never mentioning the chastity cage, never teasing me. Just cleaning, then dressing me in the same attire as Emmy. 

Once we were all changed and in our matching onesies, except for Matty who was no doubt gloating in his ‘big boy’ pajama set, we sat in the main room and feasted on a dinner of dinosaur chicken nuggets and Kraft Mac and Cheese. I knew Steve didn’t have anything to do with the culinary selection, he would have died before picking something so processed and unrefined. 

Charlotte had finally left the room, but I think we were all too nervous to be the first to speak for fear of having some listening device pick up on our words, and it being held against us. I chewed the flavorless Tyrannosaurus rex nugget with a small dip of ketchup. I watched as Molly stirred her overly cheesy noodles with a purple plastic spoon mindlessly, her eyes locked on the nuclear yellow cheese sauce. 

“So is anyone gonna say anything?” Matty said, breaking the deafening silence. 

We all looked up, but didn’t speak. I shrugged.

Matty pushed back from the table and stood quickly, then walked to the door. He reached out with hesitancy and turned the handle slowly, then stood with surprise on his face as the door opened freely.

He looked back over his shoulder, then moved beyond the door. It shut softly behind him, but secured with a loud click that made me jump. I looked at the others, but they were fixated on the door. None of us moved. 

Emmy finally looked at me, questioning what we should do without saying a word. The look on her face said enough. 

“Well, he’ll either be fine or they’ll kill him, I guess.” Molly said with a chuckle to me. 

We all pushed our plates away and moved to be nearer to the door, nervous anticipation of the next time it opened. We didn’t have to wait long to see the handle turn and the door pull open. I strained to see into the darkness of the hallway, but couldn’t see anything through the blackness.

Finally, Matty poked his head through the door.

“They’re all in the living room. They said we’re allowed there if we want.” He said with an almost chipper tone in his voice. 

Emmy jumped quickly from her seat and followed after Matty, Molly and I slowly followed. 

Matty led us down the hallway and back to the main part of the house, then into the large room with the couches and fireplace, the large fire audibly roaring and casting a warm glow clear to the ceiling. 

“Hello!” Alice belted out as we walked around the corner. “I see you all sent a scout to check the place out.”

This caused a small chuckle amongst the group. 

Steve locked eyes with me and beamed a smile. He was sitting on the same couch as Monica, but there was a space between the two of them. For some odd reason, this caused me some relief. He gestured to me and I obeyed without a thought. 

He pulled me easily onto his lap and hugged me from behind tightly, then turned me sideways with my legs pointing to Monica. She also cast a  warm smile and brought her left hand up to my naked thigh and squeezed it lightly. 

The others joined their bigs as well, then the conversation amongst the bigs continued. 

I peered around and noticed that Emmy and Matty sitting at Dan’s side, while Molly was sitting in between Alice and Mark. Alice pulled Molly into her body, then slowly stroked her hair. As much as Molly would deny it, I could see a very slight smile form on her face as she closed her eyes. 

I sat on Steve’s lap awkwardly as Monica continued to rest her hand on my thigh, periodically rubbing gently without thought. Unfortunately the gentle caressing was giving me butterflies and I could feel myself pulsing lightly against the cage beneath my diaper. 

The blabbing went on for what seemed like hours, but per the large grandfather clock off in the corner of the room, it has only been about fifteen minutes since we entered the room. 

By this point, Molly was fast asleep leaving against Alice, still stroking at her hair while Mark practiced armchair politics. From the faces of the others in the room, they were all as amused as I was. 

The rant was mercifully interrupted by a ringing cell phone causing the room to look over to Dan. Emmy, seated at his side, moved over to allow Dan access to his pocket. He silenced the ringer, looked at the screen with apparent nearsightedness, then answered the caller with a questioning grunt. 

He listened for a brief moment, then hung up without a word. 

“Kathy and whatshisface is here.” Dan said low, then smacked lightly at Emmy’s leg and stood. Matty was seated beside Emmy and hardly paid attention to anything other than the roaring fire, transfixed in the dancing flames. 

Within a few minutes, Kathy walked into the room with her venomous smile shining bright. She paid no attention to anyone other than Mark as she quickly surveyed the room, then walked quickly to him. He seemed about as annoyed with her as the others, the obvious fake smile forced upon his face. 

My eyes were drawn back to the hall that she had entered from as I saw an overweight, balding man slowly walk in. He wore a look of contempt as he also surveyed the room, not greeting anyone nor accepting greetings from the others. 

His eyes met mine for a split second, but he quickly pulled them away and turned his head. He glanced once more around, then walked past the room pulling his suitcase and went up the stairs. I watched as he entered a room overlooking the living room, then closed the door behind him. 

“Samantha! Come on, girl!” Kathy yelled. 

I turned and watched as a girl walked meekly into the room. She was wearing a bright yellow dress that clashed against the dark, warm room. She had straight auburn hair neatly parted and tucked behind her ears that framed her pretty face, stricken with fear. 

She didn’t look up, she didn’t look around. She stared straight down at her feet as she moved farther into the room. I could see her face, a slight glow cast from the fire danced against her skin and shimmered against the tears that moistened her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and red. 

“I swear.” Kathy scoffed as the girl froze a few feet from the door.

She crossed quickly, casting an apologetic look at Mark as she walked to Samantha, then gripped firmly at her wrist and pulled her to the center of the room. I could tell how hard Samantha was fighting back tears, and fighting running away. Kathy’s fingers were turning purple against the girls pale skin, eliciting the only other emotion on Samantha’s face… pain. 

“This…” Kathy began as she pulled Samantha forward, “is Samantha. She’s been with us for a few weeks now, and she’s still learning the ropes, so… well, she’s got a lot to learn.”

Samantha’s eyes closed tightly, more tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping to the hand-scraped hard wood floors.

“And if she isn’t going to be a polite little lady, she’ll be very regretful about it.” Kathy added.

Samantha opened her eyes and looked up, above everyone in the room, and curtsied.

“I’m sorry.” She pushed out, her voice breaking.

She had deep green eyes. Coupling that with her pale skin and auburn hair, there was no doubt she had some Irish in her. She was short. Shorter than any of us, at least. And thin. This group sure did have a type. 

Kathy brushed forward, lightly pulling Samantha back, then gestured her towards a chair off to the side of the room. Samantha wasted no time and scurried quickly away from he spotlight of the room.

“You know, I thought this would be easier after watching all of you find yours, but goodness gracious, breaking her is like breaking a wild horse.” Kathy said with a seditious laugh. 

I could feel Steve’s fingers tighten on my knee as she said this. At least he was in agreement that nobody should be broken to fulfill this fantasy. At least I hope our thoughts matched.

“You’ve done well, Kathy. She’s very fine, very fine.” Mark said with a nasty grin, eyeing the girl from his spot on the couch. 

Molly seemed as repulsed as I was and subtly moved closer to Alice.

Dan cleared his throat and stood, leaving Matty and Emmy looking confused with the now vacant spot next to them.

“I think it might be time for the little ones to go get some rest, and for the adults to do the same. Tomorrow is a big day, and I, for one, don’t intend on being drowsy for it.” He said.

He raised his hand and waved to the other side of the room. I turned and looked and watched as Charlotte nodded at him, then gently coaxed Samantha from the chair. 

“Goodnight, sweetie.” Steve whispered into my ear, then kissed gently at my cheek. 

I didn’t want to move from him, but knew there was no choice in the matter.

Monica gave another sweet smile and squeezed at my forearm, then scrunched her face apologetically.

Matty and Emmy passed by me, then I felt as Molly grabbed my arm on her way past. We all followed Charlotte out of the room as she slowly led Samantha along by her shoulders. We all kept well back so as to not crowd the poor girl. I wished at that point that we were all dressed a little more normally, I’m sure Samantha is going to freak out a bit more when the four of us pile in the room with her dressed like infants, our diapers clearly visible to anyone looking.

I could hear crying by the time I made it past the door to the playroom. It wasn’t panicked crying, but more sobs of defeat. I watched as Charlotte lifted the small girl onto the changing table and removed her yellow dress. To no one’s surprise, Samantha was also clad in the diapers we had all come to get used to, but it was evident she hadn’t yet. 

Charlotte was gentle, and Samantha was no match against her muscle mass, and the new diaper was taped onto her hips within a few seconds. She was dressed in the very same onesie that we were wearing, well, almost all of us were wearing, then scooted out to join us. 

She didn’t so much as look at us, just moved to a chair in the corner and began crying again. Her shoulders heaved up and down as she sobbed into her arms. 

Emma moved to her without hesitation and pulled a chair near hers. Molly joined her. They sat there with concern while Matt and I hovered a safe distance away. I may look like a girl, but those are nurturing instincts I don’t have. 

I looked at Matt, he looked at me and shrugged and turned away, walking back to the nursery. I could hear the squeak of his bed as he plopped down onto it. 

Molly looked up at me and motioned me over. I hesitantly stepped to her, then sank to my knees near the girls. Samantha’s sobs had subsided now, but she was still curled up on the chair. 

Emma moved her chair closer to Samantha and reached out to place a hand on the girls back. Samantha didn’t pull away, instead leaning into Emma and burying her head into her shoulder. 

“I’m Emma. This is Molly and that’s Addy.” She said softly with her eyes closed. 

Samantha raised her head and looked at each of us for a moment, then forced a small smile. 

“Sam.” She said in whisper. “I want to go home.”

“I know, I think we all do.” Molly said as she extended her hand and gently squeezed Sam’s hand. 

It was a tender moment that didn’t last quite long enough. The door opened a few seconds later and pulled our attention away. 

I turned my head and watched as Alice, Kathy, Monica, and Charlotte all filed into the room. They were laughing amongst themselves, but quieted when they noticed us consoling Sam. Alice smiled slightly, but it was interrupted by Kathy’s harsh voice. 

“Always so emotional.” She cackled. 

I noticed that everyone but Alice carried baby bottles in their hands. 

Charlotte reached to the wall and turned a switch that dimmed the lights in the room significantly. There were glowing stars on the ceiling that cast a warm blue glow, and soft nursery music began playing from speakers in the corner, soft enough to just be audible. 

Monica locked eyes with me and smiled, then nodded her head to a couch. She tuned and sat. Soon, the others had taken spots on the other seats and called for us to join them. 

I watched as Alice began fiddling with her top with one hand as she pulled Molly over her lap with the other. Molly hesitated, but knew there was no sense in arguing, and laid across her lap. Monica watched with envy as Alice lined her nipple up with Molly’s mouth and pushed it softly in. 

She patted her lap when she looked back at me. 

“Come on, this’ll be nice for both of us.” She said quietly as she pulled at my upper back. 

I followed her instructions and laid my head onto her thighs, then watched as the gave the bottle a shake, popped the cap, and guided the silicone nipple into my mouth. 

It was quiet for the next few minutes. I couldn’t see much from where I was, but could see that Emma was laying next to Charlotte and Kathy had Sam curled up on her lap. We slowly nursed from the bottles of milk while Molly breastfed. 

“Pretty soon that’ll be you, my baby.” Kathy said obnoxiously loud. 

Sam didn’t make a sound, but I noticed Monica giving an agreeing look as she watched me suck the last little bit of milk from the bottle. 

The others finished soon after. We all sat up as Alice buttoned her shirt closed again, then stood from the chair after pushing Molly to her feet. 

“Right, I think it’s time for bed for you lot.” Charlotte called out. 

We were each guided to our respective cribs, assisted in, then watched as the bars were raised up and locked into position. I waited expectantly, but the bars across the top were kept open, giving me some relief that freedom, while difficult, was not impossible. 

“Night night, sweet ones.” Charlotte called, then closed a curtain between the playroom and this one. 

Matty was laying in his bed with his eyes closed, but opened them again once they ladies had left the room. He waited for the door to close and latch to the playroom, then sat up in bed as the lights shut off.

“I’m telling ya… this place is fucked up.” He said with a sad chuckle.

“This place? Or these people?” I asked. 

“Point. Good point.” He said back. 

It was very dark in the room, there wasn’t really any light to speak of, but I could hear the others moving around.

No one else spoke. I could hear quiet sobs coming from the opposite side of the room, meaning it was Sam. I listened as she struggled with her… well, our situation and wondered when the rest of us became so desensitized to it. Like this was almost normal for us all. 

“Sam?” Molly called softly, then a little louder after not getting a response. 

Sam’s sobbing quieted down, but she didn’t say anything back. 

“Look, I know this is fucked up, but you’re gonna get used to it.” Matty called out, with an air of annoyance in his voice. 

“I…” Sam cried softly. “I don’t want to get used to this.”

“None of us do.” I said into the black room. 

“I just want to go back home. I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to leave.” Sam called out.

“Then tell them that. They aren’t holding you here.” Molly said. 

“Yeah, you can stop whenever you want… you just don’t get paid. But you can go home.” I added. 

This caused Sam to cry again, but I wasn’t sure why. It seemed so simple to just throw in the towel or raise the flag if it was that bad. Why wasn’t she seeing that. 

“Yeah… I wouldn’t count on that.” Matty said with a regretful tone. 

There was silence. 

“Matt… don’t. Just leave it.” Emma chided. 

“Might as well learn it now instead of the hard way.” He retorted with more annoyance. 

“Learn what?” Molly asked with a tone of fright. 

“Can we do this later? Please?” Emma interjected. 

“No! Learn what?” Molly called out. 

“Do you actually think you can walk away from all of this by just saying so? All of this… everything around you. These people. Do you sincerely think they’ll just let you walk away?” He said.

“He doesn’t know that for sure.” Emma interjected quickly.

I heard an exaggerated huff from Matt, then the squeak of his bed as he moved around. 

“Okay, maybe I don’t know it for sure, but just think about it. Do you really think a group of millionaires and billionaires would let us bring down their entire rouse just because we feel like going home? I can flat out guarantee that if you tried to… tap out… that you’d end up in a landfill somewhere without teeth or fingertips. Untraceable. They have everything in the world at their disposal and they’re sure as hell not going to risk it all on one of their fetish toys. That I’m sure of.” 

The room fell silent again. I thought about all of the things Steve has told me, all of the promises in all of the papers that may or may not be legally binding. I thought about the half-truths that have been spread since all of this started. It was the first time that I had doubt cast in my mind that maybe this wasn’t as voluntary as I was led to believe. Maybe these hormone implants that were under my skin weren’t as reversible as Alice said. 

I shook my head and tried to push the thoughts out of my mind. There was no way I was actually a prisoner here, there was no way that I was trapped. Steve wouldn’t do that. Not to me. 

Matt’s bed squeaked again. Samantha sniffled. 

Silence. 

[Nomadic]

On 9/26/2022 at 10:43 PM, mahleedl said:

Nomadic,

I hope all is well.  It worries me that you were planning to post within the week and haven’t posted in two months.  
 

I love this story, but if it takes a year between posts to get it right, that’s ok.  
 

It’s not the interval that worries me, it’s that it seems unexpected.

I wish I was more consistent with my writing… life always seems to get in the way though. Good things in life, fortunately, but things that take so much time away from my writing. I’m going to keep writing this story, I really enjoy where it’s headed and I think you will too, and it will likely take some time to get there, but I will get there. 

[eliminster]

good to see you back Nomadic, your story is one of my favorites

[D503]

Thanks for this great chapter and your comments on keeping it going.

I like how you've managed to capture the atmosphere of fear, uncertainty and doubt while still stoking the fires of passion and humiliation, which is a hallmark of BDSM I guess.

And I love the new villain ?

[BabyJilly_S]

Well that took a turn  

Thanks a lot for the new chapter

[WBDaddy]

This is getting very, very dark.  I like it. 

[christi]

On 10/23/2022 at 4:10 PM, WBDaddy said:

This is getting very, very dark.  I like it. 

<chuckling>  I was thinking exactly the same and opposite.  "This is getting very dark and I'm outta here!"  I'll peek in from time to time to see if they got a happy ending but otherwise...  This ain't for the likes of me.  Enjoy the story everybody and my thanks to the writer even if I'm going to chicken out.

[Lost Little Neppy]

On 10/23/2022 at 6:10 PM, WBDaddy said:

This is getting very, very dark.  I like it. 

My feelings exactly!

[Nomadic]

Chapter 24

“Alright, sleepy one… I think that’s long enough.”

The chipper voice was like nails on a chalkboard pulling me from the deep recesses of slumber, out from a deep, unmemorable dream world that I longed to be back in.

There was a thunk that shook me more awake as Charlotte pulled the side of the crib down, then lost her grip on it sending it crashing down.

She gasped, then quickly apologized. 

“These things are getting too heavy for my old arms.” She murmured as she placed her hand on my upper arm and pulled with considerable strength.

I shimmied from the springy mattress and dropped the final few inches to get my feet onto the floor, then steadied myself. The diaper was significantly wetter than it usually was when I woke up, almost to the point that it felt close to leaking. Charlotte guided me to the changing table then helped to hoist me up. The diaper did leak a little as I put my full weight on my butt, I could feel it pressing out onto the fabric of the onesie. It felt gross and I appreciated that Steve had been so attentive in the past to make sure they didn’t get this full. 

I laid back and stared at the ceiling as the onesie was unsnapped and pushed away, then felt the cool air hit my clammy skin as she pulled the diaper away. There was a sizable thud from the wastebasket as the rolled up diaper joined the others. 

“What time is it?” I asked, groggily. 

“Nearly noon, you lazy bum.” She answered with a jolly laugh. 

“Oh. Where is everyone else? Why didn’t anyone get me?” I asked, very confused how I slept that long. 

“Matty is out with the men in town. The other girls are watching a movie in the theater room. Christmas movies, I think.” She said as she used baby wipes to cleanse my damp skin. “Ms. Monica decided to give you a little something extra so Alice could make adjustments to your hormone implant while you were sleeping.”

“She what?” I asked with significant concern and confusion. 

“It’s nothing, dear. Just a wave of a wand and it a few small pokes and it was done.” She answered matter-of-factly as she tossed the wipes to join the diaper. 

“It’s… it’s… it isn’t that. What did she change? What did she do?” I frantically cried out.

“Oh, stop now.” She said as she gave a small swat to my inner thigh. “You knew it would be done. Alice said she and Steve discussed it with you.”

I felt my face get hot and tears stream from my eyes as Charlotte ignored my protests. Without another word she pulled a new diaper out, fluffed it, and slid it under my butt. I waited for the diaper to get taped into place, but the longer than usual pause caught my attention. I panicked again when I noticed she had something in her hand, and while a took a second to register exactly what it was, I knew from the deviation from the norm that I wouldn’t like it. 

She sensed my protest before my vocal cords could even react to the realization and quickly contorted her face in a threatening manner. 

“Don’t think about it.” She said firmly.

My throat finally unlocked and pushed out a groan as she brought a small enema bulb into view.

“You can stay in here until you’re ready, the others won’t be joining you for a little while.” She attempted to say reassuringly, but it offered no comfort at all.

She didn’t hesitate to hear my protest, and within a few seconds I could feel the cool lubrication from the small tube make contact with my hole, then easily advance without pause. She squeezed firmly on the bottle, slowly emptying it’s contents into me as I silently protested.

“Can I please just use the bathroom? Please?” I pleaded as she finished with the contents of the bottle, tossing to to also join the discarded diaper and wipes. 

“No.” She said flatly as she pulled the diaper up and taped it snugly into place.

She pulled me up into a sitting position and removed the onesie. I backed away from her as the urine-soaked fabric moved up my back, then hit my cheek as she removed it, garnering another quick slap to my thigh and a warning to stay still.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, fortunately it was dry.

“There we go.” She sang as she pulled me from the table, dressed in only the diaper. 

I stood and waited for clothes, but it became apparent that she had no intention of offering any.

“We’re going to be doing this twice, dear. It’ll be much easier on both of us if you just cooperate and let nature take it’s course, okay? Don’t fight it. They always fight it the first few times and it never works. Just let it happen.”

She wasn’t wrong. Of course I tried to fight it. I pleaded over and over that she let me use the bathroom, that this was senseless and gross for both of us. I cried.

Within 10 minutes, I was defeated. 

She never even scrunched her nose as she cleaned me up and did the second enema. The process repeated, but without protest this time. I had already been defeated and humiliated beyond words, so what good would more words do now. I stood there against the wall and cried as I succumbed to cyclical waves of cramping. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She said with a laugh as she finished cleaning from the second round.

I didn’t dignify a response.

“Alright, now the next part may be a little more uncomfortable but Mr. Steve asked for it himself, so I don’t want any sass. Understood?” She said as she placed what would be the fourth diaper of the day under my butt.

I looked at her with concern that whatever she was about to do was, in her mind, more of a concern that being forced to mess myself twice in a row. She wasn’t far off.

I tried to move away from her, but her left hand pressed firmly on my chest.

“You need to relax for this or it’s going to be much worse.” She said with caution as she lined a butt plug up with my sore bottom.

I yelped loudly as the liberally lubricated purple bulbous plug made contact. She waited just a moment, then pushed with firm pressure as she slowly twisted the plug. The muscles burned as the plug advanced, their protest being no match for the lubricated intruder moving past. 

“Owe, owe, owe…” I cried as I gasped. 

“Calm.” She said back.

It felt like it would never end, that the plug was as wide as a traffic cone, but she kept pushing and twisting. Eventually my muscles resigned to their fate and gave in. The plug quickly advanced past them and seated firmly in place, my body then seeming to suck it in. I felt the flanged base nestle close to my body and sighed as the pain all but vanished. 

“There we go.” She said proudly as she massaged the base into place. 

A quick drag with a baby wipe satisfied her that her mission was complete and she pulled the new diaper up and taped it tightly into place. 

My hole kept contracting against the plug, fighting the unwelcome intruder, but eventually just accepted it. I winced as she pulled me up into a seated position again as my weight pushed the plug deeper into me. Fortunately it didn’t hurt anymore, but it was a sensation that would take some getting used too, and I had a feeling I would have ample opportunity to do just that. 

I stood next to the table clad in just the diaper and hoped, even though I knew it would be something super girly, that she would allow me to get dressed this time. Somehow it was significantly more humiliating to wear just a diaper than it was to wear a frilly dress or even a onesie. There was at lease some protection against the outside world that way.

I was and wasn’t disappointed when she came back to me with a sleeveless pink dress with purple ruffles on the skirt. She pulled it over my head and fluffed it into position, then offered tights. I accepted and stepped into the white, moderately thick leggings that she wrestled over the bulky diaper. 

She then walked me over to a mirror in the play room and brushed my hair back and forced it into a ponytail. I was surprised that it was long enough to stay in one, but it did. She was satisfied when the headband completed my outfit and gave me an approving, proud nod. 

“You’re beautiful.” She chirped.

I couldn’t help but smile just a little… the affirmation felt nice.

The walk to the atrium was awkward and uncomfortable as my body tried to get used to the plug. About halfway there the flange finally settled into a decent spot that allowed me to walk almost like normal, but there was no denying that there was a little bit of awkwardness to my stride.

“Hello.” Alice said as I rounded the corner to the large room. She was seated on the couch across from Monica, who also turned and greeted me with her beaming smile. 

I didn’t react. 

Charlotte guided me over to the couch next to Monica, then gestured for me to sit. I did so carefully. This caused Alice to smirk as she watched me adjust to the new sensation present in my bottom. 

“So… did you know that Ambien works a little too well on you?” Alice said with a chuckle. 

“You drugged me with Ambien?” I asked with a flat voice.

“No, I prescribed you Ambien that was dosed appropriately, and given in accordance with your prescription. I just didn’t know you would be so sensitive to it.” Alice corrected. 

I didn’t say anything, but looked to the ground. 

“Oh, it’s not that bad. You should feel well rested and now that we changed the rates on the hormone pump, we shouldn’t have to do it again for quite a while.” She said as she shifted to the edge of the couch, no doubt anticipating that this would cause a dramatic reaction from me. 

“What rates?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. 

“Estrogen and progesterone, and a tiny amount of androgen blocker.” She said with a satisfied smile. 

“Why? Why do that?” I asked, again knowing the answer. 

“Well, it seems to me that if you’re just wondering that, you’re about a little late. We introduced those hormones to you in a very low dose when we gave you the implant, but we’re moving you to a maintenance dose now.” She responded with chilling calmness.

“No, I know that. But why? Why are you doing it?” I asked as I began to get worked up.

“Because Steve asked for it and you agreed to it.” She said quickly and sharply.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything that…” I started before she cut me off.

“I’m working very hard to give you what you and Steve both said you wanted. And you’ll get it. Both of you.” She said.

My face was burning hot by this point, I wanted to turn and run but knew there was no point. I had been manipulated and I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. 

“Turn it off.” I said weakly.

She didn’t respond.

“Please make it stop. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t… I’m… I withdrawal my consent.” I pushed out without looking up at her.

“Consent is not yours to withdrawal anymore. We’re past that.” She said sharply.

“I want to leave. I want to go now, I don’t want to be here anymore.” I nearly yelled, my voice shaking almost as hard as my body was. 

“You want to leave?” She sarcastically laughed. “Go for it. It’s about thirty miles to the nearest… well, anything. Enjoy your walk… I think the high this week is about ten degrees. Oh, and enjoy spending the rest of your without bladder control, because without me, it’s permanent. Oh, while we’re at it… enjoy all of the hormones slowly transitioning you into a girl because without me… you guessed it, that’s permanent as well. So go right on and head out, it’s gonna be a rough life for you without us. Assuming you even make it past the walk.” 

I tried to not lose it, but I failed. The waterworks kicked into high gear and my throat seized up. I turned to the side of the couch and sank down, unable to catch my breath but yelped when the plug twisted and pinched at my skin.

I’m not sure how long I cried for, but eventually I heard her voice again. 

“I think someone needs to go take a nap.” Alice said in a low voice, I assume to Monica. “The hormones, the Ambien… oh, and she hasn’t had any breakfast yet. Plus the butt plug… its probably taking some getting used too.” 

“Yeah.” Monica added quietly. “I’ll… I should take her.”

“Yes. Please.” Alice said, the seething smile in her voice audible. 

Monica’s soft hands squeezed my right hand and pulled lightly. I passively resisted moving, but didn’t fight her. I knew going with her would be better than staying with Alice, but didn’t have the mental or physical energy to move. She tugged a little harder and squeezed a bit tighter.

“Come on, honey.” She whispered. 

I stood without looking at Alice. I thought again about running, then pushed it out of my mind. I thought about jumping into the fire place, but pushed that quickly out of my mind as well.

I silently followed Monica as she guided me out of the room by my hand. I was careful with how I moved my legs, it seemed that some of the lubricant had dried up now and the tacky rubbery surface of the plug was becoming uncomfortable.

She led me into the kitchen, then toward a stool at the large warm granite island in the middle.

“Easy up now.” She said softly.

She pulled the tall chair out and helped me up, easing me down onto the seat with care. Fortunately sitting more gently kept any shooting pains at bay, even with the harder cushion. 

“Do you like eggs? I can make you some eggs… we still have bacon left over from breakfast and I think there may be a biscuit or two left. Will that be okay?” She asked as she rounded the island and turned the sink on to wash her hands.

I didn’t acknowledge her question, nor was I intending on answering, but my mind jumped when she mentioned food. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now, but now that she mentioned it, my stomach felt like it was digesting itself. 

She stood for a few more seconds, then turned and opened the refrigerator and pulled out the clear carton of Egglands Best and ignited the gas range.

My head sank into my hands even deeper as I weighed whatever options I could think of. The symphony of cooking put my mind at ease a little, it felt like being back in Steve’s kitchen. It sort of felt safe again.

I turned my eyes up slightly and made inadvertent eye contact with Monica as she sliced a pat of butter from the yellow rectangle in front of her. She smiled. I looked away.

“It wouldn’t be fair for me to say I understand what you’re going through, so I won’t. But what I will say is that Steve and I are here for you and will help you every step of your journey.” She said with a sickly sweet reassurance.

I breathed deeply and tried to not speak, but couldn’t contain it.

“This isn’t my journey. This isn’t for me. I didn’t ask for this…” I said, beginning to raise my voice.

Her hand raised, then she quietly shushed me while diverting her eyes back toward the living room. She was trying to keep Alice from getting involved again, and I accepted her caution. 

“You can’t really think this is for me. You don’t think I wanted this… all of this, do you?” I said much quieter than before.

“All I know is we all have a part to play.” She said with discomfort in her voice. 

She averted my eyes for a little while after that. I watched her closely as she moved around the kitchen. I hardly knew her, but at this moment, I hated her. 

“What’s really going on here? What the fuck is all of this? Really. What’s happening?” I said after a moment, locking eyes with her as she slid the fried eggs from the pan to join reheated bacon and a homemade biscuit.

“Lots.” She said as she slid the plate to me, then handed me a plastic fork. 

“What’s up with Steve?” I asked as I bit into a piece of smoky bacon that rivaled any bacon I’d ever had. 

“Well… he’s going to be going through some changes soon. He’s leaving his job and probably selling his house.” She said watching me closely. 

I felt my heart pound in my chest and nearly choked on the crispy bacon. Was I being abandoned? If so, why go through all of this. 

“What?” I asked after forcing the bite down. 

“Steve is going to be the CEO of Ibex Pharmaceuticals. It’s the company that Mark and Alice are starting to market the hormone implants Alice invented.” She said. 

“Why is he leaving?”

“Moving? Well, it’s headquartered here. We won’t be living here, but we’ll be a little closer to town.” She answered seemingly unaware of my shock. 

“We?” I choked. 

“Well… yeah. You didn’t think he was going to kick you to the curb, did you? Or did you mean we as in me?” She paused.  “I’ll be there too. The board has recommended that Steve and I keep up appearances while the company launches and does its IPO. They think he and I will present stability and good ole’ American values. Mainly I’ll be there to help out around the house, and with you. But he and I will at least seem to the outside world to be together.” 

I dropped my bacon onto the plate and thought again about running out. I was finding it hard to breathe. Not only was it expected that I move across the country, but also that Monica has a role in this. No way. Too much. 

“Why hasn’t he…” I started, but choked on my breath. 

“He’s… he will. Tonight, actually.” She said quickly. 

I pushed my elbows to the table and tried to steady my breathing. I felt faint. 

“We were going to tell you tonight after dinner. I wasn’t… I shouldn’t have.” She said. 

I felt her hands grip my forearms and squeeze from across the island. She was leaning over and I could see a tear running down her cheek. 

“You’ll be well cared for.” She said quietly. 

I cried my eyes out for a few minutes, but honestly I couldn’t articulate why. I was just angry at everything. Alice was also right, I was hormonal and hungry and my butt ached. Monica had moved around the island and was gently rubbing my back while I tried to regain composure, but she didn’t speak. 

I finally picked my head up and rubbed the tears from my cheeks and took a bite of the biscuit. I couldn’t fix the hormones, nor could I easily take the plug out, but I figured eating may help calm me down. 

I picked up the fork and cut into the now cool fried eggs and took a bite while Monica continued to rub my back. It was soothing, I’ll admit it. 

“Monica…” I said quietly. 

“Yes, dear?” She replied back cautiously. 

“You didn’t salt the eggs.”

She laughed pretty good and apologized, then pulled the salt shaker from the other side of the island and set it near me. I didn’t move to it. 

“Honey, salt your own eggs. I’m not your maid.” She laughed. 

So did I. 

What’s going on in here?” A voice called from the threshold of the kitchen. 

I looked over and smiled as I saw Molly standing against the door frame. 

She locked eyes with me and concern crossed her face, no doubt she could tell I’d been crying. 

She was wearing red and green footie pajamas adorned with Santa and reindeer faces that looked ready for Christmas morning. There was a red bow in her hair and it was the first time I can recall her having a bow in her hair.

I sniffed and tried to try my face more. I didn’t want to start crying again, nor did I really want to talk about things anymore. 

“Hi.” I pushed out. 

She crossed the distance between us without picking her feet up from the floor, more gliding across the tile floor than stepping. She joined Monica at my side and hugged me tight. 

“Are you okay?” She asked with great concern. 

“No. Steve’s moving.” I said, unable to contain myself. 

“Where?” She said with concern. 

“Here.” I squeaked. 

“That’s awesome!” She nearly yelled as she backed away from me. 

This caught me completely off guard. I couldn’t believe she was excited I was moving away. Clearly she misunderstood what I was saying. I wouldn’t see her much anymore if I was here and she was there. 

“Hey, I am too!” She said, clearly noticing my reacting wasn’t what she thought it would be. “You didn’t know?” 

“I didn’t get to that part yet.” Monica said as she gave us space to hug. 

“Mark and Alice told me this morning. We’re all coming here.” She said with hopeful joy in her voice. 

I turned my face to hers. Clearly there was no anxiety or trepidation inside of her. This gave me some hope, it made me feel better. 

“I’ll be here too.” She said as she hugged me close. 

She hugged me and slowly rocked for what felt like an hour. It was a moment I wish I could live in forever. 

“Can she come with us to the movie room?” Molly asked Monica. 

“Soon.” Monica said.

“We’re going to finish eating first.” Monica said to me, then smiled. 

“Cool, cool!” Molly said, then kissed my cheek and turned to leave, sliding her feet back across the tile just as she did when she came in. 

I turned my attention back to the plate in front of me and breathed a sigh of relief. This was all a nightmare and I was essentially a prisoner in this place and in my body, but at least she would still be with me. 

“Better now?” Monica asked as she sprinkled the salt on my eggs after all. 

I nodded a little, then took a bite. 

“I told you that you’d be well cared for. There’s no way Steve would let them separate you and Molly. That was one of his demands before accepting the job.” She said. 

I met her gaze and saw her sweet, warm smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I told you how much he cares for you.” She added. 

I polished off the rest of the plate and had a second biscuit, this one drizzled with local honey. Monica stood and smiled, then cleared the plate from the counter. 

“How about we go get you changed and then you can go in with the girls.” She said as she dried her hands on a dish cloth. 

I nodded and slid from the chair, grimacing as the plug shifted wildly underneath my diaper. 

“Easy now.” She chuckled. 

She escorted me into the nursery. I looked for Charlotte but she wasn’t here. 

“Are you…” I asked. 

“Is that okay?” She asked back. 

I shrugged my shoulders, knowing that if she wasn’t the one doing it now, it would no doubt happen in the near future. 

We walked to the changing table, and I noticed quickly that both twin beds were gone from the room, only the cribs remained.  All of the pull-ups were also gone from the stacks by the table. 

Monica guided me up, then shuffled the dress over my head and pulled the tights off. 

“I don’t have to be all the way undressed.” I told her. 

“There’s a wardrobe for the movie room, silly.” She said back. 

She laid me back and pulled tapes from the diaper, then pulled it from beneath me. She carefully wiped me with a baby wipe, very intentionally, not missing anywhere. 

My face reddened when she cleaned the chastity cage thoroughly, then did her best to clean around the base of the butt plug. 

“Is that hurting still?” She asked. 

“Not really, not unless it moves a lot. It’s pressure, but it’s not awful.” I answered. 

“Want it out?” She asked. 

“Umm… I mean I definitely do, but I really don’t want to go through having it pulled out…” I replied, quickly realizing that it would probably be just as bad coming out as going in. 

“It’ll only take a few seconds.” She said. 

I nodded, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. 

I felt her grip the base with a baby wipe in her hand, then begin to tug. My muscles when into action trying to stop from having to stretch again, but my body bared down and did what it could to push the plug out. 

“Owe!” I yelped as she firmly pulled. 

She continued, then tried rocking and twisting. Finally it popped out but not before causing a new batch of tears to well in my eyes. 

“That freaking hurts!” I exclaimed after she had removed it. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” She said as she dropped the plug into the bin. 

She cleaned me with more wipes, careful to not apply much pressure to my still aching hole, then took out a clean diaper and laid it under me. 

“There we go. All better.” She cooed as she brought the bulky garment up between my legs and taped it into position. 

She looked at me for approval, that her diapering skills met my standard.

“These are just so cute.” She said as she traced her fingers over the leg holes of the diaper. 

“Thanks.” I said without realizing it, drawing a smile from her. 

“Would you believe that this was my first time changing one? Well, at least on anyone bigger than an infant.” She said proudly. 

“You did fine.” I said quietly, not exactly wanting to praise her for doing something that I still found humiliating. 

“Thank you.” She said as she continued to admire the diaper, then traced her fingers up my belly and chest before booping me on the nose. 

I didn’t say anything, but hoped she would realize how much I hated that. 

She turned and went to my crib and came back with footie pajamas that matched the ones Molly was in and helped me dress, then closed the zipper on the back.

I waddled after Monica as we left the nursery, partly because of the diaper and partly because of the tenderness that the plug left behind. We walked down the hall, then into a dark room with ‘Elf’ playing on a massive screen. 

I could barely make out the shape of the others as we went it. I heard Molly call for me. I walked over and plopped down on a bean bag chair next to her, then watched as Monica left and closed the door. 

It didn’t take too long for me to debrief the days events to Molly. Emma and Sam listened intently, but I don’t know if it was out of concern or because we’d all seen ‘Elf’ a million times before. I held my composure through the conversation and was a little surprised at the end of it when Molly and Emma didn’t react much. Only Sam looked concerned. 

“I’ve had the hormone implant for almost a year. It’s not awful.” Molly said to the group. 

Emma nodded and agreed that it wasn’t overly concerning to her either. Sam, on the other hand, was fearful since she’d yet to receive one. 

“All it really did is stop my period.” Emma said, shrugging at my concern. 

“I get that, but I’m not… I don’t have periods. They’re literally trying to replace my hormones with female hormones.” I sighed. 

“Yeah, but that’s what you wanted anyways, right?” Emma asked. 

“No, it’s not what I want. I’m assuming it’s what they want, but I never asked for it.” I said firmly. 

“Oh. Well, I know this probably isn’t the best thing to say, but you make a super pretty girl… so…” She added clumsily. 

Molly rolled her eyes and squeezed my hand. 

“Truthfully I don’t even know what’s going to happen, or if anything actually will. Maybe it’s a bluff or something. I just… I wish I could have some sort of say in it. Or figure out how to turn it off.” I said. 

“Didn’t you read the contract that you signed? It was…” Emma started. 

“Please don’t ask that.” I cut in. 

“So you didn’t actually read it?” Sam said out of nowhere. 

I shot her a look, but she didn’t catch it. She was fixed on the screen watching the crowd sing Christmas songs in unison to save the spirit of Christmas and allow Santa to fly away. I wished I could fly away with him. 

“It didn’t go into details like this.” I huffed. “It may have said that there would be stuff, but it didn’t like spell it out or anything.”

All went quiet as Santa’s sleigh shot into the sky. Buddy the Elf had saved Christmas, and yet, here I was.

“We’ll, in a few months you’ll probably start growing boobs, little ones at least. Your skin will get softer. After a while, your body will start to change a little and give you a more feminine figure. Oh, and your testicles are gonna shrink a little bit. But on the bright side if there was male pattern baldness in your family, that won’t be an issue anymore.” Emma rattled with an annoying air of confidence. 

“How the fuck…” Molly asked. 

“I was a anatomy and physiology legend in high school.” She responded sheepishly. “It’s pretty basic really. Estrogen does those things.”

I sat there for a second, then said the only thing my brain could think about. 

“I don’t want actual boobs.”

Molly squeezed my hand a little tighter, but no one looked at me. I think it was at this point that the others realized just how trapped I was… how trapped we all were.

The room fell dark when the credits ended, but none of us moved. I was happy to have the reprieve of darkness. I squeezed my eyes tight and imagined I was back in my dingy basement apartment on my lumpy bed. I imagined hearing the ice cold wind whirl around the front door, stuck in a frigid vortex at the bottom of the stairs. I thought about driving my tug, silently bathing in my own thoughts, around and around and around. I wished that I could go back there again.

The screen lit up and snapped me our of my daydream, and a quick glance at my body and a little pressure on my thighs confirmed that it was just that, a day dream. 

“I’m bored.” Molly groaned, splaying out on the shared bean bag chair.

The others shook their heads in unison.

Almost as if on queue, the door opened and streamed additional light into the dark room, accompanied by a cool blast of air from the hallway.

“Right then.” Charlotte said aloud to no one in particular as she entered the room. “Let’s get you lot changed and ready for dinner.”

She flipped the light switch which caused us all to tuck our heads down to shield from the assault of LED lights beaming from above. She shuffled sideways and motioned with her hands, ushering us all through the door impatiently. 

The four of us wandered back to the nursery in a single file line with Charlotte bringing up the rear, a cheerful hum encouraging us along. Emmy was in front, but moved aside as we entered the room. Charlotte moved past us all and placed a hand on Emmy’s shoulder as she walked past, then guided her to the changing table. 

“Where’d the other beds go?” Emmy asked with a small sense of urgency in her voice.

We all walked into the smaller room, the others seeming surprised by the lack of beds, me now recalling that they were missing earlier.

“The boys have been reassigned.” Charlotte said without hesitation, then breezed right past the subject.

Within a few seconds, she had Emmy flat on her back on the table and was unfastening a very wet diaper.

“Well that one nearly sprang a leak, dear.” Charlotte called out in a near teasing tone. 

Emmy turned her head slightly away from us and closed her eyes. No matter how many times this act has happened, I’m sure each of us still find it quite humiliating… especially with an audience.

Charlotte added a booster to the standard fare diaper, then pulled Emmy’s pajamas off of her the rest of the way and moved her to her feet beside the table. Emmy shuffled away clad in just her diaper and waited until the others were done as well. I couldn’t help but look at her chest, I was still biologically a boy after all, but then felt a sense of dispare as I thought about mine growing to that size. Her’s weren’t large by any stretch, but were still nice. I quickly looked away when her eyes met mine, but she didn’t do anything to cover herself even after catching me.

Molly, Sam, and I quickly joined her in only our clean diapers.

Charlotte returned from the closet a few moments later with four dresses, all matching, and began dressing Emmy. She slid the red and white dress over her head, then had her step into white tights. Soon, we all matched her exactly. 

“You ladies can play in here for a little bit, dinner will be soon but I don’t think they’re quite ready for you yet.” Charlotte said with a beaming smile, admiring her brood of diaper-clad teenagers.

We all settled into the larger part of the nursery as Charlotte left.

“What do you think she meant?” Emmy asked, us all knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“I don’t know exactly, but I know he went with the guys somewhere today. I noticed his bed was gone and there weren’t any pull-ups anymore.” I said, feeling so dumb for forgetting to mention all of this earlier.

“Weird.” Molly said, looking perplexed. 

I could see the worry grow on Emmy’s face. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if they took Molly away from me, so I’m sure I’d be petrified if all of the sudden her stuff was gone as well.

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” Sam said quietly, but Emmy gave her a look that let her know that she was too new into this to understand.

“We’ll ask at dinner.” Molly said with confidence. “It will be fine.”

We didn’t have to wait much longer for the door to open again. This time Kathy barged in and told us all that dinner was ready.

We followed her into the main dining room where a large table had been set with an assortment of elegant dinnerware, complete with lit candles along the center. Kathy walked us each to an assigned chair and pushed us in, then draped a napkin across each of our laps. I looked at the spread of plates, cups, bowels, and silverware and tried to remember the fine dining tips I’d received in the past. Work from the outside in. I noticed one spoon was golden in color, unlike the others and was unsure exactly what that would be used for.

I looked up and noticed the others were also studying the place settings just as I was, and Sam had even taken to lifting each piece of cutlery one by one, studying it closely, then placing it perfectly into it’s former position.

Within minutes, the others began to filter into the room and sat in their respective seats with Mark sitting at the head of the table and Alice to his right.

I beamed when Steve entered the room, it felt like forever since I got to sit and talk to him. He gave me a broad smile and walked to me, placed his hand on my shoulder, and leaned in to kiss the top of my head. He moved a chair away from me and sat. My disappointment was obvious when he didn’t take the seat next to me, but I quickly realized that the seat to the right of the men was occupied by their respective woman, then us. I desperately wanted to talk to him, but knew it would have to wait even longer. 

“How was your day?” He asked as he leaned in closer to me. 

“Oh… umm… fine.” I stammered a little off guard. “Just fine, I guess.”

He could tell I was lying, but also knew that this wasn’t the place or time to investiate.

“How was yours?” I asked quickly.

He didn’t answer because no sooner than I stopped speaking, Monica walked up and took the seat between us. Steve leaned back, but I couldn’t see his reaction to her intrusion. I did catch a quick look from Sam of sympathy… I guess my disappointment was more obvious than I had realized. 

Steve began smalltalk with Alice, Monica listened intently. I couldn’t see Molly from where I was sitting, but could see her hands tightly folded on the table in front of her. I noticed a nod from Mark, then watched as a few waiters walked into the room and poured each of us a glass of wine, then a goblet of water.

“Screaming Eagle, 1992.” Steve said loudly, jarring me from my frustration.

I looked over to see him leaning around Monica, holding his glass up as an invitation to lift mine.

“Don’t drink, just smell.” He said with a joyous smile. 

I took a deep inhale and smelled the almost sharp fruit and could feel saliva course into my mouth. 

“Fruity… black pepper… wood.” I said with my eyes closed.

“Very nice!” He exclaimed, pride exuding his tone. 

“Smells like wine.” Monica added flatly as she pulled her glass for a smell. 

“Maybe, but that bottle was easily $30,000 and we just went through four of them.” Steve added with a little annoyance in his voice. 

Mark cleared his throat after all of the drinks had been poured, then lifted his glass. The others in the room lifted theirs in unison and held them as we awaited his toast.

“I sit here amongst some of my closest friends and confidants as one of the most fulfilled men alive. Words can’t express how much your loyalty has meant thus far, and I sincerely hope that this is just the beginning of our boundless opportunity. Steve, your journey will be hard, but exciting. I trust we’ve given you every resource necessary to be successful. Alice, my beautiful wife, none of us would be here without your wonderful mind. We are truly in the presence of greatness.” He lifted his glass.

We all sipped the wine. I could see Kathy from the corner of my eye, she was visibly flustered. I was all but certain it was because she didn’t get a call out in the toast. I smiled at this. 

Within a few seconds of setting my glass down, the waiters reappeared with our first course, but not before the head waiter stood at Mark’s right side and began to speak.

“This evening we will be serving a nine-course tasting inspired by The French Laundry. We will begin with Oysters and Pearls, a sabayon of pearl tapioca with island creek oysters and white sturgeon caviar. Please enjoy.”

A plate was placed in front of me with a brown and black gunk that looked as appealing a ball of snot, but like the polite dinner guest, I scooped it into my outermost spoon, the gold one, and slowly placed said gunk in my mouth. It wasn’t bad, but wasn’t something I craved another bite of. I pushed it around on my place and faked excitement as I tried to keep up with the others around me. 

“Not for you, huh?” Monica leaned in and asked quietly.

I shook my head subtlety, then smiled as she slyly scooped the gunk off of my plate and placed it on hers before devouring it. 

Each following course was filled with words I could hardly pronounce, but by the time we got to the Fillet of Gulf Coast Pompano, I was in culinary heaven. The gunk wasn’t for me, but everything else was impeccable. 

We all finished with a cup of Finca El Injerto coffee before being dismissed by Mark. I marveled at the table as I realized that this meal alone was likely a quarter of a million dollars to serve. The excess of the mega rich was disgusting, even though it was delicious. 

As I stood I noticed that Steve was speaking quietly and directly to Monica, only a few inches from her ear. I could see her gently nodding, then she pulled away and left the room. He caught my eye and motioned me over. 

“I think we should go have a chat, dear.” He said with a slight hiccup in his voice.

I nodded. I was nervous even though I knew the news he was about to share.

I followed him down a hallway, then through a large door into a spacious suite. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace which danced off of the wooden facade of the walls and high ceiling. The room was dark other than the fire which gave it a very romantic vibe. 

Steve guided me by the small of my back to a large leather chair situated a few feet from the fire. I could see a copy of Self Reliance and Other Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson on the small table beside the chair. 

Steve moved around me and sat with a heavy thud in the chair, then pulled me onto his lap. 

It felt wonderful being close to him again, to finally be receiving the attention I craved. He didn’t speak, just looked at me in the eyes with a sense of worry on his face.

“I know.” I said quietly.

He raised his eyebrow and turned his head slightly.

“I know about the move.” I said again, a little louder. 

“Oh.”

“Monica may have let is slip.” I added, trying to throw a little shade her way.

“Well… then.” He stammered. “Are you okay?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess so. We’re gonna have to figure out logistics… I mean… I don’t want to never see my family again.” I said.

“Okay, we can figure it all out.” He said with relief. “We can do that.”

He pulled me to him, my head falling to his chest, and hugged. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. His warmth, his smell, the beating of his heart. The only emotion that I could feel at the moment was love. I was deeply in love with him. 

He snapped me out of it a few minutes later as he released the hug and nudged me back into a sitting position on his lap.

“Are they treating you okay?” He asked.

“Fine, I guess. I mean… under the circumstances.” I said looking away.

“I heard about the Alice incident.” He said with a hint of disappointment. 

I hesitated saying anything, but couldn’t hold back. 

“It was her fault, you know.” I blurted.

“It usually is.” He sighed. 

“I just… and I know I should have… but she didn’t need to do it that way.” I exclaimed, no doubt confusing him and myself at the same time.

“It’s okay.” He said gently, noticing that my eyes were beginning to water.

I turned away from him and used the sleeve of the dress to wipe my eyes, just catching the first tear that was falling down my cheek. His hand lifted from the small of my back and landed gently between my shoulder blades, then began rubbing gently. I fell back into his chest and sobbed a little more, the frustration of the day finally rearing it’s ugly head. 

“You’re okay.” He said in a whisper. 

And in that moment, I was. I felt safe again. I knew that I should have been upset with him. After all, this was all his doing. The hormones, the butt plug, the diapers. This was all him. But I didn’t resent him for it. I was doing it for him, I was only doing it for him and as long as he wanted me to do it, I would. 

His rubbing my back and the gently rise and fall of his chest calmed me significantly. I closed my eyes and wished I could stay right here forever. 

My zen moment was broken when Steve’s other hand traced up my thigh and squeezed gently at the front of my diaper.

“You’re a little overdue.” He said with a chuckle.

I opened my eyes, annoyed that such a moment was ruined by such a thing.

With the moment ruined, I sat back up and rubbed my eyes. More than almost anything, I wanted to crawl into the massive four poster bed with him and go to sleep. Unfortunately I knew that it wouldn’t be an option, but I wished for it. 

“I don’t want to leave here.” I said quickly.

“Here? The house?” He asked a little confused.

“No. Here. With you.” I pouted. 

He smiled gently and rubbed my leg.

“I know, my baby. We’ll get to settle back into our own place soon.” He said with a smile, no doubt excited for the same thing.

“What about… what about Monica?” I asked carefully.

“She’ll be there to help me out, but we’ll still have our own time. Don’t you worry about that. She’s well aware.” He said matter of factly.

I smiled a little at that, glad that he had at least talked to her about it, but still had concern that she wasn’t going to respect it.

He leaned forward from the back of the chair. I started to get up from his lap but his hands stopped me from moving, then they moved up to my upper back and neck and pulled my face to his. He kissed me with enough emotion to cause me to lose my breath. I could feel the butterflies trying to rip right out of my belly as he firmly held his hands behind my head. Then, as soon as it started, it ended.

I sighed deeply as I regained my composure, then smiled as I met his gaze. 

“Needed that, huh?” He asked slyly. 

I nodded my head as I tried to keep the grin from becoming too large. 

“Me too.” He said. 

I could feel him becoming erect on my thigh and took the opportunity to wiggle just a little, more to confirm that I was feeling what I thought I was feeling than for his satisfaction, but his smirk let me know that he appreciated the subtle gyrations. My heart beat a little harder as my body moved from sleepy to horny in an instant. It was tough to notice initially, but I could definitely tell that my own erections were becoming less frequent, and when I would get them they were hardly as strong as they used to be. I wasn’t sure if it was the hormones or the prolonged chastity, but the cage didn’t cause any discomfort when I was trying to get hard anymore.

I moved my hand up and grabbed his cock through his pants and gently rubbed him up and down. His breath deepened, then let out a sigh. I continued to rub him, enjoying his developing hardness under my fingers. His eyes closed and he leaned back against the chair again giving me slightly easier movement without his torso in the way. 

I shimmied off of his lap and knelt in front of the chair, then pulled the zipper of his slacks down. I fished his dick from within his pants and boxer briefs and admired it in the light of the fire. It had been quite a few days since we were able to do anything and I didn’t realize how much I had missed it. 

I moved a little forward and lined my mouth up above his cock, then carefully moved him into my mouth in one motion. He gasped deeply, no doubt more excited than even I was. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock and felt him pulsate in reaction to the sensitivity. My mouth watered as I got the first hint of precum, enticing me to begin slowly raising and lowering my head as I licked at the underside of his. 

It took a few seconds, but his hands soon found the back of my head and gently coaxed me up and down in a rhythm that satisfied his desire. I swallowed a few times as he leaked precum into my mouth, the faint saltiness coating my tastebuds almost reminded me of the caviar from earlier. 

I could tell that this wasn’t going to be a drawn out affair as his hands began to quickly piston my mouth up and down. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick to make sure an errant push down didn’t slam my throat full and cause dinner to reappear. He took note of this and eased up on his downward pressure. 

I knew him well enough now to know the subtle cues that he was close to finishing, and I was starting to pick up on those. His dick seemed to get a little larger in my mouth, his breathing became a little more rapid, and his fingers squeezed whatever they were squeezing just a little tighter, in this case it was my hair. We were approaching the point of no return and I was actually happy about it. I was actually looking forward to getting a mouthful of cum blasting fourth at any moment. Oh, how times have changed.

I knew he was within a few seconds of finishing because his grip on my hair was starting to become painful, but I followed his cues as best as possible, kept suction on his dick, and kept my tongue right against the sensitive underside. I loved the power I had to give him these feelings. I knew first hand what kind of power a girl had over a guy when giving him head, he was putty in her hands. He would do anything for her. There’s some dominating submissiveness that a blowjob highlights, some shift in dynamics. I knew about it back then, but this side of the spectrum, this was where I belonged. 

I yelped loudly when his hands pulled my hair up fairly aggressively, the opposite direction than I had prepared for. The sudden upward force caused the suction of my lips to break resulting a loud popping sound, and I’m sure my teeth scraped against him on his way out. 

“What!?” I cried, wincing at the sharp tug.

I met his eyes, but they were looking past me toward the door.

“Jesus. At least have the decency to lock the door.” Monica said sharply as she stepped backwards and closed herself out of the room.

Steve gave a look of regret to me, knowing that he indeed should have locked the door. Annoyed, he sighed and moved me off to the side, stood, and tucked his cock back into his pants. He helped me to my feet, then walked to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth and wiped my face and chin off. I guess this blowjob had gotten a little sloppy.

“Sorry.” He said, then moved to the door and opened it.

Monica was standing there with a sly smile on her face, casually leaning against the wall on the other side of the hallway.

“By all means, carry on.” She teased. 

“Knock next time.” He said, his annoyance turning into frustration and anger. 

“Noted.” She said and walked into the room. 

I looked away in shame even though she was well aware that these antics were common between Steve and I, it was no doubt a secret, but still had shame in being caught doing it. I smoothed down the hem of my dress as she approached me. She placed her hand on the side of my face, then wiped some errant saliva with her thumb. I half expected her to be rude or condescending, much like Alice was the last time we were caught, but she wasn’t. 

“I’m sorry, I should have knocked.” She said quietly to me.

I nodded, but kept my gaze to the ground. 

“So? What?” Steve asked as he closed the door and loudly slammed the lock, over emphasizing the gesture to ensure she had seen it.

“I said I’m sorry, yeesh.” She said, rolling her eyes at him. “I came to tell you that CNN called requesting an interview with the new CEO of Ibex for a segment on emerging healthcare technologies. I told them of course, but we’d need to get to a satellite center since we don’t have reliable internet service.”

Steve perked up at this news.

“But, before I could lock in the time… I also had calls from Fox, ABC News, and AP. Evidently someone leaked something and you’re the man of the hour.” She went on.

This caused a little bit of anxiety to show on his face. He was never a spotlight guy, but it was being thrust upon him. 

“What’d you say? To them.” He asked. 

“Tomorrow morning in Helena. All four back-to-back.” She said, her smile now jumping off of her face. 

“Fuck.” Steve said quietly.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure if I should congratulate him, or just quietly walk out and let them bask in their moment. Monica side hugged me and let out an excited squeal while Steve scratched at his jaw, seemingly unsure of how to feel at the moment. 

“I did let Mark and Alice know before I came in here. Mark said he would call his media coach so they can do a brief with you tonight.” Monica said as she broke the side hug and walked near Steve. “It’s starting… are you ready for this?”

He smirked at her, then looked at me and paused. 

“Let’s do this.” He said with reserved confidence. 

“Let’s do this.” She echoed. 

Monica smiled and walked to back to the door and pulled to open it, forgetting it was locked. 

“Well, lock it back if you need to… continue.” She said with a smirk.

Steve looked at me for guidance, but I think the look on my face alerted him that I wasn’t quite in that mood anymore.

“No, it’s fine. You can leave it unlocked.” He said.

She walked from the room and shut the door behind her, but not before giving me a subtle smile.

Steve moved around me and flopped back in to the chair, then threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. 

“Congratulations.” I said quietly.

He didn’t respond to my words, but I did notice his eyes slowly close when I spoke.

“I can head back.” I said, finally stepping from my spot.

I reached the door and turned the handle. The door popped open a little, the click pulling him out of his trance. He opened his eyes and looked at me with a regret on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I know this isn’t what you want.”

“I’m very happy for you.” I said, trying to sound optimistic.

His words were true, and hearing them stabbed me in the heart. I didn’t want this. Not at all. I knew things were going to be different now and I hated it.

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That was a deliciously long chapter. And very emotional in spots. Adam is well and truly trapped. I'm wondering how much of his affection for Steve is still genuine, and how much might be attritubted to Stockholm Syndrome. 

As for Steve...I think part of him cares for Adam, but I also think part of him sees Adam as just another posession like an exotic pet. Sure you take care of your pet, even care for it, but at the end of the day you do what you want with it.