Chaotic Infantile (P2C9 Posted 4/20/22)

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Eight

Making A House A Home

 

“The little Rogue kicked her bare feet futilely against the rough leather armor of the burly man that had scooped her up from her spot in the bushes, yelling for help from her companions.” I explained, giving Rochelle’s bare foot a little tickle as she sat cross legged on my lap drinking her bottle of apple juice, producing a wet giggle that sent juice dribbling down her front onto her bib.

 

Illiana raised her hand.

 

I nodded my acknowledgment.

 

“Am I still asleep?” she asked. “Esta, I mean.” she clarified.

 

I looked over my notes. “Rosamund woke everyone up with her song about pooping her diaper and wanting to be changed,” I said, looking up at the blushing and pouting Petra with a smile, “so, no, the music box played it’s song and put you all to sleep but her song broke the spell.” I explained.

 

“And Elves have great hearing, right?” Illiana asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“Good enough to pick out where Shilky and her captors are in the dark and through the trees and stuff?” she asked.

 

I breathed in deeply. “Sure, they’re not all that far away yet, why?” I asked.

 

“I pick up my bow and track their location by Shilky’s cries and fire a shot at the man carrying her.” she said bluntly.

 

“Brave move.” I told her. “Roll for perception, please.” I said.

 

She rolled the dice and two eights came up.

 

I smiled. “You pull back on your bow string and exhale softly as you listen to Shilky’s cries and adjust accordingly before releasing the string, sending the arrow through the forest and into the back of Shilky’s captor’s head, dropping him instantly and sending Shilky tumbling unharmed to the ground.” I explained.

 

“Yay!” Rochelle exclaimed, bouncing softly on my lap, her recently emptied bottle on the table beside my dungeon master screen. “I run from the bad man back to where he took me from.” she said.

 

“I rush to where Shilky is.” Ducky said.

 

I nodded. “Tearing through bushes and branches, you reach the small clearing where you left Shilky just as she emerges from the bushes, arms outstretched to you.” I explained.

 

“I obviously scoop her up and put her back in her carrier, kissing the top of her head and hugging her.” Ducky said.

 

“Orcs don’t kiss.” Petra sneered.

 

“Then how do they make baby Orcs, Petra?” Ducky asked, sticking her tongue out and giggling.

 

I chuckled. “I think romance is a pretty foreign concept to them.” I said. “But, being a HALF Orc, I’ll allow the kissing and hugging because Shilky is pretty shaken up.” I added.

 

“Good.” Ducky said. “I kiss and hug Shilky to calm her down and make her feel better.” she said.

 

Rochelle giggled. “I kiss and hug Naydri back!” she chirped.

 

“I rush to the clearing to check on both of them.” Illiana said.

 

We all looked at Petra expectantly.

 

“What?” she asked. “I’m asleep with a poopy magic diaper, I’m not going anywhere.” she scoffed blushing as everyone began to laugh at her characters predicament.

 

**********

 

It had been a week since we’d had our family meeting and unanimously decided that Rochelle would be adopted by Petra and myself. I’d done the legwork of finding out what needed to happen in order for us to adopt Rochelle, and as it turned out our state merely required notarized forms filled out and signed by the adoptee and the adopters because Rochelle is legally an adult.

 

The night before I went to turn in the forms I lay in bed with Rochelle sleeping on top of me snoring softly behind her pacifier. Bathed and diapered for bed, she smelled every bit the baby she’d decided to become, and the love I felt for her as I lightly rocked her and held her made the reality of her being my daughter set in.

 

“Petra?” Ducky asked softly, the sound coming through the baby monitor startling me.

 

Petra grumbled.

 

“Wake up, please.” Ducky said softly.

 

Another grumble. “What?” Petra asked sleepily.

 

“I need to talk to you.” Ducky said.

 

Petra sighed and the speaker filled with the crinkling of diaper and plastic sheet moving as Petra sat up. “What time is it?” she asked with a yawn.

 

“There’s no clock in here.” Ducky said after a pause, most likely to shrug. “I just need to talk to you.” she said again.

 

“About what?” Petra asked.

 

Ducky sighed. “You’re going to be Rochelle’s Mommy tomorrow.” she said.

 

“Uh huh.” Petra said, her tone sounding annoyed.

 

There was a long pause. “What does that mean for us?” Ducky finally asked.

 

“What do you mean, Ducky?” Petra asked.

 

“Well, how many Mommy’s do you know that sleep in a crib and diapers with their adult baby girlfriend?” Ducky asked.

 

Petra sighed. “None?” she said. “But I don’t know any Mommy’s, so…” she trailed off.

 

“I just,” Ducky stopped talking for a long while, the sounds of soft sniffling beginning as she started to cry, “I don’t want to lose you but this thing with Rochelle is so super important that I can’t be a selfish butt.” she said as quickly as possible before she broke down into a full cry.

 

More crinkling came through the speaker.

 

“Hey.” Petra said softly, “You’re never going to lose me, Ducky, you live here too, remember?” she asked.

 

“I know.” Ducky sniffled.

 

“We could try something new, if you like.” Petra said after a long pause, probably filled with hugging.

 

“New like how?” Ducky asked.

 

“Well,” Petra said, a smile in her voice, “I could be Mommy to both of you.” she said after another long pause.

 

Ducky giggled, banishing the crying from her voice. “You don’t want that.” she said.

 

There were soft sounds I couldn’t figure out, probably hugging and kissing associated, and then Petra spoke once more, “I want you to be happy.” she said. “Whether we’re having sex or being sisters or I’m taking care of you like a Mommy, as long as you’re here and happy, I’m happy.” she explained.

 

Ducky sniffled again. “We’re so gay for each other.” she said with a giggle and another sniffle of her runny nose.

 

“Totally.” Petra agreed and then there was giggling and another long pause. “So?” she asked.

 

“Can we still have sex?” Ducky asked.

 

Obviously Petra nodded, I can’t hear a nod, but I knew she was nodding.

 

“I’ll have to work out new rules with Zack, but I’m sure that if I’m stepping into the role of Mommy for you and Rochelle he’ll respect whatever rules I decide on.” Petra explained. “Probably.” she added after a brief pause.

 

I smiled, proud of Petra for being there for her friends and putting aside her own little needs to cater to theirs.

 

**********

 

“I respect whatever rules you decide on.” I said with a smile at breakfast the following morning, Rochelle and Ducky still sleeping and Petra having surprised me by being up and dressed with coffee and breakfast made for us.

 

Petra rolled her eyes. “That goddamned baby monitor!” she hissed. “I always forget about it!” she chided herself.

 

“I respect that you’re stepping up and putting it out there to be a Mommy to Ducky as well as Rochelle, but my only rule is that I expect you to take one day a week to be little, either with me or them is up to you, but I want to make sure that you’re not neglecting yourself to make them happy.” I explained, taking a sip of my coffee.

 

She nodded and stood up to come over and hug me. “Thanks, Daddy.” she said before she kissed my cheek.

 

I gave her a little swat on her undiapered backside. “Just watch your mouth in front of the babies.” I playfully warned as I hugged her back.

 

She giggled and playfully saluted as she stood up. “Yes, sir!” she said in her most serious tone.

 

“I like this getting up before me and making breakfast thing.” I said as I ate a piece of bacon.

 

She nodded. “I actually like it too.” she said. “It makes me thankful for everything you do for us.” she added.

 

“I don’t do anything a Daddy shouldn’t do for his girls.” I said.

 

She smiled. “I know, but you do a lot for us and maybe I can repay that now that I’m doing the whole Mommy thing.” she explained.

 

“It’s not a contest, Petra.” I told her.

 

“I know,” she said, “but if I can lighten the load a bit, I’m going to.” she said as she took a sip of her coffee.

 

“Do you have any long term goals with being a Mommy?” I asked. “I mean, I know you’ve had a lot of things you put aside because we couldn’t get pregnant.” I added.

 

She smiled. “Would you think it was crazy if I wanted to,” she blushed, “lactate.” she finally said.

 

I snickered. “Is that what you want?” I asked.

 

She nodded softly. “I mean, Rochelle wants to be our daughter and a baby, wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to give her a for real Mommy and baby bonding thing by being able to breastfeed her?” she asked.

 

“That’s a big decision, Pet, it’s going to screw with your body.” I told her.

 

She chuckled. “Like having a baby would?” she asked.

 

“If that’s something that you want, I support it and will help you to make it happen.” I told her. “Just make sure it’s definitely something you want.” I added.

 

I finished my breakfast and cleared my plate, throwing it in the dishwasher before making my way to her and kissing her softly on the lips. “I need to run that paperwork to the courthouse, can you handle the girls while I’m gone?” I asked.

 

She smiled up at me and nodded. “How hard can it be?” she asked.

 

**********

 

I expected a lot of things when I got back home almost two hours later, but Petra on the couch reading a story to Rochelle and Ducky who lay with their heads on her lap suckling on her breasts as they listened with their eyes closed was not one of them.

 

“Daddy’s home, girls!” Petra cooed softly to her little ones.

 

Rochelle was up and toddling to me in a flash, her bare feet slapping against the wood floor and her diaper rustling noisily as she giggled and held her arms up, squealing “Daddy!” at a pitch almost high enough for only dogs to hear.

 

I scooped her up and hugged her, setting her on my hip as I softly bounced her.

 

Ducky remained where she was, throwing her arm up in the air to wave lazily as she continued suckling away on Petra’s breast.

 

“She’s glad you’re home, she’s just a little preoccupied.” Petra said.

 

I nodded. “It’s tough to compete with boobs.” I said.

 

Ducky’s wave turned into a thumbs up before dropping back out of sight.

 

“I take it you talked to them about lactation?” I asked, walking over to Petra and kissing the top of her head.

 

She nodded. “I figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to see what it would feel like at least.” she said.

 

“And?” I asked.

 

She smiled. “I’m hooked, I want to make it happen.” she said excitedly.

 

“We’ll both read up on it and see what we come up with?” I offered.

 

She nodded. “You bet!” she said happily.

 

Rochelle tapped my shoulder softly with her finger. “Daddy?” she asked quietly.

 

“Yes, angel?” I asked.

 

She smiled at me calling her ‘angel’, “Am I your daughter now?” she asked.

 

I playfully smacked my forehead. “I knew I forgot to do something!” I teased, tickling her exposed tummy softly just below her purple t-shirt.

 

She giggled. “Daddy!” she groaned.

 

“Yes, Rochelle, you are officially our daughter.” I told her before hugging her tightly.

 

Petra pulled Ducky from her breast and slipped her shirt on before pulling Ducky up from the couch with her and leading her crinkling all the way around it to us where she hugged us and Ducky did the same.

 

“Thank you.” Rochelle said softly, first looking at me and then at Petra as we stopped the group hug.

 

Petra shook her head. “No, sweetie, thank you for choosing us to be your parents, to be your family.” she said, leaning in to kiss Rochelle on the forehead. “I promise you’ll be the happiest baby in the world.” she said.

 

Ducky cleared her throat.

 

“You’ll be just as happy, honey.” Petra said as she went around to Ducky and hugged her.

 

Ducky smiled and hugged Petra. “I know, Mommy.” she said softly, the biggest smile on her face as she looked at me over Petra’s shoulder and held out her hand to me.

 

I took Ducky’s hand and stroked the back of it softly with my thumb. “One big, happy family, right girls?” I asked them.

 

Everyone agreed with smiles and giggles and nods of varying degrees of maturity from Rochelle’s high and tiny giggle to my own ruggedly manly chuckling.

 

**********

 

The game went on the back burner while we got everything set up for our new family and weeks turned into months before we even realized time was going by as fast as it was. Petra’s stimulation of her breasts and herbal teas and whatnot got her producing milk surprisingly quickly and in quantity to make sure that both Ducky and Rochelle could have a nice treat before bed every night and a small stock of bottles for when we were away from the house.

 

Our relationships shifted dramatically in a short amount of time, Petra and I found ourselves falling in love with each other all over again with her spending every night with me instead of with Ducky, Petra and Ducky became less and less like horny teenagers around each other and more and more like mother and daughter as Ducky mimicked Rochelle like a jealous older sibling that wanted Mommy’s attention to be more evenly distributed between themselves and the new baby of the family. Ducky proved to be a really good big sister, helping Petra with little things here and there and giving Rochelle lots of love and cuddles every minute they were together.

 

Because my job allowed me to work from home, I spent all day with Rochelle and she became Daddy’s girl through and through. It was a little surprising how far she regressed the first day after we adopted her, but she’d written me a note in crayon and put it in the little pocket of her pajamas where her phone had once gone and that first morning we woke up to the most realistic facsimile of a baby crying that I’d ever heard an adult woman make coming through the baby monitor and quickly discovered the note when I went and plucked her from the crib.

 

“Mommy and Daddy,

 

Please don’t worry, I haven’t gone crazy and I won’t forget that I’m not a real baby, but I need to be littler than I’ve ever been before and now that I’m safe and cared for I know I can do it without feeling guilty. Please treat me as though I was your own baby just brought home from the hospital as that’s the level of regression I’m aiming for. I promise that when I grow up I will repay every ounce of your love and kindness every single day for the rest of my life.

 

Love,

Your daughter”

 

It was weird, I won’t lie, but something about it made so much sense to both Petra and myself. She spent her days either in my arms or on my lap or in the crib, and I was happy to have her with me at all times. I’ll give her all the credit in the world, that girl commits hard when she wants something, she somehow turned off her potty training completely it seemed, the smell of her soiled diaper often being the only indication she’d gone, which both amazed and concerned me the first few times it happened while I was feeding her a bottle and cradling her in my arms.

 

Petra would come home from work and slip right into Mommy mode, doting on Rochelle and asking me how she’d been all day, Ducky would arrive a short time later and Petra would ask her how her day was and Ducky would tell her all about it like she’d been at school all day rather than work, her legs swinging casually as she sat at one of the high bar stools in the kitchen.

 

After dinner we’d get the girls into the bath and put Rochelle to bed, Ducky often nestled between us on the couch in her pajamas as we watched TV and then we’d put her to bed and fool around in our room before we went to bed as well.

 

It was the routine that brought us closer together as a family, but it was that same routine that almost tore us apart.

 

To Be Continued…

[TheMommyM]

1. I love the character interactions you have here and in the story overall, the conversations feel like people talking and it helps with immersion to see these characters as people.

2. Rochelle's transformation feels like a case of too much too fast, but the whole adoption thing is full of feels and makes me love her so much more.

3. If you break this family up I will cry...HARD, and that's not okay.

This story is overall very good and enjoyable and I really don't want it to end, so make up ways to keep it going forever kthxbai.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

59 minutes ago, TheMommyM said:

1. I love the character interactions you have here and in the story overall, the conversations feel like people talking and it helps with immersion to see these characters as people.

2. Rochelle's transformation feels like a case of too much too fast, but the whole adoption thing is full of feels and makes me love her so much more.

3. If you break this family up I will cry...HARD, and that's not okay.

This story is overall very good and enjoyable and I really don't want it to end, so make up ways to keep it going forever kthxbai.

1. I have the most fun with writing the dialogue for this story, making the conversations feel like real people talking to each other isn't always easy, but I'm glad to know that it's going well

2. I've been trying to balance the game story and the real world story so that too much time doesn't pass between instances where things would be forgotten, but I agree, some parts do happen quickly as a result

3. I will NEVER break up this family, I love them all too much.

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts!

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheMommyM]

4 hours ago, TheUnknownAuthor said:

1. I have the most fun with writing the dialogue for this story, making the conversations feel like real people talking to each other isn't always easy, but I'm glad to know that it's going well

2. I've been trying to balance the game story and the real world story so that too much time doesn't pass between instances where things would be forgotten, but I agree, some parts do happen quickly as a result

3. I will NEVER break up this family, I love them all too much.

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts!

Some parts do happen quickly, but you're also trying to balance two very different narratives in one story, and you're doing your best. Would I like more of the game part? Sure! Do I also not want to give up the real world parts for that? Also sure!

You do you and keep up the great work and everything will be just fine!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Nine

Take The Power Back

 

Rochelle’s cries over the baby monitor stirred us both awake and I groaned as I looked at the clock to see it was still several hours before anyone needed to be up.

 

“Want me to go?” Petra sleepily mumbled.

 

I reached over and gently stroked her bare shoulder. “No, you sleep, I’ll get her.” I said, my voice still thick with sleep itself.

 

Quickly dressing in my clothes on the small padded bench at the foot of the bed, I trudged down the hall to the nursery and made my way inside the nightlight lit room to find Rochelle on her knees at the railing, holding it for support, her wailing quieting as I approached and picked her up, hugging her to me as I looked down into the crib at the still sleeping Ducky.

 

“You’re lucky your sister can sleep through a nuclear blast.” I whispered to Rochelle as I found the pacifier clipped to her pajamas and gently inserted into her mouth, the blessed tranquility of our sleepy home restored as little sucking noises began.

 

I left the room with her, heading to the kitchen for a bottle for her, the soft light of the microwave washing over us as I stood lightly bouncing her on my arm and settled down in the large chair near the couch in the living room to feed her, swapping bottle for pacifier in a practiced motion as I cradled her and lightly rocked her while I held the bottle for her.

 

She breathed softly through her nose, eyes closed as she drank the bottle of Petra’s milk. Routine dictated that before those little breaths turned into little snores, she’d have made a present for me in her diaper and would slip off to sleep with her her needs fulfilled.

 

Soft shuffling footsteps approached from the hallway and I turned to see Petra, still naked save for her slippers coming toward us.

 

“You didn’t need to get up, Pet, I’ve got her.” I said.

 

Petra tousled my hair as she walked by. “Gotta pump.” she mumbled.

 

Rochelle had the uncanny ability to near perfectly replicate a baby crying, and when she did, it triggered Petra’s breasts to start leaking which was kind of amazing but also really weird and difficult to get used to.

 

“You made Mommy leak in the bed.” I whispered to the now stinky and snoring Rochelle. “That’s Daddy’s job, young lady.” I teased as I pulled the bottle from her mouth and wiped the little dribbles of milk from her cheek that had developed from her falling asleep mid nurse and hefted her up to pat her back until she burped for me.

 

Petra’s pump was going in the kitchen and I stood up with Rochelle and grabbed the bottle to go keep her company while she pumped.

 

“She asleep?” Petra asked, her head supported by her elbow resting on the bar and the palm of her hand on her cheek.

 

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am, like clockwork.” I said softly.

 

Petra sighed. “Good.” she said happily. “Thank you for getting her.” she added.

 

“How’s Mommy holding up?” I asked, standing beside her and stroking her hair softly.

 

She scoffed. “Mommy needs a vacation.” she said.

 

“I can have Illiana watch the girls this weekend.” I offered.

 

She turned to look at me and smiled softly. “She stinks.” she said quietly.

 

“I know you and Illiana have had your differences-” I started to say.

 

Petra shook her head. “No, this one stinks, can you change her and put her back to bed before we keep talking?” she asked.

 

I leaned down and kissed Petra on the top of her head and left to take care of Rochelle, returning a short time later to sit with Petra.

 

“What kind of vacation do you need, Mommy?” I asked, putting a hand on her knee and stroking my thumb over it.

 

She shrugged. “I’m just so tired, Zack.” she said. “When is Rochelle going to grow up?” she asked.

 

“Honestly, I don’t know, she hasn’t spoken since we adopted her.” I said. “All her note said was that she would,” I said, “eventually.” I added.

 

Petra sighed. “Ducky’s becoming a problem too.” she said.

 

“What’s wrong with Ducky?” I asked.

 

She shut off her pump and wiped her breasts with a dish towel. “She got in trouble at work.” she said. “I guess she’s been wearing her diapers to work and someone complained because she shit herself in the break room and didn’t leave until her food had finished cooking in the microwave.” she explained.

 

“What the hell, she knows better than that.” I said.

She nodded and got up to put the pumped milk in the fridge. “Yeah, but she also knows that we’re allowing Rochelle to live here rent free and treat her like a newborn.” she said.

 

“Rochelle is a special case and she knows that.” I said.

 

“Is she though?” Petra asked. “I mean, I know she’s had a rough life, but why does she get to shut down while we all work harder to look after her?” she asked.

 

I sighed. “I’ll talk to Ducky.” I said.

 

“No, I want you to explain it to me first, Zack.” she said. “Why am I up at one in the morning pumping my breasts for a grown woman that decided it was fine to forfeit her adulthood?” she asked.

 

“You agreed to this, Pet.” I reminded her. “Hell, the breastfeeding was your idea!” I added.

 

She sighed. “Because I thought it would be fun to play Mommy to her baby for a while, not live with it forever!” she shouted.

 

“Calm down, you’ll wake the girls.” I commanded.

 

She scoffed. “They’re not actual babies, Zack, they’re adult women and they don’t need to be coddled anymore!” she spat.

 

I sighed. “Pet, I’m warning you, get control of your emotions or-” I began to warn.

 

“Or what, you’ll spank me?” she asked. “Mommy doesn’t get spanked, Zack.” she said.

 

I stood up and crossed the distance between us, grabbing her arm firmly. “Then Mommy better stop acting like a brat having a tantrum.” I warned.

 

She pulled her arm from my grasp. “Sort Rochelle out, or I will.” she threatened before storming out of the kitchen.

 

I followed behind her, catching up to her at the door to our bedroom where I shut it behind us and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her to the bed where I sat and yanked her over my lap, pinning her legs down with my own before bringing my hand down hard on her backside, the crack ringing out in the silence of the room.

 

“Clearly you’ve forgotten who runs this house, Petra.” I said as another few smacks filled the room.

 

She squirmed and thrashed futilely against me. “Fuck you, I’ve been bending over backwards to make this shit work!” she shouted.

 

Half a dozen more smacks brought her to tears, draining the fight from her as she weakly struggled against me.

 

“You’ve been a wonderful mother to Rochelle,” I said, “and Ducky,” I added, “but I will not tolerate you forgetting who’s in charge around here, Petra.” I explained as I delivered another dozen smacks.

 

She’d given up, blubbering on my lap for the first time in what seemed like forever.

 

I released her legs and helped her to stand up in front of me. “Who’s in charge?” I asked.

 

She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. “You.” she pouted.

 

I stood up, looking down at her to cement the difference between us in her mind. “And who am I?” I asked, cupping her chin in my hand.

 

“Daddy.” she whimpered, her hand rubbing her stinging backside.

 

I nodded. “Are you going to yell and swear at Daddy anymore?” I asked.

 

She shook her head vehemently. “No, Daddy.” she said.

 

“Tell Daddy the truth, are you jealous of Rochelle? Does Daddy need to give you a baby vacation?” I asked.

 

She shook her head slowly.

 

My rule of Petra taking a day a week to be little hadn’t been going well, with the breastfeeding she was often brought out of her little space by wet spots on her shirt, and she’d been insisting that she was fine, that being Mommy was fulfilling enough for her that she didn’t need to be little, and I knew that something like this would happen sooner or later, I was just glad it happened in private rather than in front of Ducky and Rochelle.

 

“Tell me what’s wrong then.” I urged.

 

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.” she said softly.

 

I sighed and hugged her. “Pet, you can’t hurt me if you’re being honest with me.” I said.

 

Her body rocked with sobs after a few moments of us hugging. “I miss Ducky.” she blubbered. “I’m in love with her and I miss her!” she added.

 

I rubbed her back softly. “We’ll figure out a way to balance all of this.” I told her.

 

She shook her head. “There isn’t a way!” she wailed. “Rochelle needs me to be her Mommy and I agreed to that and now Ducky only wants me to be her Mommy and-” she stopped talking and buried her face into my chest to cry for a long while before trying to speak again, “I don’t get what I want.” she finally managed to choke out.

 

I sighed. “Daddy will fix everything, Pet.” I told her as I held her and she cried.

 

**********

 

Later in the morning, after the sun had begun to rise and Rochelle and Ducky were bathed and dressed and Petra and I had had our shower’s and we’d all eaten breakfast, I called a family meeting.

 

“We need to talk about how all of this works.” I began. “First, no one is in trouble and neither Petra or I are mad, but we need to reevaluate things so that everyone is happy.” I said. “Rochelle, we need to talk about you growing up and starting your therapy.” I told her.

 

Rochelle was seated in her highchair nursing her bottle of juice and took the nipple from her mouth with an audible pop and set it down. “Yes, Daddy.” she said remorsefully. “I know I’ve been a baby for too long, but it’s hard to give up because you and Mommy have been taking such good care of me and made me feel so little and loved.” she said, all traces of the baby she’d been living as gone and replaced by the mature young woman she truly was.

 

“We’ve loved having you as our baby, and will continue to love and care for you as our daughter, just with more help from you, okay?” I asked her.

 

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” she said with a happy smile.

 

“Ducky?” I asked, turning to her.

 

She swallowed hard. “Is this gonna be about work?” she asked nervously.

 

I nodded. “You know that if you get fired for doing something like wearing and using your diapers at work you’ll be in big trouble, right?” I asked her.

 

She nodded sheepishly. “Yes, Daddy.” she said softly.

 

“Would you like to explain why you thought it was okay for you to do something like that?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “I was jealous of Rochelle.” she said simply.

 

I sighed. “And instead of talking to us about your feelings you acted out at work and got in trouble, right?” I asked.

 

She nodded.

 

“How serious is it?” I asked her.

 

She shrugged. “HR talked to me and made it clear that if I needed to wear diapers for a medical reason that there was no issue but I needed to be respectful of the other people in the office and handle changing more diligently.” she explained.

 

“Did you feel silly having to be told by the people you work for to change your poopy diapers so people at work didn’t have to smell you?” I asked.

 

She nodded softly.

 

“Are you going to stop wearing diapers to work?” I asked.

 

Again, she nodded.

 

“Say it.” I commanded.

 

“I promise not to wear diapers to work anymore, Daddy.” she said.

 

I nodded and smiled. “Good girl, thank you.” I said. “Petra?” I asked, looking at her.

 

She fidgeted in her seat, wincing slightly at her still tender bottom moving against the wood.

 

“You’re in love with Ducky, right?” I asked her bluntly.

 

She looked at Ducky and blushed before nodding.

 

“And you miss being romantic with her?” I asked.

 

She nodded again.

 

I inhaled deeply. “I think the two of you need to discuss how your relationship needs to work so that we don’t have a repeat of what happened earlier, right?” I asked her.

 

She blushed at the mention of the events that left her with a sore bottom and nodded.

 

“Good.” I said. “Well, go ahead.” I urged after a long moment of silence.

 

She looked at Ducky and then at the table and then back to Ducky. “You’re so stupid, you know that, right?” she asked the girl. “You have someone here that is completely and totally head over heels in love with you and you default to typical exhibitionist Ducky and try and pull everyone around you into your stupid little game instead of, I don’t know, coming to me and letting me clear your head with a mind melting orgasm or six!” she exclaimed, her breath coming out in little pants of rage.

 

“I-” Ducky started to say.

 

Petra shook her head. “Not done!” she spat. “I would do literally anything for you, Ducky, heck, I have done literally everything for you! I’ve bent over backwards to give you a place in our family and make you feel loved and happy and you didn’t even put up a fight for us to be together, you just stepped aside and let me bend further backwards to be a Mommy to you when I was already pushing myself to be that for Rochelle!” she yelled.

 

“Pet, calm down.” I warned.

 

She shook her head. “Stay out of this, Daddy, this is something she’s needed to hear since we were kids!” she snarled at me, silencing me instantly.

 

Ducky was visibly trembling in her seat as she looked down at the table.

 

“Our whole lives you’ve been this constant source of greed and selfishness, always expecting me to be there to give you what you want and when I need something from you, where are you, Ducky?” she asked rhetorically. “You’re too busy with something else, right?” she asked. “Ducky wants to be my girlfriend, so I better put away my straight girl feelings, right? Oh, I have a Daddy and a happy life, that must mean Ducky wants to move in, right?” she asked.

 

Ducky was crying now. “I’m sorry, Petra.” she mumbled.

 

Petra scoffed. “No you aren’t!” she shouted. “If you were truly sorry, you wouldn’t keep pulling this crap, Ducky!” she added. “I guess it’s my fault for continuing to stand up for you and put myself in whatever role you want for me, but I’m beyond done with that.” she said. “If you want a Mommy then move out and find one for yourself because I’m not interested in being that for you, only for Rochelle.” she said.

 

Petra got up and went to Ducky and forcefully grabbed the girl by the back of the head and straddled her and kissed her so deeply and so roughly that I was worried she’d chipped their teeth from the impact of their lips meeting.

 

“You want to live here, you’re mine.” Petra said. “Body, soul, mind, you’re as good as my wife, is that understood?” she asked.

 

Ducky was clearly dazed from the kiss and absently nodded.

 

“Say it, Ducky!” Petra snapped.

 

Ducky jumped in surprise. “I’m yours!” she exclaimed.

 

Petra nodded. “You’re going to be a good girl and do everything I tell you to from now on or else you’ll be out on the street, am I understood?” she asked, giving Ducky’s nipple a tweak through her shirt.

 

Ducky nodded and whimpered softly as a shuddering moan escaped her lips. “Yes, ma’am!” she quickly agreed.

 

Petra stroked Ducky’s hair softly and lightly grinded on her lap. “When I stand up you’re going to move as fast as those legs will carry you to the bedroom and you’re going to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for me to come to you.” she commanded seductively before standing up slowly and smirking as Ducky took off running back to the bedroom.

 

“I’m impressed.” I told her.

 

She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. “That’s been a long time coming.” she said to me. She turned to Rochelle and went to her, kissing the girl on the forehead. “Mommy’s not mad at you, baby, you can be as little or as big as you want. As long as you’re happy, then Mommy and Daddy will be happy too, okay?” she said.

 

Rochelle smiled and nodded softly. “Thank you, Mommy.” she said in her adult voice.

 

Petra nodded and turned, patting my shoulder softly. “Everything is gonna be okay, Daddy.” she said. “I’ll sort Ducky out and everything will be better.” she said. “You’ll see.” she added, kissing my cheek before she walked off to the bedroom.

 

To Be Continued…

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheMommyM]

That conversation lecture between Petra and Ducky felt real, I'm proud of Petra but damn, Ducky got put in her place pretty hard.

Also, I kind of love baby Rochelle and Zack's time together, it's a weird and totally unrealistic scenario, but it's making me so happy for her and I'm really glad Petra changed her mind and didn't call Rochelle out.

Keep up the great work!

[Scarlet]

These last two chapters have been great. The development and growth of their family has been very interesting to read. 

 

Rochelle situation was significantly more serious than I had anticipated. I am very happy that she has found people that accept her and care for her.

The argument between Zack and Petra, and the the subsequent family meeting was an amazing scene. Very well done, Ducky really needed that. While such conflict and intense emotions can be hard, this was sorely needed for their relationship to move forward.

 

The main thing I'm curious about is what's is the time gap between chapter 8 and chapter 9. Because it's been long enough, that Petra has been producing milk with enough regularity to lead to a "routine", it's been long enough that Rochelle has been a Baby for "too long", yet it's implied that it hasn't been long enough for Petra and Illiana to have worked out their differences fully.

 

I want to know, how long was "too long" of "Full Baby" Rochelle.

 

Looking forward to whatever comes next.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

9 hours ago, Scarlet said:

These last two chapters have been great. The development and growth of their family has been very interesting to read. 

 

Rochelle situation was significantly more serious than I had anticipated. I am very happy that she has found people that accept her and care for her.

The argument between Zack and Petra, and the the subsequent family meeting was an amazing scene. Very well done, Ducky really needed that. While such conflict and intense emotions can be hard, this was sorely needed for their relationship to move forward.

 

The main thing I'm curious about is what's is the time gap between chapter 8 and chapter 9. Because it's been long enough, that Petra has been producing milk with enough regularity to lead to a "routine", it's been long enough that Rochelle has been a Baby for "too long", yet it's implied that it hasn't been long enough for Petra and Illiana to have worked out their differences fully.

 

I want to know, how long was "too long" of "Full Baby" Rochelle.

 

Looking forward to whatever comes next.

From chapter seven:

“We’re here to discuss Rochelle’s entry into our family.” I said. “She wants for Petra and I to legally adopt her as our daughter and live as a baby for a month without any kind of responsibility. When that month is over, she has agreed to be a big girl to attend appointments with a mental health professional and will be allowed to grow up in her own time when she’s at home.” I explained.

 

So, to kind of answer your question, longer than a month but shorter than fifty years. I didn't really give a time, aside from the agreed upon duration that obviously expired some time ago for them, let's call it three months for the sake of argument.

As far as Illiana and Petra go, Illiana pushed a lot of buttons with her actions and even though she was punished, that behavior isn't easily forgiven. Speaking from personal experience, a wife can hold onto something that makes her angry for a very...VERY long time to the point that literally everyone else could've forgotten about it but then BAM, it's part of a completely separate argument a year later.

Also, Illiana isn't even in these chapters aside from the game scene, and I've looked but can't find where Petra even talked about Illiana, are we sure there's still beef there? Am I terrible at reading? Please let me know where there's an indication there's still tension between them because I'm legit not seeing that.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts, it's very much appreciated!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Ten

Training Days

 

Several noisy hours later, Petra emerged from the bedroom with Ducky behind her, the girl’s tear streaked face looking down to the floor as she was led by the hand back to the dining room.

 

“Is it laundry day?” I asked upon seeing the completely nude Ducky standing behind Petra.

 

Petra smirked. “She needs a bath, but she has something to ask you.” she said, moving aside and pulling Ducky forward by the hand to position herself behind the naked girl, a sharp crack coming from Petra’s hand swatting Ducky’s backside, “Now!” she barked.

 

Ducky winced and jumped from the smack, keeping her eyes on the floor. “Daddy?” she asked.

 

I’d never seen this side of Petra before, this streak of overwhelming dominance, that allowed her to command total obedience from Ducky with barely any convincing beyond a smack and a loud voice, it was entirely out of character for my wife, but goddamned was it ever hot. “Yes, Ducky?” I asked her.

 

“I’ve been a very naughty and stupid little girl and I need Mommy to teach me how to behave.” she explained, her voice shaky with nervousness and arousal.

 

I nodded. “It seems like she’s got you pretty well under control,” I said, “what more does she need to do?” I asked her.

 

She swallowed hard, her hands clasped in front of her glistening sex, fidgeting lightly as the urge to touch herself grew.

 

Petra cleared her throat. “Let Mommy explain, you’ll probably just mess it up.” she sneered as she pushed Ducky aside. “On your knees while the adults talk.” she commanded, bringing Ducky quickly down to her knees.

 

I raised an eyebrow at Petra who’s face lit up with the most sincere happiness I’d seen in a long time, like a little girl that got a pony for Christmas before her face returned to its serious expression. “I’m afraid that Ducky is a lost cause, Daddy.” she said simply, looking back at the kneeling girl beside her. “In order to correct her behavior and put her back on track to being a good girl, I’m going to need to do some pretty radical training.” she explained.

 

“Is that right?” I asked in feigned surprise, my manhood stiffening at this new version of my wife.

 

Petra nodded. “With your permission, I’d like to be given complete control of Ducky for the foreseeable future and ask that, aside from breastfeeding, you handle Rochelle’s care on your own until Ducky’s training is complete.” she explained.

 

“And you’re okay with this?” I asked Ducky, making sure she wasn’t having her limits pushed beyond what she was comfortable with.

 

Ducky nodded sheepishly. “Yes, Daddy.” she said softly.

 

I nodded my consent. “Alright then, as long as she consents to it you’re in charge of her.” I told Petra.

 

Petra smiled widely and mouthed ‘thank you’ as she winked at me and then brought her serious expression back as she faced Ducky. “Crawl to the bathroom and wait beside the tub.” she commanded, leaving both of us to watch the wiggling backside of the cowed girl as she crawled down the hall.

 

“What do you have in store for her?” I asked once Ducky was gone.

 

Petra smirked. “She’s got other kinks besides being a baby, and she’s going to have them all pushed further than she’s ever had.” she said.

 

“You know, this whole dominant Mommy thing looks good on you.” I told her.

 

She squeaked happily. “I know, right?!” she exclaimed, breaking the illusion of a commanding domme and bringing little Petra back in an instant.

 

“I’m glad you’re having so much fun.” I told her as I reached out and snaked my arm around her middle to pull her to me, gently patting her bottom through her pants.

 

She leaned down and kissed my lips softly. “I can’t wait to show you her progress.” she said, her voice thick with arousal.

 

Rochelle giggled softly behind us, reminding us that we weren’t alone.

 

Petra cleared her throat and pulled away from me, blushing softly. “I’d better go get Ducky in the bath.” she said, smiling at me and then at Rochelle before scurrying off to the bathroom.

 

I turned to Rochelle and tickled her under the chin. “Daddy’s going to have to teach you not to interrupt his grownup time with Mommy.” I teased.

 

Another melodic giggle erupted from her and brought a laugh from me as well as I unbuckled her from the high chair and scooped her up into my arms to cradle and cuddle her.

 

**********

 

“Daddy, could you come in here, please!” Petra called out from our bedroom a week later.

 

Rochelle was napping and I casually made my way back to our bedroom to find Ducky on all fours on the floor and Petra seated on the bed softly stroking the other girl’s hair. Around Ducky’s neck was a pink leather collar with a chain attached to it leading to Petra’s other hand.

 

“Rochelle’s napping, so keep it down, okay?” I warned.

 

Petra smiled and nodded. “Ducky would like to show you her progress.” she said.

 

The chain tugged lightly and Ducky turned around and stuck her naked but up in the air, showing me the furry tail protruding from between her reddened and punishment marked cheeks as she wiggled her plump bottom back and forth.

 

“Ducky, down!” Petra commanded, making the naked girl lay on her stomach on the floor.

 

I watched in amazement as Petra barked commands and Ducky obeyed them instantly, rolling over onto her back and lifting her knees to her chest as she spread her legs wide to show me her womanhood and then back up onto all fours.

 

“Well, she’s certainly much more obedient.” I remarked.

 

Petra scoffed. “She’s learning, but as you can see, I’ve had to do a lot of punishing to get her to where she is.” she explained.

 

I crossed the room and knelt down in front of Ducky, reaching up to stroke her cheek softly. “You’re still okay with this, right?” I asked softly.

 

Ducky stared up at me but said nothing.

 

“Ducky, speak!” Petra commanded, tugging the chain.

 

“Yes, Daddy.” she said simply, her voice very soft.

 

I looked to Petra and then to Ducky. “Is Mommy taking care of you?” I asked her.

 

Another tug of the chain. “Ducky, speak!” Petra ordered.

 

“Yes, Daddy.” Ducky said softly.

 

Petra rose from the bed and beckoned me to come over and sit down on it and once I had, she unzipped my pants and reached inside them, fishing around to pull out my manhood before she tugged the chain again. “Ducky, pleasure Daddy!”

 

Ducky crawled over and immediately put her mouth around my member, working her tongue around the shaft as she moved her head forward and back on it.

 

I gently pushed her off of me, noticing the desperate whimper as she tried to put me back into her mouth. “Pet, I get it, you’ve trained her.” I said, tucking myself back into my pants and zipping them up as I stood from the bed.

 

Petra smiled. “Oh, this is just the fun stuff I’ve taught her to do, we’ve been working very hard after you and Rochelle are asleep, haven’t we, Ducky?” she asked the girl.

 

Ducky nodded softly and blushed.

 

With a tug of the chain, Petra led Ducky out of the bedroom, my curiosity making me follow them as Petra went through the kitchen to the back door and opened it before she knelt down and unclipped the chain from Ducky’s collar, reaching behind the girl to lightly twist the plug in her backside as she pulled it out slowly. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are now, Ducky!” she chirped.

 

Ducky hurriedly crawled out the door and into the backyard where she went in little zigzags and circles until she stopped and squatted and began to relieve herself in the grass.

 

“That’s fucked up, Pet.” I told my wife as I watched Ducky empty herself in the yard in morbid fascination.

 

She giggled. “I know.” she said. “I won’t make her do it anymore, but I wanted you to see that I’ve got her completely under my control.” she added.

 

“And she’s definitely okay with all of this?” I asked.

 

Petra nodded. “She knows that she can opt out at any time and I will stop all of this, but she also knows that if she doesn’t do everything I tell her to that she’s got one day to find a new place to live and after that day her and all her stuff is on the curb.” she explained.

 

“You’re kind of scary when you’re in charge.” I told her.

 

She smirked. “Are you worried I’ll get ideas about trying to control you?” she asked with another giggle.

 

I scoffed. “Illiana tried and you saw what happened to her.” I reminded her. “I told her if she ever tried again I’d shave her head and post pictures of her in her full diapers to all her social media and send them directly to her friends and family.” I said.

 

“Did you mean it?” she asked.

 

I nodded and looked at her with as menacing a smirk as I could manage to create. “Nobody controls Daddy.” I said softly before laughing at the look of surprise and fear on her face, kissing her cheek softly. “You already control me, Pet, I’d do anything to make you happy.” I said.

 

Ducky returned and let Petra clean her bottom with a wet wipe before her plug was reinserted and her leash was clipped back onto her collar.

 

“I’ll have her clean that up after her nap.” Petra called out as she led her obedient pet back to the bedroom.

 

I sighed as I closed the back door. “I have the weirdest fucking life.” I thought to myself.

 

**********

 

“Are you ready to meet the new and improved Ducky?” Petra called out to us from the bedroom.

 

I sat on the couch with Rochelle on my lap and Illiana in the chair next to us.

 

Illiana had come over to babysit while Petra and I went out for the night and had surprised us with her radical change in appearance. It wasn’t that she’d gotten her hair cut, it was that she’d chopped off the majority of her long locks so that her hair now stopped at the top of her ears, styled to be messy and hip, I suppose, I’m not up on what’s cool in women’s hairstyles, but I know that the shimmery green color she’d dyed it mixed with the streaks of black and purple made her look much younger than her actual age not to mention it stripped her of the demure plainness she exuded and gave her a more edgy and fun appearance overall.

 

“You look good.” I told her when I opened the front door and welcomed her in for a hug, letting Rochelle hug her as well.

 

“Thanks, I’ve been seeing someone and she convinced me to loosen up and relax a little.” she explained.

 

“A new girlfriend, huh?” I said as I sat down with Rochelle. “How’s that going?” I asked.

 

“Really well!” she chirped happily. “We met on this kink dating app and went out and really hit it off.” she explained.

 

I smiled. “Kink dating app, huh?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Yeah, I just wanted to see what was out there and I found Athena and she was kind of exactly what I was looking for.” she said pulling out her phone and showing me the girl’s profile on the dating app.

 

If Petra had a doppelganger, Athena was it albeit with shorter hair and less feminine endowment. As she cycled through the girl’s pictures it became clear that Illiana had found herself a baby of her own.

 

“She’s cute.” I said with a smile.

 

Illiana smiled as she pulled her phone back and looked at one of the pictures. “She really is.” she said. “And sweet.” she added.

 

“Are you going to bring her by for a playdate?” I asked.

 

Illiana shrugged. “I haven’t talked to her about that yet, but probably, we’re still figuring us out to be honest.” she explained.

 

There was a soft clicking of Petra’s heels on the wood floor as she walked to the end of the hallway and peeked in on us. “Hi, Illiana.” she said with a smile as she put her earrings on.

 

“You look very pretty, Petra.” Illiana said with a smile.

 

“Thank you.” she said. “I like the hair, did they pull the stick out of your butt when they did it or did that come first.” she asked.

 

“Pet.” I warned.

 

Illiana chuckled nervously. “It’s okay, she’s right, I was a pain in the butt, but I promise that I’m happy now and this outward change is just a small part of what’s different about me.” she explained.

 

Petra nodded. “Well, we need to get going or we’ll be late for our reservation, but I want you all to meet the new and improved Ducky before we go.” she said. “Deandra, you may come out now.” she called behind her.

 

A new soft clicking sound began to approach from down the hall and Ducky appeared behind Petra with her hands folded in front of her.

 

Her long, straight black hair had been curled into precious ringlets making her look years younger. The dress she’d been put in was an adult sized version of a toddler’s party dress, sea foam green in color with lace and frills adorning it and material beneath it in layers like an opening flower. She wore lace frilled ankle socks inside her black patent leather shoes and sucked on a pacifier that matched the color of her dress.

 

“Show them what’s under your dress, sweetie.” Petra commanded.

 

Lifting her dress without a second of hesitation revealed what had to be three diapers layered on top of one another secured inside sea foam green plastic panties with a little chain and lock at the waist, turning around revealed lacy frills on the seat of the pants and rosy cheeks when the dress was finally lowered.

 

“As you can see, Deandra is no longer a little tomboy, but rather a Sissy Baby.” Petra explained. “Isn’t that right, Deandra?” she asked the smaller girl.

 

Ducky nodded but continued sucking her pacifier.

 

“Wow.” I said. “That’s quite the transformation.” I added.

 

Illiana nodded. “You look very pretty Du-Deandra.” she said, correcting herself.

 

Ducky blushed and bowed her head to Illiana, the pacifier keeping her from speaking.

 

“I’ve written down the rules for her on the note on the fridge, but basically she’s not to be changed and she’s to be given a bottle with the pink top when Rochelle has hers and put to bed at the same time.” Petra explained. “If she misbehaves she gets a bottle with a blue top.” she added.

 

Illiana smirked. “I’m sure I can guess what’s in the blue bottles.” she said.

 

Petra nodded. “And if you don’t adhere to the rules I’ve left for her, you won’t have to guess.” she warned.

 

“Put your claws away, Pet, Illiana is a good sitter and she’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.” I said, easing the tension at the sight of Illiana’s blushing face.

 

I hugged and kissed Rochelle and handed her off to Illiana before going over to Ducky and kneeling in front of her. “You look adorable, Deandra, and I’m glad that Mommy has helped you become a well behaved little girl.” I told her before giving her a big hug that she returned and a kiss on the forehead as I stood back up.

 

We said our good night’s and headed out for an adult evening together free of diapers and babies.

 

**********

 

Soft piano music played in the restaurant as Petra and I sat and waited for our food to arrive.

 

“You really should cut Illiana some slack, Pet.” I told her. “She’s taken her medicine and has babysat for us free of charge several times now.” I added.

 

She nodded. “I know.” she said. “I guess I’ve been on kind of a power trip with everything that’s happening with Ducky.” she explained. “I’ll apologize to her when we get home.” she added.

 

I smiled at her. “You’ve come a long way, Pet.” I told her, putting my hand on hers.

 

“All grown up and responsible and shit.” she snickered, taking a sip of her wine.

 

I took a drink of my own wine. “It’s true though!” I said. “The way you are with Rochelle and now this Ducky retraining thing, you’re a long way from the girl that whined at literally everything she didn’t like.” I told her.

 

She blushed, something she never did now.

 

“Do you miss being little?” I asked.

 

She nodded softly. “Not as much as I thought I would, but yeah, there’s a part of me that misses being the only baby in your life.” she confessed.

 

I smiled. “I can have a million babies, Pet, it doesn’t change that you’re the most important one.” I told her.

 

“It’s just hard to feel okay with stepping back into that role.” she said. “I mean, how many babies need to pump their breasts or get up to feed an even littler baby in the middle of the night?” she asked.

 

I chuckled. “Not many, but it doesn’t mean you have to go without because of it.” I said.

 

“It’s also kind of weird to think of Rochelle and Ducky seeing me little now that I’ve shown them that I’m in charge.” she confessed.

 

I nodded and stroked the back of her hand with my thumb. “But they’re not really babies, honey.” I reminded her. “They came into our lives because of your littleness and they wouldn’t be scarred or anything if you went back to it now and again.” I told her.

 

“But that’s just more responsibility for you.” she said.

 

I nodded. “It’s not like I haven’t had multiple babies to look after.” I said.

 

She sighed. “I don’t know, it’s all so hard to rationalize.” she said.

 

“Well, I can make it much easier for you.” I told her with a wry smirk.

 

She blushed again, squirming a little in her seat. “You’ve managed to keep your urges at bay for quite a while.” she said softly.

 

I nodded. “I’ve been trying to respect that you’re doing something that requires me to be hands off, so I haven’t acted on any of my desires.” I told her.

 

She looked up at me. “And what desires might those be, Mr. Klein?” she asked seductively.

 

“Well, seeing a beautiful young woman such as herself acting so mature and dominant, making your oldest and dearest friend into a submissive little sissy baby definitely makes me eager to see how long it would take to break that facade.” I told her.

 

“Oh, it’s a facade now?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “We both know that those panties you’re wearing are more than a little damp just imagining me taking you to the family bathroom and lifting you up onto the changing table to show you just how crazy in love with you I am.” I told her.

 

She squirmed softly. “It’s cute that you think I’m wearing panties.” she said.

 

I raised an eyebrow. “Did a certain naughty girl go out with no underpants on?” I asked.

 

She bit her lower lip softly and nodded. “Panty lines are gross.” she said.

 

I chuckled. “So is having to have a chair professionally cleaned.” I said.

 

She laughed, a genuine joy hanging on the sound. “I love you, Zack.” she said.

 

I leaned forward and kissed her hand as I lifted it in mine. “I love you too, Pet.” I said, setting her hand down as our food arrived.

 

**********

 

“Ugh, I should’ve gone to the bathroom before we left the restaurant.” she said with a whimper.

 

“I can stop somewhere.” I offered.

 

She shook her head, fidgeting in her seat. “I’ll be okay.” she said.

 

As we sat at the next light, traffic backed up making this the third cycle of light changes, she whimpered again. “I’m not going to make it, Daddy.” she whined softly.

 

I sighed in pretend exasperation, falling into the game immediately upon her calling me ‘Daddy’. “Petra, you need to be a big girl and hold it, we’re not that far away from home.” I chided. “Unless you need Daddy to pull over and put one of the baby’s diapers on you.” I offered.

 

She shook her head as she squirmed in her seat. “No, Daddy, I’m a big girl, I don’t need a diaper.” she protested.

 

Turning onto the street that would get us home in a few more blocks I stole a glance at her, illuminated in waves by the streetlights we passed under. She was sucking her thumb and doing the potty dance in her seat, her free hand bunching her dress up into her crotch as she held herself like a toddler. She was playing a game, our game, the one that we’d put on the shelf for the sake of a different one with more players, but this was one of our favorites and I was rock hard with anticipation.

 

“Almost there, Pet, see the house?” I asked her.

 

She gave a distracted ‘mm hmm’ around her thumb.

 

As I pulled into the garage she moved to unbuckle her seatbelt, fumbling with the release button as she tried to do it one handed, sucking anxiously on her thumb until it clicked and the belt whirred back into its housing and she pulled the handle of her door and slipped out as it opened, scurrying out in front of the car and stopping in front of it, headlights creating a spotlight for her show.

 

I knew she couldn’t see me through the windshield because of the headlights shining on her, but she turned, her brow furrowed, thumb working in her mouth as she feverishly sucked on it, hand clamped on her bunched up dress pressed to her crotch as the glistening wetness dribbled through the fabric and over her hand, the headlights making the liquid sparkle like little diamonds of humiliation cascading from her to the floor of the garage.

 

Once she’d emptied herself in front of me, the headlights making the tears in her eyes sparkle as the rolled down her cheeks I turned off the headlights and got out of the car, shaking my head as I went to her, looking at the massive puddle beneath her, clicking my tongue in disapproval. “I suppose it was silly of me to think I could trust you to keep track of using the potty.” I told her.

 

She sniffled and hung her head. “Sowwy, Daddy.” she said sullenly.

 

I lifted her head with a crooked finger beneath her chin. “I’m very disappointed in you, Petra.” I said.

 

She sobbed and apologized once more.

 

“Daddy needs to clean this mess up, so you need to go ask Miss Illiana to run you a bath and get your wet dress and shoes off so Daddy can clean you up before bed.” I told her.

 

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “Please Daddy, not that!” she protested, breaking character as her thumb pulled from her mouth and genuine fear hung in her voice.

 

I gently guided her thumb back into her mouth. “Yes that.” I said sternly. “And you’d better apologize to her for being a brat to her for so long and thank her for helping you with your accident.” I added, guiding her to the door with a firm hand on her shoulder and a pat on the butt.

 

She whimpered as she walked, looking back at me with wet eyes but entered the house. “Mith Iwianna?!” she called out through her thumb.

 

Illiana appeared at the door with a huge grin on her face, looking past Petra to me.

 

“I sowwy fow bein a bwat to you,” Petra slurred, “pweath hewp get a baf an take off my cwothes stho Daddy can gib me a baf afore bed.” she continued.

 

Patting her on the head and taking her hand, Illiana smiled at me. “I’ll have her all ready for you, Zack.” she said sweetly before leading Petra into the house.

 

I smiled as I grabbed the shop towels, knowing that no matter how fucked up our household was at least it was never boring.

 

To be continued…

[TheUnknownAuthor]

So, a year has gone by without an update to this story and that's a damn shame because I really like this story. Anyway, TL;DR for the previous ten chapters, Zack and Petra are married and have adopted Rochelle, and have Ducky living with them as Petra's girlfriend/unofficial wife/sub. Illiana used to be one of the babies but then decided to try and take control of Zack but he said "naw" and punished her and she's got a girlfriend now that she met on a kink dating app who happens to be a little, go fig and yeah, lots of stuff has happened! Oh, and they're all playing, or not for a while, a game of D&D with Zack as Dungeon Master and various humiliating baby things creeping in to keep the little one's invested.

Overall, it's mostly smut but with an ooey gooey center of relationship drama and a whole lot of love...more smut though, shit is almost concentrated smut at times. You're pretty much all caught up, unless this is the first time you're seeing it in which case read the stuff before this and see if it twangs your banjo strings or whatever. Enjoy!

 

Chapter Eleven

Catching Up

 

Illiana was seated on the lid of the toilet seat typing away on her phone as the tub filled with water when I arrived, my jacket discarded on our bed and the sleeves of my shirt rolled up to give Petra her bath.

 

“How’d it go tonight?” I asked Illiana.

 

She pocketed her phone. “Both girls were absolute angels.” she reported. She looked over at Petra with her thumb jutting out, “What happened with her?” she asked with a smirk.

 

I sat on the edge of the tub and put my arm around my wife’s naked waist. “I think the pressure of motherhood may have been too much for her.” I said, gently patting her plump bottom.

 

Petra’s cheeks were a perfect red as she locked her eyes on the floor and sucked her thumb, whimpering softly as we talked about her like she wasn’t there.

 

“That makes sense,” Illiana said, “I mean, with how much of a baby she really is inside, I was pretty shocked with how mature and in control she was acting.” she continued.

 

I nodded. “She really has been doing a great job at being a mother to the girls, and the way she handled Ducky was more than impressive.” I said. “But at the end of the day what she really wants and needs is to have Daddy take care of her.” I added. “Isn’t that right, Pet?” I asked.

 

Petra nodded. “Yeth, Daddy.” she said softly.

 

Illiana snickered and stood up from the lid of the toilet. “Do you need me for anything else tonight?” she asked.

 

I shook my head. “Nah, I’ve got it from here.” I told her.

 

She nodded and walked up to Petra, kissing her on the forehead. “If you need a night off I can handle a third baby.” she told me.

 

I smiled. “We’ll see.” I said cryptically, delighting in Petra’s nervous shuffling. “Thank Miss Illiana and give her a big hug and goodnight kiss, Pet.” I commanded.

 

Petra whimpered and pulled her thumb from her mouth. “Thank you, Miss Illiana.” she said softly, wrapping her arms around the woman and planting a kiss on her cheek.

 

Illiana hugged Petra, rubbing her back softly. “You’re welcome, honey, you be good for your Daddy, okay?” she said.

 

Petra nodded and put her thumb back into her mouth as Illiana let her go.

 

“I’ll see you guys later.” Illiana said before she left the bathroom.

 

I took Petra’s hand and helped her step into the tub and gently guided her down into the water so she was sitting before I turned and shut off the water, grabbing a washcloth and dipping it into the water to start wiping the makeup off her face. “Did you have a good night with Daddy?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” she said softly.

 

I frowned. “What’s wrong, Pet?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “This feels wrong.” she said. “I feel silly and stupid acting like this.” she said.

 

“You didn’t seem to have a problem earlier.” I told her as I began to gently clean her below the water.

 

She chewed her bottom lip. “That was just you and me.” she said.

 

I nodded. “So this is about Illiana?” I asked.

 

She shook her head. “Not just her.” she said. “It made me think about Rochelle and Ducky seeing me this way and it made me feel silly.” she confessed.

 

I sighed. “Pet, you’re not doing anything wrong here, you’ve been little before and in front of all of them, why is it all of a sudden wrong to be little?” I asked her.

 

“I took control of Ducky and brought her to a place where she’s completely submissive to me,” she said, “if she sees me being little what’s to stop her from falling back into her old patterns and giving up listening and obeying me?” she asked.

 

I smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You.” I said. “You would stop her from doing that. It doesn’t matter if you’re crawling around in a poopy diaper, Ducky would fold instantly if you stepped up and put her down.” I told her. “She’s yours and she knows her place in the pecking order here, so you be whatever you want until you need to be something else.” I explained.

 

She smiled at me. “I’m sorry for being so all over the place with this stuff.” she said.

 

I stroked her hair softly with my dry hand and lightly pressed my forehead to hers. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, Pet, you’re my little girl and little girls don’t always know what they want and even if they do they sometimes need Daddy’s help to come to their conclusions.” I explained to her.

 

She smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.” she said softly. “I love you.” she added.

 

I kissed for forehead and resumed washing her. “I love you too, baby.” I told her.

 

**********

 

When your household is a revolving door of women wearing diapers and playing baby it’s easy to lose perspective on what’s “normal”. Our “normal” had become the stuff of deviant daydreams, a steamy letter written to a pornographic publication that oozed the kind of delusional fantasy that made the reader question whether the writer actually understood what reality was or if their brain was so pickled in the brine of perpetual edging that they honestly couldn’t tell the difference anymore between the two.

 

I took stock of things as I set the table for the first game night we’d had in what felt like an eternity, thinking of each participant as I set her place. Illiana was bringing her girlfriend, Athena, with her tonight to introduce her to the other girls and see if playdates might be in the cards for the future. I had high hopes that there wouldn’t be any issues with Illiana overstepping her authority with the other girls just because she was coming as a caregiver for Athena, but I was prepared to have a conversation with her if I needed to just in case.

 

Rochelle had been to a few counseling sessions, the first one with Petra and I present, and it was weird to be perfectly honest. She’d dressed herself in her grownup clothes and foregone a diaper or any kind of padding and behaved as though she was a normal adult woman seeking help with something in her life all the way there and into the waiting room, but she’d scooted closer to me and taken hold of my hand when the time got closer to her appointment. She’d quietly requested that we go in with her and we obliged and allowed one of us to do the lion’s share of the explaining of our current situation. She’d apologized on the way home, profusely and with more than a bit of crying, but had worked up her courage by the time the next session rolled around to allow Petra and I to stay out in the waiting room, and by the third we were waiting out in the car for her. We were both very proud of her for her bravery and commitment to keeping up her end of the deal and showered her with love and adoration like the amazing parents we’d come to be for her.

 

Petra had stuck to her guns with Ducky and turned her into a fully functioning, responsible adult when she left the house for work and a submissive Sissy Baby when she walked through the door afterward. There sex life had become something I’d actually taken notes on, this hybrid of mechanical routine where Ducky was allowed to cum once a day at the same time and only by Petra’s ministrations, but somehow spontaneous and wild with Ducky at Petra’s beck and call whenever she wanted release of her own. The days of the two of them making out in just their diapers at the dining room table were gone, replaced with a well mannered submissive little girl obeying her lover’s every command.

 

On the other side of the coin, Petra had allowed herself to be little in front of Rochelle and Ducky once more and my heart had almost exploded with cuteness overload the first time it happened. I’d taken Petra to the nursery while Rochelle and Ducky colored on the living room floor with cartoons acting as the soundtrack to their artistic endeavors and returned with her dressed in her pastel pink onesie with her thick diaper beneath rustling loudly as she crawled beside me, pacifier working nervously between her lips. When the other girls looked up from their coloring to see what the sound was their faces lit up and they both hurriedly crawled to their new playmate and greeted her with cuddles and kisses and words of adoration for how cute her outfit was and then they all lay on their tummies coloring side by side, giggling and playing footsie with one another as their legs swayed nonchalantly behind them.

 

Everyone was happy and all was right in the world once more, and we were finally ready to continue the campaign that we’d started so long ago.

 

********

 

We’d all gathered in the living room as adults, for Athena’s sake, not wanting to scare the poor girl away on her first visit. Rochelle and Petra had gone with jeans and a shirt, Rochelle in a pale yellow number with a cartoon sun with sunglasses on declaring himself to be “Cool” as he winked over the top of his glasses. Petra had gone simple with a crimson colored shirt with nothing adorning it but the little key around her neck was her statement piece, the thing that said “this key belongs to my girl’s heart” but to the more well versed in their dynamic, it was a key that went to the locking plastic panties Ducky would find herself in whenever the mood suited Petra. Ducky was dressed in a purple floral print skirt and a cream colored blouse, her hair styled to be less Shirley Temple and more Rom-Com ready. None of them were diapered and we’d put away all the baby things so that our house looked like just a normal vanilla evening with friends was about to unfold.

 

When the doorbell rang I got up and went over to open the door, the girls all rising to their feet and walking behind me to stand just outside the entryway to greet our guests. Illiana was dressed in jeans as well, a black tanktop beneath and a gray sweater over that with Athena dressed almost identically albeit with a blue tanktop and white sweater.

 

“Welcome, ladies, please come in.” I said as I stepped aside to allow them to enter.

 

Illiana led the way with Athena close behind and as the door closed we all said our hello’s to one another in a short burst of overlapping voices.

 

“Athena, my name is Zack and this is my wife Petra,” I said with a polite wave and a gesture to the girl’s oddly similar looking counterpart.

 

Petra smiled and waved, her face showing that she was just as surprised at how similar Athena looked to her as I’d been.

 

“and this is our daughter Rochelle.” I said gesturing to the smallest girl, though not by much with Athena present.

 

“It’s very nice to meet you, Athena.” Rochelle said politely.

 

Petra spoke up next. “This is Deandra, but we all just call her Ducky.” she said, pointing to Ducky.

 

Ducky performed a perfect curtsy and smiled warmly at Athena. “Welcome to our home.” she said politely.

 

Illiana smirked and gave me an impressed look. “Well, that was a very lovely welcome, girls, thank you!” she said, addressing the other women. “Athena, what do we say?” she asked.

 

Athena blushed slightly. “Thank you for having us over, it’s very nice to meet you all.” she said quietly but sincerely.

 

“Why don’t we all have a seat in the living room and go over what’s in store for tonight?” I offered.

 

Everyone moved to the living room and took a seat somewhere, Petra and Ducky together in the large, overstuffed chair, Rochelle beside me on the couch, and Illiana on the loveseat where she pulled Athena onto her lap without missing a beat.

 

I’d hoped that we’d have a nice adult conversation before everything descended into diapers and bottles, but Illiana clearly felt the need to establish her role as caregiver to Athena right off the bat, but her relationship was her business.

 

“Athena, what do you do for work?” I asked the blushing girl, trying to maintain eye contact with her as Illiana softly bounced her on her thigh.

 

“I’m a teacher.” she said softly.

 

“Oh?” I said. “What grade?” I asked.

 

“Third.” she said. “It’s a lot of fun because the kids are just starting to develop their personalities and they’re showing signs of the people they’re going to become.” she explained.

 

I smiled at her. “Do you teach at public school or private?” I asked.

 

“Public, but I’m trying to work my way to St. Augustus.” she said.

 

“That’s right down the road!” Petra said.

 

Athena nodded. “Mo-” she stopped and corrected herself. “Illiana and I are looking at places nearby in case I do get a job there.” she explained.

 

I cleared my throat. “Athena, if you’re more comfortable calling Illiana “Mommy” you can feel free to do so.” I told her. “Isn’t that right, girls?” I asked the room, bringing a chorus of “Yes, Daddy” from each of the other women.

 

Athena blushed.

 

“She’s very shy around new people.” Illiana explained. “Would you like your binky, sweetie?” she asked the smaller girl.

 

Without waiting for a reply, Illiana went into her purse and pulled out a lavender pacifier and pulled the plastic cover from the teat and popped it into the girl’s mouth, clipping the end of the tether connected to it to the girl’s sweater.

 

“I guess that’s the cue.” I said. “Athena, the other girls are all little’s as well and when we get together like this they all wear diapers and baby clothes.” I explained. “Is that something you’d like to participate in?” I asked her.

 

Athena nodded softly and sucked on her pacifier nervously.

 

I rose to my feet. “Alright then, why don’t we all take a trip to the nursery and get some babies properly dressed and then we can come back continue our talk!” I said, scooping Rochelle up into my arms and settling her on my hip as I turned and held out my hand for Petra to take, smiling as she completed the chain by taking Ducky by the hand and we all went in an orderly line back to the nursery with Illiana carrying Athena behind us.

 

********

 

The sweet scent of baby powder filled the living room once the girls were all changed into their play clothes. Rochelle was on my lap nursing a bottle as she lay against my chest, Petra and Ducky were together on the playmat on the floor doing each other’s hair as they sucked their pacifiers, and Athena was back on Illiana’s lap being fed a bottle of her own.

 

“Why don’t you girls tell Athena how old your little self is.” I offered.

 

Rochelle held up a single finger and giggled softly as she nursed her bottle of her Mommy’s milk. “One!” she said when she realized that Athena couldn’t see her holding up the lone digit.

 

Petra shrugged. “Maybe two?” she said. “I like being a baby and wearing diapers, but I also like being able to play and stuff.” she explained.

 

“Samesies.” Ducky said with a giggle.

 

“Well, Athena tends to think she’s a bigger girl than she really is.” Illiana said as she rocked the girl and continued to hold the bottle in her mouth. “On a good day she’s more Petra and Ducky’s age, but when she’s nervous or scared she’s Mommy’s little bundle of joy like Rochelle, isn’t that right, sweetie?” she cooed as she patted the nursing girl’s crinkly bottom through the pastel pink onesie straining to contain the double diapers beneath.

 

I really wanted Athena to be allowed to speak for herself, to help ease her into all of this gradually, but Illiana seemed dead set on throwing the poor girl into the deep end and it both annoyed and concerned me, but I again put my feelings aside and continued to try and be as welcoming to Athena as I could be.

 

“Are you girls hungry?” I asked. “I was thinking maybe we could get Chinese food tonight.” I added.

 

While Petra and Ducky went over the menu and decided what they wanted, I set Rochelle’s empty bottle aside and stood up with her and gently patted her back until she burped for me and set her down on the floor with the other girls with her pacifier going into her mouth.

 

“Illiana, can you help me get the plates and stuff in the kitchen?” I asked.

 

She nodded and mirrored my actions with Rochelle with Athena, burping the small girl before giving her her pacifier and setting her down on the floor.

 

In the kitchen I closed the door over after taking a look out at the four little ones. “So, things are going well for the two of you.” I said as I went to the cabinet and started gathering plates. “Looking at a place together already, huh?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “That girl is like a gift from God.” she said, her face lighting up with the closest thing to glee I’d ever seen.

 

“And she’s alright with how things are happening tonight?” I asked.

 

Illiana rolled her eyes. “Typical Zack, has to be in charge of everyone and everything.” she scoffed.

 

“In my house, yeah.” I said. “I don’t want her to feel overwhelmed and then it causes problems for the two of you.” I told her. “I’m genuinely happy for you, Illiana and I want things to go well for you.” I explained.

 

She sighed. “I’m sorry.” she said. “I just assumed-” she started but I stopped her.

 

“It’s okay, we’re both caregivers, that means equal footing.” I told her. “I just know that I’ve seen a lot of things over the years and I’m pretty good at reading people and-” I paused.

 

“And?” she asked when I didn’t continue.

 

I sighed. “And, it seems very much like you’re overcompensating with her.” I said. “It seems like you’re rushing things with Athena so that everyone here can see you as a Mommy and forget that not all that long ago you were being punished for being a huge brat.” I reminded her.

 

She flushed bright red at the mention of her punishment. “I love her, Zack.” she said forcefully.

 

I took her hands in mine. “I know you do, Illiana.” I said. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.” I told her.

 

She blushed again and nodded softly. “I-” she hesitated. “Some tips from a veteran Daddy might not be the worst thing in the world.” she finally said, looking up at me hopefully.

 

I nodded. “I’m here to help with anything you need.” I told her.

 

She pulled her hands free and hugged me. “I’m sorry I was rude to you.” she whispered.

 

I hugged her back. “I forgive you.” I whispered back.

 

She sighed and broke our embrace. “For what it’s worth, you’re not entirely wrong.” she said, looking down at the floor and playing with the sleeves of her sweater.

 

“About?” I asked.

 

“I love Athena, I’m in love with her.” she clarified. “But it’s a lot different being a Mommy than it is just babysitting for the night.” she explained.

 

I set the stack of plates I’d gathered on the island beside us. “How so?” I asked.

 

“Well, I’ve hurt her feelings a few times now by not seeing the signs that she wants me to go into Mommy mode.” she explained.

 

I nodded. “You don’t want to misread something and try and be Mommy when she’s just looking for her girlfriend to be there for her.” I explained.

 

She nodded vehemently. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “So, I just kind of started being Mommy all the time to make sure that her little side is always taken care of.” she explained.

 

“But now you’re feeling like the adult relationship might be lacking.” I said.

 

She nodded again. “Exactly.” she said. “How do you and Petra do it?” she asked.

 

I smiled. “Years of practice.” I told her. “Pet was up front with me from the jump and made sure I knew all of her tells and hints for when she wanted Daddy and when she wanted Zack.” I explained. “Even with that handy bit of intel we still had awkward situations come up from time to time where I zigged when she wanted me to zag.” I continued.

 

“But it was okay?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “Talk to Athena as equals and have the weird conversation about what you both want and when and how you both can know the signs for given circumstances.” I told her. “And don’t be afraid of her.” I added.

 

“I’m not.” she said.

 

I raised an eyebrow. “Does she know about your punishment?” I asked.

 

She flushed and shook her head.

 

“Then she doesn’t know why you were being punished.” I said.

 

Another head shake.

 

I smiled. “Does she even know that you started out here right where they are?” I asked.

 

She chewed her lip nervously and shook her head again.

 

I nodded. “Have a talk with her and go over all of it, let her know that you’re not a rigid Mommy Domme that is only ever in complete control of everything.” I said. “Show her that you’re a loving and caring person that is admittedly a brat when things don’t go her way but that’s just because you’re kind of a control freak that takes herself too seriously.” I added.

 

“Am not!” she protested with a pout.

 

I chuckled and kissed her cheek. “A brat or a control freak?” I asked.

 

She glowered at me for a moment and then smiled. “Thanks, Zack.” she said as she returned my cheek kiss with one of her own and picked up the stack of plates.

 

“Anytime.” I said. “Oh, and if you need help, I still have those pictures, y’know, for visual aids.” I teased.

 

She stopped in her tracks and tensed up visibly before taking a deep breath and exiting the kitchen without a response.

 

I smiled, pleased with myself as I watched her leave and got together all the things to make bottles of party juice for all the babies.

 

********

 

After dinner, and after cleaning up the messier eaters, and after changing more than one messy diaper, we all settled in at the table to continue the game. Rochelle had been pouting because she couldn’t sit on my lap and didn’t fully seem to understand that she’d be cheating if she could see behind my screen, but I promised her a nice long cuddle before bed and she’d gone to her seat beside Petra without too much of a fuss and returned to her normal bubbly self once Petra had let her nurse from her.

 

Athena was enjoying her party juice while Illiana gently stroked her hair, being careful to avoid eye contact with me for some reason that I was very amused by.

 

Ducky was chugging her own bottle while Petra savored hers with little sucks as she gently rubbed Rochelle’s back as she drank from her.

 

“Alright, last time we played,” I checked my notes, “Shilky was rescued from her kidnapper and everyone was reunited.” I explained. “Rosamund’s diaper is exerting some kind of will on her, making her behave more and more childishly and Naydri is seemingly taking every opportunity to belittle the human bard to increase her humiliation.” I continued. “We learned that the shopkeeper the party rescued was actually an evil sorceress that Naydri killed when she found her communicating with her master in the reflection of the nearby lake. Questions?” I asked.

 

Athena raised her hand sheepishly. “Can I play?” she asked

 

I looked to Illiana who nodded as she cast her eyes downward to avoid making eye contact with me.

 

“What race would you like to be?” I asked her.

 

The small girl got up and toddled over to Illiana’s purse and plucked her phone from it, looking at it and tapping and swiping briefly before returning and holding it up for me to see the image of blue female demon dressed in flowing robes with spheres of energy hovering just above her open hands. “Dis, please!” she chirped excitedly.

 

I beamed proudly. “A Tiefling Wizard, huh?” I asked. “Illiana never mentioned you played.” I said with a warm smile.

 

Athena giggled. “I wanted to surprise her.” she said proudly.

 

“And what’s your name, Lady Wizard?” I asked her.

 

“Lillith!” she exclaimed. “But I’m no lady, Dungeon Master.” she said grimly followed by an adorable giggle.

 

I smiled at her and handed her the character sheet with her character’s name written on it. “If you want to roll your stats real quick, nature calls.” I said, standing up and heading off to the bathroom.

 

When I returned, Rochelle had finished nursing and was now happily working on her first bottle of party juice, Ducky had started a second one and Petra was halfway through with her first as was Athena while Illiana was refilling her glass of wine.

 

“Alright, Lillith, you see a fire off in the distance and approach carefully, ready for trouble should it arise and find a group of companions together around it.” I explained.

 

Athena cleared her throat and shifted to an alarmingly elegant English accent as she spoke, “Greetings, fellow travelers, I don’t mean to intrude but I was wondering if I may rest beside your fire for a bit.” she said.

 

“I place myself between the stranger and Shilky.” Ducky said. “Who are you?” she asked in a much gruffer tone.

 

“My name is Lillith and I’m on a journey to hone my wizard abilities.” Athena explained.

 

“I rush over to Lillith and play with her tail.” Rochelle chirped. “Pretty demon lady!” she squealed in character.

 

Illiana cleared her throat. “I am Esta, this distrustful mountain is Naydri, the little one playing with your tail is Shilky, and the stinky one snoring is Rosamund.” she explained.

 

“It’s lovely to meet you all.” Athena said. “I use a bit of my power to lift Shilky up off the ground and boop her nose with a smile before hovering her to Naydri.” she explained.

 

Rochelle giggled. “Whee!” she squealed once more.

 

“I wake up at the sound of Shilky’s excitement and rub my eyes as I try and figure out what’s happening.” Petra explained.

 

“The enchanted garment around your waist ripples and writhes softly, devouring the contents within leaving you clean and dry but with an almost imperceptible hum in the back of your head that compels you to suck your thumb.” I told her.

 

Petra sighed. “I wiggle my bottom and find that I’m no longer carting around a load of poop and begin to suck my thumb for some unknown reason.” she said flatly getting a peal of giggles from the other littles around the table.

 

“I notice Rosamund sucking her thumb and go to her, kneeling down to where she’s seated on her bedroll.” Athena explained. “Hello, Rosamund.” she greeted warmly.

 

Ducky scoffed. “Don’t waste your time with that one, she’s becoming more of an infant by the minute.” she said in her gruff voice.

 

Athena smiled across the table at Petra. “You know, Rosamund, I have studied conjuration and studied dimensions far different from our own, if you’d like I could use my power to bring something here that you might prefer over that probably filthy thumb.” she cooed sweetly.

 

Petra nodded and hid a smile with her bottle.

 

“Roll for intelligence, please, Athena.” I urged.

 

She rolled her dice and clapped her hands happily, bouncing in her seat with a rustle of her diaper. “I move my hands and begin a quiet chant that brings a pacifier into existence in my waiting hand and offer it to Rosamund with a warm smile.” she explained.

 

Petra blushed softly and smiled. “I look in awe at the object that suddenly materialized in Lillith’s hand and feel something deep within me urging me to take and suck on it.” she explained.

 

“That’s what she said.” Ducky interjected, producing a round of laughter from us all.

 

“I take the offered item and immediately stick it into my mouth feeling instant calm wash over me as a warmth spreads into my diaper without my consent or even realization.” Petra explained with another blush as she went back to her bottle.

 

“I gently pat Rosamund’s head and rise, offering my hand for her to take so that she can join us around the fire.” Athena explained.

 

“As the night creeps on and the fire dwindles to embers you all converse and learn of each other and find that there’s much you have in common.” I said, looking over at Rochelle, her eyes growing heavy. “And that seems as good a place as any to stop for the night.” I added.

 

A wave of whines and groans erupted from the girls.

 

“How about we have a sleep over tonight and tomorrow we can continue playing?” I offered, looking to Illiana for her thoughts.

 

Illiana shook her head. “I didn’t bring any pajamas.” she said.

 

“I’m sure we can find something for you to wear.” I said cryptically, smirking as she squirmed in her chair.

 

“Please, Mommy!” Athena pleaded as she tugged on Athena’s sweater.

 

“I can sleep with Daddy so you can be in the crib with everyone else.” Petra offered.

 

Illiana flushed and cleared her throat. “I’m sure the couch will be fine.” she said nervously.

 

Athena looked at Illiana and then at Petra and back. “Were you a baby too, Mommy?!” she exclaimed, a giggle escaping her lips that she clamped her hand over her mouth to stop.

 

“Oh. Em. Gosh! You never told her?!” Ducky slurred drunkenly. “Daddy, do you still have the pictures?” she asked me.

 

I looked over at Ducky. “Quiet, Ducky.” I told her.

 

Athena’s face lit up at the mention of pictures. “I wanna see your baby pictures!” she declared.

 

Illiana squirmed once more and shot up from her chair and raced off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

 

I sighed and went to Athena and knelt down in front of her. “She was planning on talking to you about it in her own time.” I told her. “Just give her the chance to do that and I know she will, okay?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” she said softly.

 

I stood up and gathered Rochelle up into my arms. “Pet, take Ducky back to the nursery and wait for me, okay?” I said.

 

Petra nodded dutifully and took Ducky by the hand and led her back to the nursery.

 

I reached out my hand to Athena. “If you want to wait for your Mommy to change you, I understand, but if not Petra can handle it if you’d prefer I not do it.” I told her as she took my hand.

 

She shook her head. “I’ll wait for Mommy.” she said.

 

I nodded and led her back to the bathroom door. “Illiana, Athena will be with us in the nursery while I get the girls ready for bed.” I said.

 

The door opened slowly as we turned to continue on and Illiana stood there with eyes red and puffy, her makeup ruined from crying.

 

Athena let go of my hand and practically lunged at Illiana, throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly. “Don’t cry, Mommy!” she said, her voice sounding like she was ready to cry herself.

 

I smiled at Illiana and reached out to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. “You two talk, I’ll get some blankets for you after I get everyone tucked in.” I said, turning to leave again.

 

“Wait!” Illiana exclaimed.

 

I turned again. “Yeah?” I asked.

 

She swallowed hard, her face beet red as she hugged Athena and then pulled the girl away to smile at her. “We can talk in the crib if you don’t think it’s weird that Mommy wears a diaper.” she said softly.

 

Athena kissed her on the mouth, softly at first but then more deeply, bringing soft moans from both of them before they parted. “Wear, wet, mess, I don’t care as long as you’re with me, Mommy.” she said quietly.

 

I smiled and offered my hand to Illiana and led her with Athena holding her other hand back to the nursery to get all the little girls ready for bed.

 

To Be Continued...

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Twelve

Saturday Morning

 

I’d decided the night before to take Rochelle to mine and Petra’s bed to give more space in the crib for the other girl’s now that Athena and Illiana were sleeping over, Petra had surprised me by offering to take Ducky with her to our room as well so that our guests could have a nice night alone together and so it was that I woke the next morning to find myself entangled in a web of arms and legs, various parts of me wet with drool and the smell of wet diaper filling the room.

 

Rochelle was still on top of me, her pacifier dangling by it’s cartoon adorned tether off the side of the bed. Ducky was snuggled up to me with one arm draped over Rochelle and myself and the other disappearing down between my body and hers while Petra had made Ducky her little spoon with her chin atop the girl’s head so she was facing me, her eyes slightly open to keep the light coming in through the curtains from disrupting her comfortable position in bed with her family.

 

“Morning, Pet.” I whispered.

 

She smiled and made a pleased little murmur. “Morning, Daddy.” she whispered.

 

“How’d you sleep?” I asked her.

 

She kissed the top of Ducky’s head softly. “Well, I’m soaked and warm and in bed with the three people I love most in the world.” she mused.

 

I smiled and turned my attention to Rochelle as she stirred atop me.

 

“Time to get up?” Petra asked.

 

I shook my head softly. “She’s dreaming.” I whispered, moving slowly to find the lost pacifier and get it back into her mouth as I rubbed the little girl’s back softly. As soon as it entered her mouth she began to suck and she settled back into her deep sleep breathing, the soft snores coming from her melting my heart.

 

“God, how lucky are we?” Petra asked.

 

I turned my head to her and nodded softly. “I know I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday morning.” I told her.

 

“Or lifetime.” Petra purred.

 

“How do you think Athena and Illiana did?” I asked.

 

Petra shrugged. “Probably fine.” she said. “I think Athena managed to dislodge the stick from Illiana’s ass.” she added.

 

“Language.” I playfully warned.

 

She stuck her tongue out in an equally playful manner. “I’m serious though, Athena seems like a sweet girl and she’s good for Illiana.” she said.

 

I nodded. “I agree, if they can open up to each other about what they want in their relationship like you and I did I think they could be as happy as we are one day.” I said.

 

Petra smirked. “There’s not enough happiness in the universe for them to match us.” she said.

 

We lay quietly for a few more minutes and Petra stifled a giggle, making me turn my attention back to her. “What?” I asked.

 

She shook her head. “I was wishing Ducky and I were in opposite positions so I could suck your dick.” she said with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

 

I smirked back. “Are we planning sex challenges now?” I asked. “Have we become real parents that have to sneak around and hope the kids don’t catch us wrestling?” I asked.

 

She giggled again a little louder. “Right?” she asked. “I mean, how weird is it that the bed is full of nothing but adults but it doesn’t feel that way at all?” she added.

 

“Asks the girl in the soaked diaper under her baby jammies.” I teased.

 

She batted her eyelashes innocently. “I’m serious though.” she said. “I mean, if I wasn’t so goddamned hot for this one I’d adopt her too.” she added, giving Ducky’s hair a little sniff before kissing the sleeping girl’s head again.

 

“Is it weird that the thought of adopting Ducky and you and her having a quasi incestuous relationship is ridonk hot to me?” I asked.

 

She nodded and giggled. “Is it weird that it’s hot to me that that makes you hot?” she asked.

 

Ducky stirred. “Is it weird that I’ve been awake for a while now and all this talk of dick sucking and incest is making me wetter than I already am?” she sleepily murmured.

 

Petra and I both froze, looked at each other and then started laughing uncontrollably waking Rochelle in the process.

 

“Why we laughing?” the sleepy little angel asked as she turned to face Petra and Ducky.

 

“Mommy and Daddy were talking about-” Ducky started to explain before Petra put her thumb in the girl’s mouth to stifle her.

 

“Nothing that you need to worry your pretty little head about, sweetie.” Petra cooed to her daughter.

 

Ducky suckled Petra’s thumb and closed her eyes, the movement near my thigh alerting me to the fact that she was trying to get herself off.

 

“Do you want a change first or milky first?” I asked Rochelle.

 

The little girl looked over at Petra. “Milky!” she burbled happily.

 

I rolled with her and stood up, supporting her squishy bottom as I turned and set her down on the bed. “Then Ducky can have a change first!” I said, as I went around to the bottom of the bed and grabbed Ducky by the ankles and pulled her down under the covers, Petra’s thumb popping from her mouth allowing a disapproving whine to escape her mouth until she was out from under the covers. “There she is!” I cooed, kneeling down with my back to her allowing her to climb on for a piggyback ride.

 

Rochelle crawled into the vacant space Ducky had once occupied and waited for Petra to unzip her pajamas and get her breast out so Rochelle could greedily begin nursing immediately.

 

“Don’t let her have what she wanted.” Petra told me, giving Ducky a warning look as she rubbed Rochelle’s back in little circles.

 

I nodded. “I’ll bring you back a frustrated baby in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” I told her, smiling at the disappointed whimper from my passenger.

 

“I can’t have a change yet, Daddy.” Ducky said as I walked out of the bedroom with her, my arms wrapped around her thighs.

 

“Oh?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Morning poopies.” she told me.

 

I nodded. “I know, honey, but you couldn’t keep doing what you were doing or else you would’ve gotten in trouble with Mommy, right?” I asked.

 

She sighed. “I know, but all that stuff you guys were saying was so unf.” she said, making a satisfied grunt of desire in addition to saying the word.

 

I let her down and turned to face her. “Is that something you would want?” I asked. “To be our daughter like Rochelle?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “I know that I love both of you with all my heart and I never wanna not be with you.” she said. “Do you think Mommy would want that?” she asked.

 

I shrugged. “I suppose we should talk about it, huh?” I asked her.

 

She nodded. “But,” she said as I turned, bringing my attention back to her. “I only wanna do it if it’s sexy.” she said with a decisive nod.

 

I kissed her forehead. “We’ll talk about it, but maybe if the reason is sexiness we should just play pretend instead of making it legal.” I told her, turning away again only to be stopped by her grabbing my hand and pulling me back to face her.

 

“It’s not just sexiness, Daddy.” she said softly. “This is my family and my house and even if I was just your daughter like Rochelle is I’d still be happy because I was loved and safe and cared for forever.” she explained.

 

I smiled and hugged her. “I think that’s enough big, life changing discussion for the morning.” I told her. “How about you do your business so I can change you and then you can have some milky too.” I offered. “Unless Rochelle drank it all up.” I added, tickling her tummy through her pajamas.

 

She giggled and nodded obediently, squatting down in front of me and filled her diaper with a few grunts and stood back up once she was done and climbed back onto my back so we could get to the nursery.

 

********

 

I’d actually forgotten Illiana and Athena were staying the night and opened the door to the nursery without thinking to find the pair of them in only their diapers cuddled together inside the crib, the sound of my entrance waking Athena who covered herself and Illiana with a blanket as she squeaked in surprise.

 

“I’m sorry, Athena, I forgot you guys were here.” I admitted.

 

The smaller girl poked her head out from beneath the covers and flushed. “It’s okay, Zack, we should’ve put our jammies back on.” she said shyly.

 

I went to the changing table and grabbed three diapers, and the wipes and powder. “I’ll change the other girls in our room, sorry.” I said, making a conscious effort not to embarrass the poor girl further by looking her way.

 

“Wait!” she exclaimed.

 

I turned, eyes on the floor. “Yeah?” I asked.

 

“This crib is kinda hard to get out of and I-” she trailed off.

 

“Morning poopies.” Ducky whispered to me, not quietly enough apparently.

 

“That.” Athena said softly. “I’ve never done that before.” she confessed.

 

Ducky giggled. “She’s never pooped!” she exclaimed.

 

I set Ducky down and turned to her. “Take this stuff back to Mommy and tell her I’ll be there in a minute.” I commanded, before turning her around and swatting her butt to get her moving out the door.

 

Satisfied she was obeying me, I backed to the crib and felt for the latch, tripping it and catching the rails to lower them down so Athena could get out. “Bathroom is down the hall on the right.” I told her as I started to walk out.

 

“Wait!” she exclaimed again.

 

I stopped. “Yeah?” I asked.

 

“Can you look at me? It’s weird that you’re not looking at me.” she said.

 

I turned and looked up at her, finding her wrapped up in the blanket except for her head, the sleeping mound of Illiana beneath the covers beside her.

 

“I’m not allowed to take off my diapers by myself.” she told me.

 

I smirked. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” I said.

 

She shook her head. “Last night we talked for a long time, about everything, and we built so much trust and understanding and I’m not going to break her rule and lie to her about it.” she explained.

 

“So, wake her up.” I offered. “She’s your Mommy, right?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “She is, but with everything that we talked about, I don’t know if she’s in Mommy space right now.” she explained. “I don’t want to wake her up and push her into being Mommy if she’s not there first thing in the morning.” she added.

 

I sighed. “Alright, what do you need me to do?” I asked.

 

She blushed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother.” she said sullenly.

 

My Daddyness took hold and I closed the space between us. “Hey, don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I told her. “I haven’t had my coffee yet and I have at least one poopy diaper waiting for me in the other room.” I explained.

 

She nodded. “I understand.” she said.

 

“Look, I can take your diaper off and you can go potty and then come back and get a fresh diaper on and go back to cuddling Illiana, okay?” I asked.

 

She took a deep breath and looked up at me. “Or, you can put the crib side back up and leave, pretend like you never came in and let whatever happens happen.” she mused aloud.

 

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

 

She looked at the snoring lump beneath the covers and then back up at me before nodding. “Sorry for being indecisive.” she said with a smile.

 

I nodded and raised the crib rails again. “For what it’s worth, I know that she won’t mind waking up and taking care of you, she’s good at taking care of babies.” I told her.

 

“Even poopy one’s?” she asked.

 

I chuckled softly. “Once you’ve gotten to know Ducky better you’ll understand that Illiana is especially good with poopy one’s.” I told her before making my way back out of the nursery and shutting the door behind me.

 

********

 

Back in the other bedroom I arrived to find Ducky and Rochelle both nursing from Petra as she stroked both of their heads softly.

 

“Hungry baby’s this morning.” she cooed, smiling up at me as I entered.

 

I nodded and climbed onto the bed, leaning down to sniff Rochelle’s bottom. “Two out of three.” I said. “Or three out of five.” I corrected.

 

“Which one of them?” Petra asked.

 

“Athena is going to pop her butt cherry while Illiana is sleeping.” I explained, getting a gurgling giggle from Ducky.

 

Petra looked up at me in surprise. “She’s never pooped her diaper?” she asked.

 

I shook my head. “Apparently not.” I said.

 

“Wow.” she said in surprise. “I’d figure Illiana would have that girl diaper dependent by now.” she added.

 

Rochelle pulled herself away from Petra and rolled to me. “I know, it’s kind of weird that that’s never happened in all the time they’ve been together.” I said as I picked Rochelle up and expertly burped her before laying her down on the bed and going to work getting her out of her pajamas and changed into a fresh diaper.

 

Petra nodded. “So, Ducky tells me that she’d give up sex to be our daughter.” she explained.

 

I eyed Ducky with annoyance.

 

“Don’t be mad at her, I tortured her for the information.” Petra said.

 

“Nursing is torture?” I asked as I finished wiping Rochelle clean.

 

Petra giggled and shook her head. “Nah, but the threat of cutting her off my milk was enough to make her squeal like a little piggy.” she said, kissing Ducky’s head.

 

Rochelle giggled and dribbled a little pee into the new diaper as I was bringing it up into place. “Piggy!” she gurgled.

 

I scooped Rochelle up and bounced her in my arms. “What does the piggy say, baby?” I asked.

 

Rochelle pressed the tip of her nose upward and made little oinking sounds for me.

 

“Very good!” I praised, kissing her forehead. “And how does Mommy feel about that?” I asked Petra.

 

She smiled. “Mommy is a greedy b-i-t-c-h.” she said, spelling the word as though little ears were actually present. “No way am I giving up having my cake and eating it too.” she added.

 

“So no adoption then?” I asked.

 

Petra looked at Ducky and then to me and shook her head. “I don’t need a piece of paper that says she’s my daughter, if I want her to be my daughter she’ll be my daughter.” she said. “Or kitten, or puppy, or s-e-x doll, she’s whatever I want her to be and she’s happy to oblige, right sweetie?” she asked Ducky.

 

Ducky pulled herself from Petra’s breast and nodded before belching loudly and giggling as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her pajamas. “Yes, Mommy.” she responded before hugging Petra tightly.

 

I set Rochelle down on the bed and went over to Ducky, taking her hand and helping her up and off the bed, laying the changing mat we keep nearby on the floor at the foot of the bed before I unzipped her pajamas and helped her out of them and guided her down onto her back on the mat.

 

“Will Daddy have the privilege of completing a trio of poopy diaper changes this morning?” I asked Petra, looking up at her from the end of the bed.

 

She rolled to her side, slipping her pajamas off her shoulders and got on all fours to shimmy the rest of the way out of them as she crawled to the end of the bed and kissed me passionately on the lips. “Oh, you will, but baby needs her special milk to be able to do that in her diaper.” she said seductively as she dangled her arm off the end of the bed and teased my manhood through my pajama bottoms with her delicate fingers.

 

I finished changing the grinning and giggling Ducky and helped her up from the floor, gathering the two used diapers and handing one to her and the other to Rochelle. “Ducky, take Rochelle to the living room and you two play quietly while Daddy changes Mommy.” I explained. “Throw the diapers in the kitchen trash but do nothing else in the kitchen, okay?” I asked.

 

Ducky nodded dutifully and took Rochelle’s hand, leading the smaller girl out of the room with a knowing glance back to Petra and another giggle before I shut and locked the door behind them.

 

To Be Continued...

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheUnknownAuthor]

On 11/18/2021 at 12:08 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

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Chapter Thirteen

Shifting Dynamics

 

We emerged from the bedroom after mind blowing and admittedly filthy, playtime, a shower together, and a fresh diaper for Petra and made our way out to the living room to check on Ducky and Rochelle, Petra riding on my back the same way Ducky had earlier.

 

She’d opted for no pants to fit in with Rochelle and Ducky, and one of the belly shirts that hugged her milk laden breasts in such a way that she honestly could’ve been ready for a fetish video if one were to spontaneously break out, as is known to happen.

 

“Should I check on Illiana and Athena?” I asked as I let her slide off my back beside her girls.

 

She shrugged and sat down on her padded butt. “As long as breakfast happens soon.” she said dismissively, still high on her adult time with me.

 

“Wanna try that again, Pet?” I asked expectantly.

 

She flinched at the realization of what she’d said and how it sounded and looked up at me with her sweetest smile, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “Please check on Illiana and Athena, Daddy, I miss my friends!” she chirped.

 

I nodded. “That’s exactly what I thought you said.” I told her with a firm pat on the head to let her know that she’d dodged a bullet, or spanking and headed back to the nursery, stopping to knock before I just barged in.

 

“Come in?” came Illiana’s voice, a questioning lilt on the end of the statement.

 

I entered slowly, peeking my head around the door. “Just wanted to make sure you were both good and see if you were ready to come out.” I explained.

 

Inside the crib the happy couple was up on their knees at the railing, Illiana almost looking over the top while Athena was looking through the bars given their height difference. “Why did you knock?” Illiana asked. “It’s your house, Daddy.” she added.

 

I furrowed my brow at her calling me ‘Daddy’ and went to the side of the crib to let it down for them. “Well, I didn’t want to intrude on anything personal.” I explained.

 

Athena blushed and watched the side of the crib come down. “Thank you,” she said softly, adding “Daddy.” almost as an afterthought.

 

I shook my head as I offered my hand to her to help her get out. “You don’t need to call me that.” I told her.

 

She looked at my hand and shook her head, turning around and backing out of the crib on her own, lowering herself to the floor carefully until she was out completely. “Mommy said that you’re Daddy because it’s your house and babies shouldn’t call grownups by their first name.” she explained, sounding like she was repeating something word for word she was taught by hearing it over and over.

 

I smiled at her and looked at Illiana. “She doesn’t have to call me Daddy.” I told her. “And neither do you.” I added.

 

Illiana shrugged. “Your call.” she said simply as she sat and scooted to the end of the crib and hopped to the floor.

 

I realized that neither was wearing any clothes save for the obviously messy diapers they had on and moved to the door to give them privacy.

 

“Where are you going?” Illiana asked.

 

I turned. “I’m going to go get breakfast started and give you privacy to change.” I explained. “You can take a bath if you want, you know where everything is.” I added.

 

Illiana went to Athena’s side and put her arm over the smaller girl’s shoulder. “Babies aren’t supposed to touch their diapers.” she said.

 

I nodded. “Good thing you’re her Mommy then, isn’t it?” I asked.

 

Illiana blushed. “Can’t Mommy have a little baby time with her baby?” she asked.

 

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve already changed three poopy diapers this morning and I haven’t had any coffee yet, please do your job and take care of your baby and yourself, Illiana.” I told her, my Daddy voice beginning to make an appearance.

 

Athena shifted uncomfortably. “Mommy, maybe-” she started to say but was stopped by Illiana.

 

“It’s not very nice to leave babies in messy diapers, Daddy.” Illiana said. “What if we get rashes?” she asked.

 

I shrugged. “Not my problem.” I told her bluntly. “Keep pressing this though, and it will be my problem, and you know how I solve problems.” I warned.

 

Illiana stiffened and sighed. “I just don’t know why-” she started to say before Athena stopped her.

 

“He said no, Illiana!” she shouted, startling both Illiana and I. “If you’re not going to take care of us then I guess I’ll do it!” she spat, grabbing the taller woman’s wrist and yanking her toward the changing table where she stood staring at the various sizes and styles of diaper on offer.

 

Illiana yanked her wrist free. “How dare you talk to me that way li-” she began but was again stopped by Athena as the smaller girl whipped around and advanced on her, standing on her tip toes so she was as up in Illiana’s face as possible.

 

“I have a bag of my own crap strapped around my waist, we both stink, I need coffee as much as Zack does, and we are guests in his house.” she said, hissing each word through gritted teeth. “Now, unless you want me to get really angry, I suggest you jam a thumb or pacifier in that disrespectful little mouth and let me change us.” she added.

 

Illiana’s usually pale complexion grew much whiter and then immediately deep crimson as she looked away from the smaller girl and complied by putting her thumb in her mouth.

 

“I’ll leave you to it.” I said as I backed out the door, keeping my smile hidden until I shut it and hurried to the living room before I burst out laughing.

 

********

 

“I still don’t understand why you won’t tell me what was so funny.” Petra said with a pout.

 

I sipped my coffee and smiled. “Later, Pet.” I told her.

 

Each of my girls was at the table with a bottle of coffee, two empty bottles on the counter beside me as I made waffles for the troop, another batch of coffee brewing as the sound of the nursery door opening got my attention.

 

With Illiana behind her, pacifier in mouth and eyes on the floor, Athena pulled the taller woman behind her confidently. “Sit.” she commanded forcefully after pulling out one of the vacant chairs.

 

Illiana did as commanded and helped scoot the chair close to the table, blushing as she hazarded a look at the other girls seated with her.

 

“Ooh, someone got in trouble.” Ducky said in a teasing, singsong voice.

 

I cleared my throat. “Deandra.” I said with a warning tone.

 

Athena made her way into the kitchen and smiled at me. “Thank you for coffee and breakfast.” she said warmly.

 

I nodded. “You’re very welcome, Athena.” I told her. “Everything okay?” I asked in a hushed tone so only she could hear me.

 

She nodded. “I’m sorry about her behavior.” she said.

 

I waved my hand dismissively. “Nothing to apologize for.” I told her.

 

She nodded again. “You’re right.” she said. “Illiana, come and apologize to Zack.” she called out.

 

Illiana scooted her chair out and scurried into the kitchen, each of the other girls watching her go and turning in their chairs to make sure they didn’t miss whatever was happening.

 

“I’m sorry, Zack.” Illiana said quietly.

 

Athena shook her head. “Louder and more sincere, please.” she commanded.

 

Illiana looked over at the other girls and flushed with embarrassment.

 

“Don’t look at them, look at him.” Athena told her, grabbing Illiana’s chin between her fingers and turning the girl’s head back to me.

 

“Please forgive me, Zack, I’m very sorry.” Illiana said.

 

Athena looked up at me expectantly.

 

“Oh!” I said, realizing I needed to play my part in this demonstration. “I forgive you, Illiana.” I said, patting the girl on the head and smiling warmly, if not a little smugly at her.

 

Athena nodded her approval and smacked Illiana’s thigh. “Go sit down.” she commanded, sending the taller girl hurrying back to her seat.

 

Athena and I shared a smile. “Impressive feat being supremely dominant wearing a diaper and no pants.” I told her.

 

She giggled and blushed. “I’m not going to let her ruin my fun.” she said. “I can top from the bottom if I need to.” she added.

 

********

 

After breakfast, and face and hand cleaning, I got the game set up again while everyone got situated with their fresh bottles of juice, nonalcoholic this time.

 

“The sun rising brings the sound of the various inhabitants of the forest waking for their new day of life, squawking and chittering noises filling the air as creatures big and small scurry about in the trees and underbrush.” I explained.

 

“I wake up to find Shilky snuggled in her carrier on top of me sucking her thumb like a little cutie!” Ducky said with kiss on Rochelle’s cheek.

 

Rochelle giggled and kissed Ducky on the cheek back. “I wake up and smile at Naydri and pull my thumb out of my mouth to kiss her rough Orc cheek” she said.

 

“Good morning, little one, did you have a pleasant slumber?” Ducky asked in her gruff Orc voice.

 

Rochelle nodded. “Yes, Miss. Naydri.” Rochelle said in a slightly deeper but still small voice, her approximation of a Dwarf voice.

 

“I wake up cuddled to Lillith because she was the only one that’s ever been nice to me.” Petra explained.

 

Athena smiled across the table at Petra. “I stir and find Rosamund cuddled in my arms and smile warmly at her.” she explained. “Well, when did you join me?” she asked in her enchanting faux British accent.

 

“I shrug and search desperately for the pacifier Lillith gave to me.” Petra said.

 

“In the night, while everyone slept peacefully, the garment secured around Rosamund’s waist took control of the young Bard, making her crawl in her sleep to Lillith’s bedroll to cuddle with the Teifling Wizard, images of the new companion caring for her as though she were her infant daughter filling her dreams.” I explained.

 

“You won’t find it, dear.” Athena told Petra. “My conjuration’s fade after an hour or so.” she explained.

 

“I pout, my lower lip trembling with want and need against my will.” Petra explained.

 

“I caress Rosamund’s hair softly and shush her as I conjure another pacifier for her, imbuing this one with an enchantment to allow me the ability to carry her as easily as Naydri carries Shilky.” Athena explained, winking at Petra as she smiled warmly at her across the table getting a bashful smile and wink back in return.

 

Illiana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I wake up cuddling Calla, her deep purrs of affection making me smile as I stroke her fur.” she explained, clearly jealous of the way Athena was treating Petra.

 

“I rise with Shilky in her carrier.” We’re off to hunt for breakfast!” Ducky declared, tickling Rochelle’s sides softly as the younger girl leaned back into her contentedly.

 

“I part from Rosamund and examine her diaper.” Athena explained. “Is there no way to remove this, dear?” she asked.

 

“I shake my head, unwilling or unable to stop sucking the pacifier.” Petra explained.

 

Athena furrowed her brow and gave a sympathetic smile across the table. “Well, whatever magic holds that garment to you is also ensuring it stays clean, which I’m sure is a relief to you.” she said.

 

“As if to demonstrate the cleaning abilities of the garment for Lillith, Rosamund grunts softly and proceeds to fill her diaper.” I explained, blowing a kiss at Petra when she pouted at me.

 

Athena smiled. “I pick the girl up and softly bounce her in my arms, patting her lumpy seat to calm her.” she explained. “I suppose that’s what it’s intended for, isn’t it, dear?” she asked.

 

Illiana slammed her empty bottle down, startling all of us and drawing all eyes to her.

 

“Yes?” Athena asked expectantly.

 

Illiana looked around the table at all of us, the gears in her head turning as she calculated her next move, her mouth opening and then closing after a moment.

 

“Do you need another baba?” Athena cooed.

 

Illiana flushed, pouted and threw her arms around Athena. “Please pay attention to me, I’m sorry!” she wailed.

 

Athena slipped out of Illiana’s arms and turned in her chair to hug the bigger woman. “Shh, there’s no need for such an outburst, little one.” she said softly, rubbing Illiana’s back as the muffled sobs continued.

 

“I love you and I’m sorry!” Illiana bawled.

 

Athena nodded. “I know, baby, I know.” she said soothingly. Pulling herself from Illiana she lovingly wiped the woman’s eyes and kissed her forehead. “I love you too, but remember what I said after your spanking?” she asked.

 

Petra looked to me in surprise and mouthed the word ‘spanking’ with a quizzical look on her face.

 

I shrugged and shook my head in genuine ignorance.

 

Illiana sniffled and nodded. “You said I could play the game but I was to be seen and not heard.” she said with a pitiful whimper. “But you’re being so nice to Petra and-” she started but was cut off by her thumb being guided into her mouth by the smaller girl.

 

“Firstly, we are guests in Zack and Petra’s home and I will be as nice to her as I see fit and it’s none of your concern how I do so.” Athena said as she stroked Illiana’s hair softly. “Second, throwing a tantrum is not the way to get me to forgive you.” she continued. “And most important of all, I love you no matter how big of a brat you are, so quiet down and behave yourself or I’ll make sure everyone gets a good show before we leave.” she warned.

 

Illiana sniffled and moved back to her seat, wiping her eyes with her free hand, not daring to remove her thumb from her mouth.

 

Athena pushed her chair back and reached over to get Illiana’s empty bottle, shuffling to the kitchen to fill it with juice before returning and deftly removing Illiana’s thumb from her mouth to swap it for the nipple of the bottle.

 

“I like her, Illiana!” Ducky proclaimed.

 

I cleared my throat and looked at Petra.

 

“Ducky, find your binky and keep it in your mouth until I let you know it’s alright to remove it.” Petra commanded flatly.

 

Ducky scampered out of her chair and to the living room where she returned obediently sucking her pacifier.

 

“Sorry.” I said on Ducky’s behalf.

 

Athena smiled. “It’s alright, I’m glad she likes me.” she said sweetly.

 

“We’ve tried to keep Ducky’s,” I searched for the word for a moment, “outbursts” I said with a polite smile, “at bay, but she’s very quick to share her, often unwelcome, opinion with everyone.” I explained.

 

Athena nodded. “I have kids like that in my class.” she mused. “Kids like this too.” she said gesturing with a thumb back to the sullen Illiana. “They may frustrate, but deep down their good, they just need reminders from time to time.” she explained. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” she asked Illiana.

 

Illiana nodded unseen by Athena.

 

“Yes, ‘Mommy’ will do.” Athena said without turning around to face her girlfriend.

 

Illiana flushed and pulled the bottle from her mouth. “But I’m-” she started to say but was abruptly cut off by Athena.

 

“Clearly you’re not ready to be anyone’s Mommy, Silly Illy.” Athena said cooed. “I’ll hold onto your title and give it back when I feel you’re ready for the responsibility.” she explained.

 

Illiana whimpered and pouted, stomping one foot down on the floor below her chair.

 

Athena turned just enough to look back at Illiana out of the corner of her eye. “Tread carefully, sweetie.” she warned.

 

Illiana sniffled. “Yes, Mommy.” she said as tears welled up in her eyes and she went back to nursing her bottle.

 

Athena smiled with satisfaction. “That reminds me, Zack, Ducky said last night that there were pictures of Baby Illy, here?” she questioned.

 

I nodded and smiled at poor, bratty Illiana. “I can text them to you if you like.” I said.

 

Athena sat back in her chair and patted her girlfriend’s bare thigh. “Send them to Illy, I want her to explain what’s happening in them and why.” she said with a grin like a cat that ate the canary.

 

I pulled out my phone and tapped through the pictures, selecting them for the text and sent them off to Illiana. “There you go, enjoy.” I said to both of them.

 

As I was putting my phone away it started ringing and I pulled it back up, swiping the screen to answer it. “Hey, Dad, what’s up?” I asked as I stood up from the table and held up a finger to everyone to let them know I’d be just a second. I made it to the living room before I stopped in my tracks. “What?” I asked, my mouth dry as I listened to the awful words again. “I’ll get a flight out as soon as I can.” I said, hanging up on him mid sentence and looking for a place to sit before my wobbly legs gave out beneath me, slumping forcefully into the nearby chair.

 

“Zack, what’s wrong, honey?” Petra asked, hurrying from her chair to my side.

 

I felt the tears in my eyes as I struggled to say the words aloud. “My mom, she’s gone.” I managed to say before I dropped my phone onto the carpet and began crying, dimly aware of Petra hugging me and crying and Ducky and Rochelle joining her in hugging me a moment later.

 

To Be Continued...

 

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheUnknownAuthor]

On 11/20/2021 at 12:22 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

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Chapter Fourteen

Preparations

 

“I need to-” a flash of my mom’s smiling face brought another stab of anguish to my heart.

 

Petra rubbed my back. “I’m so sorry.” she said softly, her own crying bringing her words out in a choked sob.

 

I inhaled sharply and forced myself to stand up. “Can you?” I gestured vaguely to the dining room table where Athena and Illiana sat in respectful silence.

 

Petra nodded and wiped her eyes, taking Rochelle and Ducky by the hand. “Go take care of what you need to take care of, I’ll handle everything else.” she said dutifully.

 

I absently nodded and hurried to my office, shutting the door behind me to be alone as I broke down once more.

 

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“Girls, I need you to help me clean everything up, please.” I said as I led Ducky and Rochelle back to the table. “We need to make everything spotless so Daddy doesn’t have to worry about anything except what’s happening, okay?” I asked them.

 

Both girls were crying and clearly worried, but they nodded and began cleaning up as I’d asked them to.

 

“I’ll handle the kitchen.” Athena said as she slid her chair out and got up. “Babe, can you clean up the nursery?” she asked Illiana.

 

Illiana numbly nodded and slid her own chair back and got up, moving swiftly back to the nursery.

 

“You guys don’t have to stay and clean.” I told Athena as she gathered up the bottles from the table.

 

She looked up at me and smiled sympathetically. “It’s literally the least we can do, and then we’ll get out of your hair so you guys can deal with this family emergency.” she said.

 

********

 

I sat in my chair staring at my computer screen, a flight waiting to be booked open on the browser page. I’d remembered the first time I took Petra to meet my parents and it had made me feel better for a small moment and then so much worse.

 

We’d been dating for nearly a year and I’d convinced her to spend Christmas with my family since Thanksgiving had been spent with hers, distance dictating that both families wouldn’t be feasible in one day. We’d driven and used the time on the road to talk about the future and try out some kink stuff on the road, changing her on the backseat of the car at a rest stop, stupid little stuff like that that shaped her comfort zone into something more liberal when it came to public outings, her idea, not mine.

 

We stopped at a gas station just outside the town where my parent’s lived so she could ditch her diaper and freshen up for the big meet and when we finally arrived at my parent’s house my mom gave her the biggest hug that Petra told me later she didn’t believe any hug she’d ever get from anyone would be as loving and satisfying as the one my mother had given her that day.

 

That was my mom, this being of pure love and warmth that inhabited a human body with the sole intent on enriching the lives of those around it for no other reason than to spread joy and happiness every single day of her life. The world was a little colder and a little darker without her in it, and that memory and that thought broke me for the second time in a half hour.

 

********

 

“If you guys need anything, please reach out, okay?” Athena offered as she helped Illiana get her sweater on near the front door.

 

I nodded. “Thank you, Athena, that’s very sweet of you.” I told her.

 

Sweater on and buttoned for her, Illiana rushed to me and hugged me tightly. “We’re here for you guys whenever you need us.” she said softly, rubbing my back as we hugged.

 

“Thank you, Illiana.” I said, trying to keep my emotions in check until they were gone.

 

Athena moved in to hug me after Illiana broke our embrace and backed away. “It was lovely meeting you all.” she said.

 

I nodded. “It was great to meet you too.” I said, my mind wandering from the here and now to Zack.

 

Athena took Illiana by the hand and they waved to us all as they left and I finally felt like I could breathe again and that allowed me to cry again. “Come here, girls.” I said softly, arms open as I beckoned Ducky and Rochelle to me, wrapping my arms around them and kissing their heads as I hugged them tightly.

 

“Is Daddy gonna be okay?” Rochelle asked timidly.

 

I hugged her tighter. “He’ll be fine, sweetie, he just needs us to be here for him when he needs us.” I told her.

 

“I can get Rochelle and I changed and dressed in our regular clothes if that’ll help.” Ducky offered.

 

I nodded and then shook my head. “No, I need to change too.” I said. “I’ll handle the diapers if you two can handle getting dressed.” I told her.

 

********

 

I closed my browser, flight unbooked, and made my way to the door of my office, taking a deep breath and letting it out before putting my hand on the knob and opening the door to step out into the living room. Petra was on the couch with Ducky and Rochelle and all three of them turned in unison, peeking up over the back of the couch at me like a Meerkat family, the image making me break into hysterical laughter that made me sound like an absolute lunatic I’m sure.

 

Worried looks formed on what I could see of their faces and that made me laugh even harder as I stopped walking toward them and braced myself on the small table beside my office door.

 

When I managed to stop laughing enough to tell them why I was laughing I was gifted the sweet sound of Rochelle’s little giggle and Ducky’s goofy grin, but Petra’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

 

“It’s going to be okay, Pet.” I told her as I scooped Rochelle up and took her place on the couch, sitting her on my lap as I took Petra’s hand in mine and kissed the back of it softly.

 

She sniffled. “I’m so sorry.” she said.

 

I nodded and stroked the back of her hand with my thumb as I cuddled Rochelle. “Me too.” I agreed.

 

“She was a wonderful lady.” she said sadly.

 

I swallowed the lump in my throat, wincing at the dull ache it caused and smiled. “She was, and she adored you.” I told her. “And she would’ve smothered you with cuddles and probably spoiled you absolutely rotten with sweets and presents.” I told Rochelle before kissing the top of her head as she snuggled into me, her arms wrapping around my chest.

 

“I wish I could’ve met her.” Rochelle said sadly. “I would’ve told her that she raised an amazing son.” she added with a loving squeeze to my torso.

 

I felt tears form in my eyes and blinked them away. “I was thinking that we could all drive up there for the funeral as a family.” I said.

 

Petra nodded. “Cheaper than flying.” she agreed.

 

Rochelle nodded. “I’d like that.” she said.

 

Ducky remained silent, looking down at her hands.

 

“Penny for your thoughts, Ducky.” I said.

 

She looked up at me suddenly, almost startled by the mention of her name. “Oh, I was just thinking that I’d take care of the house while you guys were gone, keep those crazy parties at a minimum and all that.” she said with an awkward chuckle.

 

I reached over behind Petra and beckoned her closer, putting my hand on her shoulder and rubbing it softly as I pulled her closer, smushing her and Petra together in my embrace. “You’re family too, silly girl.” I chided.

 

She forced a smile and shook her head. “I live here but-” she started to say before Petra stopped her.

 

“The only ‘butt’ we’re talking about right now is yours in the car with us on our family trip.” she said, lovingly patting Ducky’s thigh.

 

I sighed softly and allowed the love collected in our family embrace to push my sadness aside. “We’ll leave in the morning then and be there day after tomorrow which should give us a day with my dad before the funeral and then we’ll do the whole extended family grieving thing and probably head back the following day.” I explained, mapping out the events aloud to organize them.

 

Petra nodded. “Can you miss that much work?” she asked Ducky.

 

Ducky nodded. “I have plenty of time saved up.” she said. “I might take a hit for the short notice, but it shouldn’t be a big deal.” she explained.

 

“I’ll contact my work and set up the bereavement time.” Petra said.

 

I nodded. “I’ll do the same with my work.” I agreed. “After you’re done with that can you help the girls get packed?” I asked her.

 

She nodded. “Need me to pack your stuff too?” she asked.

 

I shook my head. “Just make sure they have something for the funeral and if we need to go shopping today for something we can.” I explained.

 

She nodded. “What about for the drive?” she asked.

 

I smiled. “I’ll make sure there’s a suitcase just for keeping my girls padded.” I told her.

 

She shook her head. “That’s not what I meant, I mean, the last thing you need to worry about is-” she started to argue before I pressed a finger to her lips to stop her.

 

“I need normal right now, Pet, and normal isn’t three adult women in a car with me, it’s three little girls on a road trip with their Daddy.” I explained.

 

“I understand that, but I don’t want you to put too much on your plate with everything else that you have to deal with.” she said, pulling my finger away from her mouth and holding my hand.

 

“Pet, I love you and you’re my everything, and you know that I’d never force you or the girls to be little unless you wanted to be, but this is what I need right now and I promise that it won’t be too much.” I explained.

 

She nodded. “Okay, Daddy.” she said softly. “C’mon, girls, let’s go get packed!” she said, letting go of my hand and patting Ducky’s thigh to get her to stand up.

 

“I need a minute with Rochelle.” I said.

 

Petra nodded and took Ducky’s hand to lead her off to pack.

 

I sat Rochelle up so she was looking at me. “How are you doing, punkin?” I asked.

 

She looked at me sadly. “I feel bad for you and Mommy but it’s also making me think of a lot about my old Mommy and my birth parents and it’s a lot to deal with.” she confessed.

 

I nodded and rubbed her back. “I kinda figured that.” I told her. “Anything I can do to help?” I asked.

 

She shook her head. “Maybe after we get back?” she offered.

 

I nodded and kissed her forehead. “Whatever you need, sweetie.” I told her.

 

She hugged me once more. “Thank you, Daddy.” she said sweetly. “I really am sorry about your mom.” she added.

 

I hugged her back and patted her bottom. “Thank you, baby.” I told her.

 

I helped her off my lap and watched her leave, the sadness welling up again in the quiet alone I’d found myself in once again and I sighed and forced myself to stand up to make arrangements with my work and pack for our trip.

 

********

 

The next morning I woke up first, the bed once again full of sleeping adorableness cuddled on top of or beside me and for a moment I forgot my mother had died and we were going to drive to her funeral and I was happy and fulfilled. When reality set in I hugged Rochelle and swallowed my sadness once again and gently roused the little girl awake on top of me.

 

“Time to get up, girls.” I said softly, gently jostling Petra beside me and Ducky by proxy on the other side of her.

 

No fussing or protests were given as I began the diaper removal assembly line with Petra, having her stand naked off to the side to wait for Ducky and having her do the same to wait for Rochelle who I carried as I led Petra who led Ducky to the big bathroom where I filled the tub and got all of them into it.

 

“I’m going to take a shower in the other bathroom, Pet, make sure you’re all squeaky clean and when you’re done drain the tub, brush your teeth and head to the nursery for me, okay?” I explained.

 

She nodded up at me. “Will do, Daddy!” she chirped before getting a washcloth ready to start washing the tub’s occupants.

 

I went and took my shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and went to get dressed in a shirt and jeans for the drive and went to the nursery to wait for the girls.

 

Another diaper assembly line complete with morning drink order taking, and I left the girls to get dressed while I went and packed the car up and made coffee for everyone, travel mugs all around, Petra’s in purple, Ducky’s in blue, and Rochelle’s in pink while mine was mat black so no one mistakenly grabbed the wrong one.

 

“Alright, this is our first family road trip, so we’re going to go over the rules.” I began as they all took their travel mugs and sipped the nectar of the gods gratefully. “Rule number one: Daddy is in charge.” I said, stating the obvious.

 

“Are you ever not?” Ducky asked teasingly.

 

“Rule two: Diaper changes will happen when we stop either for food or for the night or so Daddy can go to the bathroom, anything outside of that would have to be an emergency situation.” I explained. “Rule three: you can sleep or play or do anything you want as long as it’s not disruptive to me driving, I want us to get there safe and sound.” I said.

 

Rochelle raised her hand. “Daddy?” she asked.

 

“Yes, baby?” I asked.

 

“Wouldn’t we get there faster if we took turns driving?” she asked, her tone a little hesitant.

 

I nodded. “That’s true, but-” I stopped and felt stupid for a moment. “I’m sorry, guys, I’ve been so wrapped up in thinking about you all being little so things can be normal that I ignored that we’re not normal.” I explained.

 

Petra nodded. “I tried to tell you.” she said.

 

I went to her and hugged her. “I shouldn’t have dismissed you, Pet, I’m sorry.” I told her.

 

She hugged me back. “I forgive you.” she said. “Don’t let it happen again though.” she warned playfully, swatting my butt once making me sigh.

 

“I deserved that.” I said. “New rule, be as big or as little as you want and have fun driving with your family.” I added.

 

“If we switch every four hours that should allow us to drive all the way there without stopping for the night.” Petra offered.

 

I shook my head. “I don’t want us on the road overnight, there’s too many drunks and crazies out there for me to feel comfortable doing that.” I said. “We’ll stop for the night as planned but we can switch every four hours like you said.” I told her.

 

“I’ll take over for you and Ducky can take over for me and then Rochelle and then back to you.” Petra offered.

 

I agreed. “Sounds like a plan.” I said. “Is everyone ready?” I asked.

 

Everyone nodded and I nodded once to confirm and grabbed my keys and wallet from the counter and picked Rochelle up and carried her to the door with Petra and Ducky behind us, letting them go out first so I could lock the door behind me and then I armed the house after buckling Rochelle in the back as Petra did the same with Ducky and we reunited in the front seats.

 

“There’s bottles and pacifiers in the diaper bag on the floor between you two.” Petra explained to Ducky as she looked back at her in the rearview mirror. “Make sure you help your sister when she needs one or the other, okay, sweetie?” she added with a wink.

 

I heard the crinkling of Ducky’s diaper as she wiggled happily in her seat at the sound of Rochelle being called her sister. “Yes, Mommy.” she said, her voice full of the smile I knew was on her face.

 

“Everyone ready?” I asked.

 

“Yeah!” Rochelle chirped.

 

“You bet!” Ducky crowed.

 

Petra leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Yes, Daddy.” she said sweetly as she rested her head on my shoulder.

 

“Then here we go!” I declared as I started the car and put it in reverse to back out of the driveway. “Wave bye bye to the house for a little while.” I said.

 

“Bye, house!” Rochelle called out, her hand flailing wildly at the window.

 

As we drove down the block I had a smile on my face as I put my arm around Petra, despite the reason for the trip, I was getting a vacation with my girls and nothing could spoil that, or so I thought.

 

To Be Continued...

[Sarah Penguin]

[kerry]

Wow. I have enjoyed this story for its realistic portrayal of how this kind of makeshift ABDL family would work on a daily basis, but I am blown away by this turn of events. I don't think I have ever read another story where real life intrudes so. randomly and suddenly on the characters' lives, as it does to all of us.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

On 11/26/2021 at 10:50 AM, Sarah Penguin said:

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On 11/26/2021 at 12:27 PM, kerry said:

Wow. I have enjoyed this story for its realistic portrayal of how this kind of makeshift ABDL family would work on a daily basis, but I am blown away by this turn of events. I don't think I have ever read another story where real life intrudes so. randomly and suddenly on the characters' lives, as it does to all of us.

Thank you!

It took me a while to get a handle on this story with regards to what I wanted it to be, but the more of it I write and the more time I spend with the characters I enjoy them and their lives. I don't think I've ever felt as attached to a character from one of my stories as I do with the ones here and I'm happy to hear that this is a positive reading experience as much as it is a writing experience. Thank you again for reading and for taking the time to share your thoughts. ?

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Fifteen

Daddy Of The Decade

 

 

“What was Grandma like?” Rochelle asked.

 

I felt a swell of love for her at her calling my mom ‘Grandma’ and then a pang of sorrow that she’d never gotten to build a relationship with her to allow her to actually call her that to her face, which I knew my mom would’ve adored. I looked back at Rochelle in the rearview mirror, her hair done into little puff balls on either side of her head, her dark eyes looking at me with curiosity in her gaze. “She was a very nice woman.” I told her.

 

“Would you like to hear a funny story about her?” Petra asked as she turned to look back at the girls in the backseat, getting a nod from Rochelle that I could see and an assumed one from Ducky. “Before Mommy and Daddy got married, Daddy took Mommy to meet Grandma and Grandpa and Mommy was very nervous.” she began.

 

I reached over and patted her thigh, looking back at Rochelle in the mirror. “Mommy wet almost as much as you do on our drive to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.” I told her, smiling at the giggles from both girls and the blush and playful pout from Petra.

 

She cleared her throat. “It’s true, Mommy tinkles a bunch when she’s nervous and she didn’t want to have an accident in the car so she wore a diaper.” she explained. “When we got to the town where Grandma and Grandpa live we stopped so Mommy could put on panties and when we got to their house, Grandma hugged Mommy so hard she actually tinkled in her panties!” she exclaimed in the kind of exaggerated shock that one uses when talking to little ones.

 

“You never told me that.” I said softly.

 

She shrugged. “Listen to the story.” she playfully commanded, smiling at me before she turned back to the still giggling girls. “Mommy had put a pad in her panties just in case and never told Daddy about it, BUT,” she exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she paused for dramatic effect. “Grandma found out about the tinkle pad when she caught Mommy sneaking out to throw it away later that night.” she explained.

 

I looked back at Rochelle and smiled at her sitting forward in her seat, entranced with Petra’s story, her little hands cupping her little chin as she listened intently. “What happened?!” she asked eagerly.

 

“Well, she pulled Mommy aside and put her hand on Mommy’s shoulder and apologized for intruding in Mommy’s business, but wanted to make sure everything was alright with Mommy.” Petra continued, a smile on her face as she wiped her eyes quickly, “Grandma said that she needed to make sure her future daughter wasn’t sick or hurt or anything bad.” she said, her voice thick with emotion as she held back tears. “She was instantly the most loving and sincere woman Mommy had ever met, and Mommy told her everything about herself that night while Daddy and Grandpa caught up in the garage.” she said.

 

“Did you tell her about Daddy being Daddy?” Ducky asked.

 

Petra looked over at me, blushed and nodded softly. “Nothing felt off limits, she was so disarming and easy to talk to.” she confessed.

 

To say that I was surprised was an understatement, I mean, my parents knew about mine and Petra’s dynamic from, what I thought had been my mom accidentally opening the door to the nursery when they’d come to visit us after we’d gotten married and moved into our house, but now I was learning that my mom had known about everything before we’d even gotten married. “And she could keep a secret.” I told Rochelle, looking over at Petra to let her know that this was all news to me, placing my hand on her thigh again to let her know that I wasn’t mad for her not telling me the truth.

 

“What did she say when you told her all that stuff?” Rochelle asked.

 

Petra smiled and wiped her eyes again swallowing hard. “She took my hand in hers and smiled at me and thanked me for opening up to her and sharing my true self with her.” she said. “And then she told me that Daddy was a very lucky man to have found such a wonderful girl and that she considered herself lucky to have met me.” she added, turning back around to grab a tissue from the glove compartment to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

 

“Does Grandpa know all that stuff?” Ducky asked.

 

I nodded and told them the story of the nursery being discovered, them giggling at me explaining that my dad had looked at me and asked nervously if it was mine or Petra’s.

 

Petra giggled. “He wondered because Daddy used to wet his bed until he was a teenager and Grandpa thought maybe it had made him into a big baby.” she explained.

 

I shot her a glance as peals of little giggles erupted from behind me.

 

“I’ll take the spanking, I don’t care, that’s a funny story.” she said between snorting giggles that brought more giggles.

 

Despite myself I began to laugh, remembering my mom clutching onto my arm, stroking it softly as she faced my dad. “Henry, it’s not our business!” she’d chided.

 

Once the air was cleared and the truth had come out, my dad had hugged Petra and jokingly apologized for trying to give away her room to me to which my mother had reassured her that it was quite an adorable room, to which Petra had turned about seventeen shades of crimson at as she nervously giggled.

 

“Besides, read the room, Daddy, no one here can judge you for wetting the bed when you were growing up.” Petra reminded me.

 

Rochelle nodded. “I still wet the bed, Daddy!” she proudly declared.

 

“Me too!” Ducky agreed.

 

Petra winked at me. “Me three.” she said.

 

I nodded. “Alright, it’s not a big deal, you’re all right.” I said. “No spanking for Mommy.” I announced. “At least not for that.” I said just loud enough for Petra to hear.

 

********

 

I exited the freeway at the first whiff of a messy diaper, no one making any attempt to claim ownership of their deed and pulled into the large parking lot of one of those mega rest stops that are as big as a box store and pride themselves on clean bathrooms and good prices for gas and food.

 

“Who’s stinky?” I asked as I parked the car.

 

Petra shook her head when I looked at her, Rochelle was asleep and Ducky was conspicuously silent.

 

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, stretching before closing it behind me and opened the door to the backseat. “C’mon, sweetie.” I said as I knelt down and unbuckled Ducky’s seatbelt for her and grabbed the diaper bag as I took her hand in mine, closing the door behind her once she’d stepped out.

 

“I could use a change too.” Petra said as she got out of the car and did her own stretching.

 

I nodded. “I’m sure Rochelle is soaked by now too.” I said.

 

“I can change Ducky here if you want.” Petra offered.

 

I shook my head. “Better to handle this job inside.” I told her. I went to Petra and kissed her, “I think Ducky could use some Daddy time.” I told her. “Keep an eye on Rochelle and I’ll change you both when we get back.” I said.

 

I led Ducky to the entrance and greeted the workers behind the registers when they greeted us and headed back to the bathrooms, entering one of the one’s meant for “families” where I unlatched the clasp on the changing table that held it closed on the wall and set the diaper bag down on it once it was flat.

 

Standing awkwardly, her thumb in her mouth, her green eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lighting in the bathroom, Ducky was every bit as beautiful and adorable as Rochelle and Petra, but had only recently, with Petra’s “help”, allowed herself to be dressed in more feminine attire. Where the little half Asian and half African American girl with the caramel colored skin would’ve worn jeans and a t-shirt, she was now dressed in a modest length skirt with light purple and black plaid checkers on it, her white tights beneath showing her skinny legs and a light gray sweater over a white blouse top, the chunky, little girl styled black patent leather shoes both tied the outfit together while also dropping her assumed age by a few years.

 

I knelt down in front of her and brushed a strand of her dark hair aside before fixing the white cat head hair clip that kept strands like that from covering her face. “Hey, pretty girl.” I said with a smile as I softly stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Ready to get out of that yucky diaper?” I asked.

 

She nodded and pulled her thumb from her mouth. “I’m not pretty, Daddy.” she quietly protested.

 

I nodded. “Oh, but you are!” I told her as I removed her sweater, unbuttoning the little gold trimmed buttons for her, folding the garment up neatly and laying it beside the diaper bag. “You’re one of the three prettiest girls I know!” I added.

 

She shook her head. “Nuh uh!” she declared.

 

“Yes huh!” I told her as I unbuckled her shoes for her and unclasped her skirt, helping her step out of it to fold it up and place it on top of the sweater, turning back to slip the blouse top off over her head, leaving her in just her tights and diaper.

 

“You think so?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “I know so, sweetie.” I said as I picked her up and sat her down on the changing table, laying her back so I could remove her tights and set them with the other clothes.

 

She chewed her thumb as she moved to help me get her tights off. “Daddy?” she asked.

 

Getting the necessary items from the diaper bag I turned to look down at her. “Yes, baby?” I asked.

 

She wiggled and smiled bashfully. “I love you and you’re a good Daddy.” she told me, sitting up to peck my cheek before laying back down.

 

I bent down and kissed her forehead. “I love you too, Ducky, you’re a very good baby.” I told her.

 

“Daddy?” she asked as I went to work cleaning her up.

 

“Yes, baby?” I asked.

 

“Can we play pretend on this trip?” she asked softly.

 

I looked up in confusion at her. “What do you mean, sweetie?” I asked.

 

She chewed her thumb more and shrugged softly. “I dunno, like maybe if I wanted to pretend to be your daughter like how we were talking yesterday.” she said quietly, her thumb moving more and more into her mouth by fractions of an inch as she spoke.

 

I sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Ducky, but we can’t do that.” I told her bluntly.

 

Her expression was wrought with stunned sorrow. “Oh.” she said as her thumb planted firmly into her mouth.

 

“Because you already are my daughter, silly girl!” I cooed, tickling her sides playfully to get her to start giggling.

 

She had already started to cry and abruptly stopped, choking on her own spit as she began to giggle at my tickling. “That was mean, Daddy!” she exclaimed with a pout. “I thought you were serious!” she said, wiping the remnants of budding tears from her eyes.

 

I kissed her tummy. “Ducky, you live in my house, you nurse from my wife, you sleep in our bed, I change you, feed you, bathe you, if you don’t think you’re already a daughter to me then I don’t know what else I can do to show you.” I explained.

 

She was quiet for a long time as I finished getting a clean diaper on her. “Can I have the paper like Rochelle?” she asked sheepishly.

 

I pulled her up into a seated position. “Is that really what you want?” I asked.

 

She looked at me with those sparkling green eyes and smiled. “Yes please, Daddy.” she said with a nod.

 

“Can I ask why?” I asked.

 

She raised her arms to allow me to slip the sickeningly pink onesie Petra had packed for her onto her, spreading her legs to allow me to snap it closed. “Mommy’s story earlier made me think about how disappointed my real mom is with me and my life choices, great shame to my family and all that.” she said, lifting her legs one at a time to let me put the frilly ankle socks on her feet. “It hurts a lot to not have a parent love you for who you are and even though I would marry Mommy in a second because of the way I feel about her as a grownup,” she explained, avoiding looking up at me as I pulled the light purple shortalls from the diaper bag and began unfolding them, “I wouldn’t trade having a Mommy and Daddy that love me no matter what for anything in the world.” she said, finally looking up at me as I guided her feet into the legs of the shortalls.

 

“Ducky,” I started as I lifted her up from the table and set her down on her feet as I finished putting the shortalls on her and buttoned the straps into place. “having the piece of paper that Rochelle has doesn’t do anything more than make you legally our daughter.” I explained as I knelt down and snapped the buttons on the inner thigh and crotch of her outfit. “Would that piece of paper make you feel more loved?” I asked.

 

She shook her head.

 

“And would it mean that you were any more a member of our family than you already are?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “It would be official.” she mumbled.

 

I hugged her. “Sweetie, it’s a big decision that I don’t think any of us are ready to make right now.” I told her.

 

She nodded. “I know, Daddy, but,” she hesitated and sighed but didn’t finish her thought.

 

I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes. “You can tell me anything, Ducky.” I reminded her.

 

A tear rolled down her cheek. “I just,” she sniffled softly, “I guess I do need it to be official.” she confessed. “I hate feeling like you and Mommy are just telling me what I want to hear to keep me happy but you don’t really mean it and when you get tired of me you’ll send me away.” she hurriedly said as though the words were fire burning her mouth.

 

I hugged her once again as she began sobbing and I picked her up and held her in my arms. “That would never, ever happen, Deandra.” I reassured her as I rubbed her back. “If you need it to be legal then we’ll make it legal once we get back home, okay?” I asked her.

 

She clung to me as she sobbed. “You mean it?” she asked.

 

“I do.” I told her. “But there will be rules.” I warned.

 

She nodded.

 

“No, you can’t blindly accept them, we’re going to sit down as a family and go over what you being our daughter will mean and both you and Petra have to agree to them.” I told her. “This is her decision too.” I reminded her.

 

She sniffled and nodded as I set her down. “Yes, Daddy.” she said softly, the hint of a grin forming as her thumb went into her mouth.

 

********

 

Petra was all smiles when we returned to the car, Ducky climbing into the backseat beside her as she held Rochelle while the smaller girl nursed. Her smile faded when she saw Ducky’s puffy, red eyes. “What happened, baby girl?” she asked, reaching out to stroke Ducky’s cheek.

 

Ducky shook her head. “I’m okay, Mommy.” she said softly around her thumb, leaning over to rest her head on Petra’s shoulder.

 

Petra looked up at me as I knelt down to buckle Ducky in.

 

Our eyes met and I smiled. “Nothing to worry about, we just revisited the adoption conversation.” I calmly told her.

 

Petra turned her head and kissed the top of Ducky’s head. “Sweetie, why were you crying?” she asked.

 

Ducky shrugged.

 

“Deandra, Mommy asked you a question.” Petra warned calmly.

 

Ducky pulled her thumb from her mouth. “It’s dumb.” she said, absently kicking her feet as she stared at them.

 

“Well, it couldn’t have been too dumb if it made you cry.” Petra offered.

 

Ducky sighed. “I need the paper.” she said. “I need to know that you and Daddy want me forever.” she added.

 

Petra pulled Rochelle from her breast and helped the girl sit back up and reached over to unbuckle Ducky’s seatbelt so she could guide the girl down to her other breast once she’d covered up the first one and uncovered the other. She softly stroked Ducky’s hair as the girl latched on and nursed and smiled down at her. “In a million, billion years, I never would’ve imagined that my sister, best friend, girlfriend, secret wife, and daughter would’ve all been the same person and would’ve turned out to be you.” she explained in her most maternal and soothing voice, the one that she’d instantly created when we adopted Rochelle. “It hurts my heart that you have doubts about our love for you that you would need a silly piece of paper to confirm what you should already know by now, but you’ve always been a silly girl, and a needy baby,” she teased, patting the girl’s bottom softly, “and if you need that piece of paper then we’ll get you that piece of paper.” she said.

 

“I told her we’d talk about rules for how that would work once we got back home.” I said as I opened the other door and plucked Rochelle out, setting the little girl on my hip.

 

Petra shook her head. “She knows what she’s giving up and what she’s asking me to give up to make this happen.” she told me.

 

Ducky started to pull away but Petra stopped her, holding her to her breast gently with a hand on the back of her head.

 

Petra shook her head and smiled down at her. “No more talk.” she said, her tone reassuring and loving. “We’ll adopt you as soon as we’re back home, but we’ll just live the life until then, okay?” she asked.

 

Ducky nodded softly.

 

I could see they were both on the verge of tears. “Hey, it’s Rochelle’s turn to go inside for a change, so I’ll give you two some alone time.” I said before closing the door of the car.

 

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Petra had packed a pastel yellow onesie with a cartoon bumblebee on the left breast appliqued on it, a light blue denim overall, jumper...thing, basically overall straps connected to a skirt, and if I could’ve, I would’ve eaten that little cutie right up once I got her changed and dressed. “Aren’t you just the most precious little girl!” I cooed as I picked her up and cuddled her while I disposed of her messy diaper and sat her on the counter to wash my hands.

 

She giggled and kicked her legs. “Fank yoo, Daddy.” she said in her melodious little voice.

 

“Is someone a very little girl today?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “I’ll still drive when it’s my turn though.” she assured me, shifting back to her normal adult voice.

 

I dried my hands and picked her up once more, supporting her butt with my forearm as I picked up the pacifier clipped to the strap of her outfit and popped it into her mouth. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I let a very little girl drive a great big grownup car?” I teased, tickling her tummy to produce a giggle from her as she wiggled in my arms.

 

She settled back down and draped her arms over my shoulders, her head resting on my shoulder beside her arm. “Can I get you a present, Daddy?” she asked.

 

I thought for a second. “Daddy doesn’t need anything, baby, he has everything he could ever need in you and Mommy and Ducky.” I told her.

 

She made a pleasant murmuring sound. “You need this though.” she said with a little decisive nod.

 

“Oh yeah?” I asked as I opened the restroom door and headed out into the main building.

 

“Uh huh.” she said with another little nod.

 

I bounced her softly as I walked to the front door with her. “Well, if you say I need it, then I guess I need it.” I told her.

 

When we reached the car Ducky was seated again and Petra was wiping the girl’s eyes with a tissue that she then held to her nose for Ducky to blow when commanded to, after a boogie check and a kiss on the forehead Petra scooted to the door and got out of the car, standing beside me as I set Rochelle down in her seat and buckled her in.

 

“I know you have a rule about poopy changes in the car, but I don’t feel comfortable leaving them alone.” Petra whispered to me.

 

I nodded. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I told her. “Get in and I’ll pull around someplace a little more private.” I said as I started to walk around the car.

 

She grabbed my arm to stop me. “No spanking for telling your bedwetting secret.” she said. “Public humiliation instead.” she said. “Please.” she added quietly.

 

I raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Without Ducky to scratch my itches, you’re going to be a very busy Daddy until I get her out of my system.” she explained.

 

I smirked. “Pervert.” I teased, taking her hand and leading her to the back of the car where I opened the back door and set the diaper bag down, getting the plastic changing mat out and spreading it out in the large open area between the luggage. “Do you need a safe word?” I asked.

 

She shook her head as she climbed up into the back and situated herself on the mat. “No, but as long as you don’t have your way with me we should be good.” she said.

 

I nodded and began undressing her, removing her shoes and socks and then her jeans and went to work changing her messy diaper, taking my time to tease her under the guise of thoroughness, getting her pacifier from the diaper bag to stifle her increasingly loud pleasure sounds before I got a fresh diaper taped on her. “See that trash can?” I said, pointing to a large can about a hundred and fifty feet away.

 

She nodded.

 

“Go throw that yucky diaper away for Daddy in that.” I commanded as I packed everything up and slipped her shoes back onto her feet before pulling her out and standing her up in front of me.

 

Her eyes went wide as she looked over at the can and then back to me, looking down at herself in only her diaper and t-shirt.

 

“One.” I warned, beaming proudly as she whimpered and turned to toddle off to the trashcan. When she got back to the car I stopped her from getting into the front seat. “I think you’d be more comfortable with the other babies, don’t you?” I asked, reaching behind her to pat her bottom firmly to make a loud thud with each hit.

 

She flushed and climbed into the backseat, crawling over Rochelle’s lap to take her place between our daughters.

 

I leaned in and buckled her seatbelt for her and fished into the small refrigerated pack we had with bottles and water and snacks and pulled out an apple juice bottle for Rochelle and Ducky and a breast milk bottle for Petra.

 

She glowered at me but just let her pacifier drop from her mouth to take the nipple of the offered bottle and began nursing just the same as the other girls.

 

Once I got into the driver’s seat I moved the rearview mirror to look back at my angels, all changed, all dressed in more age appropriate clothing, all nourished with Mommy’s milk, and all mine and I smiled. “Good news, girls, Daddy won’t make any of you drive, you can all just relax or play or nap until we stop again, sound good?” I asked.

 

Rochelle nodded, Ducky gave a thumbs up, and Petra smiled behind her bottle and blinked three times slowly and deliberately, a system we’d worked out for her to tell me she loved me without having to stop drinking a bottle or sucking one of the numerous things she might find lodged in her mouth at any given point of our marriage.

 

I reached back and gave her knee and little squeeze to let her know I shared her feelings and pulled out of the parking lot to get back on the road.

 

To Be Continued...

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Chapter Sixteen

Pick A Lane

 

Two hours had passed since we’d stopped for fresh diapers for my passengers and my stomach was starting to growl. I looked back in the rearview mirror and saw Rochelle and Ducky resting their heads on Petra’s shoulders while Petra rested her head on Ducky’s, all three out cold. I took note of the “gas, food, and lodging” sign and pulled off at the designated exit, driving past the gas stations and heading for a restaurant that sounded good to me and would satisfy the girl’s, pulling into a parking space and turning in my seat to gently rouse with a soft shake of her knee.

 

She woke with a start, her soft snore taking on a grating rasp as her head lifted and her eyes blearily opened. “I’m up!” she exclaimed, moving to get out of her seat only to be stopped by her seatbelt, she furrowed her brow in confusion and whined as she tried again with similar results.

 

“Pet, you’re still buckled in, silly.” I told her, delighting in her blush and little pout as she sleepily fumbled to unbuckle herself.

 

Rochelle yawned and sat up, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. “Are we there, Daddy?” she asked.

 

I smiled at her. “Not yet, baby, Daddy stopped for some food and wanted to see if there were any hungry tummies back there.” I told her.

 

Ducky sat up and rubbed the sleep form her eyes before she stretched. “What kinda food, Daddy?” she asked.

 

“Burgers.” I told her.

 

“Can I have nuggies?” Rochelle asked.

 

I nodded. “How do we ask?” I asked.

 

She giggled. “May I please have nuggies, Daddy?” she asked.

 

I nodded again. “Yes you may, sweetie.” I told her. “What about you two?” I asked Petra and Ducky.

 

“I want a big bacony burger!” Ducky exclaimed.

 

I chuckled. “Awake for ten seconds and ready to eat, huh?” I asked.

 

Petra patted Ducky’s thigh. “When is she not ready to eat?” she asked. “I want a shake.” she added.

 

“A shake is not a meal, Pet.” I reminded her.

 

“I know.” she agreed. “Maybe I’ll have some of Rochelle’s nuggies.” she said, playfully tickling the little girl’s tummy.

 

Rochelle giggled and squirmed to try and escape, her seatbelt keeping her in the danger zone. “Mommy, those nuggies are for me!” she squealed.

 

Petra stopped tickling her and kissed her head, turning with a rustle of her diaper to Ducky who she began tickling. “Maybe Mommy needs to have some bacon burger then!” she playfully threatened.

 

Ducky mirrored Rochelle’s giggling and escape attempt with similar result. “Mommy, I need that to grow big and strong!” she protested.

 

Petra blew a raspberry with her tongue. “Looks like no one will share with me!” she said in feigned exasperation as she turned to face me.

 

“If you’re not hungry enough for grownup food I can get you another bottle of milk.” I teasingly offered.

 

Petra smirked. “I know you’re joking, but my milk tastes really freaking good!” she declared, Rochelle and Ducky nodding in agreement.

 

I laughed and patted her knee. “I think we should probably save that for the actual babies, wouldn’t you agree, Mommy?” I asked her.

 

She stuck out her tongue. “Mommy can have as much of her milk as she wants, sir.” she playfully argued.

 

I rolled my eyes. “Alright, nuggies, bacon burger, and…” I said, turning around and starting the car, looking back at Petra expectantly.

 

“A chicken sammy, please.” she said with a big, cheesy grin plastered across her face.

 

*********

 

I pulled the car around back to the parking lot after getting our order at the drive-thru and parked. “There’s a table over there we can eat at.” I said, turning off the car.

 

“Umm, I don’t have anything on over my diaper, Daddy.” Petra reminded me.

 

I nodded. “I know.” I said, getting out of the car and going back to open Ducky’s door and help her out, handing her the bags of food as I looked into the car at Petra.

 

She flushed. “May I please have pants to cover my diaper, Daddy?” she asked.

 

I stroked my chin thoughtfully as I pretended to consider her request. “Didn’t you want public humiliation instead of a spanking?” I pondered aloud.

 

“I already carried my dirty diaper to the trash can in the parking lot without pants on!” she whined.

 

I closed the door and smiled, pleased with myself as I went to Rochelle’s side and opened the door, leaning in to unbuckle her seatbelt and help her out of the car, picking her up and placing her on my hip as I looked in at Petra once more. “I think I saw a pair of sweatpants in the diaper bag.” I told her, closing the door to allow her some privacy before going back to Ducky and taking her hand so we we could wait for Petra.

 

Emerging from the car a few moments later, Petra joined us with a renewed blush and a pout on her face. “They weren’t sweatpants.” she told me.

 

I knew what they were when I’d told her they were sweatpants and smiled at her as I took in the sight of her bulging, rustling bottom straining against the tight fabric of the black yoga pants she was now wearing, the one’s that were just big enough to fit over her diaper but not big enough to completely cover it in the back ensuring that if she leaned forward and her shirt rode up, several inches of the back of her diaper would be on display for anyone that cared to look.

 

She took Ducky’s other hand and we crossed the parking lot together, and got settled at the table, Ducky and Petra across from me and Rochelle on my lap. I set up Rochelle’s nuggets on the wrapper of my burger, making sure she had her little dipping cup of honey mustard and watched Petra get Ducky’s food set up for her like the good Mommy she was and then we ate our lunch, the conversation at the table mostly centering around how long the drive would be and where we’d be staying when we stopped for the night.

 

Once Rochelle had finished her nuggets she lay back against me and popped her pacifier into her mouth, sighing contentedly as I softly bounced her, sure she’d be asleep again once we got back on the road.

 

“I can take over driving if you want a break, Daddy.” Petra offered as she diligently wiped Ducky’s hands and face with a napkin once the girl had finished her burger.

 

I shrugged. “If you want to, but I’m fine, hon.” I told her.

 

“I can drive too, Daddy!” Ducky chimed in.

 

I smiled at her and nodded. “I know you can, honey, and Daddy appreciates the offer, but it might be a good idea if either Mommy or Daddy drives since we’ve been where we’re going before.” I told her.

 

She nodded and finished her drink, making empty sucking noises with her straw until Petra gently pulled the cup from her hands and set it on the table, putting Ducky’s pacifier into the girl’s mouth before gathering up all the trash in front of them. “Can you throw this away for Mommy?” she asked Ducky.

 

With a little salute, Ducky took the trash and wandered over to the can a few feet away.

 

“I want to have some time with her in the front seat if it’s okay with you.” Petra whispered once Ducky was out of earshot.

 

I nodded. “You got it, babe.” I said. I kissed the top of Rochelle’s head and gently rubbed her tummy as I bounced her on my lap. “Looks like we’re backseat buddies, little one.” I told her, getting a sleepy little giggle from her.

 

********

 

Back on the road, Rochelle and I in the back and Petra driving with Ducky beside her, I looked at my phone while casually eavesdropping on the up front goings on and making sure Rochelle was comfortable as she lightly snored beside me, head resting on the pillow I’d put between us to keep my shoulder covered for her to go back to sleep.

 

“So, what’s your ultimate goal as our daughter?” Petra asked.

 

“What do you mean?” Ducky asked.

 

“Well, Rochelle will, more than likely, meet someone and move out and get married and start her own family, so I’m curious if that’s what your goal is as well.” Petra explained.

 

Ducky shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it.” she admitted.

 

Petra reached over and took Ducky’s hand in hers. “You need to, Deandra.” she said. “You’re going to get older, we all are, and yes, you and Rochelle will always be our daughters, but I don’t think you’ll always want to be our babies.” she added.

 

“You don’t know that.” Ducky said, a hint of petulance in her voice.

 

Petra nodded. “I do.” she said, sighing softly. “I know you, Deandra, I know you’re a woman with needs and wants and as our daughter you’ll have to look outside our house for those things to be fulfilled.” she explained. “Unless you plan on giving up sex for the rest of your life.” she added.

 

“I figured you and I could-” she started before Petra cut her off.

 

“No.” she said simply, shaking her head. “I will be your mother, or your lover, but not both.” she said firmly.

 

“But before you said-” Ducky started to argue.

 

“I’ve thought about it, and it’s wrong.” Petra said. “I need to have a clear role when it comes to you, Deandra, otherwise I’ll feel like something I want isn’t being satisfied.” she explained. “When we adopt you that’s you becoming our daughter and I will love and support and protect and care for you, but I won’t do anything naughty with you.” she continued.

 

Ducky was silent for a moment. “Wouldn’t it be weird for me to start dating?” she finally asked.

 

Petra nodded. “It might, but look at Athena and Illiana.” she offered. “I just want you to have a trajectory for your life in mind.” she added.

 

“Can I think about it?” Ducky asked.

 

Petra nodded. “Of course, I’m not trying to pawn you off on someone tomorrow.” she said. “When we adopted Rochelle she needed to be a very little baby for a while because she was hurting, we allowed that and cared for her and now she’s growing up a little bit each day while she deals with everything and see’s a counselor.” she explained.

 

“I don’t need to be a very little baby.” Ducky said.

 

Petra pulled her to her and kissed the top of her head. “I know, sweetie.” she said. “You do need to decide what age you would like to be treated as though.” she added. “We’d hate to baby you when you needed to feel more independent or give you responsibilities when you needed to be little and make things confusing or unhappy for you.” she explained.

 

“Mommy?” Ducky asked after a long silence.

 

“Yes, baby?” Petra asked.

 

Ducky sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I umm, I wanted to say that I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings by wanting to be your daughter more than I wanted to be your girlfriend.” she said. “I just, I love you so much and Daddy too, and sex is sex but having loving parents and being part of a family is something that I’ve always needed but never felt like I would ever have.” she explained.

 

Petra nodded. “I know, baby.” she said. “Mommy isn’t hurt, she’s going to miss that relationship for a while, but having you as a daughter is going to be so much fun for both of us.” she said, her voice quavering as she tried not to cry.

 

I cleared my throat. “If you need me to take over I can, Pet.” I said softly.

 

Petra nodded. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t think this was going to turn into a big sob fest.” she said as she started to pull off the freeway to a grocery store parking lot.

 

I hugged her as we stood outside the car together to switch places. “I’m really proud of you, Pet.” I told her. “You’re an amazing woman.” I added, kissing her softly on the lips.

 

She murmured happily as she kissed me back and nodded. “Thank you.” she said softly as she opened the back door and climbed in.

 

Ducky remained in the front seat to my surprise.

 

“You sure you don’t want to be back there with everyone else?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Am I making the right choice, Daddy?” she asked.

 

I shrugged and started the car. “I’ll help you girls with anything and everything that’s within my power, honey, but deciding whether to be adopted or keep things how they are isn’t something I can help you with, I’m sorry.” I told her.

 

“Can Petra and I have a room alone tonight when we stop, Daddy?” she asked.

 

I sighed. “Ducky, are you a grownup that plays baby or a baby that plays grownup?” I asked.

 

“Grownup.” she said softly, chewing her bottom lip.

 

“Then please, for everyone’s sake, act like it.” I told her, trying to keep my tone even despite being annoyed. “Whatever you want you need to be able to say it.” I said. “And no, you cannot have a separate room.” I added. “I’m tired of this wishy washy back and forth, if you want to be adopted then commit to it, if you want to be an adult that has sex with Petra but also gets to play baby then commit to it, but if you keep this indecisive shit up I’m going to have to insist that you do it in your head until you figure it out because it’s getting old.” I snapped.

 

Ducky stared in disbelief, her bottom lip trembling as her eyes began to water. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” she mumbled. “I wasn’t trying to be annoying.” she added with a sniffle as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

 

I turned off the car and got out, going around to her side and opening the door where I unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her out and up into my arms, rubbing her back softly as she began to cry in earnest. “Hey, I’m sorry I lost my patience, okay?” I asked. “I’ve got a lot of things on my mind right now and I just lost control for a second.” I explained.

 

She shook her head. “You’re right.” she said. “I’m sorry.” she added between stifled sobs.

 

Petra had gotten out of the car and came up beside us. “I think she needs some special attention.” she whispered to me.

 

I set Ducky down and watched Petra take her hand and lead her back to the backseat of the car and went around to my side to get back in and start the car, looking back in the rearview mirror at Petra getting Ducky settled at her breast while her hand went between the girl’s thighs and deftly unbuttoned the snaps at the crotch of her shortalls and onesie beneath, gently pressing into the front of the obviously wet diaper beneath. We exchanged looks in the mirror and she winked at me and smiled and I nodded and put the car into drive.

 

********

 

Rochelle slept peacefully, her pacifier softly bobbing as it worked gently in her mouth.

 

Ducky snored loudly, a belly full of burger and breast milk and a nice orgasm putting her down like a tranquilizer dart.

 

Petra had sent Ducky to cuddle with Rochelle and had crawled up between the seats to rejoin me in the front, her yoga pants gone and her diaper mussed from her own playtime with her other hand while she got Ducky off.

 

“Did you finish?” I asked.

 

She shook her head. “I wasn’t trying to, just wanted to have a little fun.” she said.

 

I nodded. “You okay?” I asked.

 

She nodded and smiled. “I told you earlier that she’ll be whatever I tell her to be, but if we leave it up to her she goes round and round until she spins out entirely.” she explained. “I’ll keep her on a regular orgasm schedule, maybe train her to associate nursing with cumming.” she mused aloud.

 

“Remember when we were normal?” I asked with a scoff.

 

She giggled. “No, that must be some other girl you knew.” she teased. “How’re you doing?” she asked after a moment.

 

I shrugged. “Trying to keep my head in the here and now and not think about all the things I’m going to have to deal with at the funeral.” I told her.

 

She put her hand on mine. “Anything I can do to help?” she asked.

 

I took her hand in mine and brought it up to kiss the back of it. “You’re already doing everything perfectly, Pet.” I told her.

 

She smiled and pulled her hand from mine. “Remember when we made this drive before we were married?” she asked.

 

I nodded.

 

She shifted in her seat to face me. “Remember when poor baby Petra got so nervous that she needed Daddy’s special pacifier to calm her down?” she asked seductively.

 

I raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t have anyone else in the car with us back then.” I reminded her.

 

She shrugged. “Not like it’s anything they both haven’t seen before.” she said.

 

I felt myself stiffen inside my pants. “I’m driving, Pet.” I told her.

 

She nodded. “And that sign says there’s a rest area in five miles.” she said, leaning over to put her face in my lap. “How about if I can make you cum before we get there you get the girls their own room tonight and thank me with a night of extra special attention.” she said, fingers teasing my hardness as they expertly danced across it.

 

I swallowed hard. “And if you can’t?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “You decide.” she said, unzipping my pants and coaxing my manhood out to lightly kiss it.

 

I focused on the road as her mouth took all of me into it, thinking of everything I possibly could to keep my mind off of how amazing what she was doing felt. Her tongue danced around my shaft like a stripper on a pole and I gripped the steering wheel and sighed contentedly.

 

“Am I doing it right, Daddy?” she asked without fully taking me from her mouth.

 

I nodded. “Yes, baby, you’re doing a very good job.” I grunted.

 

Her diaper rustled as she happily wiggled her bottom and bobbed her head up and down rhythmically in my lap.

 

With a mile to go I lost the game and tried to catch my breath as she dutifully licked me clean, tucked me back into my pants and zipped them up before returning to her seat to buckle herself in, wiping the edges of her mouth and sucking her fingers clean. “Thank you, Pet, I needed that.” I told her dreamily.

 

She nodded. “My pleasure, Daddy.” she said, her hand gently pressing against the front of her diaper as she softly rubbed herself through it.

 

“I’m going to stop at that rest area.” I said. “Maybe give you a little preview of tonight’s festivities?” I offered.

 

She shook her head. “I wanna be surprised.” she said. “But, I have always wanted to try something.” she added.

 

“Do tell.” I urged.

 

She pointed at the sign for the rest area. “Pull off and I’ll tell you.” she said coyly.

 

I pulled off and parked at the end of the empty lot and shut off the car. “Alright, what have you always wanted to try?” I asked.

 

She looked back at Rochelle and Ducky and unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to me. “I want you to pee in my diaper.” she whispered into my ear.

 

I turned and looked at her in surprise. “What has gotten into you, young lady?” I asked teasingly.

 

She covered her mouth to suppress a giggle and turned and opened her door, slipping out, closing it behind her carefully and moving around the front of the car to my side where she opened the door, standing there in just her diaper and shirt.

 

I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to get out of the car, standing beside her. “How do we do this?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “I guess you just put your dick in the top and go?” she said uncertainly.

 

“Language.” I warned.

 

She rolled her eyes. “That ship has sailed, Daddy.” she said.

 

I nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, it’s hard to keep dirty words out of your mouth when you do stuff like what you just did.” I agreed.

 

She looked around and unzipped my pants again, guiding me out of them and into the top of her diaper, her pose awkward to make it work.

 

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded and held her breath.

 

For a moment my shy bladder kept me from going, but with a sigh I closed my eyes and started going, opening my eyes as Petra gasped. “What? What’s wrong?” I asked.

 

She shook her head and bit her lip. “Don’t stop.” she practically growled, eyes closed.

 

I emptied myself into her diaper and put myself away and zipped up as I watched her rub the front of her swollen diaper with one hand and gently fondle her breast with the other. “Pet, you should probably get back in the car to do that.” I urged.

 

She whimpered and shook her head. “I want to do it now.” she said.

 

I looked around at the empty lot and sighed. “I don’t want to get arrested, Pet.” I warned.

 

Her eyes opened and she sighed, stopping herself as she sullenly trudged to around to her side of the car, getting in and gingerly sitting down to avoid leaking all over the seat. “You are going to have your work cut out for you tonight, mister.” she told me as I got back into the car.

 

“Someone’s mighty bossy all of a sudden.” I said.

 

She nodded. “Mommy needs release and she’ll take that shit by force if need be.” she said.

 

“Not getting any ideas about a power shift I hope.” I said as I backed out of the parking space and headed back to the freeway.

 

She shrugged. “I won, didn’t I?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “You did, but Daddy is always in charge.” I reminded her.

 

She smirked. “Yes, Daddy.” she said with a little wink as she leaned back and resumed her personal massage session.

 

“Don’t leak on my seat.” I warned.

 

She looked over at me and smiled. “Daddy?” she asked.

 

“Yes, Pet?” I asked.

 

“I love you, but please shut the fuck up and let me cum.” she said in the sweetest and most affectionate voice before she closed her eyes and went back to her task.

 

I sighed. “I love you too.” I said and kept driving to the soundtrack of snoring in the back and the rustling of Petra’s diaper mixed with her soft whimpers and moans.

 

To Be Continued...

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Chapter Seventeen

Pains, Stains, and Audible Squeals

 

“I said I was sorry.” Petra said, her arms folded across her chest and a heavy pout on her face.

 

I sighed. “One thing, Pet, I requested one simple thing from you.” I told her. “What was that one thing?” I asked.

 

She sighed in exasperation. “Not to leak on the seat.” she said in that snotty teenager tone that she knows I hate.

 

I pushed my anger aside. “And what did you do?” I asked.

 

“It’s not my fault you peed a fucking gallon into my diaper!” she argued.

 

I took a deep breath and let it out through my nose. “One, knock the F bombs off with me, okay?” I said, giving her a stern look. “Two, you know as well as I do that pee takes a little time to settle in a diaper, but you just had to get off immediately, didn’t you?” I asked.

 

“I’m sorry, but having you pee in my diaper was ridonk hot!” she shouted.

 

“What’s going on?” Rochelle asked sleepily.

 

“Nothing, sweetie, Mommy and Daddy are just talking.” I told her, looking back at her in the rearview mirror with a reassuring smile.

 

“Baby, we’re having a fight, but it’s okay.” Petra said, turning around in her seat. “Can you be a good girl and put your headphones on for Mommy?” she asked.

 

Rochelle nodded and got her headphones out of the little pouch on the back of Petra’s seat and slipped them on over her ears.

 

“You too, Deandra.” Petra said as she turned around to face front once more.

 

Ducky stopped pretending to sleep and did as ordered without a word.

 

“Look, a little remorse is all I’m looking for.” I said, picking up where we’d left off.

 

“And I already said I was sorry, what more do you want?” Petra groaned.

 

“An apology with about ninety percent less attitude would be great.” I told her.

 

She turned in her seat and made her eyes as big as possible, clasping her hands together in a pleading way. “Please, Daddy, please forgive me for being a big, dumb, horny baby that can’t help but touch herself when you do sexy things to her!” she begged.

 

“Pet, if I didn’t love you so goddamned much I’d pull this car over and blister your ass on the side of the road.” I grumbled.

 

She scoffed. “What was wrong with that apology?!” she exclaimed, slumping back in her seat with her arms folded petulantly again. “I said I was sorry, I admitted to being a big, dumb, horny baby with terrible impulse control, fuck, man!” she said, the last part mumbled beneath her breath.

 

I flicked the turn signal and slowed down while pulling over to the shoulder, finding a larger area that got us well clear of the road and came to a stop, turning to look at her to let her know how serious this situation was.

 

“Okay, look, I’m sorry, please just get-” she started to say before I stopped her.

 

“Y’know, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to remember the last conversation I had with my mom.” I said, turning my gaze from Petra to look out the windshield as cars zipped past us. “I think I’ve got it, but I’ve been searching for literally any other thing that could take its place and I’ve got nothing.” I explained with a heavy, weary sigh. “I’m not okay, Pet.” I said, swallowing the hard lump in my throat to ease the dull ache as my vision began to blur with tears. “I’ve been doing my level fucking best to keep being Daddy, and therapist, and the only goddamned adult in this family while also continuing to be the thing that holds all of this together but,” I sighed again, “I’m just not okay.” I finally managed to say before I began to sob.

 

Petra put her hand on my shoulder and gripped it reassuringly before she scooted closer and hugged me tightly as I cried. “I didn’t, I mean, I thought maybe-” she trailed off.

 

I sniffed back the snot creeping from my nose. “Yeah, dad raised me to be pretty quiet about serious emotions and I know it’s wrong and doesn’t help anything, but conditioning is a motherfucker.” I said.

 

She nodded softly as she rested her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry about the seat.” she said. “And for being a brat.” she added. “And for swearing so much.” she added again.

 

I curled my arm toward me to cup her chin and cheek in my hand. “Apology accepted.” I told her. “I love you, Pet, and the last thing I want to do on this trip is fight with you, I’ve got enough fighting to look forward to at the funeral, I’m sure.” I explained. “I just, I need a break from being in charge of everyone and everything for like a day.” I said.

 

She turned her head upward and kissed my cheek. “If I promise to make sure everyone is on their best behavior until we stop for the night will you let me help you tonight?” she asked softly.

 

“You realize everyone is you, right?” I asked. “Those two have been absolute angels this entire drive.” I added.

 

She nodded. “Fine, if I promise to be on my best behavior will you let me help you tonight?” she asked.

 

I sighed and wiped my eyes and sniffled again before nodding. “Okay.” I said wearily as I put my turn signal on and waited for an opening before getting back on the road.

 

********

 

“What was the last conversation you had with your mom?” Petra asked shortly after we passed the sign indicating we were a few dozen miles from where we were stopping for the night.

 

Rochelle and Ducky were coloring quietly in the backseat but tuned into the conversation as discretely as possible.

 

“It was about Rochelle.” I said, looking back at the little girl as she colored and sucked her pacifier. “I’d called to tell her that we’d adopted her and sent a picture ahead of the call, one of her playing on the floor with you.” I explained.

 

Petra smiled. “The one where she has the little bucket on her head?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “It’s one of my favorite pictures of the two of you together.” I said. “Anyway, I thought she’d be ecstatic, an adorable granddaughter to dote on and spoil.” I explained.

 

“But?” she asked.

 

I gave Petra a hesitant look, looking back at Rochelle.

 

“It’s okay, Daddy, I can handle it.” Rochelle said without looking up from her coloring.

 

I sighed. “She questioned everything, asking if I was having an affair with Rochelle, accusing Rochelle of using us, and-” I looked back at Rochelle once more, “she said something about Rochelle being lazy because she’s Black.” I said.

 

Petra looked stunned, her mouth agape. “Are you serious?!” she asked.

 

I nodded. “She and my dad come from a different time and they say ignorant shit like that sometimes and I just dismiss it and move on, but it made me so incredibly angry that I laid into her for it and told her-” I stopped, feeling the stab of guilt and remorse hit me again, “I told her that if we never saw each other again it would be fine by me.” I finally said.

 

The car was silent for a long time as the weight of what I’d shared hung heavy in the air.

 

“My mom was, is like that.” Ducky said softly, correcting her tense. “I mean, she married my dad and had me, but she still has these weird fears and thoughts about Black people that she lets slip and then acts all surprised when it hurts me.” she said.

 

Rochelle looked up from her coloring and pulled her pacifier from her mouth. “It didn’t make her a bad person.” she said. “You’re right, she comes from a different time and that definitely doesn’t excuse it, but she loved you and was worried about a really big life choice you made and unfortunately she made it about race when it didn’t need to be.” she said. “She knew you loved her, and I’m sure that somewhere in her she knew that having the thoughts she had was wrong, but love and worry make us do dumb stuff.” she explained.

 

“I just hated that she could look at you and think you were anything more than a sweet and adorable girl.” I told her.

 

Rochelle shrugged. “You’re biased.” she said. “You love me, unconditionally and without question, she never met me, never saw us interact together, never got a chance to see what you see.” she explained. “I’d chalk this whole thing up to old White people syndrome and forgive her and yourself for what happened.” she added before popping her pacifier back into her mouth and resuming her coloring.

 

“From the mouths of babes.” I said softly, smiling with pride at Rochelle. “For what it’s worth, I know that she would’ve loved you immediately had she met you.” I told her.

 

Rochelle nodded. “I’m incredibly lovable.” she said simply without taking her eyes off her coloring.

 

“That you are.” I told her, reaching back to pat her knee softly.

 

********

 

As the sun started to go down behind us Ducky and Rochelle began giggling quietly.

“What are you two up to?” Petra asked.

 

“Ducky tooted!” Rochelle said with a giggle, right back in her little voice and demeanor after such a heavy and adult interaction such a short time earlier.

 

Petra rolled her eyes and turned to look back at the girls.

 

“When are you not tooting?” she asked Ducky.

 

Ducky shrugged and scrunched up her face before another muffled toot came from beneath her.

 

“Are you really going to make us check into the hotel with a stinky diaper?” I asked.

 

Petra turned back around in her seat. “Speaking of, I’m not really fit for human interaction myself.” she said, lightly prodding her deformed looking diaper.

 

“Alright, if anyone wants a fresh diaper before we stop now’s the time.” I said as I pulled off to a gas station.

 

“This place looks yucky.” Rochelle said as I backed into a space away from the main building to privately change everyone in the back part of the car.

 

Petra nodded. “I vote somewhere less seedy looking.” she said.

 

“I vote pacifiers for all!” I said dismissively, reaching back to the diaper bag for Petra’s pacifier and the changing supplies.

 

Petra pouted as the pacifier went into her mouth at my pushing and I opened my door to get out and go to the back, opening the tailgate door of the car to lay the changing mat down before going around to Rochelle’s side to unbuckle her and lift her out of the car and carry her to the back.

 

“I need a minute, Daddy.” she said, closing her eyes and pulling her knees up to her chest as she softly grunted behind her pacifier.

 

I looked around to make sure no one was nearby, the old chain link fence a few feet behind me separating us from an open field with nothing and no one in it.

 

“Daddy, I’m all done pooping!” Ducky chirped as she poked her head up from behind her seat. “Hi, baby!” she cooed down at Rochelle, stretching her arm over the seat toward the smaller girl.

 

Rochelle giggled and reached up to take Ducky’s hand as her diaper began to slowly expand beneath her jumper, the onsie straining against the new addition beneath. “Hi, other baby!” she cooed back, making them both giggle. “I think I’m all done too, Daddy.” she said, looking up at me.

 

I made quick work of changing Rochelle and swapped her out for Ducky, silencing her protests that she didn’t want to wear her shortalls anymore with a quick smack on her thigh as I buttoned her onesie and shortalls back up and swapped her with Petra.

 

“I don’t have to poop.” she said quietly.
 

“You sure?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “I’ll use the toilet when we get settled in our room.” she told me.

 

I smiled at her and bent down to kiss her exposed tummy just below the bottom of her shirt. “I love you, Pet.” I told her.

 

She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled back at me. “I love you too, Daddy.” she said sweetly.

 

I cleaned her up and fished her panties and pants from the diaper bag, allowing her to get dressed before I tossed out the used diapers in the nearby trash and packed all the changing supplies up and got back in the car. “Rules for tonight!” I said as I started the car and pulled away from the gas station. “Rule number one, you two will be in your own room tonight and no one will play with or even open the minibar.” I said, allowing Petra the honor of giving Ducky a warning gaze on my behalf.

 

“Why are you looking at me?” Ducky asked.

 

“Because you’re Mommy and Daddy’s little alcoholic.” Petra teased, getting a giggle from Ducky and Rochelle.

 

“Rule number two, you’re to stay in your room unless one of us is with you.” I said, getting a nod I could see from Rochelle and an assumed nod from Ducky given the silence. “Rule three, no using the room phone.” I said. “If you need us you call or text us on your cellphone.” I said.

 

“Rule four, Mommy and Daddy are not to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency once you two are put to bed for the night.” Petra said, going rogue and making her own rule.

 

“What if we get scared?” Rochelle asked.

 

“Aww, sweetie,” Petra cooed lovingly, “cuddle each other and wait for the sun to come up.” she said bluntly. “No disruptions unless one of you is hurt or sick.” she repeated.

 

I cleared my throat. “Last rule, play with each other, bond, share each other’s company, but behave as if we were watching.” I said. “If we find out you broke any rules there will be consequences.” I warned. “Do you both understand the rules?” I asked.

 

“Yes, Daddy.” both girls said in unison, giggling at the perfect harmony.

 

********

 

A short drive later and we were pulling into the semicircle driveway between the front of the hotel and the large fountain out front. Rochelle made a noise almost high enough for only dogs to hear in her excitement and the car was filled with her and Ducky prattling on excitedly about how pretty everything was.

 

“This is where we’re staying?” Petra asked in disbelief, her experience of us budgeting when it came to hotels in favor of more money for fun over the years kicking in.

 

I nodded. “First family trip needs to be nice.” I said.

 

“Right, but, this place is a little too nice for us.” she said.

 

I shook my head and patted her thigh. “A palace for my queen and princesses.” I said as I pulled up in front of two young men in fashionable red vests and black collared shirts.

 

“Welcome to the Prima Vista Hotel and Spa!” the college aged, surfer looking young man with his dirty blonde hair done up in what Pet referred to as a “twat knot” greeted.

 

He opened the two doors on the passenger side while his olive skinned, much smoother looking coworker hustled around to my side and opened mine and Ducky’s doors and we all got out, with me trading my key fob for a ticket from the cool valet, and gathered beside the car while our luggage was pulled from the car and loaded onto a golden cart with crimson carpeting where the luggage sat.

 

I picked up Rochelle and slung the diaper bag over my shoulder while Petra took Ducky’s hand and we headed to the large gold and glass doors that opened by means of two middle aged gentlemen that warmly greeted us as we crossed the threshold.

 

The lobby was massive, cream colored marble floors glistened beneath our feet while tranquil piano music floated through the air from a player at the far end of the lobby. A large crystal chandelier hung high above our heads and Ducky and Rochelle stared up at it as we walked up to the front desk, their mouths in perfect little ‘o’s of awe.

 

“Welcome to the Prima Vista Hotel, may I have your name, please.” the young woman behind the counter with her trendy retro cat eye glasses and monarch adorned bobby pin in her chestnut hair chirped.

 

I smiled politely. “Zack Klein, I have a reservation for two rooms for the night.” I told her.

 

She clacked away on the keyboard, smiling at me and then Rochelle and then Ducky and finally Petra as her eyes went from one of us to the next to fill her attentiveness quota in the guest relations checklist she no doubt had memorized. “One room with a king and one with a queen?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am, that’s correct.” I told her.

 

She moved swiftly, years of practice giving her speed and efficiency that people sought out when arriving at a hotel after a day of travel, creating our room keys and placing them in little envelopes monogrammed with the hotel’s initials. “You’ll be on the sixteenth floor, room 1604 is the king and 1610 is the queen and those are across the hall from each other as requested.” she said warmly. “Jacob will take your bags up for you, have a pleasant stay and if there’s anything at all we can do for you please don’t hesitate to ask.” she explained.

 

Petra and I thanked her while Rochelle and Ducky chose the waving goodbye while also saying goodbye and thanking her and we all piled into the elevator with Jacob, the twat knot sporting surfer. A smooth jazz version of what I swear was “Pour Some Sugar On Me” serenaded us as we stood in silence as we climbed to our floor.

 

“Daddy, can we have room service?” Rochelle asked.

 

Jacob played it cool and focused all of his attention on the reflective gold doors of the elevator, realizing a floor and a half into his attempt to not intrude on our conversation that he and I were able to see each other in the reflection.

 

“We’ll see, baby.” I said, softly bouncing Rochelle on my hip.

 

“Can we go swimming?” Ducky asked.

 

Petra shook her head. “We didn’t pack swimming clothes, sweetie.” she said, hugging Ducky to her and smiling at Jacob.

 

Jacob’s eyes found the floor and stayed glued there until the doors opened and he guided the cart down the hall to the end, parking between the two rooms. “Would you like me to take your bags inside, sir?” he asked.

 

I shook my head and shook his hand, expertly placing the ten dollar bill in it and leaving it there as I released the shake. “My daughters can handle it, right girls?” I asked, setting Rochelle down and patting her butt to send her toward the cart.

 

“Yes, Daddy.” all three girls said in a broken willed, monotone sound that I swear we never rehearsed but made them sound like mindless drones at my beck and call.

 

Jacob smiled politely and made tried to look anywhere but in my eyes as the room doors were opened and the girls took the bags from the cart into the respective rooms, leaving Jacob free to scurry back to the elevator with a “weird guest” story to tell everyone on break as they did bong rips out back by the dumpsters.

 

Once he was back in the elevator the girls emerged from the rooms giggling.

 

“How did you guys all nail that tone in unison?” I asked.

 

Petra kissed my cheek. “We’re all prisoners in this taboo life you’ve crafted for us, Daddy.” she teased, making Rochelle and Ducky giggle again. “Okay, girls, Mommy needs to go potty, but she wants both of you washed up and ready for dinner in ten minutes, alright?” she said turning to Rochelle and Ducky.

 

Two little nods and they were off to their room while we entered ours.

 

“Ten minutes, huh?” I asked, scooping her up and carrying her to the bed to gently lay her down before I softly kissed her neck.

 

She shook her head and pressed her hands against my chest. “Nuh uh, sir, I actually have to poop before dinner and you,” she said, poking my chest softly, “are officially turning over your control for the remainder of the evening to me for safe keeping.” she said before slipping into the bathroom.

 

I sighed and sat on the end of the bed. “No control for the rest of the night?” I asked.

 

“That’s right, mister.” she said between rude noises.

 

“Am I going to enjoy this or is it going to stress me out and then you’ll be upset with me for being a control freak?” I asked.

 

“Zack, take a night off.” she said. “I can clearly handle the girls, and I’m more than capable of handling you.” she added.

 

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you?” I asked.

 

The toilet flushed and she emerged, hands on hips with her serious Mommy face on. “How many times have you had your finger and toenails painted?” she asked. “How many makeovers have you gotten? How many times have we sat on the couch with night masks on eating ice cream and watching Rom Coms?” she asked.

 

“Probably more than I realize.” I told her.

 

She nodded and walked toward me. “And why is that?” she asked.

 

“Because I’m a good husband and a better Daddy.” I said.

 

She shook her head and straddled my lap, pushing me onto my back on the bed as she lightly pinned my arms above my head. “Those things are true, but you do them because I ask, and tonight I’m telling you to take the night off and let Mommy be in charge.” she said as she got closer and closer to my face until she finally kissed me once she’d finished her sentence.

 

I nodded as I kissed her back. “Yes, Mommy.” I said, my cheeks feeling warmer the moment the words left my lips.

 

She squealed in delight, like if she were a cartoon the word bubble above her head would’ve just said “squeal”. “Oh, you’re absolutely calling me that in this room tonight.” she said.

 

I blushed again, hating that my complexion showed embarrassment so easily. “Go slow.” I told her.

 

She kissed each of my blushing cheeks and climbed off of me, her smile one of actual bliss as she took my hand and led me to the door, opening it for me and swatting my butt playfully but firmly as I passed her.

 

********

 

What doesn’t mix in this world? Oil and water. Mexican food and tight jeans. Adult women dressed like little girls with diapers under their clothes and a fancy restaurant. Universally known to all, yet we thought about it, went and got a table and everything and then realized our mistake when Ducky made a gagging sound when Petra informed her what “Escargot” was and when Rochelle complained that she wanted a booster seat because she couldn’t see “Daddy” well around the lovely floral decoration in the center of the table.

 

So, on our king sized bed we gathered, girls in diapers and onesies, with all other articles of clothing strewn on the floor, and our room service meals in front of us with Petra dutifully playing Mommy and feeding Rochelle her chicken soup and oyster crackers between bites of her own meal of a club sandwich. Ducky had chicken strips and a fruit salad while I had breakfast for dinner, eggs and hash browns with a side of bacon and silver dollar pancakes and a beer to help me ease into the night ahead of me.

 

After dinner Petra gathered the dishes and put them back on the cart and set it outside the door and then went to work cleaning sticky hands and faces before she gathered up the discarded clothes from the floor and folded them neatly and helped each girl off the bed to hand them their clothes. “Give Daddy a kiss goodnight and Mommy will take you to your room for bed.” she commanded. The whines of protest were silenced instantly with a single stern look that sent both girls scampering to me for a kiss and a hug before they were led out the door.

 

I sighed contentedly and stretched out on the bed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before closing my eyes.

 

“You better not be asleep, young man.” Petra playfully exclaimed as she came back some time later.

 

I shook my head. “Just resting my eyes.” I told her. “Girls go down okay?” I asked.

 

She pressed a finger to my lips. “Not your concern.” she said softly.

 

I swallowed and nodded.

 

“Say it.” she commanded in her seductive but authoritative voice.

 

I swallowed again. “Yes, Mommy.” I said mechanically.

 

She shuddered softly with excitement and climbed off the bed. “Are you a big enough boy to undress yourself or do you need Mommy’s help?” she asked, those goddamned hands on those goddamned hips again.

 

I undid my belt and my pants and slipped them down.

 

“Panties too, little boy.” she said coolly.

 

I felt my face warm as I gathered the elastic band up in with my jeans and scooted off the bed to stand and remove my bottoms followed by my shirt and lay back down where I’d been.

 

She walked around the bed to my side, her smirk and commanding gaze making me stiffen to her delight. “Ooh, someone likes having Mommy tell him what to do, doesn’t he?” she cooed, tracing one finger up the length of my shaft.

 

I nodded softly as my cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mommy.” I admitted.

 

She smiled and sat down beside my butt, slipping her shirt off. “I know you had a big dinner, but Mommy’s boobies are very full and she needs someone to help her empty them.” she said, lightly stroking my penis with one finger as she looked at me with big, hopeful eyes.

 

I nodded again. “Yes, Mommy, I’ll help you.” I told her.

 

She crawled up and over me and got comfortable on the other side of the bed and patted her lap and I rolled onto my side and crawled to her and curled up beside her with my head in her lap, looking up at her as she undid one clasp on her maternity bra and opened it to reveal the thick, glistening nipple beneath. I felt her support my head and guide it upward until I reached her breast and latched onto her, sucking almost immediately and delighting in the warm, sweet liquid rolling down my throat with each rhythmic pull from my lips.

 

She moaned softly and traced a hand down my side until she found my penis and she gently stroked it in time with my nursing. “Such a good boy.” she cooed in a whisper thick with arousal.

 

I nodded my agreement, my eyes closed and my hips moving gently in time with her strokes and my nursing.

 

Her thumb stroked my hair. “Mommy should’ve put a diaper on you.” she mused. “Little boy like you, only a matter of time before you make a mess in this nice bed.” she continued, her stroking of my cock becoming a little more deliberate in its goal.

 

I shook my head softly.

 

She chuckled softly. “Sweet boy, you don’t have any say tonight, remember?” she reminded me. “Mommy could diaper you up and get you in some cute, girly PJ’s and send you across the hall to sleep with the other babies so she could have this big bed all to herself.” she teased.

 

I knew she didn’t have any baby clothes, girly or otherwise that would fit me, and I doubted any of the diapers would comfortably fit me, but my cock twinged just enough for her to chuckle again.

 

She moaned softly. “Should we do that when we get home, baby?” she asked. “Should we find you a cute little outfit to wear? Maybe something to match Rochelle so you can be little twins?” she cooed.

 

I whimpered softly and shook my head as I continued to nurse, hating that I was so turned on by what she was saying, reassuring myself that anything she said in combination with a handjob and breast sucking would get me off.

 

Her rhythm increased, helped along by the slickness of my excitement and impending explosion. “You don’t need to lie, baby, your little man is telling Mommy everything she needs to know.” she teased. “Maybe Mommy can get a special toy for her baby girl’s cute little bottom and-” she stopped.

 

I whined softly and grunted as I exploded into her hand and onto the bed, my body shaking as I tensed up, sucking long and deep on her breast as I pressed my face into it until the spasms slowed and finally stopped and I relaxed and sighed as I started to pull away.

 

She clucked her tongue. “You’re not even close to done yet, baby.” she cooed as she held me back to her breast and held her hand up. “Open your eyes and look at the mess you made, baby.” she chided.

 

I blushed at the sight of my sticky mess all over her hand and quickly closed my eyes as I fell back into the nursing rhythm.

 

“I should make you lick Mommy’s hand clean, but you’re little mouth is doing very important work.” she said, placing her hand onto my bare ass with a wet slap that made me jump, but then she began to softly rock me as she gently hummed a lullaby.

 

The combination of cumming, a full belly that was still filling, her rocking and humming and the love that I felt for her made me start to fall asleep.

 

“Alright, baby, it’s time to get you cleaned up for night night’s.” she whispered as she pulled me from her breast and guided me from her lap.

 

I yawned and belched loudly, watching her as she clasped her bra and went to the diaper bag to get some wipes out to clean me up, making sure to get every bit of stickiness off me and sneaking a finger into my bottom to wake me up when my eyes drooped too far for her liking.

 

“Almost done, sweetie.” she cooed softly.

 

Thick rubber entered my mouth and I realized sleepily that she’d pacified me and heard the familiar sounds of a diaper being unfolded and worked into a more functional state with some jostling to get the creases and kinks out.

 

“No diaper.” I mumbled.

 

“Yes, diaper.” she argued, hefting my butt up via my legs to slip the diaper beneath me.

 

I sleepily tried to fight, maybe, I probably just lay there thinking she’d find the diaper too small for me and put it on herself, but I felt her test it and clap her hands in happiness and finished powdering me and taping the diaper on snugly, more snugly than it probably should’ve been, but I was too tired to care.

 

“Now, before you slip off to dreamland, Mommy wants you to go potty for her, baby.” she cooed sweetly as she pressed her hand to the front of my diaper.

 

I shook my head lazily. “No, Mommy, I’m a big boy.” I mumbled through the pacifier.

 

“I guess we’ll be getting you some cute little baby clothes and pretty princess diapers when we get home then.” she warned.

 

I furrowed my brow and pushed down on my bladder.

 

“No, baby, relax and let it happen.” she said. “Unless you’re pooping, I which case keep it up.” she encouraged.

 

I sucked the pacifier, memories of her sweet milk flowing down my throat dancing through my mind as a warm flow began to come, a wet hiss and gurgle filling the room as my bladder emptied for her.

 

She held her hand on my diaper until my flow stopped and she softly patted it and came up to kiss my forehead. “Mommy is very proud of you, baby.” she whispered as she helped me pull the covers out from under me and tucked me in, her body joining mine as she hugged herself to me from behind and turned to shut the lights off. “This is definitely something we’re going to explore when we get back home.” she whispered.

 

I sleepily nodded. “Yes, Mommy.” I dreamily mumbled before sleep overtook me.

 

To Be Continued...

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17 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

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