Chaotic Infantile (P2C9 Posted 4/20/22)

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Chapter Eighteen

Ducky And Rochelle’s Excellent Adventure

 

“I’m not even a little sleepy, are you?” Ducky asked her bed mate as she cuddled the smaller and younger girl to her.

 

Rochelle shook her head. “Why are they making us go to bed so early when they know we slept in the car?” she asked, shifting her position to face her older bed mate.

 

Ducky smirked. “They’re having sex.” she said, her tone implying the very mention of the act was naughty for her to do.

 

Rochelle giggled. “I know that, silly!” she said. “I meant, why don’t they let us go have fun instead of putting us to bed.” she clarified.

 

“Because we’re babies.” Ducky responded.

 

“I know, but not all the time.” Rochelle insisted.

 

Ducky rolled over and reached out to turn on the light, squinting in the newly brightened room to look at Rochelle who had her arm up to shield her eyes. “We could play a game.” she offered.

 

“What kinda game?” Rochelle asked, sitting up with a crinkle to match Ducky’s as she crossed her legs facing the older girl.

 

Ducky thought for a moment, “Truth!” she exclaimed.

 

“I think you’re s’posed to ask me if I want to tell a truth or do a dare.” Rochelle explained.

 

Ducky shook her head. “No, because dares just end up leading to sex or breaking the rules.” she said. “If we stick to truth we won’t do anything naughty to get spanked for.” she explained.

 

Rochelle gave her an odd look. “Have you only ever played truth or dare to have sex or break the rules?”she asked.

 

Ducky shook her head. “No, but that’s what always happens.” she said. “Mommy and I got into some real-” she stopped herself and smiled at Rochelle, “Never mind!” she chirped, saving the memories for her own personal use.

 

“Do I ask you a question or do you just tell me a truth?” Rochelle asked, allowing Ducky to keep her originally planned statement a secret.

 

Ducky shrugged. “Whatever you want, you’re the littlest so you decide!” she said with a warm smile.

 

Rochelle returned her smile and began to think of how she wanted to play, deciding that “it’s more fun if we come up with our own thing to say because then the other person has no idea what’s coming”.

 

Ducky nodded. “Kay.” she said. “My truth is that I’m really nervous about meeting Daddy’s family.” she said.

 

Rochelle nodded. “I didn’t want to say it in the car, but his story about his mom saying I was lazy because I’m black really hurt and I’m worried that the rest of his family is going to be that way.” she explained.

 

Ducky leaned forward and hugged the smaller girl. “Daddy won’t let anyone be mean to us.” she said. “Neither will Mommy.” she added. “But we can stick together and keep each other safe since we’re both people of color.” she explained.

 

Rochelle nodded and hugged Ducky back. “I know they’ll protect us, but I’ve felt how painful those kinds of thoughts are when someone says them to your face and a funeral isn’t somewhere I want to have to deal with that.” she explained.

 

They parted and Ducky nodded. “We’re on the same page.” she said, the pair sharing a smile of equal experience, strong but hiding the real pain thinking about things like that caused.

 

“My truth is that I’m really happy to be a part of this family.” Rochelle said.

 

Ducky nodded. “I’m glad you are too!” she said, the pair giggling. “How did you and Mommy meet, anyway?” she asked.

 

Rochelle smiled. “Grocery store.” she said. “I was trying to get a box of cereal from one of the higher shelves and she appeared behind me and grabbed it for me and said ‘here you go, sweetie’ and then blushed when she saw that I wasn’t a little kid.

 

Ducky giggled. “She’s so cute when she blushes, huh?” she asked.

 

Rochelle nodded. “She apologized and then noticed the other stuff in my cart and she got this look on her face.” she explained.

 

“Ooh, tell me what was in the cart and I’ll guess her look!” Ducky exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly.

 

Rochelle giggled. “Umm, wipes and powder, apple sauce, a pack of baby bottles and chocolate sauce.” she said.

 

Ducky smirked and straightened up to do her impression of Petra, looking Rochelle up and down with a hungry glint in her eye like a tiger looking at an injured baby gazelle before both girls toppled backward on the bed in fits of giggles.

 

“Oh my gosh, that’s exactly the look!” Rochelle exclaimed as she held her stomach and giggled wildly.

 

Ducky giggled the same. “She pegged you as a little baby that was coming home with her.” she said breathlessly. “Did she take you to the parking lot and get you off?” she asked.

 

Rochelle’s laughter slowed and she sat up shaking her head. “She was very polite and told me she was hosting a “little” get together at her house with some other “little” friends and invited me.” she explained, using air quotes where applicable.

 

“Weren’t you scared she was a freak?” Ducky asked.

 

Rochelle got quiet and shook her head. “I was in a really dark place and she was nice and clearly into the baby scene in some way and I was tired of being alone.” she confessed, her eyes tearing up.

 

Ducky gasped and got to her knees to hug the smaller girl. “I’m sorry, Rochelle, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” she said, rubbing the girls back as she hugged her.

 

“It’s okay, Ducky, I’m better now, it’s just hard to think about that time still.” Rochelle explained.

 

Ducky kissed the top of the smaller girl’s head. “Still, I’m sorry I made you cry.” she said before letting go and returning to her spot. “My truth is that I’m thirsty!” she said trying to lighten the mood as she crawled off the bed and went to the small fridge Petra had put their bottles in, pulling out one apple juice one for herself. “Milk or juice?” she asked.

 

“Juice, please!” Rochelle said politely, wiping her eyes.

 

Bottles in hand, Ducky returned to the bed and pulled the caps from each bottle, handing Rochelle one and popping the nipple of the other into her mouth as she watched Rochelle topple backward to drink and hopped onto the bed to lay beside her, playing with the smaller girl’s feet with her own.

 

“I like you, Ducky.” Rochelle said between pulls from her bottle.

 

Ducky lolled her head to the side and smiled. “I like you too.” she said.

 

Rochelle looked up at the ceiling and let one of her release the bottle to fall to her side, smiling when Ducky did the same and their hands found each other, the room silent save for the sound of suckling and swallowing mixed with little nose breathes.

 

“My truth is that I think I want to kiss you.” Rochelle said after her bottle started to whistle from emptiness.

 

Ducky finished the remainder of her own bottle and set it on her other side. “Like on the cheek?” she asked, knowing the answer before she asked it.

 

Rochelle shook her head softly and set her own bottle aside before rolling over to face the older girl, her little hand moving up gently caress Ducky’s cheek. “On the lips.” she said softly.

 

Ducky’s heart fluttered and she felt silly for it given her ample experience with kissing. “Why?” she asked.

 

Rochelle shrugged. “You’re really pretty and funny and sweet.” she said. “I know you’re in love with Mommy, but maybe she’s not the only person that can make you happy.” she explained.

 

Ducky reached up and caressed Rochelle’s cheek. “I think you’re really pretty too.” she said softly. “You’re also super cute and way sweeter than anyone in the whole world.” she added, feeling silly again for allowing her little side to speak in a serious and tender moment.

 

Rochelle smiled. “May I kiss you?” she asked politely.

 

Ducky nodded softly and closed her eyes as the distance between their faces closed and Rochelle’s lips connected with hers, their velvety softness making her toes wiggle happily. The kiss was brief but powerful and broke before their tongues entered the fray.

 

“That was-” Ducky said softly, searching for an adequate word to describe what she was feeling.

 

Rochelle was moving, sidling over to Ducky and positioning herself atop the larger woman, her little hands encircling Ducky’s wrists as she lightly pinned them to the bed. “Was it good?” she asked sweetly.

 

Ducky nodded, marveling at how light Rochelle was now that she was atop her. “Very good.” she said softly.

 

Rochelle smiled and lay down, her breasts pressing against Ducky’s as she went in for another kiss, her tongue slipping past both their lips to introduce itself to Ducky’s eliciting a soft moan from both of them. “I’ve never been very dominant.” Rochelle said as she parted her lips and tongue from Ducky’s. “But you’re somehow more submissive than me, aren’t you?” she asked with a playful giggle.

 

Ducky looked up at the younger girl and nodded sheepishly, her cheeks reddening at the realization that the littlest little she’d ever met was seeing her as more submissive to her and she could merely nod in agreement. “Please kiss me again.” she requested, hoping to quell the feelings stirring within her with tender affection.

 

Rochelle smiled and shook her head. “Not just yet.” she said as she released Ducky’s wrists to reach between Ducky’s stomach and her own legs to pop the snaps of her onesie and pull the garment off of her leaving herself naked save for her diaper.

 

Ducky looked up at the smaller girl’s perfect little breasts, her dark nipples making her salivate in a strange Pavlovian response.

 

Rochelle lowered herself once more, her hands back on Ducky’s wrists as she positioned her left breast just above Ducky’s mouth. “I can’t make milk like Mommy, but I’ll bet that won’t keep you from sucking my little titties, will it?” she asked seductively.

 

Ducky felt the nipple brush against her lip as she shook her head in response to Rochelle’s question, wanting to take it into her mouth more than anything, but she knew what the game was and absolutely wanted to play along.

 

“Are you waiting for permission like a good girl?” Rochelle asked.

 

Ducky nodded softly.

 

Rochelle smiled and raised herself once more, giggling at the little whimper of frustration and disappointment that came from Ducky. “Hush now, you’ll get your reward once you’ve earned it.” she explained as she turned herself around atop Ducky and lowered herself to pop the snaps of the girl’s own onesie, making sure her damp diapered crotch was close enough to Ducky’s face to keep the girl interested.

 

Ducky sniffed softly, a pleasant shudder rolling through her body as she took in the beloved sent of arousal from within a wet diaper, something she’d been missing almost as much as Petra’s naked body in bed with her.

 

“You’re still dry?” Rochelle asked, her little fingers lightly prodding the pristine shell of Ducky’s diaper.

 

Anticipating the request she believed was coming, Ducky relaxed and began to wet her diaper, the liquid trickling sound of her flow filling the room. “Not anymore.” she said, trying to sound sexy.

 

Rochelle smirked and traced a finger down the center of Ducky’s diaper, high from the power trip she was experiencing having Ducky pliant to her whims. “Would you like me to wet my diaper for you?” she asked without looking back at Ducky.

 

Ducky nodded eagerly. “Yes please!” she exclaimed.

 

Rochelle shimmied back to press her diaper to Ducky’s face, feeling the girl adjusting her mouth and nose to breathe as she released her bladder, delighting in the soft gasp and pleasured moan that came from the girl as the diaper swelled and warmed against her face.

 

Ducky pressed her face into the warmth, blushing at the thought that a thin amount of padding and plastic was all that was separating Rochelle from pissing directly into her face. She felt herself bucking her hips in response to Rochelle’s delicate touch, wishing the girl would give her more attention to her throbbing sex.

 

Finished peeing, Rochelle sat up and turned once more, looking down at Ducky with a smile and hunger in her eyes. “My truth is that I’m incredibly turned on by all of this.” she said softly.

 

Ducky nodded. “Me too.” she croaked, looking up at her little Domme with her own hungry eyes.

 

“Tell me your truth, Ducky.” Rochelle said.

 

Ducky swallowed. “I need to be submissive to someone.” she blurted out after a long moment of hesitation. “I need someone to use me as their plaything and make me feel loved and safe afterward.” she explained.

 

Rochelle shifted herself to pull Ducky’s onesie up and helped the girl to lift it up and off of her without using her hands which she obediently kept above her head as if she was still being pinned down. “What can someone do to you if you’re their plaything?” she asked, her little fingers walking up Ducky’s stomach to her breast to lightly stroke her nipple.

 

“Anything.” Ducky answered without hesitation.

 

Rochelle raised an eyebrow. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve let someone do to you?” she asked.

 

Ducky flushed and bit her bottom lip as Rochelle played with her nipple. “It’s a long list.” she confessed.

 

Rochelle lightly tweaked the girl’s nipple getting a gasp and a little whimper from her. “Try and narrow it down.” she coaxed.

 

Ducky closed her eyes. “Petra took me on a date to a fancy restaurant, like where we were tonight fancy.” she said. “Cloth napkins and ties.” she added. “She and I got dressed up to celebrate her promotion at her job at the time and she,” Ducky’s breath caught in her throat at the memory, “she slipped her shoe off and started to rub me under the table with her pantyhose covered toe.” she explained.

 

Rochelle smirked and let go of Ducky’s nipple. “Sounds sweet.” she said.

 

Ducky shook her head. “Not done.” she said. “When I was just about to cum she sent me a text and pulled her foot away.” she explained.

 

Rochelle pouted. “Such a mean thing to do.” she said. “What did she text?” she asked.

 

“She told me that if I wanted to cum tonight I had to-” she whimpered, not wanting to finish the story. “Please, can’t we just-” she started to say before Rochelle was lowering herself to meet her lips once more, forcing her tongue into her mouth and letting her know that the story would be finished without saying any words. “She told me to go to the bathroom and shit my panties and come back out to the table crying and begging her to put me in a diaper.” she blurted out as soon as her lips were free from Rochelle’s.

 

Rochelle looked sympathetic. “That’s incredibly fucked up.” she said.

 

Ducky nodded softly as her cheeks burned with shame.

 

“Did you do it?” Rochelle asked.

 

Ducky nodded once more. “She took me out of the restaurant and verbally humiliated me next to the dumpsters out back and made me cum without even cleaning me up.” she explained.

 

“Jesus.” Rochelle muttered. “Why’d you let her treat you like that?” she asked.

 

Ducky shrugged softly. “My truth is that I don’t think I deserve better.” she answered. “I believe that Petra is the one person that’s ever truly loved me for who I am and that I’m obligated to obey her without hesitation.” she explained, the answer rolling from her as though she’d practiced it a hundred times.

 

Rochelle climbed off of Ducky and stood beside the bed with her arms open. “C’mere.” she urged.

 

Ducky rolled over and entered the smaller girl’s embrace, her own arms wrapping around her.

 

“I’m going to show you that you’re worthy of affection without strings attached.” Rochelle said, pulling Ducky from her embrace to cup the girl’s chin in her hands so she was looking her in the eyes. “I’m going to show you that you can be happy and feel loved without having to debase yourself.” she said, kissing the older woman softly on the lips. “If you want to play submissive I respect that, but we can be intimate as equals.” she added.

 

Tears welled up in Ducky’s eyes as she softly nodded. “Thank you.” she said quietly.

 

Rochelle kissed her again. “Thank you for trusting me with your truths, Deandra.” she said.

 

Ducky smiled and wiped her eyes. “Petra’s not an abusive person, she just-” she started but was cut off by another kiss.

 

“I don’t want to talk about her anymore tonight, honey, tonight is about us.” Rochelle told her as she gently lay Ducky back and untaped and opened the girl’s diaper, casting it aside as she got to her knees and went to work showing Ducky what she could do for her.

 

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A good deal of time later the pair lay together, their sweaty bodies entwined atop the sheets. They were looking at each other in the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains, dreamy smiles on each of their faces as they basked in the milky afterglow of their carnal escapades.

 

“I think I might be gay for you.” Rochelle whispered, giggling softly.

 

Ducky snorted as she giggled. “I think I might be gay for you too.” she said.

 

“Do you think they’d be mad at us for doing this?” Rochelle asked, her little fingers running over Ducky’s lithe torso.

 

Ducky nodded. “Petra would be so jealous.” she said.

 

Rochelle scoffed. “She doesn’t own you.” she said. “Besides, she’s married.” she added.

 

“I’m her get out of jail free card.” Ducky said. “I’m the one person she can have sex with without Zack having a problem.” she explained.

 

Rochelle nodded. “Zack would probably be disappointed I wasn’t his innocent baby girl anymore.” she said.

 

Ducky nodded. “He really does only see you that way.” she said. “For better or worse.” she added when she saw Rochelle’s face nodding absently.

 

“I brought it on myself.” Rochelle said. “He’s a perfect Daddy and he brings out the littlest part of me without even trying.” she explained. “I really don’t want him to look at me differently.” she added a little sadly.

 

Ducky leaned in and kissed the younger girl softly on the lips, tasting the remnants of her own juices still lingering there. “You’re his daughter, he’ll love you no matter what, trust me.” she said.

 

“Maybe we should keep this a secret until we see an opportunity to break it to them?” Rochelle suggested.

 

Ducky nodded and sighed. “I agree.” she said.

 

Rochelle kissed her lightly and rolled away.

 

“Where you going?” Ducky asked, propping her head up with her arm on the bed.

 

“I have to pee and we need to shower and clean up the mess in here before we go to bed otherwise one of them is going to come in here to wake us up and know we were fucking all night.” Rochelle explained.

 

“Not all night.” Ducky teased.

 

Rochelle turned and put her hands on her hips, the stern stance would’ve intimidated Ducky were the woman doing it not so wretchedly adorable and petite and the ensuing giggling from the girl on the bed made the little woman fold her arms and pout, rocketing her adorableness into the stratosphere.

 

“C’mere.” Ducky urged, parroting her lover’s earlier command as she gently patted the space beside her on the bed.

 

Rochelle shook her head. “I told you, I hafta pee.” she whined softly.

 

Ducky sighed and crawled to the end of the bed, climbing off of it to walk over to her little lover, taking the girl’s hand and leading her into the bathroom to sit her down on the toilet as she hugged the girl’s head to her naked stomach with one hand and lightly grazed the girl’s back with her fingernails. As the light tinkling sound of liquid hitting liquid filled the darkened bathroom, she lavished the girl with praises suitable for a first time toilet user as though they hadn’t just engaged in, arguably, the most adult thing two people could do together. When the flow stopped she stood the girl up and knelt in front of her, lapping her clean like a mother dog would do for her puppy, beaming with pride at the little whimpers and stifled moans that came from the other girl as she placed a hand on the counter to steady herself, and flushed the toilet for her when she felt she’d properly cleaned her before dragging her back to the bed, picking the girl up as though she were carrying her across the threshold on their wedding day and gently lowering her to the bed.

 

“This is a bad idea.” Rochelle warned, her voice thick with passion once more.

 

Ducky ignored her and climbed onto the bed, straddling the smaller girl, careful not to place her full weight on her stomach. “What if they wouldn’t be mad?” she asked.

 

Rochelle cocked her head and narrowed her gaze. “How could they not be?” she asked.

 

Ducky slid off the other girl and retook her position beside her. “I mean, if Petra is free of me romantically because you and I are together, wouldn’t that mean that her and Zack would spend even more time doing married people stuff?” she asked.

 

Rochelle shrugged. “Maybe?” she said, her tone making it sound more like a question than a statement, “But I don’t think on the trip to his mom’s funeral is the place we want to find out.” she pointed out.

 

Ducky nodded softly and sighed. “I’m just not ready for this to be over yet.” she whined.

 

Rochelle reached out her hand and lightly traced her index finger around Ducky’s eye. “My Mommy before Petra told me that this is how you make babies sleepy.” she said, a pang of sadness in her voice at the memory of her deceased Mommy.

 

Ducky smiled and reached out her own hand to trace a finger around Rochelle’s eye. “Babies aren’t allowed to do what we did.” she said softly.

 

Rochelle smiled and nodded. “We’ll figure something out.” she said before a yawn overtook her.

 

Ducky pulled her hand back and gently took Rochelle’s hand in hers, holding it between them as she yawned herself.

 

“We need to get up, Ducky.” Rochelle said.

 

Ducky nodded and leaned in to kiss the smaller girl, the kiss leading to light touches which led to heavier, more deliberate touches which led to the pair falling asleep, exhausted and spent from a night of deeply satisfying passion.

 

To Be Continued…

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Chapter Nineteen

About Last Night…

 

My eyes opened slowly and I felt the pleasant weight of Petra’s arm draped over my waist, the warmth of her body pressed against my back and the soft tickle of her breath on my bare shoulder. I smiled and took her hand in mine as the memory of the previous night began to surface from the fog of sleep. I reached down below the covers and cupped the front of my diaper feeling my morning hardness straining against the tight encasement. Petra’s lips pressed against my shoulder gently in a loving kiss.

 

“Good morning, baby.” she murmured softly into my ear sending pleasant tingles down my spine.

 

I removed my hand from the front of the diaper and moved to turn to face her, but she tightened her hold around my waist to keep me where I was.

 

“Not yet, baby, Mommy isn’t ready for this to end just yet.” she whispered.

 

“Pet, I-” I started to say before her hand was moving, feeling around the bed around me, finding the errant pacifier to bring it up and insert it into my mouth to stifle me before her hand moved downward and cupped the front of my diaper.

 

“Mommy said she’s not ready yet, baby.” she admonished calmly.

 

I sighed and nodded. “Yes, Mommy.” I said quietly through the pacifier, blushing hotly at her imposing her will on me.

 

“I know you’re eager to get your Daddy pants back on, but since I have you all docile and obedient, we’re going to talk about what happened last night.” she explained, her fingers stroking the head of my cock through the taught outer shell of the diaper. “Did you enjoy being Mommy’s baby?” she asked.

 

I nodded softly and closed my eyes, savoring the delightfully teasing touch to the front of my diaper.

 

“Use your words, sweetie.” she urged, pressing her fingers more firmly on the tented beneath the sheets.

 

I nodded again, “Yes, Mommy.” I obediently responded.

 

“Mommy enjoyed it too, baby.” she purred, a smile on her voice. “Roll over, baby.” she said softly.

 

I did as commanded, hoping her hand wouldn’t lose track of my hardness in its new location and looked at her smiling face as her eyes drank in the sight of me with a pink Piglet adorned pacifier between my lips causing me to blush and shudder softly as her hand shifted around to rejoin my padded manhood.

 

“You’ve done an amazing job being Daddy not just to me, but to Rochelle and Ducky,” she said, her smile never wavering, “but last night made me realize that you’ve never let me take care of you in a way that allows you to be free of responsibility and stress.” she explained. “I, Mommy,” she corrected herself, “think it would be a good idea if we set aside some Mommy and baby time for us regularly from now on.” she said.

 

I wanted to argue, to point out that this wasn’t our dynamic and that I wasn’t a baby, but her skilled hand was pushing me close to not caring about anything around me and I found myself placidly nodding.

 

“Mommy wants you to cum in your diaper for her, baby and then we’ll see if you still feel the same way.” she said, leaning in to kiss the tip of my nose. “Can you be a good baby and cum for Mommy?” she cooed.

 

I nodded and closed my eyes, focusing my mind solely on the soft rustling of the diaper as her hand manipulated me through it, the friction of sodden padding against my engorged manhood and the knowledge that I wanted to cum not only for my own selfish reason, but because it’s what she wanted from me. I felt my hips move in time with her hand leaving me humping her like an ill behaved dog and felt my cheeks warm with shame.

 

She moaned softly as she gently squeezed my hardness. “Such a big boy you are!” she praised in her syrupy Mommy tone she used when caring for Rochelle.

 

The pacifier bobbed between my lips as our dance of hand and groin beneath the sheets increased tempo.

 

“Mommy can tell how close you are, baby, just a little more.” she praised, her squeezing perfectly gripping me through the padding to better service her ultimate goal.

 

I grunted as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, my whole body constricting in the throes of the most powerful climax of my life.

 

Her hand slowed to a gentle caress and finally a praising pat as she brought both hands to my face, removed my pacifier and kissed me so hard it actually startled me. “I love you.” she said, her voice thick with arousal.

 

I kissed her back, my brain acting on instinct rather than actual thought. “I love you too, Mommy.” I said between panting breaths.

 

She smiled again. “Can I assume that you’re still interested in making this a regular thing?” she asked.

 

I sheepishly nodded and blushed. “We’ll need to establish rules.” I said, trying to regain some control over things.

 

She smirked. “Mommy will have plenty of rules for you, baby.” she teasingly reassured me.

 

“Not what I meant, Pet.” I said.

 

She sat up and straddled me in one fluid motion, pinning my arms between her legs and my body. “You mispronounced ‘Mommy’, sweetie, try again.” she cooed.

 

I rolled my eyes and moved to get free but she bore down on me with all her weight, her hands firmly pressing down on my shoulders.

 

“Looking for punishments already?” she asked.

 

I looked up at her, studied her face for any hint that she wasn’t completely serious and found none whatsoever. “I’m not looking for punishments, I just think we should talk about all of this-”

 

“When you’re safely back at home and in the driver’s seat of our family?” she asked, assuming the end of my sentence for me.

 

I shook my head. “You know how hard it is for me to give up control, Pet.” I told her.

 

She lowered herself to be face to face with me. “Mommy.” she corrected. “When you’re in a diaper I am ‘Mommy’.” she said, her face intent. “Try again.” she commanded.

 

“You know how hard it is for me to give up control, Mommy.” I repeated, placing extra emphasis on her desired moniker.

 

She nodded and raised herself from me while still keeping me pinned beneath her. “It’s funny, we both know you can push me off of you, rip that diaper off, spank me silly and have a shower, but here you are obeying me and allowing yourself to be kept in a submissive role.” she mused. “Last night and just a little bit ago it was sex driving your behavior, but you made your cummies for Mommy, so why aren’t you ending this?” she asked.

 

I didn’t have an answer for her, and she knew I wouldn’t, so she pressed on.

 

“I think that you grew up a bedwetter and your dad shamed you for it and your mom probably was a little too understanding.” she said.

 

“Please don’t-” I started to say.

 

“Then stop me, baby.” she said. “Say our safe word and I’ll stop immediately and give you back the reigns.” she explained.

 

I swallowed my discomfort but remained silent.

 

She smirked and continued. “She’d get you ready for bed, wouldn’t she?” she asked. “When you were little it was embarrassing, but if she put her big teenage boy in his diapers before bed every night, well I’d think that would have some lingering effects on his adult life and relationships.” she said. “Maybe he’d marry a girl that loved diapers and playing baby and welcome a parade of little diaper girls into his home as a way of being close to what he wanted for himself but was too much of a big strong man to admit.” she said.

 

I was fuming at her analyzing me, invoking my recently deceased mother and calling into question everything our marriage was built on so callously, but instead of fighting her, reestablishing my dominance, my body chose to tap into other emotions to quell my anger, and I began to burn with shame as my eyes brimmed with tears and I began to cry.

 

Her weight disappeared from my body and she was beside me once more pulling me into her warm embrace as I broke down into blubbering sobs. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry, please don’t cry!” she exclaimed as she hugged and rocked me.

 

Words began to spill from my mouth between my pathetic sounding whimpering and choked sobs, words that confirmed all of her suspicions she’d just voiced that had sent me over the emotional edge. I confirmed that my mother had diapered me every night until my bedwetting stopped and that she was as strongly maternal up to that point as she had been when I was a little boy. I confirmed that her love of diapers was like music to my ears but my guilt at wanting to wear diapers with her when she wanted a strong and dominant Daddy drove me to hide my feelings and go without indulging my own desires.

 

She held me and rocked me and rubbed my back as I wept and unburdened my soul to her, apologizing for lying to her for our entire marriage, and when I was hoarse from crying and talking she stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. “Never apologize for things beyond your control.” she said quietly. “You’re a good husband and a good father and the fact that you’ve spent our entire relationship putting me and my needs ahead of your own makes you the most selfless and loving person I’ve ever met.” she explained, her own voice quavering with her brimming emotions. She pulled away and cupped my chin in her hands, “Do you want to be my baby sometimes?” she asked.

 

I nodded and sniffled.

 

“Do you want anything else?” she asked.

 

I sniffled again. “Like what?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “I don’t know, other stuff you might be into but didn’t say because you needed to keep the image of Daddy strong.” she said. “Do you want to be a baby boy or a baby girl? Are you curious about me doing stuff to your butt? Stuff like that.” she explained.

 

I’d never thought of anything other than playing baby and wearing a diaper before she offered other things for my consideration. “I’m not gay.” I mumbled, sounding like a pitiful, petulant child to my own ears

 

“Sweetie, straight people can crossdress and have their wives or whoever do things to their butts and not be gay.” she said, hiding a smirk at my apparent naivety. “All of the stuff you do for me and the girls doesn’t make them actual infants, does it?” she asked.

 

I shook my head.

 

“Why don’t we leave labels out of the bedroom, okay?” she asked. “You have the freedom to explore anything you’re interested in trying without fear that I’ll judge you or think less of you in any way, alright?” she asked.

 

I nodded.

 

She kissed my forehead and smiled. “How about we close our Mommy baby time with some milk and maybe you can make a nice present for Mommy before we have a shower together, sound good?” she asked.

 

“Present means poop, doesn’t it?” I asked with a blush.

 

She nodded and giggled. “Yes, baby, present means poop.” she said as she undid the clasp on her maternity bra cup and exposed her swollen nipple beading with milk.

 

“I’ll try, Mommy.” I said softly as I let her guide me to her breast and savored the sweet warmth of her milk once more.

 

She rubbed my back as I nursed. “I’m very proud of you for opening up to me, honey.” she said softly. “I know how hard it is to keep a part of yourself a secret from everyone else and I know how hard it must have been for you to share those things with me.” she continued, the smile returning to her voice as she felt me tense up beneath her hand as she rubbed my back and remained silent as I softly grunted into her breast as I continued to nurse. “You must really have wanted to be Mommy’s baby if you’re interrupting my heartfelt praise and admiration of you to poop your diaper.” she teased.

 

My cheeks flushed and I felt embarrassed, but not embarrassed in a way that made me feel like stopping everything that was happening, embarrassed in a way that made me feel glad to have her holding me, glad to be filled with her warm milk and glad to know that she was happy and I was happy and that we were experiencing all of that together as a couple.

 

She rocked us softly as the seat of my diaper slowly expanded until my grunts stopped and I relaxed in her embrace, her arm moving down to gently pat the lumpy seat of my diaper. “Good baby!” she praised.

 

I started peeing the moment I stopped pooping and she gasped as the too tight diaper finally gave out on us after being manhandled and slept in and my stream flowed out and pooled between us.

 

“You don’t have to do everything a baby would do all at once, honey.” she teased. “We have all the time in the world.” she added as she kissed the top of my head softly before a new wave of warm wetness spread between us and she giggled. “There, now you don’t need to feel guilty about wetting the bed.” she encouraged.

 

Once I was finished nursing we got out of bed and laughed at the massive wet spot, her joking about making “piss angels” as she took my hand in hers and led me to the bathroom to get cleaned up so we could shift gears back to our normal routine and go wake up the girls before getting back on the road.

 

********

 

Rochelle stirred as the light streamed in through the window of hers and Ducky’s room, shining on her eyes as she squeezed them shut and grumbled unhappily before her eyes shot open and she began to shake Ducky. “Wake up, Ducky, we fell asleep and it’s morning!” she frantically exclaimed.

 

Ducky stirred slightly but continued snoring, oblivious both to the younger girl trying to wake her and to the sizable wet spot beneath her that reached the space Rochelle had been sleeping.

 

Rochelle groaned and whimpered at the same time. “And you wet the bed! Mommy and Daddy are gonna kill us!” she exclaimed, giving up on waking Ducky to leap from the bed and hurry around to clean up the discarded diapers and clothes from the previous night’s escapades. She ripped the covers from Ducky and gave a sharp smack to the bare backside of the sleeping girl, bringing her groggily to the waking world instantly.

 

“What? What’s happening?” Ducky stammered as she rubbed her eyes, her face brightening when she saw naked Rochelle at the foot of the bed. “Mmm, that’s a nice thing to wake up to.” she mumbled before she stretched and groaned.

 

Rochelle didn’t want to smile, but the compliment got her and she quickly hurried to the bathroom to keep Ducky from noticing she wasn’t still entirely frazzled and angry. “You pissed the bed!” she called out from the bathroom.

 

Ducky looked down and slowly nodded. “That I did.” she confirmed. “It’s not entirely my fault, I mean I am a pretty regular bedwetter.” she said as she continued looking at the wet spot on the bed without moving.

 

“Hey!” Rochelle shouted to get the older girl’s attention.

 

Ducky snapped her gaze to Rochelle. “Huh?” she said dumbly.

 

Rochelle rolled her eyes and grumbled. “We overslept and now we’re going to get caught not having had our diapers on last night which means we’ll have to explain ourselves which means Mommy and Daddy we’ll know we had sex!” she blurted out in a flurry of frantic words and gestures.

 

Ducky nodded slowly, her sleep fogged mind chugging to fit the pieces of information together, “Quite a pickle we’re in…” she said absently.

 

Rochelle’s mouth was agape as she stared in disbelief at Ducky’s total lack of understanding of the gravity of their situation, half expecting the older girl to begin picking her nose and giggle before she contributed anything useful to the situation. “Out of bed and into the shower now!” Rochelle barked.

 

Ducky snapped out of her stupor almost instantly with a squeak of surprise as she crawled to the other side of the bed and hurried into the bathroom, followed by Rochelle a moment later as they both entered the fairly large enclosed shower and the smaller and younger girl turned the hot water on for them.

 

“How are you so calm right now?” Rochelle asked as she watched Ducky relieve herself in the shower as water rained down on her.

 

Ducky shrugged. “What’s the big deal?” she asked. “I mean, we had sex, big whoop.” she said.

 

“Kinda huge whoop, Ducky!” Rochelle shouted, her annoyance at the downplaying of their night together hitting her harder given the circumstances.

 

Ducky smiled and pulled the smaller girl to her to kiss her softly as water cascaded down their bodies. “You’re adorable when you’re worried, and so fucking sexy when you’re barking orders.” she said as her fingers wandered down to Rochelle’s sex.

 

“No!” Rochelle exclaimed, slapping Ducky’s hand away from her crotch, bringing a pout to the older girl’s face. “We do not have time to fool around, Ducky, figuratively or literally.” she explained, turning to get a washcloth and soap together to hurriedly wash them both.

 

Ducky grabbed the smaller girl around the waist and pinned her between herself and the wall of the shower. “Calm down.” she said softly, her voice carrying a bit of seduction in it. “If they find out, they find out.” she said. “It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong, we’re adults and we both wanted what happened, right?” she asked.

 

Rochelle squirmed, feeling like she wanted to cry as her thoughts and fears raced out of control in her mind.

 

Ducky lifted the girl’s chin and kissed her softly once more. “I really like you, Rochelle.” she said. “I kinda wanna see where this all goes, don’t you?” she asked.

 

Rochelle felt her muscles relax as she allowed the tender kiss to soothe her frazzled nerves and gave a little nod when it ended. “I really like you too.” she said.

 

“So, can we agree that it doesn’t matter if they find out about us?” Ducky asked.

 

Rochelle thought about it and shook her head, resuming her lathering of the washcloth. “No, not on this trip and not with a ruined hotel mattress bill.” she said dismissively as she began to wash herself.

 

Ducky sighed. “Fine, we’ll hide it from them, but I’m going to want to take you on a date at some point and we’ll never be able to do that if they’re treating us like babies.” she pointed out.

 

Rochelle stopped washing herself. “You wanna take me on a date?” she asked, a little smile forming on her lips.

 

Ducky nodded. “For sure!” she exclaimed. “You’re cute, sweet, sexy, why wouldn’t I want to date you?!” she asked.

 

Rochelle pushed the rising elation in her away to resume her washing and shrugged. “I thought you maybe just wanted to have sex sometimes.” she said.

 

Ducky smirked. “I do, but I actually think we should hit the reset button on this thing and see what kind of real relationship there is between us outside of sex.” she explained.

 

Rochelle was honestly surprised by Ducky’s maturity and thoughtfulness, assuming the girl was more nymphomaniac pervert than romantic. “I’d like that a lot, Deandra.” Rochelle said softly, looking into Ducky’s sparkling green eyes.

 

Ducky nodded. “Good.” she said, her cheeks warming at the blossoming relationship between the pair. “I say we go with a leaked diaper.” she added as she grabbed her own washcloth and the soap from Rochelle’s hand and began to clean herself.

 

“Huh?” Rochelle asked.

 

“For the wet bed.” she said. “Your diaper leaked in the night, no fuss, no muss.” she explained.

 

Rochelle thought about the suggestion for a moment and then shook her head. “No, our diapers from last night are nowhere near leaking, they won’t buy it.” she said.

 

Ducky smiled at her. “If wittle Wochelle tuwns on da watew wowks fo Daddy it will.” she said in a mock babytalk.

 

Rochelle felt her cheeks warm and stuck her tongue out at Ducky. “Fine, it will probably work, but don’t talk to me like that, missy.” she warned.

 

Ducky smirked. “Don’t stick your tongue out if you don’t plan on using it.” she retorted, eyeing Rochelle with a hungry glance as she gently rubbed her delicate folds with the washcloth.

 

“Are you just horny all the time?” Rochelle asked with a teasing roll of her eyes.

 

Ducky shrugged and nodded. “I have a very healthy libido.” she said simply.

 

********

 

Clean, both girls hurried to dry off, helping one another as needed and went back to the bedroom just in time to hear the card reader on the door whir mechanically and the handle turn to allow Petra and Zack to enter the room.

 

“Well, look at my little jaybirds!” Petra gushed at the two naked women before her.

 

Rochelle flipped the switch in her that allowed her to become her littlest self and began to tear up, her bottom lip jutting out and quivering as she rushed to Petra with her arms open. “Mommy, my diaper leaked and it made the bed all wet and yucky!” she whined.

 

Petra was taken aback as the smaller girl threw her arms around her middle and hugged her tightly, but her maternal instinct took over and she hugged the now sobbing girl tightly. “Aww, baby, it’s okay.” she cooed softly, pulling the little girl from her to pick her up and cuddle her.

 

Zack moved around from behind Petra and gently rubbed Rochelle’s back as he looked past Ducky to the sizable wet spot on the bed, feeling shame welling up in him at the similarity to the spot he himself had created in his own bed. “We’re not upset, baby.” he reassured his daughter.

 

“We took a shower because we were both wet and smelly.” Ducky said timidly, hoping she could add to the tale and keep them out of trouble.

 

Zack went to Ducky and picked her up, hugging her. “You did the right thing, Deandra.” he told her.

 

“Do you want to get Ducky ready while I get Rochelle?” Petra asked Zack.

 

He nodded and carried Ducky to where the diaper bag lay and set her down on her feet so he could get the changing mat out and lay it on the floor before he guided her down onto it while Petra came behind him to get one of Rochelle’s diapers and headed into the bathroom with the now calmed girl. “Leaked diaper, huh?” he asked as he unfolded a new diaper for Ducky.

 

Ducky nodded softly.

 

“Must’ve been a defective one or something.” he commented as he lifted Ducky’s legs and slid the diaper beneath her.

 

Ducky nodded again and looked somewhere besides Zack’s eyes.

 

“I just hope Rochelle is okay with what happened because her happiness is the most important thing in all of this.” he said as he sprinkled powder on Ducky’s diaper area and lifted her legs to do her butt. “She’s been through a lot and she doesn’t need to get hurt or let down by a diaper that isn’t serious about being with her.” he explained.

 

Ducky swallowed hard and nodded again. “If a diaper had feelings and could talk I’d think it would tell you that it takes her feelings very seriously and only wants to make her happy.” she said, choosing her words carefully.

 

Zack nodded. “I hope so, because if any diaper hurt my baby girl I’d throw that thing out faster than anyone could have time to react.” he said, looking down at Ducky with a serious expression. “And it wouldn’t be fun or easy because I’ve grown to love that diaper as if it were my own.” he said, feeling his cheeks warm as he realized how stupid what he was saying sounded.

 

Ducky hid a smile. “I really like her, Daddy, we want to see if a real relationship can work between us, dating and stuff.” she explained as the new diaper was brought up and taped shut.

 

Zack nodded. “You’re a very sweet girl, Deandra, but you’re not the best at relationships, please be very careful and think before you act when it comes to her.” he warned.

 

She nodded and sat up to hug him. “Don’t tell Petra, okay?” she asked. “I will, just not until after we get home.” she told him.

 

He hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “I won’t tell her.” he said, “But if she finds out before then you’re on your own.” he added.

 

Ducky nodded and looked up and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Daddy.” she said quietly.

 

“I love you too, baby.” he let her go and stood up, holding his hand out to pull her to her feet. “Get dressed, okay?” he said before turning to head into the bathroom just as Petra was exiting with a freshly diapered Rochelle toddling behind, Petra’s hand holding the little girl’s.

 

“Go get dressed, baby.” Petra commanded with a few gentle pats to Rochelle’s bottom. Once the little girl was out of earshot Petra leaned in close to Zack and whispered, “The diapers in the trashcan definitely hadn’t leaked, I think they had sex last night.”

 

He looked back at Ducky and Rochelle, smiling at the two of them as Ducky helped Rochelle get her socks on, tickling the little girl’s feet making them both giggle before he turned back to his wife and shrugged. “If they did, and I’m not saying I believe that, we should respect their privacy.” he said. “If they have something they want to tell us they will.” he added.

 

Petra nodded and eyed him warily. “What do you know?” she asked.

 

He shook his head. “Not a thing.” he told her.

 

She nodded again. “Should Mommy get her little boy into a diaper too?” she asked in a playful voice that was clearly threatening him.

 

He swallowed hard and shook his head. “Ducky will talk to you about it when we get back, she promised me.” he told her.

 

She kissed him softly on the lips. “Good boy.” she said with a satisfied smirk. “Now, why don’t you go down and settle the bill and pay for our two ruined mattresses and I’ll be down with these two to meet you at the car.” she commanded.

 

He nodded and started to walk to the door but stopped when she grabbed his hand, making him turn to face her.

 

“Did you forget to say something, baby?” she asked.

 

His cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mommy.” he mumbled.

 

She licked her lips and smiled at him proudly, either of herself or of him wasn’t clear. “Good boy, you can run along now.” she said warmly before she turned to watch the girls.

 

He left the room with a budding erection and a feeling in the pit of his stomach that nothing was going to be the same once they got back home.

 

To Be Continued...

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Chapter Twenty

On The Road Again

 

Petra had taken over driving leaving me in the passenger seat beside her admiring how mature and in charge she was after getting the girls into the car and stepping in to help me at the front desk of the hotel when I was struggling to explain the pair of urine soaked mattresses in our rooms. Normally I wouldn’t have had any issue explaining such a situation, but after the previous night’s events and with the pair of silky, powder blue panties Petra had insisted I wear for her after our shower hidden beneath my jeans, I found my confidence shaky to say the least.

 

“Everything okay, sweetie?” she’d asked as she’d walked up beside me, her hand gently patting my backside as she took her place beside me at the counter.

 

I felt my face flush and I nodded. “Almost done.” I told her.

 

“As I was telling your husband, we need a detailed account of the state of the room if our guest is reporting damage.” the young woman behind the counter told Petra.

 

Petra nodded. “Well, as I’m sure he told you, we had some accidents last night and the mattresses in both beds will need to be properly cleaned.” she calmly told the woman.

 

“What sort of accidents?” the woman asked.

 

I felt Petra’s eyes on me as I stared at the counter, my whole body feeling like it was glowing bright red with embarrassment. “I hadn’t gotten to that part yet.” I mumbled in response to the question I knew she was going to ask.

 

“My husband and daughter’s wet their respective beds last night.” Petra said as though it were a perfectly normal thing to have happened.

 

The young woman cleared her throat and began typing and I was sure she was fighting every urge to burst out laughing at my obvious embarrassment.

 

I’d spaced out while Petra took over settling the bill, alternating between staring at the counter top and the floor until I felt Petra taking my hand in hers and leading me through the lobby and out to the car, opening the passenger side door for me as I usually did for her, leaving me blushing as Rochelle and Ducky giggled softly behind me, little whispering voices just quiet enough for me not to hear what was being said.

 

“Something you girls would like to share?” Petra asked as she pulled away from the hotel and guided us back to the highway.

 

“Are you okay, Daddy?” Rochelle asked.

 

I nodded and swallowed, my throat dry from the experience at the counter.

 

“Daddy’s fine, honey, he’s just dealing with a lot of stuff right now and needs a little time to relax.” Petra told her, her right hand moving from the steering wheel to rest on my thigh, lightly rubbing it before giving it a little reassuring squeeze.

“I love you, Daddy.” Rochelle said sweetly.

 

“Me too, Daddy.” Ducky chimed in, equally as sweet.

 

Petra smiled at me and turned her attention to the rearview mirror. “So, how was your night last night, girls?” she asked. “Aside from the leaked diaper fiasco, obviously.” she added.

 

“It was fine.” Ducky said, “We were both pretty sleepy from all the driving and just kind of passed out.” she lied.

 

Petra nodded slowly as though she were taking in a large amount of information and was processing it in real time. “Deandra?” she asked quietly.

 

“Yes, Mommy?” Ducky said nervously.

 

Petra sighed. “You know I hate liars, right?” she asked.

 

Ducky returned the sigh. “Fine, we had sex, okay?” she blurted out.

 

“And?” Petra prodded.

 

“And it was amazing and we want to start dating because we really like each other.” Ducky said softly, sounding like Petra had beaten the information out of her.

 

Petra smiled as she looked at the pair in the mirror. “Thank you for telling the truth.” she said.

 

“You’re not mad?” Rochelle asked.

 

Petra shook her head. “Mommy has bigger things to deal with than two horny babies.” she said simply, looking at me from the corner of her eye, a smile creeping across her face.

 

I felt my cheeks flush as I looked at her, my head shaking softly to will her to not do what she was obviously planning on doing. Her hand squeezed my thigh softly once more.

 

“Hypothetically,” Petra said, “if Daddy were to take a break from being a grownup, would either of you have an issue with it?” she asked.

 

Silence filled the car.

 

“Break how?” Rochelle asked.

 

Petra’s smile widened as the color drained from my face. “If he were to be a baby like you two for a little while.” she replied.

 

Silence once more filled the car.

 

“I love you no matter what, Daddy.” Rochelle said.

 

“Me too, Daddy.” Ducky agreed.

Petra looked at me and smiled. “See, it’s just fine.” she said.

 

Everything hit me at once and I boiled over. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I shouted.

 

Petra jumped in her seat and quickly grabbed the wheel to keep the car steady.

 

“Why are you like this?!” I demanded. “You support me and make me feel better but you just can’t do something without drawing attention to it!” I continued. “No one else needs to know what we do in our bedroom, Petra, just like we don’t need to know what Rochelle and Ducky do in theirs!” I was breathing heavily, my hands shaking with rage.

 

“Calm do-” Petra started to say before I cut her off.

 

“No!” I yelled. “Last night made me feel truly loved and cared for, something I needed right now, and all you can think about is how you can use it to satisfy your fucking Domme complex!” I continued. “I submitted myself to you and gave up control, something you know is hard for me to do, and it just isn’t enough because you need that control to permeate every moment of your life!” I snapped.

 

“Daddy.” Rochelle said softly.

 

I ignored her. “What’s your endgame, Pet?” I asked. “What, you want me to be your little Sissy plaything for a while until you get bored and decide you need to be the baby again?” I asked.

 

“Daddy.” Rochelle said again, a little louder.

 

Again, I ignored her. “We’re not your fucking dolls, Pet!” I snapped. “You collect girls, whoring yourself out to them at gyms and grocery stores, like some kind of psychopath, and then when they don’t play your game you punish them with literal abuse!” I told her. “Christ, Deandra is your best friend, the one person you probably love as much as me in this world, and look at how you treat her!” I added.

 

“Daddy!” Rochelle screamed.

 

I turned my head around to look back at Rochelle. “What?!” I yelled, still in my rage headspace and not realizing I wasn’t angry at her.

 

Her eyes were wide with genuine shock and her bottom lip trembled softly before she threw the little box in her hands at the windshield and buried her face in her hands as she burst into tears.

 

The box bounced harmlessly off the windshield and landed at my feet and I watched numbly as Ducky unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted over to hug Rochelle and calm her down. I turned in my seat and picked up the box, opening it slowly as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

 

Inside the box was a pin, round and adorned with a black and white 1950’s style man in a suit with a little girl in his arms hugging her tightly, the words “Best Daddy” written beside them.

 

“Rochelle, I-” I started to say.

 

“You’re right.” Petra interrupted.

 

I looked at her, seeing the tears streaming down her face, makeup running down her cheeks and from the corners of her eyes.

 

“I have a problem, Zack.” she said quietly. “I don’t know why I do these things, it’s like it’s not really real to me or something, like I can do whatever I want and it’ll all work out for me because it always has.” she explained. “I’ve used and abused Deandra all our life and just took it as acceptable behavior because she continued to allow me to do so.” she added, sniffling the clear liquid running from her nose.

 

“Because I’m a freak that values herself so little that your affection, no matter how fucked up and hurtful feels deserved to me.” Ducky said. “I enable you to be that way because I don’t think I deserve better.” she said. “Rochelle showed me that I do, and that’s why I want to try and have a normal relationship with her.” she added.

 

“Stop the car.” I said quietly.

 

Petra pulled off the highway and pulled into a nearby grocery store a block or two up the road and stopped the car at the far end of the parking lot before breaking down completely and allowing her tears to flow freely as she sobbed into her hands.

 

I opened my door and got out of the car, going to Rochelle’s door and opening it before I reached inside and unbuckled her seatbelt to pull her from the seat and into my arms for a hug. “I’m so sorry I yelled at you, baby, I didn’t mean to, I was just so angry at Mommy and I lost control.” I apologized.

 

Rochelle hugged me tightly and sobbed into my shoulder. “I wanted to give you your present because I thought it would make you not angry anymore.” she said between sobs.

 

I rubbed her back softly. “I know, baby, and it worked, I’m not angry anymore.” I told her, my own tears flowing freely now. “I’m just grateful that I have such a sweet and loving daughter to make me happy when I’m not okay.” I said.

 

Ducky got out of the car and went to Petra’s door, opened it and helped her out, hugging her as they both cried.

 

“Come here.” I called out.

 

They came around the car slowly, supporting one another as though they’d just survived an explosion and joined Rochelle and I in our hug.

 

“You’re my family, all of you.” I said, the hard lump in my throat aching dully as I choked the words out. “But we need to sort all of this drama out right now if we’re going to be a happy family.” I said.

 

All of them nodded softly.

 

“Five minute break for us to all get our emotions under control, and then back in the car for a family meeting.” I said before walking away with Rochelle, hugging the girl as I walked.

 

*********

 

The car was deathly silent as we all sat in it five minutes later. No one wanted to be the first to speak, but eventually Rochelle did.

 

“Deandra and I are going to start dating.” she said. “I want to go back to school and I think it would be good for her to do so as well and we can gain some independence and see whether a normal adult relationship between us can work.” she explained.

 

I nodded. “Deandra?” I asked.

 

Ducky nodded and took Rochelle’s hand in hers, lifting it up to kiss it softly. “I want to see if something like a normal adult relationship is possible for me.” she said. “I know it sounds like I’m gambling with Rochelle’s emotions, but if we both work toward making things positive and good between us I know we’ll succeed.” she explained.

 

I nodded again. “Petra?” I asked.

 

Petra nodded. “I want you both to be happy, and I’ll do anything I can to help you.” she said. She looked at me and gave a hopeful smile, “I have a wonderful partner and I know what a good relationship can feel like and I love both of you so much that I’d never try and stop you from having that for yourselves.” she said.

 

I sighed. “I need a break from being Daddy.” I said. “Last night I realized that there’s a part of me that I’ve kept buried and wasn’t aware was suffering from neglect.” I took Petra’s hand in mine and kissed it as Ducky had with Rochelle. “I want to figure out a healthy and happy way for you to be Mommy and for me to be baby that fulfills both our needs.” I told her.

 

Petra nodded. “I’d like that for us.” she agreed.

 

The whole car felt brighter and happier and we all individually breathed a little easier.

 

“I think we should see a counselor.” I told Petra. “You and I for our stuff and all four of us for family stuff.” I continued.

 

Everyone nodded their consent.

 

“I’m sorry.” Petra said after a moment.

 

I nodded. “I’m sorry I yelled.” I told her.

 

She shook her head. “It needed to happen.” she said.

 

I furrowed my brow. “I know, but I’ve known about your problem for a long time and never dealt with it until it directly affected me.” I said. I reached out a hand to touch Ducky’s knee. “I’m sorry, Deandra.” I told her.

 

She smiled and put her free hand on mine. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” she said. “You and Petra have made my life the happiest it could be, I’m grateful to you both.” she explained. “Plus, I got to meet Rochelle because of you, and that’s probably going to be my new best thing.” she added, leaning in and kissing Rochelle on the top of her head.

 

*********

 

“I love you.” I said softly, staying quiet so I didn’t wake Ducky and Rochelle as they snored softly in the backseat some hours later.

 

Petra reached over and took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently. “I love you too.” she said equally quiet.

 

I sighed. “I’ve done a lot of thinking about what I want and what I need.” I said.

She nodded softly. “And?” she asked.

 

I swallowed hard, my heart beating faster. “I want to feel the way I felt last night more often than just once in a while.” I said. “The need is trickier.” I said after a long pause.

 

“There’s no pressure to decide everything right now.” she said reassuringly, squeezing my hand gently again.

 

I nodded. “I think I need to not be in control of what I need.” I said. “Like, if I have to say something I’ll chicken out.” I explained.

 

She smiled and brought my hand up to kiss the back of it. “We can play hot and cold.” she offered.

 

I blushed, remembering the game back when I was learning to be a Daddy and her using the simple points of “hot” when I was doing something correctly, and “cold” when I was wrong, warming and cooling as necessary to get to the desired result. “Okay.” I agreed.

 

Petra checked on the sleeping girls in the mirror. “Diapers.” she said simply.

 

“Hot.” I said, my face warming.

 

“Baby clothes?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “Hot.” I confirmed.

 

“Baby boy clothes?” she asked.

 

I swallowed hard again. “Colder?” I said, making it sound like a question.

 

She smiled. “Baby girl clothes?” she asked.

 

I sighed. “Hot.” I admitted.

 

She hid her smile and cleared her throat. “Anal sex?” she asked.

 

Beneath my jeans my hardness rubbed against the silk fabric of her panties and I shuddered involuntarily. “Giving?” I asked, trying to stall.

 

“Receiving.” she said simply.

 

I nodded shamefully. “Hot.” I said softly.

 

“Public exposure?” she asked.

 

My hardness twinged and the panties got a little slicker. “Hot.” I said, my face feeling like it might catch fire from the heat in it. I was looking down at my hands when the turn signal began to tick and we were moving off the highway. “What are you doing?” I asked, knowing exactly what she was doing.

 

“Being a good Mommy.” she said softly. “Now, unless you want to wake the other girls, I suggest you pop that thumb in your mouth,” she said, “young lady.” she added seductively.

 

As the car pulled in to an abandoned lot with an oil derrick and little else around for miles, I moved my shaking hand upward and stuck my thumb in my mouth.

 

“Good girl.” she praised quietly.

 

Another spasm in my jeans made my other hand move to my lap, partly to check for dampness and also to gently rub my throbbing manhood.

 

“Mommy will take care of that too, sweetie.” she said.

 

She got out of the car, grabbing a diaper from the bag behind my seat along with the powder and wipes before she did and made her way to my side to unbuckle my seatbelt and take the hand not connected to my mouth and lead me to the back of the car.

 

I sat on the open tailgate and allowed her to remove my shoes and pants, flushing as she saw the quarter sized spot of excitement on the front of her panties along with the sizable bulge beneath.

 

She clucked her tongue. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with big girl panties.” she chided, taking my hardness in her hand through the panties to lightly stroke forward and back.

 

I sucked my thumb harder and whimpered as I closed my eyes, feeling the building orgasm welling up inside me until I exploded in the panties, shuddering and bucking my hips into her hand.

 

She nodded in satisfaction and peeled the ruined panties from me after guiding me onto my back. “Give me your hand.” she commanded.

 

I offered her my hand.

 

“The other one.” she said, eyeing my thumb sucking hand.

 

I popped my thumb from my mouth and held out my hand, watching as she wrapped the panties around my wrist and put the soiled center of the garment over my thumb before she guided it back to my lips.

 

“Clean these well enough and Mommy won’t have to punish you for having a naughty accident in her panties.” she said.

 

I whimpered, staring at the mess I’d made in the panties mere inches from my mouth, the smell of semen filling my nostrils. I closed my eyes and allowed her to push my panty clad thumb into my mouth, the warm saltiness of my mess shocking me as I began to suck, feeling intense shame at not wanting to stop it from happening.

 

She patted my head. “Good girl.” she praised, helping back down onto my back to diaper me up in one of the pink princess diapers.

 

The fit was snugger than I’d have preferred, as we both knew it would be, but here I was in a girl’s diaper and shirt, sucking on cum drenched panties around my thumb while two women I considered my daughters napped inches away, and all I could feel was gratitude and love for Petra. “Thank you, Mommy.” I mumbled around my thumb and the garment around it.

 

She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Thank you for trusting me with your wants and needs.” she said, wiping a tear from her eye before she put my shoes back on my feet for me and took my hand to lead me back to the front of the car.

 

Rochelle and Ducky were still snoring peacefully as my pants were put in the diaper bag behind my seat and we got back on the road.

 

“Aside from the destination and the reason for the trip, I think this is one of our best trips.” I said quietly, allowing my thumb and the now significantly cleaner panties to leave my mouth.

 

Petra nodded. “We’ve covered a lot of ground on this trip, as a couple and as a family.” she agreed.

 

I scooted closer and leaned over to rest my head on her shoulder. “I love you, Mommy.” I said softly.

 

She took her hand from the wheel and reached up to stroke my cheek. “Mommy love’s you too, baby.” she said.

 

The green sign above the road came into view a short time later to alert us that we’d be arriving at my Dad’s house within the hour, and I savored the warmth and calming feeling of my diaper growing wetter as I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

To Be Continued...

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Chapter Twenty One

“To Grandfather’s House We Go”

 

Petra pulled in to another abandoned lot, something my hometown had a lot of it seemed, and reached over to gently caress and squeeze the front of my diaper, smirking at the recently added warmth and wet squish she felt beneath her fingertips.

 

“Nerves.” I explained lamely.

 

She nodded. “We can put your pants on over the diaper if it makes you feel better.” she offered.

 

I shook my head vehemently. “No.” I said. “No baby stuff from anyone while we’re here.” I told her.

 

She sighed. “Zack, no one is here to cause a scene, we’re here for you.” she said, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair.

 

I nodded. “I know, but, well, you know how my family is.” I told her.

 

She nodded. “I know how they were.” she said. “But I know that your parents were very accepting of our lifestyle, and given the circumstances-” she was explaining before I cut her off.

 

“No. Baby. Stuff.” I repeated, placing emphasis on each word as I looked into her eyes.

 

She nodded her understanding. “Alright, I’ll wake the girls and we can all get changed and ready to go to your dad’s.” she said, half turning to gently rouse Rochelle and Ducky awake.

 

Both girls giggled softly as Petra held the door for me to get out of the car, the sight of their big, strong Daddy in an overly snug pink princess diaper proving too much for their little selves to not find silly.

 

“Girls.” Petra chided.

 

Rochelle rushed to me and hugged me tight, followed by Ducky.

 

“Sorry for laughing, Daddy, it’s just kinda silly to see you in a diaper.” Rochelle told me.

 

“It’s too small is the problem.” Ducky said, trying to reassure me.

 

Petra led the crinkling collective to the back of the car once the hugs were done and began the changing session with me, my cheeks pink as Rochelle and Ducky stood by watching. I was given my boxers back once I was cleaned up and dismissed to finish dressing myself while the girls got their changes.

 

Neither girl seemed particularly happy with having to go back to panties, but Petra explained my feelings on the matter and no further argument was given as diapers were removed and outfits were changed to turn Rochelle and Ducky into proper adult women once more.

 

“We need you both to look out for each other when it comes to the bathroom, okay?” Petra asked. “Go together and try to use the toilet even if you don’t think you need to go, alright?” she asked.

 

Once heads nodded and agreements were made I took my place behind the wheel and finished the short drive to my dad’s house, my stomach lurching as I turned onto the street and drove through the neighborhood I grew up in. As I pulled into the driveway of the old two story house I felt like I wanted to vomit or cry or both, but pushed everything down and forced myself to get out of the car.

 

We all stood on the porch after ringing the doorbell, Petra to my right and Ducky to my left and Rochelle standing in front of us, her back pressed against us as if she were trying to keep close and safe.

 

“Well, look at this lovely bunch of ladies!” my father exclaimed as he opened the door, his face genuinely brightening as he looked from one girl to the next and finally settled on me. “And my handsome son.” he said, his voice tinged with sadness as he stuck out his hand to shake mine, pulling me into a hug a moment later.

 

We parted and I cleared my throat. “Dad, this is Rochelle,” I said, placing a hand on Rochelle’s shoulder, “and Deandra.” I said, gently taking Ducky’s hand to guide her to Rochelle’s side. “They’re our daughters.” I said proudly.

 

My father looked up from Rochelle and Ducky to a nodding and smiling Petra and finally to me, his face giving no indication as to what he was thinking until he looked back at Rochelle and Ducky and beamed proudly. “I knew you two would make beautiful kids, but I didn’t expect you to be able to pick ‘em out as well!” he exclaimed, moving in to hug Rochelle and Ducky respectively.

 

“Thank you, sir, it’s an honor to meet you.” Rochelle said softly once the hug ended.

 

“Thank you, sir, you have a lovely home, and I’m very sorry for your loss.” Ducky said nervously once her hug had ended.

 

My dad nodded slowly, looking from Ducky to Rochelle before clapping his hands suddenly, making all of us jump a little. “I think there might be some candy in one of the drawers in the kitchen if you two can find it, it’s yours.” he told them, a twinkle in his eyes.

 

“Can we, Daddy?” Rochelle exclaimed, looking up at me and then clamping her hand over her mouth as she realized what she’d said. “I’m sorry, I forgot.” she said quietly, looking like she was about to cry for having let me down.

 

I knelt down and hugged her. “You didn’t do anything wrong, honey.” I told her before I picked her up and set her on my hip, bouncing her softly as my dad moved inside and we walked into the house after him.

 

*********

 

“Your mother would’ve loved those girls.” my dad said as he sat down in the overstuffed leather chair across the small glass coffee table from the couch Petra and I sat on in the living room.

 

I nodded as I watched Rochelle and Ducky going through drawers in the kitchen together, happily chatting and giggling as they quested for candy.

 

“I assume they’re like you, dear.” he said to Petra.

 

“No, they’re good girls.” she teased, sharing a laugh with him. “We agreed,” she said taking my hand in hers, “that there’d be no baby stuff while we were here.” she told him.

 

He waved his hand dismissively. “Not on my account, I hope.” he said. “It’s been too long since this house had little feet pattering around.” he added, taking a sip of his coffee.

 

I grimaced. “I figured since we were here for a funeral it wouldn’t be appropriate.” I told him.

 

He sighed. “Do you know that she, your mama, and I fought like the dickens about what to do with you when you were growing up?” he asked me.

 

I shook my head. “In what way?” I asked.

 

He sat forward in his chair with a groan of effort. “When you were wetting the bed every night she was convinced that it was a cry for her attention.” he said, “I had to draw a line in the sand with her when she started talking about turning the guest room into a nursery for you.” he explained.

 

Petra stifled a giggle, “Really?!” she chortled.

 

My dad nodded. “Oh yeah!” he confirmed. “She had this notebook that she’d written all kinds of plans in, drew pictures of little outfits she wanted to make for you and everything.” he explained.

 

I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Thank you for stopping her.” I managed to say.

 

He nodded. “I did what I could, but she had baby fever when it came to you.” he told me.

 

“I was the youngest.” I said. “Randy was already out of the house, and Lucy was always fighting with her.” I added.

 

Another nod from him as he sipped his coffee and watched Rochelle and Ducky celebrating the finding of the legendary candy.

 

“Mommy, Daddy, look what we found!” Ducky exclaimed as she and Rochelle held out their hands to show half a dozen wrapped hard candies in their open hands.

 

Petra held out her hands. “I’ll hold onto those for you, girls.” she said.

 

Both girls pouted as they relinquished their haul into her hands, watching it be deposited into her purse with sad eyes.

 

“I think we should probably take a potty break after all that excitement.” Petra said, standing up and moving to where the girls were standing.

 

My dad cleared his throat. “If you need a place to change ‘em, the guest room is upstairs, second door on the right.” he explained.

 

Petra looked at me. “Daddy?” she asked. “Would it be alright with you if I got our little one’s changed?” she asked.

 

I sighed and nodded, genuinely nervous she’d press me to join them in getting changed, but she didn’t, she merely took their hands and headed out to the car to get the diaper bags.

 

“We’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, Frank.” she told my dad as she herded the girls past him to the stairs.

 

My dad smiled and sighed contentedly. “You’re a lucky man, son.” he told me.

 

I nodded. “I know.” I agreed. “How are you holding up, Pop?” I asked after a long, awkward silence.

 

He shrugged. “Night’s the hardest.” he said. “House is big and empty to begin with, but I keep busy to make it less noticeable, but that bed being empty and cold is real hard to handle.” he explained, staring into his coffee cup.

 

“When are Randy and Lucy getting in?” I asked, wanting to shift away from the hurtful subject for his benefit as much as mine.

 

“Randy got in yesterday and Lucy’ll be in tonight.” he said.

 

I nodded and sipped my coffee. “They bringing the families?” I asked.

 

My dad rolled his eyes. “Randy said he didn’t want to pull the boys out of school and I’ve no clue who or what your sister’s even married to at this point to know what to expect.” he said.

 

“Some things never change, huh?” I asked.

 

He nodded absently. “How’s work?” he asked.

 

I shrugged. “Same as always.” I told him.

 

We made customary, non emotional and very manly small talk until the soft rustling of diapers and the creak of the wooden stairs drew our attention away. Rochelle came around the corner in a little yellow sundress with daisies adorning it, her bare feet making her look absolutely precious as she scurried over to me and climbed on my lap, the pacifier clipped to her dress bobbing softly between her lips. Petra appeared with Ducky in tow, the two wearing matching dresses in bubblegum pink with little white hearts all over them, Ducky suckling her own pacifier while Petra’s dangled from her dress as they made their way to the couch, Petra sitting beside me and Ducky sitting on her lap as Rochelle had done with me.

 

My dad’s smile spread across his face as he set his coffee cup down on the table. “Let me get my camera.” he said, groaning as he stood up and shuffled off out of the room.

 

“Use the one on your phone, dad!” I called out, gently bouncing Rochelle on my lap as I reached over to stroke Ducky’s hair and then Petra’s.

 

“Huh!?” he asked from somewhere in the house, returning a moment later. “I forgot, these phones are cameras now, right?” he asked, pulling his phone from his pocket as the girls stifled giggles. He held the phone up and tapped the screen far more times than was necessary, “Don’t laugh at your old Grandpa, he’s not as tech savvy as you young ladies.” he playfully chided.

 

We sat for our picture to be taken and then I explained what had gone wrong when he showed me the blurry or finger blocked pictures, sat for retakes and all agreed that the second attempt was vastly superior as he sat back down with a satisfied smile.

“Frank, do you happen to know if that notebook you said Molly was keeping is still around?” Petra asked a short time later.

 

My dad got a thoughtful look on his face and nodded. “It’d be in her craft room, somewhere.” he said. “You’re welcome to look for it, and take anything you come across that might go to outfitting these little angels.” he said.

 

“Mommy?” Ducky asked quietly.

 

“Yes, baby?” Petra asked.

 

Ducky blushed and softly rubbed her stomach.

 

Petra nodded and chuckled softly. “Frank, would you mind terribly handing me that little blanket on top of the diaper bag there beside you?” she asked.

 

My dad looked over the arm of the chair and picked up the blanket, rising to hand it over to Petra, clearing his throat and looking to me as she opened it and draped it over Ducky, moving her hands below the blanket.

 

“I started nursing when we adopted Rochelle, and Deandra didn’t want to be left out.” Petra explained as she gently began to rock her body back and forth as she softly patted Ducky’s crinkly bottom.

 

My dad nodded. “It’s amazing how wonderful a mother you are, Petra.” he said. “I mean, not that I thought you’d be a bad mother, just-” he hurriedly tried to correct his potentially insulting statement.

 

“How can a woman that’s a baby herself take care of a baby?” she asked. “Or multiple babies.” she added, looking at Rochelle and I.

 

My dad nodded. “That’s all I meant, not anything bad about you.” he told her.

 

She smiled. “It’s not all that different from having a baby though, is it?” she asked. “I mean, I never would’ve thought we were ready to be parents, but when Rochelle and Deandra came into our lives we just knew what we needed to be for them.” she explained.

 

My dad nodded again. “Nothing prepares you for being a parent, you just need to jump in headfirst and hope there’s something soft at the bottom.” he said.

 

*********

 

That evening Rochelle and Ducky helped Petra make dinner and we all gathered at the dining room table to eat and talk and once the table was cleared and the dishes were done we retired to the living room to wind down before the girls went down for the night. Rochelle took her spot beneath the blanket to nurse from Petra while Ducky cuddled with my dad in his chair drinking a bottle of Petra’s milk while he held it for her and rocked her softly.

 

“Like riding a bike?” Petra asked.

 

My dad nodded. “It’s been a long time, but it really is a wonderful thing to have little ones in the house again.” he said softly as he looked at Ducky struggling to keep her eyes open.

 

I stood up picked Rochelle up from Petra’s lap once she’d finished nursing and gently patted her back to get a burp from her followed by a contented sigh as she slumped sleepily against me, her head on my shoulder. “I’ll come back for that one.” I said softly as I walked toward the stairs.

 

Rochelle squirmed and leaned over with her arms outstretched to my dad as I neared his chair. “G’night, Grandpa.” she cooed softly, wrapping her little arms around him when I knelt down to get her closer to him.

 

“Goodnight, sugarplum.” he said, returning her hug and kissing her cheek softly.

 

I lay Rochelle down on the guest bed and went to work getting her undressed to change her diaper and get her into her pajamas. “Did you have a good day, baby?” I asked her.

 

She yawned softly and nodded. “Grandpa is nice.” she said.

 

I finished changing her into an overnight diaper and got her footed pajamas on and zipped up before helping her under the covers where I slipped her pacifier between her lips and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, angel.” I whispered before slipping out the door and back down the stairs.

 

“She’s out like a light.” my dad whispered as I rounded the corner and peeked in on Ducky.

 

I nodded and scooped the softly snoring girl up into my arms, repeating the process with her that I’d done with Rochelle before tucking her in beside the now snoring girl already in the bed.

 

“I’m pretty beat too.” Petra said when I returned.

 

“Need help getting ready for bed, babe?” I asked her.

 

She shook her head and leaned up to kiss my cheek. “Don’t stay up too late.” she said before going to my dad and bending down to hug and kiss him where he sat. “Night, Frank.” she said before a yawn hit her and she slipped off to the stairs.

 

“You’ve done well for yourself, son.” he said. “Your family is beautiful and you’re a great father.” he told me.

 

I smiled. “I learned from the best.” I said.

 

He shook his head. “You didn’t get all I’ve seen from me.” he said. “Your brother and sister are a mess, total disasters if I’m being honest, but you, you’ve come a long way from that little boy who’s mama thought he needed to go back to the nursery.” he said.

 

I felt my cheeks warm. “She wasn’t wrong though.” I said, my heart beating faster in my chest. “I mean, I’ve tried to deal with losing her and keeping everything together for the girls, but…” I trailed off, the hard lump in my throat aching and keeping the words from coming.

 

He sat forward in his chair. “Son, you’re a good man, a loving husband, and a caring father,” he said, “there’s no shame in needing someone to take care of you when you’re struggling.” he added.

 

I wiped my eyes. “That’s a new outlook for you.” I said.

 

He nodded. “Your mom and I had our fair share of fights over the years, but at the end of the day we both knew that when the shit hit the fan we’d do anything for each other.” he explained. “I see that in you and Petra.” he added.

 

I thought of my night with Petra as her baby and the incident on the drive in and smiled. “I’ve always believed that you were ashamed of me for being a bedwetter when I was growing up, that you saw me as some kind of sissy or something because I let mom take care of me when I was struggling with it.” I explained.

 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding and supportive.” he said. “My generation isn’t exactly open minded when it comes to those, what are they called?” he asked.

 

“Alternative lifestyles.” I said.

 

He pointed a finger at me. “Those.” he said. “Look, gay, straight, boy or girl, man or baby, I don’t care what you are because you’re my son and I’m proud of you.” he said. “Just don’t think I’ll be feeding you a bottle on my lap anytime soon.” he teased, laughing at his own joke.

 

I blushed and pushed that humiliating image out of my head as fast as possible and laughed with him.

 

He sighed and stood up. “I suppose I oughta turn in too.” he said.

 

I stood up and hugged him back when he put his arms around me.

 

“Goodnight, son.” he said. “I love you and it means the world to me that you and your lovely family are staying here with me.” he told me.

 

“Night, dad, I love you too.” I told him as I watched him trudge up the stairs to bed.

 

After I shut all the lights off and crept upstairs, checking in on Rochelle and Ducky first before sneaking into mine and Petra’s room I changed into my sleep shorts and climbed into bed, cuddling Petra as I got in.

 

“Mmm.” Petra murmured contentedly. “Did you go potty before bed, baby?” she asked sleepily.

 

I blushed but stayed quiet, kissing her cheek softly and sighing as I finally felt relaxed and stable after what seemed like ages of spiraling out of control emotionally. I slipped out of bed to head to the bathroom, feeling very small and silly at doing so after Petra had reminded me, but returned to bed once I’d finished and snuggled in to Petra to make her my little spoon, the warmth of her body against mine making me feel instantly sleepy as I drifted off to join her in slumber.

 

To Be Continued...

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[kerry]

I keep thinking this story will start getting repetitive, but you are brilliantly keeping it fresh. I love this chapter!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

12 minutes ago, kerry said:

I keep thinking this story will start getting repetitive, but you are brilliantly keeping it fresh. I love this chapter!

Thank you! This is low key my favorite story I've written to date, glad you're enjoying it!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

This is a big, honkin' chapter with a lot of stuff happening. Super happy and positive stuff throughout, I really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it!

Oh, also, I'm curious if anyone would have an interest in a spin off story about Ducky and Rochelle's relationship and school and stuff or if that should stay here in the main narrative. I only ask because I don't know if it would make it feel like too much was going on and would make things harder to keep track of, if you have thoughts or feelings about it one way or another let me know, but if not then I'll see how it feels when we get further along.

 

Chapter Twenty Two

Family Values

 

I woke up the following morning to the smell of pancakes and the sight of an unfamiliar room, though I quickly recalled where we were once I began to rub the sleep from my eyes. Petra was still snoring away beside me and I looked at the small bedside clock and figured she’d be out for a few more hours at least and groaned as I got up and trudged to the bedroom door, opening it and heading into the hall, walking to Rochelle and Ducky’s room to check on them. An empty bed greeted me as I looked through the open door and I heard faint giggling downstairs and the sound of my dad’s voice, I crept to the edge of the stairs and moved down slowly, muscle memory bringing back my knowledge of the “safe” spots on the stairs I could walk without making any creaks or groans of protest from the wood.

 

At the bottom of the stairs I peeked around the corner and saw my dad on the couch with a photo album on his lap, on his right, cuddled against him nursing a bottle of milk was Ducky and on his left with an identical bottle of milk was Rochelle. Both girls held the bottles with both hands and looked at the pictures in the album as my dad explained who the people were and what event was taking place in them.

 

“Ah, here’s your Daddy in his fourth grade play of Peter Pan.” he explained, pointing to a photo. “He was the best Captain Hook the school had ever seen.” he said.

 

“Is that Grandma?” Ducky asked, letting one hand off her bottle as she pulled it from her mouth to point at a photo.

 

My dad nodded. “Yes it is.” he said. “She loved her gardening.” he said.

 

“She was very pretty.” Rochelle said softly.

 

My dad nodded. “Too pretty for me, that’s for sure.” he said with a chuckle. “Y’know, the first time I saw her was at the Founder’s Day parade.” he said, smiling as both girls resumed drinking their bottles. “She was on the biggest and most important float of the parade, the Founder’s Crown.” he explained, turning the page in the photo album and pointing to a picture.

 

I’d seen the picture before, my mother in a sparkling gown seated on a luxurious looking throne waving out at the crowd, her deep dimples on display as she beamed proudly at the people lining the street.

 

“She’d won the annual beauty pageant and had been crowned ‘Founder’s Queen’.” my dad explained, sighing softly as he smiled at the photo and the fond memory.

 

I moved down the rest of the stairs and rounded the corner, smiling at Rochelle and Ducky as their faces lit up when they saw me. “I hope they didn’t wake you, pop.” I said.

 

He waved his hand dismissively. “Babies and old folks run on a different schedule.” he said. “I was already up when these two came toddling down.” he explained.

 

“Did Grandpa make you breakfast?” I asked.

 

Both girls nodded, the syrup spotted bibs still around their necks giving away the secret breakfast rendezvous.

 

“We had pancakes!” Ducky chirped.

 

I smiled. “Well, don’t let me interrupt, I’m just going to get some coffee.” I said.

 

“Petra still asleep?” my dad asked.

 

I nodded as I grabbed a cup from the cabinet. “Probably won’t see her for a while yet.” I told him.

 

He closed the photo album and set it on the coffee table. “I wasn’t sure what the protocol was, so I didn’t bother to check them, but one of ‘em could use a change.” he said, putting an arm over each of the girls before kissing the tops of their heads.

 

I nodded and sipped the coffee I’d just poured. “Grandpa’s don’t handle diapers, they handle candy and fun.” I said. “Right, girls?” I asked.

 

Both girls giggled and nodded, hugging my dad before they slipped out from under his arms and off the couch to toddle to me. Setting down my cup on the counter I picked Rochelle up first and gave her bottom a pat through her pajamas, turning her to the side to sniff her bottom, her giggling making Ducky giggle. Only smelling pee and baby powder, I set her down and repeated the process with Ducky, finding a lumpier feel at my patting and a much worse smell when I sniffed. “Found the culprit.” I told him, setting Ducky back down as she giggled along with Rochelle.

 

“The tub off my room is biggest if you wanna give ‘em a bath.” my dad offered as he got up from the couch and put the album away.

 

I nodded and removed the bibs from around the girls necks before taking another sip of my coffee. “When are Randy and Lucy coming over?” I asked, looking at the clock on the stove.

 

He sighed. “They aren’t.” he said. “They’ll be meeting us at the church.” he added.

 

“Couldn’t be bothered to stop by beforehand to see you?” I asked, not surprised in the least at either of my sibling’s behavior.

 

“They aren’t coming because I told them you were here with Petra and the girls.” he said after a moment of hesitation. “Randy said the house sounded like it was too crowded already and Lucy didn’t really say much of anything.” he explained.

 

I sighed. “Well, this is going to be a blast then.” I said humorlessly.

 

Rochelle toddled up beside me and gently tugged on my shirt. “Daddy?” she asked quietly.

 

I knelt down and smiled at her, “Yes, angel?” I asked.

 

She held her hands on her stomach, gently moving them around, “I gotta go.” she whispered.

 

I nodded and kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna take them upstairs and bathed before Petra gets up so she can help get them dressed and ready before we have to go.” I told my dad as I scooped Rochelle up and took Ducky’s hand, heading for the stairs.

“I’ll be out in the garage if you need anything.” he said, smiling and waving at the girls as he headed the opposite direction.

 

We hadn’t made it completely up the stairs before Rochelle began to fill her diaper, her ability to go as easily as a real baby was quite impressive and I shifted her in my arms to give her a better position to do her business, rubbing her back as we ascended the stairs, bumping into Petra staggering out of our room.

 

“Good morning, Mommy.” I said, kissing her cheek as she yawned and stretched, her sleep shirt lifting to show the drooping diaper beneath.

 

She smiled and kissed my cheek and then Ducky’s and then Rochelle’s once she’d finished stretching and yawning. “Morning, sweetie’s.” she mumbled.

 

“I’m gonna get these two stinky girls into the bath.” I told her. “There’s coffee and my dad is out in the garage.” I told her, knowing she’d go down just as she was.

 

She nodded. “I’ll grab a shower once I have some coffee.” she said, rubbing her eyes.

 

I kissed her cheek again and continued down the hallway as she continued toward the stairs.

 

*********

 

Freshly bathed and dried off, I carried Rochelle and held Ducky’s hand as I led them back to their room, wrapped in their towels as I set Rochelle down on the bed and guided Ducky to take a seat beside her.

 

“Girls, I know we talked before we got here about no baby stuff and that didn’t really work out, but today is for real big girl day.” I told them.

 

Both of them nodded.

“We know that funerals are serious, Da- Zack.” Rochelle said, her face somber.

 

Ducky nodded. “We won’t do anything to embarrass you or ourselves.” she said.

 

I shook my head. “Neither of you are or will ever be an embarrassment.” I said, standing up and lifting Rochelle to put her on my lap while I put my arm around Ducky. “My brother is an asshole, and if he’s dealing with losing our mom in his own way then he’ll probably get drunk and if he does he’s going to say not nice things to me and I can handle that.” I explained. “What I can’t handle is if he focuses on any of you girls.” I added.

 

Ducky leaned into my hug, resting her head on my chest. “We can handle jerks.” she said.

 

Rochelle nodded her agreement, absently stroking Ducky’s head as she lay against me.

 

“I don’t want you to have to though.” I said. “I’ll handle him, you just stay with Petra and do your best to deal with anyone you mingle with.” I told them.

 

They both nodded their understanding.

 

“What about Lucy?” Petra asked from the doorway.

 

I shrugged and sighed. “Dad says he has no idea what she’s been up to.” I told her. “Best bet is to avoid her as much as possible too.” I added.

 

“Is she mean like your brother?” Ducky asked.

 

I shook my head and looked at Petra knowingly, her face flushing softly as she cleared her throat.

 

“She and I,” she hesitated, “found some common ground.” she said.

 

Ducky looked at her in stunned silence. “You slept with her?!” she exclaimed.

 

Petra shook her head and nervously giggled as she waddled over to the bed and kissed the top of Ducky’s head. “We never slept together, she just expressed some curiosity in-” she was struggling to tip toe around what she wanted to say.

 

“They got drunk and played baby together.” I said. “There was kissing and they both masturbated in their diapers, but nothing happened between them otherwise, right?” I asked Petra.

 

Petra nodded, her blush persisting. “We hadn’t gotten married yet and I wasn’t as reserved as I am today.” she explained.

 

Ducky snorted. “Reserved, huh?” she asked.

 

“Careful, Deandra, that naked bottom could be nice and pink today.” Petra warned.

 

Ducky shook her head. “Zack said we’re grownups today.” she responded with impunity.

 

Petra smiled. “Today is only going to last so long, sweetie.” she said ominously.

 

I cleared my throat. “Pet, I need you to get out of your diaper and into the shower while I get these two into some training pants for the day just in case.” I said, scooting Rochelle off my lap before I stood up. “You wear a pair too and pack some extras in your purse for emergencies.” I commanded, my Daddy authority restored completely.

 

Petra nodded dutifully. “Yes, sir.” she said before slipping off to the bedroom door.

 

“Pet.” I said, beckoning her over to us before I stood Ducky and Rochelle up and hugged them all at once. “No matter what happens today, I love you all and will do anything to keep you happy and safe.” I said before I kissed them all on the forehead and set about beginning to get Ducky and Rochelle started on getting ready.

 

*********

 

We arrived at the church on the other side of town a few hours later, my dad and I in the front and the girls in the back of the car. Petra had allowed them both to nurse prior to getting dressed and reminded them both about using the potty and staying together if she and I were busy with other people. I reminded Petra to heed her own advice and she’d quietly reminded me to do the same when we were alone in our room getting dressed.

 

The girls were dressed in simple gray and black dresses of varying styles but all looked beautiful despite the occasion such dresses were to be worn. Petra had been working with Rochelle to learn how to better style the girl’s hair and had managed to an incredible job with it, pulling it up into a lovely looking puff on the top of her head making it easy to avoid her hair getting caught on her dress. Ducky had gone with a simple clip to keep her hair to the side that made her look elegant, something I’d been sure to compliment her on when Petra presented them for inspection prior to us leaving. Petra had styled her own hair into a simple bun, making her look mature and shockingly sexy.

 

“You girls look beautiful.” my dad had said for the third time as we parked outside the church, a trio of polite ‘thank you’s’ coming from the backseat.

 

“There’s Lucy.” I said, pointing out the passenger side window at my sister getting out of her car.

 

Shorter than me and my brother, Lucy was built like Petra, smaller frame and pixie like features, where my brother and I took after our dad in the looks department, she was our mother’s daughter through and through. Her black hair was done into a loose ponytail, the length shorter than the last time I’d seen her. She was wearing a simple gray dress similar to Petra’s and had I not known better, I’d assume they’d coordinated outfits prior to getting here.

 

We all started getting out of the car to greet her when another woman came around from the driver’s side and took my sister’s hand in her own. The woman was as tall as me, striking an eerie similarity to Petra and I when I saw them together.

“Hi, Lucy.” Petra said politely, waving as she waited for Rochelle to get out of the car before closing the door behind them both.

 

“Petra?!” Lucy asked, waving excitedly when she visually confirmed it was Petra she was seeing, pulling the taller woman along as she came over and hugged Petra.

 

“It’s good to see you again!” Petra said.

 

“I know!” Lucy chirped excitedly, “Gosh, it’s been like a million years!” she exclaimed, giggling to herself. “And who is this beautiful lady?” she asked, looking at Rochelle.

 

“My name is Rochelle, Ma’am.” Rochelle said politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m sorry for your loss.” she added.

 

“Rochelle is our daughter.” I said as I came around the car with Ducky beside me. “And this is our other daughter, Deandra.” I added.

 

Ducky curtsied before taking a spot beside Rochelle. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lucy.” she said. “I’m very sorry for your loss as well.” she added, taking Rochelle’s hand in hers as I came up beside Petra.

 

Lucy beamed, her face plastered with an elated smile. “What a lovely family you have, Zack.” she said. “This is my wife, Harriet.” she said, gesturing to the taller woman.

 

We exchanged greetings and polite smiles.

 

“Oh, Daddy!” Lucy exclaimed as our dad got out of the car, her smile fading to be somber and pitying as she hurried to him and hugged him tightly.

 

“Hey there, peanut.” he said, his pet name from our youth sticking all these years.

 

Harriet was quite lovely despite having a hideous name. Her long red hair flowed down in tight, springy coils and she wore a very smart looking black dress that was much more flashy in comparison to my girls outfits, the neckline plunging to allow her ample cleavage, lightly freckled like her face was, to be displayed, the small necklace she was wearing answered my lingering question about the nature of her and my sister’s relationship, a small circle with light blue and pink on a half each and a small red heart with a white bar in the middle of it inside the circle, the ABDL Pride symbol.

 

Petra noticed the necklace too, but merely squeezed my hand rather than say anything. “Are you guys staying in town?” she asked after a slightly awkward lull in the conversation.

 

Lucy nodded. “We’re at a little B&B near the edge of town.” she said. “So cute.” she added. “Dad said you’re at the house?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “Seemed like the best option.” I said. “Family togetherness and all.” I added.

 

Petra cleared her throat as she lightly elbowed my stomach. “Ignore him and his rudeness.” she said apologetically.

 

Lucy smiled at me and came over to hug me. “I’ll talk to you about it later.” she said quietly, practically standing on tip toes to reach my ear.

 

“We should head inside.” dad said.

 

Ducky and Rochelle walked between Petra and I, Harriet and Lucy ahead of us and our dad at the head of the group leading the way to the church door and holding it open for us until I relieved him and watched Petra hook her arm in his as they walked into the church together.

 

My brother Randy was seated in one of the pews near the front of the church, turning to see who had arrived and rising to his feet to saunter toward us, the slight sway in his step led me to believe he was already well on his way to drunk.

 

“Sis.” he said, kissing her cheek as they politely hugged.

 

“Randy.” I said, sticking out my hand to shake his.

 

He bypassed my hand and hugged me, slapping my back in the most manly and douchey ways possible. “Good to see you, bro.” he said.

 

He reeked of alcohol and I politely hugged him as Lucy and I exchanged glances. The fact that we looked enough alike for people to wonder if we might be twins made me more than a little uncomfortable, thankfully, he didn’t have a beard like I did, so we looked more different than normal.

 

He and my dad shook hands and hugged once he was through with me and then Lucy introduced Harriet to him and Petra introduced Ducky and Rochelle.

 

Randy scoffed. “Classy.” he said to me.

 

I sighed. “What’s that?” I asked.

 

He shrugged. “I mean, bringing your harem to mom’s funeral is more than a little disrespectful.” he said, looking to our dad and Lucy for validation.

 

“Sit down and shut up.” dad told him as he pushed past to take a seat at the front of the church.

 

Randy glowered at me once everyone had gone with dad and then turned to follow.

 

*********

 

After the service and the burial we all met up at dad’s house, a dozen or so of the non family in attendance joining us.

 

“Hey, before we go in, I wanna talk to you.” I told Randy outside the house.

 

He shook his head. “What?” he sneered as he followed me away from the house.

 

I smiled at him. “Y’know, about a year or so ago I got this video message from you, obviously meant for someone else.” I said, seeing the gears turning in his head and the look of realization on his face when he recalled the video I was talking about. “Now, this video clearly showed you and a woman that isn’t your wife doing some alarmingly filthy things with one another in a hotel room.” I continued.

 

“Zack, I-” he started to beg me to erase the video or keep silent about it.

 

I moved in close to him and poked my index finger into his chest, “When you go inside, you’re going to apologize to my wife and daughters for being a drunken prick.” I said. “You’re going to compliment them on how pretty they look and then you’re going to avoid any contact with them for the remainder of the day and night, am I clear?” I asked.

 

He swallowed hard and nodded.

 

“If I hear that you so much as looked at them with anything but quiet admiration, I will fuck your life up so hard your goddamned head will spin.” I hissed.

 

He nodded again. “I’m so-” he started to apologize.

 

“Not to me, dipshit, I’m used to your brand of bullshit, Petra and my daughters aren’t.” I told him.

 

He nodded and turned to leave.

 

“Randy?” I called out, making him stop and turn back around. “They better be satisfied with your apology or I don’t know what might happen.” I warned, smiling in satisfaction to myself as my older brother scurried off to the house to find the girls and right his wrong.

 

*********

 

The wake was actually quite nice, friends of my parents coming up to my brother and sister and I at various points and extending their condolences and sharing stories about our mother with us. I kept an eye on Petra and the girls throughout the day, glad to see them mingling with people and genuinely enjoying themselves.

 

Randy left after a few hours, making the excuse that he had to hit the airport to get back for a very important meeting which gave me a chance to check in with Petra.

 

“What did you say to Randy?” she asked as she cleaned up some dishes while people began to gather up their belongings to leave.

 

I shrugged. “Why?” I asked.

 

She smiled at me. “He told the girls and I that he was a drunk asshole and apologized for insulting us.” she said. “Then he told us how beautiful we all were and how lucky you were to have three gorgeous ladies in your life.” she explained.

 

“I am.” I said, hugging her around the waist as she washed dishes, kissing her neck softly.

 

She nodded. “You are.” she agreed.

 

“How’d the girls do?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “No accidents that I’ve seen.” she said. “They’re holed up in the den with Lucy and Harriet.” she added.

 

I chuckled. “Who will become more corrupted by that meeting?” I asked.

 

She lay her head against my chest and sighed. “I’m a little wet.” she said softly.

 

I kissed her cheek. “Too many people and not enough bathrooms.” I told her.

 

She nodded. “Or maybe I just like wetting my panties.” she teased.

 

I let her go and patted her butt. “No maybe about it.” I teased. “I’m going to check on the girls.” I told her as I moved out of the kitchen, admiring her effortless beauty as I left.

 

My dad had made the den into his man cave, sports memorabilia and hunting and fishing trophies adorned the walls and shelves while the furniture was primarily overstuffed leather that reclined in a semicircle in front of the enormous flat screen on the wall. Seated around the small wooden coffee table were Rochelle and Ducky at one end and Lucy at the other with Harriet in the chair behind Lucy.

 

“Here’s where all the fun people went!” I exclaimed as I made my way into the room and took a seat in the chair behind Rochelle and Ducky.

 

Lucy smiled up at me from her spot on the floor. “We were just talking about them going back to school.” she said.

 

I returned her smile and leaned forward in the chair. “Have you both been using the potty?” I asked Rochelle and Ducky.

 

Both girls nodded without missing a beat or looking the slightest bit embarrassed by the question.

 

Lucy giggled. “Oh my gosh, I’ve wanted to ask if you guys were wearing like all day!” she exclaimed.

 

Harriet leaned forward and put her hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “But you didn’t because it’s none of your business what someone else is wearing under their clothes, right?” she asked.

 

Lucy nodded and leaned back against Harriet’s legs. “Yes, Mommy.” she said softly.

 

Harriet leaned down and kissed Lucy on the top of her head. “Good girl.” she praised.

 

Pretend time being over, Rochelle got up and climbed onto my lap for cuddles, Ducky deciding to do the same and Lucy, liking what she saw, mirroring the act with Harriet’s lap.

 

My sister had always been a free spirit, smart as a whip but rebellious, straight A’s all through school but snuck out of the house to go hang out in the parking lot of the roller rink to smoke pot, valedictorian with a boyfriend one week a girlfriend the next and a threesome on the weekend. Learning that she’d made out with Petra before we were married was more shocking than learning she’d not only worn a diaper with her but that they’d also masturbated together in said diapers.

 

“They’re adorable.” Harriet said warmly as she rubbed Lucy’s back.

 

I nodded. “Thank you.” I said. “I’m glad Lucy found someone that can give her what she needs.” I said, smiling at my sister.

 

Harriet smiled at me and then at my sister. “I’m glad I found someone that needs as much love and care as I have to give.” she said. “So, three babies?” she asked after a moment of contemplation.

 

“Sometimes.” I said. “Pet isn’t always a baby.” I added.

 

Harriet nodded. “Still, that’s quite the undertaking.” she said.

 

I shrugged. “It’s not when I know it makes them happy.” I said, hugging the two girls on my lap. “And it makes me happy to have them happy.” I added.

 

“How does the sex work?” Lucy asked suddenly.

 

Rochelle and Ducky giggled, prompting Lucy to giggle until Harriet quietly reminded her that that was too personal a question.

 

“It’s fine.” I said. “The question, not the sex.” I clarified, getting more giggles from the collection of little girls. “Pet and I, Pet and Deandra, and recently, Rochelle and Deandra.” I explained.

 

“No more Mommy and I.” Ducky reminded me.

 

I nodded. “Pet and Ducky are no longer going to be romantic.” I corrected.

 

“Oh Em Gee, Ducky is like the most cutest nickname!” Lucy exclaimed.

 

“Thank you.” Ducky said. “I got it when a goose scared me and I farted and it sounded like a duck!” she explained, causing all three little girls to burst into a fit of giggles.

 

Petra entered the room, a smile on her face. “She’s never managed to not make a duck sound with her butt since that day.” she teased, walking up behind the chair to tousle Ducky’s hair softly, making the girl softly mewl in delight.

 

“I know another little girl that has that same issue.” Harriet said before she hugged Lucy.

 

Lucy giggled.

 

Petra softly cleared her throat. “The last of the guests have left and your dad said he was going out with some of his gentlemen friends since his man cave is all girled up.” she explained. “I was thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea for all of us to get more comfortable.” she said, her tone carrying the slightest hint of lust for regressing after the day.

 

Harriet looked at her watch. “We can go.” she offered.

 

“If you want to, but I thought it would be fun for all the little ones to have an impromptu playdate after such a big stressful day of being all grown up.” Petra explained.

 

Lucy’s eyes went wide like she’d gotten the pony she’d asked Santa for. “Mommy, can we please stay?!” she pleaded.

 

“We don’t have any of your things, honey.” Harriet said.

 

“I have some of my stuff and she and I are practically the same size.” Petra offered.

 

Harriet looked at Petra and then at me, and then at Lucy again. “Alright.” she agreed.

 

An eruption of happy little voices filled the room as Rochelle, Ducky, and Lucy all celebrated their victory.

 

“C’mon, girls!” Petra beckoned as she turned and headed to the door.

 

Rochelle and Ducky clambered off my lap and over to Petra while Lucy slipped off of Harriet’s lap and took the taller woman’s hand before they headed toward the door.

 

“That means you, too.” Petra cooed to me, bringing giggles from Rochelle and Ducky and a confused look from Harriet and Lucy. “Unless she wants one too, Harriet is the only one not wearing a diaper tonight.” she added.

 

Lucy turned to stare at me, her mouth agape. “You’re a baby too?!” she practically squealed.

 

I sighed and got up from the chair. “I’m,” I tried to think of a good word for whatever was happening with Petra and I, “experimenting.” I finally said as I walked past Lucy and put my hand in Petra’s so we could all go upstairs together.

 

*********

 

“Your necklace is very cute.” Petra told Harriet as she undressed Rochelle and Ducky, leaving them in just their training panties.

 

Harriet was helping Lucy out of her shoes and smiled up at Petra from her kneeling position. “Thank you!” she said warmly as she stood up and turned Lucy around to unzip her dress and slip it off of her. “I wore it because of you.” she confessed.

 

“Oh?” Petra asked, rummaging through the diaper bag for the necessary supplies.

 

Harriet nodded. “Lucy told me that you were the person that introduced her to all of this and set her on her chosen path.” she explained, taking one of Petra’s diapers when it was offered. “I’d hoped it would be a way to let you know Lucy was little without saying she’s little.” she added.

 

Petra smiled at Lucy and Harriet as my sister was lowered onto the changing mat spread out on the floor. “Zack and I both noticed.” she said. “Very clever.” she added.

 

I looked away when Lucy’s bra and training panties were starting to be removed, blushing when I heard my sister giggling. “We’ve seen each other naked before, Zack!” she chided.

 

“Uh huh.” I said uncomfortably, finding a spot on the floor to stare at.

 

Lucy giggled again. “You said ‘girls’ when we were downstairs and then said Zack too.” Lucy said to Petra as Rochelle was helped down onto another changing mat beside Lucy. “Is Zack playing dress up again?” she asked.

 

I nearly had a heart attack when I heard her ask what she asked, feeling Petra’s eyes on me and knowing every other set of eyes was probably also staring.

 

“Again?” Petra asked.

 

Lucy clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh. Em. Gee, he didn’t tell you?!” she mumbled through her hand. “Zack, I’m so sorry, I thought because you were experimenting that you’d told her.” she apologized, total sincerity in her voice.

 

Petra cleared her throat. “I do believe there’s a story that you need to share.” she said, clearly to me rather than Lucy.

 

I sighed and turned away from the wall, eyes glued to the floor. “Dad wasn’t as successful as he thought when he fought my mom about the babying stuff.” I mumbled.

 

“Speak up, please.” Petra insisted. “And look at me when you’re talking to me.” she chided.

 

I looked up reluctantly, all eyes on me and swallowed hard. “She had that notebook.” I said.

 

“What notebook?” Lucy asked, getting a pacifier inserted into her mouth by Harriet for interrupting.

 

I felt like crying, having to share this humiliating story with my wife and daughters, not to mention my sister and her wife staring at me. “She was a really good seamstress and she had this notebook that she’d drawn all kinds of designs in, baby clothes in my size, furniture ideas for a nursery that she’d have my dad build if he agreed to it.” I explained, sighing heavily after a long pause, “Lucy was always fighting with her because she was so headstrong and independent, and mom got it in her head that maybe she’d been given a second chance at having a daughter when I continued to wet the bed and allow her to handle my diapers before bed and in the morning.” I continued.

 

A pin drop could be heard in the room.

 

“It was supposed to be our secret, Mommy and I.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes, from embarrassment as much as from having just buried my mother earlier in the day. “Lucy was supposed to have been staying over at a friends house, and dad was on a hunting trip.” I continued. “Mommy had gotten me into my diaper early and wanted me to try on some things she’d been working on and Lucy came to investigate for some reason.” I said.

 

Lucy pulled the pacifier from her mouth warily as she looked at Harriet, expecting her to stop her. “I heard a little girl giggling.” she said softly.

 

My cheeks flushed and I felt a little dribble of pee escape into my underwear as I nodded softly. “My voice hadn’t changed yet, and Mommy was tickling my tummy when I got a little stuck as she was putting the dress she’d made for me on over my head.” I explained, sniffling softly.

 

Petra stood up and hurried over to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetie.” she whispered.

 

Every dam broke at once as I began to sob uncontrollably in her arms, hugging her tightly as my bladder relaxed and spilled into my underwear and down my legs, pooling in my shoes and leaking onto the floor. “I’m sorry!” I wailed.

 

Suddenly many arms and hands were around me, Rochelle and Ducky and Lucy all hugging me along with Petra as I bawled.

 

“None of it felt wrong!” I cried. “She was my Mommy and I was her baby Zelda and she loved me and made me feel beautiful and special!” I continued.

 

“Zelda is a very pretty name.” Petra said softly, her voice thick with her own emotions. “Do you want to be Zelda again for a little while?” she asked.

 

I shook my head. “I’m s’posed to be the Daddy.” I whined. “Men can’t be babies or girls.” I added.

 

“That’s our Daddy talking.” Lucy said quietly. “I never told you this, but I was really jealous of how pretty you looked when I saw you in that dress.” she confessed.

 

I sniffled and looked at her. “Really?” I asked.

 

She nodded. “Look at Randy,” she said, “boys are yucky jerk butts!” she proclaimed.

 

I laughed through my tears. “Not all boys.” I said.

 

Petra kissed my cheek. “No, not all boys.” she agreed.

 

Harriet cleared her throat, getting the attention of the cluster of wet eyed and pantsed people gathered before her. “I think that anyone that identifies as a baby girl at this moment in time should form a nice, orderly line to have me get them into a diaper.” she said, establishing her role as the adult in the room.

 

Everyone looked at me expectantly, waiting to see what I would say and do after her statement, releasing me from their embraces to allow me the ability to move. I looked at Petra for some kind of guidance.

 

She smiled at me and wiped her eyes. “You’re the only one with wet pants, honey.” she pointed out.

 

I sniffled and looked down at the stain on the front of my slacks. “I’m sorry.” I said softly.

 

Lucy appeared beside me and interlocked her hand in mine as her other hand reached up to guide the pacifier she’d been given into my mouth. “More than a pony, I always wanted a baby sister.” she whispered, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

 

As I took a step toward Harriet and the changing pad, pacifier working between my lips rhythmically, my family supporting me and accepting me, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me, cascading over all my stress and sadness and leaving only the happy flutter of excitement in my stomach as I neared Harriet.

 

“Stand on the changing mat so we can get those wet shoesies off, honey.” Harriet commanded gently, her tone bringing me further down the little rabbit hole I was descending.

 

I complied, looking back at the orderly line of girls that had formed, Rochelle in the front smiling happily at me, Ducky behind her smiling at me, Lucy behind Ducky holding her hands up in the shape of a heart before she made a kissing face at me, and finally Petra, her face alight with the same maternal adoration she had when she nursed Rochelle and Ducky.

 

Harriet got my shoes off and went to work on my belt, pulling my pants and underwear down and helping me step out of them before she guided me down onto my butt on the changing mat and removed my loosened tie and dress shirt, leaving me naked in front of my family as she began to clean my feet and legs with baby wipes, working her way up to my genitals, the tender touches bringing me to attention against my will.

 

“Zelda!” Petra playfully chastised me. “Naughty girl!” she added.

 

Harriet smirked. “Babies can’t help it, can they?” she asked me as she powdered my and gently rubbed it in and got the pink diaper ready.

 

I shook my head and giggled as I blushed, thinking of the least sexy things I could to get my swelling down.

 

“There’s a good girl.” Harriet praised as she hurried to get the diaper under me and taped up before the swelling could return. “Do we have any outfits for baby Zelda?” she asked Petra.

 

Petra shook her head. “No, she’ll just have to wear only her diaper.” she said with a playful pout as she looked at me.

 

Harriet nodded and patted the front of my diaper. “Alright then, off you go, sweetie.” she cooed.

 

I rolled onto my side and crawled away, my diaper rustling softly as I headed toward the line of girls, pacifier working in my mouth as I looked up at Rochelle as she made her way toward the changing mat, stopping to kneel down and hug me, kissing my cheek softly.

 

“I love you no matter what.” she whispered. “And you’re definitely gonna make a cute baby girl, Zelda.” she added, giggling softly as she hurried the rest of the way to the changing mat.

 

*********

 

Once all the babies were diapered and dressed in their pajamas, Lucy borrowing Petra’s red footie pajamas for the night and Rochelle in her lavender footies, Ducky in her yellow footies and me in my too tight diaper and nothing else, we all sat together on the floor with Harriet supervising from the bed.

 

“Ms. Harriet?” Petra asked.

 

“Yes, dear?” Harriet asked, setting her phone aside.

 

Petra looked at me and Lucy and then back to Harriet. “Would it be okay if Lucy had some of my milk?” she asked. “I wanna feed Zelda before bed and I was thinking maybe they could nurse together like sisters should.” she explained, absently playing with her fingers as she spoke to the much taller woman.

 

A smile spread across Harriet’s face and she nodded. “I think that’s a lovely idea, Petra.” she said. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked, getting off the bed.

 

“There’s some bottles of my milk in the fridge in the kitchen, would you mind heating those up for Rochelle and Ducky so everyone can have milk before bed?” she asked.

 

Harriet nodded and headed for the door.

 

Lucy was practically shaking with excitement. “Zelda, we gonna get milky!” she exclaimed excitedly.

 

I giggled. “Petwa’s milky in nummies.” I said around the pacifier still in my mouth, working to make my voice softer and littler to help me feel more like a baby girl.

 

Harriet returned with three bottles and came over and sat on a pillow on the floor. “Alright, Petra, you lay between my legs so I can give you you’re baba, Rochelle and Ducky, you lay with your heads on my thighs so you can drink your baba’s, and Lucy and Zelda can settle in for extra special milk right from the source.” she cooed, smiling as all the little one’s moved into their positions as she’d designated, unzipping Petra’s pajamas for her and helping her wiggle out of them to allow her breasts and arms to be free. “You don’t have any problem drinking your own milk, right?” she asked after the consideration popped into her head.

 

Petra shook her head, “No, Ms. Harriet, it’s very nummy.” she said in her own little voice.

 

It took some shifting and adjusting, but we finally figured out the perfect arrangement to allow everyone to be drinking her milk at the same time, my happiness and contentment soaring to impossible heights as Lucy reached her arm up over head and touched my shoulder, and I lifted my arm to hold her hand as the sound of five little girls breathing softly through their noses as they sucked and swallowed breast milk filled the room until Harriet began to sing a lullaby to us, her voice like that of an angel as it hit my ears.

 

I closed my eyes and nursed, a lovely memory of my mother rocking me on her lap as I nursed a bottle of warm milk before bed in an absolutely precious babydoll nightgown with matching frilly panties to go over my diaper. A single tear rolled down my cheek, but not from sadness at having lost my mother, but happiness for having found a part of myself I’d kept buried and hidden for so long.

 

To Be Continued...

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Twenty Three

Slumber Party

 

Harriet burped each of us in succession as she’d done with the diapering once we’d all had our fill and the bottles whistled forlornly to signal their emptiness.

 

“Mommy, I’m not even a little bit tired!” Lucy whined.

 

Harriet pulled her gently to her and hugged her, patting her crinkly bottom through her pajamas. “Are you sure?” she asked.

 

Lucy nodded vehemently. “Super duper sure!” she exclaimed.

 

Harriet hid a smile and looked to each of the rest of us, “Who else isn’t tired yet?” she asked.

 

Each of our hands went up quickly and we all looked at each other and then giggled.

 

Harriet looked at her watch. “I suppose it is early, even for girls as little as all of you.” she said. “Alright, we can stay up, but the second someone starts acting sleepy it’s bedtime for everyone.” she warned.

 

We all exchanged looks again.

 

“Rochelle is the littlest, so we need to make sure she stays awake!” Ducky proclaimed.

 

Rochelle crawled over to her girlfriend and pounced on her, pinning her to the floor before she kissed her lips softly. “Not even a little sleepy.” she said, giving Ducky’s bottom lip a playful nibble before she moved aside and helped the other girl sit up.

 

“We could play a game!” I offered, surprising myself with how small and feminine I’d managed to make my voice.

 

Petra’s cheeks grew pinker as she looked at me, hiding her smile before she crawled to me almost seductively. “How is it that you can be such an adorable baby girl without missing a beat?” she whispered into my ear.

 

My whole body shivered with pleasure as she softly breathed her words into my ear. “I dunno.” I said, giggling nervously when I saw Rochelle and Ducky looking at me and then Lucy and Harriet doing the same.

 

“Are we all thinking makeover?” Lucy asked the other girls.

 

Ducky and Rochelle nodded, holding their hands over their mouths to stifle their giggles. Petra’s eyes went wide and she looked back over her shoulder to Harriet, “Can we give Zelda a makeover, Ms. Harriet, please!” she begged.

 

Harriet looked at her and then at me. “Zelda, would you like to have everyone give you a makeover, honey?” she asked.

 

Petra turned back to face me, her eyes hopeful.

 

I was nodding before I realized it, the cheers of all the other little one’s startling me as they all bustled around for their makeup kits.

 

“First, we need to get rid of that beard.” Petra said, twirling her finger in my chin hair and then tracing her finger down my bare chest. “And the body hair.” she added.

 

I felt insecure about my male attributes, having forgotten briefly that I wasn’t actually one of the girls and chewed my bottom lip nervously.

 

“I think some makeup will be good for tonight.” Harriet interjected on my behalf, obviously seeing my apprehension.

 

Petra pouted. “Fine.” she said sullenly. “When we get home though…” she said, trailing off as she looked me over before getting up to help Rochelle and Ducky.

 

*********

 

All of the girls descended on me like a swarm of locusts once they were satisfied with their picks of makeup. I was sat in a chair pulled from the desk in the room and Lucy and Rochelle painted my toenails a pretty periwinkle, Petra sat atop my lap, straddling me as she did my face makeup, subtly grinding her diaper against mine as she worked, the smile on her face brighter and happier than I’d seen her in a long time. Ducky was standing behind me trying her best to do something cute and girly with my short hair, the little frustrated noises behind me letting me know it wasn’t going well for her.

 

“Don’t move your feet, Zelda.” Rochelle said as she and Lucy moved on to my fingernails.

 

Petra was doing something to my eyes, but she wasn’t talking to me and I was faced away from the mirror, so all I could do was sit and try not to cum from her continued grinding on my lap.

 

“Zelda, your hair is too short!” Ducky whined.

 

Petra looked up at her and examined my hair. “There’s a headband in the front pocket of the diaper bag, sweetie, see if that doesn’t help her look more girly.” she told Ducky.

 

“Pet, you’re grinding too much.” I whispered.

 

Petra smiled down at me, stopping her movement briefly. “Is baby Zelda having trouble controlling herself?” she cooed quietly.

 

I nodded.

 

She giggled and resumed her grinding as she went back to her work.

 

Ducky reappeared behind me and I felt her slip the previously mentioned headband onto my head and then heard her giggle and clap her hands. “So cute!” she praised. “Thank you, Mommy!” she added.

 

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” Petra said without stopping her work. “Be a doll and look in Mommy’s bag for her sparkly lip gloss.” she commanded.

 

I grunted softly as I neared climax, my face flushing hotly.

 

“Are you going poopy, Zelda?” Lucy asked, moving back slightly from where she was seated on the floor.

 

Petra smirked, bouncing ever so softly on my lap. “I think she might be trying to.” she told Lucy. “If she wants an extra special bedtime treat from Mommy.” she whispered to me.

 

I whimpered as she stopped moving her body and continued her work, a satisfied smile on her face as she hummed softly to herself.

 

I’d never pooped my diaper before, and the thought of doing so in front of everyone while they made me up like a baby doll wasn’t high on my list of things to do, but I was so turned on by Petra’s ministrations and so desperate for the relief I knew she was now withholding from me that I whimpered softly and pushed, farting after a long bout of nothing happening.

 

Lucy and Rochelle giggled knowingly and continued painting my fingernails while Ducky returned with the sparkly lip gloss Petra had asked for.

 

“Don’t push so hard, Zelda.” Ducky whispered, kissing my cheek. “Pretend you’re on the potty and just relax.” she said, her tone so supportive and sincere that I kind of wanted to hug her.

 

I looked up at Petra pleadingly as she brushed my cheeks.

 

“I’m almost done, baby.” she cooed. “Better hurry.” she added so only she and I could hear.

 

“I can’t go with you on top of me.” I whispered.

 

She smiled and closed her eyes, her face scrunching up ever so slightly before I felt a weight forming on my balls through our diapers as she emptied herself on top of me.

 

I whimpered as my cock began to tremble and twitch, threatening to explode in response.

 

Petra giggled and hopped off of my lap, allowing me a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. Rochelle and Lucy were capping the nail polish bottle they’d been sharing and Ducky had taken a seat near my feet to blow on my toes to help them dry faster.

 

“Ready to see?!” Petra asked me.

 

I nodded softly, feeling the relaxation method working, my bowels moving ever so slightly as I took her offered hand and stood up, turning to the mirror behind us. If Petra had gotten her wish and I’d had my beard and body hair removed the reveal would’ve been more stunning, but the sight of my face done up with lovely makeup, my fingers and toes painted and a white plastic headband with a daisy on the side on my head accompanying the pink princess diaper straining to hold my erection brought the relaxation I needed and allowed me to squat slightly and push out the mess Petra had demanded I make.

 

Little giggles erupted from behind me as my diaper expanded and I grunted softly.

 

“I think that means she likes it.” Rochelle declared.

 

Lucy crawled up beside me in the mirror and smiled at me in the reflection. “I’m so proud of my baby sister!” she cooed, kissing my knee as I finished emptying myself.

 

Harriet walked over and stood behind me, looking at me in the mirror, her smile as warm as the front of my diaper was becoming. “All done, sweetie?” she asked me.

 

I nodded softly and moved to stand upright.

 

“I’ll change her.” Petra said.

 

Harriet looked at her. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t mind.” she said.

 

Petra nodded. “She needs her Mommy after her first stinky diaper.” she explained. “Right, Zelda?” she cooed down to me.

 

I looked up at her and then to Harriet in the mirror and nodded as I got on my hands and knees. “Mommy!” I burbled happily, my cock aching for release.

 

Harriet nodded. “Alright then, if you need any help, just holler.” she offered.

 

Petra waddled to the door, beckoning me to crawl behind her, the giggles as I obeyed making me blush hotly as we left the room and crossed the hall to our room where she shut the door and sighed heavily. “Holy fuck was that the hottest goddamned thing in the world or what?!” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

 

I climbed onto the bed, unsure of how to get comfortable with my diaper in its current state and nodded. “I almost lost it when you pooped your diaper on my lap.” I confessed, a blush rising to both our cheeks.

 

“No, no, no, baby girl, you’re not allowed on the bed until we get that yucky diaper off.” she chided, guiding me back off the bed where she pressed her body against me and kissed me deeply on the lips, her tongue quickly dominating mine, her hands snaking around behind me to gently rub the lump in the seat of my diaper. She broke our kiss and looked into my eyes, “Why is it so fucking hot that you’re a baby girl?” she asked me.

 

I shrugged softly and moved my hands up to the zipper of her pajamas to disrobe her for the sex she’d promised and recoiled when she slapped my hand suddenly.

 

“Naughty girl, you’re far too little to be in control of what happens here.” she cooed, her hand moving down my waist to the hard lump in the front of my diaper.

 

“But I thought-” I started to say before she shut me up with another kiss, her tongue silencing me quite effectively.

 

She moved us both down to the floor slowly, leading me with her kiss and knowing I wouldn’t break it and tipped me backward so I was laying in front of her as she smiled down at me from her position between my legs. Though she was on her knees, she seemed to tower over me. “It’s negotiation time, Zelly.” she said sweetly, her index finger tracing the head of my cock through the skin of the diaper. “I’ll tell you what I want and you come up with a counter offer and when we reach an agreement I’ll let you cum, deal?” she asked.

 

I nodded eagerly and lifted my hips to press myself against her finger.

 

She withdrew her finger and smiled. “When we get home you shave your beard and let me get rid of all your body hair.” she said.

 

“All?” I asked.

 

She nodded and returned her finger to my aching member. “Every. Last. Hair.” she said, tapping my dick with each word.

 

I nodded. “Okay.” I agreed.

 

She smiled. “I also want you to grow your hair out so we can give you cute little pigtails.” she said.

 

I nodded again. “Fine.” I said.

 

Her smile grew broader. “You’re going to be Zelda for a month, every other month.” she said.

 

I stared at her and shook my head. “Too much.” I said.

 

She pouted. “Counter offer.” she reminded.

 

I thought for a moment. “Every other weekend.” I said, knowing that would mean playing the game with the other girls as Zelda half the time, a blush coming to my cheeks at the thought of Athena seeing me like this.

 

Petra shook her head. “Not enough.” she said. “A week every month but I decide the days and they do not have to be concurrent.” she said.

 

I grunted softly as she traced her finger around the head of my dick. “Fine.” I agreed.

 

She lowered her face to my crotch, her mouth hovering above the tent in my diaper. “When you’re Zelda, I’m in charge.” she said. “Not just of the girls, but of you as well.” she added.

 

“In charge how?” I asked, my breathing heavier as I willed her to do something helpful with that perfect mouth.

 

“How are you in charge?” she asked. “I’m Mommy when you’re baby, you do what I say when I say or you get punished like the other girls.” she explained.

 

I nodded. “Makes sense.” I told her, aching for this torturous game to be over. “Is that all?” I asked.

 

She smirked and kissed my diaper. “For now.” she said, leaning back and standing up.

 

“Wait!” I whined, “You said when we agreed you’d let me cum.” I said, sounding very pathetic and desperate.

 

She nodded. “I will, as soon as I get my toy from my bag.” she said, heading to the door, leaving it open as she entered the room with the other girls, their giggles when they looked across the hall like daggers in my ears. She returned with her bag and set it beside me, opening it to pull out her toy, a six inch dildo with more girth than me.

 

“Pet, no!” I whined.

 

She cleared her throat. “Mommy.” she said.

 

I sighed. “Mommy, please don’t.” I begged.

 

She ignored me and ripped the tapes of my diaper, setting aside the toy to gather up some wet wipes that she used to clean my messy bottom, her wipe covered finger slipping into my behind and twisting slowly and gently before she removed it. “This is how Zelly cums.” she said, “Or Zelly can have a very long and very frustrating night.” she added.

 

I looked at my aching hardness, then at her smiling face, and then at the toy in her hand and closed my eyes. “What do I have to do?” I asked in a defeated tone.

 

“Get up on the bed on your hands and knees.” she commanded.

 

I got up, blushing as she balled up my diaper and climbed onto the bed on all fours, watching her come around the side of the bed to place a newly opened diaper beneath me. “If you miss that diaper and make a mess on the bed you’re getting a spanking.” she warned.

 

I watched as she began to grease the toy up with some lube she also carried in her bag, something I’d need to ask her about later, climbing onto the bed and moving behind me where she smacked my ass sharply.

“Lower.” she commanded.

 

I whimpered at the sudden smack and obeyed, lowering my body for her. The head of the toy was pressed against my rosebud and I took a deep breath before chewing my lip nervously.

 

“Relax, Zelly, Mommy knows to be gentle with her baby girl for her first time.” she cooed reassuringly.

 

*********

 

A minute and a half after she slowly inserted the toy into my backside, I climaxed onto the open diaper and collapsed once she’d removed it from me, my thumb entering my mouth to calm me down and keep from crying from the shame of what had just happened.

 

She appeared beside me a moment later, her pajamas missing as she nestled close to me and pulled my thumb from my mouth to guide me to her breast. “We’ll get you a smaller toy, baby.” she said softly, stroking my hair. “Baby’s first sex toy.” she added with a giggle.

 

I nodded softly as I suckled her nipple.

 

“Mommy’s going to spoil her princess.” she said, her hand moving from my hair to my back to rub little circles. “And when Daddy comes back from his vacation to SissyVille, he’s going to spoil his princess, isn’t he?” she asked.

 

I nodded again as I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at her, pulling her breast from my mouth. “Mommy?” I asked.

 

She looked down and smiled. “Yes, Zelly?” she asked.

 

“You stink.” I said, giggling as I quickly latched on to her breast again.

 

She giggled and rocked us both gently. “I’ll ask Harriet for a change in a minute.” she said, yawning softly as she hugged me with her arm and pulled the covers over us.

 

I nodded slowly, my eyes drooping as I sucked softly on her breast, I mumbled that I loved her, my half asleep mind making me think I’d said the actual words, I remembered I needed to use the bathroom before I fell asleep, but my body made no move to actually get up. My last thought before I fell asleep was to ask Mommy to put the diaper on the bed on me, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared.

 

To Be Continued...

[eliminster]

loved this chapter, though I think mommy petra missed one little thing to add to baby zelda's required sissy wardrobe when they get back and that is her cage, cant be big daddy very well with her clitty locked up.

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheUnknownAuthor]

15 hours ago, eliminster said:

loved this chapter, though I think mommy petra missed one little thing to add to baby zelda's required sissy wardrobe when they get back and that is her cage, cant be big daddy very well with her clitty locked up.

I guess we'll have to see what happens!

11 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Twenty Four

Figuring It All Out

 

Sometimes you just need to take stock of your life, evaluate the choices you’ve made and whether they’ve positively or negatively impacted you. Waking up in your childhood home, your makeup mussed from sleeping, your asshole sore from your wife taking your anal virginity as you came on an open diaper on the bed, the smell of her messy diaper from the night before mixing with the smell of the urine you’d soaked her, yourself, and the bed with during the night, and the knowledge that you’d willingly submitted to becoming her baby girl so you could be allowed to cum the night of your mother’s funeral is enough to make any sane and rational person freak out a little bit, right? The thing is, all those things added up to more shame and humiliation than I could stand after just waking up, still fresh off an evening that saw my sister, wife, and daughters give me a makeover and submitting to Petra so completely, I let myself remain the baby girl and cried as I shook her awake.

 

“What’s wr-” she started to ask, sitting up and putting her hand right in the middle of my wet spot, her face turning from confusion to sympathy in a moment as she hugged me tightly. “Shh, it’s alright, Zelly.” she whispered as she rubbed my back.

 

I was sincerely distraught at my accident, flashbacks of my father’s disappointment with my inability to keep the bed dry rushing back as I blubbered over her shoulder. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean it!” I whined.

 

She nodded softly. “I know, baby.” she said reassuringly as she rubbed my back in little circles, “Mommy knows.” she added.

 

She let me go for a moment and went to her bag, returning with a yellow pacifier with a cartoon bumblebee on it that she gently inserted into my mouth, my emotions had gone so far out of control that the bulb in my mouth actually felt good, and I began to suck softly on it as I sniffled the clear liquid running from my nose.

 

She watched me for a moment, a sympathetic smile on her face as she sat back down on the bed beside me. “It was Mommy’s fault for not getting you into a diaper for bed, sweetie.” she said, her hand on my knee. “When we get home we’ll make sure you have a stock of your own diapers, okay?” she asked.

 

I sniffled and nodded as I continued to suck the pacifier.

 

She smiled wider. “Actually!” she said, getting her phone off the nightstand and looking exclusively at it as she touched the screen a few times. “Princesses?” she asked, holding up the phone for me to see the pink princess diapers we’d been using that didn’t quite fit good enough, she gasped and then giggled, “Nevermind, I’ve got the perfect diapers for my Zelly.” she said, tapping the screen a few more times and then typing away. “There!” she chirped happily, “They’ll probably arrive the same day or the day after we get home!” she said.

 

I looked past her to her phone. “Can I see?” I asked sheepishly.

 

She shook her head and booped my nose. “It’s a surprise, silly girl!” she playfully admonished.

 

I blushed and giggled unintentionally.

 

She sniffed the air and groaned. “Mommy stinks.” she said with a pout. “How about you and I take a bath together while everyone else is still asleep?” she asked.

 

I felt my manhood stiffen and nodded.

 

She got up from the bed and held out her hand for me to take, grabbing the pack of wipes with her other hand. “You need to be very quiet though so we don’t wake the other babies.” she said, putting her finger to her lips to illustrate the quiet I was meant to be.

 

I took her hand and nodded as I climbed off the bed and let her lead me to the door.

 

The hallway was dark save for a nightlight halfway down the hall going to the bathroom, and we crept quietly that way, making it to the bathroom without raising any alarms. Once the door was closed behind us I watched as Petra turned on the water for the bath and handled getting out of her diaper and getting clean enough to get in the tub. I was rock hard as I sucked my pacifier and watched her wipe herself, her shapely backside jiggling softly as she moved, her milk filled breasts swaying freely.

 

“Are you always going to be this excited?” she asked playfully.

 

I blushed but stayed quiet.

 

She stepped into the tub and plugged the drain to start it filling and beckoned me to her with her index finger.

 

I hurried to her and let her take my hand to help me step into the tub and stood before her, the head of my cock against her stomach as she closed the gap between us.

 

“I want you to tell me all your littlest and girliest fantasies.” she whispered.

 

I softly shook my head as my cheeks flushed.

 

She smirked and nodded equally softly. “That wasn’t a request, Zelly.” she said. “Tell Mommy everything you want.” she added, reaching up to pull the pacifier from my mouth, pulling back from me to show me that she was dipping it in and out of her glistening sex.

 

My heart beat faster as my breathing became more rapid, my cock drooling at the sight of her teasing me.

 

“If you don’t tell me then I’ll just have to try everything I can think of.” she said. “Maybe I’ll start with a cute little photo shoot of Zelly’s first dress with her new diapers underneath.” she mused.

 

My mouth was dry as I watched the pacifier go in and out of her, my desire to have it back in my mouth to taste her sweet juices driving me wild.

 

She watched me watching her and smiled, “Maybe I’ll see if any of your friends want to help train you to cum like a girl.” she said. “I’ll bet Alan has a nice juicy cock.” she added.

 

My face went pale. “No, Mommy!” I exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

 

She pulled the pacifier from her lips and held it up to mine. “Then you better tell me what you actually want, Zelly.” she said as she lightly teased the teat against my lips.

 

I opened my mouth and greedily took the pacifier into it, sucking and licking the juices from its surface, shuddering with pleasure as I felt her mouth on my cock, working it in much the same way I was working the pacifier in mine. “Pwetty cwothes.” I said softly.

 

“Mmhmm.” she mumbled.

 

I was shamefully close to cumming, much faster than I normally would during a blowjob. I searched my feelings, blushing as different things came to mind, “Cuckowd.” I said.

 

Her mouth left my dick. “Cuckold?” she asked.

 

I nodded softly, whimpering at the loss of the pleasure her mouth provided.

 

“You want me to fuck another man while you’re playing baby girl?” she asked.

 

I nodded again.

 

Her finger traced the underside of my shaft lightly, “Does Zelly want a Daddy?” she asked.

 

I shook my head vehemently.

 

“Are you sure?” she asked. “You seem pretty excited about the idea.” she added as she stroked me.

 

I shook my head. “I just want to try it.” I confessed. “I want to spend a night in the nursery knowing that I wasn’t man enough to be with you.” I explained, taking the pacifier from my mouth to speak clearly.

 

She giggled. “Sweetie, you’re always man enough to be with me.” she cooed, kissing the head of my cock. “Can it be a woman?” she asked after a moment of thought.

 

I looked down at her quizzically.

 

“Well, I’m not into fucking another guy, humiliation for you or not.” she said, “But a girl would be fine, as long as it still worked for you.” she explained.

 

I nodded. “It was just a thought.” I said, returning the pacifier to my mouth.

 

She reached behind me and shut the water off before lowering herself into the water, taking my hands to guide me down with her. “Serious question before any of this goes too far.” she said.

 

I nodded.

 

“Are you alright?” she asked.

 

I sighed. “I’m spinning out of control being back here.” I told her, removing the pacifier and setting it on the lip of the tub. “All of this stuff from my childhood and losing my mom, the shame of being so turned on by all of this sissy shit, the thoughts I’m having when I venture further down that path, it’s a lot to try and deal with all at once.” I confessed.

 

She had grabbed a washcloth and was cleaning the smeared makeup from my face. “What kinds of thoughts?” she asked.

 

I shrugged. “Stuff like you were talking about.” I said nervously. “Showing my friends, asking Alan to fuck me, having a Daddy.” I told her. “Like, I don’t want those things because I’m not gay, but at the same time, that level of humiliation and degradation is exactly what makes me hard about all this.” I explained.

 

She nodded and smiled at me. “I knew I liked diapers since I was little.” she said. “I knew I was into girls since around that time, even if I didn’t equate either of those things to sex, I just knew that those were things I wanted for myself to be happy.” she explained as she washed herself below the water. “Your mom kind of fucked you up by dressing you like a baby girl when you were at a very impressionable age, coupled with your dad being strongly against that kind of stuff meant you had instant repression and that’s coming out now and it’s not subtle about being seen.” she said.

 

I sighed and leaned back against the wall of the tub. “What do I do?” I asked.

 

She smiled again, “Experiment.” she said. “You have a loving and supportive and kinky as fuck wife, try anything that you think you might be into.” she added.

 

“I’m scared.” I confessed.

 

“Of?” she asked.

 

I shrugged. “I dunno, what if I try something and it like awakens something in me and it turns out I’m gay?” I asked.

 

She stared at me. “Are you gay?” she asked.

 

“No.” I told her.

 

She cleared her throat and leaned forward to put a hand on my shoulder, “Nothing can turn you gay.” she said. “I swear, you straight men are kinda stupid when it comes to your concept of sexuality.” she chided. “Sucking dick doesn’t make you gay, letting another man fuck you doesn’t make you gay, what makes you gay is being born gay.” she explained.

 

I blushed. “Would you still love me if I did those things?” I asked.

 

“With my consent and approval?” she asked, “Absolutely!” she said. “Now, if I discover that you’ve been sneaking around behind my back to get plowed by Alan, then I’ll be pissed.” she said, giggling softly at the continued mentioning of Alan, “Look, you and I do all manner of kinky shit together and with other people, right?” she asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“So, if I dress you up and make you all pretty for a nice date with a guy that really wants a sweet sissy baby, then that’s us, a married couple, having a kinky relationship.” she explained. “No different than you playing Daddy to all the girls on game night.” she said.

 

I sighed. “I want to take all of this slow.” I told her. “I want us to see a counselor like we talked about, you and I together and us and the girls as a family.” I said.

 

She nodded. “I just want you to be happy.” she said.

 

“Same.” I told her.

 

She beckoned me to her and pulled me close as I turned around and slid between her legs, resting my back against her front and my head on her shoulder. “I’m yours and your mine.” she whispered. “You’ve been the best Daddy a little girl could ask for and I’m committed to being the best Mommy you could ask for.” she said.

 

I nodded softly, sighing as her hand gently gripped me below the water.

 

“All this talk of fat cock Alan must be driving you wild.” she teased.

 

I chuckled softly and turned to kiss her cheek. “He’d never go for it, his anime girl pillow’s would divorce him.” I told her.

 

She giggled and put her other arm around me. “Zack or Zelda, Daddy or baby, I love you forever and always.” she said.

 

“I love you too.” I said, “Forever and always.” I added.

 

We stayed like that until she finished me off and we drained the tub and dried ourselves before creeping back to our room to gather up the bedding to wash.

 

“Did your dad come home last night?” she asked as she stripped the bedding with me.

 

I shrugged. “We were out and I didn’t hear him come home before that.” I said.

 

She took the pile of bedding and set it on the floor by the door, sighing softly. “I wish we were home so I could go put this stuff in naked.” she grumbled.

 

“I’ll do it, it’s my mess.” I told her, blushing softly.

 

She smirked. “Can Zelly be my little diapered maid sometimes?” she asked.

 

I pulled my shorts on and a shirt and ignored her, listening to her stifled giggles as I headed out the door and downstairs. The house was still dark and a quick check in my dad’s room found it empty, worried as I was, I sighed in relief at not having him find me washing wet sheets so many years later, though I would obviously blame Petra for it were he to have seen.

 

“Yeah, he’s not here.” I told Petra when I got back upstairs.

 

“Is that like him?” she asked.

 

I shrugged. “He went out with his friends, I assume he got drunk and crashed there.” I said.

 

“Are we staying another day?” she asked.

 

I shook my head. “I figured we’d leave when Harriet and Lucy did.” I said.

 

“If they stayed the night.” she pointed out.

 

I headed out the door and quietly opened the door to the room across the hall just enough to listen for the sound of either Harriet or Lucy sleeping, a loud snore making me jump slightly before I closed the door and went down the hall to check on Ducky and Rochelle, finding them cuddled together in their bed and returned to Petra nodding. “They’re here.” I said.

 

“I missed Lucy.” she said, laying a diaper on the wet spot inside down before laying on the bed.

 

I nodded. “I can’t believe she didn’t say anything about getting married.” I said.

 

She shrugged. “Her life.” she offered. “I would like her and Harriet to visit us or us them, build that relationship back up.” she said.

 

I smiled at her and joined her on the bed. “Last night was the first time in a long time I felt like I had a sister.” I confessed.

 

She kissed my cheek and nodded. “She was really supportive of the whole Zelda thing, didn’t even bat an eye.” she commented.

 

I blushed. “She’d seen it before.” I reminded her.

 

“I know, but that was when you were a kid, it’s kind of different when you see your adult brother in a too small girl’s diaper.” she said. “Besides, she watched you mess yourself and told you how proud of you she was.” she added.

 

I blushed hotly at the reminder of my behavior the night before.

 

Petra smirked. “If they lived closer I’d definitely cuckold you with either her or Harriet.” she said.

 

I glowered. “My sister is off limits.” I said.

 

She giggled. “Relax, I was teasing.” she said, running her fingers up my arm, “Besides, I don’t have any clue what their marriage is like, they might not be into it.” she added with a shrug.

 

I sighed. “Lucy would definitely be into it,” I said, “when she was in college she was bedding every man and woman that showed even the slightest interest.” I explained.

 

“What must that be like.” she joked.

 

“You’re different.” I told her, “Yeah, you see the challenge of turning any woman you’re attracted to into a baby, but we have an understanding.” I explained.

 

She nodded. “No boys allowed.” she said definitively.

 

“Right, and you’ve never broken that rule.” I said. “Lucy is a rule breaker, if Harriet told her something was off limits she’d stew over being denied, get it in her head that she was justified in breaking an unfair rule and do it the first chance she got.” I explained. “She’d ruin her marriage for that instant gratification.” I added.

 

She kissed my lips softly. “Don’t get worked up, baby.” she whispered.

 

I kissed her back and put my hand on her hip, absently stroking her warm skin with my palm. “So, how do you want to handle all of this Zelda stuff with the girls?” I asked.

 

She softly stroked my cheek with her hand and shrugged. “Nothing to handle, really.” she said nonchalantly. “They want to go back to school and start dating, so they’ll be busy with their own lives and we’ll be free to do whatever we want.” she explained.

 

“We need structure though.” I reminded.

 

She sighed wistfully. “Alright, you and I will alternate the parent role as needed, they’ll go to school and have an expectation for grades as well as work or securing an income of some kind, and we’ll monitor their romantic relationship and step in if need be.” she explained. “Sound good?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “We should adopt Ducky before we do anything else.” I said.

 

“You think?” she asked.

 

I nodded again. “We’ve been introducing her as our daughter, we think of her that way, she wants it, I think it’s best for us to do it.” I said. “Plus, she’ll be covered if anything happens to us.” I added.

 

She smiled and kissed me again. “You’re a good man, Zack.” she said softly, cuddling me and burying her face into my chest.

 

We lay together in a warm and loving embrace in silence, just enjoying our time together until we heard the stirrings of people waking up in the other rooms.

 

“That’s our cue.” she said as she pulled away and rolled off the bed to get dressed.

 

I watched her and felt calm and happy, in love with her as much as I’d been when we started dating, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky to have such an understanding and supportive woman in my life that loved me and would do anything to see me happy as much as I would for her.

 

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The morning hours were spent with Harriet bustling around to get herself ready while Lucy continued to sleep, waking her charge and getting her changed, bathed and dressed for the day. Petra took control of handling Ducky and Rochelle with me “helping”, which mostly consisted of throwing used diapers away and fetching requested items from the diaper bag or suitcase. Harriet and Petra gave each of the rest of us a job to do to help clean up the house while they took care of the more involved jobs of washing clothes and making beds.

 

Once my job of picking up the living room was done Petra excused us and led me upstairs by the hand to get me into a diaper for the drive home. I offered no resistance or protest as she stripped me of my clothes and got me powdered and diapered, redressing me and patting my bottom softly once she helped me off the changing mat on the floor.

 

“You’ll be in the back with the other babies.” she said as she disrobed to get her own diaper on, watching me watching her as she gently rubbed powder into her groin.

 

“I can do that for you.” I reminded her.

 

She smiled up at me. “Of course you can, angel.” she cooed in a playfully mocking tone.

 

Once we were both dressed and the diaper bag was packed up we headed back downstairs and I started taking our bags out to the car.

 

“Girls, come exchange numbers with Aunt Lucy.” Petra called to Ducky and Rochelle. “Harriet, I’d like your number if that’s alright.” she politely requested of the taller woman.

 

“I was planning on asking you the same thing!” Harriet said with a chuckle and a knowing smile as she pulled her phone from the back pocket of her tight jeans.

 

Lucy and the girls were giggling and chatting away while Petra and Harriet were having a much quieter conversation with laughter of their own peppered in as I returned from loading the car.

 

“Come here and give your Aunt Harriet a hug, girls!” Harriet exclaimed, crouching down with her arms outstretched to Ducky and Rochelle.

 

Lucy came over to me and kissed my cheek before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “I love you.” she said quietly. “I want us to be better sisters than we were brother and sister.” she said.

 

I hugged her back and nodded. “Me too.” I told her.

 

We parted and I kissed her cheek as she’d done. “Your Mommy and my Mommy have each other’s numbers and we’ll definitely try and come visit you guys and have you all come visit us too!” she chirped.

 

“Zelda, do you have a hug for Aunt Harriet?” Harriet asked, making me blush as I looked over to her, her arms still outstretched.

 

I shuffled over to her and hugged her, being wrapped up in her arms. “It was lovely meeting both sides of you, sweetie.” she said softly.

 

I tightened my hug to match her. “It was nice meeting you.” I said. “I’m glad Lucy has such a good Mommy.” I added.

 

She pulled me from her and booped my nose. “I’m glad you have such a good Mommy as well.” she said sweetly.

 

Petra and Harriet hugged and exchanged a few more quiet words and that was it, we left the house, locking the door with the spare key hidden in the fake rock near the door and made our ways to our respective cars, Lucy waving happily from her backseat at Ducky, Rochelle and I in our backseat as Petra dispensed bottles of milk to each of us from the front of the car and started it up to get us on the road home.

 

To Be Continued…

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Twenty Five

Where The Heart Is

 

It became apparent that Petra was grooming me to be the baby of the family very quickly, but I went along with it because I was genuinely enjoying her attention. Having her ask Rochelle to help by fetching something from the diaper bag for me or asking Ducky to check my diaper was humiliating, but I found myself almost constantly erect, which made me “fussy” the longer I remained without release.

 

“Zelda’s peepee is hard, Mommy.” Ducky said as her fingers grazed the shaft of my penis as she was checking my diaper, her tone sounding uncomfortably like tattling in my ears.

 

Petra chuckled from the front seat, quietly, but still loud enough for me to pick it up. “Zelly, are you excited, baby girl?” she cooed, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

 

I nodded bashfully, my cheeks blazing as Ducky and Rochelle giggled beside me.

 

Petra let out an exaggerated sigh from the front seat. “We’re making such good time, Mommy doesn’t want to stop just yet.” she said. “Tell you what, we’ll stop and Mommy will make it all better for you if everyone of you little angels makes a stinky for Mommy.” she offered. “Unless one of you wants to help the baby with her widdle pwoblem right now.” she teased.

 

I blushed hotly and shook my head vehemently. “No, Mommy!” I whined.

 

Rochelle put her hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed it. “Suck on your pacifier, it helps.” she said softly, smiling warmly at me.

 

I retrieved the hanging pacifier clipped to my shirt and popped it into my mouth, focusing on that as best I could to try and avoid imagining either of the two girls servicing me.

 

Ducky rested her head on my shoulder. “I’ll help you if you want me to.” she said softly.

 

I shook my head. “Dats Mommy’s job.” I told her.

 

She smiled. “I know, but I know it’s no fun being all frustrated in your diaper.” she said, blushing softly as she looked over at Rochelle.

 

I shook my head again. “Is otay.” I told her, pressing the front of my pacifier to the top of her head and making a kissing sound. “Fank oo.” I said quietly.

 

A few miles later the smell of a messy diaper filled the car and Ducky kissed my cheek. “I did my part.” she said sweetly. Shortly after that Rochelle kissed my cheek and said the same thing, leaving only me to secure my release.

 

Petra mercifully rolled all the windows down to help with the smell, but I was still unaccustomed to messing my diaper, and still had no clue how to do so while sitting in the car, marveling at both girl’s ability to do so without making a sound or even moving to a degree that made it apparent that’s what they were doing until they’d actually done it and stunk up the car.

 

“Mommy, it’s too hard to go in the car!” I whined.

 

Petra looked at me again in the rearview. “Mommy told you the conditions, sweetie, I’m sorry if you can’t go, that just means you’ll have to wait until Mommy goes and needs to stop.” she explained, “But, if you don’t go before then and don’t go before we finish changing everyone else then you’re sitting in a poopy diaper until we stop again.” she warned.

 

I whined in protest behind my pacifier and pouted.

 

“Lean to the side, like you’re trying to toot.” Ducky whispered, reaching over my shoulders to pull me into a leaning position, my head resting on her chest.

 

She was rubbing my arm gently and rocking us softly as her chin rested on my head and I closed my eyes and pushed down on my bowels, only managing a weak little toot. “I can’t.” I whined softly.

 

Rochelle’s hand reached beneath my arm and began to gently rub my stomach. “Just relax, Zelda.” she cooed sweetly, her little voice making me feel incredibly foolish at having to be educated on how to poop myself by two girls who’s diapers I’d changed.

 

I whined softly behind my pacifier at the shame and the almost overwhelming amount of humiliation I was having to endure in such a short amount of time.

 

“Shh, it’s okay, Zelly.” Ducky whispered, her hand moving over to between my thighs to gently rub the lump in the front of my shorts.

 

I gasped and tried to pull away, but was held firmly by her arm over my shoulder.

 

“I know you’re ashamed and all of this is a lot to handle, but remember that everyone here loves you.” Ducky whispered as she gently but firmly manipulated my hardness.

 

My eyes started to water, tears of shame spilling down my cheeks as I closed my eyes and feverishly sucked my pacifier, my efforts to mess my diaper rewarded moments later as my diaper expanded slowly and I grunted softly between pathetic whimpers.

 

“Good girl.” Ducky quietly praised, kissing the top of my head and removing her hand from my groin.

 

Rochelle gently patted my now lumpy bottom and leaned over to hug me. “We’re very proud of you, Zelly.” she said softly.

 

My cheeks burned with humiliation and I started to cry in earnest once Ducky helped me to sit up straight and my mess mushed beneath me. She didn’t say anything, but I caught Petra looking at me in the mirror, her eyes darting away when we saw each other.

 

True to her word, Petra stopped at a rest area a mile or so later and changed Ducky and Rochelle before she helped me out of the car.

 

“Since you were such a good girl, Mommy will let you decide if you want to make baby girl cummies or big boy cummies.” she said, using her overly saccharine Mommy tone to talk to me as she led me to the back of the car.

 

I furrowed my brow in confusion. “What’s the difference?” I asked.

 

She smiled and pulled my shorts down. “Well, baby girls do their cummies in their diapers while someone penetrates them,” she explained, helping me up onto the open tailgate, “and big boys get special kisses on their boy parts from Mommy.” she added.

 

I looked around nervously for passersby or other cars and felt relief that we’d found a secluded spot. “Big boy.” I said softly.

 

Petra nodded softly. “Mommy thinks this should be the last time you make big boy cummies when you’re her baby girl.” she commented as she laid me back and ripped the tapes of my diaper. “Mommy doesn’t want her princess to be confused about what she is, does she?” she asked rhetorically as she opened my diaper and began to clean me up.

 

“I won’t always be a baby girl though, right, Mommy?” I asked, trying to assert myself and remind her that this was only something we’d be doing occasionally, but sounded more like a toddler needing to be reassured that going back to diapers during potty training didn’t revert them to infancy.

 

Petra nodded as she gently probed my bottom with a wipe surrounded finger, expertly removing the used diaper from beneath me and replacing it with a fresh one.

 

I gasped at the insertion and whimpered softly, subconsciously pushing my body down into her finger as I blushed at how good it felt.

 

Petra remained silent, but smiled down at me as she gently worked her finger in and out of me, twisting it ever so slightly this way and that way.

 

My pacifier bobbed up and down in my mouth as I sucked it to keep quiet so Ducky and Rochelle didn’t turn around to watch, and I opened my eyes to see Petra beaming down at me.

 

A second finger was introduced a moment later, and she fell into a rhythm that I matched, her working in and out of me as I rocked myself toward and away from her on my back, my knees tucked up to my chest.

 

I wanted to tell her how close I was to cumming, to remind her that she needed to put her mouth around my cock so I could have the big boy cummies I’d asked for, but all I did was grunt and whimper through my pacifier as she brought the front of the clean diaper up just in time for me to go over the edge in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. I jerked and moaned softly as I kept cumming for what felt like minutes.

 

Petra held the diaper in place with one hand and balled the used diaper up with her other, letting me completely finish and lie still for a moment before she pulled the front of the diaper back and smiled at me. “Look at all those baby girl cummies!” she cooed. “Who’s a good baby girl for Mommy?” she asked.

 

I blushed fiercely and mumbled that I was in fact a good baby girl for Mommy, and was rewarded with a kiss on the tummy that turned into a raspberry that made me giggle and squirm before she powdered my diaper area and taped the less than pristine diaper into place, patting the gooey front softly.

 

“Be a good girl and take all these yucky diapers to the trashcan while Mommy changes herself.” she commanded, piling my arms with three messy diaper balls.

 

I turned and looked for a trashcan, seeing one a few hundred feet away and looked for one closer. With no other options, I started my shameful, bottomless, save for my cum soaked, ill fitting, pink princess diaper, my yellow bumblebee pacifier working in my mouth, march to dispose of the foul garments. I felt all of the shame I’d bestowed on Petra on the way to my dad’s when I’d made her do the same thing in a store parking lot, and a small part of me felt good about the balancing of the scales between us. I dumped the diapers and hurried back to the car, looking around nervously for sudden arriving cars or people.

 

Petra was finishing powdering herself and pulling her diaper into place when I returned, and she was all smiles as I blushed and breathed heavily through my nose while I sucked my pacifier. “Good girl!” she praised, patting my head softly and kissing my forehead as she sat up. “Now be a lamb and throw this one away for Mommy.” she said, a wickedly devious smile on her face as she lifted my arm with my palm up and plopped the heavily soaked ball into it, turning and closing the tailgate once she’d gathered everything up and returning to the driver’s seat.

 

I wanted to toss the diaper on the ground and get in the car, but I’d managed to avoid punishment thus far, and wasn’t looking to ruin the milky afterglow of my post orgasm bliss by enduring a spanking or something worse, so I trudged back to the trashcan, my mind whirling with thoughts of worse things than spankings and whether they could be accomplished on the road without proper preparation and tools.

 

“Nice diaper, bitch boy!” a male voice called out from a convertible that sped past me on its way around the curve of the rest stop to the parking area on the other side.

 

I looked up and saw him leaning on his door, his middle finger up as he sneered at me. I blushed and put my head down, finishing my trek and disposing of the diaper before turning and scurrying back to the safety of the car and my family. “God, I am a bitch boy now, aren’t I?” I thought as I listened to the rustling of my diaper and worked my tongue around the bulb of the pacifier in my mouth, something I hadn’t stopped sucking on since we left my dad’s except to talk to him on the phone or nurse from Petra’s breast or it fell from my mouth while I was asleep.

 

Rochelle gave my bottom a playful pat as I climbed into the car, moving past her to my seat, her merry giggle making me forget the rude guy and turn to smile at her, giving my bottom a little wiggle in front of her as I went.

 

“Did you have a problem?” Petra asked, looking at me sympathetically in the rearview mirror. “I heard yelling.” she added.

 

I shook my head. “No, Mommy.” I said. “A man yelled at me when he drove by.” I told her.

 

“What did he say?” she asked.

 

I thought about lying, telling her that I hadn’t been able to make out what he’d yelled, but thought that if she had heard him yelling, she might’ve heard what he said as well. “He yelled ‘nice diaper, bitch boy.’ at me.” I told her.

 

Ducky and Rochelle put their arms around me for sympathetic cuddles.

 

“Do you want Mommy to go have a chat with him?” she asked.

 

I shook my head vehemently. “No, please just go, Mommy.” I pleaded.

 

Petra nodded softly and put the car into drive, turning the car around to head down the road toward the trashcan I’d just come from. “Deandra, hand Mommy a bottle of milk, sweetie.” she asked politely.

Ducky did as requested and returned her arm to its position over my shoulder.

 

Petra pulled alongside the convertible and unscrewed the lid of the bottle as before rolling down the window, waiting for the man to come strutting out of the restroom. “Hey!” she yelled to him before she flung the contents of the bottle onto the leather interior of the convertible. “Nice tit milk interior, asshole!” she yelled before she drove off, rolling her window up and handing the empty bottle and lid to Ducky.

 

The car erupted into a fit of giggles as the three of us in the back turned to watch the man yell and gesture wildly behind us as he surveyed the mess inside his car.

 

“Nobody insults my baby girl and gets away with it.” Petra said as she looked at me in the rearview and gave me a wink.

 

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Petra deemed Ducky the second most mature person in the car behind herself, and had her tap in to drive the second leg while Petra joined Rochelle and I in the backseat. I assumed she’d be staying there as Ducky had been, but found that she merely needed Rochelle and I to drain her breasts for her, which we did with great satisfaction.

 

“Such good girls you both are.” Petra cooed as she sat in the middle seat with one of us on each breast as she stroked our cheeks softly.

 

Rochelle copied the motion my sister had performed when she and I were in the same position at our dad’s house, her little hand finding my shoulder and waiting for me to take it in my own.

 

I took her hand and held it gently, feeling the same closeness and love and acceptance from my daughter that I had from Lucy. I sighed contentedly with my eyes closed, my sucking falling into a rhythm that made me feel incredibly relaxed and I let myself wet my diaper without hesitation, savoring the warm, wet tickle of my pee cascading downward over my butt cheeks, making me wiggle my bottom gently in delight.

 

Petra was smiling down at me when I opened my eyes, a knowing glint in hers. “Someone is getting used to tinkling her diapers, isn’t she?” she asked.

 

I blushed hotly and nodded bashfully.

 

She reached over and gently patted the front of my diaper. “Mommy is very proud of you, Zelly.” she said softly, giving the front of my diaper a soft squeeze.

 

Petra left the backseat once Rochelle and I were done nursing, helping us sit up before she crawled up between the front seats to join Ducky, the pair of them making casual conversation about what Ducky wanted to study when she and Rochelle went back to school and where they might go on their first real date. I was proud of Petra for being supportive and mature about losing Ducky romantically, but I was also feeling very sleepy once Rochelle changed seats to be closer to me and snuggled up beside me.

 

“Wanna take a nap with me, Zelly?” she asked through her pacifier, a little yawn escaping her as her head rested on my arm.

 

I nodded and moved my arm around her, hugging her as I shifted to be more comfortable and cuddly with her.

 

*********

 

I woke up sometime later to Rochelle moving away from me as she scooted along the backseat to get out of the car, Ducky taking her spot, crawling in to where Rochelle had been beneath my arm.

 

“We’re just trading places, Zelly.” Ducky whispered as she kissed my cheek softly.

 

I sleepily nodded and felt my pacifier being returned to my mouth.

 

“Does she need a change?” Petra asked.

 

I felt Ducky’s slender fingers once again slip into my diaper, making me stir but not wake up completely.

 

“She’ll be fine for a while longer I think.” Ducky said softly.

 

Ducky was warm and cozy as she hugged me around my middle and nestled in beneath my arm, and I smiled a little and mumbled something in my half awake state.

 

“Mommy showed me the diapers she got you, Zelly.” Ducky whispered. “She also showed me some of the outfits she’s going to make for you, and I’m a little jealous of what a precious little girl you’re going to be.” she cooed in her soft whisper.

 

I mumbled something again and felt my diaper warming up, sleepily mewling behind my pacifier as the soft wet hiss of my urine pooling in the front of my diaper could faintly be heard in the backseat.

 

“Shh, you sleep baby girl.” Ducky encouraged, her hand moving to my diaper once again to gently pat the newly warmed area. “Such a good baby.” she said before she kissed my cheek once again.

 

*********

 

“Wake up, sweetie.” Petra said softly as she stroked my cheek, standing in the open doorway of the backseat.

 

“Is it my turn to drive?” I asked dreamily, sitting up slowly with a groan, my butt tingling as it woke up from having been sitting in one spot for so long, the pins and needles sensation traveling down my legs.

 

Petra chuckled softly. “No, sweetheart, you’re too little to drive a great big car, baby.” she said. “Mommy needs to change you so you don’t leak.” she explained as she reached across me and unbuckled my seatbelt before taking my hand in hers.

 

I nodded softly and moved to stand, the tingling in my legs making me unsteady and wobbly which Petra fixed by guiding me back down onto the seat.

 

“Mommy will just change you here, baby.” she said as she gently patted my thigh.

 

I lazily opened my eyes to look up at Petra in the doorway, leaning in as she ripped the tapes of my diaper and pulled it open, the cool air making me dribble a little pee as it hit my groin. Behind her there was movement of some kind, and sounds of voices and cars, and I moved my head from side to side to try and see around her.

 

“Don’t be a wiggle worm, sweetie, Mommy will be quick.” she reassured me.

 

I smelled food smells, the kinds of things you’d smell outside a greasy spoon diner off the highway, and I realized we’d stopped for food and she was changing me in the parking lot.

 

“Ducky and Rochelle went in to get our lunch.” she said, sensing my nervousness at being seen this way.

 

“People can see me!” I whined.

 

Petra looked over her shoulder and shrugged. “And?” she said. “No one seems to care.” she added.

 

I blushed hotly and folded my arms over my chest to show her how angry I was.

 

She rolled her eyes. “Sweetie, if you’re going to be this uptight about being seen in your diapers, we’re going to have to have a long talk about all the times the girls and I have been where you are and why it’s very silly of you to think you’re in any way above this kind of treatment.” she said as she finished the change and taped the new diaper in place around my waist.

 

She was very right and I knew it, but that didn’t stop me from pouting and continuing to hold my arms across my chest.

 

She sighed softly. “I thought maybe you’d like some chicken fingers for lunch, but if you’re going to be a little fusspot you can just have more of Mommy’s milk.” she warned.

 

I let my arms fall and relaxed my pout. “I want chicky fingies, Mommy.” I said, using baby words to try and melt her heart.

 

She smiled at me and stroked my cheek. “Then be a good girl and show Mommy you deserve them.” she said sweetly.

 

When Ducky and Rochelle returned to the car with our food Petra climbed into the backseat with me so we were facing each other while the girls sat up front facing one another and they all ate like normal while Petra fed me my chicken fingers, making sure to tie a bib around my neck before we started.

 

“Mommy?” Rochelle asked.

 

Petra wiped a bit of barbecue sauce from the corner of my mouth with the bib. “Yes, dear?” she responded without turning her attention from me as she silently performed “the airplane” with a chicken finger as she guided it to my mouth.

 

“If Zelly is the baby of the family, does that mean that Deandra and I can have a big girl room together so she can have the nursery?” Rochelle asked, looking to Ducky and smiling.

 

Petra turned her attention to Rochelle. “Zelly isn’t always going to be the baby, honey, Daddy will be back soon.” she said.

 

Rochelle nodded softly, her disappointment clearly written on her face.

 

“But,” Petra said, turning her attention back to me with a wicked smile, “you girls can have your own grownup room if,” she said, placing strong emphasis on the last word, “you babysit Zelda when Mommy goes on dates.” she finished.

 

“Dates?!” Ducky exclaimed, turning to stare at me.

 

Petra nodded. “Your Daddy expressed interest in being cuckolded, and Mommy wants to make sure her baby girl gets everything her little heart desires.” she cooed, playfully pinching my blushing cheek. “So, once we get to that point, if you both agree to watch her while I’m out then you can have a grownup room.” she said.

 

“Are you sure that’s what he said he wanted?” Rochelle asked, looking sympathetically at me.

 

Petra nodded again. “Zelda, tell your big sisters what you want.” she commanded.

 

I kept my eyes on the to to go container of chicken fingers, my cheeks blazing. “I want Mommy to bring home ladies and have sex with them while I’m in my crib and diapers.” I confessed.

 

Rochelle and Ducky exchanged looks and continued eating as though nothing had happened.

 

“Alright then.” Ducky finally said. “You’ve got yourself two babysitters.” she added.

 

*********

 

The remainder of our trip back home was more of the same on a repeating loop, I remained in the backseat with Rochelle and Ducky joining me when they swapped out driving responsibilities, nestling between both of them when Petra took over driving. I was wetting my diaper as soon as the urge hit me, and even managed to mess without the previous attempt’s fussing and trouble. I fell in and out of sleep with nothing much to do while Rochelle or Ducky played on their phones or chatted with one another when they were both with me. I realized that, as the baby of the family, I was merely a prop, nothing more than a background object unless attention was required to be paid to me for a change or meal. Discovering that I was sleeping so much because of the lack of mental stimulation made me sad, feeling lonely as Ducky and Rochelle talked to each other with me in the center of them as though I wasn’t even there.

 

“I can talk about stuff too!” I reminded them, sounding every bit the obnoxious little sister that craves being included in the bigger girl’s lives and activities.

 

Ducky picked up my dangling pacifier and popped it into my mouth without acknowledging me and kept right on talking to Rochelle about classes she was interested in taking.

 

“Don’t interrupt, sweetie.” Rochelle said sweetly as she stroked my hair softly.

 

I was blushing at being admonished by my younger and smaller adopted daughter, but the stroking of my hair by her was attention and I nodded softly as I sucked the pacifier, grateful that someone was including me, even if it wasn’t actual inclusion.

 

When we finally arrived home, it was night time, Petra was cuddling me while I sleepily nursed from her in the backseat. I could see Rochelle leaned over in the front resting her head on Ducky’s arm as Ducky drove past houses on our block, pulling into our driveway as Petra helped me to sit up, pushing my pacifier back into my mouth before she covered herself.

 

“She’s asleep.” Ducky whispered to Petra, gesturing to Rochelle.

 

Petra nodded. “I’ll get her if you can help Zelly into the house.” she whispered.

 

I rubbed my eyes and yawned softly as Ducky got out of the car and came around to the door beside me, taking my hand and helping me step out of the car.

 

“C’mon, sweetie, let’s get inside.” Ducky said softly, squeezing my hand gently as she led me, waddling awkwardly to the front porch.

 

Petra was carrying Rochelle behind us and handed her keys to Ducky who used them to unlock the door before entering the house and disarming the security system. Petra closed the door behind her, and moved past us to head back to the nursery, with Ducky following with me in tow.

 

“Alright, sweetie, let’s get you nice and dry for night night’s.” Petra cooed to the barely awake Rochelle as she lay the small girl down on the changing table and set to getting her into a dry diaper.

 

I was peeing again as I stood in the doorway of the nursery with Ducky still holding my hand, my eyes drooping as heavily as my soaked diaper.

 

Petra finished changing Rochelle and lifted the girl up and took her over to the crib to lay her down and tuck her in with a soft kiss on her cheek as her pacifier fell into a slow, sleepy rhythm of soft bobbing. “Mommy can’t pick you up, baby, and you’re far too sleepy to get on the table.” Petra explained as she took my hands and gently guided me down onto the floor. “Deandra, be a dear and grab the boxes that were on the porch for me.” she requested.

 

“Boxes?” I sleepily mumbled through my pacifier.

 

Petra softly rubbed my tummy. “Your diapers, baby girl.” she said. “And a few other things Mommy will let you see tomorrow when you’re more awake.” she added.

 

Ducky returned with the two boxes, setting them down with a grunt of effort before she cut them open with Petra’s keys.

 

I wanted to see what Petra had bought, but I was exhausted for some reason, and merely lay with my eyes closed, pacifier still working softly in my mouth as the pair above me giggled and whispered excitedly.

 

To Be Continued...

[Sarah Penguin]

 

[TheUnknownAuthor]

So, I decided that this will be the last chapter of this part of the story. Before you get your diapers in a twist, I have very good reason for this. I feel like we've covered a lot of ground here, but I also feel like the way this part has been formatted locks us into one POV and we've got many different characters doing many different things, so, part two will be broken up with each character having his or her own chapter where we can get inside their head and better understand some of the intricacies of their thoughts and feelings.

I'm excited about the future of this story, which is nowhere near done, FYI, and I sincerely hope that if you're reading this story that you'll be excited at what's in store going forward as well. Thank you so much for reading, I don't know if starting a new topic for part two is better or if that will make it harder to find the first part later on down the line...I'll just keep this thread and retitle it to reflect the change, make a blurb at the start to let people know what's going on.

Anyway, enjoy!

 

Chapter Twenty Six

It’s My Party, I’ll Cry If I Want To

 

My eyes opened slowly when I heard the snoring, knowing immediately that Ducky was very close. Ducky and Rochelle were cuddled together sleeping soundly beside me, and I was near the side of the crib that lowered. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking down at the diaper Petra had put me in when we got home. The first thing I noticed was how thick they were compared to her ill fitting princess diapers I’d worn the whole trip home, the second was how absolutely adorable they were even in the dim light of the room. The whole diaper was baby pink and had little babyish unicorns all over in various states of play. I put my hand on the front of the diaper, feeling the slight warmth of either my body heating it while I slept or the very real possibility that I’d wet in my sleep, something that was becoming more common the more I indulged this second infancy. I marveled at how little I could feel through the diaper, my penis enveloped and swaddled so completely in the garment that it almost felt like it wasn’t even there.

 

I blushed as I felt a twinge inside as I stiffened at the infantile and girly thoughts in my mind, looking for my pacifier and greedily jamming it into my mouth when I found it dangling from my shirt. I looked down at the shirt I was wearing, a plain dark blue t-shirt, a comfortable shirt, but not at all in line with what I was wearing below. Feeling slightly bashful, I unclipped the pacifier and pulled the shirt off, throwing it away from the crib in a symbolic discarding of my manhood.

 

“What are you doing, Zelly?” Rochelle asked sleepily.

 

I turned quickly in surprise to see Rochelle looking at me in the dark.

 

“Did you have a bad dream, honey?” she asked.

 

I sucked my pacifier and lay back down as she pulled the blanket over us and kissed my cheek, her warm little hand gently rubbing my stomach as she yawned.

 

“Close your eyes, baby.” she dreamily muttered.

 

I closed my eyes and snuggled up to her, sighing contentedly.

 

*********

 

Petra came in some time later, the sun peeking through the curtains behind the crib, she was naked and carrying two bottles of milk that she set down on the changing table so she could lower the side of the crib. In the light I caught a glimpse of my diaper and felt a giddy little tingle run up my spine as I saw the little rainbow hoof print trails behind each of the frolicking unicorns.

 

“Good morning, Zelda!” Petra cooed as she lowered the side of the crib and immediately checked my diaper. “Is my baby girl a little bedwetter?” she asked.

 

I blushed and nodded.

 

She leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Well, that’s a good place to start with your baby training.” she commented as she turned and retrieved the bottles from the changing table. “Alright, girls, wakey wakey!” she said in a singsong voice.

 

Rochelle stirred behind me, sitting up and rubbing her eyes before taking the bottle Petra offered her. Ducky grumbled and rolled over to face Petra before slumping her face back down into the pillow.

 

“Now, is that any kind of way to behave when we’re celebrating Zelda’s birthday?” Petra asked.

 

All of the occupants of the crib stared up at Petra.

 

“That’s right!” she chirped, reaching past me to stick the nipple of the other bottle into Ducky’s mouth. “Mommy thought we should welcome the new baby into our lives by having a birthday party for her!” she explained.

 

I turned to look at Ducky and Rochelle sucking their bottles and then turned back to Petra. “Where’s my bottle, Mommy?” I asked.

 

Petra beamed at me. “Sweetie, you’re getting your milk straight from Mommy until you get bigger.” she said, pinching my cheek softly. “We’ll get your tummy nice and full and then we’ll get you all dressed up for your party guests!” she explained.

 

“Does that mean Illiana and Athena are coming?!” Rochelle asked excitedly.

 

Petra nodded. “I called them when I got up!” she said.

 

I felt my stomach flutter nervously. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” I said softly.

 

Petra smiled and hugged me. “You’re loved and safe, honey, no one will tease you or else they’ll get a spanking, okay?” she asked.

 

I absently nodded, not really thinking about what she’d said but rather thinking of the day of embarrassment I had ahead of me.

 

Petra patted my thigh softly. “I’ll get her fed while you two finish your bottles and then I need for you to join us in the living room so I can go over what I need from you both today.” she said, taking my hand in hers.

 

Both girl’s nodded as they drank their bottles and soft giggling could be heard once we left the room. I followed Petra down the hall to the living room and waited for her to get settled on the couch before she beckoned me to join her, positioning my head in the crook of her arm where she guided me to her breast.

 

“Do you like your diapers, baby?” she asked as she gently rocked me with her body as I nursed from her.

 

I nodded softly and felt her free hand rest on the front of my diaper, patting it gently.

 

“Mommy got nice, thick ones so you can feel like a little baby, isn’t that nice?” she asked.

 

I nodded again, blushing slightly as I felt myself stiffen inside my diaper.

 

She smiled knowingly at me. “Someone sure feels like she’s getting excited to be Mommy’s baby girl.” she said sweetly.

 

I nodded once again, lifting my hips into her hand.

 

“Patience, little one, Mommy will take care of you once your tummy is full.” she teasingly admonished.

 

Rochelle and Ducky appeared as I was moving to Petra’s other breast, giggling to one another as they took a seat in the large chair beside the couch together, Rochelle draping her legs across Ducky’s as Ducky held her almost like a baby.

 

“Alright, Rochelle, I need you make room in the shelves of the changing table for Zelda’s diapers and space in the closet for the clothes I bought for her and the one’s I’ll be making using her mother’s journal that I borrowed, please.” Petra said.

 

I hadn’t seen any clothes last night, but was too tired to really see much of anything to be honest, but my eyes went wide when I heard that she’d not only found my mother’s journal but had borrowed it as well.

 

Petra smiled when she saw my surprise, “That’s right, baby, Mommy’s going to make you pretty clothes just like your real mother did!” she chirped happily before turning her attention to Ducky, “Deandra, I need you to help me get rid of all this yucky boy hair she has.” Petra said, making a mock disgusted face as she played with my beard. “I want my princess smooth as the day she was born.” she added, patting the front of my diaper once again.

 

Both girls nodded obediently. “What should I do when I’m done with my jobs, Mommy?” Rochelle asked.

 

“Get the company dishes out of the cabinet above the sink and set the table for five.” Petra said.

 

“But there’s gonna be six of us.” Ducky reminded.

 

Petra smiled. “Zelda will be at the head of the table in her highchair.” she said.

 

Our daughters giggled and smiled at me with elation as I flushed hotly, growing harder within my diaper.

 

Petra helped me sit up and patted my back until I belched loudly and then she stood up. “I hate to ask, but can you girls change each other?” she asked. “Zelda is excited and we don’t need a fussy baby on her special day.” she explained.

 

Both girls nodded and got up from their seat, coming over to hug me and kiss my cheek, wishing me a ‘happy birthday’ as they headed out of the living room.

 

Petra started walking away and turned slightly, “Crawl to Mommy’s room, baby.” she commanded in her sweet sounding Mommy voice as she left the room.

 

I got off the couch and onto all fours, crawling quickly after her, my diaper crinkling loudly as I hurried to catch up to her, turning the corner to our bedroom to find her waiting just inside the doorway for me, closing the door behind me as I entered.

 

“On the bed, sweetie.” she gently coaxed, smiling as she watched me comply. She sauntered over to the bed and softly patted my bottom as I perched on the bed on all fours. “As a special birthday treat,” she began as she walked to the dresser across the room, “Mommy will let you decide if you want to be the boy or the girl.” she said.

 

I looked at her and furrowed my brow in confusion. “I don’t understand, Mommy.” I admitted.

 

She reached into the drawer she’d opened and pulled out a surprisingly realistic looking penis attached to some straps of what looked like leather. “We’re going to have sex, baby,” she said softly, holding the shaft of the penis in her hand as she walked back to the bed, “If you want to be the boy, Mommy will put this on over your diaper and you can use it like a big boy would to make Mommy very happy.” she explained, “Or, you can be the girl, and Mommy can make a hole in the back of your pwecious widdle diapey and show you what it’s really like to be a girl.” she said, setting the penis down on the bed.

 

I looked at the penis, bigger than mine, but smaller than the toy she’d used on me at my dad’s house. “Will I get to make cummies if I’m the boy?” I asked.

 

Petra shrugged. “Those diapers are pretty thick, honey, I don’t know how much you’d be able to feel through them.” she admitted. “But you’d be showing Mommy that you love her by putting her happiness first.” she explained.

 

I blushed because I was leaning very hard toward choosing the ‘girl’ option in this scenario and felt immense guilt for being greedy. “When will I get to make cummies if I don’t when we have sex?” I asked.

 

Petra smiled wickedly. “Mommy will make sure you get to make cummies before the day is done, angel.” she said.

 

I swallowed hard, imagining a myriad of horribly embarrassing situations she could have in store for me if I decided to declare myself a boy on the day we were celebrating my baby girl persona’s birth. I lowered my top half and stuck my bottom up in the air, feeling myself grow harder before the words even left my mouth, “I be da giwl, Mommy.” I said in my best baby talk and little voice, a slight spasm in my diaper making me blush hotter.

 

She went to work ripping a hole in the seat of my diaper as she praised me for my good choice and deemed me a “very good girl” before she set to attaching the penis to herself, the sound of her stroking it after getting a good amount of lube from a bottle in her bedside drawer making my hardness twitch and dribble in anticipation. She moved in behind me and slowly lined the head of her new phallus up with my pucker, the silicone head gently caressing my opening.

 

I took a deep breath and whimpered softly as she slowly entered me, my hands tightly gripping the sheets below me as I endured the pressure and fullness of the invader’s presence.

 

She put her hands on my hips and helped guide me into a motion that matched her own, in and out with agonizing slowness that gradually sped up every few cycles. “Mommy wants you to ask her for permission to cum, princess.” she said suddenly, breaking the routine noise of my soft grunting and moaning and her measured breathing,

 

My breath caught in my throat and I nodded obediently as I focused on keeping myself from cumming to prolong the intense pleasure I was experiencing and the shame that that knowledge brought me.

 

She slapped my diapered ass once, sharply. “Yes, Mommy” she commanded.

 

“Yes, Mommy!” I cried out, nodding my head faster.

 

She softly patted the space she’d smacked when she heard me. “Good girl.” she praised.

 

Moments later I felt the pressure building, gasping as I hurriedly requested her permission to cum, sounding like a potty training child desperate to get to the bathroom before an accident happened. “Mommy, may I cum?” I blurted out.

 

“Already?” she asked. “Goodness, Zelly, you must really enjoy being having your little bottom fucked.” she commented.

 

I shamefully nodded my agreement. “Yes, Mommy.” I said between gasping breaths.

 

“Maybe you do need a Daddy.” she mused, continuing to work in and out of me as she avoided granting me permission.

 

I shook my head. “No Daddy, Zelly want Mommy!” I panted, frantically trying to give her my complete submission and devotion to secure my prize, not caring what an infantile whore I sounded like.

 

“What does Mommy get if she lets you make cummies?” she asked. “Mommy’s not getting to make cummies.” she said, a pout in her voice.

 

I bit my lip as I nearly went over the edge, forcing myself to maintain control. “Whatever you want, Mommy, please just let me make cummies.” I pathetically begged.

 

“Whatever I want?” she asked.

 

I nodded vehemently.

 

“You may make your little cummy mess, baby.” she cooed softly as she suddenly intensified her thrusting.

 

I gasped and whimpered and moaned and went over the edge instantly once she started going harder at my bottom, the waves of pleasure melting me as she continued to pound my ass until I slumped lazily forward and she guided herself out of me slowly, allowing me to lower my bottom and lay in a panting heap before her.

 

She helped me roll over onto my side once she’d removed the phallus from herself, straddling me as she guided my hands up above my head and gently pinned them there as she looked down at me with a hungry smile. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Zelda?” she asked.

 

I nodded weakly, doing my best to smile up at her, my head buzzing with post coital pleasure.

 

She lowered herself and kissed me, her nipples teasing my chest as she orally dominated me as effectively as she’d done anally, her tongue taking over mine, making my moan into her mouth and slobber uncontrollably. “Say it, baby.” she commanded once she’d stopped our kiss.

 

“I’m yours.” I dreamily murmured.

 

She stroked my cheek softly as she looked down and smiled. “My baby?” she asked.

 

I nodded softly.

 

“Say it.” she urged.

 

“I’m your baby.” I agreed.

 

She shimmied up my body and positioned her glistening sex in front of my face. “This.” she said, gently rubbing herself with two fingers. “Is only for Daddy and big girls.” she said, her breath catching in her throat as she stifled a moan. “Kiss it goodbye.” she commanded.

 

I looked up at her and then at her pussy. “I’m still Daddy though, just not right now.” I reminded her.

 

She inched herself forward, the heat of her excitement radiating against my face. “No, baby, your Daddy privileges have been revoked until Mommy’s done playing with her baby.” she cooed. “Now be a good girl and kiss Mommy’s pussy goodbye.” she added.

 

I shook my head. “This isn’t permanent, Petra, I just need-” I started to protest, but was cut off by her.

 

“One.” she said abruptly.

 

“Petra this isn’t-” I tried to say.

 

“Two.” she continued, her voice rising at my use of her name.

 

Counting was the most effective motivator in our house, rarely was three ever reached, but when it was, it never turned out well for the little one being counted at.

 

“Two and a quarter.” she said, her tone carrying the warning of impending doom.

 

“How long do-” I was cut off once more.

 

“Two and a half.” she said, raising her eyebrows as she looked down at me.

 

I reluctantly puckered my lips and kissed hers, the taste of her making me whimper softly at the gravity of the brief interaction.

 

“Good girl.” she cooed. “Now say ‘bye bye, pussy’.” she commanded.

 

I looked up at her with pleading eyes, finding nothing but firm resolve. “Bye bye, pussy.” I said glumly, the defeat filling my voice.

 

*********

 

I wasn’t mentally present for the removal of my body and facial hair, my mind was busy replaying Petra’s words and my own actions, I wondered why I wasn’t more assertive with her when I’d been Daddy for so many years, why I’d allowed myself to be cowed so easily by her, to give up my adulthood and manhood so easily that it seemed like I’d been the one to make the choice. I was struggling with my feelings, my emotions welling up inside me like a dam in a torrential downpour. I felt silly and foolish having my wife and soon to be adopted daughter grooming me to be more feminine and infantile in my overall appearance, but I also felt loved and cared for in a way that I hadn’t experienced since I was a child and the conflict of those feelings rendered me inert to the point that I just sucked my pacifier while they worked around me.

 

Petra bathed me with Deandra’s help, the pair of them chatting about me like I wasn’t there, or, more accurately, like I wasn’t mature enough to participate in a conversation. I noticed the floor beside the tub had a pile of hair sitting on it, a mound of my manhood and status as an adult waiting to be swept up and thrown away, and a small part of me was eager to see my transformation, silly as it may seem.

 

The tears came when I was stood in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom, the sight of my now hairless body, my smooth face bringing a more youthful appearance without the bushy beard, making the reality of my new role in our house apparent.

 

Petra stood behind me, peeking around my arm as she put her arms around my waist and gently fondled my hairless cock. “Are those tears of happiness, baby?” she asked quietly.

 

I shook my head and shrugged at the same time. “I don’t know what to feel.” I confessed between quiet sobs.

 

She kissed my arm softly. “You can feel happy that you have a loving family that wants to give you back a part of you that you’ve neglected for so long.” she offered.

 

I nodded. “I am, but-” I started to say but stopped when she moved around in front of me and gently pressed her fingers against the front of my pacifier to silence me.

 

“I love you and the girls love you and all of this is cosmetic.” she reminded me, “We’re not getting you gender reassignment surgery or chemically inducing regression or incontinence, we’re playing house and you get to be the baby for a while.” she explained. “Think of it like a pretty, girly vacation.” she added.

 

I nodded softly and sniffled.

 

“Are you ready to get dressed?” she asked.

 

I nodded again, “Yes, Mommy.” I said as I took one more look at myself in the mirror and blushed softly at the realization that I didn’t hate my new look.

 

Petra led me by the hand to the nursery where Deandra and Rochelle were waiting patiently beside the changing table.

 

“I put her diapers on the top shelf, Mommy.” Rochelle announced as Petra guided me onto the top of the changing table.

 

Petra smiled at her, “Thank you, Rochelle, that’s a big help.” she praised.

 

With the two onlookers, Petra lotioned and powdered me and taped me into one of my unicorn diapers before she ripped the front plastic down the center and taped a second diaper over top of the first before she wiped her hands clean with a wet wipe and guided me down from the table, Deandra and Rochelle giggling and smiling at me in my ridiculously bulky diapers.

 

I marveled at how far apart my legs were, standing almost bowlegged beside the changing table.

 

“Rochelle, did you put her dress in the closet?” Petra asked.

 

Rochelle nodded. “Yes, Mommy, I hung it up facing out so you could surprise her,” she explained, “if you want to.” she added.

 

Petra walked to the closet doors and put her hands on the knobs, “Zelda, close your eyes until Mommy tells you you can look.” she gently commanded.

 

I closed my eyes and sucked nervously on my pacifier, unsure of what awaited me behind those doors.

 

I heard the doors move along their tracks and some brief movement from within the closet, “Open, baby.” Petra cooed.

 

I opened my eyes slowly and felt my heart skip a beat as my face warmed. Hanging inside the closet was a dress, lavender in color and what looked like velvet of some kind in material, it looked like a child’s Christmas or Easter dress, but made in my size. Around the middle of the dress was a cream colored swath of fabric that went around to the back to become a pretty bow that Petra dutifully showed me by turning the dress around. Beside that hung a pink onesie that had glitter writing on the chest that read ‘Princess’ with a little sparkly crown above the letter ‘i’, going to the little chest of drawers at the edge of the closet she showed me that the little girl panties and training panties that had resided there had been replaced by a few pairs of white tights, frilly white ankle socks, and a pair of pink locking plastic panties.

 

“This was what I could get to arrive here in a day.” Petra explained, “Mommy has lots of things in mind for her princess to fill this closet right up for her.” she added.

 

I waddled forward awkwardly and touched the dress, a pleasant tingle running up my spine as I felt a giddiness fluttering in my stomach.

 

“Do you like it?” Petra asked.

 

I nodded absently and looked away from the dress to her, my eyes brimming with tears before I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly as I began to cry once more.

 

“Shh, it’s alright, baby.” she cooed softly as she rubbed my back. “Girls, come give your baby sister some reassuring cuddles.” she commanded.

 

I flushed at hearing my daughters being referred to as my sisters, but felt warm hands and arms on my bare skin as they joined our embrace. “Thank you.” I mumbled quietly.

 

“I love you, Zelda.” Rochelle said sweetly.

 

“I love you too, Zelly.” Deandra agreed.

 

“And Mommy absolutely adores you, princess.” Petra said softly. “Now let’s stop all the silly waterworks and get you dressed for the party!” she added.

 

*********

 

The dress was beautiful, a little short for my liking, but Petra and the girls fawned over how cute I looked with my pretty diapers peeking out beneath it under my tights and I was convinced they were right as Petra led me by the hand to the living room, my toddler’s gait leaving me with perpetually pink cheeks of embarrassment as I marveled at how good the tights felt on my now hairless legs, my bare feet pattering softly on the wood floor as we went. Petra had me sit down on the floor while she went and got her makeup kit, Deandra and Rochelle sitting down with me in a little circle. It was in that moment that I realized neither of them was diapered, the silence of their normally crinkly movements gone, their backside’s visible through the material of their jeans.

 

“No diapers?” I asked.

 

Both girl’s shook their heads as Rochelle took my hand in hers. “We can’t be big sisters if we’re babies too.” she told me.

 

Deandra smiled at me. “Besides, we can’t compete with your cuteness, Zelly.” she cooed, tickling my stomach through my dress.

 

I giggled and wriggled away, my poofy bottom crinkling loudly beneath me as I moved.

 

“Deandra, you’re on hair again,” Petra said as she returned, pulling her phone from her pocket to show Deandra the screen. “If you can make this happen even a little bit you’ll get extra ice cream for dessert.” she said playfully.

 

Deandra’s face lit up as she looked at the phone and then at me. “Oh, she is going to look precious!” she squealed.

 

Petra showed Rochelle the picture and the littler girl made an identically shrill and elated noise. “Zelly, you’re going to be the cutest girl in the world!” she chirped.

 

“Rochelle, you can do her nails again.” Petra said as she handed the girl a bottle of nail polish that was powder blue in color.

 

Petra sat down in front of me and smiled as she opened her makeup kit, “And Mommy is on makeup duty.” she said with a little wink.

 

I wet my diaper as they all bustled around me like happy bees around a beautiful flower. Petra had taken my pacifier to do my lips with some kind of pink glossy looking lipstick, poking her finger slowly into my puckered lips to get rid of the excess, making me blush before she began working on my blush. Deandra hummed happily to herself as she worked on my hair, smiling down at me from her position on her knees on a pillow beside me, a little barrette with a white flower adorning it clipped off to the side before she declared her work finished, bringing gasps and broad smiles from everyone in front of me. Rochelle did my fingernails, reminding me to keep my fingers splayed and away from my pretty dress as she capped the nail polish and put it back in Petra’s case.

 

“It’s kind of amazing.” Deandra said quietly as she and Petra and Rochelle stood before me looking down in wonder.

 

Rochelle knelt down and tentatively tapped my nails. “Dry enough to move.” she declared. “Do this.” she instructed as she waved her hands back and forth a little with her fingers spread.

 

I did as she’d demonstrated and looked up at Petra when I’d finished. “Can I see, Mommy?” I asked.

 

Petra nodded softly and knelt down to help me stand up, following with the girls as I toddled to the main bedroom.

 

I don’t know what I’d expected, not really, I mean, the image in the mirror at the slumber party was just me with makeup on, but today? Today I was Zelda. My hair had been styled into a pretty close representation of a pixie cut, my makeup smoothed my features without making me look like I was wearing tons of makeup, and my nails popped against my dress. I was adorable, I was pretty, and I was a baby girl in look and it melted my reservations and guilt and left me feeling giggly and happy as I turned in the mirror, my dress fluttering upward to show off my tight clad bulging diapers.

 

“I’ll assume that means you like it?” Petra asked, appearing beside me in the mirror.

 

I nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mommy, I love it!” I squealed.

 

Petra patted my bottom softly. “Mommy is very happy to hear that, baby.” she whispered softly into my ear sending pleasant tingles up my spine.

 

*********

 

When the doorbell rang I was on the floor with Rochelle who was showing me pictures of clothes on her phone that I might like to have in the future, tapping the little heart icon to save them for later. Petra and Deandra were in the kitchen preparing something that smelled delicious and made my tummy grumble hungrily.

 

“Zelly, be a lamb and get the door, sweetie.” Petra called out.

 

I flushed and looked at Rochelle’s smiling face as she nodded reassuringly to me before I got up and toddled to the door, feeling myself wetting again as my hand settled on the handle.

 

Illiana and Athena’s faces lit up when the door opened, the gushing and giggling erupting as the entered the house. Athena was obviously the adult of their relationship today, her tight jeans and mature top a stark contrast to Illiana’s pink party dress with the poofy shoulders that, like my own, showed her diaper beneath it without much effort on her part.

 

“Well aren’t you just the most precious little thing!?” Athena cooed as she took my hand and guided me in a little circle to see my entire outfit. “Illy, doesn’t she look adorable?” she asked her girlfriend.

 

Illiana flushed and nodded, “You look very pretty, Za-Zelda.” she corrected herself.

 

“So do you.” I said softly, blushing myself as I looked down at my tight clad feet.

 

Petra appeared from the kitchen and hugged Athena, kissing her on the cheek before she smiled at Illiana and patted the girl’s head softly. “Don’t stand in the doorway all day, come in!” she urged. “Rochelle, will you watch the babies while we make the food?” she asked.

 

Rochelle nodded and got up from the floor, coming over to take mine and Illiana’s hands.

 

“Here’s her diaper bag.” Athena said as she slung the bag over Illiana’s shoulder.

 

“Take them to the nursery to play, honey.” Petra said as she grabbed Athena’s hand and led her toward the kitchen. “Wine?” she asked as the walked.

 

Rochelle led us back to the nursery and had us sit down on the floor while she sat in the rocking chair with her phone, typing something out as she smiled at the screen.

 

Illiana looked at me and then at the floor when I looked at her. “It’s weird seeing you like this.” she admitted, looking back at Rochelle as though the girl were actually babysitting us and would punish us for having an adult conversation.

 

I nodded. “It doesn’t feel weird though.” I told her.

 

She smiled at me. “You really do look cute.” she said. “When Mommy told me where we were going today I thought we’d get here and you’d look like one of those sissy babies that are all hairy but wearing the girliest dress in the world and a wig or something.” she explained. “I was really nervous it was gonna be scary.” she admitted sheepishly.

 

“I didn’t think they’d make me look so much like a girl.” I admitted. “I’m glad it’s not scary for you.” I told her.

 

She smiled and blushed before she sat forward and kissed my cheek and hugged me. “I forgot to do that when we came in.” she explained, sitting back after a moment, “Oh, and happy birthday, I guess.” she added, giggling softly.

 

I blushed. “I hope this means I get two birthdays now.” I said, giggling with her.

 

*********

 

As the day went on Illiana and I played on the floor in the nursery while Rochelle texted Deandra, something she shared when I asked her what she was doing on her phone for so long. Once the food was done, Deandra came to get all of us, making Illiana and I hold hands to walk to the living room while she and Rochelle hung back for a moment.

 

The table was set and the highchair was at the head of it and Petra led me to it and helped me up and into it, locking the tray in place before she and Athena pushed it forward to be close enough to the table. Athena sat Illiana beside me and Deandra and Rochelle came in holding hands and took their spots in the chairs to the left of where Petra was to sit while Athena sat beside Illiana.

 

Petra brought out several dishes one by one, a platter of little baked ham and cheese pinwheels, chips and dip, a charcuterie board with meats and cheeses and fruits arranged with crackers, and bottles of wine for her and Athena and Deandra and Rochelle to share while Illiana got a baby bottle of juice from Athena.

 

“I don’t want her to have anything but Mommy’s milk right from the breast, but it’s not good to breastfeed when you’re drinking and I am not going to stop drinking any time soon.” Petra explained as she set a warmed bottle of her milk on my tray and kissed the top of my head, laughing with Athena as she sat down beside me and poured herself more wine.

 

Conversations overlapped as we ate, Petra and Athena discussing primarily me, bits and pieces of their conversation seeping in to Illiana telling me about the nursery she and Athena were going to build, making me blush when I heard some of Petra’s responses. Deandra and Rochelle talked quietly to one another, Rochelle leaned against Deandra as the older girl fed her grapes from the charcuterie board their faces all smiles and romance, making me very happy and proud of the two of them.

 

Once the food was pretty well gone, Petra and Athena cleared the table and began singing “Happy Birthday” as they returned with a lovely pink cake with a candle shaped like a number one lit up in the center. I blushed as everyone else joined in on the song and the cake was set down in front of me, my smile broad and one of genuine elation as Petra stroked my hair softly as the song finished.

 

“Make a wish, princess.” she urged.

 

I closed my eyes and thought for the briefest of moments before I excitedly blew out the candle while the women around the table clapped and praised me like one would any other baby girl on completing the cornerstone of her first birthday’s duty’s.

 

Once we’d finished our cake, the overlapping conversation resuming, Petra’s words slurring slightly as she topped off her and Athena’s glasses once more, we all retired to the living room so I could open the two presents I’d gotten beyond my diapers and clothes. Athena and Illiana had gotten me several coloring books and a new box of crayons, the thick books with large, simple images for smaller kids were themed with princesses from various sources, I thanked them both and gave them each a hug and kiss on the cheek at Petra’s insistence. Petra’s gift was a wrapped picture of two items that made me blush hotly as I looked up at her.

 

“We’ll get them soon, baby, but we kind of threw this party together on the fly.” she explained.

 

The first picture was of a small plastic egg with a remote control and the second was a toy like the one she’d used on me at my dad’s house but more slender and shorter, a true beginner dildo.

 

“Ooh, what a lucky little girl you are, Zelda.” Athena said, looking up from me to Petra.

 

The rest of the night was spent in the living room talking, well, the grownups talked, Illiana and I colored together on our stomachs, our feet dangling over our backs as we bent our knees, her foot occasionally brushing against mine or her toes softly rubbing the side or top of my foot.

 

Behind us, Petra and Athena were talking quietly and chuckling and several camera flashes went off as well as the sound effect of the camera on one or both of their phone’s going off.

 

“Girls, can you watch the babies for a bit while I show Athena some things where little ears can’t hear?” Petra drunkenly asked Deandra and Rochelle.

 

Illiana wrapped her pinky finger around mine and pulled my hand to her lips to kiss it once the sound of her Mommy and mine leaving faded away.

 

“What was that for?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “I wanted to.” she said as she colored, peeking over at me and giggling softly when our eyes met.

 

“Are you girls planning on being naughty?” Deandra asked.

 

I shook my head. “No, we’re just coloring.” I told her.

 

“Well, Rochelle and I need to discuss our school plans, but we need peace and quiet to do that, so I think it’s time for you girls to have a little nap in the crib.” she said, Rochelle’s soft giggling making me reluctant to believe they were actually going to talk about anything.

 

Illiana and I got up and toddled ahead of our sitters to the nursery where everything but our diapers were removed, our makeup wiped off and our pacifiers inserted into our mouths before we were shepherded into the crib and left alone in the barred box as daylight streamed in from outside.

 

“Guess we’re the odd girls out.” Illiana said softly.

 

I looked at her quizzically.

 

“Everyone else is having sex.” she said.

 

“Not our Mommy’s.” I told her defensively.

 

She stared at me for a moment. “Aww, you didn’t pick up on that?” she cooed mockingly as she condescendingly patted my head.

 

I blushed and pushed her hand away. “Mommy wouldn’t just do that!” I protested.

 

She scoffed. “Both of our Mommy’s would do that and you know it as well as I do.” she said. “I’m just surprised that Ducky and Rochelle are a thing, does your Mommy know?” she asked.

 

I nodded and felt myself stiffen at the thought of Petra seeking romantic attention from Athena in my infantilized absence.

 

Illiana smiled softly, her cheeks flushing. “Maybe we don’t have to be the only one’s not having sex.” she mused aloud as she leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

 

I scooted backward, hitting the bars at the foot of the crib. “Don’t, we’ll get in trouble!” I whined as I gestured to the baby monitor.

 

She looked at it and then back at me. “It’s not even on.” she said, turning again and reaching through the bars to pick up a small piece of paper beside the baby monitor.

 

“What’s it say?” I asked when Illiana’s cheeks flushed brightly.

 

She handed me the note and reached through the bars once more to grab the baby monitor and turn it on, the room filling immediately with moaning and panting, Petra’s voice mixing with Athena’s as they exchanged compliments and enticing words as they had sex.

 

My slight stiffness evolved immediately into the hardest I’d ever felt as I dropped the note and crawled forward to Illiana, the fronts of our bulky diapers rubbing against one another as we fell into a rhythm of grinding that if either of us were getting anything out of we were both lying with our panting and moaning, aping the noises we were forced to listen to as the note that read “Keep your diapers on and pacifiers in unless you want an enema. If you can manage to make sticky messes in your diapers we’ll make sure you’re both well rewarded once we’re done. Enjoy the show, babies! Love, Your Mommy’s”

 

End Part One

[eliminster]

one of the best stories on here and cant wait to see what happens in part two.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

22 hours ago, eliminster said:

one of the best stories on here and cant wait to see what happens in part two.

Thank you! I'm fairly confident part two won't disappoint, should be up this weekend sometime. I appreciate you reading and taking the time to comment, glad you're enjoying the story!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Apologies for the delay, I hurt my back and haven't been able to get into a comfortable enough position to write for a while.

Here we are at the dawning of a new era in this ongoing tale. As a reminder, we're focusing on one character's POV in each chapter and those chapters may or may not be concurrent, meaning we might see something happening in one chapter and then the next chapter makes no mention of those events because they either hadn't happened yet in this characters chapter or the character wasn't present for them, it'll make more sense as we get going. Anyway, we're starting with Rochelle because she's the best and I have big plans for her.

As always, feel free to comment, positive or negative, whatever you feel like saying, and I hope that this continues to be something enjoyable for those that have made it this far in the tale. Enjoy!

 

Part Two

Relationships

 

Chapter One

Rochelle

 

The sunlight outside menaced against the curtains, searching for any small opening it could find, a weakness in our defenses that would allow it to fill our room and disrupt our peaceful and quiet morning alone in bed. This was the first Saturday in several weeks where we weren’t on babysitting duty or moving things into our new room, and it was nice to just lay with her in bed and talk, something we’d been putting off because of the previously mentioned responsibilities.

 

“No diapers?” She asked me, a hint of concern in her voice.

 

I shook my head, “No diapers.” I confirmed.

 

She was playing with her fingers, tapping them together, picking at them lightly, the kind of thing she did when she wasn’t comfortable but nervous to say something. “Why?” she finally asked, looking up from her fingers to me.

 

“Well,” I said, scooting closer to her on our bed, “we met and formed an attraction because we both like to wear diapers and play baby, but we can’t base a relationship on that, right?” I asked her. I knew what her response to that would be, and I waited for it to come to shoot it down.

 

“But Petra and I-” she started to say.

 

“Grew up together.” I interrupted. “You had a lifetime of non fetish interaction, all I’m asking for is a few months.” I told her.

 

She looked like my request for months without diapers was tantamount to asking her to lop off a limb in my name, but she eventually nodded. “What about at night?” she asked.

 

I leaned in and kissed her cheek. “We both need them at night.” I said. “Need is different than want.” I told her.

 

She sighed longingly.

 

“Hey, what’s more important, a potential relationship or being able to go to the bathroom whenever and wherever you want?” I asked.

 

She blushed. “Relationship.” she said softly.

 

I nodded and lifted her chin to kiss her lips softly. “Good.” I said. “Now, how about we grab a shower and see what kind of day we can have together.” I added, the smell from her diaper making this conversation more than a little ridiculous to have.

 

*********

 

I’d gone through a lot of effort to make our room as adult as possible when we moved into it from the nursery, dealing with Deandra’s pouting when I nixed certain things she’d tried to bring over. I’d won every little battle, and our room was an adult haven for two sexually active young women to explore an adult relationship, the one infantile necessity being the stacks of diapers in our closet with the other changing supplies, and the diaper pail hidden inside the same closet to handle our overnight diaper disposal.

 

The biggest stroke of luck I’d had through all of this was that Petra was otherwise occupied, the assumption that she’d meddle on behalf of Deandra’s desires to keep diapers and baby play as a part of our relationship was the safest bet I could imagine, but without her input, Deandra, the consummate submissive, bent to my whims with a little prodding on my part. I didn’t enjoy thinking of her that way, but leopards don’t change their spots and Ducky didn’t change her diapers.

 

To say that I was frustrated and concerned with her regular attempts at inserting diapers and baby play into our relationship would be an understatement, but change is never easy and I chose to give Deandra the benefit of the doubt and allow her to choose to place greater importance on our relationship than she did her fetish. Like potty training a real toddler, I plied her with rewards and treats in the form of sexual gratification when she listened to me and did as I requested. I gave her several orgasms when she’d put the baby clothes back in the nursery closet, allowed her to reciprocate when she’d moved the diapers from our dresser drawer into the closet, and taken her to a nice restaurant for a romantic dinner for two when she’d accepted my request that we behave as though our room in the house was an apartment across town and that Petra and Zack weren’t a few feet away for us to lean on. I say “Zack”, but he’s been out of commission since his counterpart’s birthday party, leaving little Zelda in his place, which isn’t exactly something I’m happy with either.

 

I’ve talked to my counselor about all of this, my feelings of happiness and support for Zack as he deals with all the feelings and emotions from his past that have removed him from his role as Daddy in the house masking my own feelings of abandonment at having another father figure in my life give up on supporting me emotionally. I put on a smile when I babysit Zelda, and I do genuinely love her and think she’s absolutely adorable and sweet, but I miss Zack, not because I need him to be Daddy, but because he’s the only person in the house that can be impartial when it comes to Deandra. I know he’d get my back when I needed support or words of encouragement in a way that Petra and Deandra never would or could.

 

Zack’s step down from his role as Daddy has created a power vacuum in the house, one that Petra eagerly and immediately filled. Were Deandra and I not moving to a different way of life, I’m fairly certain we’d be as much her playthings as Zelda is. As it stands, Deandra and I are seemingly always tapped to babysit, more often than not with Illiana added to the mix when Athena and Petra want to spend the day together.

 

I’ve stopped calling Deandra “Ducky”, if for no other reason than to try and convince her that I’m thinking of her as an adult. “Ducky” is the name of the girl I’ve seen spit up on herself like an actual infant when a particularly milky burp got away from her, it’s the name of the girl that’s pooped in the tub on more than one occasion trying to “make a Jacuzzi” with her farts, it is not the name of a girl I want to have the kind of relationship you see in diamond commercials with, it’s a slave name given to her by her master, Petra, and my aim is to break those chains and set her free to be an adult.

 

*********

 

Petra was feeding Zelda when I entered the living room after getting dressed after our shower. I was already annoyed that I’d had to convince Deandra she didn’t need any kind of protection for the drive we’d decided to take in the shower, and the look on Petra’s face when I told her we were going out told me that annoyance was getting ready to rise.

 

“I wish you’d said something.” Petra said as she cradled Zelda’s head to her breast with one arm and rubbed small circle’s on the hungry girl’s stomach with the other. “Athena is coming over and we need you girls to watch the babies.” she explained, patting Zelda’s stomach softly when the sounds of her diaper filling began to emanate from beneath her dress.

 

I sighed. “Again?! Christ, when is she moving in?” I asked.

 

Petra shot me an angry look. “Young lady,” she began, making me cringe immediately, “I am your mother and the last time I checked, you lived under my roof without paying rent, so if I want you to babysit then you’re going to babysit.” she insisted.

 

I looked from Petra’s intense stare to Zelda. “Any time you want to jump in, “Daddy”, I’d appreciate it.” I snapped.

 

To his credit, Zack did try and pull himself from her breast, feebly, and gave up as soon as Petra held her hand on the back of his neck to keep him drinking, but an attempt was made, I guess.

 

“What has gotten into you?!” Petra snapped. “You know Zelda needs this right now!” she added.

 

I hated that she was right but I hated that she was using that as an excuse to rule the house with an iron fist and bend everyone to her whims in the name of Zack taking time away from adulting and manhood more. “But does she need you fucking Athena nearly everyday?” I asked.

 

“Ducky!” Petra called out, narrowing her gaze at me as she tried to keep the flush of rage from her cheeks.

 

Deandra entered the living room, naked save for the pull up I was certain I’d convinced her she didn’t need. “Yes, Mommy?” she asked.

 

“Sweetie, Mommy needed you and Rochelle to watch Zelda and Illiana this afternoon, but it seems your sister has decided to throw a tantrum about that fact, so I’m afraid you’ll be watching three babies alone.” Petra explained, giving me a self satisfied smirk as she spoke. “Do you think you can handle that, sweetie?” she purred condescendingly to her pet.

 

I stood up and turned to face Deandra. “Why are you wearing a pull up?” I asked. “Didn’t we agree that you didn’t need protection for our drive?” I asked.

 

“Since there won’t be a drive, I see no reason why she can’t wear something to keep her from having an accident here at home.” Petra said.

 

I turned to look at Petra, shooting her an angry glance, “Deandra,” I said without looking away from Petra, “please go put on real panties and get dressed for our drive.” I calmly requested.

 

Petra narrowed her gaze at me once more. “Ducky, please watch Zelda for a moment while I sort Rochelle out.” she said coolly as she pulled Zelda from her breast and covered herself before shimmying out from beneath her charge, pathetic whimpers of a meal unfinished coming from the little one.

 

“Touch me and we’re going to have a problem.” I defiantly warned.

 

Deandra had moved to the couch with Zelda, much to my chagrin and was gently stroking the girl’s hair as she retrieved the pacifier clipped to her dress and inserted into her mouth to silence her.

 

Petra stood before me and smiled softly, “There’s two ways this can go, sweetie, you can be Mommy’s good girl and march back to the nursery for a reduced punishment before we get you changed or,” she leaned in close and whispered into my ear so only she and I could hear her, “you can make this a challenge for me.” she said, her smile letting me know that she was planning on enjoying quelling whatever rebellion I insisted on mounting.

 

I returned her smile, my eyes burning with resolve, “Fuck. You.” I whispered.

 

Petra isn’t all that much bigger than me, but her petite frame hides a strength that is shocking in comparison to her size. In one swift movement she had grabbed my ear and twisted it hard enough to bend me into a stoop to ease the pain and ensure I walked along with her as she guided me out of the living room.

 

I am, at my core, a passive person, I’ve never been in a fight before and I don’t see a point in resorting to violence, I do however stand up for myself when someone is being a bully until that someone has a death lock on my ear and is expertly manipulating me into doing what she wants with pain. I felt the tears stinging my eyes as she led me down the hallway, not so much because my ear hurt, though it did, but because she was ruining my plans for the day and my girlfriend had sided with her without even the slightest bit of a fight on her own part let alone on behalf of me, knowing that none of this was what I wanted for us.

 

The nursery door slammed shut behind us and she released my ear to stand cross armed in front of it, a self satisfied smile on her face as she watched me wipe away my tears and hold my ear.

 

“I want you naked in ten seconds or I’m cutting those pretty grownup clothes off you.” she warned.

 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, “Isn’t Zelda enough for you?” I added.

 

She shrugged. “I’m Mommy.” she said simply. “No one in this house is my equal now, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be.” she explained.

 

“So promising Deandra and I a grownup room if we babysat Zelda for you?” I asked.

 

“You have one, don’t you?” she asked, advancing on me as a way of insisting I begin disrobing. “Lord knows I’ve heard enough moaning coming from it to know you’re putting it to good use.” she added, her hands reaching out to grab either side of where my dress buttoned at the chest and rip it not just open but down the middle, ruining it instantly before she let it slip to the floor in a puddle around my feet.

 

I stood there in hurt disbelief at how vile and abusive she was being to someone she’d adopted into her family and claimed to love like a daughter. “You’re a fucking monster.” I hissed as fresh tears formed in my eyes.

 

She reached up and grabbed my cheeks between her fingers, squeezing them gently but firmly as she held my gaze to hers. “I am legally your and Ducky’s guardian and the sooner you remember that my house means my rules, the easier a time you’ll have.” she said. “The fact of the matter is, you agreed to babysit for a room for you and Ducky and you have that, now I’m simply asking you to make good on your agreement and you throw a tantrum.” she explained, “Not very grownup, is it?” she asked.

 

Petra was very good at being manipulative, twisting words and revising history to fit her narrative, she’d become a mother without bearing children and it would’ve been supremely impressive if it weren’t so infuriating to be on the receiving end of that ability. “Look,” I said calmly, “I was mad that you didn’t give us advanced notice that you needed us to babysit so we didn’t plan something for us to do together.” I explained, “I was mad that Deandra is fighting me about giving up diapers and pull ups and can’t seem to not fall in line when her master’s voice beckons.” I said, looking intently at her so she knew I was referring to her.

 

She smiled and let go of my cheeks. “That was almost an apology.” she said, sighing softly, “I’m sorry I didn’t give you advance notice, that was rude, but, Illiana isn’t entirely on the same page as Athena and I only found out she’d convinced her and that our plans were on when you two were showering.” she explained.

 

“Hard to believe someone wouldn’t be thrilled to spend the day as a baby while their significant other fucks another woman.” I scoffed.

 

Petra sighed again, “Be that as it may,” she said, ignoring my point, “Ducky and Zelda still look to me as the authority in this house and I can’t let you openly defy me in front of them.” she said. “But, if you promise to keep that potty mouth in check and keep that temper under control going forward, I’ll let you off with a warning.” she explained.

 

I was surprised at her sudden benevolence. “A warning?” I asked, distrusting that another shoe was waiting to drop.

 

“Ten spanks on each cheek with the hairbrush.” she said.

 

“That’s some warning.” I said.

 

She smiled. “I can always have Ducky help me give you an enema and lock you in the crib for the day.” she said. “Heck, I can revoke your grownup room privileges entirely and you and Zelda can be crib mates for as long as it takes to cool those jets of yours.” she mused.

 

I sighed, resigning myself to the much simpler and less permanent solution. “Ten with the hairbrush.” I agreed in a monotone voice.

 

“Good girl.” she condescendingly praised as she grabbed the hairbrush from the dresser and led me to the crib to stand and receive my punishment.

 

*********

 

Zelda and Illiana played on the floor later that afternoon, coloring in their respective princess coloring books while Deandra and I sat on the couch. I was still stewing from my punishment, as well as the knowledge that Deandra hadn’t changed out of her pull up as I’d requested.

 

“Is this going to work?” I asked her.

 

She looked away from the girls on the floor to me. “What do you mean?” she asked.

 

I sighed and shifted on my aching backside, wincing softly as I faced her. “I mean, you deliberately ignored my request and you let Petra control you without any kind of fight.” I said. “I need to know that at some point you’re going to commit to this relationship if it’s going to work.” I explained.

 

She was silent for a moment. “Rochelle, it’s not that easy for me.” she said. “Petra is my Mommy, and I’ve never crossed her unless it was part of a game to get punished.” she explained. “And as far as diapers go, they’ve been a part of my life for almost as long as she has, it’s unfair to expect me to abandon them both instantly and be all in on your plans for our relationship.” she added.

 

I sighed. “I just have one more question.” I said. “Are your pull ups wet right now?” I asked.

 

She flushed and wiggled softly where she sat.

 

I nodded slowly and put my hand on her knee as I looked up into her beautiful green eyes. “I expected too much from you, Ducky, and I’m sorry.” I told her.

 

My use of her infantile name wasn’t lost on her as her eyes began to water as she looked at me and then down to my hand on her knee. “I just need time.” she said sadly, tears spilling down her cheeks.

 

I gave her a sympathetic smile despite her not looking at me, “And I’d love nothing more than to be able to give you that time, but this house and this family has become something I don’t think I can be a part of anymore.” I said, my own tears welling up as I looked over at Zelda and then back to the girl on the couch with me. “I know it’s stupid to expect you to choose me over Petra, but if there’s even a tiny part of you that loves me as much as I love you, you’ll move out with me and we can make a real attempt at being together instead of this bullshit make believe game she’s got us playing.” I said.

 

She looked up at me, her eyes puffy and red as she struggled not to break down entirely, her hand resting on mine for longer than a moment before she lifted them both up and turned my hand over to kiss the back of it before she gently pushed it away and set it in my lap. “I’m sorry, but this is my family and I can’t abandon them like that.” she said, her words flimsy as they fought against breaking to the sobs threatening to come in full force.

 

I was less successful in keeping my sobs at bay, nodding mechanically as I began to cry in earnest, standing up and turning to her to lean down and kiss her softly on the lips before I went and knelt down beside Zelda, looking down at her sweet face before I kissed her forehead. “She ruined this.” I told her. “Whenever you come back from this,” I gestured at her attire, “and you feel badly for having lost me, know that Petra was the one that pushed me away.” I said before standing up and going to my room to pack.

 

“Rochelle!” Zelda called out. “Don’t leave!” she pleaded.

 

I turned and looked at her. “Stand up, go into your bedroom and take control of your life then.” I told her. “Reclaim your manhood and your adulthood and bring those two horny little girls to heel as Daddy of this house!” I shouted.

 

She stared at me for a moment, her cheeks flushing softly. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in that place right now.” she finally said. “I’m happy being Zelda and I want you to be happy being in this family.” she said as she wiped away her own tears.

 

“I can’t when she’s in charge, and if you’re not willing to stand up to her,” I looked to Ducky, “either of you,” I added bitterly, “then it’s only a matter of time before she decides that her status quo is all of you crawling around, drinking her milk and bowing to her whims like the submissive babies you are.” I spat. “Call me when she’s been deposed and I’ll gladly come back to make sure she’s well aware of everything that was taken from her,” I said, choking back a sob, “because she’s taken everything I love from me.” I added before turning and leaving.

 

To Be Continued….

[kerry]

Oh, my! 

I certainly did not expect this turn of events. I figured there would be some friction with Rochelle, Ducky and Zelda, but I did not expect Petra to go all Mommy Dearest on them, nor did I expect Rochelle to be so willing to break away from the family she was just recently adopted into. This makes me sad...for all of them. To be honest, I'm not a fan of the babification of Zack; to me it seemed to come out of nowhere. He was such a pure Daddy that I have a hard time seeing this side of him as consistent with what we saw before. Though I do get the idea of needing to take a mental break, this feels more like Petra's megalomania than anything Zack would choose. I'm surprised he is allowing it, seeing as it is tearing his hard-won family to pieces.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

1 hour ago, kerry said:

Oh, my! 

I certainly did not expect this turn of events. I figured there would be some friction with Rochelle, Ducky and Zelda, but I did not expect Petra to go all Mommy Dearest on them, nor did I expect Rochelle to be so willing to break away from the family she was just recently adopted into. This makes me sad...for all of them. To be honest, I'm not a fan of the babification of Zack; to me it seemed to come out of nowhere. He was such a pure Daddy that I have a hard time seeing this side of him as consistent with what we saw before. Though I do get the idea of needing to take a mental break, this feels more like Petra's megalomania than anything Zack would choose. I'm surprised he is allowing it, seeing as it is tearing his hard-won family to pieces.

I tried to make Zack's, transition(?), as organic as possible, the thought being it was a means to give a little more background on him and generate more interaction with the members of his family on a different level. I fully accept that I may have missed the mark on its execution but my hope is that it ends up being something that does enrich the story going forward.  

As far as Rochelle goes, she's tougher than anyone gives her credit for and we haven't seen the space between the ending of part one and here, all we know is that she's got tension between her and Petra and things with Deandra aren't going as planned, but we haven't seen how things got to the point they're at yet.

For what it's worth, you're spot on with all of your assessments, my hope is that we'll get to a point as we go where the things that aren't reading true or in character make sense and fit better. At any rate, I appreciate you reading and taking the time to share your concerns, I sincerely hope you continue reading and keeping me updated on your thoughts about how things are going!

[eliminster]

3 hours ago, kerry said:

Oh, my! 

I certainly did not expect this turn of events. I figured there would be some friction with Rochelle, Ducky and Zelda, but I did not expect Petra to go all Mommy Dearest on them, nor did I expect Rochelle to be so willing to break away from the family she was just recently adopted into. This makes me sad...for all of them. To be honest, I'm not a fan of the babification of Zack; to me it seemed to come out of nowhere. He was such a pure Daddy that I have a hard time seeing this side of him as consistent with what we saw before. Though I do get the idea of needing to take a mental break, this feels more like Petra's megalomania than anything Zack would choose. I'm surprised he is allowing it, seeing as it is tearing his hard-won family to pieces.

I feel like you miss that with big changes to life people can have big reactions. The loss of his mother has created a void in Zacks identity that he is now trying to understand and figure out where and who he/she is and to me this makes him the most human character in the story. Petra going total power control is not surprising and has had hints of it through out the entire story, she finally doesn't have a check to her power with her daddy rediscovering themselves and that has allowed her to act in ways of rebellion to her normal self. Ducky and Rochelle are just now starting to become more full characters in my opinion with the way the story has gone and I don't believe Rochelle will be gone for long as once the checks and balances that were once in place are back, though I believe it will be a new dynamic she will be able to return. Rochelle I feel is trying to create a new smaller family and yet has what equates to a mother in law telling your spouse to act different to what you and your spouse want and the spouse giving in as it is all they have grown up with, trust me from a real life perspective that is hard to deal with. I believe that this path allows for Ducky to make a choice be a mommies baby girl always and forever or to create her own identity with Rochelle and still occasionally be mommies baby too, or not.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

16 minutes ago, eliminster said:

I feel like you miss that with big changes to life people can have big reactions. The loss of his mother has created a void in Zacks identity that he is now trying to understand and figure out where and who he/she is and to me this makes him the most human character in the story. Petra going total power control is not surprising and has had hints of it through out the entire story, she finally doesn't have a check to her power with her daddy rediscovering themselves and that has allowed her to act in ways of rebellion to her normal self. Ducky and Rochelle are just now starting to become more full characters in my opinion with the way the story has gone and I don't believe Rochelle will be gone for long as once the checks and balances that were once in place are back, though I believe it will be a new dynamic she will be able to return. Rochelle I feel is trying to create a new smaller family and yet has what equates to a mother in law telling your spouse to act different to what you and your spouse want and the spouse giving in as it is all they have grown up with, trust me from a real life perspective that is hard to deal with. I believe that this path allows for Ducky to make a choice be a mommies baby girl always and forever or to create her own identity with Rochelle and still occasionally be mommies baby too, or not.

You explained things much better than I did, thank you. I don't think Kerry is wrong or missing anything though, her points were valid given the information available. I do appreciate you putting such thought into your response and giving a better insight than I did out of not wanting to spoil anything that lies ahead.

I appreciate you reading and taking the time to share your views, it means a lot!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

Chapter Two

Illiana

 

We’d ended up spending the night, Zelda and I working ourselves up to the sounds of our significant others’ passionate moaning and cries of bliss but never actually reaching our goal. She, it still felt strange to think of Zack as a ‘she’, imagining a point in time not so long before where he’d been the ideal Daddy and I’d thrown myself at him like some stupid schoolgirl, fell asleep in my arms after a mutually frustrated tantrum we’d shared in, and it became apparent that ‘she’ was far more apt an identifier for her current emotional state.

 

I knew she was hurting after losing her mother, Athena and Petra had been talking on the phone off and on while they were out of town for the funeral, and Athena shared with me the developments that had transpired with Zack so that I wasn’t shocked when I eventually met Zelda, but now, having her nestled into me, her head in the crook of my armpit as she softly sucked her pacifier and snored quietly, I found it harder to see her as anything but another baby girl in a house that had seen countless step through its doors over the years. She was bigger, sure, but that was about where the differences ended, she was broken, as were most of the girls Petra sought out, and it all made a weirdly perfect sense that she was here with me while she and Athena enjoyed carnal pleasures with one another, Petra was an addict whose drug of choice was seducing broken girls and regressing them so she could achieve sexual gratification in the arms of someone that could do the same to her.

 

Athena was no Zack when it came to parenting a little, but she was damn good at playing the disciplinarian and her natural maternal instinct balanced the equation to ensure that you either cooperated willingly because you wanted to please her or she cowed you into behavior with a firm hand or degradation. For now, it seemed like she and Petra were on the same level, but I had to wonder if, in Zack’s absence, Petra would seek a firm hand in Athena, a little smile crept over my face as I closed my eyes for the night, imagining Petra’s surprise when Athena turned out to be a little more than she’d bargained for if or when the time came.

 

*********

 

The next morning I’d woken up to Zelda still sleeping peacefully in my arms, the weight and warmth of her diaper against my thigh as she clung to me in her sleep let me know that she was as much of a bedwetter as every other little girl in the house, and I found that very sweet in a weird way, and kissed her forehead softly as I rubbed her back and rocked our bodies together. She was bigger than me, but somehow so much littler, and I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her and keep her calm in the face of dealing with her wife cheating on her with another woman, not knowing that that was exactly what she’d wanted at that point.

 

Athena and Petra entered the room a short time later, both in robes, their hair wrapped in towels as the came to the crib and smiled down at their corralled significant others, the glow on both their faces confirming that the shower they’d taken hadn’t purely been for hygienic purposes.

 

“Did you girls have a fun little sleepover?” Athena asked as she lowered the side of the crib and proceeded to reach in to check my diaper. “Ooh, that’s a very soggy diaper, sweetie!” she chirped approvingly, “But is it sticky?” she asked.

 

I blushed and shook my head. “No, Mommy.” I said softly.

 

Her bottom lip jutted out in a mock pout, “Aww, was little Zelly not able to satisfy you?” she cooed, looking over at Zelda as she stirred and slowly woke up beside me.

 

Petra chuckled as she reached past me, her fingernails delicately brushing across my bare stomach as she checked Zelda’s diaper, “No surprise there, Zelly can only make stickies if her little bottom is played with, isn’t that right, baby?” she asked the blushing girl.

 

Zelda nodded softly and searched for her lost pacifier in the bed, putting it into her mouth when she found it and sucking intently on it as her diaper was probed.

 

“Two soggy baby girls all pent up and frustrated.” Petra declared.

 

Athena reached her hand out for me to take and helped me to the end of the crib and finally out to stand beside her, “We’ll take care of that when we get home, I think.” she said, her hand on my back as she lightly rubbed it to reassure me that she’d take care of me.

 

Petra took a seat on the mattress of the crib and opened her robe as Zelda moved into position to nurse in such an effortlessly rehearsed manner that she seemed like any other baby, the Pavlovian response to Petra’s breasts appearing would’ve been shocking if I didn’t know Petra as well as I did. “There’s room for you too, Illy.” she said, looking up at me with a warm and inviting smile that hid her true motive of showing Athena how good at reducing adults to infants she was, seeking approval from her lover and peer without outwardly showing that’s what she was doing.

 

“Are you hungry, baby?” Athena asked.

 

Petra stroked Zelda’s hair softly as she rocked her and held her head to her breast, and I found myself staring at her other breast, the bead of milk on the nipple calling to me until I shook my head softly and turned to hug Athena to break the trance.

 

“She’s such a shy little thing for some reason.” Athena told Petra.

 

“She’s probably adjusting to seeing her little crush this way.” Petra offered. “I mean, I still find it a little hard to believe that my big, strong, Daddy has decided to be a pretty little baby girl.” she cooed as she softly patted the seat of Zelda’s diaper. “But then she makes a present for her Mommy while she nurses and that past image fades a little more, doesn’t it, sweetie?” she asked the nursing girl rhetorically.

 

“Do you think this will be a permanent thing?” Athena asked, her tone almost hopeful, as though she had designs on taking a more permanent role in the house should the answer be favorable to her.

 

Petra shrugged, “I’m leaving it up to her.” she said. “She’s welcome to stay Zelda for as long as she needs or wants, and if that means that I’m Mommy forever, then that’s what I’ll be.” she said.

 

“Being a single parent to three little one’s can’t be easy.” Athena told her, her fingers running through my hair absently as she not so subtly made plans for our future.

 

“Well, Ducky and Rochelle are trying to grow up and have a relationship, and they’ve offered to sit for me when I need them to, but I know Ducky and I can already tell that Rochelle is going to struggle wrangling that girl into a “normal” relationship.” Petra explained. “But, if they do succeed then it’ll just be me and Zelly here.” she added.

 

“Well, we’re not far away if you need help, and I know Illy would love to spend time with Zelly.” she said, “Right, baby?” she asked me.

 

Zelda rudely interrupted me just as I was about to reply by performing the previously mentioned act of making a present for her Mommy.

 

“Right on schedule.” Petra proudly stated as she patted the girl’s now lumpy seat.

 

“Speaking of.” Athena said. “It’s about time for your morning routine, isn’t it, sweetie?” she asked.

 

I blushed and shook my head. “I can go when we get home, Mommy.” I told her, hating that she wanted me to do that in front of Petra like some kind of pet trick.

 

“Nonsense, why don’t you tuck in next to Zelda and show her what a good girl she is by doing the same thing she did?” Athena urged, gently pushing me back toward the crib.

 

I shook my head, “I don’t want to, Mommy.” I whined.

 

Ignoring my protests as simple embarrassment, Athena took my hand and led me to Petra and helped up onto the crib and to the other woman’s breast without much trouble and patted my bottom softly as I begrudgingly began to suckle and swallow the warm, sweet milk.

 

“There’s a good girl.” Athena cooed.

 

“Mmm, this is nice.” Petra said softly, the sound of she and Athena kissing coming a moment later.

 

“I agree.” Athena said once the kiss ended. “This feels so right, doesn’t it?” she asked.

 

I felt my tummy grumble and whimpered softly as I swallowed more milk, hating that I was a passive observer in my own relationship and life in this moment.

 

Petra’s hand glided over my body and found its way to the seat of my diaper, patting it softly as Athena had done. “Being that I’m the sole grownup in the house right now, I think it’s fair that I get to decide what kind of arrangements are made.” she said. “I know you and Illy have been looking for a house closer to work,” she mused.

 

I winced as a bit of gas escaped me, the urge to empty myself growing as I listened to Petra.

 

“You two could move in here until you found something more permanent.” Petra continued. “And if Zelda becomes a permanent addition to the family then having a sister and another Mommy would probably make her little heart melt with happiness, wouldn’t it, baby?” she rhetorically asked the other girl.

 

I waited for Athena to decline the offer, holding back the building pressure in anticipation of her response, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t fall for Petra’s ruse and sentence Zelda and I to a fate of being cuckolded until they got bored of the game they were playing.

 

“That’s a big decision.” Athena said after an agonizingly long pause.

 

I breathed a sigh of relief, the relaxation of having staved off an even longer and more humiliating stay in this house allowing me to empty myself into my diaper as Petra knowingly patted the growing mass.

 

“I’ll discuss it with Illy when we get home though.” Athena said, bringing another whimper from me.

 

Petra’s smile carried through her words and I wished I could’ve punched her. “Well, she seems to be agreeable to the arrangement right now.” she said.

 

The two of them chuckled like mothers on a playground watching their idiot children try and figure out why the upside down bucket didn’t hold sand as well as the correct way, and they kissed again, and then Athena’s hand was on Petra’s hand as the pair of them patted my messy diaper, and I knew that nothing I said after this would make a difference.

 

*********

 

“How can you not see what she’s doing?!” I yelled from the backseat of the car as Athena drove us home.

 

She and Petra had decided to go one more round in the bedroom before we left, leaving Ducky and Rochelle to change Zelda and I and dress us for the day, parking us in front of the TV while they made out on the couch.

 

“First of all, lower your tone, young lady.” Athena chided me as she looked back at me in the mirror. “Second, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” she added.

 

I spelled it all out for her, all my theories about Petra being a manipulative, spider of a woman that habitually webbed up women and babied them until she got bored and sought another to add to her collection. I voiced my concern for Zack and Petra’s abuse of his fragile emotional state to satisfy her own desire to rule the house and be queen bee, and I warned her that if she continued down the path she was on that Petra would turn on her sooner or later and she’d wind up right where I’d been that morning.

 

“You’re being ridiculous.” Athena said dismissively. “Petra is a sweet woman, and she’s been nothing but kind to both of us since I’ve known her.” she said.

 

“But you don’t know her!” I snapped. “She’s playing you, trust me!” I pleaded.

 

Athena sighed and looked at me once again in the mirror, “Are you sure this isn’t just jealousy causing this outburst?” she asked.

 

I blushed and glowered at her. “I shouldn’t have anything to be jealous of because you’re my girlfriend, right?” I asked her.

 

She nodded. “Right, but I know how fussy you get when you haven’t gotten to cum after trying to.” she said, “And I imagine that you probably tried pretty hard last night, right?” she asked.

 

I blushed hotter but refused to agree. “Athena, I’m asking you as your girlfriend, as someone that loves you, please don’t do this to us.” I said. “If you agree to move in with her, our relationship will end sooner or later, and-” I hesitated, “honestly, if you agree then I won’t move with you.” I finally said. “I love you too much to see her manipulate you and use you like she’s done with so many other women over the years.” I added, wiping the tears from my eyes.

 

She pulled the car into our apartment complex and parked under the metal awning before she turned off the car and turned to face me. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked.

 

I nodded and sniffled, looking up at her slowly. “She’s trouble and if you love me even a fraction of how much I love you, you’ll make whatever happened last night the last time it happens.” I said, “Because I can’t spend another night listening to you and her fucking, wondering if the next morning will bring you announcing your plans to get married or something.” I sobbed.

 

She got out of the car and joined me in the backseat, hugging me tightly as I cried into her shoulder and she rubbed my back. “Shh, it’s okay.” she whispered. “I love you just as much, if not more than you love me, and if I’d have known how you felt about her I never would’ve done that to you, you know that, right?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “I agreed to let you be with her because I thought the thing with Zack was part of a role reversal game they were playing, but he’s not okay and I don’t think Petra has his best interests in mind right now.” I explained. “She’s high on the power she has over him, she’s drinking up his submissiveness like a vampire, and by the time she realizes that she should’ve been helping him work through his pain, it might be too late.” I told her.

 

Athena kissed my forehead and nodded. “We’ll help him, okay?” she said. “I’m not going to try and make Petra do anything about it, but I’ll talk with her and try and get her to think it’s her idea to get him help, yeah?” she asked.

 

I nodded and kissed her lips. “Thank you.” I said softly, stroking her cheek and looking into her beautiful blue eyes, “Please be careful though, Petra is a master manipulator.” I warned.

 

She smiled at me and kissed me softly, “Look who you’re warning.” she said sweetly.

 

“Can we have a naked grownup day?” I asked her.

 

She nodded softly. “I’d love nothing more than to spend the day with a woman that knows how to please me.” she said as she unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car to extend a hand to help me out.

“Petra wasn’t good?” I asked.

 

She shrugged. “You know when a little girl puts on her Mommy’s clothes and clomps around in ill fitting heels pretending she’s a big important grownup?” she asked as she shut the car door and slung the diaper bag over her shoulder.

 

I giggled and nodded, both at imagining Petra doing that and at the memory of my own dress up games as a little girl. “That bad?” I asked as I put my hand in hers and let her lead us to our apartment.

 

“Knowing what I know about her now, it’s obvious that she’s trying very hard to portray herself as a strong and independent woman,” she said, unlocking the front door and guiding me in first so she could close and lock the door behind us, “but she’s obviously intimidated by me.” she said, setting the diaper bag down on the floor and the keys in the bowl on the counter.

 

“How so?” I asked as I slipped my shoes off.

 

She shrugged. “Little things, like her wanting me to service her first, but not really being confident enough to be assertive enough to take the reigns, just kind of starting and hoping I’d follow the little lead she’d given.” she explained as she slipped her own shoes off.

 

I’d shimmied out of my pants and shirt, the bra coming off as I nodded my understanding. “I’ll bet she’d fold like these pants if you spanked her.” I commented as I folded my pants and shirt neatly and set the bra on top, leaving me in just my diaper before her.

 

She smiled at me, “There’s only one bottom I care enough about to spank.” she said as she kissed me softly. “Go wait on the bed for me to get that diaper off and I’ll be in in a minute.” she said, patting my bottom softly when I turned to leave.

 

*********

 

As the sun began to set outside I sighed contentedly and purred as her fingers gently ran through my hair, her nails grazing my scalp and sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

 

The day had turned out better than expected given the way it had began, a night of frustration and a morning of humiliation giving way to a lovely day of nudity and pleasure in the arms of the woman I loved.

 

“I don’t think we can leave the bed.” I said quietly, my mind a fog of post coital bliss.

 

She let out her own contented sigh and nodded. “Really no point to.” she said. “I mean, we can start doing webcam shows to make money and have food delivered here.” she joked.

 

I rubbed my cheek against the space just above her minuscule breast, “So we won’t be moving in with Petra then?” I asked, partly teasing but partly needing to hear confirmation from her to settle the matter.

 

She shook her head. “I’m not sharing you with anyone from now on.” she said.

 

A giddy smile spread across my lips and I snuggled into her. “I’m glad to hear that.” I told her.

 

She kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry for putting you through all of that.” she said softly, “I mean, I know you agreed to it ahead of time, but had you told me what kind of woman Petra was beforehand, I wouldn’t have even considered agreeing to her offer.” she explained.

 

I lifted myself up and propped myself on my arm as I draped the other across her bare stomach, “I didn’t realize she’d turned into what she’s become until I spent the night with Zelda.” I told her, “But I appreciate you telling me that you would’ve listened to me.” I said.

 

“Of course, we’re partners.” she said. “Sure, you’re my baby girl a lot of the time now, but I’m just as likely to need you to take care of me.” she explained. “Aside from that, I love and respect you, and a game is one thing, but I’d never try and strip you of your autonomy like Petra seems to be doing with everyone that lives with her.” she added.

 

I smiled and kissed her cheek. “I love you.” I said.

 

She kissed me back and smiled her own lovely smile. “Ditto, kiddo.” she said.

 

I moved to pull away and she grabbed my arm lightly to stop me, “What happened to never leaving the bed?” she said with a pout.

 

“I have to pee.” I said with a small chuckle. “I’ll be right back.” I reassured her.

 

She held my arm. “Stay.” she said.

 

I blushed. “I’ll get a diaper.” I told her.

 

She shook her head. “No diaper.” she said, her grip turning into a gentle tug as she guided me back to her. “I’ve always been curious about watersports.” she purred.

 

“Like jet skis?” I asked playfully.

 

She smirked and shook her head, “No, not like jet skis.” she said. “Feel free to say no, but I’d like it if you parked yourself over my face,” she explained as she helped me up into a position so that I was straddling her head, my womanhood hovering above her face, “and let yourself go into my mouth.” she said, her nails grazing my thighs softly.

 

I blushed furiously, “Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly, it’s going to make such a mess.” I said, looking at our bedding, the spots from our day of passion standing out as something to be added to if I did what she was asking.

 

“I’ll handle the clean up, you just do what you do best and let go.” she coaxed, her voice dripping with the honey that she regularly poured into my ears when she wanted my obedience.

 

I sighed softly and looked down at her over my breasts and stomach, my thumb moving to my mouth as I saw her smiling face, reassuring me that I was hers and she was mine and this was some kind of affirmation of that, that I was marking her at her behest like a good pet would. “Okay, are you ready?” I asked.

 

She nodded and kissed my lower lips, her tongue gently lapping for the briefest of moments, making me shudder and wobble on my knees as I gasped and let a moan escape. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.” she said softly.

 

I relaxed and she gasped in shock as I started to go, my eyes shut tight and my mouth working my thumb feverishly as her surprise turned into gurgling moans of pure bliss. I could her her swallowing and panting, felt her hand leave my thigh as she pleasured herself to the act playing out. I seemed to pee forever, but the flow finally stopped and when I opened my eyes she was there, wiping my wetness from her face as she beamed up at me, her eyes bright with passion and adoration as she started to lick me clean, which turned into another round of passion before too long.

 

It’s funny, I used to be so repressed, afraid to even let Zack see me naked at one point, and now here I am in a piss soaked bed with the woman I love drenched in my urine and servicing me while I search for the words to ask her to reciprocate the thing I’d just done to her, not for a sense of balance and fairness, but because I’m genuinely curious to know if what had gotten her so hot and bothered would do the same for me, and because midnight is still hours away, and I was promised a naked grownup day and I intend to squeeze every second out of that day I can, regardless of how bad the room smells when we’re done.

 

Love is really weird.

 

To Be Continued…