Kat has a Meeting at the Police Station

[FFA5924]

“Kat has a meeting at the Police Station”

 

It was bound to happen. I have been playing this game with her for too long and of course someone would eventually notice and say something. I didn’t intend for it to happen this way, but here I am… In “custody” in an interview room. I’m sitting in a chair across from two women. To the left there is a woman in her mid 40’s I’d say, long sleeve white uniform shirt with blue sergeants stripes. I’m guessing about 5’6”with a little extra weight on her.  She’s a brunette with her hair put up in what I can assume she’s used as a hairstyle her whole career and a healthy amount of grays. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t look happy about being called into this conversation, if you can call it that. To her right, and the reason she’s even in here sits a woman in plain clothes. She’s an investigator that looks a little young to be in that role. Tall, blonde, with a tan pant suit on. She has her coat unbuttoned so you can see her badge on her belt below her maroon button up. I’d say she’s about 5’8”, I noticed when she came in the room that her uniform pants are pretty snug in that “I have a nice ass but don’t you dare check it out” kind of way. She’s wearing flats with about a 1” heel on them. Her shirt is a maroon form fitting style that accentuates her 34C bust. 

 

She’s talking about something. I don’t know I’m not really paying attention, I’m looking at both of these women and thinking about who might be watching from behind the one way mirror to my right. How many “viewers” do we have back there? Two? Three? Does it matter? 

“Are you listening to me?” The investigator raised her voice.. hmm. Wonder what she just said. Obviously I wasn’t listening. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”  I’ll play along for a moment… 

“I said I want to know why she is dressed like that and why she keeps referring to you are her “mommy.” 

Oh yeah! Yeah that’s probably what got us here.. I didn’t think about how bringing her back to the city she lives in could cause me *this* uh.. inconvenience. 

“Well why don’t you ask her?” 

“I did.” The young woman says sitting back in her chair. Her jacket slides over exposing the curve of her breasts in the form fitting shirt.

“What did she say?”

“She said she “wuvs” her outfit.” 

“So there’s your answer. I don’t typically “love” any outfit I wear so if I said I did, that would be good enough reason to me to leave it at that. Why would she be different?”

The woman looks shocked then looks at the Sergeant who looks admittedly just as surprised.. and now we’re back at me.

“Be… because she’s.. dressed up…” she’s really cute when she’s flustered.. “like a fox?”

“Good observation?” I respond. “If she said she loves to wear that then who am I to judge?” 

“Because she’s a grown woman! My roommate, and she’d never… “

“Careful with the never talk.” I warn “Don’t you know you should never say never?” 

“Well… “ I love to watch this part.. the wheels turning in their head as they try to decide if their friend would *really* be into something without them knowing. I’ve seen this look hundreds of times. *Is my mom really a lesbian?* *Does my art teacher really like bdsm?* honestly it never gets old… right now she’s trying to decide if her roommate and best friend is really into pet play …. “I just… I wouldn’t think she would be..” 

“Hmm that doesn’t sound like much of a certainty to me.” I look at the sergeant; she looks embarrassed and annoyed. Interesting combination. “Are we done here?” I ask her.

“Kelly maybe there is nothing to see here and she just likes… uh…. playing dress up.”

 

Ok, I guess I owe a little backstory here.. I’m Katherine… well more specifically I’m Ekaterina. My name has changed a little over the centuries. I won’t bore you with all the details of my life so let’s just say I have the power to change things with my will. I’m also immortal (apparently).. Now you might think it’s really cool to get to live forever, but let me tell you after you watch your family, friends, and yes.. even your husband die while you are stuck living day after day looking like you are still 25 has its setbacks too. To be honest the reason I assume I can’t die is because trust me I tried. It wasn’t my finest moment but then again you don’t know what it’s like to bury your husband, your two sons and then finally your “baby” daughter. I’m not sure why, but seeing my sweet Tatiana die at the ripe age of 98 leaving no family just triggered me as they say theses days. Anyway.. long story short I can’t die from drowning, poison, cutting my wrists.. nothing. I just heal up and I’m back in minutes. Oh! And it looks like I can have children but they won’t have children so I never have a long term family. So here I am… alone. Forever… 

 

Back to this little story, the funny thing about being alone forever is that you really get bored. Bored is how I found myself about a month ago when I saw Bridgette. She was standing in a park on her phone. She was FaceTiming a man who I can only assume is her poor unsuspecting boyfriend that she’s cheating on at every turn. She was cutesy, she was pouty, she was waiting for him to get off the phone before she took off to another night in the clubs. The last thing she said was how “foxy” she was and that gave me an idea. Fast forward to today and Bridgette is a full blown “fox girl” she dresses in skimpy clothes and wears her little fox ears, collar, and yup, that’s a foxy tail you see sticking out from under her mini pleated skirt. And another yup, that tail doesn’t “clip” to anything, it’s a butt plug tail. She loves it. Just ask her. She’s gonna tell you how happy she is being a little fox in her hyper little voice. Maybe that’s what Kelly doesn’t like, or maybe she is genuinely concerned for her friend. But if she knew what I knew, she wouldn’t give a shit. If Kelly wanted to know why she keeps ending up single… it’s Bridgette, she does her best to make Kelly look like a bitch in the hopes of getting her paws (lol) into any man Kelly brings home. She isn’t her friend, but instead of moving on, she’s thinking she’s helping her “bestie” by intervening in my little “Karma” project.  The fun part about having my abilities is that while I was thinking Kelly would be happy to know her “friend” is getting a little taste of karma, I’m disappointed to know now that Kelly is well… her partner in crime so to speak. Instead of being the innocent bystander (and sometimes victim) Kelly here is a regular pea in the pod with Bridgette. They’ve made it a point to use any means available to be “those” women. The kind that prey on men and women to get whatever they want. Well… let’s put a few more of my talents in place to get things a little “righter” in this world. 

 

“Beth, do you ever wonder why you’re single?” I ask the sergeant.

“Uh what? How do you know I’m single?”

“You are right?” 

Beth looks nervous.. “Well yes, but that’s beside the point.” 

“No actually it IS the point. Didn’t you have a boyfriend just a little while ago?”

“I’m.. look. Why would I need to discuss my romantic life with you?”

“Because I’m here. I mean really; I didn’t ask to be here, she made me come here. If I have to be here why can’t I talk about what *I* want to to talk about for a while?” 

Beth looks at Kelly nervously and then shrugs “Yes, I did but about 6 months ago he basically ghosted me.” 

“Hmm… I wonder what happened.” I look at Kelly “any thoughts?” 

“Why would I know why she is alone?” Kelly looks aggressively at me. Beth doesn’t seem to like the “alone” comment.

“I don’t know, I just thought since you knew her ex that maybe you’d have some insights.” 

“You know Jim?” 

“Uh.. sorta, I mean not really. We just know some of the same people.” 

“Ah come now, don’t act like that. Tell her how you know Jim.” 

Kelly scowls at me..

“Why do you look like a child with their hand stuck in the cookie jar?” I ask. “Actually that gives me an idea.” 

Kelly tries to cover her surprise but instead of dismissing my comments she lashes out telling me that I’m here because of Bridgette not Beth’s failed romance and I need to “shut up”. 

“Dave, are you single?” I ask the one way mirror. Both women look surprised (so does Dave from behind the glass) 

Dave wasn’t alone in there but I decided that the less witnesses the better. Ever tried dealing with 20 people that all saw what you did and then you have to track them all down to get them to accept what you *want* them to have seen? It’s a pain in the ass. So the less people the better.

“Dave?” I ask again.

“Yes.” He says over the intercom. 

“Dave I want you to turn off the cameras. I need to do a little work and the last thing I need is a video of what I’m going to do.”

I look at the camera behind me and see the red light is still on letting the officers see that recording is still occurring during an interview.

“Dave! I promise it will be worth your time if you do this favor for me.”

Dave doesn’t understand why, but he reaches over and turns off the cameras. 

“Thanks Dave! So let’s see what you look like.” I point at the mirror and suddenly it’s just a window. There’s Dave standing up in the A/V room. He’s about the same age as Beth, overweight, hair is thinning. He looks like a nerd that spends most of his days indoors. 

“Hey you know what Beth? I think you and Dave would make a cute couple! Stand up and let’s take a look.” 

Beth scoffs looking at Dave but she stands. Giving her a look over I see a middle aged woman, some gray hairs, a little bit of a muffin top and her thighs are slightly chunky and she has an “office ass”.. a couple more years and she’s going to have some serious weight issues…

“I tell you what, why don’t you two go grab a coffee while me and Kelly here have a chat.” 

Beth and Dave stand up and both step out of the interview area and head down the hall. 

 

“Kelly, I think you already know why Beth is single. And I really think you should’ve come clean about that.”

“Well I think you need to mind your damn business bitch.”

“Such language!” I say feigning shock.

“Well the cameras are off so now I’ll say and do whatever I want.” She says turning around to her leather purse hanging on the back of her chair and takes out her lipstick to reapply. 

“You have no idea how true that is.” I say grinning…

[FFA5924]

Part II

 

We spend the next 15 minutes discussing Kelly.. If this was supposed to be an interrogation of me, the tables have definitely turned. Kelly has admitted a host of indiscretions and in the meantime I’ve made a few changes to Dave and Beth. Nothing to their minds, I just want to help them be a little more healthy. The more they spend time together, the better they both can be. It’s a harmless match make, but scanning both of them they are truly good people that have just never found “the one”. 

They both come back in laughing about a joke Dave told. They both have a little spring to their step and Beth touched Dave’s arm as she passed him to re-enter the room. I noticed he held the door for her. That’s sweet…

 

“So you understand right Kelly?”

“Yes, but I don’t want her to find out so it’s our secret right?”

“What secret?” Beth asks

“It’s nothing!” Kelly blurts out then looking at Beth she asks “Did.. did you do something to your hair?” 

Beth reaches up and touches her brown curled hair and says “Oh! I just thought I’d try something different.” 

“When? Over coffee?” Kelly asks surprised to see that not only her hairstyle has changed but her gray hairs are gone. 

“No! This morning before coming in.” Beth smiles taking her seat next to the confused Kelly. 

 

“Beth, I saw the way you and Dave were behaving when you came in. You guys a couple or something?” I pry

“Uh. Well I really shouldn’t go into it with you but.. well.. we went on our first date just last night.” 

Kelly looks confused again… 

“I told you Kelly. I can help people or.. well, you know. It depends on the person. I think Beth and Dave make a cute couple.”

Kelly looks at the window and sees Dave siting at the desk. She swears he’s got a little color to his usually pale skin… 

“Anyway, let’s get back to you and what you might want to admit to Beth.”

Kelly looks around nervously again 

“What do you need to tell me?” Beth looks concerned. 

“Um.. I’m thirsty, do you mind getting me a bottle of water?” 

Beth looks at Kelly and then rolling her eyes she stands to get another bottle of water for the young investigator. I decide to listen in on her thoughts..

“These young officers.. it’s bad enough that they all think they are hot shit but they need coddled all the time too. What am I? Her waitress?” 

As she hands the bottle to Kelly she takes her seat again. I notice that her pronounced muffin top has receded as a part of my “help” to giving her a good life she deserves. I look over at Kelly and decide it’s time to play a bit. 

“Wow, 5 bottles of water?” 

“Huh?” Kelly says drinking down the last of the one in her hand.

“5 bottles, you drank 4 while we talked earlier.” I point at the trash can by the table. “You must be thirsty to drink so much.”

“Oh.. I’m always trying to stay hydrated.” She smiles but you can tell she’s nervous. 

“What are you a camel? Where’s all that water go?” Beth asks with a laugh. 

“Haha. I guess so.” Kelly responds but then she has a sudden pressure in her bladder… she knows exactly where all that water has gone.. 

“You ok Kelly?” I ask knowingly. 

“I’m fine. Thanks.” She responds shifting in her seat. “Now back to the real issue here.” She says trying to get the conversation back under control. “Now Bridgette has never been into uh.. pet play or whatever and she’s only acted this way since *you* came into the picture.” She looks visibly uncomfortable, I’d say because of the conversation AND the pressure building down below. “She recently… even used the bathroom outside in the road.” 

Beth’s eyes widen. “She peed out in the street?”

“Yes! She just squatted down and peed in the road.” Kelly winces as her own need continues to build. 

“And you think she should have held it?” I ask.

“Well no, but I mean, she should’ve come inside and used the potty. I mean… the toilet.” She blushes correcting herself. 

“Well which is it?”

“What?” She asks shifting again in her seat.

“You said that she should wait to pee but that she shouldn’t hold it either. That doesn’t work. She should either hold her pee till she was inside at a “potty” as you said, or she should just pee when she needs to pee.” 

“That’s not what I meant…” she looks nervously towards the door.. 

“Well which would you prefer? Do you think it is better for a girl to pee when she needs to or hold it?” I push..

“Well I’ve always heard that it is bad for you to hold your pee.” Beth interjects. 

“That’s true! So what do you think Kelly?” 

“I think that it’s ridiculous to pee in the street.” She practically whines. 

“Ok, so she shouldn’t pee outside but she shouldn’t hold it either.”

“Yes ok! I’m just saying that it was gross she peed outside.”  She looks at the half empty water bottle she’s been sipping on in her hand “when did I..” 

“I know right? That’s your 6th bottle, I bet YOU are the girl that needs to potty after all of that.” 

Beth and Dave both laugh. 

Kelly looks at Beth and Dave “Stop laughing. She’s not funny.” 

“Don’t get fussy with me.” Dave says through the glass. 

Kelly is embarrassed that she’s the youngest in the room and everyone is talking about her need to pee like she’s a kid or something. She decides she isn’t going to give them the satisfaction… “Look, we don’t need to discuss MY body, we are talking about how you manipulated a woman somehow into acting like an animal.” She gets a sudden pain in her bladder and she squeezes her eyes shut… 

“Kelly….” She opens her eyes and makes eye contact with me. “Do you need to go potty?” 

Kelly starts to shake her head no. “KELLY!” I say loudly “Don’t you lie to us, you’ve been wiggling around like a little girl!” 

The raised voice is just enough to cause her to lose control.. a quick squirt of urine escapes and creates a small dark stain on her khaki suit pants. She fights back the urge to cry… 

“I do…” she looks down at the table and then back to me. “Excuse me, I need to go pot.. I mean use the bathroom.” She starts to stand up nervous that her pee stain will be visible..

“Now wait a second. Aren’t you the one that said you shouldn’t hold it?” She looks at me and I see a tear in her eye.. “You aren’t outside, you are inside and you said you don’t hold it; even Beth here says it’s unhealthy.”

“But I need a toilet..” she says confused. 

“Well I thought you said you needed a potty.” 

Kelly blushes at the realization that she *did* use that childish verbiage..

“Isn’t this your potty right here?” I say sliding a pink potty seat out from under the table.

Kelly winces again and clenching her legs together sits back at the table. “N.. no, that’s not my potty?” 

“Aww.” Beth says looking at the seat “It says Kelly’s Potty Seat right on the front honey, who else’s could it be?” 

Kelly looks at the potty and feels another spurt of pee escape. 

“Now Kelly, we’ve established that you shouldn’t hold it and there is your potty right there on the floor. So are you a big girl that uses the potty or a naughty little girl that holds her pee per until it’s too late?” 

Kelly looks at the potty on the floor and then look to Beth and then Dave for some kind of help.. she can’t possibly pee in front of everyone but she’s losing the fight and the dam is about to burst…. 

“Kelly..” Beth says putting her fingers on the young upcoming investigator’s chin and turning her to face each other… “Are you an adult or a naughty little brat?” 

“I’m….” Kelly drops her head looking at the table… “I’m peeing…” and she starts crying. 

Dave, Beth and I all look down to see the trickles of pee running off of the chair under Kelly and pooling up under her chair. The torrent of urine looks like someone dumped a gallon of water on the floor. Kelly’s khaki pants are soaked, even her shoes have pee on them. 

“Looks like we have our answer ladies.” Dave says from his seated position. 

[FFA5924]

Part III

 

“What in the world?” Beth says sliding her chair back to avoid the growing puddle at Kelly’s feet. 

“I couldn’t hold it anymore…” the meek investigator says looking at her lap. 

“Dave, I think we need a mop in here, would you mind going and getting one?” I ask.

“Sure thing.” He says and then mutters “What in the hell are we hiring around here anymore?” As he steps out of the room. 

“Beth, I think we need to get our girl here out of her wet clothes while it’s just us ladies.” 

“I agree. Come on Kelly, let’s get you changed.” 

Kelly looks at both of us “I’m not a “girl”! I’m a grown woman and an investigator here! In fact, I’m the youngest detective this department has ever had!” She’s starting to raise her voice..

“Well you certainly behave like the youngest.” I interject pointing at the puddle on the floor.

“Fuck you!” She practically shouts.

“That’s enough “detective”, Beth says standing up and pulling Kelly to her feet. “Come on, take off those wet shoes.”

Kelly looks around nervously, her khaki uniform pants are soaked, the bottom trim of her jacket is wet from siting on the pee soaked chair. 

“Come on now. Slip those shoes off.” Beth says a little kinder. 

Kelly slips off her left shoe and then her right looking down at her feet. As she stands in her hose covered feet I take the opportunity to make a quick adjustment. 

Kelly looks up (and I mean up) at the once shorter Beth and then looks over at me. 

“Wow, how high a heel do you wear at work?” I ask, you went from taller than Beth to a couple inches shorter?” 

The now 5’4” Kelly looks confused “But I’m 5’8”? I’ve always been tall?” 

(More fun for me) “You have? Or have you just always worn shoes that gave you more height?” (The change I made to her starts rewriting history for my girl here, much like I’ve been working on Beth and Dave) 

Kelly looks at her shoes and sees the “lifts” installed in the soles, she also notes the 2.5”

heel and then admits that she’s always worn higher heels since she didn’t like being called “Shorty” since middle school. 

 

“We need to get you out of these wet clothes.” Beth says taking the lead on working with the embarrassed woman. She reaches over and takes her jacket off of her shoulders and hangs it on the back of her chair. She then turns Kelly around and exposes the completely wet seat of her pants. “Here, let’s get these off of you.” She spins her around and starts unbuckling her belt.

“I can do it myself!” Kelly says snatching her belt away from Beth. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” Beth fires back “I thought maybe since you couldn’t even control your bladder you might need some help.” 

Beth slaps the wet woman’s hands away like you would a child when getting them dressed. Getting her pants unbuttoned she starts sliding them down her legs. Kelly gasps as the wet material sticks to her butt. 

(Next change) 

“Kelly! What on earth are you wearing?” Beth scolds. 

“My nylons?”

“No I see those, what is this contraption on your butt? Why on earth is it so puffy?”

Kelly turns her head around and sees a padded “enhancer” come into view at the top of her pants. 

“Kelly, goodness girl, you have a cute little figure why on earth would you wear shapewear trying to look like you have a lot of curves?” I ask stifling a laugh. 

“I don’t… I’ve always has a nice butt… I don’t..” (history reshapes itself) I just wanted to give myself a little boost since you know… I’m so short.” 

“Well that’s just silly. There’s nothing wrong being short and having a cute little butt.” Beth says pulling the wet pants down to her feet. “Now step out of those pants. These pantyhose have to go too along with *this*” Beth says patting the padded undergarment. 

“But I don’t have any panties on… I just wear my hose.” Kelly actually stomps her foot at the thought of being “bottomless” 

(Changes galore!) 

“Maybe you have an emergency pair in your backpack.” I say pointing at the Hello Kitty backpack hanging in place of her brown leather purse. 

“That’s not mine?” She says looking around the room for her purse. 

“It isn’t? Well it looks like it could be yours. I think it’s cute.” I say. “Take a look inside and see if you have an “emergency kit” just in case you had an accident.” 

“Why would I have that? I don’t need a second set of panties..” she suddenly cuts herself short realizing that she literally needs some clean underwear right now… “maybe I have something in my backpack from like going to the gym or something.” She says reaching in the bag… she pulls out a small yellow package and then smiles  “See? I keep an extra pair of underwear with me so that I can change after working out.” She tosses the package on the table. 

“Clever girl!” I say reaching on the table and pulling the tab on the package. 

“Yup. See? I had extras but not because of why you two probably thought I carried extras. This was just an accident.” Her confidence regained. Well, until I start setting the contents of the package on the table. 

“Let’s see, we have some wet wipes.” I set them down 

“Well yeah so I can get the sweat off my.. um privates.” She explains. 

“And a pair of training panties?” I say setting down a pair of yellow thick cotton panties with ducks on them. 

“Ummm.. those are just thick because.. I sweat… a lot and I’m just… they aren’t training panties ok?”

“Ok ok, don’t get so defensive.” Beth says patting her arm. “Let’s see what else Katherine pulls out for you. Hopefully there is something for you to wear besides just your panties.” 

“Well the only other thing in here is this.” I say dropping a small bralette that matches the panties on the table. 

Beth picks up the small item and giggles “What in the world? How would you fit those (points at her breasts) in this little thing?” 

“Uh. It must just be the set.. I don’t wear that size. I’m a C Cup and those would smash me.” Kelly laughs… 

“Well let’s use these wipes to get your legs and bottom cleaned up.” Beth says opening the wipes and running the damp cloth all over the half naked girl.

“Oh!” She jumps at the cold sensation “That’s cold!” 

“Sorry, I’m working as fast as I can.” Beth says scrubbing away the drying urine. 

As she cleans up Kelly’s butt she sees that the bottom of her shirt is also damp just above the curve of her cheeks. “Uh oh.” 

“What?” Kelly says looking behind her shoulder.

“Well, I was thinking we could put you in your training panties and you could cover up with your shirt.”

Kelly doesn’t like the “your” in reference to the training panties.. she’d like them to be just “those” panties. She doesn’t need the protection as Beth implies…  “Well what do we do?” 

“I’m not sure, but for starters we need to get this wet shirt off of you.” Beth says dropping a wipe in the trash and then unceremoniously pulling the shirt up and over Kelly’s head. 

(Another change)

When Beth drops the wet shirt on the table she looks down at Kelly and raises an eyebrow.. 

“What?” Kelly says looking up at her coworker.

“Um.. nothing, I just thought you were taller..” 

Kelly looks “dead ahead” and instead of seeing Beth’s chin she’s looking at her badge.. 

“Beth, you feeling ok? I thought you were about 5’9”, Kelly is 5’3”, why would she look “tall” at all?” I laugh. 

Beth shakes her head, the history working itself out. “I don’t know. Must have had a brain fart or something.” She then pulls out another wipe “Here Kelly, you can clean up your own privates.” 

Kelly takes the wipe and then gingerly wipes her sparse pubic hairs and “privates”. She drops the wipe in the trash and Beth holds her clean panties out for her to step in. 

 

(Another change)

As she pulls the bulky underwear in place Beth makes a discovery.. “Kelly! Are you wearing a push-up bra?” 

“No! I’ve never worn those?”

“Are you sure?” Beth says reaching out and squeezing a bit of the fabric of the smaller woman’s bra. “Honey this is clearly a push-up bra; what are you an A Cup?” 

Kelly looks down at her bra and just as Beth reaches back and unhooks the clasps her history rewrites… She remembers getting picked on for being a “cookie sheet” and how she was “President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee”.. she remembers stuffing her bras with tissues and getting caught by her mom at a dance at high school; her mom making her go remove her “needless” bra embarrassing her in front of her date…. 

As Beth pulls the garment away you hear a distinct slap as the silicone “falsies” hit the tile floor. Looking at Kelly’s chest you see that an A Cup might be a bit of a stretch. She quickly covers her stiff nipples with her hands looking quite childish in her yellow training panties and bare feet… 

“Why in earth would you try to boost your cup size by two whole cups? You look silly.” Beth says dropping the item in the trash.

“Wait! I need that!” Kelly says whining. 

“No you don’t, you need to put on your training bra right here.” Beth picks up the small yellow item and hands it to Kelly. 

“No!” Kelly shouts slapping the bra out of Beth’s hand. “I want my real bra!” 

“You don’t need that one. It’s too big for you.” Beth says looking at the flat chested woman. 

“No it isn’t… it fits.. it’s fine with the inserts..” 

“Put it on then. We can decide as a group ok?” I say, both women missing that I’ve sent the silicone inserts to the bottom of the dumpster outside. 

Kelly takes the bra and smiles starting to put it back on. 

“Ok, whichever fits better is the one you are allowed to wear.” I add

“Well this one is mine so of course it fits….” And she stops talking.. She’s looking down at the sexy push-up bra and since she doesn’t have the inserts it is so large you can see her nipples and tiny breasts sitting inside the much too large cups. 

“I think we need to try this one honey.” Beth says holding up the training bra. 

 

Kelly stands still while Beth removes the push-up bra and drops it in the trash. She holds her arms up and Beth easily fits the much smaller training bra over her tiny chest, the only “shape” Kelly has is from the little swollen area around her stiff nipples. Beth takes a step back looking at the little detective and covers her mouth to avoid her smile being seen. Kelly looks like a tween. Her hair has lost its curl and is now limply hanging around her head. (With a little help from me) Beth tosses the bra into the trash which causes a protest from the diminished woman.

“Wait! Don’t throw it away!” She says 

“Why? It clearly doesn’t fit you.” Beth says “and it’s certainly too small for us.” 

Kelly looks offended, she glances down at her yellow training bra and then meekly says “Maybe I’ll grow into it though.” 

“Oh honey, if all you have are little boobies by now, you certainly won’t be growing anymore. Face it, you are just a little girl with a little body. It’s cute.” Beth says bopping Kelly’s nose. 

Kelly’s face turns red.. she reaches up and yanks off the training bra and throws it on the table. She starts to open her mouth and just then Dave opens the door causing Kelly to squeal grabbing the training bra to at least have something to cover her “womanhood” from the man. 

“Oh! Sorry about that.” Dave says ducking back out of the door, 

“It’s ok Dave, let us get her back in her bra and you should be ok to come in. She doesn’t have much to hide.” 

“Hey!” Kelly pouts but accepts “her” training bra as Beth slides it back over her head. 

“Let’s see if you have anything else in here you can put on.” Beth says picking up the backpack and setting it on the table… “Well we have two hair bows, that would probably help with your hair now that it’s all over the place.” Beth says pulling out two large pink hair bows. 

“No! I don’t want to wear hair bows like that! They aren’t mine!” Kelly stomps her foot. 

“Hey! Let’s tone it down a notch ok?” I interject seeing that Beth’s getting a little aggravated at the behavior of her “little friend”.

“Beth, let’s go grab some fresh air ok? I’m sure “Detective Training Pants” has her Perp well in hand.” Dave says giving me a wink.

As the two step out of the room I wink back at both of them saying “Well I’m having too much fun to try to just escape.” 

[FFA5924]

Part IV

 

“I’m not wearing those.” She says to me sounding more like she’s telling herself than trying to command me. 

“But your hair really has gotten very tangled, do you want knots in your hair?” 

….”No”… she says using her hands to try to deranged her hair. 

“Well shouldn’t we do something with it so you don’t have icky knots? I bet it would hurt to have to try and get all of those out wouldn’t it?” 

Kelly looks up at me and you can tell she’s imagining how awful it would be to have to get all of her imagined tangles and knots. “Yes… it hurts when mommy.. well when my mom used to brush out my tangles” 

“Well why don’t we put your hair in little pigtails so it stays out of your face and doesn’t get tangled?” 

Kelly looks up through her mess of thick hair at me. 

“Oh come on, I can’t see your pretty face behind all of that hair. Let’s fix it ok?” 

She brushes her hair away from her face and I see her smiling. 

“That’s what I thought, now you sit here and I’ll take care of it.” 

The small woman in her training pants and bra starts to sit in her chair but I stop her “Not that one Kelly, you peepeed in that one. Let’s sit in Beth’s dry chair ok?”

Kelly blushes at the reminder but says “Oh ok.” And then sits down. 

I spend the next couple of minutes getting Kelly’s hair into perfect pigtails. She shakes her head back and forth a couple times and actually giggles at the way they bob back and forth. 

The door opens and Beth and Dave walk back in the room cuddling to each other as they look at each other laughing about a joke we didn’t get to hear. Instead of coming to her seat; Beth actually steps into the AV room with Dave and I see them making out like teenagers before finally breaking a part and stepping back in the room adjusting her uniform pants on her toned thighs and shapely hips. She sets a cup of coffee down in front of Kelly.

“Wow! How long have you two been a thing?” I ask. 

“Oh about 6 months now, I’m really sorry but I just can’t seem to keep my hands off of him!” She beams. 

I look at the window and see the tall slightly pudgy Officer with his dark hair smiling to himself as he sits back at the desk. He’s lost about 30 lbs since the last time we saw him while he’s grown 2 inches taller. He looks about 35; and if he’d just take a little better care of himself he’d be pretty fit. “I get it! He’s a looker for sure!” I saw happy with my latest change to these two lovebirds. 

I look at Beth and say “Now I was just getting Kelly’s hair put up in these cute Pigtails. Doesn’t she look great?”

“She sure does, but now we can see that her makeup is ruined by all that crying she did when she wet herself.”

“You’re right, let’s see if she has any makeup remover in her bag that we can use to get her looking as pretty as a picture.” I say reaching in the backpack and pulling out a small makeup bag. “Here we go! Let’s get that cleaned up.”

Kelly doesn’t protest as Beth wipes her makeup (and exposes the new babydoll features) with just one wipe. 

“Cute as a button.” Beth tells her. “Isn’t that better?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Kelly responds with a new politeness you’d expect from a tween to a grown woman. “Thank you.”

Beth looks at the small woman and sees her nipples poking tents into her little training bra. “I bet you are cold. Let’s see if there is anything in here to cover you up.” She starts looking through the backpack again and the giggles pulling out a pair of ankle socks, white sneakers, and a pink gingham skirtall with Hello Kitty on the bib. “Isn’t this just precious?” 

“That’s not mine.. I.. that looks like something a little kid would wear.” Kelly says crossing her arms on her chest while also trying to cover her nipples… 

“Don’t be silly, it is your outfit. It was in your backpack AND it’s Hello Kitty, which matches. Now do you want to be cold or clothed? Eventually you have to leave this room honey and you can’t walk around the police station in just your training panties and that little training bra.” Beth says “and besides, it isn’t like you are dressed like a baby or something. Now let’s get these socks and shoes on.” 

Beth slips the socks on easy enough but when she holds up the shoes Kelly says that those can’t be hers, she’s a size 6 and the tag shows size 4. But after a “look” from Beth she lets her slip the shoes on her feet. “Too small? Honey those are a little big on your feet.” Beth says standing back to her feet. 

Kelly looks at the shoes and shakes her feet (since her feet don’t touch the ground with her adjusted height) and realizes that they are a little big for her. 

“Now stand up and we’ll get some clothes on you.” Beth says taking her by the hands and pulling her up. 

Kelly stands to her feet and looks up at Beth and then bites her lip noticing that she now only comes up to her Sergeant’s breasts. Her large perky breasts…. She then looks down at her own body and blushes at the comparison. 

“Kelly I think you are just adorable. How tall are you?” 

(Adjustment)

“I’m 5’ 1…” she says looking unsure of her answer. “But my doctor said that since I’m young I’m probably still growing!” She steps into the skirtall and Beth gets the buckles in place. 

“There we go! Got you all covered up.” Beth says. “And the fit is just perfect!” She turns the smaller woman around and then twirls her back to face us… causing Kelly to giggle. She does a couple more twirls and her skirt comes up just enough to exposes a little of her panties.

“Careful though, wouldn’t want anyone to see your trainers.” I add.

Kelly quickly pushes her skirt down with both arms pinning it to her upper thighs.. 

 

“How old are you?” I ask

(Adjustment) 

“I’m 21, I was able to graduate school early so I’m probably the youngest officer here.” She says proudly. 

“Are you an investigator?” 

“Me? Oh no ma’am. I want to be one day. My sergeant here said that I could come along to this meeting with you since Bridgette is my friend. But I’m not in charge or anything.” 

“Oh ok. Well I bet you would make a good detective when you’re ready.” 

“Thank you!” She smiles. 

I look over to see Beth “making eyes” at her 6’ tall boyfriend Dave. They both giggle and then realizing they were “busted” clear their throats and get back to work.

“So Katerina, just sum up what your relationship is to Bridgette so we can finish this up.”

“Well the thing is. Some women just want to be cared for by a stronger woman. Bridgette loves the idea that she can finally be the girl she’s always wanted to be. And she simply…”

“Kelly!” Beth interrupts 

“Yes ma’am?”

“Do you need to go potty or something?” 

“Uh no ma’am.” She says quietly looking at me as if she’s embarrassed.

“Well why do you keep fidgeting? It’s distracting.” 

“Sorry.” She looks down at the table.

“Please continue.”

“So anyway the long and short of it is that Bridgette gets to be a sweet little fox and I help her explore her fantasy. Nothing more or less. She’s a pet.”

Beth shifts a little in her seat at this as well obviously uncomfortable with this discussion. 

“Come now Beth, don’t tell me you don’t have little fantasies.” I prod. “Dave? Don’t tell me you’ve never put our sexy sergeant here in cuffs for a little fun. You are both cops, you HAD to have right?”

“Well yeah.” Dave laughs.

“Dave! That’s private!” Beth says embarrassed… 

“It’s ok girl! A woman has needs.” I say. “I mean don’t you like the idea that even though you are in your what.. lower 30’s and 5’10’ that a big strong man like Dave can still control you make you do what he wants?”

(Adjustments made)

“Mmmm…” Beth sighs.. she opens her eyes and then blushes… 

“I told you.” Dave says from the AV room. Causing a laugh from all of us. 

Kelly just finished another bottle of water and then reached for the coffee cup that Beth brought her back earlier.

“I get thirsty when I’m nervous too.” I tell her getting a smile from the young Officer. She takes a big gulp… “I’m not nervous. It’s not like I don’t know what sex is.” 

“Well, would you ladies mind if I went to the restroom?” I ask, though it’s funny how they both seem to have forgotten that I’m “in custody” at the moment. 

“Oh yeah sure!” Beth says with a smile and then looking at Kelly “You sure you don’t want to try?”

“I said I didn’t need to.” She scoffs.

“Ok, well you are going to try young lady understand?”  Beth says dismissing her response. 

“Hey! Look at it this way, you can make sure I don’t try to escape ok?” 

“Oh ok, I’ll go with you to the potty, I mean, bathroom… but only to guard you.” 

“Sounds good to me.” I say standing up and stepping for the door. 

[FFA5924]

Part V

 

As we step up to what I assume is the “in custody” restroom, Kelly uses her key to open the door. It looks like a basic “family restroom” if this were a mall and not a police station assuming that it’s this big so that you can be “supervised”. I decide to play a little on that part…

 

“Are you going to watch me pee?” I ask innocently. 

“Well I don’t have to stare, but I need to be in here.” 

“Hmm… well do you need to go?” 

Kelly looks annoyed.. “I’m ok, you go ahead.” 

“Ok sorry! Geez, I was just checking since you have… you know.. that little issue.” 

Kelly’s annoyed look changes to embarrassed.. “ugh! It was just because I drank all that water.. it’s not my fault I had to go so bad and couldn’t just leave the room.” 

I take a seat on the toilet and see the small Officer glancing at my “landing strip” of dark pubic hair. I empty my bladder and then begin wiping myself clean. Just for fun I stand up and leave my sex exposed..

 

(Adjustments made)

“So how many times have you had an accident in your panties?” 

I look to see Kelly flat out staring at my pubic hairs.. She looks almost jealous at what she sees.. 

“Like my haircut?” I giggle “how do you keep yours?” I prod even though it was 30 minutes ago that I saw her sparse little pubic hair when she wet herself.

“Oh.. uh.. not like that.” She blushes… 

“Wanna show me?”

“Um… no? Why would I?” 

“Well because you saw mine and u thought it would only be fair that I saw yours?”

I can tell Kelly is unsure of what to say so I push harder… 

“How about this, why don’t you go potty (I love using the juvenile phrases with this girl) and “Opps!” If I see your haircut down there it isn’t your fault right?”

“Well… I kinda do need to use the bathroom.” She says.

“Well hurry up and go potty, we wouldn’t want you to have another accident, this time it’s hard to say it wasn’t your fault since there is a potty right here for you.” 

Kelly winces and then takes a tentative step towards the toilet. “But…” 

“What?”

“Can you not watch me? I… I just don’t want..”

“Why Kelly! You stood there staring at my vagina while I peed, wiped, and even now; but you don’t want me to see yours? That’s weird.”

“Weird?” She asks confused.. 

“Yeah, I mean, you staring at my crotch is weird. If we both got a peek then it’s at least kinda “normal” you know? Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

“Well…” She looks around and then starts sliding down her training panties. “Just real quick ok?” Her panties slide down her legs to her sneakers and you hear a weak stream of pee hitting the water. She reaches for some toilet paper but realizes that I’d used the rest of the roll.. she looks around “Is there anymore toilet paper over there?” 

“No what’s up? Oh no! I didn’t realize I used it all up.” I lie. 

“Well what do I do?” She says..

“I don’t know, you have the keys and I can’t leave your supervision. Maybe just kinda drip dry?” 

“Drip dry! Gross!”

“Well just pull up your trainers and they are padded enough to take care of it.” 

“Grr..” the small Officer says standing up exposing her recently hairless pubic mound. 

“Aww well look at that!” I say reaching over and pointing. “I didn’t know you liked it bare.” 

She winces and then quickly pulls her training panties up to hide her sex. 

“How’s it feel?” 

“It’s fine. You were right, the padding soaked it up.” She pushes her skirt down and then adds “Can we change the subject?” 

“I’m sorry, I thought we could have some “girl talk.” I fake a pout. “I guess we should get back in there.” 

The two of us walk down the hall back to the interview room and as we open the door we have apparently stumbled on to a little “play time” for our other police officers…

 

Beth is seated in the interview chair, her pants slid down to her thigh and her white uniform shirt is unbuttoned and both of her large breasts are exposed. Dave is standing in front of her thrusting his 9” cock into her mouth while she moans around his member. Just as he starts to cum he pulls out of her mouth and shoots his cum onto her cleavage and exposed breasts… she sighs as she reaches her own climax from fingering herself, smiles and then leans forward to lick the remaining cum off of his penis holding it in her mouth until the swelling recedes…

“Beth you naughty girl!” I say as she lets the semi erect member slip from her lips. 

“Oh! Haha.. I’m sorry, I was kinda caught up in the moment. I mean, we’ve only been married for 6 months so what do you expect?” She laughs again. Dave quickly stuffs himself back into his pants and buckles his belt. Beth simply adjusts her breasts and her bra letting the thick cum soak into her bra and then her white shirt. She stands up and starts pulling her pants back in place over the wet spot on the front of her cotton panties.

Kelly stares at the scene until Beth finally tells her to come in and let’s finish this up. 

“You can’t sit there silly.” Beth reminds Kelly as so starts to sit in the chair she peed in earlier. “Oh! Yes ma’am.” She says standing by the table. 

Seeing the red light on at the camera in the room I laugh “I see you and Dave were making a little porn earlier.” 

“Whoops, meant to turn that off when I came back in here.” Dave says and the light turns off. 

I take my seat across from the seated Beth and I look over at Kelly standing there. At her new height she looks like a kid standing by while two grownups have a conversation…

“So Kelly, did you need anything else from me?” 

“Oh!… um…. I don’t think so. Well there was something else…” she stalls trying to think of a way to get me to confess to some heinous plot to turn women into pets… let’s get control of this conversation. 

“Hey Beth? Did you know that Kelly here keeps her kitty completely bare?”

“Hey!” Kelly pouts..

“Umm.. no, I’ve never really wondered about that.” 

“Well I wouldn’t but the way she stared at my hair it was just kinda weird.”

Beth looks over at the embarrassed Kelly “Why would you stare? You were supposed to be in there guarding her, not watching her?”

“Oh that’s ok. She probably just wanted to know what it was like to have hair right Kelly?”

Kelly looks down at the floor and then nods her head yes…

“Why would you wonder?” Beth asks.

“Yeah Kelly, tell us why you don’t have any hair down there. Do you shave it?”

She shakes her head no..

“So you just don’t have any?” 

“Well not anymore.. it’s just that… well..” Kelly explains that her mom and her decided that it was best to have her hair permanently removed because of a medical issue when she was still in high school. 

“What kind of medical condition would require that?” Beth asks.

Kelly searches the room for someone to bail her out… 

“Tell her cause I think I already know.” I say.

“Ok.. so don’t make fun of me promise?” She asks Beth.

“Sure. I won’t make fun.”

“Me either.” I assure her.

“Well… you know how I kinda.. had a little accident earlier?” She asks shyly.

“You mean when you completely pissed yourself in that chair right there?” Dave says from the other room. 

“Well.. yes.. I mean it wasn’t.. just never mind.” 

“Dave is sorry. Go ahead dear.” Beth says touching Kelly’s thigh. 

“Well it’s just that… well I used to.. sometimes I’d have little accidents.. that’s all.”

“You would pee your pants?” I asked.

“No! Not during the day like that! Well… not a lot.. but ok so one time I was .. Did I tell you I was a cheerleader in middle school till high school?” 

“Nope. But we just met so..” 

“Well I was. And I was in 9th grade too but then one day… ok, you see how small I am right? So I was a flyer. And one day I didn’t get a chance to go potty.. er I mean go to the ladies room and when I went to kick my leg on a pyramid I.. well I had a little spurt come out… it stained my bloomers since they were green and everyone saw… I was so embarrassed.. I quit the squad.” 

“So why would that mean you had to remove your pubic hair?” Beth asks.

“Well… because…. So sometimes I’d drink too much before bedtime and..”

“You wet your bed!?” Beth says stifling a laugh.. “girl don’t tell me you were wetting your bed in high school!” 

“Hey! You promised..” Kelly says looking cross…

“It’s ok Beth, she was a little girl so she probably had a little bladder.” I tell her. 

“Yeah! So anyway I got a rash a few times and mommy.. I mean, mom said I needed to do it.” 

“Well that’s too bad, a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” I say before making a few more adjustments… “I mean I’m certain you don’t still wet the bed.”

(Adjustments set)

 

Kelly suddenly thinks back to her entire childhood of being a cronic bedwetter, she then tells the group how she wore “good nights” to bed every night and would sometimes wet her bed 5 or 6 times a week. How she finally built up the courage to spend the night with her boyfriend her freshman year of college only to have him wake up in a puddle she created.. he dumped her the same day calling her a “Little baby”… 

“But you don’t anymore right?” Beth asks.. Kelly only blushes.. “do you still wet your bed?” 

Kelly fidgets with the hem of her skirt.. “Kelly, look at me. Do you wet your bed now?”

A tear rolls down her cheek. “We’ll just sometimes.. maybe 1 time every few weeks. So I just sleep in good nights every night….” 

“Once a week isn’t too bad.” I say sarcastically. 

(Quick adjustment)

“Well usually but the last few weeks it’s been a lot.” 

“Oh?”

“Yes.. I wet the bed three times so far this week.” 

“It’s Wednesday dear, that’s like everyday this week.” 

“Ok Beth give her a break.” I interject. “So I have a question.”

“Is it about me wetting the bed? I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“No, I was just wondering if you ever worry about wetting during the day; like here at work.”

Kelly’s face is beet red… she reaches behind her and pulls a white item out of her backpack. 

“If I know I have a long detail coming… I put this on… just in case.” She says setting the item on the desk. 

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s a freakin diaper!” Beth says picking it up. 

“Na Uh!” Kelly shouts. “It’s just a goodnight. And.. it has paw patrol on it so it’s better!” She says spreading the garment out exposing Chase the police dog on the front. “See? It’s a police dog and I’m a police officer.”

“Cute!” I add. “So you slip that on when you have a long call here?” 

“Yes. And tonight I’ll wear this one to bed.” 

“That’s thinking on your feet!” I say looking at Dave. 

“So anyway, that’s why I want to transfer to investigations.”

“So you don’t have to worry about little accidents?” I ask.

“Yes.” 

“As good of a reason as any I guess.” I shrug.

“Well I don’t have any questions, and Kelly couldn’t remember hers so I think we are done.”

“Oh! Well that sounds good. I guess I’m free to go?” I ask standing to my feet. 

“Well tomorrow I have to finish interviewing Bridgette and I think we’d like for you to come in so that we can clear this whole thing up.” Beth says standing up. Her large breasts straining the buttons on her shirt. 

“You got it.” I look at the short Officer “Officer Kelly would you escort me to my car I need to ask you something, and I’m sure that Beth and Dave are ready to get home together.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

 

Walking to the car I take the time to discuss with the small woman how important it is that she keeps her pull-up dry tonight or else Beth and Dave might not take her seriously anymore. And that they might just tell the command staff that she’s not big enough to be a detective since she’s just a little girl in pull-ups. 

Kelly tears up at the idea and thanks me for giving her that advice. 

“I promise I’ll be dry tomorrow! I promise!” 

“Ok, that’s a good girl. Now you run along and make sure to drink plenty of water when you get home, a girls gotta stay hydrated!” 

“Yes ma’am!” She says walking to her car. 

I sit in my SUV and watch as the much diminished woman takes a few minutes to move her seat as far forward as it will go, moved her mirror and lowers the steering wheel so that she can drive. (I love adjusting so many things but leaving other things as they were so that they can’t avoid being subtly reminded of what they used to be). As she drives away I see her already drinking something from a tumbler I strategically put in her car… Sleep tight little bed wetter…

As I’m pulling out of the lot I see Dave pulling out of the parking lot with a big smile on his face glancing down at his lap up in his new pickup truck. (He needed a more manly car so I hooked him up). I can only assume that Beth is giving him a little “road head” for the trip home….

[Kotatsu]

Aw poor Kelly. At least she's not fully aware of what's happening. And it's good to see Kelly is very responsible with wearing protection.

[Guilend]

If Beth is going to have wet panties like that she should be in diapers. Wearing wet pantie, even if it's not pee, isn't good. Her Dom husband should make her wear diapers or pull ups. If anything it would make her blush a lot lol. I guess Kelly won't be pooping in the grass, but she can just poop her pants anywhere she is so I guess that's better then her friend? Lol

[FFA5924]

Day 2 (Part VI)

 

Waiting in the station I see a couple walk in holding hands. They look like they could be Ken and Barbie. The woman is probably mid 20’s, I’d say 5’10”, blonde hair, long legs, and great curves. The man is at least 6’4” black hair, strong jaw, with a muscular shape that would give Superman a run for his money. 

“Hey Kelly! We can take you back as soon as we get everything ready.” The tall blonde says smiling. 

“Thanks Beth!” 

I see Dave smack her on the ass as they enter the doorway leading to the interview rooms and I smile. 

The door opens and a timid girl of about 18 walks in eyeing me nervously; she’s about 5 feet tall, has her hair in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a cute blue dress with puffy sleeves and a very short hem. She walks by me and keeps pushing her dress down in the back, an obvious attempt to hide the white training pants with blue trim that’s visible with every step. 

“Excuse me Officer; can you please escort me back to the interview rooms?” I call out. 

“I’m not… I’m not an officer here, I’m just here as a part of an internship from my high school. I don’t graduate till this summer.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, my mistake. I was just certain that you were a police officer.” 

“One day! I sure hope so!” She actually smiles at that comment. “But I can take you back there. I’m sure Sgt Dave won’t mind.” (I figure Dave needs a raise)

“Well thank you.” I say following the short girl through the door. 

“Yes ma’am.”

As we walk down the hall I decide to make small talk. “So tell me Kelly, did you keep your bed dry last night?” 

Kelly stops in her tracks.. she looks up at me.. then back at the floor.. 

“Uh oh!” 

“Please don’t tell them when we get there. It was an accident and…” she starts tearing up “and if they find out, they might not let me become a police officer…” 

“There there… let’s dry these tears. No one is going to let you be an officer if you can’t stop crying either.” I say wiping her face. “There we go. Now, are you wearing a pull-up? I hear these interviews can be very long.” 

Leaning close to me she whispers “No ma’am, im wearing my training pants.” I raise an eyebrow and she smiles “No! It’s ok. I have a potty seat on there that they got me for when im working here.”

“They did? That seems weird.” (Even though this is my idea lol)

“Well yeah? I mean I’m not a full police officer so I can’t just roam the halls alone. It made sense to have a potty seat in the interview rooms so that I didn’t interrupt.” 

“Well that isn’t weird at all!” I say as we enter the room. 

 

Once we are inside I take a seat next to Bridgette. She’s in her white fox with pink tips outfit today. As I take my seat I look at the back of her seat and see that she’s pushed her rump up against the back of the chair so her “tail” can freely hang behind her, the pink tip just inches from the floor. 

“Hey Bridgette! I like your ears!” Kelly says with a giggle sitting across from us. 

Bridgette doesn’t respond but she smiles and wiggles her plugged ass in response. 

After about 5 minutes of small talk I see the door open from the AV room and Beth steps out fixing her white shirt. There’s a few wet spots on the front letting me know she has fresh cum on her breasts. 

“Excuse me for the delay. Something came up.” She giggles taking her seat. 

I also laugh at the comment. “I bet.” 

“Now. Before we get started, Kelly?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Do you need to go potty? I don’t want to have to stop in the middle like last time.”

“No ma’am! I went right before I left home.” She says proudly.

“That’s a good girl.” Beth says touching her hand. “Now Bridgette let’s discuss your um… new wardrobe…”

 

Beth spends several minutes talking with Bridgette about her fetish and how she loves being a pet fox, the entire time Kelly seems uncomfortable with the discussion especially when they discuss Bridgette’s plug in her “bottom” (as Kelly calls it) and you can tell that all sexual comments are making her even more self conscious. Dave steps out and brings everyone some coffee, Bridgette doesn’t want hers since “Pets don’t drink coffee!” so Beth asks Kelly to go bring her friend something to drink. Bridgette smiles and opening her backpack pulls out a small bowl that says “Foxy Girl” on the side and Kelly sets it on the floor filling it up with a bottle of water. Kelly sits back in her chair and opens a bottle of water for herself while Bridgette stares at the bowl and then back at me. 

“Good girl! You may drink.” 

The sexy pet girl slides out of her chair and getting on all fours starts lapping up the water, her outfit making this seemingly innocent event look quite erotic. She’s wearing a white fuzzy bra top with a matching micro skirt in white with pink trim at the hem. The skirt is short enough that her ass is completely exposed in this position giving us a full view of her plugged ass. The only thing keeping her smooth sex from being seen is the tail swaying back and forth while she drinks. Even Dave sits up to watch the action, she takes her seat again when she’s finished like it was the most natural thing in the world.

 

(Adjustments made) 

At the 1.5 hour mark Beth looks uncomfortable in her seat. I decide to take a break from the “business at hand”…

“Beth, um…. Are you pregnant?”

Beth looks over to Dave and then quietly says “No.”

“Oh? I well, you just look like you are glowing and from where I’m sitting it certainly looks like your breasts are swollen.” 

Beth laughs and then opens up…

“Well me and Dave have been married for 2 years now and we really are ready to start a family.” 

“Oh! Ok. So what’s the holdup?”

“I don’t know, we certainly get a lot of practice in at trying to get pregnant but it just doesn’t happen. We’ve been seeing doctors and to tell you the truth… I even started inducing lactation because we were told we might end up adopting a newborn. I want that connection you know?”

“You mean… you have milk?” Kelly says staring at her full bust. 

“Well yeah. I mean, we are supposed to meet with a representative about adopting next week so we wanted to be ready to show them our commitment to the idea.” 

Kelly swallows the last of her water at the comment… “I think you’ll be a good mommy.. uh.. mom.” 

“Thanks honey, and I think you will be a good police girl too!” 

I notice Kelly is fidgety again.. “Why don’t you go potty Kelly?”

Kelly looks at Beth who nods her approval. “Go ahead Kelly, we should be about finished here.” 

Kelly reaches under the table and slides her potty out. She stands up and slides her panties down and then straddles the seat and empties her bladder in the silence of the room. She stands up and then looks at Beth. Beth takes the cue and pulling a small box of wipes out she walks over and cleans the half naked girl’s vagina and turns her around running a wipe up the crack of her butt. 

“All clean Kelly!” 

Kelly giggles and pulls her thick panties up catching the back of her dress in the elastic leaving her white pantied bottom in view before taking her seat again. 

 

Back to Bridgette, she talks about how happy she is now and that she wants to find a “mate” since she’s always feeling like she’s in “heat”, she’s thankful that I help her with “human” things like money and a place to live. She says how she “willy wuvs” her bed on the floor in the kitchen, but it says it’s a puppy bed and she’s a fox. 

Another 15 minutes of Bridgette going on like an excited kid about her perfect life with me and I look over noticing Beth appears to be in some real discomfort…. 

“What’s wrong Beth?” 

“Nothing, just feeling kinda sore.” She says looking at her watch. “Can we please finish this up?”

“I think so, Do you have anymore questions for Bridgette or myself?” 

“No!” Beth practically whines… 

I can tell her breasts are engorged so I decide to find a way to drag this out a little longer..

“What about you Dave?” 

“No, I don’t even see what the problem is. She wants to be a pet, be a pet?” 

“So understanding Dave! I bet you are a great guy.”

“Uh.. I hope so? Thanks.” 

“No problem. So tell me what it’s like having a “cowgirl” for a wife.” 

Dave laughs.. “Well she certainly like to play cowgirl in the bedroom!” 

Beth blushes but shrugs and agrees…. 

“No really, I think it’s really special how far she’s willing to go to have a child… I can’t wait to see her as a mother!” Dave is practically gushing bragging on his wife… he goes on for several minutes about how she’s already pumped and stored “gallons” of milk and colostrum for the new baby and how she’s been “nesting” at the house. 

Beth in turn now has a flush face and is actually holding her breasts wincing at how swollen and tender they are at this point. In the meantime Bridgette has circled around the table to Kelly and licking at her legs getting several giggles from the small woman. 

“You want some tickles little fox?” 

“Yelp!” Bridgette says moving her belly around for the girl to start rubbing and tickling. 

“Yelp yelp!” Bridgette squeaks out at the attention she’s getting. 

Everyone smiles at how well Kelly and Bridgette are getting along just as a little girl would with a new pet. Beth finally breaks the silence of the room..

“I’m sorry guys, but these have got to get pumped…” she says pointing at her massive breasts. She stands up and says she going to run to the locker room and pump. She and Dave will be back shortly. 

“But Beth? Can you leave me in here with just an intern and the supposed “victim” of my heinous crimes?” 

“Shit! You are right…. Ugh… but they hurt so bad….”

“Well why don’t you sent Dave to grab your pump and we can stay here?”

“I’ll go grab it honey, you stay out.” Dave says stepping out of the AV room and then into the hallway. 

 

Beth and I make small talk while the “girls” play, Kelly has moved to the floor to play around with Bridgette leaving Beth and I to discuss my next move…

“You know you could just undress here right?” 

“What? I’m not taking off my shirt in here, there’s cameras?”

“True but they are off. Besides, it’s just us girls.” Then looking at the camera in the room. “And it isn’t like you haven’t been recoded giving a bj to Dave in here before.” I wink. 

Beth looks at the door “What’s taking him so long?…” she looks at her watch again then down at her breasts.. “fuck it. I’ll save some time.” She says starting to unbutton her shirt. 

I take a look over as she starts untucking her shirt to get her full breasts into view and survey the “damage”. Her huge breasts are straining the bra she has on, the tan globes “muffin topping” over the material. She’s wearing a white nursing bra but it’s actually pretty sexy given what a typical bra of this style looks like. It is satin and has some pretty lace on it, even the nipple covers are pretty. I swear I can almost feel the heat coming from them in their swollen state! One thing I do notice is the soaker pads in the cups are losing the fight of keeping her uniform shirt dry. Her nipples are also doing their best to punch through the garment. Beth looks at us nervously and then unclips the straps and slowly lowers the front of each cup exposing her dark red nipples; angry for release… there is already a couple drops of milk on each nipple before she can cover herself with her hands. 

“Feel better?”

“Just a little.. I just need Dave to get in here before I letdown.” She says nervously looking down at her cupped hands. 

“Can we help?” I ask 

“Maybe get a couple cups ready incase the dam breaks?” 

I grab the coffee cups on the table and remove the lids, just as I am setting them down in front of the bursting Beth, Bridgette starts pawing at her breasts causing Beth to moan in pain. 

“I smell milky!” Bridgette says playfully… she starts nuzzling up to Beth so hard it moves the chair she’s sitting in back from the table! 

“No! Bad puppy!” Beth says trying to cover her large breasts..

“I’m not a puppy! I’m a fox! And foxes like milk! I want milk!” The playful pet girl giggles and starts licking at Beth’s hands. 

“No! Don’t do that or I’ll… I’ll… oh no!” Beth sighs as the white liquid starts leaking between her fingers while Bridgette wiggles her ass back and forth lapping at the milk absolutely pouring from the large mounds.. 

I look over and see that Kelly is stopped dead in her tracks… her eyes look glazed over and there is a thin line of drool coming from her mouth down to her dress. 

“Kelly?” I ask “Are you thirsty too?” 

Kelly doesn’t respond, she just licks her lips enthralled with the sight before her.. 

“Beth, looks like your fox has one covered but can our intern here have the extra nipple?”

“Oh.. no!… I can’t breastfeed two girls!” Beth says losing the battle with covering her left breast from Bridgette’s quick tongue.. 

“Sure you can.” I say standing up and approaching the woman under assault of a fox-girl. I step behind her and reaching down take her bay her wrists and pull her arms back and then up over her head locking them crossed over her head. This serves to expose both of her nipples to the two girls but also stimulates more flow… Bridgette takes the initiative to latch on to her left breast and then giggling turns to Kelly and yelping a couple times to get her to join in on the delicious meal.. 

Kelly continues staring but then moves closer eventually latching onto the right nipple and suckles for dear life. 

“See? Now you don’t have that milk getting all over your uniform pants, and just look how greedy those two are! They must have been starving; you are a great mommy even without having kids of your own!” I whisper in her ear.

The milk flows faster than either girl can swallow  and both end up soaked in the milk, not that they care, both giggling and drinking as much as they can. 

“Oh my goodness Kelly! Are you working on adopting triplets?” I say looking at the soaked top on Bridgette and Kelly’s dress.. “look at this mess!” 

“I know! I’m sorry, I guess bigger boobs, bigger letdown.” Beth says hoping the flow will slow down.. 

Just then Dave makes his way back in the room carrying a large duffel bag. “Sorry honey, I thought you said your bag was in the locker room, but it was out in the truck.” He sets the bag down and digs through pulling out a large towel and two storage packs. 

“It’s ok. I must have forgotten. I think we can forget bagging any, these two hungry girls helped me.” 

Bridgette finally has her fill and she gives a happy “yelp” as she drops back to the floor and starts walking around on all fours. 

Seeing the milk dripping off it her soaked fur covered bra top I tell her to “come”. She approaches me and I reach down unhooking her top leaving her bare breasts exposed. I then take the other towel from the bag and use it to dry her upper body off. “Uh oh! Someone’s got a soaked skirt too.” I say reaching over and touching the wet fur skirt. “Hmm, if we take this off of her what will she wear?” 

Kelly pulls her face away from Beth’s breast long enough to say “It’s ok, she’s a fox. Foxes don’t wear any clothes.” Before nuzzling up to the warmth of Beth’s exposed chest again. 

“Getting sleepy Kel?” Beth asks the small woman that has curled up in her lap. 

“Yes ma’am.” Kelly says yawning. 

“Well aren’t you two just cute.” Dave says kissing his wife on the forehead. 

“I really can’t wait for us to have a baby of our own.” Beth replies. 

“Too bad we can’t just take Kelly home, if only she was a little baby girl.” Dave says before stepping back towards the AV room. 

“She’s sooo close to being a sweet baby girl.” Beth says stroking Kelly’s hair. “She’s small, she’s cute,” she giggles “she certainly loves milk, she gets sleepy after a feeding too,” she slides her dress up exposing her training panties “and she’s just about potty trained.” 

“So close.” I agree. 

“But so far away….” Beth says looking a little sad.  “Well let’s get her out of this wet dress.” 

(Adjustments made)

 

Kelly stands to her feet and doesn’t notice that she’s now 4’10”. She doesn’t care that Beth has removed her dress leaving her standing in nothing but her socks, shoes, and a bulky pair of training panties. Beth takes the towel she used to stop her flow and wipe down her own body to dry off the sleepy girl. 

“There we go! All clean!” Beth says giving a tickle to Kelly’s tummy getting a giggle in response. 

Kelly doesn’t bother trying to cover herself and even when Dave comes back in the room to help out everything away now that the interview is over, she just walks over to Bridgette and starts playing with her fur ears while her pet fox wiggles her tail happily. 

“It’s really too bad that she’s not just a bit more of a baby.” Dave says watching the pantied girl play with the pet girl.

“Dave….” Beth says with sweet eyes. “Can we take her home?”

“I thought you wanted a baby? She’s far from a baby.” 

“You guys seem like the sweetest couple. Do you want me to help you with a baby?” I ask.

“Sure!” Beth almost shouts “Uh.. sorry, how can you do that?” 

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Part VII

 

“Let’s see.” I say looking at Kelly. “Kelly, do you want to put on your uniform and go pretend that you are a big, bad, police investigator? Or do you want to be a sweet baby girl that gets taken care of since you are just too little to be out on your own?” For a moment I give Kelly her memories of the last few days… the knowledge that I took a young self confident investigator and have reduced her to a tiny, flat chested, bedwetter that depends on training panties during the day to keep herself dry. 

 

“I uh….” She looks down at herself and then at Bridgette.. “I..”

“Kelly, time to fess up…”

“I… I broke up your boyfriend ma’am… I thought it would be funny… I was a bad girl…” she says looking down at the floor. 

“What are you taking about?” Beth says “I’ve been with Dave since just after high school?”

Kelly looks confused…. Then back at me.

“Well you’re just being silly. If it was my last boyfriend.. I’m better off without him.” Beth laughs standing up and kissing Dave. 

“Your boobs baby.” He says pointing out that she never did put them away. 

“Oh!” She laughs and starts adjusting herself. 

 

“Kelly.. I’m glad you admitted that, but I was actually talking about your other little secret.” I say pointing at her training panties. 

“Oh….. that…” 

“What is it?” Beth says?

The meek, almost naked girl tears up a little and then says “I wet my bed last night…” she starts sniffling.

“Oh no! Well honey why weren’t you in your pull-ups? You said you wear those for bed?” 

The dam breaks and Kelly cries “I… I did wear my pull-ups but… but I wet them too much and… and I was sleepy so… I didn’t get up to change it and… then I woke up in a wet bed..” 

Beth grabs the girl and starts hugging her tightly…”it’s ok! That’s alright, you were just sleepy and had an accident… you couldn’t help it could you?” 

“Na uh!” She sobs burying her face in the bosom of her former subordinate… 

“Oh Dave! She needs a home where someone will take care of her.” Beth says kissing the girl on the top of her head. 

“Well I don’t know…” Dave responds. “What do you think? Do you want to come live with us?”

“Yes Sir, I promise I’ll keep my bed dry…. If… if someone checks on me at night…” she stops crying and wipes her eyes as she warms up to the idea…

“What do you think Katerina?” Beth asks me.

“I think that our girl here has done a great job of showing us what a little girl she really is the last two days. She wets her pants, wets her bed, wants milk from the teat… I don’t know though.. does she have what it takes to be a good baby?” 

“Please ma’am! Tell her that I can be the bestest baby!” Kelly tells Beth.

“Oh honey. Knock off the formalities and call me mommy, I bet you’d be a perfect baby!”

Kelly beams looking at Beth and then back to me. “See! Mommy says I can do it!” 

“Well I think we need one more thing to prove what a good baby you are.” I say 

 

(Adjustment made)

 

Suddenly Kelly starts fidgeting… “oh!” She says standing awkwardly..

“What do little babies wear?” I ask

“Baby clothes?” 

“And?”

“And…. Oh!…. My tummy….”

“Do babies get to wear training panties or pull-ups?”

“Ugh…… No ma’am!….”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause… cause they need…. Ugh…. Diapers?” 

“So show us what a good baby you are and just how much you need your diapers.” 

Kelly bends her knees and starts grunting.. after a few wet farts her anus opens up and completely fills the seat of her training panties causing them to sag and expose a cute little “plumbers crack”.. 

“That’s a good girl!” I say. “Get your diaper bag and let’s get you dressed the way a little baby *should* be dressed.” 

Kelly grabs her Hello Kitty diaper bag from her chair and sets it on the table. Beth dutifully begins setting out everything needed to clean up her girl and get her in the safety of a thick diaper.

 

After just a few minutes our sweet Kelly is wearing a blue diaper and a crop top shirt that is white with blue shirt sleeves. It says “Future Policewoman, just like Mommy!” On the front. Beth slides the ankle socks and sneakers on her feet before telling her to go play with Bridgette while the grownups talk. 

“I think she’s perfect!” Beth tells us looking at the small diapered girl playing with the nude fox on the floor. 

“I agree! And since she’s already familiar with you guys she’s perfect for your little family.” 

“I’m fine with it… but that diaper smell was… whoa!” 

“Oh Dave don’t worry about that; that was every bit of the “big girl” food left in her little tummy. It’s breastmilk from now on and those poops smell a lot better.” 

“Well she certainly can produce enough to keep her healthy.” Dave says kissing his busty wife on the cheek. 

“Maybe my body knew I’d have a hungry girl all along!” 

“I bet!” I laugh.

“So… about the fox girl?” 

“What about her?”

“Well honey, what do we do about her? Clearly she’s not a victim.” Beth says pointing. “I mean, look how excited she is playing with our Kelly.” 

The trio watches as Kelly pets the excited Bridgette. She’s hoping from side to side and rubbing her head up against Kelly’s chest pushing her back to the floor. 

“Ok. Case is closed on that.” Dave says smiling. “Kinda hard to be a victim when all you want to do is play with our little girl and she doesn’t seem to have a care in the world outside of that.” 

Kelly stands up and approaches the “grown ups” and tells us that she’s decided to rename Bridgette. 

“Oh yeah? What should she be called?” I ask

“Foxy” of course!” She giggles out “She’s just a little fox and Bridgette is a dumb name for a pet.”

“A pet?” I ask

“Uh yeah… um… I mean, we can’t send her back to the forest…” she looks at her parents with pleading eyes. “Mommy and Daddy… can we keep Foxy?” 

“I don’t know baby. That’s a big responsibility.” Dave says raising an eyebrow. “Do you think you are big enough to do that?”

“Yes Daddy!!!” Kelly looks down at herself and then “I’ll only be a little baby for a little longer.. I’ll be potty trained and everything soon!”

“Potty trained?” Beth says surprised 

“Yeth Mommy! You’ll see! I’ll use my potty and.. and I’ll be careful how much I drink before bedtime… and I’ll be in big girl panties in no time!”

“Well how can you argue with that?” I laugh

“Ok baby. You can keep Foxy.” Dave replies.

“I can!!! Did you hear that Foxy!? You’re my pet now! We’re gonna have you a bed in my room and.. and you can learn to potty outside… and.. we can play together!….” She starts fidgeting around “And… and.. Oh! I gotta go potty!” She squeals.

“Baby, I think you already did.” Beth says pointing at her wetness indicator on the front of her diaper. 

Kelly looks down at the diaper and then shrugs. 

“I thought you said you were gonna be potty trained in no time?” I tease.

“Wellllll…. Maybe we can start tomorrow.” Kelly says. 

We all laugh and tell her that she can try again tomorrow. I pull a pink leash out of my own purse and hand it to Kelly. She clips it to the collar around “Foxy’s” neck and Kelly, Foxy, and her new parents walk through the station to start their new life as a happy family… I made one last adjustment to the world around us so that no one thinks anything odd about a nude girl with fox ears, a collar and leash, and a fluffy buttplug crawling along side her new owners.

 

As I step out of the station I see a woman honking her horn at an old woman slowly crossing the street… I look at my watch. 1pm. “Hmmmm. I’ve got nothing to do till dinner, maybe I can help this chick with some manners.” I say to myself as I start walking their way…
 

The End…

[keith60]

i hope there is more to this story i liked it 

[FFA5924]

1 hour ago, keith60 said:

i hope there is more to this story i liked it 

Well this one is finished up but I plan to write some more stories about Kat. I like her style. ?

❤️-K

[Guilend]

I definitely enjoyed it